I was a god in the 18th century

Xia Qingdai listened to Jian read the original English novel for a while, her eyelids gradually became heavy and she felt sleepy.

For modern times, it is three o'clock in the morning, and Xia Qingdai's evolved biological clock is about this time.

She yawned, squeezed out some tears from the corners of her eyes, stood up and said to Jane: "I'm a little sleepy, Jane. Do you want to go to the room with me and lie down for a while?"

Jane agreed to her invitation to go upstairs together, but instead of taking a nap, she wanted to go to Xia Qingdai's living room to read quietly for a while.

Xia Qingdai's suite has a living room with good lighting and beautiful scenery. There are many books on it. You can sit by the window and read comfortably.

After the two entered the suite, Xia Qingdai went directly to the bedroom, closed the curtains and changed into comfortable nightgown, then lay on the bed and fell asleep listening to the chirping of insects and birds.

Jane was sitting on the bay window of the living room outside the bedroom, holding a book and reading silently.

There are several ice buckets placed in the corners of the room. The room temperature is quite pleasant and quiet.

Normally, June is actually not the hottest time. But this year was abnormal, with a drought and no rain, so the temperature was higher than in previous years. For example, the highest temperature today reached 30 degrees.

Fortunately, the light-blocking curtains were closed to block out the sun, and with the heat-absorbing ice cubes placed in the corner, the temperature in the bedroom could be controlled within 20 degrees, and sleeping was quite comfortable.

When Xia Qingdai woke up, she heard cheerful laughter coming from outside the window and knew that this was the arrival of guests attending a picnic party.

She thought about it and went back to modern times to wash up. As soon as she opened the bathroom door, she met her brother who got up early and said, "Brother, are you going to exercise early again?"

"Well, yes. The college entrance examination is over, why are you still getting up so early?" It's only six o'clock now.

Xia Qingdai shrugged: "The biological clock has gotten used to it. I'll go back to the room and take a nap."

"Okay, you can make breakfast yourself."

Xia Shanglu didn't care about her. After the college entrance examination, she had to take care of herself, such as what to do and what to eat.

"Well, I know!"

Xia Qingdai agreed, returned to the room and entered the castle.

She opened the bedroom door, and sure enough Jane was still reading in her living room.

In summer, the sunshine is long, and it’s not even dark at six o’clock.

"Xia, are you awake?" Jane put the bookmark into the book, closed the book, and raised her head.

"Well." Xia Qingdai took a look at the sky and said, "Why don't you ring the bell and ask someone to light the lamp? Don't save me the lamp oil, there is too much to use up. Let me tell you, the dim light is very harmful to the eyes. .”

"It's not that it's dark, the light by the window is still very bright."

Xia Qingdai stopped talking about the lamp. She leaned against the door and waved to her: "Jane, come here. I recently bought a few skirts from London. Let's choose what to wear for today's picnic together."

Jian declined Xia Qingdai's kindness: "No, it's not rude if I wear this skirt to attend the picnic."

Xia Qingdai knew that Jane had a strong sense of self-esteem and sense of propriety, so she easily refused to accept Xia Qingdai's gifts.

But Xia Qingdai likes to dress beautifully and attend banquets with Jane, not to attract people, but to look good in her own mood.

She couldn't help but stepped forward and took Jane's hand, pulling her to her dazzling wardrobe to look at the skirts she hung. The most eye-catching thing here is the Lolita skirt hanging in the center. It is very gorgeous. Xia Qingdai has not yet sold it to modern times.

In Britain at the end of the 18th century, although the neoliberal style had begun to become popular, some people still lingered on the Rococo style.

For example, Lim, the housekeeper of the castle, likes to wear a rococo-style maid outfit, but she does not wear exaggerated braces on both sides of her waist, which is a bit close to the new rococo style of the Victorian era.

When she walked, her cotton skirt rubbed against the petticoat underneath, making a faint rustling sound.

Skirts are one of Lim's belongings, and these petticoats are very expensive. Different from the simple petticoats of later generations that directly used bamboo pieces to hold up the outline, the petticoats of this period were completely made of layers of gauze stacked up. It is really hot to wear in summer!

But Lim likes to wear it like this and is not afraid of the heat.

Xia Qingdai pulled Jane and stood in the cloakroom where skirts were hung. Of course, instead of wearing the Lolita skirt that has been temporarily abandoned by the upper class aesthetics, you should choose an elegant imperial skirt that fits the current atmosphere.

Jian couldn't resist Xia Qingdai's enthusiasm, so she had to choose a silk blue skirt that didn't show off the mountain dew. The puff sleeves were close to the haze blue, which especially set off her slightly blue eyes, like a peaceful sea.

Xia Qingdai chose a silk skirt with green branches and small floral flowers on a white background, with a generous collar and a soft white bust on the breast. It was full of the brightness and roundness of a girl, like an elf in the mountains.

Compared to Xia Qingdai, Jane looks much thinner, a shy flowerhead.

But that's right, after all, Jane Austen is less than seventeen years old now, she is quite an underage girl and has not yet grown up.

The two girls changed their skirts and each held a Chinese folding fan with rich toilet water sprayed on the pendant.

This kind of folding fan originated from China and was introduced to Europe through maritime trade in the 16th century. It has always been sought after by the European upper class.

The fan in Xia Qingdai's hand is an embroidery, or an imported product from Lingnan, China. It is full of strong Chinese style and can be regarded as a luxury product of this era.

When the two came to the lawn, the solar sun and moon lamps were already on, much brighter than candles. Everyone especially liked to check in here.

Although Xia Qingdai looks different, her eyes are very bright and lively.

Because of her college entrance examination, she did not often appear at dances in the town, so although everyone had heard of her legend, they were not familiar with her. When he saw her appearing in the crowd, he immediately felt a sense of surprise.

There are poems to prove it: Once the imperial concubine Ming entered Hu in the west, many of the beauties in Hu would die of shame. I know that there are many famous Shu in Han Dynasty, but there are no comparable flowers in Hu.

The beauty of Chinese women is soft yet strong.

Xia Qingdai applied a lot of modern Liushen toilet water on herself and Jane. It was very effective in dealing with European mosquitoes that had little experience in the eighteenth century.

No mosquitoes dare to approach within one meter.

Compared with other aristocratic women who kept fanning away mosquitoes, the two of them looked much more elegant and calm!
"How is it? Is my toilet water better than the one sold in the department store in town? Bring a bottle with you when you go back later. It will be very useful in summer." Xia Qingdai tilted her head and said to Jane in a low voice. One sentence.

"Okay, thank you for your generosity." Jane was not polite to Xia Qingdai. Her skin is very delicate, and when she is bitten by a mosquito, a big bump will appear, which makes her very itchy and painful. She really needs effective toilet water.

The two of them were talking, and Miss Anderson, whose father was still lying in the hospital, was absent-mindedly talking to her friends and looking at the two of them frequently - mainly looking at Xia Qingdai, with jealousy flashing in her eyes from time to time.

Owen invited his neighbors to be guests, so he would not miss any of them. It's their business to come or not, and it's the etiquette of the host's family to invite you or not.