I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 190 Night Walk in Brocade Clothes
After playing until midnight, Xia Qingdai, Owen and their group got into the carriage and went home. The road was still busy with traffic and noisy.

Connie and Caroline came back early because they were left out and old Mrs. Irving couldn't stay up late.

After Xia Qingdai and others arrived home, they simply said good night and went back to the room to wash up and rest.

Xia Qingdai was still looking at the one-size-fits-all swimsuit and lace robe that the tailor delivered to her in the evening, and she expressed great satisfaction after reading it. Although the style is very conservative, it also has the advantage of strong sun protection.

When she receives the delivery of the beach chair, she can swim in the pure water pool she built.

In addition, she also sent someone to ask the owner of a ready-made clothing store to send her the most fashionable imperial dress in London this summer.

In the 18th century, shopping was a matter of pride. You didn’t even need to choose the style or color of the skirt. The new style could be delivered directly to your door. This also allowed Xia Qingdai to enjoy the fun of packing everything up and taking it home at once.

Confused? No. She didn't even choose, she bought them all.

Tomorrow, a few of the imperial dresses hanging in this row will be selected for Jane and Owen's cousins. She will put the rest in Little Red Book and sell them back to Hyundai. One or two thousand is the minimum.

Xia Qingdai was very happy when she thought that she could make a small amount of money again.

After looking at all the clothes, Xia Qingdai found that Owen was not asleep yet and was reading a book on the sofa nearby.

"Owen, it's late, why don't you take a rest?"

Owen closed the book, stood up and replied, "I couldn't sleep after drinking coffee."

"Oh." Xia Qingdai understood, "Then since you can't sleep, why don't you take pictures for me?"

"Okay." Owen obeyed naturally.

Xia Qingdai used the power of faith to return to modern times and placed her mobile phone and its movable stand under the window in the corridor on the second floor.

Owen had already gone upstairs and was waiting. Seeing this huge wall-like luminous object always felt magical to him.

In fact, he had a feeling in his heart that the place where the goddess was located did not look like heaven, but more like a giant country with extremely advanced technology.

Regarding taking photos, Xia Qingdai and Owen cooperated tacitly. After all, this was not the first time they had done this.

The servants had rested for most of the night, leaving only the two of them wandering around the corridors and rooms.

Although there were only candles in the mansion at night and the light was not bright enough, Xia Qingdai specially bought a fill light for taking pictures with her mobile phone, so it did not affect the photography.

And because of the candlelight, night and French Rococo style mansion, it creates a different kind of atmosphere.

This set of photos does not look like modern model photos, but rather like a time travel and a scene from ancient times.

After the two of them finished taking pictures, they went back to their respective rooms.

As usual, Xia Qingdai hung all her new dresses in the eighteenth-century cloakroom. Because her modern room is too small. Although there is a wardrobe, there are not many areas to hang long items, so they cannot be hung in and they will get wrinkled.

After hanging up the skirts one by one, Xia Qingdai suddenly thought about returning to modern times.

It was noon in modern times, and her brother had naturally gone to work long ago. Today is Saturday, but the social animals still have to be on duty.

Modern noon is much hotter than midnight in the 18th century. If there was no Lilliputian country, Xia Qingdai would definitely go to the city library to enjoy the free air conditioning at this time of summer.

She made herself a lunch first to replenish her body with energy. Because there is no air conditioning in the kitchen, and we are afraid that the oil fumes will spread to the living room and other rooms, we did not create a transparent layout from north to south during the renovation. We could only open the door to dissipate heat and ventilation, but the electric fan was useless because it was overheated.

After cooking lunch, Xia Qingdai quickly took out a folding computer table and moved all the food into her room. Then I turned on the air conditioner and had lunch leisurely while admiring the photos I just took.

Owen's photography skills are self-taught, and he is a gentleman with fine art skills. He has unique advantages in the construction of images and light, and he photographed her beautifully.

Although Xia Qingdai is not narcissistic, she can't help but feel satisfied when she looks at herself in the photo.

"Irving would definitely be very popular if he were placed in modern times. This boyfriend's perspective will instantly kill a large number of people on the Internet!" You can play the piano while you eat, and you can also be a follower for celebrities.”

There is a very popular joke on the Internet called Moments shots, which are filled with photos with all kinds of ugly compositions and angles. It is posted by girls to complain about their boyfriends’ photography skills.

Generally speaking, the selfies taken by boyfriends are not as good as one ten thousandth of the selfies taken by girls.

But Owen was different. Xia Qingdai was very sure that she couldn't achieve this effect in her selfie.

After admiring it carefully, Xia Qingdai clicked on the p-picture software, blurred out the faces in all the photos, saved them, and posted a few Xiaohongshu posts.

Naturally, there was no need to save these photos with altered faces in the mobile phone. They took up space in vain, so Xia Qingdai deleted them all immediately.

"Done." Xia Qingdai brushed the new content on Xiaohong's book and showed a satisfied smile.

After finishing the serious business of making money, Xia Qingdai had the leisure to read the messages sent by her classmates on WeChat. Xu Yan left her a dozen more messages.

She clicked on it and saw a lot of photos inside, which looked like a concert scene.

She scrolled to the top text message and found that it was Xu Yan showing off what happened at the Royal Albert Hall.

Xu Yan: "Xia Xia, I'm here to be influenced by music. I happened to meet a world-famous band on tour and came to listen to it. They played Haydn's "London Symphony"."

In addition to these words and photos, there is also a video, but the sound quality is touching and there is too much noise.

Xia Qingdai looked at Xu Yan's news and smiled knowingly.

Xu Yan was so excited just listening to someone else playing Haydn's symphony that she came to her place to show off.

What she heard was a symphony conducted by Haydn himself and performed by Beethoven! Who can compare with her!
Alas, it's a pity that she can't show off and can only be happy in silence. Wealth and honor do not return to their hometown, but travel at night like embroidered clothing, who knows!
Fortunately, Xia Qingdai had a good attitude and faced Xu Yan's showoff without any psychological fluctuations.

Xu Yan must be a bit more vain. She has been her roommate for several years and is used to it.

After she calmly replied to Xu Yan's message, she put her phone away and went to wash the dishes.

After cleaning the kitchen, Xia Qingdai picked up her phone again, found a parasol, and went to Fengchao at the entrance of the community to pick up her express delivery. The mini beach chair she bought arrived.

After everything was settled, Xia Qingdai turned off the air conditioner, took out a piece of ice from the refrigerator, put it on a small plate, and put it under the window of the castle room.

Then he took a fully charged mini fan and stuffed it into the castle room. Then with a thought in mind, I entered my room, closed the window and locked the door, and went to bed!

At this time, everything in Fucui Villa is completely silent, which is perfect for sleeping.

It's a pity that since it was late at night and no one was praying in Fucui Villa, the power of faith she could absorb was limited. It can only absorb some scattered "incense" floating in the sky, which is better than nothing.