I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 200: Kidnap the male idol home
The death of a male god, Beethoven, left Xia Qingdai missing for two days. As a result, I turned around and brought home another male god, Mozart, and my mood instantly returned to greatness.

There is no problem in seating four people in the pumpkin carriage. If it is crowded, six people can also sit in it.

Now Xia Qingdai, Owen and Mozart are sitting there, it is really spacious.

As for the servants that Count Walstein hired for Mozart, there was naturally no need for them. Xia Qingdai's mansion in London had a group of servants, more than enough to serve Mozart.

Along the way, Xia Qingdai kept chatting with Mozart and asked him for tips on playing the piano.

The invention and development of the piano in the 18th century took less than a hundred years, and it was far from playing a pivotal role in the music circle like it did in later generations.

The ancient Western civilization cannot be compared with the ancient Chinese civilization in all aspects, including music. They don't even have any so-called inheritance, and their history is all made up from the Bible.

But from the eighteenth century onward, they seemed to be enlightened by God. With Watt who invented the steam engine, there are also music giants such as Haydn, Mozart, and Beethoven.

The piano flourished with the rise of classical music represented by Haydn and Mozart.

Two years ago, in 1789, Mozart and Clementi held the world's first piano competition at the Royal Palace in Vienna, which caused a sensation.

It was this competition that completely pushed piano into the mainstream of the music industry.

Clementi also established Clementi Company last year, mainly engaged in music score publishing and piano manufacturing. The company was founded in London, England, and Clementi himself was honored as the "Father of the Fortepiano" by later generations.

Although Mozart only lived for a short thirty-five years in history, the music he composed has become people's enduring spiritual food.

When Xia Qingdai mentioned that she wanted to buy a piano with the best sound in London to study, Mozart laughed.

What a coincidence, isn't it? He told Xia Qingdai that his friend Clementi made pianos. Maybe he could write a letter to his friend and ask him to send him the treasure he made by himself.

After all, Xia Qingdai is not really from the music industry. She just learned the piano this year. She just took some spare time to learn it casually.

Musical giants like Mozart, Beethoven, and Haydn were famous names that she had naturally admired for a long time. But for a second-level musician like Clementi, Xia Qingdai is not that great.

She had read about Mozart's life, but to be honest, it couldn't be considered a biography at all. Even his wife and children didn't get much mention, so it was naturally impossible for ordinary friends to appear in the record.

So she was completely unfamiliar with Clementi, but since Mozart said his piano was good, it must be good.

The friends of big guys are also big guys. If you look at the circles of musicians in Europe, you will know that they are almost inextricably related to each other.

Xia Qingdai made her decision immediately, and turned her head to Owen, who looked calm beside her, and said: "Owen, let's go to Clementi's company tomorrow to have a look? Then we can choose carefully and sit in the Lotus Building. If you find a piano you like, you can just take it home! ”

"Then I will write to my friend Clementi later." Mozart immediately responded positively.

Irving, who had been silent all the time, said calmly: "It's just a piano, why bother with laboring and bringing it to your door."

Mozart glanced at Owen after hearing this and smiled a little awkwardly.

Because of Xia Qingdai's enthusiasm, Mozart almost forgot that the arrogant father of Party A was sitting across from him. Mozart was a little confused about the relationship between Xia Qingdai and Owen. They don't look like a couple, but they don't look like ordinary cousins ​​either.

Mozart was a man whose mind was in the world of music and whose body was sinking in the floating world. Dealing with interpersonal relationships and understanding people's hearts are not his areas of expertise, otherwise he would not be living in poverty.

His marriage to his wife did not even receive the blessing of his family, and of the many children they gave birth to, only two sons survived.

The two sons did not inherit their father's musical talent, but they both inherited their father's unique temperament and both remained unmarried throughout their lives.

Precisely because of Mozart's character, it only took a second for him to be embarrassed. After all, he was a bohemian narcissist.

He serves the royal family, but doesn't think much of the hypocritical nobles. His emotional intelligence is very low, and he is not so sophisticated in people's ways. He has admitted more than once that he feels he is the most outstanding person in the history of human music.

Xia Qingdai couldn't say whether he was the most outstanding musician of all time, but if "one" was added to the end of the most outstanding, then he would definitely be able to bear it.

Putting aside the awkward Mozart, he continued to chat lively with Xia Qingdai.

Owen kept slapping his palms with his gloves and looking down at the golden ground of the pumpkin carriage, just like those aristocratic children who were impatient at a concert.

When she got home, Jane's first love Thomas had already said goodbye and left. Since Jane had nothing to talk about with the other two, she went back to her room to take a nap early.

Connie and Caroline were indifferent to Mozart's arrival. Old Mrs. Irving had no good impression of impoverished musicians.

In her eyes, there are two types of young men.

One kind is qualified to be her husband-in-law, such as Owen, such as the young father-in-law next door; the other kind is not as high as her daughter, such as Thomas, the poor Catholic boy who came here today, and the poor man in front of her. The sick musician.

After riding in the carriage for more than half an hour, when the carriage stopped, Mozart, who was still ill, looked unhappy. Moreover, in order to pursue the pale beauty popular among European aristocrats, he applied a lot of powder on his face like a white wall, making him look even more lethargic.

If it weren't for the aura of a music master, his dress would not be in Xia Qingdai's taste.

But now, for men with such talent, talking about their appearance is a kind of blasphemy. Naturally, Xia Qingdai didn't comment at all on Mozart's clothing.

After spending more than a month in eighteenth-century London, it was no surprise that she had seen many men wearing makeup. Cosmetics of this era were originally targeted at elite men.

Wigs are no longer popular in the UK. In other continental countries, wigs are even used at major dances.

Owen, who fits her aesthetics, has nothing wrong with him, and that's enough.

Anyway, the person she faced the most was always Owen.

After getting off the carriage, Xia Qingdai thoughtfully ordered Mozart to be taken to a room with a good view for a lunch break.

From now on, this will be Mozart's forever home, and she will keep this bedroom for Mozart forever.