I was a god in the 18th century

After Xia Qingdai chatted with Count Walstein for a few words, she finally returned to Jane Austen.

Compared with musicians who can play the piano, she prefers writers whose thoughts can dance. After all, it’s not Beethoven himself who is here!

Xia Qingdai only danced in the first half of the dance. If anyone came to invite her in the second half, she declined them all.

In this rare moment of relaxation, she wanted to have a good chat with Jane.

Two young girls with bright eyes sat side by side in a secluded corner, reading a beautifully handwritten manuscript by the light of a candle. While watching, they discussed with a low smile.

This manuscript is of course Jane Austen's, a short story and short story written by her. Originally she was unwilling to bring it out, but couldn't stand Xia Qingdai's obsession, so she brought it over.

This is a story that Xia Qingdai has never read. There is no doubt about Jane Austen’s talent. Even though she is only sixteen now, her words and sentences are already humorous!

Xia Qingdai especially likes to write in a relaxed and beautiful way. She feels that all humorous people must have a smart and wise brain.

This is the state that Xia Qingdai tried her best to learn but could not learn. Her writing was not humorous.

As mentioned before, Jane's father was a priest and his income was not abundant. Apart from the meager salary in the parish, he had no other gray income. Her mother was born into a gentry family, but unfortunately she could not inherit the family property and did not have much dowry.

Therefore, compared with the ladies and ladies in wealthy families, Jane Austen's family was much poorer. They had to do many tasks by themselves, and a maid could not handle them all.

Jane and her sister would also help their mother share housework and some farm work, and spend their free time reading and dazing.

Writing was encouraged by Xia Qingdai after she met her, because Xia Qingdai said that she had read so many books and must have many beautiful stories in her heart, so why not write them out?

Jane Austen immediately appealed to her taste, because what Xia Qingdai said was exactly what she was thinking deep in her heart.

If there's anything that makes her feel relaxed, it's writing.

She has a dream about writing in her heart.

Originally, during this snowy winter, Jane might not have the time to write.

However, Reverend Austin somehow got the idea. He, who had not been favored by any gentleman in the parish for many years, actually gained the favor of Mr. Owen, the new squire of Leaves Green Villa this winter.

Because of Owen's support, their family's life has been much better. At least there was enough firewood for the fireplace and potatoes and flour to fill the stomach.

Once the matter of eating and keeping warm is solved, other difficulties will not be called difficulties.

In the cold winter, I have more time to sit by the fireplace and listen to the wind, quietly thinking about life, and my thoughts flow freely.

Two girls were whispering in the corner (mainly Xia Qingdai asked and Jane answered her questions), when a young gentleman came over.

This is Mrs. Gresham's nephew Wesley. He will inherit Mrs. Gresham's property in the future. He belongs to the aristocratic class who has been born with a job. He is also the marriage partner that many girls dream of.

After walking to the side of the two girls, he blushed before he could speak, and stammered to ask the two girls what they were looking at and if he would be lucky enough to know.

Jane didn't like Wesley very much and thought he was insensitive and boring, but she only said a few perfunctory words to him because of Mrs. Gresham's face.

After Wesley dryly answered Jane's two sentences, he waited silently for a while, imagining in his mind that Jane had assigned him something to do, to get a pastry or a drink or something.

But Jane didn't do anything out of line. She was polite but very distant to him.

Xia Qingdai raised her head and glanced at the young man with freckles in front of her, feeling a little amused. An innocent boy who stuttered when talking to a girl. He couldn't even understand a simple meaning and he actually came to strike up a conversation.

People who don’t hear well in English just want to roll their eyes. What gave him the courage, Liang Jingru?

In his mind, Wesley actually hoped that he could be a person who could talk, and that there would be lively and cheerful girls to laugh and joke with him.

It's a pity that whenever he is in front of the beautiful girl he likes, he is tongue-tied and can't speak clearly.

He can't speak to beautiful girls, and he doesn't like those girls who flatter him because they are too tacky. Nine times out of ten, life will be unsatisfactory!

After standing in silence for a while, Wesley left with a constipated look on his face.

At this time Jane also stood up and said she wanted to go to the bathroom.

Xia Qingdai was not the kind of girl who had to go to the bathroom with others. When she heard what Jane said, she nodded, put away her manuscript and watched her leave.

After waiting for a while, Jane didn't come out. Xia Qingdai saw that another man was about to surround her. She didn't want to socialize and quickly left the place with the manuscript.

Owen, who was being pulled by a group of people to socialize, saw Xia Qingdai leaving the ballroom in a blink of an eye.

At this time, Xia Qingdai was trying to use the power of faith in her Dantian to return to modern times.

It's not that there's anything wrong with modern times, but it's already out of the scope of the castle anyway, so I'll give it a try to be prepared in case I need to use it one day.

Without studying for too long, Xia Qingdai figured out the rules. The power of belief in the rotation of Little Zhoutian can be revealed, and when the Great Zhoutian rotates, she can return to modern times.

Xia Qingdai, wearing a topless and backless evening dress, shivered with cold as soon as she returned to modern times.

He quickly lifted up the quilt on the bed and draped it over his body, leaving only his head exposed. Then he lay on the edge of the glass tank and looked down at the little world below.

Just like the previous times, the scenery in the glass jar was divided into two parts. The castle remained standing, but the other half became Mr. Marken's manor.

Raising your gaze to overlook the entire manor is a different experience.

Compared with the Green Mountain Villa decorated with glass Christmas tree lighthouses, Mr. Macken's Villa is much inferior at night.

Although in terms of territory, Marken Manor is larger than Fucui Manor, in terms of surrounding environment, Marken Manor, which is guarded by broken houses, is obviously much worse.

Xia Qingdai compared it for a while and felt even more that her castle was better!

As he was watching, he saw a little man suddenly emerge from the balcony on the second floor of the castle below.

It's really surprising that there are still little people running outside on such a cold night.

But the next second, Xia Qingdai recognized the villain. Isn't this Owen?

At the same time, Owen looked up at the sky as if feeling something, and saw a face wrapped in a quilt above the black and blue clouds, looking down with interest.

Their eyes met in the night sky, and Owen smiled slightly and bowed.

When he saw Xia Qingdai going out in the ballroom just now, he had a feeling that she might return to heaven. When he ran out to see her, it was indeed the case.