The Almighty Taoist of the Beautiful President

Chapter 207
Both Li Changan and Yang Yan came to the cafe silently.

There was only one aunt who was in charge of cleaning in the cafe in the early morning. Yang Yan held his breath now, and started preparing for today's competition in person as soon as he came in.

She took out the British imported black tea from the cafe's collection, chose a Victorian vintage embroidered lace tablecloth and silver tableware, and carefully prepared the theme of the cafe today.

The Victorian era was the most luxurious era of British aristocrats, and it was also the most glorious era of the British Empire.In that era, Queen Victoria was like the most dazzling star, shining in the long river of human history.

Yang Yan chooses this theme and chooses Queen Victoria as the starting point. She has to prove that her deacon aristocratic culture is the most attractive.

And she did a good job, with the help of the auntie cleaner, Yang Yan arranged the best central area of ​​the cafe into a luxurious afternoon tea restaurant for nobles.

Against the backdrop of exquisite tableware, Yang Yan ingeniously took out several original English classic novels, all of which were works by famous Victorian masters, such as Dickens, Sackley, Mrs. Gaskell and so on.

The novel lay on the tablecloth, next to an antique quill and the rosette paper used by court poets.

It's really a perfect combination of culture and atmosphere. Yang Yan wiped off his sweat, feeling extremely proud, feeling that today's competition is a sure thing.

She turned her head to look, but saw that Li Changan moved the sofa from a corner of the cafe to form a row of simple seats, and he only used a wooden table brought from the utility room, and the guqin was placed on it. on the table.

A table, a chair, a piano...

Yang Yan almost laughed out loud, this collocation, which was so simple that he couldn't look directly at it, was already instantly killed by his gorgeous arrangement.

Li Changan ignored her mocking expression, seeing that there was still time, he walked over and looked at Yang Yan's elaborate arrangement.

"That's right, you have a lot of ideas." Li Changan walked over gently, Yang Yan followed him nervously, waving his small fists and said: "Don't move around, you dare to move and see."

Li Changan smiled slightly: "Are you afraid that I will play tricks on you behind my back?"

Yang Yan snorted: "You are bound to lose, I think you know this very well, so I have to be on guard against you, who knows if you will break the can and throw a conspiracy behind your back."

Li Changan frowned: "Who do you think I am?"

He said that he had already walked to the luxurious table, looked down at the things on it, and couldn't help shaking his head: "These novels..."

Yang Yan said hesitantly: "Why, you must be frightened by this lady's genius creativity. These are the most popular novels in the Victorian era."

Li Changan chuckled: "I don't know how to do it."

He reached for a Dickens book and shook it: "In the Victorian era, aristocratic ladies would not discuss such critical novels in public, let alone read them face to face. At that time, most of these novels were circulated among court maids and Among noble butlers."

Li Changan said with a smile again: "Maybe some noble ladies will like it, but they will only read it secretly in the boudoir, but I remember that at that time, noble girls didn't have time to read novels, they just had various entertainments and boring tea parties. , took up their time."

Yang Yan rushed over angrily and snatched the book from his hand: "Don't try to lie to me, I checked the information on the Internet."

Li Changan snorted: "You also believe the information on the Internet. Those are all rumors, or what you read from movies and novels. You take those messy information as a bible."

He said and shook his head again: "Do you know what a real noble life is? Do you know what Queen Aiyali likes most?"

Yang Yan looked at him suspiciously: "Who is Queen Aiyali?"

Li Changan snorted, and smiled a little self-consciously: "I forgot, what era is this, how could you possibly know this name."

He continued: "Ai Yali is Queen Victoria, this name is her pen name, well, few people know this name except me, because it is to commemorate her first love, Prince Alexander II from Russia Got a name."

Yang Yan almost rolled her eyes: "The more you say it, the more evil it becomes, as if you've seen Queen Victoria."

Li Changan did not argue with her about this issue, but casually took the rose lace paper on the table, spread it flat and pressed it with a silver fork, then gracefully picked up the quill, and then said with a smile: "Victoria Poetry was the favorite thing of the queen and the high ladies, and in those days they were especially fond of Tennyson."

Seeing that he was about to make a move, Yang Yan wanted to stop him, but was overwhelmed by the poet's name he said, and couldn't help asking: "Are you talking about Alfred Tennyson?"

Li Changan nodded, and tapped the quill in his left hand on the rose paper, and the gorgeous ancient English was written smoothly.

"The Crimson Petals Are Asleep, this Tennyson's poem is Queen Victoria's favorite poem." Li Changan said in his mouth, and the quill danced between his fingers.

Yang Yan was completely overwhelmed by him, and couldn't help but look down.

The gorgeous handwriting is the purest and most retro slash writing.

It was difficult for Yang Yan to recognize a line of ancient English, but she worked hard in this area, and she could barely pronounce it: "Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white..."

Li Changan read softly while writing: "The crimson petals fell asleep, and then the white ones..."

The cypress trees are not dancing in the palace path,

The firefly wakes up, wakes up you and me.

The opalescent peacock sinks ghostly,
She shimmered ghostly at me again.

The star-studded sky covers the land as peaceful as Danae...

The man's quill seems to have some magical power, bringing Yang Yan into the gorgeous era 180 years ago. She seems to be in the back garden of Buckingham Palace, really wandering in the Queen's cozy afternoon tea party.

Li Changan wrote the last stroke: "My love, hold yourself back like this, and slip into my bosom and be lost in me..."

Then he blew on the rose paper, placed the delicate and elegant poem in the center of the table, and sprinkled a handful of petals on the paper.Then he said to Yang Yan in a deep voice: "Victoria has spent her whole life in the expansion of the British Empire, dealing with politics and conspiracy. She is actually not living a happy life. The so-called noble in your mind is nothing more than that."

Yang Yan finally woke up from the sweet dream, she lost her mind for a while, and suddenly felt extremely lost.

She turned her head to look at the rose poem, it was just such a poem, a piece of paper, embellishing the whole scene like the finishing touch, Li Changan's random strokes and casual recitation, it was hundreds of times better than her own arrangement.

"Anyway, I'm still right, I'll definitely win you!" Yang Yan said harsh words, but sat on the side slumped, losing strength all over his body.

Li Changan had already walked towards the door. Before he opened the door, he turned around and looked at Yang Yan coldly: "I have to remind you one more thing, the Victorian era you admire and like is the time when the British Empire launched the Opium War and invaded China. The era of soil. The Queen Victoria in your heart is also the initiator of that war of aggression.”

After speaking, he stepped out, leaving Yang Yan sitting there coldly.

(End of this chapter)