When I returned to the hotel from Liszt, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening.

For people in the 19th century, most would have had an early break. This is not simply because the electricity revolution has just begun, and lighting tools such as kerosene lamps cannot meet the demand, but also because in this day and age, people really lack entertainment at night.

No internet, no TV, no movies, not even radio!

Therefore, most of the time, people's pastime can only be primitive methods such as socializing and reading, which is why dances and salons are so popular in this era, especially for energetic young people. It's just that if it's at night, ordinary people can only stay at home honestly, and going to bed early is the only option.

"Henry, you can sleep a little more tomorrow."

When he walked to the door of his room, John suddenly ordered: "You have worked hard enough during this time, I have nothing to arrange tomorrow, so I don't have to get up early." ”

"Yes, sir."

Henry, who followed John, was overjoyed, and hurriedly bowed his head and responded respectfully.

"Smack!"

John was about to take the key to open the door when the door suddenly clicked and opened from the inside. John was slightly startled until he saw Anna's personal maid, Mia, relieved. Although they are fiancés, John and Anna must still sleep in two separate rooms, but the corresponding Anna also has the key to his room.

"Sir, you're back."

Mia bowed respectfully, and then whispered, "Miss Anna has been waiting for you in your room, and now she is asleep on the sofa......"

When John walked into the room, the first thing he saw was Anna on the couch.

Two soft pillows were stacked at one end of the sofa, and Anna leaned on them most of her body, and her hair, which had always been very neat, was slightly disheveled at this time. Spread on the pillows.

Waving his hand to the maid waiting outside the door, John himself crept over to the couch.

Lying on the soft sofa with a thick blanket on her body, Anna still fell asleep sweetly. Under some messy hair, that delicate little face is cute, but because there is no heating in the hotel. The girl's body was curled up, and even her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she was a little uncomfortable......

John, who has been busy outside all day today, can't help but feel warm in his heart when he sees this scene.

But even if he didn't want to disturb his fiancée's sleep, he had to lean down and call softly: "Anna, Anna, wake up!" ”

"Hmmm......"

Anna, who was disturbed from sleeping, pursed her mouth and made a sound like a coquette, and then went back to sleep after rubbing her little face!

"Uh......"

John suddenly cried and laughed. After hesitating for a moment, he gently patted Anna's shoulder, and his voice became a little louder: "Anna, wake up!" Don't sleep on the couch, go back to your room and go to bed, it's easy to catch a cold! ”

"Hmmm......"

It was still a coquettish hum, but this time, after struggling for two or three seconds, Anna opened her eyes. In a daze, the girl finally saw the appearance of John in front of her clearly. Then he sat up with a sigh: "John, are you back?" ”

"Hmm. I am back. ”

John smiled and sat down next to Anna on the couch.

Hurriedly tidied up her somewhat disheveled hair, and Anna whispered with a slightly red face: "I'm sorry, I fell asleep while sitting." ”

"I'm sorry."

couldn't help but reach out to help Anna clean up a few strands of messy hair, John said with some distress: "Don't wait for me next time this happens." You slept on your own...... But the matter is basically taken care of, and there should be nothing left for the next speech, so how about I hang out with you tomorrow? ”

"Really?"

Hearing John's words, Anna's eyes instantly lit up.

The two were fine when they were in Paris, after all, most of the time they spent playing around. But when he arrived in London, John, in addition to meeting with the doctors, was talking to Mr. Johnson about cooperation, and he was so busy that he had no time to spare. It was Anna's first time in London, and she had no friends, but she had been in the hotel for many days - and she had little interest in going out without John's company.

"Of course it's true."

Seeing Anna's look of surprise, John couldn't help but pinch her pretty little nose.

John's affectionate action made Anna's little face blush again, but instead of dodging the warm big hand, she pouted, "But...... London is always foggy these days, where can we go? And the smell of the fog always makes me a little uncomfortable......"

'This ......'

Hearing Anna's complaints, John was also a little speechless for a while.

At the end of the 19th century, the London fog had begun to appear frequently, and although the Industrial Revolution made Britain the most powerful country in the world, and brought countless benefits, it also brought countless consequences to Britain like other European powers - minerals were hollowed out, rivers were cleared to turbidity, and smog appeared more and more days in the city of London......

London today is like the imperial capital a hundred years later.

So John sometimes laments his "miserable" fate, he lived in a rapidly developing country in his previous life, and was exchanging resources and environment for economic benefits, and after being reborn in this life, he mainly lived in North America and Europe, and was also in the era of exchanging resources and environment for economic development, and the beautiful environment of developed countries in a hundred years will not be enjoyed at all.

The primitive accumulation of capital is a virtue all over the world.

However, John also knew that he could not force anything, if there was no London smog incident sixty years later, without thousands of deaths as a price, the British would not have dealt with smog with an iron fist, just as the US government would not have enacted the Food and Drug Act if there were no large number of Americans dying from dirty food and shoddy drugs......

His thoughts only diverged slightly, and John took it back, nodded and smiled after a slight groan, "In that case, Anna, why don't we go and visit Mr. Conan Doyle?" ”

"Mr. Conan Doyle? That Mr. Conan Doyle, who wrote Sherlock Holmes? ”

After hearing this familiar name, Anna's big eyes instantly lit up. As one of the long-time readers of the Sherlock Holmes books, Anna is of course very curious about Mr. Conan Doyle, and he also knows the intimacy of his fiancé and the gentleman, and has been looking forward to seeing him in person.

"Yes, that Mr. Conan Doyle."

Smiling slightly, John nodded: "The place where he lives is not far from London, and the scenery there is said to be quite good, we can spend two or three days to visit this famous novel, and I will send him a telegram early tomorrow morning......"

……

My emperor has come to the haze again, and it should be the right time. (To be continued......)