The Marquise: I Earn My Own Worship

In the evening, after Lu accompanied Kang Ge'er to sleep, she thought of what she had just said to Kang Ge'er.

She joked that he was so happy today, and Kang Ge'er's eyes lit up and he looked very cheerful.

"My father talked to me for a long time today and even played Gobang with me. Although I lost, I was still very happy."

Lu's emotions were extremely complicated at the time, and while Kang Ge'er wasn't noticing, she secretly wiped away the tears from her eyes. She certainly wanted her child to be closer to her husband, but her uncle's body... was not easily fatigued.

Lu waited until Kang Ge'er fell asleep before returning to the main courtyard. Seeing the light on in the study, Lu wondered why the light was still on in the study when the uncle should have been asleep by this time.

Lu walked into the study and saw Duan Jingzong with his back to her. When she approached, Duan Jingzong had just finished writing the last stroke. Lu looked up and the tears that had just stopped fell again.

There was a painting on the desk. The painting showed Duan Chengkang crying while holding a chess piece. Duan Jingzong drew this scene.

Duan Jingzong turned around and found his wife covering her mouth and crying silently. He placed the paintbrush on the Huangshan jade pen pillow, turned around and gently hugged her in his arms.

He wiped the tears from Lu's face with a handkerchief and couldn't help laughing: "You are so useless, why are you crying?"

Lu used a handkerchief to wipe the tears from her face and leaned quietly in Duan Jingzong's arms. The man next to her was thin, but it made her feel very at ease.

Lu frowned slightly and said in a calm tone:

"Brother Kang is very happy today."

Duan Jingzong's body stiffened. He understood the unspoken meaning of Lu's words. Duan Jingzong slowly placed his hand on his wife's back.

"It's my fault. I feel guilty towards you and your son."

Lu hugged Duan Jingzong's waist tightly. She felt that the person next to her was as thin as paper, and she couldn't help feeling a little panic.

It was as if the person beside him was about to disappear at any moment, so he held on even tighter.

"What nonsense are you talking about? You'd better be well. We mother and son need support. Don't abandon us."

Duan Jingzong said nothing more and just hugged his wife in his arms. The warm yellow light reflected the figures of the two people snuggling together.

Second day

Song Shengfu asked someone to prepare some paper and pen, and started tinkering in the small study.

Song Shengfu could be said to be an all-rounder in her previous life. In her life without children, Song Shengfu spent a lot of time enriching herself and even attended a senior citizens' university. She learned simple drawing at that time.

As for what Song Shengfu was doing, she had a spinal injury and rarely did any major exercise. Her only activity was practicing Tai Chi with a group of elderly men and women.

(This is also a private establishment. In this era, there was Taoism and Tai Chi diagrams, but no Tai Chi boxing.)

That’s right, Song Shengfu was preparing to practice Tai Chi and was trying to draw it this morning.

This era does not exist in the history that Song Shengfu knew in her previous life. Although there are similarities, there are also many differences.

Tai Chi was created by Zhang Sanfeng. Without this person in this era, this set of boxing techniques would naturally not exist.

If Song Shengfu practiced by herself, she wouldn't have to spend so much effort. But there is someone at home who is not even as good as her, an old woman in her fifties.

Her big son was actually a premature baby, but fortunately he was born in a wealthy family and was raised well.

The ancients always believed that when one is sick, one should rest and cultivate oneself. However, the less necessary exercise one does, the weaker one's body will become over the years.

Song Shengfu was going to train him as well, but she couldn't just let him train directly. How to explain it was a problem.

So she prepared to draw it. Tai Chi was quick to draw, and within two hours Song Shengfu had finished it, and then she ordered someone to call Duan Jingzong over.

Duan Chengkang arrived early in the morning. Seeing that his grandmother was busy, he pulled Xia Qiu, who had nothing to do, to play Gobang on the stone table in the yard, surrounded by a circle of little maids.

Seeing Song Shengfu looking at the group of playful maids in the yard, Xia Chun stepped forward and whispered, "Old Madam, I'm sorry to bother you. These maids are young and don't know the seriousness of the matter. I'll go and tell them off right away."

Song Shengfu smiled and shook her head.

"No, let them play and watch the fun."

Song Shengfu turned around and went to the main house. Seeing this, Suchun followed her in.

Meanwhile, Duan Jingzong heard from his servants that his mother was still confused when she saw him. Arriving at Bisong Courtyard, he noticed some commotion in the courtyard. He realized it was his son playing Gobang with the maids.

Listening to his silly son laughing, he remembered that he made him cry yesterday, and swallowed the words he wanted to scold.

That's all, as long as he's happy.

When I entered the inner room, I saw my mother sitting in the main seat, looking at something in her hands.

Duan Jingzong stepped forward and bowed.

"Greetings, Mother"

Seeing someone coming, Song Shengfu dismissed the servants and waved to Duan Jingzong.

"Jing Zong, come here, I'll show you something good."

Seeing his mother acting mysteriously, Duan Jingzong stepped forward and took the booklet.

I flipped through it quickly. There were picture albums of little people doing various actions. The ink was fresh, and it was obvious that they were drawn not long ago. I was shocked at how simple these little people were, yet so lifelike. I looked up at my mother in confusion.

"Mother, what is this?"

Song Shengfu pretends to be serious

"I dreamed of your little sister yesterday."

Duan Jingzong widened his eyes and carefully looked at his mother's face. Seeing that Song Shengfu looked calm, he breathed a sigh of relief and asked cautiously:

"Does my youngest sister have anything to say?"

Song Shengfu's eyes flickered slightly as she spoke slowly.

"I dreamed of your youngest sister, wearing a colorful robe and holding a white jade fan. She told me that she has now ascended to divine status and told us not to worry about her."

He paused, then continued his serious nonsense.

"Your youngest sister was worried about my health, so she asked the Bodhi Immortal for a longevity technique. It's called Tai Chi Boxing, and she asked me to practice it every day."

"This technique is very effective for those who are weak, especially you. Your youngest sister specifically instructed you to practice diligently every day."

Duan Jingzong's first reaction after hearing this was disbelief. He just thought that his mother was missing her beloved daughter and was inspired by the dream.

But where did the movements of those little figures in the atlas in my hand come from? My mother is just a lady in the inner house, how could she know all this?

Moreover, only simple strokes are used in this album to make the little figures come alive, which is probably difficult for even Mr. Huang Zhi, a great master of the current dynasty, to achieve. This made Duan Jingzong have to believe it.

Seeing Duan Jingzong's silence, Song Shengfu wondered in her heart if he didn't believe it. In fact, even Song Shengfu herself didn't quite believe it, but since the words had been spoken, she could only bite the bullet and continue to make it up.

"Take this booklet and read it carefully today. Your youngest sister taught me the body movement techniques last night. You can practice with me after dinner."

Song Shengfu didn't care whether Duan Jingzong believed it or not. She was his father, so he just had to listen to whatever she said. As long as she didn't harm him, that was all that mattered.

At this time, she didn't know that it was this sudden whim of hers that almost caused trouble.

Duan Jingzong was suspicious, but he also felt that his mother would not harm him, so he decided to wait and see what exactly happened in the evening.

After leaving Bisongyuan, Duan Jingzong still felt that it was a bit absurd. He never believed in ghosts and gods.

But looking at his mother's expression today, it didn't seem fake, and the beautiful picture album in her hand also reminded him that what just happened was not a dream.

Back in the study, Duan Jingzong dismissed the servants and carefully studied the album, outlining the characters' movements with just a few strokes.

How wonderful!

Duan Jingzong was weak and sickly since childhood, so he was forced to stay at home.

Due to his poor health, he was strictly forbidden to overexert himself mentally and physically.

He only needed to know a little about those obscure books and scriptures and complicated and lengthy articles and classics, and playing the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting became his daily ways to pass the time.

When Duan Jingzong saw the exquisite little picture book for the first time, an unprecedented warm emotion surged in his heart.

This unique painting style was something he had never seen before. It seemed to open up a whole new world for him, making him immersed in it and unable to extricate himself.

So Duan Jingzong stayed in the study for the whole day and even had lunch in the study.

Mrs. Lu came several times and saw her husband immersed in studying in the study without disturbing him. It was rare to see her husband so interested, so she just reminded him to take care of his health.

In the evening, Duan Jingzong finished his meal early and went directly to his mother's yard to see what the "Tai Chi Boxing" his mother was talking about was.