The Marquise: I Earn My Own Worship

When Duan Jingzong arrived at the courtyard, Song Shengfu had already warmed up.

Song Shengfu was wearing loose clothes and looked very energetic.

Song Shengfu asked Duan Jingzong to watch carefully and then began to demonstrate Tai Chi.

Her movements were slow and fluid, as if she were one with nature.

Duan Jingzong observed quietly, taking steps as slow as a cat. His movements seemed slow, but in fact there was a vital force circulating in them.

As time went by, Duan Jingzong also began to practice following his mother's movements.

I felt a little unfamiliar at first, but gradually I found the feeling, and the little man I drew in my mind began to move vividly.

After practicing a set of boxing techniques, Duan Jingzong felt relaxed physically and mentally, as if he had been completely renewed. Although he felt a little tired, he could feel that his body was not as heavy as before.

He realized that this set of Tai Chi might really be beneficial to his body, so he really believed what his mother said. This Tai Chi was truly the method of immortals.

"This boxing style is both flexible and powerful, concentrating the mind and gathering energy, unblocking the meridians. When immersed in it, you can feel the harmony of yin and yang, the circulation of qi and blood. It perfectly embodies the meaning of 'Tai Chi', and the name is also very clever!"

Tai Chi boxing contains the inner meaning of Tai Chi, which is exactly the right fit.

While they were practicing, Mrs. Lu arrived with her son Duan Chengkang. Mrs. Lu didn't understand what was going on. Duan Chengkang saw his grandmother and father there, pretending to move as if they were doing boxing, and he started to move as well.

Song Shengfu had already finished two sets of exercises. The ancient people's bodies were not in good condition. They didn't exercise much all day, so they felt exhausted after finishing two sets.

So he stood up and Su Chun beside him handed him the handkerchief that had been prepared long ago. Song Shengfu wiped her hands and said:

"Prepare some soup. I'm sweating all over. I'll need it later."

Then she turned to look at Duan Jingzong, who had also stopped and was breathing slightly. Seeing this, Lu stepped forward to wipe the sweat from her husband's forehead and then put on a large brocade fur coat.

It's cold now. If you sweat and get blown by the wind on the first day of December, you may catch a cold easily if you're not careful.

Song Shengfu was about to speak when she saw a little man behind her doing the left-kicking posture, that is, squatting slightly with the left foot raised up. Although the man was small, he did the posture quite standardly.

But maybe it's because the clothes we wear in winter are thicker, so this action looks a bit funny

"Hey, whose little boy is this?"

Song Shengfu's voice was filled with laughter. Duan Chengkang quickly retracted his legs and ran to Song Shengfu.

"Grandma, what kind of martial arts is this? I want to learn it too. If I learn it, I will become the hero Duan."

Duan Chengkang looked up at Song Shengfu with shining eyes. Song Shengfu wiped the sweat from Duan Chengkang's forehead and looked at Tuanzi in front of her with a smile.

"You want to learn this too. When you go to college, you'll definitely be the strongest among your classmates."

All children have a competitive spirit. Duan Chengkang thought about the scene when others called him Duan Daxia after he entered the academy, and he smiled out loud with joy.

Song Shengfu looked at her grandson, who was grinning foolishly. Okay, she'd fooled him successfully. If she could slowly pique his interest, the rest would follow naturally.

Duan Jingzong also heard the conversation between the grandfather and grandson. He had a vague understanding of the mysteries of Tai Chi. When he started, it was as if heaven and earth merged into one. Although Kang Ge'er was in good health, he could benefit from more exercise.

He turned around and looked at Lu, thinking that once he learned it, he would let Lu practice it in his own courtyard.

Mrs. Lu looked at her husband looking at her, feeling uneasy. She asked anxiously, "Uncle, how are you?"

Duan Jingzong waved his hand and said it was okay.

After Song Shengfu had fooled Duan Chengkang, she said to Duan Jingzong and his wife:

"From now on, you will come and practice with me every day at Chen time. When you have mastered it, you don't need to come anymore. You can practice in the courtyard every day at Mao time.

Exercise in the morning and evening at 7:7 AM ( am) and : PM ( pm), and it must be done every day without stopping."

He paused and glanced at his daughter-in-law, Mrs. Lu, thinking that women in this era were also bad sports, and continued:

"Lu, you can practice with Zong Ge'er later. You don't need to come here. You can practice in your own courtyard."

To practice Tai Chi, one needs to wear loose clothes. Song Shengfu knew that the ancients were shy and would be embarrassed to dress like this in public.

Suddenly she remembered that she seemed to have forgotten to ask her eldest son to change into loose clothes in the morning. She quickly looked at Duan Jingzong's clothes and saw that he was indeed wearing his daily robe. She felt guilty for a moment.

"Please prepare some loose clothes for yourselves later."

As he said that, he took Kang Ge'er into the greenhouse.

She had just rested for a while when she felt a little cold on her back. Her body couldn't bear it anymore. A slight cold could cost her life. She quickly took her child to keep warm.

From then on, the servants who cleaned the Bisong Courtyard could see their old lady and the studious eldest son practicing martial arts under the walnut tree every day.

Although they couldn't understand it, it was said that an immortal had taught it to the old lady in a dream. The servants were also skeptical, and most of them guessed that it was the old lady's secret family manual.

As for why there was no such thing before, who would care? These are just private speculations of the servants.

This news even spread outside the palace, but most people just thought it was a joke. Everyone in the capital knew that the Earl's Palace was gradually declining and was almost no longer able to rank in front of the emperor.

The earl actually has a high position. Mr. Luo in the capital is also an earl, but he holds great power and is in charge of the military.

And what did the Earl Duan's Mansion have? Duan Jingzong had difficulty studying in his poor health, let alone being an official. When Marquis Duan was still alive, he only gave him an idle position as the head of the Honglu Temple (seventh rank).

Now, the only one who is still alive in the family is the old lady Duan, who holds the title of second-rank marquise. If the old lady dies, the Earl's Mansion will be completely in decline.

Naturally, this matter also reached the Left Prime Minister's Mansion.

Early that morning, Duan Jingyi and her two concubines' wives were paying their respects. Old Madam Huang sat at the head of the table, and they chatted about family matters.

Qiao, the wife of Huang Jingyi, the second son of the Huang family and the daughter of Wang Laoyi, suddenly covered her mouth with a handkerchief. An excited look appeared on her pretty face, and with mockery in her eyes, she said delicately to her mother-in-law who was sitting in the main seat:

"Recently, I heard an interesting story. It said that my eldest sister-in-law's mother, Old Madam Duan, received a magical technique from an immortal in her dream. Now, she is practicing it day and night with her children and grandchildren."

On the other side, Yu's wife, Huang Jingzheng, the third son of Huang, who was born to Qing Lao Niang, rolled her eyes and immediately fanned the flames.

"I've heard it too. It's said to have the effect of prolonging life. The other day, I heard from my mother that the news has spread to the palace. Now that my eldest sister-in-law's family is quite famous, maybe His Majesty has heard of it. Wouldn't it be great wealth and honor?"

Duan Jingyi's face immediately turned pale. Firstly, as a son, her mother was being mocked as a joke. Secondly, as the eldest daughter-in-law, her mother's family was being criticized by two concubines.

Duan Jingyi felt her blood rushing up, her vision went dark, and she was about to lose her temper when she suddenly heard a scolding in her ear.

"Shut up! Who do you think you are? How dare you use the dignified old Marquise's wife as your after-dinner conversation!"

Qiao and Yu were laughing happily, but suddenly their faces turned pale with fright.

Their husbands were only bastards, one of the seventh rank and the other of the sixth rank. How could they have the guts to mock the Marquise who was personally appointed by the emperor?

Even though the Earl's Mansion is declining, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse. Given his status, they cannot say whatever they want.

Mrs. Qiao looked flustered and forced a smile as she replied, "It was just a private joke between us. I apologize to my sister-in-law and ask for her forgiveness."

Yu was very dissatisfied in her heart, but due to the authority of her mother-in-law, she had to stand up, bow and say words of apology.

Duan Jingyi's face darkened as she looked at her mother-in-law's expression, feeling sad.

As the eldest daughter-in-law of the prime minister's family, she was so pathetic. Because she only gave birth to two daughters, she had to follow her mother-in-law's mood all day long. Now, she was even bullied by the concubines.

They were just bullying her mother's family because they were weak. Duan Jingyi bit her lips tightly for fear that she would not be able to help but spit at them.