The Marquise: I Earn My Own Worship

Isn't this just calculating the distance by looking at a map? No, this is not a map, it's just estimating the direction by eye.

Song Shengfu didn't expect that this boy had this special skill, so she asked him in detail.

"When I go out, I usually think about the direction. When I pass a place, I wonder where it is in the mansion. Sometimes I just walk around the mansion. Grandma, you don't know, but I remember every house along the Yangliu River from our mansion very clearly."

Looking at Kang Ge'er's arrogant look, Song Shengfu realized that he had been away for most of the day and there was such a thing.

The stereotype made her think that he simply ran out to listen to books and secretly bought storybooks. Song Shengfu began to reflect on her own problems.

Are we sometimes influenced by the impression we had of them in our previous lives and neglect their true appearance?

She was a little upset, wondering how she could make such a low-level mistake.

Every child's personality is not determined at birth. In his previous life, Kang Ge'er's tragedy was that he was spoiled by Old Lady Song and Mrs. Lu, and gradually developed a playful and arrogant character, and slowly brought about his own destruction in an unhealthy environment.

Looking at Kangger who was asking the palace maid how to pick flowers, the young boy grew up slowly. Now he was only a head shorter than the adult palace maid, about five feet tall.

Because of practicing martial arts, Kang Ge'er eats a lot, so he is not very thin and can be said to be strong.

The bulging arm muscles, which used to be soft fat, have now turned into strong and firm muscles.

Fortunately, the fat on his face has been reduced a lot, and he still looks like a handsome boy.

Kang Ge'er came back with a bouquet of flowers, which he brought to the Empress.

Song Shengfu looked at Kang Ge'er. No wonder this boy won the favor of the imperial concubine. Such a handsome young man would pick a bouquet of flowers every time he saw her.

No tricks, just heartfelt.

Sure enough, when Concubine Ning received the flowers early in the morning, her face was full of smiles. The thing that Fuhua Palace has the most is flowers, but who can refuse flowers picked by a handsome young man?

It had been a long time since they last met. When Concubine Ning saw Kang Ge'er had lost a lot of weight, she asked him with some concern how he had been eating recently and whether he was tired from his studies.

Kang Ge'er picked up interesting things that happened at school and told them to Concubine Ning. Concubine Ning treated him with great interest, as if he were her own nephew.

Song Shengfu was listening calmly on the side. At this time, the Sixth Prince Chu Qinling ran out from a small side room, followed by a group of palace maids who chased him and asked him to slow down.

When Concubine Ning looked over, Chu Qinling ran to her and leaned against her, but his eyes were looking at Kang Ge'er.

"You, you, why are you running so fast? Look at you, your forehead is sweating."

As Concubine Ning spoke, she wiped the sweat from Chu Qinling's forehead with a handkerchief.

Seeing the two children not saying anything, Concubine Ning tapped Chu Qinling's little nose with amusement.

"Why? Your beloved Kang Ge'er has entered the palace, why are you ignoring him?"

Kang Ge'er blinked his bright eyes at Chu Qinling, and Chu Qinling tugged at Concubine Ning's sleeve.

"Mother, Kang Ge'er and I are going to the side hall to play."

"go Go."

Concubine Ning sent the two away, watched them lift the curtain and leave, then turned around to greet Song Shengfu.

"Thank you for your concern, Madam. I have an old illness. I am old and my body is not very useful. I can't get up even if I get a little cold."

When Concubine Ning heard this, her eyes showed some concern, "Old Madam, you should take care of your health."

Song Shengfu was deeply moved. "Your Majesty is right."

As the two were chatting, Song Shengfu accidentally mentioned that she was planning to set up a girls' school.

"Your Majesty knows that we've taken in some women and children in our mansion lately. They're all miserable people, so I thought of opening a girls' school. Unfortunately, it's called a girls' school, but it's actually just a government school in disguise."

Concubine Ning was a little curious, "Old Madam has a kind heart, but why?"

Song Shengfu explained, "I'm not planning on hiring anyone yet. I'll let the girls I took in learn some skills, and when they grow up, I'll let them go out and work in the shop or on the farm in the mansion."

"Oh, the girls' school opened by the old lady sounds a little different."

Most aristocratic girls' schools teach music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, literature and etiquette. What else can these girls' schools teach if not these?

“It’s a little different.”

Song Shengfu briefly talked about her thoughts, and the more Concubine Ning listened, the more she thought it made sense. It was useless for children from poor families to learn music, chess, calligraphy and painting, except for spending money.

Even if you learn it, you will never be able to compete with the carefully trained ladies from wealthy families. It is better to learn something practical and get the money in your hands.

Her family was already in poverty when she was born. She still remembered that when she was little, she had to fight with her cousins ​​for a piece of brightly colored cloth.

But even so, the family still maintained an air of nobility, and each girl had to be accompanied by eight maids and four old women.

When she was with her mother, she often heard the housekeeper come to complain that the family could hardly afford the monthly salary.

My mother took care of the whole family, and any money she needed would be taken from the dowry. Soon, the dowry, which was not much to begin with, was almost gone.

The maids around her did menial jobs and sold them to supplement the family income. Even she and her cousins ​​had drawn patterns when she was a child.

When she was young, Concubine Ning learned music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but it was impossible for a girl from a wealthy family to use these to perform for a living; that was something only prostitutes in the Red Mansion would do.

It's obvious that the family is struggling to make ends meet, and he has learned all these skills in vain, but he can't even do the housekeeping.

"Learning a skill is the real thing. You can support yourself wherever you go. Even if you become a maid in a mansion, you will be valued by the master."

Concubine Ning thought about it and realized that this was actually similar to the way nobles trained their maids.

For example, the four female palace maids around the Queen Sister each have their own specialties. People with such skills are the favorites of the masters in each palace.

"Your Majesty is more comprehensive. I didn't think too much, I just wanted to give these little girls a bite to eat. They are so pitiful. Some of them are so skinny that their eyes are half the size of their faces. It's so sad to see them. Why not just build a women's technical college so that these girls can learn something and support themselves after they graduate."

"When will the old lady's school start?"

"I don't know about that. Our fourth son said he had to go to the Ministry of Rites or the Ministry of Works. I asked him to go and get it done. Once the paperwork is done, it will be done quickly."

When Concubine Ning heard this, it seemed quite troublesome.

"Then when the girls' studies are completed, the old lady must treat me to a wedding banquet."

Song Shengfu smiled, then suddenly remembered something and clasped her hands together.

"Of course, of course. Speaking of which, the girls' school hasn't been named yet. I've been thinking for a long time but haven't come up with a suitable one."

Concubine Ning knew that this was meant to ask her to come up with a clever name. Building a girls' school was a good thing, and she was happy to add icing on the cake.