The Marquise: I Earn My Own Worship

Seeing Kang Ge'er like this, Jian Ge'er smiled and punched him.

"What are you talking about? I'm not such an ungrateful person. Many people don't even have a chance, and I'm not stupid. I've actually gotten used to it slowly, but when I think back to the time when we were doing evil things all day long, I felt free."

Now it was Kang Ge'er's turn to roll his eyes. What does it mean to do evil?

He is a scholar, but his words are as unreliable as his.

"Alright, alright, hurry out and get some sun. Hopefully you don't catch a cold, or the headmaster will start scolding you again."

Brother Jian ran out with Brother Kang.

Chu Qinling and Chu Yuhui were already sitting in the main hall, watching the young masters interacting with each other on the stage.

"This is interesting, more interesting than those arenas."

Chu Yuhui was eating a pastry called Jade Paper Roll. It was sweet and sticky, and melted in his mouth. He couldn't stop eating it after one bite.

The expression on his face was always indifferent, but Mother Meng, who was standing next to him, knew this little master. His hands that couldn't stop moving and his slightly raised eyebrows showed that he was very happy at the moment.

When she returns, she must tell the prince.

Chu Yuhui didn't know that his mother had seen through him. He had only heard his cousins ​​talk about it, but they wouldn't go on stage. Instead, they would go to the gambling ring, where the thugs were specially trained.

It sounded gory and violent, and he didn't like it, so he never watched it.

But after seeing it today, I realized that this is how you can play in the ring.

Chu Qinling picked up a piece of glutinous rice cake under the gaze of the nanny, ate it slowly, and chatted with his nephew.

"That one, I've seen him before. He seems to be the son of some minister. He looks thin, but he's quite strong."

Chu Yuhui stretched his neck slightly when he heard it and saw the thin man on the stage pressing a fat guy under him. The fat guy probably had no strength left and raised his hands in surrender.

"It's quite interesting to watch them play."

Especially when fighting with those whom you know on a daily basis, it will be more exciting.

"The second round was no match for me. I saw that we were definitely going to lose."

"My uncle and I think the same thing."

Chu Qinling suddenly asked the steward standing in the corner, "Steward Miao, who in the hall has held on the longest?"

He had the answer in his mind and wanted to verify it.

The steward stepped forward and replied, "Sixth Prince, it's the eldest son."

It goes without saying who the eldest son here is.

Chu Qinling gave Chu Yuhui a look and said, "See, my good friend is really awesome!"

"Six games, awesome!"

Chu Yuhui nodded in affirmation out of respect, and Chu Qinling's face became even more proud. If you didn't know, you would think he was the one being talked about.

"Six games is too few. If I didn't want to undermine their confidence, I would have knocked them down right away."

Kang Ge'er also arrived at this time and pushed open the side door and came in.

The two of them found a seat and sat down. Kang Ge was extremely curious about this boy he had never seen before.

Your brother told him before that this was the grandson of his father's cousin, and that means he was his nephew.

Your brother's nephew, isn't that...

Never mind, it's a bit disrespectful, just take care of yourself anyway.

The following scene is that Kang Ge'er asks a question and Chu Yuhui answers it.

"how old are you?"

Kang Ge'er came up with a powerful attack without using any honorifics.

Mother Meng frowned and was about to step forward to warn him, but she saw the Sixth Prince staring at her. Although he was smiling, there was a warning in his eyes.

She broke out in a cold sweat. She had forgotten that the Duan family was on good terms with the Sixth Prince, and they were on equal terms. There was no reason for the young master to use honorifics.

Kang Ge'er didn't notice these things. He really forgot. He was used to calling your brother "Lingdi" on weekdays. In addition, the boy in front of him was your brother's nephew, so he forgot his identity.

"Xu is ten years old."

Chu Yuhui didn't care. Duan Jiazi and the young emperor's uncle were close friends, so there was no need to pay attention to these things in private.

Besides, Duan Jiazi's eyes were clear, and there was only curiosity in them, without any deliberate flattery.

No wonder the little prince would play with him.

"You are about the same age as your brother, but a little younger. What do you usually do? Is there anything fun?"

Ten years old in nominal terms means he is not yet ten years old. Your younger brother is already over ten, so this nephew is younger.

But it’s also good. If he is older than your brother but of a lower generation, wouldn’t it be weird?

Kang Ge'er was worrying in vain.

"If I read books or play on weekdays, does playing chess count?"

Chu Yuhui thought about it carefully and continued.

"And playing the piano, making tea, making incense..."

Kang Ge'er listened with admiration in his eyes. A boy who was not even ten years old knew so much.

"That's amazing! I can make tea too. Next time..."

"cough cough"

Chu Qinling coughed, interrupting Kang Ge'er's words.

"can."

Chu Yuhui was a little confused as to why the young uncle kept giving him eye signals.

But his own qualities made him agree to it.

Kang Ge'er is actually quite confident in his tea. It has at least one of the following qualities: color, aroma and taste.

He looked at the young man in front of him. Although his temper was a little slow, he was still quite polite.

Kang Ge'er thought.

If it were an ordinary person, he would probably run out of words while talking to Chu Yuhui.

But Kang Ge'er didn't feel anything, and he talked to Chu Yuhui even more enthusiastically.

"Next time, let your brother take you out again, and I'll take you somewhere else to play."

"it is good."

"Do you like horse racing? There's a racecourse outside my home. They just sent over a few ponies this year. They're so cute. If you like, I'll pick one for you."

(In ancient times, there were private horse farms, especially for some nobles, who loved to collect fine horses. However, they could not be easily sold or bred on a large scale, and were only used for entertainment. In peacetime, horses were also a symbol of power and wealth, and were not as strictly controlled as in wartime. The situation in each dynasty in Chinese history was different, so here we can just treat it as a private operation.)

Chu Yuhui looked at the little uncle involuntarily, and Chu Qinling smiled and nodded at him.

"Sure, we don't have enough time today. I'll take him there next time and let him pick one. I have one too, I keep it there."

After hearing this, Chu Yuhui nodded.

"Thank you very much. I'm sorry for the expense."

Kang Ge'er waved his hand nonchalantly. He was a generous man with a broad mind, and his personality was the same in both lives.

To put it bluntly, money and these things are like water in his eyes.

If it weren't for his grandmother's restrictions, he would have moved out.

"It's okay. You and I are destined to be together. If you like, you can come and play anytime. No need to be so polite."

"Yes, yes, I have one there too. Next time, let's go out and play together."

Brother Jian looked at the people below and responded casually.