The Marquise: I Earn My Own Worship

"Mom, it's snowing outside."

Lu looked outside the house. The wind was blowing and snowflakes were flying all over the sky.

Song Shengfu stood up and walked to the door. Su Chun came forward and tightened her cloak for her.

"Madam, it's very windy here. Let's go in and wait."

She shook her head and walked out.

"Why hasn't Jing'an come back yet?"

Lu also came out, supported her mother, and said to the maid beside her: "Send someone to urge them again."

Before the maid walked out the door, a snowman hurried in.

Duan Jing'an walked in, shook off the snow on his body, and his voice was a little stiff.

"Mother, sister-in-law."

"Oh, Fourth Brother is back. Go and tell the Fourth Madam in her room that the Fourth Master is back."

Duan Jing'an felt his heart and lungs go cold. Seeing the servants walking back and forth in the yard and his wife's screams of pain coming from the west room, he walked forward quickly.

"Meishu, how are you?"

Duan Jing'an's forehead was pressed against the door, with fine snowflakes hanging on his long eyelashes. Perhaps because of the wind blowing back, his face was extremely stiff.

"Mother, is the Fourth Master back? I think I heard his voice."

Ding Meishu's hair was soaked. She tilted her head and looked outside the door, as if she could see the person she was thinking of through the door.

"Shu'er, we're back. Jing'an is back. You should work harder. We'll be able to see the baby's head soon."

Bai was so distressed that she burst into tears and wiped her sweat with a handkerchief.

"Fourth Madam, please push harder, the baby's head will be out soon."

This child is a blessed one, perhaps destined to grow up in love. As soon as his father comes back, he can't wait to come out.

"Okay, okay, breathe in, breathe out, don't push anymore."

The female doctor on the side watched and gave instructions.

Ding Meishu was gasping for breath, tears mixed with sweat streaming down her face.

"One last time, come."

The veins at Ding Meishu's temples were bulging, and she felt a sense of emptiness down there, her hands still pulling hard at the cork.

"Alright, alright, it's out, it's out, Shu'er, breathe a sigh of relief."

She felt that she could not hear clearly what her mother said, and her vision was blurry. She only felt that everyone had a smile on their face.

Suddenly, a clear cry penetrated through many obstacles and reached her ears.

The originally chaotic scene began to become clear. She wanted to raise her head, and the female doctor serving beside her gently lifted her head.

Although there were many people, she seemed to see the child surrounded by them at a glance.

"Mother, that's my child."

Ding Meishu looked at Bai with a smile.

Bai's eyes were full of her child, "Shu'er has suffered."

After she saw that Shu'er was fine, she went over to look at the child. The child was wrinkled and had been well-fed in the womb. His face was fair and he had thick hair on his head.

"It's a girl. Congratulations, Madam, on the birth of your daughter."

Bai took the child and carried her to Ding Meishu.

"Shu'er, she's a girl."

Ding Meishu struggled to get up and was persuaded to go back.

She placed the child beside her, looking at him with her head tilted, as if she couldn't see enough.

"It's wrinkled and ugly."

Ding Meishu stretched out her hand and traced her eyebrows through the air.

"What are you talking about, kid?"

Bai was unhappy again. How could a mother say that to her own child?

"Our Bao Bao is the most beautiful lady, isn't she?"

Bai patted him gently, and the child in her arms twitched twice, as if in agreement.

The delivery room was cleaned quickly. It was painful to carry the baby out in the cold winter. Fortunately, we had made preparations in advance. The main room and the west wing room were connected, and both had floor heating.

The people outside were waiting anxiously and had no idea what was going on inside the house. Duan Jing'an was waiting outside the door.

I suddenly felt a gust of snow wind blowing from behind, and heavy snow flew in the corridor, fluttering.

At this moment, a good news came from inside. Duan Jing'an's legs went weak and he supported himself on the wall to avoid falling down.

A teardrop fell to the ground and melted into the snow.

Duan Chengqiong, the second daughter of Duan Bo's family, was born on the night of New Year's Eve.

At the same time, news came from the Western Yi that more than a dozen fugitives from Yumen had gone to the border and had not returned.

When the news came back, the whole Yumen was in an uproar.

One-third of the people in Yumen are fugitives. If they are responsible for escaping, then no one can escape with them.

Fortunately, apart from these dozen or so fugitives, the soldiers who accompanied them disappeared without a trace, and not even their bodies were found.

For a moment, I couldn't tell whether he escaped or something else happened.

The chief garrison commander of Yumen immediately ordered all the fugitives in the city to be locked up.

More than twenty people in the Fang family were all locked up in two cages, and everyone had the same look of panic and anxiety on their faces.

He Jiajing looked at Mr. Fang across the iron bars, panic in her eyes.

"Father, there are Ming, Huai, and my sixth brother. Are they in there too?"

Old Master Fang sat dejectedly. The second son of the Fang family looked at his sister-in-law and nodded with reluctance.

"We were on the dry canal when a group of soldiers arrived and picked out some people. They said the dam on the western outer river had broken and needed to be repaired. Originally, Youming and Youhuai were chosen, but Lao Liu was worried and begged to go along. But when they didn't return at night, someone went to check and found that the border guard hadn't repaired it and even the people were gone."

The second brother's voice was a little hoarse. "The higher-ups said that he probably escaped from there to Xiyi. We're investigating now. If, it's true..."

"No, it's impossible."

He Jiajing interrupted Lao Er, "They are not that kind of people, Lao Er, you know."

"You Ming won't abandon us, and You Huai and Lao Liu won't do it at all..."

At this point, He Jiajing suddenly paused. Yes, everyone knew they wouldn't run away, but now they were gone, what did that mean...

Encountered the enemy!

There are only Western Yi people in Yumen.

She fell to the ground, covering her face and crying.

Oh my God!

Things were obviously getting better. They recently bought two more pots and built two wooden houses behind the house. They thought the family could have a good New Year.

Old Master Fang's back was hunched, and his sparse gray hair no longer reminded him of the county magistrate he once was.

Everyone was silent, waiting for a result.

At this moment, they didn't know whether it would be better for them to escape or to be captured by the Western barbarians.

On New Year's Eve, they should have gathered together to celebrate the passing of another year.

Now I can only lie in the cold prison and pray to God.

"Find them for me, alive or dead. Seventeen fugitives are missing, and the only way for you and me to atone is to die."

The garrison commander's face was gloomy. If it was just one or two people, they could be convicted directly and the case could be closed by just killing a few people.

But seventeen of them almost accounted for most of the fugitives.

When he went to ask for an audience with the magistrate, he was turned away.

The magistrate was not there at the time, and the garrison commander didn't know what to do.

The garrison commander felt a little uneasy. If something happened during the New Year, he was afraid it might be the people from the Western Barbarians.

If it was done by the Western barbarians, it would be a big deal and would have to be reported.