The Marquise: I Earn My Own Worship

She talked on and on, and her children and grandchildren beside the bed listened quietly with tears in their eyes.

Slowly, the sound became smaller and smaller, until it finally returned to silence.

Lord Luo held his mother's hand and put his face against it like he did when he was a child.

A tear falls on the hand of a deceased person, the warmth touches the warmth, and then they slowly cool down together.

Everything happened suddenly, yet seemed to happen naturally.

Mrs. Luo's funeral was held in a grand manner. Mourners came and went, and the ground was covered with scattered yellow paper.

Song Shengfu was leaning on a cane, holding a bunch of snow-white chrysanthemums in her hand.

In the past, when paying tribute to the deceased, people would bring a bouquet of flowers, and the fragrance of the flowers would lead the way, telling the people below that someone was missing them.

She really didn't like this atmosphere, it was too sad and heavy.

The descendants of the Luo family who were kneeling on both sides were dressed in mourning. Tears fell on their faces and were quickly wiped away by the handkerchiefs. Soon the handkerchiefs became moist.

Don’t cry, these were Mrs. Luo’s last words.

Song Shengfu placed the flowers under the coffin and walked to the front to look at the deceased's face.

She had died once before, so naturally she wasn't afraid of these things.

But when I walked up, I felt a little nervous.

Seeing the lifeless person lying there, Song Shengfu was startled and felt a little empty.

The day before yesterday, the fifth prince’s legitimate son turned one year old. They all attended the banquet and talked together for a long time.

At that time, she looked much better than before, but I didn't expect it to happen so suddenly.

She remembered her name, Guo Miaoting, which was very nice.

White prayer flags fluttered in the wind, and suppressed crying could be heard in my ears.

Song Shengfu looked at it again and again, and then quietly wiped the corners of her eyes when they were not paying attention.

It is not good to live too long. As you watch the people around you pass away one by one, you will also start counting the days to see when your major life event will come.

Waiting is a very scary thing, especially waiting for death.

Song Shengfu didn't have this anxiety because she had already been through it once.

The first time is new, the second time is familiar.

After attending Mrs. Luo's funeral, she was sad for a few days after returning. From then on, she lost a close friend with whom she could talk.

Seeing that the old lady was sad, the servants in the house laughed less, for fear of making her unhappy.

The atmosphere in the Marquis' Mansion had lost its former cheerfulness and became a bit heavy.

Kang Ge'er was also silent, as the separation of life and death was right before his eyes.

Unlike on the battlefield, death here is very solemn.

Too many people die on the battlefield every day. They face the test of life and death as soon as they open their eyes, so there is not much time to commemorate.

For human beings, nothing matters more than life and death.

Lord Luo, who had just taken office, wrote a letter to the emperor, expressing his observance of mourning.

At the same time, the military power was returned to His Majesty, and he returned home with his family and the coffin.

Luo Hou's hometown is in Xuanju, Dongyang. This time, Mr. Luo's coffin was also sent back.

The Emperor of Chu could not find a reason to refuse. When Lord Luo died, Luo Qi, who was still Lord Luo, was on the battlefield and did not even see him off.

Although he was suspicious, he never doubted this old minister.

Luo Qi did not let him down.

"If there is an imperial edict, we will return from the battle."

This was the promise made by Lord Luo to the Emperor of Chu. The Emperor of Chu covered his face and seemed a little out of control.

He saw Luo Qi's white hair, his face as yellow as tree bark blown by the yellow sand, and the scars all over his body. All of these told him how this minister had protected the country of Chu for him.

"Go back and take good care of yourself. There will be young people in the future."

Lord Luo left the palace and returned to his mansion, where everyone was busy cleaning up.

His wife, Xu, was busy having the servants clean up the storeroom.

This time I will stay in Xuanlu for three years, and all matters, big and small, must be prepared.

Lord Luo turned around and felt empty and uncomfortable in his heart.

The intense sadness is slowly fading away, and one must always look forward in life.

Before leaving, he called Kang Ge'er to his house.

He was given a gift, a halberd.

It is said that this halberd was forged by a master iron smelter, and the material used throughout the halberd is black iron from outer space.

The Luo family prefers to use broadswords and long swords, but few are good at using halberds.

This halberd was a gift from the founding emperor, and today he presented it to his most promising junior.

"It is kept in the storehouse, and the world knows its name. Take it in your hands, and let its name be deeply imprinted in the hearts of your enemies."

Kang Ge'er held the halberd and nodded heavily.

"Then let's call it the World-Suppressing Universe Halberd."

Holding this halberd, Kang Ge'er saw off Lord Luo and Luo Zhen and others in the suburbs.

When he was about to leave, an imperial edict came from the palace.

The general idea was to praise Madam Luo's character, etc. She was buried according to the regulations for a first-rank marquise, and the palace also gave her a lot of burial objects.

The capital seems to have become the same as before, but for some people it has never changed.

With the princes being crowned kings, the situation in the court became serious again.

Especially now that the war is in a calm period, without the outside world to jointly resist, they have begun to fight among themselves.

The tricks used by the kings to seize the throne are nothing more than the same ones. They are all foxes with thousands of years of experience, so how could they not see through all these tricks?

The Duanhou Mansion, located outside the center, lived a much more comfortable life than before.

They closed the door and lived their lives very comfortably.

Ever since Kang Ge'er got his life weapon, he can't let it go.

If there was enough space, he would even want to sleep with his halberd in his arms.

He spent almost every day in the martial arts training ground, working with his natal star, and slowly the two of them became one. Kang Ge'er and his long-halberd wife Xuan Ge'er had grown into a big boy. He was currently studying in the academy, preparing to go into battle next year.

With a heavy academic workload, he has now become one of the busiest members of the family.

Sister Wei is now a bride-to-be, and she doesn't have to worry about the wedding, as the royal family and the marquis's mansion will take care of it.

She spends less and less time at home, so she feels that every day passes by very quickly.

By the time they get married next year, she will only be seventeen, and the Sixth Prince will only be eighteen.

The Queen and the Imperial Concubine had both told them that they would only prepare to have children after the Sixth Prince turned twenty.

He is not in good health and it would be easy for him to lose his essence and blood if he starts to do it too early, so he needs to recuperate for a few more years.

On this point, both the Empress and the Imperial Concubine felt that they owed her a lot, so they often gave her toys from the palace for her to enjoy.

When Sister Wei often attends banquets, she is "envied" by the girls of the same age around her.

I envy her for being favored by the Queen and the Imperial Concubine. Any string of beads on her is a rare treasure.

But envy aside, I feel more sympathy.

Sister Wei never cares about these looks. She lives her own life. As long as she doesn’t feel there is anything wrong, then life is a good life.