The Marquise: I Earn My Own Worship

"Look at you, you're too concerned about your reputation. This is not good."

He patted Ding Haimo's shoulder, then looked at Duan Jing'an. This kid was also a capable man, more scheming and capable than his father-in-law.

"The court is very busy now, and there aren't any idle people peeking at other people's private affairs. Besides, I think it's time to correct the bad habits of some officials. They keep talking about trivial matters in front of Your Majesty all day long, and it's really annoying to Your Majesty."

The father-in-law and son-in-law listened and nodded in agreement.

This made Jin Shourong feel recognized, and he started talking incessantly.

"Tell me if there's any truth to this. Some people, I don't know if they're from the sea, are so nosy. They're so petty. A few days ago, I was so tired I sat on the stone steps at the entrance of Liumen for a while, and the next day someone complained about my bad manners."

Jin Shourong got angry when he talked about it. What's wrong with sitting for a while when you're tired? Liubu is so big, but there are only a few stone benches. You have to walk a long way to find one.

"Your Majesty is indeed considerate of me and has even shown concern for my health today. I wish I could repay your kindness with my own body."

When Ding Haimo and Duan Jing'an saw Jin Shourong's flattering look, their eyes twitched slightly.

Among all the officials, Minister Jin is the best at speaking. Your Majesty has been very tolerant and trusting of him over the years.

Few Ministers of Revenue can stay in office for decades. Generally, they are replaced every few years. As for why they are replaced?

If someone dies and their property is confiscated, of course they have to bring in a new person.

This Minister Jin has broken the record. He has been sitting firmly in the position of Minister since His Majesty took office.

In addition to his abilities and means, his speaking skills are also very impressive.

It was precisely because of this that some officials secretly despised him for being a "fox man trying to seduce his master."

Hmm... this word is weird.

But Duan Jing'an didn't think so, and even learned frame by frame.

Jin Shourong kept saying a lot of flattering words. Ding Haimo was a bit dull and although he thought Jin Shourong was very good at speaking, he just listened.

Duan Jing'an took notes while listening, and was even able to draw inferences from what he heard.

If possible, he could write a policy paper on how to flatter the superiors so that it would not be noticed and still achieve the goal.

Jin Shourong said a lot, and said something at the end.

"However, if I find out who reported me and I catch him, I'll at least teach him a lesson."

The censor who was eavesdropping in the corner couldn't help but shudder, and the other officials around him who were pretending to be busy but actually watching the show online also felt a chill in their backs.

"Master Jin, calm down. You're always so meticulous in your work that even His Majesty praises you endlessly. If others were interested, they would only find fault with these minor details."

Jin Shourong said that the rainy day turned into sunny day, which was really comforting to hear.

He couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth, but he felt it was not dignified and wanted to smooth it out, so he waved his hand modestly and said, "No, no."

Looking at Duan Jing'an's sincere expression, Jin Shourong really felt that he was saying this sincerely, and not deliberately flattering him.

He knew what kind of person he was, and he looked at the young man in front of him and thought to himself.

Wow, as the saying goes, a disciple is better than his master. This kid has a future!

And looking at his handsome face, Jin Shourong touched his belly.

If it were him, he would also prefer to see such a handsome man.

He felt a little jealous and thought to himself that it was a good thing that he was several generations older than him, otherwise he would have no say.

"I feel so too."

Ding Haimo spoke after a long pause, and the other two looked at him.

Forget it, just go and have fun.

Jin Shourong sighed secretly, this father-in-law can't beat his own son-in-law.

But Ding Haimo has his good points. His Majesty likes such honest people. It is just right to let him stay in the Ministry of Justice to suppress those restless people below.

When they dispersed, the censor who was hiding in the corner was so angry that his beard was trembling.

He took a pen and wrote a few words on the notebook, then crossed it out.

So what if his family lives by the sea? It just makes him look smarter. I didn't scold him enough last time.

He complained quietly in his heart, and when no one was around, he flipped forward in the booklet and crossed out several lines of words.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief, closed the phone, and walked to the next base to wait.

He is the eyes of His Majesty and is supposed to help His Majesty watch over things. What's wrong with being scolded a few times? He will get the meat anyway.

Duan Jing'an went back and personally went to Ding's house to invite his mother-in-law back. Without even having a bite of the meal at home, he packed up and left Beijing with his men.

Thanks to her mother's company, Ding Meishu's condition was much better than before. She cooperated with the treatment and managed to stabilize the fetus.

While things were getting stable at home, Kang Ge'er encountered another problem.

Now the army is stationed in Mu's city. He had sent Princess Mo Sheng there before and sent someone to protect her secretly to ensure that she could meet Luo Zhen safely.

After he came back from doing something, he was assassinated and is now hiding in a private house in Mu City.

Mu's City is now the territory of Da Chu. It is really unbelievable that he was assassinated on his own territory.

Kang Ge'er gritted his teeth and pulled out the arrow from his abdomen. The blood gushed out and Lao Gao blocked it with cotton cloth.

Taking a deep breath, he frowned in pain and groaned.

Oh my god, it hurts.

Kang Ge'er was originally raised in a pampered environment. Although he suffered a lot later, this was the first time he was close to death.

But this was not the first time that he secretly hid in the house to wipe his tears after being injured. He pursed his lips, frowned, and sprinkled the medicine powder in his arms on the wound.

There was too much blood flowing, and the sprinkled powder was quickly washed away.

This wasn't working, so he started to deal with it himself, but his vision started to blur.

not good!

What a shame! This arrow is poisoned.

Kang Ge'er felt dizzy and trembling as he tried to take the medicine from his arms, but he gradually became weaker.

He should be thankful that the arrow was not poisonous enough to kill him instantly, otherwise he would have died when he was hit.

He leaned weakly against the wall, raised his hand with difficulty, and pulled out a black rope from his neck with something hanging on it.

He put the whole thing in his mouth and used his tongue to open the mechanism inside. A pill came out and he swallowed it.

After doing all this, his head slowly drooped.

At this time, a soft sound of footsteps was heard, and someone slowly approached.

Getting closer……