The Marquise: I Earn My Own Worship

Chapter 442: Stirring up a hornet's nest?

"You, you...I, that..."

Shao Wanqi's speech became a little slurred for a moment.

The drunkenness I had just felt was now completely gone.

"Well, what do you need down there? Just tell me and I'll make it for you tomorrow."

The more he spoke, the more choked his voice became and his vision blurred.

It was not until he felt that warm palm on his shoulder again that Shao Wanqi was finally convinced that the person standing before him at this moment was a living Duan Chengkang.

"I'm still drunk, this..."

Before he could finish his words, the person in front of him gave him a big bear hug.

"I knew you couldn't die. You're as smart as a monkey."

Shao Wanqi was about to howl loudly, but when he realized there was a servant at the door, he stopped talking.

"By the way, how did you get in?"

When leaving the Shao Mansion, Kang Ge'er walked towards the main door of Shao Wanqi's room in a swagger.

Just as it came.

Several servants were sleeping soundly at the door, in the corridor, and at the entrance of the courtyard.

Shao Wanqi stood at the door, looking at the servants sleeping in the yard, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Forget it, I’m already asleep.

It was not until the next day when he was awakened by the servants that Shao Wanqi got up as usual.

He suddenly remembered what happened last night, and felt as if it was all a dream.

The servants served with trepidation. They had overslept last night and woke up in the morning with a start, thinking that all was lost.

I didn’t expect that the old man who usually gets up early would go to bed late today.

It was not until Shao Wanqi put on yesterday's old clothes and caught a glimpse of the greasy finger marks on the cuff that he froze in place.

Kang Ge'er went to bed late last night and went to bed early.

"Young people nowadays have it so easy. Back then, we had to get up before dawn to train, even in the wind and rain..."

Old Xuan was lying on the reclining chair in the yard, swaying and mumbling.

Kang Ge'er just turned a deaf ear to it, he could see but not hear.

Thinking back to last night, Kang Ge'er reflected deeply on himself.

Suddenly I felt that what His Majesty said was right. He is not young anymore, and you can see that he already has a lot of connections.

And he...

He has it too.

In Mo Sheng...all those people from all walks of life, from the concubines in Mo Sheng Palace to the beggars, why don't they count?

Shao Wanqi had been optimistic about this kid back then, and it turned out that his vision was right.

"Master, tell me, has Xuanxuan always been like this?"

Looking at Old Xuan lying there, Kang Ge'er leaned against the pillar with his arms folded over his chest.

There was a smile in Han Yang's eyes, like stars scattered in his eyes.

"Xuanxuan is old, you should be more considerate of him."

As he got older, Kang Ge'er thought of his grandmother.

In recent years, family letters have always said that she was in good health, but Kang Ge'er didn't see her on the day of her return or the day of her funeral, and he was really worried.

Then go and take a sneak peek.

Just do it.

He is very familiar with his home.

Kang Ge'er had plenty of ways to sneak into his own house, but compared to when he used to sneak out, his family was much stricter now.

When passing by Shitan, the first person Kang Ge'er met was Qiong Jie'er.

She was dressed in white and sitting at a stone table inside the pavilion.

She supported her head with her hands, looking at the lake, not knowing what she was thinking.

With red and swollen eyes and a haggard look, and no hair ornaments on her head, she looked like a pitiful little thing.

What is Sister Qiong thinking at this moment?

She simply thought of the first time her elder brother left home, and it was also here that her elder brother told her to stay away from the pond.

At that time, the big brother had a jade pendant on him. The little girl was playing with it, and the big brother threw it into the lake as a demonstration.

She could clearly see it, but she couldn't get it and almost slipped in.

From then on, she stayed away from these pools.

The main reason is that I’m afraid that something on my body will fall in if I walk beside it.

She loved wearing lots of pretty pearl flowers and small hairpins, and if one fell in, she would be very upset.

"Boom!"

The sound of someone falling into the water attracted her attention. She looked over and felt a gust of wind by her ear.

She didn't care, there was no one else here, so she just thought it was a small animal passing by.

When she turned around again, she saw a small grasshopper appear on the stone table.

Turn left and right and you will reach Bisongyuan.

Familiar place, familiar taste.

Take a sniff, hmm... a bit stuffy.

Song Shengfu also took a deep breath at this time, hmm... so comfortable.

After living as a ghost for so many years, Song Shengfu still likes this one the most. She drives her crazy and becomes addicted to it.

Others smoke, she inhales incense.

They are all drugs, so why not count them as another type of addict?

Coincidentally, Kang Ge'er had just arrived when his fourth uncle Duan Jing'an arrived.

Kang Ge'er quickly dodged and hid in a corner.

Duan Jing'an walked in and saw his mother sitting cross-legged beside the incense burner, worshiping Buddha carefully.

Song Shengfu was dozing off and only opened her eyes when she heard someone coming in.

"Mother, am I disturbing your peace?"

Song Shengfu was helped up by him, and her feet were numb.

She held her face, stood there motionless, her eyes fixed on the Jade Bodhisattva statue above.

Duan Jing'an felt a little nervous when he saw his mother looking at the statue of Yunzun Bodhisattva.

He was afraid that his mother would smash the jade statue in a fit of anger.

Although his mother usually "likes" to worship Buddha, he still knows whether it is true or not.

My mother's respect for this is not as great as that for the King of Hell that she always mentions.

Just as she explained herself, after death, when you go to the underworld, it all depends on who has the highest official position.

"Are you taking a day off today?"

"Yes, so I want to spend more time with my mother."

Song Shengfu raised her hand slightly, and Duan Jing'an tactfully supported her and slowly walked towards Kang Ge'er's hiding place.

Kang Ge'er, who was hiding there, was so nervous that he broke out in sweat.

Fortunately, the two of them sat down not far from him.

"How is Hua'er?"

Speaking of his youngest son, Duan Jing'an felt a pang of pain in his heart. This tiny guy, not even half the size of his brothers and sisters when they were born, had to get injections and take medicine every day.

Duan Jing'an only reports good news and not bad news.

Even if he didn't say it, Song Shengfu could guess the child's situation.

Did this Duan family stir up a hornet's nest of sick people? The old, the young, and the son-in-law are all weaker than the other.

"Take good care of it. If you need anything, use whatever you have at home. If you don't have any, go out and look for it."

Then she asked about the situation at the girls' school; she was really worried.

Nowadays, girls’ schools are like paper-pasted windows, which will be left with a big hole if you poke them hard.

"The girls' school is under the supervision of Princess Chun. No one dares to invade. Don't worry."

His Majesty is not dead yet, and for the sake of face, no one is willing to provoke Prince Chun.

"The news of the death has come from Censor He's residence. The old lady of the He family died happily. She passed away peacefully, with her children and grandchildren by her side."

Song Shengfu paused. She had met Madam He at a banquet before. She was a capable old lady.