The Marquise: I Earn My Own Worship

It is said that people cannot stand being criticized. Now the real culprit has arrived.

Sister Wei was a little shy. After all, it was not nice to talk about her cousin behind his back.

When she saw the person she was talking about coming, her face turned red and she was a little at a loss.

As soon as Kang Ge'er came in, he felt that the room was very cool. He took off his outer robe and handed it to the maid next to him, then lifted the curtain and went in.

At first glance, I saw that everyone was laughing, especially Sister Wei, whose face was like a boiled crab, red from her forehead to her neck.

Is it too hot? Kang Ge'er felt the temperature in the room and found it was quite cool.

He walked over and picked up the fruit in the ice bowl, eating while curiously asking:

"Cousin Wei just came over. Look at her face, it's as red as a monkey's fart, ahem, like a boiled shrimp."

Kang Ge'er changed the subject halfway through his speech and almost choked. Girls are shy and it doesn't seem good to say their faces look like monkey butts.

Look how clever he is, he changed the way he put it.

But he didn't realize that boiled shrimps were not a good thing, and he was still happy at the time. It turned out that having some knowledge in his stomach made a difference. Even his younger brother said that he spoke more elegantly now.

Sister Wei was trying to remain calm, but she became even more angry and embarrassed when she heard this.

What monkeys and shrimps, Cousin Kang really hates them.

Sister Wei was already embarrassed for being caught red-handed, and now she was even more furious.

He picked up a fruit at random, threw it to Kang Ge'er and said, "Eat your fruit." Then he simply turned his head and ignored him.

Seeing this, everyone was very happy again. When Xuan Geer saw that everyone was laughing, he also laughed until his eyes narrowed. He clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Brother, read."

Seeing that his cousin Wei was ignoring him and everyone was laughing, Kang Ge'er was confused and scratched his head with his hands. When he heard Xuan Ge'er talking, he walked over and picked Xuan Ge'er up.

Xuan Ge'er's eyes suddenly became round. This was the first time he was hugged by his brother. He was a little curious but did not struggle.

Song Shengfu was stunned. Kang Ge'er was only eight years old and more than a month old. He was not tall, but Xuan Ge'er was half his height when he was held in his arms.

Qi's mother, who was standing by, exclaimed, "Brother Kang is really energetic!"

Song Shengfu nodded in agreement. This kid is quite strong.

Seeing Xuan'er sliding down in Kang'er's arms, Song Shengfu quickly said:

"Alright, alright, put your cousin down."

Kang Ge'er was about to put Xuan Ge'er on the couch, but Xuan Ge'er actually hugged his neck and refused to let go, yelling, "I want you to hold me, hold me."

Kang Ge'er was a little arrogant because of the little guy's dependence. He looked at his grandmother with pretended embarrassment and then climbed onto the wooden bed with Xuan Ge'er in his arms and sighed:

"Alas, Xuan Ge'er is really clingy. I have no choice but to let him sit in my arms."

Song Shengfu and Wei Jieer watched Xuan Ge'er wrap his arms around Kang Ge'er's neck as if he had won a battle, with his face pressed against Kang Ge'er's. He kept saying, "Wo, be good to me."

Sister Wei'er's eyes were all smiling, and she said in a sweet voice, "Little fart spirit."

When Xuan Ge'er heard his sister talking about him, although he didn't know what she meant, it looked like it was not a good thing, so he immediately turned around and ignored her.

Mother Qi said to Song Shengfu with a surprised smile, "Look, old lady, Xuan'er and Kang'er look very similar."

Song Shengfu took a quick look and it seemed to be the case.

Kang Ge'er and Xuan Ge'er looked at each other and stared at the person in front of them seriously.

Kang Ge'er didn't know if they looked alike, so when he saw his grandmother nod, he just said, "Yeah, they do look a bit similar."

Xuan Ge'er, a small person, also nodded seriously: "Yes, brother looks like him."

This scene made everyone present laugh continuously, and for a while, Bisongyuan was filled with laughter.

After everyone left, Sister Wei took Brother Xuan back to the backyard.

After Xuan Ge'er put the ice basin in his room and the room became much cooler, he returned to the east room.

"Sister, now that Madam Qiu has learned her lesson, Brother Xuan should feel better from now on."

Sister Wei'er looked a little different from her innocent appearance during the day. There was some inexplicable emotion in her eyes. She looked at Aunt Yu Zhong beside her and replied calmly:

"Now that Grandmother has lashed out at them, the matter is over and it shouldn't be mentioned again."

After saying that, he started practicing calligraphy in the small side room. Today was a day off, and the teacher had assigned him a few large characters.

Yu Zhong felt a little distressed when he saw the frail girl. When his mistress was still alive, the girl wouldn't have to worry about these things.

Even at my grandparents' house now, some things are not easy to decide on my own. Those servants rely on their age and turn a deaf ear to what the girls say. It's really hateful.

Yu Zhong clenched the handkerchief in his hand, feeling sad but also thinking that the girl had grown up, so it was better this way, at least she wouldn't suffer any loss.

On the other side, Youzhuyuan

Cheng Xi was invited to Duan Jing'an's courtyard to appreciate paintings. He said that he had recently obtained a good painting and asked him to appreciate it together.

Looking at Duan Jing'an who was leisurely sipping tea, Cheng Xi teased, "Brother Duan seems to be acting like a hermit this time. But now that he is in good health and his career is still undecided, he seems to be at ease and doesn't look worried at all."

Duan Jing'an felt a little embarrassed when he heard this. He put down his teacup, rested his head on his hands and leaned back on the recliner.

The constant chirping of cicadas in my ears made me feel a little irritated.

"There's no need to be anxious. There's no point in being anxious now. Let things take their course."

Cheng Xi paused after hearing this, then smiled with relief: "Brother Duan is quite insightful, it's me who is narrow-minded."

Duan Jing'an waved his hand, picked up two ice cubes and put them in the cup before continuing, "What kind of transparency is this? Big brother said before that he would reveal the news after the birthday and make plans then."

"Nothing, it's the final push. No matter where I am, I will always be there to share the emperor's worries and plead for the people. It's all the same, so why worry about the high or low position?"

Seeing this, Cheng Xi stopped talking. He thought, "Dragon Boat Festival is coming soon. Everything has a conclusion." Now he could only wait and see. This matter really couldn't be rushed.

In the blink of an eye, it was the eve of the Dragon Boat Festival, and the Lu family had been very busy these days.

One is Duan Jingan’s eighteenth birthday, and he also has to start looking for a wife. He can use this birthday party to look for a good wife for Duan Jingan.

Secondly, this incident was also used to open the door to social interaction for Duan Bo's Mansion, showing that there were nephews and nieces in Duan Bo's Mansion who had officially entered officialdom, which was equivalent to making them familiar to the public.

The more important thing is to tell the higher-ups that there is still a Jinshi in this family who has not been hired, so that the head of the family can see it and give him a job.

In short, this birthday party must be grand and solemn, and no carelessness is allowed.

For the first time, Mrs. Lu felt that it was not good to have fewer people in the family. There was not even a sister-in-law to help. She was busy like a top, and finally made it to the Dragon Boat Festival.

Duan Bo's mansion was packed with people that day, and Lu had sent invitations to almost every influential family in the capital.

Although their family is now in decline, Duke Duan was once one of the most influential figures in the capital at that time. Although it has only been three generations, many families still responded to the call and came.

Moreover, the Fourth Master Duan was young and promising. He passed the imperial examination at the age of 18 and was also a legitimate son. If nothing unexpected happened, the Duanbo Mansion would have to rely on the Fourth Master Duan to support it.

Many families with daughters of marriageable age are waiting and watching, so this is a good opportunity to come and find out.