Zhao Letong felt tired when he saw his sisters-in-law who obviously did not mind the trouble. It was true that people of the same family are alike.
But she also wanted to go. In her previous life, when she practiced Taoism, she emphasized being alone and meditating for a year or even several years. Where could it be so lively?
Occasionally, a treasure comes out and everyone rushes to grab it, only to find that there are so many people in the world of cultivation. It’s too many. No, just kill as many as you can. Once they die, the resources will be yours.
This results in fewer people in the world of cultivation and makes it more lonely.
As the saying goes, if you can’t stand the loneliness, don’t practice Taoism.
"I'm going too, big brother. Please carry me with you. She scolded me, was mean to me, and even wanted to kill me. Woohoo... I'm so sad."
Zhao Letong pushed Zhao Biao away and rubbed against her elder brother's arms, looking at him with her big watery eyes. Zhao Xing couldn't resist it, "Okay, take my little sister with you and let her apologize to my aunt."
Mrs. Zhao: "Of course I will. I'll hold you, little sister. If that little bitch doesn't kneel down and kowtow, I'll give her a slap in the face."
Zhao Letong gave a thumbs up, saying that his sister-in-law was mighty.
I don’t know if it’s because of blood ties, but as long as the Zhao family can hear Zhao Letong’s thoughts, the sisters-in-law can’t.
"Let's eat first. Only when we're full can we start quarreling and fighting. Can you expect them to entertain us?"
Zhao Biao was afraid that the children would be hungry, so he asked the kitchen to prepare the meal quickly.
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The Marquis of Jinghai was also having dinner, but Qiao Yujiao was so absent-minded that the food was almost going into her nose.
The reason why it is so quiet now is because Qiao Yujiao didn't tell her family about the trouble she caused. She thinks that the Zhao family can't complain, right?
It's also an ostrich mentality. As long as no one comes to you, then it's fine.
But I was still worried deep down, and felt a little distracted.
"Second sister, what's wrong? Is the food not to your liking?"
Seeing that she was in a bad mood, Qiao Yuliang took the initiative to ask her, saying that as a good brother, he loved his younger sister the most.
Qiao Yujiao came back to her senses and said, "No, I'm fine. Thank you for your concern, big brother. You're studying at the Imperial College, so please take care of yourself. Studying is important, but your health is more important."
Qiao Yuliang entered the Imperial College, which was equivalent to the national academy. All the students were sons of noble officials in the capital, and even princes and princesses came to study there. One could not enter the Imperial College without a certain status.
Even he, the son of a marquis, was only studying in an ordinary D-level class.
The Imperial College has clear levels, with Class A being the best, and only the princes and sons of third-rank officials of the court can enter. Otherwise, they are very good at studying and have outstanding talents, so the masters make an exception to recruit them.
The subsequent classes B, C, and D were assigned according to family background and education. Qiao Yuliang was able to enter class D because of his family background.
It's not mainly about studying, but about making connections.
Marquis Jinghai was also there. He had a handsome appearance and was different from other noble ministers. He came from a family of military generals, and all the members of his family had practiced martial arts since childhood.
The old Marquis Jinghai has a unique vision. Nowadays, scholars are more popular. Military generals have no future. They work hard and are looked down upon by civil officials. It is better to let the children follow the path of civil officials as early as possible and cultivate them to study and become talents.
Marquis Jinghai had some literary talent. When he was young, he passed the imperial examination and became a scholar. However, he was no longer successful and remained at that level for the rest of his life.
When it came to the next generation, he also made great efforts to encourage his children to study, but he did not have any talented offspring. Neither legitimate sons nor illegitimate sons were qualified, so he could only let the eldest legitimate son enter the Imperial College.
Marquis Jinghai likes Qiao Yujiao because she is good at writing poetry. A talented daughter can also bring help to the family, so he loves her even more.
"Jiaojiao looks bad now that she's back, but did you run into any trouble when you were out? Don't be afraid. We in the Jinghai Marquisate don't cause trouble, but we're not afraid of it either. If anyone bullies you, your father will help you vent your anger."
Qiao Yujiao's eyes lit up and she wanted to tell what happened, but was interrupted by her concubine, Aunt Jiang.
She served soup to the master and served dishes to everyone. Her seat was at the back and she was not originally qualified to sit at the table. However, because she gave birth to a little prince, Marquis Jinghai specially allowed her to sit at the table for meals.
This was a great favor, but in Qiao Yujiao's opinion, it would be better for her to eat in her room. She had to serve the whole family and could not even get a few bites of hot food.
But Aunt Jiang was happy to do it, as she could make her presence felt in front of the master. The master would remember them and their mother, and would give them a larger share of the family property when the family business was divided in the future, so that their lives would be better.
Aunt Jiang said, "Master, you are worrying too much. The Second Young Miss is so smart, sensible, kind and well-behaved. The security in the capital has always been very good. Who would be willing to bully her?
Second Miss, don't you agree? "
Before Qiao Yujiao could say anything, Madam Wu threw down her chopsticks and sneered, "How dare you interrupt the master when he's speaking?
Is the Second Miss okay? Is it necessary for you to pretend to care about her? My dear mother is not dead yet, should I give you my place?
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