bullyxtreme Chapter 136 That Dog Zhu Yuanzhang
Chapter 136 That Dog Zhu Yuanzhang
"You little rascal, playing these tricks on us, you've probably been planning to show off your treasures to us for a long time."
Zhu Yuanzhang groaned, his previous pleasant mood vanishing instantly. His expression was more unpredictable than the sweltering heat of summer, more feminine than a woman's, leaving Ma Wenxiang utterly dumbfounded.
They treat people like servants, using them when they need them and discarding them when they don't. They haven't even finished using them yet, and they're already turning their backs on us.
Indeed, the name "pig" and "old dog" are well-deserved.
However, it's good that they've left. It would be best if they never came to my Kunning Palace again. I'd be happy to accept that.
Ma Wenxiang said inwardly, his anger simmering.
"Father is still very happy. Mother, please rest well and come to pay your respects later."
Zhu Yuanzhang stormed off, but Zhu Biao remained as polite as ever. It was this form of address that left Ma Wenxiang completely baffled.
However, recalling Zhu Yuanzhang's previous instructions, he silently nodded, taking it as the other party simply complying with the palace's regulations.
Even after the two men left, Ma Wenxiang's "ordeal" was still not over.
The outside world is over, but the things happening inside the house seem to have only just begun.
So when Ma Wenxiang returned to Kunning Palace and entered the sleeping quarters, before he could do anything, his family put on an interrogation-like show, as if if Ma Wenxiang didn't explain the situation today, every single one of his wives would definitely make his life miserable.
"What's going on?"
Aren't you going to talk about it? Future Professor Ma, future Bachelor Ma.
Su Qing'er stood with her hands on her hips, her cheeks puffed out, and her face expressionless, looking quite intimidating.
In reality, in Ma Wenxiang's eyes, a little girl is just a little girl, a brat is just a brat. She's been used as a tool so many times, and now she's being used as a tool again. She deserves it.
This little girl is a concubine, meaning that suddenly there's another girl from the Ma family. Otherwise, she would have been the concubine all by herself, and there's no one to accompany her. She's truly pitiful.
At this moment, even if Ma Wenxiang could fool Su Qing'er in front of him, he would definitely not be able to fool Sun Miaoran next to him.
So she spoke the truth: "Of course it's thanks to my amazing wisdom. Otherwise, why don't other talented people speak up when there's such a good method?"
I'm determined to let your husband get the better deal.
What, do you have so little faith in your husband?
Even if the previous snowflake salt incident wasn't enough to prove anything, it should still be considered a very good supplement.
Furthermore, since when have wives, both concubines, dared to speak to their husbands like that? It's utterly outrageous!
With a loud slam, Ma Wenxiang stood up abruptly, his face fierce and his expression slightly grim. He actually looked quite like an empress, which frightened the two little girls in front of him.
……
On the main street of the capital, a light rain falls as soft as butter; the grass appears green from afar but is barely visible up close.
Inside the Ma family's residence, spring rain fell in drizzle, followed by the sound of it tapping on the broken tiles of the roof, a sound that was quite pleasant to the ear.
Ma Xiulin walked out of the house and looked into the distance.
This was the final exam of the spring imperial examination. Although there was still nearly a month to go, he couldn't help but feel a bit of anxiety and bitterness.
I wonder if, with my talent, I might achieve something in this final imperial examination?
As Ma Xiulin pondered this, his gaze involuntarily drifted toward the side courtyard where Ma Xiuying was.
Up to now.
The family members naturally moved out to live separately, and the previous close-knit family care was no longer available.
On the one hand, this mansion is almost the same as the Duke's mansion, with a three-entrance, three-exit layout, and even larger, covering an area of two acres.
The remaining courtyards could neither be rented out nor left empty, so this was the only arrangement.
Not to mention Ma Xiuying, his second wife Wang Shiyao, and even Old Master Ma, they all occupied their own courtyards, which clearly shows the current prosperity of the Ma family.
Even Ma Xiulin now has a pageboy by his side, a situation that would have been impossible before.
The steward had originally planned to prepare two rough-working old women and a pretty maid for him, but before he could do so, the mistress of the house stopped him and also set the rules for the mansion.
At least before Ma Xiulin passed the imperial examination and became a scholar, he would definitely abstain from women.
After passing the imperial examinations, one should naturally wait until after passing the examinations to discuss other matters, at least until then.
He has absolutely no chance whatsoever.
"What? Still envious now?"
Wang Shiyao arrived unnoticed, a faint smile on her face.
"How could this be?"
Ma Xiulin shook her head vigorously, like a rattle-drum, and quickly explained, "I was just thinking that Your Majesty should not be wronged living in our house like this."
Otherwise, if the Empress were to blame us, it would be far beyond what our small Ma family could bear.
"I wonder what extraordinary thing that brat Wenxiang has done these past few days; otherwise, I could at least lend a hand."
When this matter was brought up, even Wang Shiyao was speechless for a moment, completely at a loss for what to do.
Ultimately, matters of the palace and the court are simply beyond the reach of the current Ma family.
Even with all of Old Master Ma's bravery, there was absolutely no use for him under the emperor's nose.
In the nearby martial arts schools, there are many who are more skilled and capable than him.
Within Kyoto.
The Ma family's identity is their true foundation; everything else is merely superficial and cannot possibly catch the eye of the real emperors and high-ranking officials. They are two completely different things.
Inside the courtyard, Ma Xiuying was continuing to refine the regulations she had drafted for the military academy.
As the night drew to a close, Mao Xiang appeared and naturally handed over the transcribed folded document from the palace, allowing the current empress to feast her eyes on it and thus better appreciate Ma Wenxiang's talent.
The more Ma Xiuying looked at the plan in her hand, the more joyful she felt.
If things continue like this, perhaps a truly capable advisor will emerge.
It wasn't just Zhu Yuanzhang's generation; even her own son might be able to contribute in some way, which naturally made her, as a mother, extremely happy.
"You brat, as expected, Heaven does have some sense of reason; it certainly wouldn't send just any ordinary person."
Otherwise, wouldn't the entire world, the Ming Dynasty, and its people truly become a joke?
Undoubtedly, Ma Xiuying was in a very good mood tonight.
She chuckled softly, her words carrying a wealth of meaning.