Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1452

Ma Chuyi didn't think too much about it. "My father is the main force of the court's 'Qingchen' plan, and he is valued by the emperor. The emperor intends to have him stay in Beijing to guard Bixia Pass outside the capital, so he will probably leave soon."

Madam Ma said leisurely, "If your father is stationed to guard Bixia Pass, then mother and son will have to follow him. This way we will be much closer to the capital, and who knows what kind of trouble it will cause. Why not..."

Ma Chuyang smiled and said, "Send her back to her hometown to keep her grandparents company."

Madam Ma nodded, "My son is smart. I won't bully people. There are many people who want to control them. In recent years, people from all sides have lived too comfortably. Why not put them together?"

She had originally planned to spend a few more days in Jiangcheng, meet Mingzhao more often, and develop some feelings for him. But now she was no longer in the mood, and she had to return to Beijing as soon as possible to make this happen.

Before Mrs. Ma left, Ming Zhao did not avoid suspicion and hurriedly bought a lot of Jiangcheng specialties to see her off.

The more Madam Ma looked at Ming Zhao, the happier she became. She held her hand and said, "I don't have a daughter. When you marry me, I will treat you like my own daughter. We will get along well."

Ming Zhao originally thought that the wives of powerful and noble families were all high and mighty, but she didn't expect that she had really found a treasure. She had traveled far and wide, met countless people, and naturally knew whether Madam Ma was sincere or not.

Mrs. Ma was reluctant to let Mingzhao go, so she took off a fine jade bracelet and put it on Mingzhao's hand.

After Ming Zhao declined once or twice, he put it on generously and sent Madam Ma several miles out of Jiangcheng before waving goodbye.

Seeing this, Ma Chuyi inexplicably felt a sense of sighing, “A year is too long,” let alone three years?

I don’t know what Mr. Chu Sheng was thinking, but he actually wrote a poem called “Three Years is the Time it Takes for a Flower to Bloom” and published it in Yijing Weekly.

When his younger brother Ma Chuyang brought the newspaper over, Ma Chuyi thought that this "Mr. Chu Sheng" had a problem in his brain after reading it. Whose flowers need to bloom for three years?

It was not only Ma Chuyi who thought Mr. Chu Sheng had a mental problem. A large number of literary masters who were good at poetry also wrote articles to criticize Mr. Chu Sheng.

They think that Mr. Chu Sheng's poem is a hodgepodge, neither like poetry nor like prose, and is simply an insult to society.

What makes me most angry is that this kind of thing is published in Yijing Weekly. Is this going to lead all readers astray?

But there was a group of scholars who were led astray and began to imitate this style of poetry, feeling a sense of spiritual liberation.

Five-character and seven-character poems are good, but what's wrong with having a new type of poetry that breaks the rules of old poetry?

The letting a hundred flowers bloom is the sign of progress.

The literati were in an uproar, with some attacking Mr. Chu Sheng and others defending him.

In short, Mr. Chu Sheng became famous, even more famous than the talented Shi Yunqi.

Everyone is wondering who Mr. Chu Sheng is. No one knows.

Those who are in the know are very secretive, such as Emperor Mingde, Huang Xingyue, and Lu Sangyu.

Mr. Chu Sheng, who was thousands of miles away, had no idea that he had been pushed to the forefront in the capital and would become the first person to create a new style of poetry.

She was humbly asking her son-in-law for advice, "Yuan'er, besides the song 'Quietly I leave, just as quietly I came', are there any other songs? Please recite a few more for me to learn!"

Cen Yuan laughed in silence, "Mother, this is not my strong point. It's good enough that I can remember one or two poems. Just think about it and write more."

Shi Anxia also encouraged her, "Mom, you write very well, I love reading it."