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

Chapter 1485

Ma Liyang went to Bixia Pass and would have to wait two days to come back.

But the gentle lady came to the general's mansion and was ready to enter.

Mrs. Ma has already heard her youngest son Ma Chuyang's account of the whole incident and is now furious.

First, she was angry that her husband had made a mistake in his words and had agreed not to allow concubines and illegitimate children to enter the capital; second, she was angry that her husband disagreed with sending concubines and illegitimate children back to their hometown, and she and those blood-sucking worms were adding fuel to the fire.

A while ago, after Mrs. Ma returned to Beijing, she had a big quarrel with Ma Liyang and blurted out the words "divorce" and left the house.

At that time, Ma Liyang was probably a little bit arrogant, saying that he was valued by Emperor Mingde and would be promoted sooner or later. It would not be impossible for him to ask for a title of lady of honor for her.

If she divorces, she will be the one who loses. Her title of "Mrs. Ma" is of great value and is not a title that can be thrown away casually.

This touched Mrs. Ma's heart. Isn't this the only thing she hopes for?

Hasn't she endured half her life, just waiting for her husband and son to earn her a few more respectable titles?

Otherwise he would have run away long ago. Why are we still arguing here?

Ma Liyang joked again, "Are you willing to give up all this glory to others for nothing? As soon as you divorce me, I can make my concubine my legal wife right after you do. Do you believe it?"

Madam Ma believed it, so she was caught and was very unhappy.

Isn't this just knocking on the door?

Madam Ma ordered the housekeeper, "Go and call the eldest young master back, and tell him that something big has happened at home and we need his support."

The housekeeper received the order and went to Dongyuwei to find Ma Chuyi to report, "Master, please come home quickly. Madam needs your support. The master's concubines have come to the door."

Ma Chuyi no longer had the mind to deal with official business. He threw away the map in his hand, selected a few Dongyu guards, and led them back home.

Of course you need to bring more people to support you. Whether they fight or not is another matter. This is all about appearance.

When Ma Chuyi arrived, wow, the gate of the general's mansion was already surrounded by people.

His strong mother doesn't need him to show off, she has her own show.

But Mrs. Ma was seen sitting in an exquisite nanmu chair on the steps of the general's mansion, looking dignified and noble, with a bright gaze, and she had the heroic demeanor of a general's wife.

Behind her stood a group of old, weak, sick and disabled people, but they all had fierce eyes and fierce faces.

These people were all wounded soldiers who had retreated from the battlefield. Madam Ma picked some homeless people and raised them as palace guards.

Even if they were injured or disabled, they still exuded the murderous intent and fierceness of the battlefield.

The wounded soldiers were also the mentors of Ma Chuyang and Tang Xinghe. They taught them archery, martial arts, and wrestling, and sometimes served as sparring partners.

Otherwise, if Tang and Ma had no foundation, it would be impossible for them to grow quickly under Cen Yuan's guidance.

In other words, Tang Xinghe's top spot and Ma Chuyang's third place were all thanks to these wounded soldiers.

The guards in the Wounded Soldiers' Mansion also knew that Mrs. Ma had a difficult life, and having lived in the General's Mansion for many years, they had some understanding of the Ma family.

Everyone knew that the money to support them was actually paid by Madam Ma herself. General Ma's salary was not enough.

At this time, standing next to Mrs. Ma was the handsome young man Ma Chuyang.

The gentle woman then realized that the person who stepped on and broke her son's leg was actually her husband's legitimate son.

She was suddenly filled with sorrow, her eyes were red, and she stepped forward with a forbearing look and bowed, "My concubine greets the mistress."