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

Chapter 857

Cen Yuan came out of the Imperial Examination Hall and watched Shi Anxia's carriage go away before approaching Ma Chuyi and saying, "If you want to educate people, it's very simple. How about coming to my Yunqi Academy to be a teacher?"

Ma Chuyi answered without hesitation, "Okay, you teach me and I teach my son, that's fine too!"

"Deal!" With just a few words, Cen Yuan got a good teacher. He was in a good mood. "Now is the best day. Come with me back to the academy to see the venue and the place where you usually rest."

Ma Chuyi raised his eyebrows, "So the Prince Consort has already been plotting against me?"

"Of course." Cen Yuan smiled, "I'm too busy to take care of those little monkeys."

The two of them got into the carriage, chatting and laughing.

Ma Chuyi thought of his little monkey, "You just said that Ma Xiaomei added her own drama? What do you mean?"

Cen Yuan said, "He didn't have time to shine on the shooting range the day before yesterday. Tang Xinghe fired five arrows at once, so he couldn't fire four arrows. He was holding back. So he planned to..."

"Wait." Ma Chuyi asked in surprise, "You said my brother can't shoot four arrows at once, does that mean he can shoot four arrows at once?"

"You care too little about your brother." Cen Yuan smiled faintly, "He knows so many things. The emperor asked Tang Xinghe if he was willing to go to the battle that day, and your brother was so envious..."

Ma Chuyang and Tang Xinghe are inseparable. Seeing that his friend has become famous, he is eager to let Emperor Mingde question him.

The lyrics were even designed: Spring wind blows north, horses neigh and hurry. This lyrics was thought up by Zhao Yunqi, just waiting for today's battle.

But in this battle, Ma Chuyang was beaten too badly by Liu Wu, and the effect was not achieved. So Liu Wu wanted to try again, and Ma Chuyang went with the flow. He just wanted to fight a fair battle so that Emperor Mingde could see clearly that in addition to the Xinghe, there was also Jiaoyang in the North Wing.

But the emperor still didn't ask, and he got anxious. The emperor didn't ask, so he asked himself, and that scene happened.

Ma Chuyi listened to Cen Yuan's story and suddenly smiled, "This shamelessness... I can't even compare to him."

"This is the best look of a spoiled rich and powerful child."

The two of them went to Yunqi Academy, walked around, and after everything was done, Ma Chuyi returned to Dongyuwei to report.

Hong Que came to report to Cen Yuan, "Young Master, the Young Master's wife and the old lady are waiting for you to have dinner in Yu Sheng Pavilion."

Cen Yuan then realized that it was getting dark. Just as she was about to say "I'll go back right away" she saw Long Jiang coming.

It turned out that Emperor Mingde summoned the son-in-law to meet him.

Cen Yuan had no choice but to rush back to the palace, pay her respects, and when she saw that everyone else had retreated outside the palace, she complained, "What's the hurry? I'm busy."

"Good thing!" Emperor Mingde smiled and pointed to a chair beside him, "Sit down. You look reluctant."

Cen Yuan lowered his eyes and sat down, "I haven't had dinner yet."

"Then I'll have someone serve the meal?" It had been many years since Emperor Mingde heard anyone speak to him so easily.

Even when Cen Yuan was joking with him earlier, he kept a certain degree of control. Unlike now, it was like the attitude of a spoiled son talking to his father in an ordinary family, which made people feel very comfortable.

His son-in-law really treats him as his father!

Cen Yuan refused with a look of refusal, "No. If you have something to say, just say it. I have to hurry home to eat. My wife..." He paused, raised his head and curled the corners of his lips, and said mischievously, "and my wife's mothers are waiting for me to go home for dinner."

Emperor Mingde: “…” There’s no need to go into such detail.

Cen Yuan retorted to Emperor Mingde, and felt relieved. "What's the matter that's so urgent?"

"It's not a big deal." Emperor Mingde said, "I just suddenly thought that we could set up a new department to manage the Yijing Weekly, independent of the six ministries. How about you be the minister?"

Cen Yuan raised her eyes and looked at Emperor Mingde calmly, "You're still saying that you're attracted by my movable type printing?"

Emperor Mingde cleared his throat and didn't dare to look Cen Yuan in the eye. "Don't be so polite! You are my son-in-law, we are one family! You will have to hand over the movable type printing technology sooner or later, right?"