Ma Jiamen: I was forced to fight for supremacy

On the second day of the second month, at Longtaitou, the mansion of the Marquis of Qingshui was decorated with lanterns and colorful lights, and the head of the family, Ma Botong, personally took charge of the celebration of the success of his retainer, Ma Sanxiao, in the imperial examination.

The bride was originally Shuang'er, the personal maid of Zhao Yuehua, the sixth princess of Daliang and the wife of Ma Botong.

After Ma Botong and Princess Yuehua discussed it, they betrothed Shuang'er to Ma San. The two followed the master's wishes and got married with the child.

Princess Yuehua gave Shuang'er the surname Zhao, and for a maid raised in the deep palace, it was a great blessing.

In the mansion of Marquis Qingshui, Ma Da and Ma Er helped Ma San put on his wedding clothes. Ma San was laughing like a fool, and his two brothers were afraid that their three brothers would become stupid with joy.

Ma Liu and Ma Qi were busy at the door receiving guests and performing formalities.

The other servants of the Ma family were busy preparing wine and food and arranging seating.

The one with the most leisure time was Ma Shisan, who had been hit in the face by a rock during a battle and had never smiled since then.

On this happy day, no one wanted to see his dead face, and he was happy to be free, so he went to the martial arts training ground in the backyard to drink.

Princess Yuehua personally arranged the wedding clothes for Shuang'er and put on the phoenix crown and bridal bridal robe.

Yuehua teased, "My Shuang'er is such a beauty. It's such a good deal for that rough guy, the third brother."

Hearing Princess Yuehua's teasing, Shuang'er couldn't help but burst into tears. "Princess, can Shuang'er no longer serve you?"

Seeing Shuang'er crying, Yuehua took out a handkerchief and gently wiped away Shuang'er's tears.

"Why are you crying? Ma San is a real man, and you've been in love with him for a long time.

Besides, you will still live in the Qingshui Marquis Mansion in the future. If you miss me, you can come and see me anytime."

The more Princess Yuehua tried to persuade her, the more Shuang'er couldn't stop crying. "Princess, Shuang'er is getting married, and she's no longer by your side..."

Princess Yuehua was also a little sad. Her personal maid had grown up with her. Although they were master and servant, their sisterly love could not be faked. She sobbed softly.

"Okay, okay, it's a happy day, be happy."

Along with Weizhou Governor Wu Yichao, Linqing County Magistrate Zhang Qi, Linqing Governor Li Pei, Qingshui City Governor Qu Lei, and other high-ranking officials took their seats.

Ma Si sang loudly that the auspicious time had arrived, and Ma San and Zhao Shuang'er worshipped heaven and earth.

Ma San was originally a barbarian living in the far north. He drifted to Daliang when he was young and was an orphan.

Zhao Shuang'er entered the palace at a young age and had no idea where her parents were. Ma Botong, the head of the Ma family, and his wife, Princess Yuehua, sat in the upper seats.

As Ma Si spoke, he glanced at Zhao Shuang'er who was wearing a wedding dress. Ma San, who had been so fearless on the battlefield, was like a fool at this moment, not knowing where to put his hands.

Ma Da and Ma Er, as the only two of the thirteen retainers who had experience in marrying, kept quietly reminding Ma San what to do and scolded this disappointing brother from time to time.

The eldest and second brothers looked anxious, and the other brothers couldn't help but laugh.

"Big brother, second brother, please stop scolding our third brother. When you two got married, you were just like our third brother now."

——The Qingshui Marquis Mansion covers an area of 260 acres. Princess Yuehua specifically ordered that a two-entry courtyard be separated for Ma San and Yuehua.

Ma San, who had spent half his life in the military, now owned a house and married a beautiful wife. He became the envy of his brothers except Ma Da and Ma Er.

However, when the brothers saw Ma San's silly look, they were really worried about his sister-in-law.

If Third Brother is so happy that he becomes stupid, Third Sister-in-law will suffer in the future...

At the Qingshui Marquis's Mansion, the banquet was over, and Ma Botong chatted and laughed with the governor, county magistrate, city lord and other high-ranking officials.

The marriage of the Ma family's retainer and maid was such that a group of high-ranking officials came in person to congratulate them, which shows how great the influence of the Ma family is in the entire Dongshan Road.

In the inner hall, Princess Yuehua entertained the wives and daughters of high-ranking officials.

Princess Yuehua married into the Ma family at the age of sixteen. She sacrificed her right to choose her spouse to maintain the interests of the royal family.

Every world seems to be the same. For women in the royal family, there is always helplessness behind the glamour.

However, Yuehua was lucky. Although Ma Botong was a fierce general in the army, he was also well-versed in literature. He was flattered that Princess Yuehua would marry him, and he treated Yuehua with great care.

Princess Yuehua, now seated at the head of the Ma family's inner hall, still retained her royal nobility. At only twenty-seven years old, she had already given birth to two sons, and her appearance was becoming increasingly beautiful.

Princess Yuehua chatted with the ladies present, asking about the news of Dongshan Road and the capital of Liang State intentionally or unintentionally.

In the bridal chamber, Ma San finally managed to send away the brothers who had come to cause trouble. He stood nervously by the bed, staring blankly at Zhao Shuang'er, who was covered with a red veil.

Ma San stood there nervously for almost half an hour. He used to be able to argue with Ma Si, but now he suddenly became a mute.

Finally, the awkward silence was broken by the cry of a baby.

Zhao Shuang'er took off her veil, ran to the cradle, changed the baby's diaper, picked up the baby and rocked him slowly.

"Be good, Tiger. Go to sleep."

Ma San looked at the scene in front of him and felt as sweet as if he had drunk honey.

"I've been on the brink of death for over a decade, and faced the line between life and death countless times. I never thought I, Ma San, would have a wife and children and a warm bed to live in."

After a while, Princess Yuehua came and took the child away, and did not forget to teach the child a lesson before leaving.

"Third brother, don't just stand there and laugh like an idiot on your wedding night."

Ma San grinned uncontrollably as he answered.

“Yes, yes, yes…”

Yuehua carried the child into the inner hall, and a group of ladies surrounded her.

"This is the child born to your maid. He is so handsome."

"Look at this chubby boy. When he grows up, I wonder how many girls he will charm."

"Look, he's still smiling at me."

. . . .

——Ma San in the bridal chamber was still standing there grinning foolishly, but Zhao Shuang'er couldn't wait any longer.

He raised his foot and gave Ma San a kick. "Have you had enough fun?"

"No~"

Zhao Shuang'er was speechless, thinking, "What a fool."

She stood opposite Ma San and spoke.

"Ma San, I, Zhao Shuang'er, will be yours from now on. The master has also given the child a name..."

As she spoke, Zhao Shuang'er took off Ma San's wedding gown.

Looking at the bronze skin in front of her, and the dozens of scars of varying sizes on her chest, shoulders, and arms, she stroked these scars with trembling hands, and asked with heartache:

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt now." Ma San finally found the opportunity to speak.

"I remember the first time I went to the battlefield with the old marquis at the age of fourteen. I saw that the enemy general's armor was so beautiful. I wanted to take it off and put it on myself, but I didn't expect that the guy would hit me with a mace and I was knocked away.

That time, the pain was so intense, my chest felt like it was going to explode. I felt like I was going to die from the pain, but it was Martha who pulled me out of the pile of dead bodies.

After that, I didn’t feel any pain when I was injured again. Only after the battle, when I saw my wounds, did I feel the pain.

Later, when attacking Chang'an City in Guanzhong, the old marquis was shot by a crossbow.

We climbed up to the top of the city wall like crazy, determined to kill those guys with crossbows and avenge the old marquis.

Ma San was mumbling to himself without any meaning, and Zhao Shuang'er was listening quietly, with tears sliding down her chin without her knowing when.

Zhao Shuang'er hugged Ma San's arms and cried.

"It's hard on you."