Ma Jiamen: I was forced to fight for supremacy

The woman in front of him was his mother. 'I have to say, my mother is really beautiful. When she was young, she was a maid to the princess. I don't know how my father managed to win her over.'

Zhao Shuang'er said with a smile on her face when she saw her son coming back.

"Hurry up and wash your hands. Princess Yuehua sent some cured meat and cured fish. They're a reward from the palace."

Soon, Ma San, Ma Zhan and Zhao Shuang'er sat under the grape trellis to eat lunch.

Maybe it’s because of the spiritual energy, but since Ma Zhan traveled through time, he feels that the food in this world is particularly delicious, all natural and pollution-free.

Ma Zhan's appetite alone was greater than his parents' combined. Seeing their son working hard to eat, the couple kept smiling, and this was the case almost every day.

Ma Zhan was also proud in his heart. It seemed that his existence was still meaningful. At least it made his father and mother happy.

Halfway through the meal, the private school teacher came. Ma Zhan said to himself, "Oh no! Why did this seventh uncle come to find the parents?"

Ma Qi's face darkened as he took a stool and sat down. Zhao Shuang'er served him a bowl of rice, but Ma Qi spoke without touching his chopsticks.

"Third brother, stop being silly and look at your son's masterpiece."

Ma Qi took out a dozen pieces of rice paper from his pocket and handed them to Ma San. Ma San flipped through them and continued to smile.

"It's really well written, but I can't read."

Ma Zhan almost spit out his food, and Ma Qi's face became even darker.

Zhao Shuang'er rolled her eyes at Ma San, snatched the rice paper, and her eyes instantly widened like bells.

When Ma Zhan goes to school, he just sits there and draws to pass the time.

A black cat holding a gun, a mouse flying a plane...

Zhao Shuang'er's face gradually turned dark as she looked at the pile of unfamiliar things.

Then, Ma Qi's voice came when he saw several pages of "Qingshui Fu" with neat handwriting.

"That's what this guy asked Ma Sheng and Ma Qing'er to help him write."

"Bang~" Zhao Shuang'er slapped the paper on the table and said

"Huzi, go find your wife to be punished."

Ma Zhan knew that he had to go to Laoshan to cut trees again, so he flattered Shuang'er.

"Hey, Mom, can you please finish eating before going?"

"Eat, eat, eat, all you do is eat. Just like your father."

Ma San, who was grinning foolishly, suddenly froze in embarrassment. "It's true that people eat at home, but the pot comes from the sky."

Ma Zhan knew that his mother was a kind-hearted person, but she was angry at the moment, so Ma Zhan wisely chose to keep quiet and eat more.

After eating two more bowls, Ma Zhan stood up and said.

"Dad, Mom, Uncle Seven, I'm leaving."

There was something about his words that suggested that he was a hero who would never return.

The three of them didn't even raise their heads. Ma Zhan being punished was already a common occurrence. Seeing Ma Zhan's pretending, the three of them wanted to laugh.

——In the main room of the Qingshui Marquis' Mansion. Ma Botong and Princess Yuehua had just finished lunch. Princess Yuehua was demonstrating tea art to her husband, speaking as she brewed tea.

"On the merchant ship from the Qin family in the south, there was a headmaster with his daughter. That girl was truly stunningly beautiful.

When she came to visit the Marquis's Mansion, she gave me this tea set."

Ma Botong, who was in casual clothes, said,

"Tang Kingdom—hundreds of ethnic groups live together on the same land. The laws of Southern Tang are truly well-organized."

Princess Yuehua chuckled and responded, "Yes, the Tang people are open-minded. There are many female shopkeepers and female family heads, and there are also quite a few female officials."

Ma Botong drank a cup of Zhengshan Yinzhen handed to him by Princess Yuehua, put down the teacup, savored it for a while, and said slowly.

"The Tang Kingdom has become increasingly troublesome in recent years. They have reformed their military system, with more and more mercenaries and increasingly powerful combat capabilities.

"The Night Warriors that Old Thirteen led met a female general from the Tang Dynasty while traveling south, and they almost died there."

When Yuehua heard her husband talking about marching and fighting, she sighed.

"My little He'er has been in the south for half a year. I don't know if he eats well or sleeps well in the military camp.

That child is very picky about sleeping. I don’t know what you, an old man, are thinking to be so cruel.

Xiao He'er is only sixteen years old, and you're sending him to the White Ape Army as a soldier."

Ma Botong was blamed by his wife and smiled.

"Songhe has grown up, and his skills with the Youlong Spear are quite tricky. He needs two years of training in the military camp, and only then will our Ma family be able to bring honor to its name."

It would have been fine if Ma Botong didn't explain, but after he did, Princess Yuehua became even angrier.

"The ones who keep talking are you, the Ma family. Dajiang'er went to the Imperial College to worship the Jijiu as his teacher, and Xiaohe'er was sent to the White Ape Army. They said that killing on the battlefield would help cultivate the spear spirit.

Now that my two sons are not around, I can’t even find someone to care for me.”

The couple occasionally bickered, which was what a family should be like. Ma Botong was also very happy and laughed happily, and hurriedly apologized to his wife.

"Oh, Madam, isn't Huzi still at home? This kid is so stupid and dull, and it's enough for you to worry about him."

As soon as Ma Bo finished talking, Ma Huzi pushed the door open and walked in.

"Yes, ma'am, I can tell you're unhappy. I'm here to keep you company and entertain you."

When Princess Yuehua saw Ma Zhan coming, she stood up and hugged Ma Zhan in her arms, which made Ma Zhan embarrassed.

Ma Zhan was thinking at this moment, 'Princess Yuehua is good in every way except that she hugs me all the time.

Don't you know how majestic your chest is? You are testing the ethics of a senior pervert like me.

A beautiful and plump young woman would hug him at every turn, and hug him so hard. Even though Ma Zhan was only ten years old, he couldn't control his physiological reaction.

Ma Zhan was a little breathless and whimpered twice: "Husband, Madam."

Princess Yuehua realized her own gaffe, let go of Ma Zhan, sat back in her seat, and spoke.

"Huzi, what trouble have you gotten yourself into again?"

Ever since Ma Zhan regained consciousness, he knew that Princess Yuehua was particularly kind to him. In the Ma family, it was Yuehua who basically disciplined him, sometimes gently, sometimes harshly.

Before the age of five, it was common for him to sleep with his arms around himself.

Ma Zhan was in great pain to have such a noble lady give him so many benefits.

Yuehua is the elder. He has always adhered to the most basic concepts of human ethics and has forced himself to dispel his evil thoughts countless times.

The guy that Ma Zhan traveled through was a chubby-looking guy who was very popular. He was hugged and kissed by countless ladies.

Sadly, Ma Zhan, who was only two or three years old, was really powerless, and this benefit turned into a torture.

Until Ma Zhan was six years old, the benefits were too much for him to digest, and he might have been played around by the ladies and young ladies in Qingshui City.

For several days, my nose bled uncontrollably and my fever wouldn't go away. I'd consulted everyone in Qingshui City, but there was no solution.

Ma Zhan also secretly felt sorry for this body. A six-year-old body really couldn't bear it.

When the entire Qingshui Marquis' Mansion was in a panic, a white-haired old man came to the palace and said he was there to announce the reward.

Ma Zhan does not discriminate against eunuchs psychologically. This is a product of any king's enthronement.

But she was afraid that the eunuchs would find out that her illness was caused by her little brother.

If he were brought to the palace to be a eunuch, Ma Zhan would rather die.