Ma Jiamen: I was forced to fight for supremacy

Ma Zhan put down his wine glass and continued to test the waters.

"It is widely known in Daliang that the rivalry between the Jin Wang faction and the Xiang Wang faction is becoming increasingly intense, even reaching the point of irreconcilable hostility.

My Ma family is the backbone of the Kangwang Party, so you didn't just come here for a drink."

Zhao Hui continued to wave his paper fan calmly.

"These are matters that my father and brother have to worry about, and they have nothing to do with me.

Even if there are party disputes, is it not allowed for you and me to drink together?"

"That's true..."

Ma Zhan pondered for a moment, his brain working rapidly.

'The King of Jin and the King of Xiang were fighting for the throne, and the outcome was either the King of Jin winning or the King of Xiang winning.

If King Xiang wins, King Jin's forces will be liquidated, but Zhao Hui should not be included in the liquidation.

Ma Zhan could see it from Ma Botong's correspondence.

Prince Xiang still has no son. If Prince Xiang becomes the emperor but still has no son, then he can only choose from among his many nephews.

At that time, there will be a new party struggle.

The Ma family will also take sides again.

Of course, the current Prince of Jin has no chance of ascending the throne again, but Zhao Hui can.

Even though he was the son of King Jin, he had the possibility of ascending the throne.

Then, he had to have his own supporters. At that time, among all the officials in the court, the Qingshui Ma family had the most influence.

If the Prince of Jin ascends to the throne as a result of the party struggle, Zhao Hui will be the prince, and the Ma family will be the target of liquidation.

The Ma family has military merits for generations and has great influence in the military.

In addition to Princess Yuehua's identity, the Ma family will become the object of competition among many princes.

At that time, Zhao Hui will try his best to protect the Ma family, bring them under his command, and make them a great help in his fight for the throne.

No matter how the political situation changes, Zhao Hui will spare no effort to win over the Ma family.

Unless he can find better supporters, such as the Guanlong Lu family, Wang family, Dou family, etc.

There is no eternal dynasty, only eternal family.

This has been the case for thousands of years in the past, and this world is no exception.

Ma Zhan filled up the two glasses again and raised his glass.

"You're pretty tired too."

Ma Zhan's words, which sounded like both comfort and ridicule, touched Zhao Hui's heart.

Since ancient times, the imperial family has been the most ruthless.

Zhao Hui had thought of the possibilities that Ma Zhan had just thought of countless times.

There are many possible outcomes for Zhao Hui's future, and ascending the throne is probably the one with the lowest probability.

Zhao Hui seemed to understand Ma Zhan's thoughts. After clinking glasses with Ma Zhan, he drank it all in one gulp.

He looked at the empty wine glass, which was then filled with wine again, and then he looked up at the child in front of him who was much younger than him.

'I'm tired too, and this is the only person I say this to myself.'

"Brother Ma Zhan, can you explain why you look at me like that?"

Ma Zhan waved his hand and said, “There are some things that everyone understands. People with higher positions often don’t care about right or wrong when doing things. What’s more important is profit.

For example, if you invite me to drink, it is definitely not just to make friends with me.

Maybe it's because of my petty mindset, but you act so humbly towards a retainer's son like me, which just shows that you have a bigger plan."

Ma Zhan's words were very rude and contained very obvious hints.

Zhao Hui was caught off guard, his fingers stroking the handle of the fan.

"Since you're so straightforward, it saves a lot of trouble."

"Brother Ma Zhan, I'm after the biggest one. Could you please enlighten me?"

What Zhao Hui didn't expect was that the slight bit of luck in his heart would be told to the young man in front of him.

Ma Zhan looked at Zhao Hui with admiration. He could tell himself that this was a beheading idea.

'This guy is either stupid or very courageous.

Obviously, he is not a fool.'

"I can only say that your plan is difficult because there are too many uncontrollable factors.

The old lion is about to die, and two strong lions are fighting for the throne.

By the time the young lion takes power, perhaps twenty or thirty years have passed.

Who can guarantee that there will be no accidents in the next few decades?

There are also forces such as tigers and wolves, all eyeing this chair.

Not only that, lions from other grasslands are also eyeing this territory with abundant grass and water.

Even if everything goes well, don't forget that you are not big among young lions.

Even if there is a one in ten thousand chance of success, I can only say that your plan is wrong.

Ninety-nine percent depends on fate, and one percent depends on people."

Zhao Hui frowned deeply, he understood this principle very well.

The inner unwillingness made him actively numb himself and regard luck as hope.

The current emperor has been slow to appoint a crown prince, and many princes seem to have hope.

In fact, the real dragon is between King Xiang and King Jin.

The lack of offspring was King Xiang’s most obvious disadvantage.

But King Xiang was in his prime and strong, so it was not difficult for him to have children.

When King Xiang ascended the throne and had a son, he would have nothing to do. He would be lucky not to be implicated by his father and brother.

If my father ascends the throne, how can I compare with my elder brother?

Now that my eldest brother has his own power, I am still in this Penglai Academy, dreaming about everything.

It feels bad that your own destiny is not in your own hands and your victory can only come from praying that your opponent makes mistakes.

Zhao Hui clutched his folding fan tightly. His mood was extremely bad.

Ma Zhan looked at Zhao Hui and laughed.

"The future is unpredictable, so why bother worrying about something that will happen decades later?

If it is destined for you, you will eventually get it; if it is not destined for you, don’t force it.”

Zhao Hui would not untie the knot in his heart just because of Ma Zhan's few words of comfort, he just repeated it.

"Something will occur if it belongs to your life, if not, do not push it."

Turning to look at the surging waves, at this time, Ma Zhan's voice came to his ears again.

"These waves have been beating against the reef for who knows how many years, and that chair has been used by who knows how many people.

Perhaps a thousand years from now, the person who sat on that chair will only be mentioned in a few sentences in history books."

Zhao Hui's face was calm, but his heart was similar to the sea, already stirring up countless huge waves.

Is this child so extraordinary that even the emperor looks down on him?

Aunt Yuehua, what kind of monster have you taught?

Zhao Hui turned his head and looked at Ma Zhan for a while, then clasped his hands together and bowed.

"Brother Ma Zhan, the future is promising. We may meet again by chance."

Ma Zhan also bowed to Zhao Hui without saying anything.

Just as Zhao Hui was about to turn around and leave, Ma Zhan kicked Zhao Hui on the calf with a low whip kick.

This happened too quickly and the two were too close to each other, so Uncle Tian didn't have time to react.

Zhao Hui lost his balance and fell to one side.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp arrow grazed Zhao Hui's left arm and shot into Ma Zhan's chest.

The archer who shot the arrow had the perfect timing. Ma Zhan was shorter than Zhao Hui, and the two were greeting each other, so Zhao Hui completely blocked Ma Zhan's sight.

The purpose of this arrow is to string two people together.

Unfortunately, this is a bow and arrow, not a pistol.

There are no supersonic bows and arrows in this world, and Ma Zhan heard the sound of the bowstring vibrating.

After a long period of blindfolded archery training, Ma Zhan could basically judge that the arrow was aimed at them.

Perhaps Zhao Hui left a good impression on Ma Zhan, so Ma Zhan didn't have time to think and subconsciously helped Zhao Hui out of danger.

In a flash, the originally confused Zhao Hui was awakened by the coolness on his arm.

He even saw the black light on the arrow.

The arrow hit Ma Zhan's right shoulder.

Ma Zhan had no time to protect his body with his true energy, so he forcibly tightened his chest muscles, trying to take the arrow.

The black arrow stopped just as it was about to pierce Ma Zhan's skin.

The protective armor that Ma Zhan seized from Sun Dingyi was also destroyed.

The impact of the flying arrow caused Ma Zhan to slide backward out of the pavilion and lie on the ground.