The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

Which step?

Zheng Qiaoer was stunned for a moment, and expressed her mother's heartfelt words, "It would be good if that dog could stop getting into trouble and stop causing trouble. What's the next step? Passing the imperial examination... I'm overthinking."

Shi Anxia's eyebrows curved, and she clasped her hands together, "God bless my cousin Xinghe, and help his mother win the title of martial arts champion and bring her glory."

Zheng Qiaoer smiled bitterly, "Xia'er, don't make fun of your aunt."

Shi Anxia then stopped smiling and said seriously, "Aunt, cousin Xinghe is one of those people with extraordinary talent."

In the past, Tang Xinghe always hung out with Ma Chuyang and sometimes stayed at Ma's house.

Most of the Ma family's guards were wounded soldiers from the battlefield, and some were generals. Seeing the two boys' extraordinary talents, they all wanted to teach them a lesson.

Therefore, over the years, although Tang Xinghe did not practice diligently, he was gifted and received guidance from many soldiers, laying a solid foundation.

Now Tang Xinghe has been taught by Cen Yuan for a few months, and after going through the hellish training of calling his father and mother, he is now about to take on the leading role.

Tang Xinghe's archery on foot and on horseback were both extremely accurate, so it was very easy for him to get high scores; his horse spear skills were also good, with his own methods and often unexpected moves.

However, Tang Xinghe's biggest flaw is that he underestimates his enemies and keeps talking nonsense. If he encounters a duel, he will definitely be fooled if his opponent uses a little trick.

Cen Yuan fought with Tang Xinghe several times, and he defeated him every time with the same move, but he never learned his lesson.

Therefore, Tang Xinghe has great variability. If he performs stably, he will be the top scorer; if he performs unstably, he will be a loser.

Apart from that, there are two other things that are a little disadvantageous to me: one is weightlifting, and the other is my appearance.

Weightlifting, including lifting weights and carrying weights, all rely on physical strength. He is a playboy in the capital who loves to sleep in and needs others to serve him when he is dressed and eats, so his strength is naturally not as good as that of a rough man.

Recently, Cen Yuan has been focusing on training his strength, which is boring and tedious. Tang Xinghe was so bored that he pulled his cousin's husband's clothes and wiped his tears.

As for his appearance, Tang Xinghe looks very much like his name.

With eyes as bright as stars, red lips and white teeth, he has all the advantages of Tang Chuyu and Zheng Qiaoer. He is considered the most handsome among the children of the Duke of Huguo's mansion.

He was tall and slender, exactly the kind of handsome young man described in storybooks.

With such a figure and appearance, it is not very suitable for him to be a military officer. When he wears armor, people will think he is going to perform in an opera instead of leading troops to the battlefield.

Fortunately, the current Emperor Mingde does not judge people by appearance, but only values ​​talent and skills. Tang Xinghe was born at the right time.

After An Xia's analysis, Zheng Qiaoer was both happy and nervous.

I suddenly blamed myself for not asking around earlier. If I had known this would happen, I would have urged that bastard to eat two more bowls of rice so that he could grow a bigger body.

At one moment, she thought about how handsome her son would look in armor, and wondered how many girls would set their eyes on her son.

Oh my god, is she going to be a mother-in-law too? Look at the sister-in-law, is she probably the youngest "old lady"?

This, this, this! She is not mentally prepared yet! So nervous!

Zheng Qiaoer's impetuous energy came up again, "This bastard! I have to go back and pull him by the ears to urge him again. Be careful! Eat more! Only then can you pass the imperial examination!"

After her niece's analysis, she felt for the first time that the top martial arts champion had some connection with her Duke of Huguo Mansion.

Originally, she thought that as long as she could make the list, she would have to burn incense and worship Buddha.

As she said this, she was about to get up and go home.

Tang Chujun suddenly clapped his hands, "No, we have to build momentum for Xinghe!"

She knew her nephew's personality well. He liked to be in the spotlight. The crazier he was, the more stable his performance would be.

Zheng Qiaoer was stunned, "How?"

"My son-in-law has connections to print a lot of books. I wrote a storybook about Xinghe, and portrayed him as a patriotic young man who had a dream of becoming a military commander since childhood and studied and trained diligently with the general without telling his family."

"Yes, put that bastard on the stage and give him a high hat, and he will have to take the exam seriously." Zheng Qiaoer smiled, "My sister-in-law is really good! Mr. Chu, I like your writing skills! Write a better story for me, and make him look more human. Also, don't write him as a chatterbox. Oh, just write according to your precious son-in-law's personality."

"My son-in-law?" Tang Chujun narrowed his eyes and smiled.

My son-in-law is the only one in the world, hehe... even a nephew can't get past him. There is only one way to describe a son-in-law as a fool, that is, the son-in-law betrays his daughter.

The pen is in my hand, I can write whatever I want. Little Yuanyuan, don't make your mother-in-law unhappy! Tang Chujun found some fun for no apparent reason, and his face was filled with joy.

Little did they know that Tang Chujun's thoughts had already flown to the sky, and they were still having a heated discussion.

Yu Sujun asked cautiously, "Sister Chujun, do you need illustrations for your storybook? I'm fine with line drawings."

Tang Chujun was very excited. "Yes, yes, yes! How can you say your sketch is okay? It's obviously very good. When I write the storybook, you can draw it according to my plot. Otherwise, you can draw one for my sister-in-law first, so that she won't worry that you draw her son ugly."

Yu Sujun's eyes sparkled, "No, I have to draw a dashing young man. But I need to practice, I haven't picked up a pen for a long time."

Tang Chujun asked someone to prepare pens and ink, and Yu Sujun picked up her brush to paint.

With a few strokes, a young man in bright clothes and riding a horse appeared on the paper. The young man drew a bow and shot an arrow, looking unruly and handsome.

Zheng Qiao'er held the painting in her arms and loved it. "This, this, this, is this my dog ​​that climbed up the roof and tore off the tiles if it wasn't beaten for three days? Hahaha... It looks like it, the more I look at it, the more it looks like it. Sujun, you have this skill! I didn't realize it!"

Yu Sujun received the compliment, and two red clouds flew on her cheeks, "As long as Madam Tang likes it."

"What Madam Tang? Call me sister!" Zheng Qiao'er laughed happily, and then couldn't help rubbing her forehead, "I'm embarrassed to join you guys if I don't have any talent."

Yao Sheng was thinking, "Take advantage of this trend and print more copies. How much money can we make if each person has a copy?"

Shi Anxia looked at the lively and prosperous group and started to think. If her mother could make money from this, she would be even more motivated.

Any talent will only have motivation and value to the author itself when it is transformed into real money.

Many literati's poems have been passed down through the ages, but they themselves are penniless and can barely make ends meet. This is unreasonable in itself.

Shi Anxia set his sights on Cen Yuan's "movable type printing". Only by printing in large quantities could money flow into his pocket like water.

This can support people in several links, including the authors, the publishing and distribution links.

The distribution process also includes grassroots bookstores. How many bookstores can be revitalized and how many people can improve their living environment?

Shi Anxia thought it was feasible, so she encouraged Tang Chujun, "Mother, you can write it first and post it later, the effect will be better."

In the early days, she wanted to take advantage of everyone's underestimation of Yunqi Academy and fight a comeback.

When all thirteen candidates have passed the tests of archery on foot, archery on horseback, carbine, and weightlifting, and finally entered the competition, they will make a stunning appearance.

With the help of the storybooks in the market, if Yunqi Academy can get into the top three without any accidents, it will be able to create new glory and write a mythical legend.

Shi Anxia continued to plan, "When the exam starts tomorrow, I will find a way to bring you to the martial arts arena to watch. After mother has watched it, you can also write about the day's competition and the story behind it. Every day, you will be anxiously waiting to see what you have written."

Tang Chujun was stunned by his daughter's words: "Why do I feel like I'm stealing Mr. Huang's job?"