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

Yes, what's wrong? It's just that the runner and the chaser have switched places.

Ma Chuyang imitated Liu Wu's tone and yelled, "Stop and have a good fight!"

But Liu Wu couldn't be as shameless as him, so he replied confidently, "I won't!"

But Liu Wu is not good at running. How can a big guy like him be as agile as Ma Chuyang?

Ma Chuyang predicted Liu Wu's movement, flashed in front of him like a ghost, crossed his arms, smiled wickedly, and blocked his way.

Liu Wu was shocked and tried to pull his feet back, but failed.

Ma Chuyang moved aside like a ghost again, causing Liu Wu to retreat too quickly, lose his balance and fall to the ground.

Or the kind where he lands face down on the ground!

Blood came out of his nose and covered his face.

Ma Chuyang asked condescendingly, "Are you still fighting?"

Liu Wu's face was flushed, but it was not noticeable against the backdrop of his nosebleed.

He didn't reply, but supported himself to stand up, wiped the blood from his nose with his sleeve, and said in a hoarse voice, "Fight again!"

Ma Chuyang then put away his smile and said, "Go clean up first, I'll wait for you."

Liu Wu walked to the sidelines with his head down, took a handkerchief from a familiar classmate to wipe the blood, drank some water without saying a word, and hesitated for a while before looking up at the examiner and said dejectedly, "Examiner, I lost."

He lost.

What he lost was not only martial arts, but also his character.

If it were him, he would pursue the victory and would not give the opponent a chance to breathe, nor would he let the opponent step down to wipe the blood and rest for another fight.

For example, in the first match, when Ma Chuyang was knocked to the edge of the ring by him, he would punch him hard.

The whole place was quiet.

The examiner slowly announced, "The winner is Ma Chuyang!"

There was thunderous applause.

Ma Chuyang, a high-spirited young man, stood on the stage, shouted "Wuhu", and flew up in a wild and unbridled spin. He knelt on one leg, touched the ground with a fist, and said loudly in the direction of Emperor Mingde, "The spring wind blows north, and the horses neigh and rush! Your Majesty, Ma Chuyang invites you to fight against all the nations!"

Emperor Mingde laughed and stood up, "Hahaha! General Ma! Congratulations on raising two good sons!"

General Ma's eyes filled with tears. He stepped out of the line and knelt on one leg, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your words!"

It was the first time that he received praise for this brat Ma Chuyang. Who could understand the heart of an old father like him?

Moreover, it is praise from the emperor, which is not easy to come by.

He was overwhelmed by the glory brought by his eldest son Ma Chuyi. As for his youngest son, it was good enough that he didn't cause trouble, but who would have thought that there would be such a surprise?

Then I heard Emperor Mingde say to the stands, "Ma Chuyi, your brother is not inferior to you, you have to work hard!"

Ma Chuyi smiled and stood up, clasping his fists and saluting, "I dare not slack off for a day!"

Unexpectedly, Ma Chuyang on the stage was not happy, pouted, and said aggrievedly, "Your Majesty, you didn't even ask me today, do you dare to fight against the nations?"

Emperor Mingde's heart was like that of an old father. It was softened like spring water by the young men. He thought, how could these good boys not be his biological sons?

His bloodline doesn't seem to be very good?

Thinking about that bastard King Jin, hey! It's unlucky! I can't think about it, I get angry when I think about it!

Qi Jie Yuhua whispered in affirmation at the right time, "People! They are all your people!"

Emperor Mingde was comforted by Eunuch Qi again, and his voice was full of doting. "Ask, ask, ask!" He cleared his throat, and after a moment of thinking about the best words, he spoke in a deep voice, solemnly and seriously, "Fine clothes and a furious horse, you are a young man! Ma Chuyang, a candidate from Yunqi Academy, today I want to ask you, do you dare to fight against the nations?"

Ma Chuyang radiated light, still kneeling on one leg, raised an eyebrow in the direction of Tang Xinghe, raised his head and answered loudly, "The spring wind blows north, the horses neigh and their hooves are urgent, Chuyang is willing to welcome the nations to fight!"

He raised his arms and shouted, "Fight! Fight! Fight!"

The whole audience shouted, "Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Welcome all nations to fight!

We have brilliant stars, we have blazing sun, we have fearless young people!

I don’t know who started it, but “Youth Says” resounded throughout the sky.

Emperor Mingde returned to the palace happily amid the deafening shouts of “A strong youth means a strong country”.

He stretched out his body and sat down, unable to stop smiling, "Youen, what department do you think Cen Yuan is most suitable for?"

Eunuch Qi was asked a lot of questions, and he was still a little unsure of the emperor's intention. "This... I think he is the most suitable to be the consort. Look at how much he loves our Princess Haiyan, the love in his eyes can't be concealed."

"That is his duty." Emperor Mingde was proud, "Our Princess Haiyan is worthy of his consideration."

"Then..." Eunuch Qi couldn't think of how to answer the emperor's question. If he was not careful, he would interfere in politics.

In fact, Emperor Mingde didn't really need his answer. He sighed and said, "I just think that Cen Yuan is a perfect fit for the position of Minister of Rites. I don't know what book he read this 'drama' from. After he put on such a show, the atmosphere on the scene was so exciting that it was explosive at every turn."

Eunuch Qi nodded in agreement, "Yes, yes, yes, now people in the streets and alleys are reciting 'Youth Talk', and some people have even composed a song for it and are singing it in teahouses."

"So, I said that Cen Yuan is suitable for the Ministry of Rites. Which country would not be afraid of such fighting spirit? Iron cavalry and powerful crossbows can have the upper hand for a while, but they can't defeat the people's will in the end." Emperor Mingde sighed deeply, "One country is united, and it is better than a million lions."

On the other side, Ma Chuyang, Tang Xinghe, and Huo Siwu were surrounding Liu Wu outside the Imperial Examination Hall.

Liu Wu was alert, "What are you going to do?"

A few naughty boys tightened the circle with evil smiles, then laughed heartily.

Huo Siwu raised his hand and put it on Liu Wu's shoulder. "Why are you so nervous? I'm not going to eat you! Liu Wu, your father is General Liu Zhenghao, the garrison commander of Yancheng, Buzhou, right? What would your father think if he knew that Wencang Academy has been instilling hatred in you towards insignificant people all day long?"

Ma Chuyang also raised his hand and put it on his shoulder, "Winning or losing in the ring is not uncommon, but there is no hatred between you and me, right?"

Tang Xinghe smiled and took the hands that Ma Chuyang and Huo Siwu had placed on their shoulders. "Think about it carefully. No matter who wins, it is actually Beiyi who wins. Wen Cang Academy won't teach you this principle. You have to figure it out on your own."

The three of them walked away arm in arm, laughing and joking all the way. It was the best friendship and the best time for young people.

Ma Chuyi's voice came from behind, "Ma...Brother!"

Ma Chuyang was frightened by his brother's calling him "Ma Xiao", thinking he would be called "Ma Xiaomei" again. Fortunately, his brother changed his words quickly, otherwise he would have cried in front of his brother and then complained to his mother.

Humph, little brat, what if I can’t cure you?

Ma Chuyang turned around and said timidly, "Brother..."

Ma Chuyi came over with his hands behind his back, "You have practiced Ma family boxing well, but you used some moves incorrectly. I will come back to practice with you after I finish my official duties."

Ma Chuyang turned his head and winked at the other two, then shouted "Run", and they turned around and ran away.

Ma Chuyi heard his brother reply "I don't" from afar, as if he was still unsatisfied, and followed it with a long string of "I don't, I don't, I just don't..."

He couldn't help but... rubbed his brows, his hands itching to pick this guy up and beat him up.