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

Ma Chuyi and his father Ma Liyang returned to Beijing to report on their work at the same time. Before returning to Beijing, the two were in important border towns separated by two mountains.

He was thinking about returning to Beijing with his father, so he turned around and went there.

But when he arrived, he saw his ten-year-old half-brother Ma Chuyuan riding on the back of a wounded soldier, whipping the soldier's wounds with a whip.

Every time he whipped the horse, he would shout "Go".

The wounded soldier was already injured and his skin was torn and bleeding.

The young boy was so arrogant at such a young age that he said he would be a general when he grew up and would be able to take over the Ma family army and become the king here.

He killed all those who disobeyed him.

He also asked the wounded soldier to call him "Master". When the wounded soldier refused, he was whipped again and again.

After Ma Chuyi bumped into him, he was enraged and knocked the boy off the wounded soldier's back with one punch.

The blow was a bit too strong and broke the boy's leg.

After Ma Liyang found out, he punished his son Ma Chuyi without any investigation.

When the wounded soldier saw that General Ma had taken the punishment for him, he thought again and again, then dragged his seriously injured body and told the story of how he had been treated while recuperating at the Ma family.

He also repeated what the boy said.

As a general's son, those childish words could be big or small if spoken out loud. It's okay if they are kept behind closed doors and not spread out. Just treat it as fun at home.

If this were to get out, it would mean that Ma Liyang was planning a rebellion.

Ma Liyang was shocked after hearing this. He checked the wounded soldiers' injuries and went home to check on other wounded soldiers. He found that all of them had injuries to varying degrees.

And what they said is exactly the same.

When Madam Ma heard this, her expression turned very ugly, "Yier, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Ma Chuyi lowered his head, "I didn't want my mother to be upset. When my father returned to Beijing, he was going to take the mother and her two children with him, but after this incident, he didn't take them with him. It is said that he even had people fence off the yard and prevented the mother and her two children from leaving the yard."

Madam Ma sneered, "No wonder your father told me that they would never come to Beijing. Oh, so that's how it is!"

Ma Chuyi said, "Mother, don't worry. There is no system of collective punishment now. If they want to commit suicide, let them do it. There are laws to control them. Before the system of collective punishment was abolished, I told my father that if he failed to control the family and ruined the family tradition, I would beat the person to death for him to prevent the whole family from suffering."

Madam Ma gnashed her teeth and said, "Don't dirty your hands. Let him handle it himself. How can a general lead an army if he can't even manage his own family? The child can say such things. The aunt must have been plotting behind the scenes. And he wants to be king! What a joke. He's really ambitious!"

She suddenly reached out and poked Ma Chuyang's head, "Don't look around, it's too far away. Let your father handle it himself. He is the one who created this person, so he has to worry about it himself."

Ma Chuyang pinched his fingers, making a crackling sound. "That bastard had better not show up in front of me. I have a hundred ways to kill him in my mind right now."

Ma Chuyi glanced at his brother and said, "It's not your turn to do it. I've had a long talk with father, and he knows the seriousness of the matter."

Ma Chuyang sneered, "What's the big deal about him! He just said I was spoiled. After I won the third place in the imperial examination, he smiled with wrinkles on his face and said I was his good son! I don't even want to pay attention to him."

Madam Ma suddenly murmured, "Your father has been slow to return to the border, so I'm afraid he must be fed up with the mother and her two children?"

Ma Chuyi didn't think too much about it. "My father is the main force of the court's 'Qingchen' plan, and he is valued by the emperor. The emperor intends to have him stay in Beijing to guard Bixia Pass outside the capital, so he will probably leave soon."

Madam Ma said leisurely, "If your father is stationed to guard Bixia Pass, then mother and son will have to follow him. This way we will be much closer to the capital, and who knows what kind of trouble it will cause. Why not..."

Ma Chuyang smiled and said, "Send her back to her hometown to keep her grandparents company."

Madam Ma nodded, "My son is smart. I won't bully people. There are many people who want to control them. In recent years, people from all sides have lived too comfortably. Why not put them together?"

She had originally planned to spend a few more days in Jiangcheng, meet Mingzhao more often, and develop some feelings for him. But now she was no longer in the mood, and she had to return to Beijing as soon as possible to make this happen.

Before Mrs. Ma left, Ming Zhao did not avoid suspicion and hurriedly bought a lot of Jiangcheng specialties to see her off.

The more Madam Ma looked at Ming Zhao, the happier she became. She held her hand and said, "I don't have a daughter. When you marry me, I will treat you like my own daughter. We will get along well."

Ming Zhao originally thought that the wives of powerful and noble families were all high and mighty, but she didn't expect that she had really found a treasure. She had traveled far and wide, met countless people, and naturally knew whether Madam Ma was sincere or not.

Mrs. Ma was reluctant to let Mingzhao go, so she took off a fine jade bracelet and put it on Mingzhao's hand.

After Ming Zhao declined once or twice, he put it on generously and sent Madam Ma several miles out of Jiangcheng before waving goodbye.

Seeing this, Ma Chuyi inexplicably felt a sense of sighing, “A year is too long,” let alone three years?

I don’t know what Mr. Chu Sheng was thinking, but he actually wrote a poem called “Three Years is the Time it Takes for a Flower to Bloom” and published it in Yijing Weekly.

When his younger brother Ma Chuyang brought the newspaper over, Ma Chuyi thought that this "Mr. Chu Sheng" had a problem in his brain after reading it. Whose flowers need to bloom for three years?

It was not only Ma Chuyi who thought Mr. Chu Sheng had a mental problem. A large number of literary masters who were good at poetry also wrote articles to criticize Mr. Chu Sheng.

They think that Mr. Chu Sheng's poem is a hodgepodge, neither like poetry nor like prose, and is simply an insult to society.

What makes me most angry is that this kind of thing is published in Yijing Weekly. Is this going to lead all readers astray?

But there was a group of scholars who were led astray and began to imitate this style of poetry, feeling a sense of spiritual liberation.

Five-character and seven-character poems are good, but what's wrong with having a new type of poetry that breaks the rules of old poetry?

The letting a hundred flowers bloom is the sign of progress.

The literati were in an uproar, with some attacking Mr. Chu Sheng and others defending him.

In short, Mr. Chu Sheng became famous, even more famous than the talented Shi Yunqi.

Everyone is wondering who Mr. Chu Sheng is. No one knows.

Those who are in the know are very secretive, such as Emperor Mingde, Huang Xingyue, and Lu Sangyu.

Mr. Chu Sheng, who was thousands of miles away, had no idea that he had been pushed to the forefront in the capital and would become the first person to create a new style of poetry.

She was humbly asking her son-in-law for advice, "Yuan'er, besides the song 'Quietly I leave, just as quietly I came', are there any other songs? Please recite a few more for me to learn!"

Cen Yuan laughed in silence, "Mother, this is not my strong point. It's good enough that I can remember one or two poems. Just think about it and write more."

Shi Anxia also encouraged her, "Mom, you write very well, I love reading it."