Ma Jiamen: I was forced to fight for supremacy

Chapter 226 The Ma Family’s Kindness

Liu Nange had just walked to the gate of the courtyard when Ma Zhan seemed to have thought of something.

"Princess Nange, who did you learn Confucianism from?"

Liu Nange turned around and replied, "The third disciple of the Heart Saint, the Grand Tutor of the Crown Prince of Great Shu, Wang Deming."

Ma Zhan recalled that Wang Changxun, the governor of Sanzi Prefecture, once told him that one of his cousins was an official in the State of Shu, and he should be Wang Deming.

"Then why don't you call me Junior Master?"

Liu Nange didn't say anything, just smiled at Ma Zhan and turned to leave.

Ma Zhan muttered to himself, "No respect for elders or young people, no respect for etiquette or rules."

Zheng Xiaoqiao jokingly said, "I don't know who it is, but he scoffs at Confucian etiquette."

"I can break the rules, but others have to. Otherwise, how can I take advantage of others..."

Zheng Xiaoqiao laughed and looked at Ma Zhan. Ma Zhan realized that he had told the truth again and quickly shut up.

Zheng Xiaoqiao turned to look at He Ling and lectured him in the tone of a mistress: "As a swordsman of the Ma family, you must recognize your own status. When you are faced with the need to make a choice in the future, you must stand firmly by your husband's side..."

Seeing He Ling stunned by Zheng Xiaoqiao's scolding, Ma Zhan whispered to Zheng Xiaoqiao, "Xiaoqiao, actually, letting He Ling be the sword servant was just a joke with Master. If she doesn't want to do it, she doesn't have to."

Zheng Xiaoqiao still stared at He Ling and said, "You don't have to be a sword servant now. My husband and I won't force you.

But let me be frank: as long as you stop being my husband's swordsman, you'll have nothing to do with us, and I won't have to bring you into the Yinlu Division. The four of us team up, and we're not afraid of any ghost cultivators or ghost generals.

As long as you are sure you no longer want to be my husband's swordsman, I will go find Liu Nange and get your license plate back."

Although He Ling didn't know Zheng Xiaoqiao's identity, she was certain that this kind of aura was definitely not something that ordinary people could possess. Moreover, Zheng Xiaoqiao was not at a disadvantage when facing Princess Nange.

Whether it was out of his own conscience or out of fear of Zheng Xiaoqiao's dominance, He Ling replied woodenly:

"I'm a swordsman..."

He Ling knew in her heart that if she didn't become Ma Zhan's sword servant, with her talent, she would at most be an outer disciple of Mount Emei, and would never be able to go to Emei, nor would she receive personal teaching from her uncle-master Miaoyi.

If she hadn't been Ma Zhan's swordsman, she would have become a victim of family interests and married a man she didn't know.

Now, she had passed the first round of the Jiange Competition and became one of the top 190. Tonight, she teamed up with Princess Nange and the talented swordsman of Jiange, and was about to go to Fengdu Yinlusi for training.

She couldn't give up on all this, she wanted her name to appear on the martial arts rankings and the beauty list.

Zheng Xiaoqiao didn't make any comment on He Ling's choice, but finally reminded him, "You made the decision yourself, so you must do your duty. No one except your young master will save you twice in a row."

After Zheng Xiaoqiao finished speaking, she turned and went into the house. Ma Zhan instructed Puyang Yingjun who was standing beside him. "Find a room for He Ling and let her stay here."

After saying that, he nodded to He Ling and turned to go into the house.

When He Ling saw Ma Zhan and Zheng Xiaoqiao enter the same room, he suddenly felt a little lost.

"Fairy He Ling, please come this way..."

After Ma Zhan entered the house, he sat down with Zheng Xiaoqiao. "Xiaoqiao, let me answer your question. I can't go to Tang State with you."

Zheng Xiaoqiao didn't say anything, just looked at Ma Zhan quietly. She knew that Ma Zhan would explain the reason.

“When I opened my eyes, the first person I saw was my father, Ma San, a retainer of the Ma family.

He was wearing armor and wrapped me in a red cloth. Later I learned that it was the Ma family's battle flag.

My mother, Zhao Shuang'er, married my father on the day the Dragon Raised its Head. My home is in the Qingshui Marquis's mansion, in a separate small courtyard.

Since I was a child, my eating, drinking, and defecating have all been taken care of by the wife of Qingshui Marquis Ma Botong, Princess Yuehua of Liang State. In the eyes of outsiders, I am the third son of the Ma family.

The thirteen retainers of the Ma family all treated me like a son. My seventh uncle taught me to read and write, my eldest uncle taught me the Axe of Creation, my sixth uncle taught me archery, and my eighth uncle taught me the Seventy-Two Hammers...

Later I met Mengyao. In an accident, she stimulated the qi and blood in my body. The qi and blood that I was born with was indestructible made me go crazy.

She risked her life to save me...

In March of this year, Ma Zhongtong, the second master of the Ma family, took me on a journey through the martial arts world and taught me his famous skill, the Fire Dragon Spear Technique.

The Ma family of Qingshui County has given me the grace of giving birth, raising me, and educating me.

I am a member of the Ma family, I can't just leave.

Similarly, I know that you have your own ties and revenge, and I will spare no effort to support you.

Gongsun Yang in the secret realm has spent more than twenty years with you, and Ma Zhan in this life will never let you down.

In the future, we might live together on an island, just like you said.”

There was a glint in Zheng Xiaoqiao's eyes, and she gently stroked Ma Zhan's face.

"Husband, I'm sorry, I was selfish."

Ma Zhan hugged Zheng Xiaoqiao into his arms, "I know you care about me, I know..."

How could Ma Zhan not feel distressed when he saw the girl in his arms frequently entering dangerous places?

In the morning, Ma Zhan sat cross-legged under a cypress tree, practicing his daily training. When he finished and opened his eyes, he saw Puyang's handsome, chubby face, swaying back and forth before him. He stared at him intently with his small eyes.

Ma Zhan felt a little uneasy when he was stared at. "You, what are you doing?"

Puyang Yingjun scratched his ears and said, "I'm not particularly handsome, so why are girls so fond of me?"

Ma Zhan chuckled, "Do you want to know?"

Puyang Yingjun nodded like a chick pecking at rice, "Hurry up and tell me, hurry up and tell me."

Ma Zhan said in a pretentious tone: "Read more books, read more newspapers, eat less snacks and get more sleep."

Puyang Yingjun scratched his ears, frowned, and looked puzzled. "I suspect you are lying to me."

"Brother Puyang, don't doubt it, he is just lying to you." Zheng Xiaoqiao brought breakfast to the stone table under the cypress tree and rubbed his eyes that were red from the fireworks.

Ma Zhan looked at Zheng Xiaoqiao's condition and said in a reproachful tone, "Didn't I tell you that I would cook after I finished my training? What do you mean by diligent?"

Zheng Xiaoqiao pouted and said, "How can I let a man cook every day?"

Puyang Yingjun sucked his teeth, "It's sour, sour... You two have had enough..."

The four of them had just sat down around the stone table when Liu Nange appeared at the entrance of the courtyard.

"Princess Nange, would you like to eat something together?"

"Okay." Liu Nange didn't have any princess's reserve. She ate the half-cooked breakfast made by Zheng Xiaoqiao so deliciously.

Ma Zhan even wondered if the people in the Shu royal palace were not getting enough to eat every day.