The moon is bright.
Night, quiet.
Ma Fenghou, who was wearing a large Confucian robe, walked out of the school with the "Book of Songs" in his hands. After saying goodbye to a group of primary school students who were not as tall as his waist, he walked alone on the gravel path.
Reading can indeed change people, let’s just say Ma Fenghou. Now he hangs out with a bunch of kids every day, like a child king.
The uncle and nephew of the Ma family have a fixed residence in the villa, not far from the golf course, and they are also connected in separate small courtyards. In addition to the people in charge of the villa, there are also Wang Hai, Lu Baichuan, Jiang Zhui and others living there.
As Ma Fenghou walked, he read the Book of Songs under the moonlight. He vaguely heard laughter and couldn't help but raise his head to look.
I saw a man and a woman sitting under a tree. The woman rested her head on the man's shoulder, and the man was reading quietly.
When Ma Fenghou passed by, he gave a slight salute: "Brother Wang, Miss Zhao."
Wang Hai glanced at Ma Fenghou sideways and continued reading.
Zhao Feiyu had a big smile on his face and waved: "Hello, Mr. Ma County."
"By the way, I heard that Brother Wang is familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics, and I want to ask for advice."
Marquis Ma Feng walked towards Wang Hai: "This kudzu is planted in the middle valley, and the leaves are luxuriant..."
Wang Hai didn't even raise his head: "Get out!"
Ma Fenghou was not angry: "Then I won't disturb the two dog men...the two gods and their spouses."
After finishing speaking, Ma Dazhong continued to walk forward.
Danniu kissed Wang Hai on the face: "I like the way Brother Hai doesn't recognize his relatives."
Ma Da Chongming returned all the way to the small courtyard where he lived, and suddenly heard the sound of breaking wind coming from the courtyard.
When he pushed the door open, he saw Ma Rulong dancing with a big iron spear. The heavy spear was so powerful that aftereffects were left behind.
The shirtless Mr. Ma was sweating profusely, his bulging muscles shone with a bronze color, and his hormones were exploding.
"How come uncle is still practicing with a gun?"
Ma Fenghou asked as he walked close to the wall: "On weekdays, isn't my uncle taking a bath in the water or watching a show at this time?"
With a low roar, Ma Rulong raised it out of thin air, and the iron spear hit the ground hard, causing sand and rocks to fly.
Putting away the big gun, Ma Laoer pointed at the stone table: "Sit down, uncle has something to tell you."
"My nephew wants to study, tomorrow..."
"Believe it or not, I will beat you up!"
"oh."
Ma Fenghou sat on the stone bench obediently, carefully placed the Book of Songs in the silk cloth and placed it aside.
"What good is there to read in that shabby book? Read it day and night. There must be a mother-in-law in it."
"Yes, Yan Ruyu, uncle, a rough guy like you doesn't understand."
Ma Rulong wiped his sweat with a sweat towel and cursed: "I asked you to study for the scientific examination. No one expects you to get the top score in the exam."
"My uncle's words are wrong. My nephew's study is to understand things and distinguish right from wrong. It has nothing to do with scientific examinations or being the number one scholar."
"Why do you look like those bitter scholars in Beijing? You study all day long and don't forget to practice martial arts."
"My uncle's words are wrong." Ma Fenghou smiled slightly: "Books can be read, but they cannot be read dead. After my nephew reads a book, he will know the truth. If he knows the truth, he can argue with others. Reading is In order to reason with others, I practice martial arts so that others can also reason with my nephew."
"Where does all this nonsense come from."
Ma Rulong wiped his sweat for a long time, and the more he wiped, the stickier it became. He simply lifted the vat over the cauldron, and with a splash, the water hit his body, and he felt a lot of relief.
"Comfortable."
Ma Rulong shook the water from his body like a big golden retriever and sat opposite Ma Fenghou.
"Don't study these days."
"What?" Ma Fenghou suddenly became unhappy: "What mistake did my nephew make? Why should he be punished like this?"
"Damn it..." Ma Rulong's nose was crooked with anger, and he didn't know how to scold him for a moment.
"No!" Ma Fenghou stubbornly shook his head: "Reading makes my nephew happy."
"You're reading nonsense, but you're actually doing martial arts with your uncle."
With a "Pfft" sound, Ma Fenghou was happy and sniffed his nose: "How much did uncle drink today."
"I'm not drinking." Ma Rulong said sternly: "During martial arts, you and I will fight on foot together. At least we have to fight on foot for one fight. Study all day long, don't forget about martial arts. Don't study these days, practice martial arts diligently. , uncle has asked Xiao Liu to return to Zhuangzi to get your usual scimitar."
"Uncle didn't tell a joke?"
Ma Fenghou couldn't laugh or cry: "In the second year of Xingde, it was the first time that His Majesty the Emperor performed martial arts. What concerns the face of the country is that no matter how good my uncle is in fighting, you are also a foreigner. If the court orders you to fight, you will be ridiculed if you win, and you will be laughed at if you lose. , even more disgraceful.”
At this point, Ma Fenghou hesitated and said: "My nephew knows that my uncle is depressed. In your eyes, those who perform martial arts are all clowns. But you are the first warrior of the previous dynasty, not this dynasty. What do you want me to say, nephew?" honestly…"
"Han You asked his uncle to go."
"Shao Yin?" Ma Fenghou looked surprised: "Shao Yin doesn't know that his uncle's participation in the martial arts competition will put him in a disadvantageous situation?"
"You know it, how can you not know it? He said, my uncle is a nobleman of the Great Zhou Dynasty and a county son of the Great Zhou Dynasty. It is his duty to perform martial arts for the country. Why can he be the first warrior of the previous dynasty and not do his duty? Become the first warrior."
Ma Rulong's eyes were a little distracted, and he murmured: "He knows that he will be criticized by others, but he doesn't care. He may feel... that he shouldn't be criticized, because... because the uncle in his eyes is a distinguished person. , a nobleman of the Zhou Dynasty, also said that his uncle would lead the second prince, lead Lu Baichuan, lead the servants of the Han family, and lead those veterans who are good at fighting, to fight together. He wanted his uncle to bring Han You's confidants, Han You's My dear friends, let’s fight together.”
With a "pop" sound, the "Book of Songs" wrapped in silk cloth was violently swept to the ground. Ma Fenghou stood up suddenly, his eyes red.
"Uncle!" Ma Fenghou gritted his teeth and said, "If you fucking lose in the martial arts performance, my nephew will no longer have the face to live in the world. You can only win, not lose!"
Ma Rulong smiled slightly and said with emotion: "Now you know why those old masters, those warriors in the army, and those unruly scoundrels followed him wholeheartedly."
Ma Fenghou pinched his neck and shouted: "My nephew has always known that Brother Han is not trying to win people's hearts, but to be heart-to-heart. Uncle, please don't let a dog bite Han Shaoyin because he doesn't know a good heart."
"Uncle naturally knows who Han You is, he just feels... feels..."
For a moment, Ma Rulong also had mixed emotions.
How could he not want to participate in martial arts? He even thought about it and even dreamed about it.
Since he can't lead the troops in battle, he can only compete with others on the martial arts field to let the world know that Ma Rulong is still the best warrior in the country, with unparalleled bravery!
But will Honglu Temple agree, will the Ministry of Rites agree, will the court agree, and will the Zhou troops who perform martial arts together agree?
Even if you become the county prince of this great Zhou Dynasty and are respectfully called the county prince of Ma, do people really think that everyone is of the same race?
Ma Rulong is arrogant and arrogant. Even if he thinks about it all, he will not take the initiative to beg the court, let alone take the initiative to say it. Even if the court takes the initiative to beg him, he will have to put on airs.
And Han You, on behalf of the Commander-in-Chief of the Yi Dao Guard in the palace, took the initiative to seek him out and asked him for "help". He also said that he, Ma Rulong, was the son of Da Zhou County and that he, a noble of Da Zhou, should fight for the country!
"He knows what he is doing, he just doesn't think about the consequences, and he doesn't care. Because of him, Han You, because he, Han You, has always treated his uncle as one of his own, treated his uncle as the son of Dazhou County, and treated Dazhou as a distinguished person. .”
Ma Rulong looked at the large iron gun inserted in the weapon rack: "So what if the people in the world don't regard me, Ma Rulong, as the great Zhou Xungui, Han You, Han You alone can look up to me, that's enough, that's enough!"
