Ming Dynasty: Empress Ma and I swapped clothes!

Chapter 122 Even a saint has more than one wife

Grandpa Ma was shocked, but also somewhat lost.

His old bones haven't decayed yet, and his sons haven't made a name for themselves, but his grandchildren have already brought the Ma family to a height they never dared to imagine before.

Naturally, I felt a bit uneasy and unsteady, as if everything was just a dream.

Grandpa Ma was at a loss for words, not knowing whether to smile wryly or not.

He was happy, but there was still something unsettling about him deep down.

Grandpa Ma is in excellent health. Even though he had some injuries in his early years, he has long since recovered.

Now that he's in the capital, although he's still the head of the family, all the household affairs have been entrusted to his grandson, which makes him feel a little uncomfortable.

Ma Xiulin didn't think much of it; she had such a son.

He is proud and honored.

Moreover, he is currently busy with the imperial examinations every day and doesn't even have time to rest, so he has no time to think about these trivial matters.

So in the end, it still comes down to this: no matter when, a person can never be too idle. If they are idle, trouble will follow. This applies not only to Grandpa Ma, but to anyone.

Old Master Ma returned to the main room without a word. Ma Wenxiang watched from a distance, silently thinking to himself: I need to find a job for the old man.

Ma Wenxiang had this idea, but he was actually having some trouble figuring out how to put it into practice.

Under the emperor's nose, in a place where power is concentrated, many things are much more stringent.

If this were in Qingfeng County, there might be some chance of him using his privileges to seek personal gain. But in the capital, especially with Ma Wenxiang's special status, anyone who knows his background is secretly watching him.

Ma Wenxiang also didn't want to give anyone a handle to use against him, causing any trouble for his powerful empress, which would be extremely inappropriate.

"Ugh."

Ma Wenxiang sighed silently. After racking his brains, all he could think of was to take it one step at a time, wait for the right opportunity, and then consider other options.

"Grandpa, I'm sorry, your grandson is useless."

Ma Wenxiang let out a soft groan in his heart, then put his hands behind his back and, imitating the old man's movements, walked towards the side room as well.

This is his house, while his parents live in the house on the west side.

Their family still basically lives in this small courtyard and doesn't want to separate.

Otherwise, this large house with three courtyards and three entrances would be useless.

Ma Wenxiang didn't care; the old man could stay there. But he was worried that some strong, healthy man might cause some trouble while he was there, which would be rather inappropriate.

Slander. This is pure slander. At this moment, the three of them were in the room at the west end. Ma Wenxiang pursed his lips and slowly revealed his thoughts.

Almost immediately, the elderly father was stunned and then retorted on the spot.

If the old father didn't argue back, his mother's rolling pin would probably hit him hard, and that was no joke.

While glaring at Ma Wenxiang, Ma Xiulin forced a fawning smile and then vigorously assured him, "Who are we? Others may not know, but don't you?"

We've been through thick and thin together, supporting each other through all the hardships.

As the sages said…

Ma Xiulin was about to launch into a literary recitation when his son suddenly interrupted, saying, "Even sages probably have more than one wife."

"What?"

Wang Shiyun glanced at them.

An ordinary farm woman might have been easily fooled by Ma Xiulin, but Wang Shiyun was not.

Therefore, Ma Wenxiang only needs to make a simple remark, and the situation on the spot will naturally change dramatically.

Wang Shiyun's eyebrows shot up, and Ma Xiulin let out a wail. He jumped three feet high like a hopping duck, putting on a Ming Dynasty version of a "mechanical dance" right in front of Ma Wenxiang.

They still seem very motivated.

However, the old father's gaze toward Ma Wenxiang now held a hint of murderous intent.

Ma Wenxiang shrank his neck and, with great tact, left the house.

Even in the courtyard, one could faintly hear the sound of the old father kneeling on the washboard.

"Honey, really, there isn't any."

"I went out today, but I went to see Brother Tian Ce. We have been working together on the path to the imperial examinations. Now that I have passed the prefectural examination, I must pass the provincial examination next, so that I can continue to secure a future for Ma Wenxiang and our Ma family."

After all, you can't put all the burden on the child alone.

"He's still just a child."

At this moment, Ma Xiulin's male instincts led him to steer the conversation toward Ma Wenxiang, and it worked wonders.

A slight smile appeared on Wang Shiyun's previously tense face, and her tone softened: "You do have some shrewdness after all."

"Although it is a great fortune that our family has encountered such a rare and wonderful event, we must not be careless in the capital."

"The better Her Majesty treats us, the more cautious and prudent we must be, and we must never cause any trouble for Her Majesty or His Majesty."

"Absolutely, wife, absolutely."

Ma Xiulin made repeated assurances, and only then was the immediate crisis barely overcome.

Ma Wenxiang dared not continue eavesdropping in the corner outside; what was about to happen was rather inappropriate for children.

He returned to his room and soon fell into a deep sleep.

……

Meanwhile, inside the Duke of Wei's mansion, Xu Da and Tang He were also quite helpless.

Now they have also found out who owns the remaining portion of snowflake salt from the Imperial Clan Court.

Before.

They would probably have to take action much earlier, but now, the group is in a bit of a dilemma.

After all, everyone has a sense of shame.

"What's wrong?"

This young man from the Ma family is really capable; he's quite good at winning people over.

Now, your son and my son are probably on his side.

And during this period.

He helps him on the left and on the right, so it's really not fair that we old guys have to swallow our pride and continue to deal with him.

Even if others don't care about our reputation, we still have to.

Xu Da sighed.

Tang He was also in a great dilemma. He could only watch helplessly as this revenge was sought but not obtained. Anyone would feel uncomfortable, but there was nothing he could do.

So they could only stare at each other, bewildered.

Just as the two of them were drinking and chatting, the Duke of Song, Feng Sheng, suddenly appeared and said, "Alright, what's there to worry about? This snowflake salt comes from the palace; we shouldn't have discussed it so casually in the first place."

Now that each of the children in this family has some talent, how can we not be happy?

Are we really going to let human greed get the better of us, like a snake trying to swallow an elephant?

Look at your Xu Huizu, he only knew how to chant martial arts before, but he didn't know how to adapt. What are you going to do now?