Ming Dynasty: Empress Ma and I swapped clothes!

Chapter 133 Martial Arts Students' Education: The Wonders of Military Academies

"How wonderful!"

As Ma Xiuying thought about it, all her ideas came to mind, and she couldn't help but shout out again.

Upon hearing Ma Wenxiang's words, Li Jinglong, Tang Ding, and Feng Cheng naturally assumed that Ma Wenxiang was just boasting.

However, there was no mockery, but only a smiling look at the other person, and they even thought it was perfectly normal.

After all, if these people possessed such talent, they would probably have gone even further than Ma Wenxiang. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call them the number one talents in the capital. They might even be able to shout again: "With such a talented person, one can gain half of the country."

Just thinking about it still makes me a little excited.

"Ha ha ha ha."

As everyone toasted and drank, Ma Wenxiang gained a completely new understanding of this group of noble literati.

During a break in the Imperial College classroom, the teacher was giving a lesson, but Ma Xiuying's mind, which was originally focused on learning, was not on the coursework at all. Instead, her mind was filled with thoughts of the military academy.

If scholars can pursue their studies, why can't martial artists?

With Ma Xiuying's extraordinary wisdom, it is not difficult to see how great the benefits would be once the military academy was established, especially since the first principal would be Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the People's Republic of China.

Even just thinking about it makes it easy to see the vast potential.

"How exactly did this kid manage to do that?"

Ma Xiuying was also filled with shock, and what followed was even more unbelievable.

As for these ingenious ideas, Ma Wenxiang had only mentioned them to his good brothers, Xun Gui and his faction at the Imperial Academy, and only when they were in high spirits after drinking.

He said a few words casually, and maybe he said something in the end, but Li Jinglong was so drunk that he blacked out. He only remembered the sentence, "A real man can get drunk and it's okay."

Ma Wenxiang had only mentioned it casually, but he never expected that the people around him would take it to heart. Moreover, judging from their reactions, they seemed eager to promote this method when they came to power.

It must be said that such a broad mind is not something that ordinary people can have; it is only these privileged second-generation nobles who meet all the criteria, which is why they are able to give it a try.

For others, it's just wishful thinking; they only know it's a future prospect, but it's impossible to actually realize it. So they can only sigh in vain. This is the real situation that most people will encounter.

"Ma Wenxiang".

Suddenly, the Master called on a student, "Tell me the meaning of this passage?"

Ma Xiuying was brought back to her senses by the teacher's gentle call.

However, at this moment, she did not know what the teacher had just mentioned, but she was not flustered and looked at the passage that Li Jinglong pointed out to her.

Ma Xiuying is no longer in dire straits, thanks to the health-strengthening methods taught by Ma Wenxiang.

She looked at the scroll, and even though it was several feet away, she knew exactly which section it was.

So after only a moment's thought, he blurted out, "Master, the annotation for this passage is..."

"good."

The teacher frowned and took another deep look at Ma Xiuying. He saw that Ma Xiuying's answer was commendable, but he did not look very energetic. He thought to himself: This boy is usually diligent and plays a great leading role. Why is he so listless today?

Could it be that he/she has contracted an illness?

It's best to advise them to go home and get a good night's rest, rather than risk losing more than they gain.

After thinking it over, the teacher approached Ma Xiuying after the lesson and told her about it.

Ma Xiuying readily accepted. Now, she couldn't wait to go home and think it over carefully, and then write down the general plan for the military academy on paper.

Only then can she truly feel at ease.

Otherwise, for her to keep such a grand national strategy merely in her mind would be a terrible waste.

However, on her way home, the more Ma Xiuying thought about it, the more excited she became, and the more optimistic she became about Ma Wenxiang.

They even considered whether the royal family should arrange a marriage between the two boys.

After all, judging from the current situation, Ma Wenxiang's talent is not just limited to his whimsical skills, but also possesses the real ability to stabilize the country and bring peace to the nation.

In addition, Ma Wenxiang was known for treating women very well, so even though the Zhu family's daughters married him.

He would never let her suffer any injustice, and they could even have a sweet and loving marriage, with the couple treating each other with respect. In ancient times, this was definitely the most desirable thing for all women.

Should we choose Anning or Ningguo?

Ningguo is the eldest princess, and she is younger than Ma Wenxiang in age, so she was chosen first this time.

Ma Xiuying thought to herself that Xiao Ningguo was seven years old by the traditional Chinese age reckoning, while Ma Wenxiang was twelve, a difference of only five years.

If this were during the Hongwu era of the Ming Dynasty, or even in later generations, most people could easily accept such a disparity.

Let alone five years old, even if they were ten, fifteen, or twenty, or even a full twelve years older, it would be an easy thing for those little fairies of later generations who value economic and material conditions.

Ma Xiuying thought to herself, and at this moment she had already made up her mind.

Upon returning to the Ma family, she immediately went to the study. Within the Ma family, no one dared to obstruct her; her status was far higher than that of Old Master Ma.

Upon arriving at the study, he pondered deeply for a long time. Then, he lightly dipped a piece of ink into the Xuan paper on the desk and, with a flourish of his brush, began to transcribe a well-organized and clearly structured document.

By the time I finished writing, it was already afternoon outside.

At this moment, Ma Xiuying carefully sealed the folded book that had absorbed all the ink, then walked out of the Ma residence and made a hand gesture.

Immediately afterwards, a figure flew swiftly from the shadows; it was Mao Xiang.

Mao Xiang strode forward, bowed slightly in greeting, and said respectfully in a low voice, "Your Majesty, is there anything I can help you with?"

Mao Xiang maintained his bowed posture, knowing that the matter of the "two empresses' days" was known not only to those in the palace.

These Imperial Guards also knew that rotating officers every ten days was not a secret, and it wasn't too difficult to calculate.

So Mao Xiang was perfectly clear about whether the person in front of him was an empress from the palace or a fellow townsman of Ma Wenxiang from outside the palace. He would not make a mistake.

His head and the heads of his nine generations of relatives are probably doomed to perish.

"Send this memorial to the palace as soon as possible; this matter cannot be delayed even for a moment."