Two days later, Ma Xiaoquan and Ma Ruiqing returned to Ningyuan together.
Ningyuan is an important stronghold on the Liaodong defense line. Whether Ningyuan can be defended is directly related to the overall deployment of the Liaodong defense line.
When I came to Ningyuan again after a few years, Ningyuan was completely different. Not only were the defenses well done, but the generals in the Ningyuan Department also had much better morale than those in other departments.
Ma Xiaoquan clicked his tongue and praised him. Just as he was about to open his mouth to praise a few more words, someone tapped him on the shoulder. When he turned around, he saw it was Ma Yuan.
"Second brother, haha~~~" Ma Xiaoquan was stunned for a moment, and then he hugged Ma Yuan warmly. Ma Yuan also laughed and patted Ma Xiaoquan on the back.
"Good boy, I haven't seen you for a few years. You are getting stronger as you grow older. If I hadn't known you were coming back in advance, I wouldn't have believed you were coming. Well, okay, I heard that you are also practicing martial arts. Is that true?"
Ma Xiaoquan smiled and said: "Of course, by the way, second brother, where are Mingming and Jiaojiao?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a little boy ran over with a wooden sword in his hand.
When passing by Ma Xiaoquan, the little boy stopped, raised his head, and looked at Ma Xiaoquan seriously.
Ma Xiaoquan recognized the little boy in front of him as Ma Yuan's son Mingming, but the memory of children is not as good as that of adults. He looked at him with big eyes and looked at him again and again. He felt that Ma Xiaoquan was familiar and yet strange at the same time.
Ma Yuan reached out and touched his son's head and said, "Mingming, come on, call your fourth uncle quickly."
Ma Xiaoquan looked at Mingming with a smile and murmured: "Mingming, my fourth uncle hugged you and fired a double cannon. Have you forgotten?"
Ming Ming blinked, as if something suddenly occurred to him, he dropped the wooden sword in his hand and rushed towards Ma Xiaoquan.
"Uncle Four..."
Ma Xiaoquan knelt down and picked up Mingming. With this hug, he felt that the little guy had become heavier. He couldn't help laughing and said: "Well, he is much stronger than a few years ago and has grown taller. What a good boy. Haha...
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Mingming happily jumped down from Ma Xiaoquan's arms, turned around and picked up the wooden sword, waved it at Ma Xiaoquan and said: "Fourth uncle, let's fight, I will be the Ming army."
"Haha..." Ma Xiaoquan laughed, picked up a wooden stick and pretended to say, "Then I am the bravest general in Nurhachi's camp. Boy, take the move."
Not only was he not afraid, but he shouted and raised his wooden sword and rushed towards Ma Xiaoquan.
The uncle and nephew immediately got into a fight, causing Ma Yuan to laugh.
At this moment, a voice came from not far away.
"Ma Yuan, are you letting your son wield a knife or a gun again?"
The source of this voice was none other than Ma Yuan's wife, Qiao Yu.
Ma Yuan shrugged his shoulders and said as if the matter had nothing to do with him: "It's really not me. Wife, look who's here?"
Qiao Yu stepped forward and saw Ma Xiaoquan who was playing with her son. She was stunned for a moment and casually said two words: "The first generation..."
Fortunately, Qiao Yu reacted quickly and quickly changed his mind: "The clothes of the first generation head of the family, why... why is the fourth son wearing them?"
Ma Yuan was also stunned, and looked at Ma Xiaoquan's clothes. Indeed, the robe he wore was almost exactly the same as the robe in the portrait of the first generation head of the family hanging at home.
"Uh, I don't know about that."
Qiao Yu rolled her eyes at Ma Yuan and thought, Fortunately, I reacted quickly. She looked up at Ma Xiaoquan, who was still playing with her son, and shouted loudly: "Mingming, come here."
Mingming seemed to be very afraid of Qiao Yu. When his mother called out, he stopped and walked to Qiao Yu reluctantly.
Qiao Yu squatted down, wiped the sweat off Mingming's face, and then said to Ma Xiaoquan, "I didn't even say a word when I came."
Ma Xiaoquan chuckled and stepped forward, threw away the small wooden stick in his hand and said, "Hello, second sister-in-law, wasn't I also suddenly appointed by the emperor?"
Qiao Yu stared at Ma Xiaoquan with a look of disbelief, which made Ma Xiaoquan feel guilty.
Fortunately, Ma Yuan stepped forward in time and broke the awkward atmosphere and said: "Okay, little four, let's not talk about it for now. Go sit at my place for a while. Your third brother went out on patrol. He will come back soon. Let us three brothers have a drink."
Cup, haha, long time no see."
Qiao Yu rolled his eyes at Ma Yuan: "Drink, drink, just drink. Have you forgotten the alcohol prohibition issued by General Yuan?"
Ma Yuan chuckled and said, "It's rare for me to come here and have a few drinks secretly, and I will definitely not get drunk."
Qiao Yu snorted and said, "Go and wash your son's face. Look at you as a father."
Ma Yuan nodded heavily, said aloud, picked up Mingming and ran away.
Ma Xiaoquan laughed and said: "My second brother is brave in fighting, but unexpectedly he is still a strict wife, haha..."
"Pah~" Qiao Yu stretched out his hand and hit Ma Xiaoquan on the head, "What did you say? Who cares about him?"
"No, no, hey, no..."
Seeing that there was no one around, Qiao Yu came over and whispered, "Why are you here? Where is Sister Qinghan?"
It was okay not to mention it, but when he mentioned Li Qinghan, Ma Xiaoquan fell silent.
"What's wrong?" Qiao Yu felt that he seemed to have asked questions that he shouldn't have asked.
"Nothing, Qinghan has left."
"Leave?" Qiao Yu looked at Ma Xiaoquan in surprise, "Didn't I ask you to take good care of Sister Qinghan? Why, why did she..."
Qiao Yu thought that Qing Han was gone and that Qing Han was dead. Ma Xiaoquan quickly explained: "No, no, no, I didn't mean that. I meant that Qing Han left without saying goodbye."
"Ah? Leaving without saying goodbye?"
"Hmm~" Ma Xiaoquan nodded, "Grandma has already written to you about Feng'er's death, right?"
Qiao Yu hummed.
"Because of my negligence, Qinghan didn't forgive me, so he left without saying goodbye."
"Hey, you...what do you want me to say about you? But it's okay. Mom knows that you married Sister Qinghan, and she always has a knot in her heart. No matter what, Sister Qinghan is my eldest brother's first wife. Right now
Sister Qinghan is gone, so my mother must not be so entangled anymore. Okay, go see your mother. Although she is not your biological mother, your current identity is still the fourth son of the Ma family. Ma Xiaoquan, I hope you will always treat Ma
As long as the fourth son of the family continues to act, I will not tell anyone your identity."
Ma Xiaoquan nodded, indicating that he understood.
...
In a small courtyard somewhere in Ningyuan, Mother Ma was holding a gourd and a gourd to water the two-point field in front of her. Beside her was the daughter-in-law of Ma Zhi, the third son of the Ma family, Shen Jing.
Qiao Yu appeared and called mother. Ma Mu raised her head and saw Ma Xiaoquan following Qiao Yu.
With a "bang" sound, the gourd and gourd in the mother's hand fell to the ground.
Ma Xiaoquan stepped forward quickly and knelt down in front of Ma Mu: "Mom, the child is unfilial."
Mother Ma held Ma Xiaoquan's shoulders with trembling hands, then touched Ma Xiaoquan's face, shook her head and said, "Quan'er, are you really my Quan'er?"
