There was a lot of noise in Chang''an City, and Tang Hao''s deeds of participating in martial arts had already been boiling.

    Most of the people in the city are just interested in the duel between the new enemies. There is little mention of who is the leader of the martial arts this time.

    More people speculate that Tang Hao, a scholar, can''t last three rounds under Zhang Wu''s shooting skills. After all, Zhang Wu must have no reservations when his enemies meet.

    Facing the noise outside the city, Tang Hao in Li''s house was unaware and devoted himself to studying the art of war in his wing room.

    After all, there is not much time. Tang Hao needs to be prepared as soon as possible. This will be his only chance to keep the system and promote himself.

    Tomorrow is the sixth day of August, the day of the test of martial arts.

    In the evening, Li Wanqing sat at the head of the bed and wiped the sword that had not been scabbard for a long time.

    "Creak" the door rang, and Hongfu came in softly.

    Li Wanqing looked up slightly, a trace of surprise flashed on her face, put down her sword and stood up.

    "Mother, why are you here?"

    Hongfu went straight to the bed and sat down with Li Wanqing. Her face was full of love.

    "Wan''er, haven''t you slept yet?"

    After sitting down, she caught a glimpse of the sword at the head of the bed, and the red woman moved in her heart.

    "Now that you''ve married a wife, you''d better not touch these things in the future."

    Hearing the speech, Li Wan''s beautiful eyebrows wrinkled slightly, showing a trace of displeasure on her face.

    "Mother, he and I are just a paper engagement. We two..."

    Speaking of this, there was a blush on his face, so he didn''t go on.

    Hongfu looked in her eyes and fondly touched her daughter''s hair.

    "Wan''er, when you are old, you should think more about some things. It may not be your intention to marry Tang Hao."

    "But now that you two have the status of husband and wife, you have to go there by yourself."

    Seeing her daughter''s silence, Hongfu continued to talk.

    "Wan''er, although Tang Hao is a poor family, his literary talent and martial arts are commendable, at least not so unbearable."

    Speaking of this, Hongfu paused for a long time and sighed.

    "You two have been living apart. I''m afraid Tang Hao really has some skills. At that time, by virtue of his own position in the court hall, carp jumped the dragon''s gate and got some appreciation from the empress. I''m afraid he will prosper in the future and take a few wives and concubines... If you really chill his heart..."

    Hongfu didn''t say any more. She stared out of the window, her eyes full of worry.

    Listening to Hongfu''s nagging, Li Wanqing''s heart tightened. The ideas of the two mothers and daughters were surprisingly similar.

    During this time, Li Wanqing also had fantasies. She also thought about the day when Tang Hao left Li''s house. At that time, she was afraid of embarrassment.

    Li Wanqing secretly glanced at a corner of the armour in the wardrobe, which was sewn by herself for Tang Hao during this time.

    After all, the swords and swords on the martial arts table have no eyes. Although they will not cause life, disability is also common.

    Hongfu touched Li Wan''s white hand and said softly.

    "After all, tomorrow is the martial arts exam. You should take care of him and think more about your future."

    Li Wanqing nodded cleverly and sent Hongfu out of the door.

    Sitting at the head of the bed, Li Wanqing remembered her mother''s instructions, sighed gently, got up, took out a handful of armor clothes sewn in the wardrobe and sat in front of the dressing table.

    Looking at the beating candles on the dresser, my mood is difficult to calm.

    If Tang Hao really had such a day, how would he choose?

    If I treat him like this, will he hold a grudge?

    For a long time, there was no answer. Li Wanqing shook her head and left these thoughts behind.

    "This fool, if he can take the initiative to ask me to accompany the exam tomorrow, I will forgive the hard work I sewed for you this night."

    After that, as if determined, the fine needle in his hand picked the candlelight center and concentrated on sewing under the bright candlelight.

    ……

    The next day.

    Li Wanqing, who had not slept for half a night, got up early, washed and left the club. The servant girls sat alone in front of the dresser combing their hair.

    Although she combed her hair, Li Wanqing''s thoughts were not here, but looked at the door of the next wing through the reflection of a bronze mirror.

    At this time, she frowned and was considering how to reply to Yang Hao''s invitation later.

    If the tone is too light, the husband must think he put down his figure and be a good wife in a low voice.

    But this is not what she wants.

    If the tone is too heavy, if the husband doesn''t dare to invite himself again, it will inevitably make others feel cold in the sky of martial arts.

    For a time, Li Wanqing was particularly tangled. She didn''t know how to say it was easier to be accepted.

    "Creak"

    A glottic sound.

    Li Wanqing''s thoughts were interrupted in an instant, and the footsteps in the next room sounded immediately. Li Wanqing hurriedly sat right in his body, and his heart beat faster. He was inexplicably nervous. He didn''t dare to glance at the wing room. He pretended to be indifferent and fiddled with his hair, waiting for Tang Hao to invite him.

    Tang Hao dressed so hard that he didn''t even look at the wedding room and strode out of the door.

    Li Wanqing was lost for a while. Listening to the distant footsteps, she was angry and patted her horn comb on the dresser.

    "Young master Tang hasn''t left yet. It seems that he has caught up."

    Suddenly a voice came.

    Listening to the familiar voice, Li Wanqing was stunned. She got up and went to the window, opened a gap in the window and looked out.

    If it was her.

    Song Ruoxin.