Martial Sage

The soldiers were frolicking, and Tang Hao was not idle either.

Amidst the frolicking, I saw a soldier approaching him with his arm.

Tang Hao glanced, his face flushed and sweating profusely, as if he had some signs of heatstroke.

Without questioning, he touched the soldier's head, scorching hot, and seeing the appearance of weak limbs and soft hands and feet, Tang Hao concluded that it must be caused by heat stroke.

"Help him to lie down well."

Then he greeted Cheng Chumo, who was holding a whip and showing off his might.

"Order to go down, adjust some salt and sugar water, make a few more pots, with mung bean soup, let some uncomfortable soldiers pour it down."

"The summer is hot, the training volume is large, and if you don't relieve the heat, you will have big problems sooner or later."

Hearing Tang Hao's relaxed words, Cheng Chumo's chin almost fell to the ground.

Although icing sugar is not a rare item in Datang, it is expensive.

Tang Hao's barracks have been all over the place since then, from ice to the magical medicine alcohol to the icing.

"Master Hou, this icing is expensive, is it..."

Before he finished speaking, Tang Hao patted Cheng Chumo on the shoulder and said.

"These are all hopes for us to expand the territory of Datang and rush forward with our heads."

"A little bit of icing and this life, which one is more important?"

"Don't let these brethren of us taste everything in the end, because the military is not enough, just report to the Ministry of War."

Although Cheng Chumo is the son of the Lord of the Country, he has been poor since he was a child and has become accustomed to it.

Although he is a little hesitant now, after hearing Tang Hao's truth, he no longer said more, nodded, and went down to prepare.

After finishing all this, night has fallen.

With Xingyue above his head, Tang Hao got into the carriage and embarked on the return journey back home.

At this time, it was the curfew, and the streets of the imperial city were empty, leaving only the warm lights of thousands of houses.

From time to time in the house, the people laughed and noisy, adding a lot of warmth to this tranquility.

Through the gap between the curtains, I saw the marquis mansion brightly lit from a distance, and the two wives were looking forward to it in front of the mansion.

The warm scene made Tang Hao's heart warm.

Jumping out of the carriage, Tang Hao greeted the two wives and walked towards the mansion.

Li Wanqing mumbled as he went to the barracks, the delay was so long.

Princess Changle pursed her lips and chuckled, but said nothing.

When he walked into the courtyard, Tang Hao realized that the courtyard was completely new. Some of the old green plants had been replaced with new pots. The lanterns held under the eaves at the end of the year were pasted with red paper again.

Looking at the two ladies, Tang Hao was quite suspicious.

"Can there be a grand festival recently?"

"Or something happy in our mansion?"

Thoughts flew down, and the two hands resting on Jade's shoulders squeezed gently, and a smirk was gathered in the faces of the two of them.

"Is it possible that the two women are happy? The mansion will be added?"

As he said, he removed his palms from the jade shoulders of the two of them, and touched them towards their abdomen.

Snapped.

One palm knocked out the wretched palm.

Li Wanqing scolded.

"It's shameless, there is no right to shake the sky,"

Under the moonlight, Princess Changle blushed, looked at Li Wanqing, and leaned in Tang Hao's ear to remind her softly.

"In a few days, it will be the birthday of Wanqing Big Sis."

Tang Hao suddenly realized that it was because of this that he had cleaned the mansion.

It seems that this hour of the person who can't remember the favorite is like a heinous event.

In the moonlight, I saw Li Wanqing's angrily face, as if he had committed an unforgivable crime.

With a soft cough, Tang Hao pulled out a smiling face and said.

"Good thing!"

"Tomorrow I will invite some friends, and we will hold a family banquet and a big banquet to celebrate Wan'er's birthday."

Li Wanqing squeezed her mouth.

"Huh! I can't even remember the birthday of my own lady, no matter if this banquet is not held."

Stomping her feet, Li Wanqing turned her head away, with an unhappy expression on her face.

Princess Changle stepped forward, took Li Wanqing's arm, and said with relief.

"My husband has been busy since he returned home, and he must have remembered the birthday of Big Sis."

"It's just in a hurry these days that I haven't had time to mention it."

While speaking, he winked at Tang Hao.

In response to Princess Changle's big blinking eyes, Tang Hao stood tall, glanced at the sulking Li Wanqing, and said.

"Yes! How can I forget Wan'er's birthday!"

"For this, I also prepared a gift."

Hearing the gift, Li Wanqing's eyes flashed with light, and she turned her head slightly and glanced at Tang Hao, who was empty-handed, her mouth slumped.

"Don't be ashamed!"

"It's okay if you haven't prepared, let's cheat!"

While speaking, Li Wanqing intervened and put her hands on her chest, her head raised higher, as if she didn't believe it at all.

Even though his words were like this, his heart was tickled by Tang Hao's words, and he turned his head slightly from time to time, wanting to see what kind of surprise Tang Hao could bring.

Tang Hao rubbed his chin, frowned, and said lightly.

"Princess Datang, I am Tang Hao's wife again, this gift must be extraordinary!"

"It's just that some of these people don't seem interested..."

"It seems that this gift can't be given out so easily..."

Almost in an instant, Li Wanqing remembered Tang Hao's so-called gift.

Copybooks from the Yu Mansion, poems from the Taiji Hall, and piano music from Yijiaoweiqin on the birthday of Princess Changle!

Most of Tang Hao's so-called gifts were the sale of the empty glove white wolf!

At this moment, they are still empty-handed, and they are not ashamed to say that it is a special gift, and that's 80% of them!

Li Wanqing snorted and walked forward without looking back.

"Qinqi, calligraphy and painting, don't use it to fool me."

"This general, it's not rare..."

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