The Great Tang: World Martial God

Chang Sun Wuji took Tang Hao for a distance, then looked back and saw that there was no one around before slowly speaking.

"Haoer, you..."

"Stop! Master Changsun, the evidence is not yet conclusive. You should still call my name directly. I'm more comfortable with it."

Seeing his elder Sun Wuji came to confess his relatives again, Tang Hao hurriedly called to stop.

Changsun Wuji sighed softly and said.

"Okay! Let's not talk about this for the time being, let's put it aside, I will ask you, you are now making great contributions to the Tang Dynasty, but you still stand up to the name of the son-in-law in the Li Mansion... You... What's your opinion?"

When talking about the word Zuo Son-in-law, Chang Sun Wuji noticeably paused, observing Tang Hao's unwavering face before continuing to finish.

Tang Hao was completely indifferent, and said lightly.

"It doesn't matter. I won this feat by myself. What can I do with the term "Zhufu"?"

After all, the two generations are humans, and they don't have much liking for the term "Zuofu", and it can't be said that they are particularly resistant.

The eldest grandson Wuji, who was born in a famous family, certainly regarded this status and fame very seriously, but knew that he couldn't persuade Tang Hao, so he had to sigh.

Changsun Wuji stood with his hand holding his hand, looking at the clear sky, and said lightly.

"Your Majesty has given you the status of Viscount. You have to clean the house frequently. After all, it is your own house."

After speaking, he turned around and left.

Tang Hao bowed and saluted and responded.

"Troubled Mrs. Sun."

After leaving the city gate, Tang Hao turned on his horse, walked through the city of Chang'an, and unknowingly walked to Phoenix Street.

Hu Yuelou was right in front.

I remembered drinking and playing the piano here when I was out on the expedition, and it was dazzling for a few months.

Tang Hao slowed down his horse, stared at the gorgeously decorated pavilion in front of him, feeling that time passed by like a white horse.

Hu Yue, who was still lively upstairs, sat in front of an open window on the third floor, looking towards this side.

Tang Hao looked out the window, he recognized this woman.

It is Hu Yuelou oiran, Meng Yuqi.

At this moment, Meng Yuqi was sitting in front of the window, looking into the distance, moving his eyes, knocking to see Tang Hao on the street.

At this moment, Meng Yuqi stayed for a while, and then slowly stood up.

On the delicate jade surface, like a hundred flowers blooming, a smile appeared.

With a slight smile, Bai Meisheng.

Tang Hao straddled Wu Qi, looked up at the woman upstairs, nodded slightly, and smiled back.

Slowly stepped forward and said loudly.

"I remembered that the dream oiran promised me that if he returned in a triumph, he would invite me to drink, but now I don't know whether this promise counts?"

Hearing this, Meng Yuqi was standing in front of the window with a smile on his face, looking at Tang Hao on the long street, Zhu lips lightly opened, and said.

"Naturally, it's just that the general has just returned to the imperial court today. He should be back home and see his wife. Choose a day and the slave family will fulfill their promise."

A clear and beautiful voice came from the window, still familiar and pleasant.

At this moment, another beautiful woman leaned out in the next window and smiled.

"Today, the general triumphantly, shouldn't you write a poem on these happy days?"

With the lead of sound search, the windows on the third floor rushed to open, and the book apartments of Hu Yuelou were leaning against the windows.

"It's a good time for this situation and this scene, the general should compose a poem."

"The Nujia begs the general to write a poem to please him."

Those crisp voices came from Hu Yuelou.

Talented men and beautiful women have been a good talk since ancient times.

Tang Feng is the first-class talent in Chang'an City, and now he has made such an extraordinary achievement that is comparable to the champion. How can such a person not be admired by these women?

Looking up at the clusters of flowers upstairs, Tang Hao smiled slightly.

"Furious, lean on the railing, rest in the rain."

"Look up, look up to the sky and roar, strong and fierce."

"Fifty fame, dust and soil, eight thousand miles, clouds and moon."

"Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sorrowful."

With a strong magnetic voice, it slowly sounded on the long street.

The hustle and bustle of Chang'an streets calmed down at this moment.

Whether it was the girls from Hu Yuelou or the passers-by on the street, they stopped and listened quietly.

The long street should go, and the horse gallops.

Tang Hao looked up at Hu Yuelou, pinched his horse belly, and galloped away, and Xionghong's high voice came again.

"Koryo's shame is still not snowy. When the courtiers hate, when will it be destroyed."

"Driving a long car, stepping through the Helan Mountain."

"The lofty ambition is hungry for meat, laughing and thirsty for drinking barbaric blood."

"Be from scratch, clean up the old mountains and rivers, overturned Que."

A song "Man Jiang Hong" was slightly modified by Tang Hao and chanted.

That vigorous voice echoed over this long street for a long time.

Aspirations hungry for meat, laughed and thirsty to drink barbaric blood.

The quiet Chang'an Street was still quiet, and everyone was reciting this poem silently.

On the long street, looking at the figure of Tang Haoyuan going away, he said with emotion.

"Good one, I am hungry for meat, laughed and thirsty for savage blood! Tang Xiaoqi, really my champion of the Tang Dynasty, Hou Ye!"

Hu Yue upstairs, Meng Yuqi looked at the distant back for a long time.