Female martial arts fanatics only love to fight, while men fight for their lives.

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Although the Queen's birthday has passed, the festive atmosphere still remains.

After Lu Huan returned to Wu'an Marquis Mansion from the palace, he was disturbed as soon as he got some peace and quiet. He stopped working hard in the martial arts training ground, sweating profusely, and took the handkerchief from the servant beside him, vigorously wiping the sweat off his face and neck.

Some of the scars on the naked upper body are fresh, while others are old.

The sweat beads on his skin slid down as he moved, and were then covered by a coat, leaving a few wet marks.

"Are you so impatient? What kind of woman have you found for me?" He put the spear in his hand back into the weapon rack, sat on the bench and drank tea in big gulps.

Zhang Qiao, one of Lu Huan's personal soldiers, felt very sorry for him. "Don't mention anything that you can't show off. You have a bunch of servants at home who can't even have a career in politics. How dare you come before the general? You will only hinder us."

Seeing that Lu Huan agreed with him without saying anything, Zhang Qiao asked the servant, "How about bringing him home directly like before? I will go and see what he looks like now!"

The servant hurriedly held Zhang Qiao, with beads of sweat dripping down his face. "Sir! He didn't come! He didn't come! The old lady really found someone who is good in every aspect this time. She was afraid that you would be unhappy, so she asked you to take a look first..."

If it succeeds, it will naturally be a good thing. If it fails, it will not hurt the reputation of each family.

The last time they urged Lu Huan to get married, they were still too hasty, which made Lu Huan rebellious. They dared not to offend Lu Huan again.

"Not bad..." Zhang Qiao crossed his arms, "Tell me about your family background, appearance, height, official rank, and personality."

After the servant lowered his head to report the woman's situation, Lu Huan said to Zhang Qiao in a nonchalant tone, "You care more about my marriage than I do."

He asked the waiter, "Since we want to see each other, where should we meet?"

The servant conveyed the old lady's intention, "Master Yu Qianhua, the Junior Secretary of the Imperial Household Department, will hold a banquet tomorrow. You can meet her. If she likes you, then the matter will be settled."

This means that the woman is already stable, it just depends on his attitude.

Lu Huan waved his hand to show that he understood, but Zhang Qiao touched his chin with one hand and looked dissatisfied. He came close to Lu Huan and said,

"She is only a censor, of a lower rank. But she is a legitimate imperial examiner, and although her family is poor, she has no one around her, which is good... Sir, do you really want to meet her?"

Lu Huan did not comment, loosened the wristband around his wrist, and did not seem to take it too seriously.

"Her mother is an editor in the Imperial Academy and a noble person. She has a very good reputation in Beijing. She seems to be a good person. Why not go?"

Lu Huan looked resigned to his fate and raised his head to ask him with amusement, "You don't like it?"

Zhang Qiao said hesitantly, "I am just a small deputy envoy. How dare I look down on her? I just think she is not worth it for you. You obviously deserve better."

As soon as Lu Huan heard this, he knew that he had found the "right" one for him, and asked, "Why, you have followed me to meet many big men in the capital these days, which one caught your eye?"

“Hehe, how dare I, how dare I.” Zhang Qiao clasped his hands and begged for mercy. “It is because of you that I have been able to meet so many great men. There is no one that I cannot look up to. Every one of them is wise, brave, and extraordinary…”

Lu Huan raised his eyebrows. "Come on, just say it. If you think she's not good enough for me, then who should I choose?"

Zhang Qiao leaned close to his ear and said, "Then I will definitely agree with what you said."

He clenched his fist and hit it in his palm, "I think that the relationship between you and that person in front of the imperial procession that day -" He winked and refused to say who it was, but they both knew, "was not bad."

"She is a skilled martial artist, and has no other men around her. It is said that the birthday gift presented to Your Majesty was written by her herself. It seems that she is a man of both civil and military abilities."

Zhang Qiao also praised his own general, "Look, he is a perfect match for you. If you are lucky enough to meet him, we will be able to kill the enemies in the Northern Desert and make them cry for their parents..."

He was still enjoying his fantasy, but Lu Huan's words brought him back to reality, "She is the Duke of Zhenguo. Do you think that I am connected to her? Who is entering whose house?"

This……

Zhang Qiao hesitated and said, "There's no need to force this. Just go wherever you like..."

Anyway, the people in his hometown don't have these rules. They are too particular about trivial matters in their lives. What's the point?

"She is His Majesty's favorite, how could His Majesty be willing to let her go to my Northern Desert?" Lu Huan suppressed his thoughts one by one.

"Besides, do you think no one is watching the seat next to her? There will definitely not be only one person around her in the future."

Not to mention those far away, even His Majesty’s younger brother, Prince Hanhai, and the talented and famous Li Huaiqing in the palace, aren’t they all looking at her?

He didn't want to compete with the royal family for his wife.

Zhang Qiao was brought back to reality by Lu Huan's words. He sighed, "What a pity... But General, you are already the Marquis of Wu'an, so don't underestimate yourself. If you like, you can fight for it..."

What a pity to miss it──

Lu Huan lowered his eyes and said, "Who said I like you? I've only met you a few times, how can I say I like you?"

"Oh, oh, that's good." Zhang Qiao still felt regretful and his voice was weak.

"Then I will have someone draft a memorial and send it to Yu Mansion, and iron the clothes you will wear tomorrow."

After saying that, he slipped out to do something busy, leaving Lu Huan alone sitting on a bench beside the martial arts training ground, staring at the tea in a daze.

One is a civil official, the other is a military official. They support and cooperate with each other. This is a common marriage among most official families in the capital.

He should be too.

Lu Huan told himself in his heart that if the man's character was acceptable and he hadn't made any unforgivable mistakes, it wouldn't be a bad idea to get married to him.

After all - he is indeed quite old.

He has fought hard for his life to reach his current position.

But for a stable and peaceful future, I have to be content with mediocrity and spend the rest of my life with someone who has a worse family background and whom I can control.

He was still young, but thinking about his future aging, it seemed that everything could be seen in someone's house in the capital.

He once thought himself to be great, but in reality he was just an insignificant speck of dust among the vast number of living beings.

"How boring." He laughed at himself.

The capital is a cage that he has to return to on his own initiative. If he has no ties to the capital, will His Majesty be at ease with him?

He lived a life of respect and courtesy with a woman he didn't care about. He lived in the northern desert for a long time while she stayed in the capital. They lived their own lives and had their own thoughts.

This muddled life seemed like a picture book of life that had already been sketched out. He sang along like an actor, not knowing who he was singing for.

Does he really want to live like this?

Lu Huan suddenly felt irritated. He stood up, tore off his clothes and threw them away, then strode towards the bathroom.

"Prepare some water! I want to take a bath!"

The warm water couldn't quench the restlessness in his chest, so he sank into the bathtub, hoping to sober up.

When the air in his lungs ran out, he suddenly came out of the water, his black hair covering his face, and he put his hand behind his head.

Forget it, let’s wait and see tomorrow.