"Husband, I..." Bai Qiaoqiao suddenly spoke, but wanted to speak but stopped. Li Mu glanced at her and said, "You and I, what's the matter, can't you say?"

"It's nothing," Bai Qiaoqiao pursed her lips and said, "It's about Gensheng. The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and Siwen's brother-in-law will come, but Gensheng hasn't come back. His parents didn't say it, but I can see that they are all thinking about it."

"Oh," Li Mu smiled and said, "That's my negligence. But this is not a big deal. Just ask Siwen directly."

"Oh, I..." Bai Qiaoqiao pulled Li Mu's sleeve and said coquettishly: "You'd better ask."

"When you are sister-in-law, why can't you let go?" Li Mu saw that Bai Qiaoqiao was so anxious, so he had to agree. In fact, this matter was indeed his negligence. Bai Gensheng is Bai Qiaoqiao's younger brother and his own brother-in-law. He should care more about his brother-in-law.

Suddenly, Li Mu saw Li Zhien's expression and asked, "What's wrong with you? During the Chinese New Year, do you think of your relatives?"

"No," Li Zhien shook his head, the smile on his face was not strange at all, making Li Mu wonder if he had read it wrong just now.

"I was wondering what I didn't buy during the Chinese New Year. I planned to buy it with Xiaozhu tomorrow. I was a little confused."

"Oh." This reason is understandable, but Li Mu still feels that Li Zhien has something to do and can't explain it clearly is just an intuition.

The food was almost done, so the maid came over to clean up the food in the front yard. Li Mu picked up Pangda and put it on his lap, took it over and fed it to him. This guy was so scoundrel. No matter how much he gave him food during the meal, it was all considered snacks. When he was eating, he still ate a lot, otherwise how could he be as fat as a ball?

Bai Qiaoqiao went to take a shower, and Li Zhien also got up to take stock of the goods. Li Mu sat alone in the yard feeding Pangda, looking a little lonely. Suddenly, a gust of fragrant wind, Li Mu looked up and saw Wang Ou, pulled the chair next to her closer, and signaled her to sit down.

Wang Ou sat next to Li Mu. Pang Da smelled the smell of Wang Ou and couldn't help but get closer.

When Li Mu saw Pangda's appearance, he was a little jealous, and patted his butt and said, "Boy, this is your mother, her man is your father, so don't have any ideas about you!"

Wang Ou laughed, pushed Li Mu, and said, "You, you are not serious."

Li Mu leaned on Wang Ou's shoulder and said, "Why are you not serious? You are speaking on the surface so that you won't be able to explain it clearly in the future. You are my woman, no matter whether it is a human or a beast, you have to retreat. Whoever dares to provoke you will see how I deal with him."

Wang Ou knew what Li Mu meant, and smiled, and said nothing. She glanced at Li Mu, deliberately distorted the conversation, and said, "Langjun, I heard from Zhien, are you two going to get married during the Lantern Festival?"

"Yes." Li Mu nodded, told Wang Ou all the causes and consequences of the matter, and said, "I have discussed with you before you have nothing to do, don't be angry."

"Why am I angry about?" Wang Ou smiled and said, "Zhi En is ahead of me. If you get married with her earlier, I can also get a little earlier... I am not blaming you when I come today, I want to ask, when is the two of us-"

"Um..." Li Mu pondered. To be honest, he really didn't think about this problem. Because his original plan was to consider other women's affairs after Bai Qiaoqiao became pregnant. But in the end, it was not implemented according to his original plan, and Wang Ou's affairs were even more difficult. When he met Yang Fei last time, Li Mu had already learned about Li Shimin's degree of obsession with Wang Ou. If his relationship with Wang Ou was exposed now, Li Mu would not be confident that he would be fine.

A man who is in love can do anything.

Seeing Li Mu in a dilemma, Wang Ou could understand. After all, she was not a teenage girl, and she was blinded by her head when she fell in love. In addition to her age and maturity, she also had a calm mind and calmness in the face of change.

Wang Ou gently held Li Mu's arm and said, "Lang, I was a miserable person. I thought my life would be like this. Sooner or later, the ancient Buddha of Qinglan was with me and ended up with this rest of my life. It was not until I met you that I had hope. In fact, I don't care about my status, as long as you can treat me sincerely. Even if you don't get married, it doesn't matter."

Li Mu shook his head and said, "You are okay, but I can't do it. I am a man. If I can't even give my own woman a title, how can I talk about being upright? I must give you a title, but I can't deny that I am not strong enough now. I can't be sure whether what I have done now can be worthy in His Majesty's heart..."

"I really don't care." Wang Ou's eyes locked on Li Mu's face and said sincerely: "I know you love me and pity me. All this is for me. But Langjun, do you know? Seeing you so tired, my heartache has exceeded my desire for status. I would rather be idle with you than deal with various forces to charge for Li Shimin. Lang, you have me in your heart, and we will be the same if you don't have a status. If you don't have me in your heart, what can you do with status? I came to tell you today that after you get married with Zhien, we...we will be together. I don't want any status. I just want to be with you sooner. I...I want to have a baby for you."

By the time he spoke the last sentence, Wang Ou was blushing to his ears, and his voice was so low that he could hardly hear it.

Li Mu could understand Wang Ou's worry because she was already 32 years old. In this era, 32 years old is already quite old. If you don't have children, it will be a very difficult thing to have children in the future. It is not that you can't give birth, it is very dangerous. In this era, there is no conditions for surgery, so difficult labor is about death.

Li Mu thought for a while and said, "On the wedding night, when the title of the Golden List is a gull, let's do this, the day we get married will be the time when I get the title of the Golden List is a gull. By then, the valley will be built. Let's build a small courtyard, and we only have you and me, drink a glass of wine, and the heaven and earth are the proof, and get married. Do you think it's good?"

"Yeah!" Wang Ou nodded without hesitation and said, "My husband must count on his words, and I'll do it like this. I'll prepare now."

As he said that, he was about to get up. Li Mu grabbed her hand and said, "Why are you in a hurry? There is still some time left. Besides, aren't you worried that I won't pass the exam?"

"How could a husband fail the exam? Who can compare with those mediocre talents with his husband?"

Li Mu was stunned for a moment when he heard this, thinking that he should not be so arrogant. There are people outside of others and there is heaven outside of heaven. Maybe even if he loses his head, he thought to himself, and Wang Ou said something reasonable. His strength is here, and he is not allowed to be low-key. If anyone can surpass himself, unless he is also a time traveler, otherwise, with the ancient Chinese poems he recited from elementary school to high school, plus the baptism of the mid-term and final mid-term high school entrance exam, it would be a bit difficult for anyone to pass himself.

Thinking of this, Li Mu was immediately full of enthusiasm: "I have nothing to say. The top scorer in this imperial examination is the only one I am!"

"But..." Wang Ou suddenly changed his tone, Li Mu couldn't help frowning and said, "But what? Do you have no confidence in me?"

"Of course it's not without confidence." Wang Ou hurriedly explained, "It's just your husband, you have to be more careful. The Ministry of Rites has always been doing the preparation for the imperial examination. The Ministry of Rites is all gentry. Whether it is bound by Shandong gentry, Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Hetao and other prominent families, there are all people in the Ministry of Rites. If you make a mortal hatred with Shandong gentry, although they are not in line with Shandong gentry, they are also in the same spirit. They naturally understand the principle that the lips and teeth are cold. I am afraid that if you participate in the imperial examination this time, they will unite to stop it."

"Can they be so despicable?" Li Mu was stunned and said angrily: "My strength is here. Can they still tamper with my article?"

"It's not like that." Wang Ou seemed to have learned about this specifically and said, "Husband, they will not tamper with your articles. But they will do a little trick in evaluating the test papers. There are so many candidates, Your Majesty cannot mark all the papers in person. They are all produced by the Ministry of Rites and the Imperial College, first and then divided into three or six. If they put your papers in the second grade when evaluating, then their husbands will not be able to win the top scorer."

"Does I be a vegetarian?" Li Muhen said: "If they dare to do this, I will not let them live a good life. I will question those who score the rating in front of all officials, why can't my article be evaluated first? If I can't give an explanation, I will burn their house and break their legs!"

"Husband," Wang Ou looked at Li Mu's childishness and said helplessly: "There is no very strict standard for review. Different personal preferences and different angles of review are naturally different. If someone is unified, it will be of no use to say that your article is not good. After all, the quality of the article is good and bad, after all, the aristocrats have the final say."

"Um..." Li Mu understood what Wang Ou meant. This was actually a matter of right to speak. The gentry who had the right to speak said that your article was good, that was good, and your article was bad. This was just like the so-called "art circle" in his previous life. Some so-called painters could auction millions of dollars when drawing a circle on white paper. Because they were artists, the ones they painted were called "abstract", but students who painted oil paintings like photos could not even make money for paint. Who told you to draw so well or paint so well? It would be better to take a camera and have no room for imagination.
Chapter completed!