Tang Hao took his horse back to the house. After eating, he was stuffy in the house and began to think about the horseshoe.


    It''s not difficult. A smooth horseshoe shaped iron plate is hollowed out in the middle and nailed to the horseshoe with nails.


    Tang Hao''s worry is not whether he can do it, but how to promote it after it is done.


    For an object that the people of the Tang Dynasty have never seen before, it should be used on their horses that can survive.


    It is estimated that the rude act of nailing to the horse''s paw is enough to frighten these people of the Tang Dynasty.


    Just as Tang Hao was thinking, the housekeeper came in.


    "Sir, there are people from the princess''s house and an invitation."


    Sheriff''s house?


    And an invitation?


    Hearing the speech, Tang Hao was puzzled.


    The so-called Prince is nothing more than Li Xiaogong, the prince of Hejian.


    Except that last incident in northern territory had something to do with the Li Xiaogong, it had nothing to do with the him on weekdays.


    Tang Hao was not surprised if other families sent invitations, but Tang Hao was puzzled by the invitation sent by the princess''s house.


    "Please."


    Although he was full of doubts, Tang Hao invited the people who sent the invitation from the prince''s house in accordance with the etiquette.


    The woman in charge of the family said.


    "Promise."


    Then he turned and left the house.


    Soon, a servant in royal clothes came in slowly.


    When the servant entered the house, he bowed and saluted politely.


    "Tang Xianzi, a domestic slave, was ordered by Mr. Li to send an invitation to Tang Xianzi. I hope Tang Xianzi can attend the appointment on time."


    Childe Li?


    Isn''t that Li Hui?


    The prince''s son, who had met him in Huyue building, would send himself an invitation?


    Looking at the invitation presented by the servant''s hands, Tang Hao was stunned, slightly frowned, slowly took over the invitation, opened the fire paint and looked through it.


    The vigorous and powerful font is introduced into the eyes, which seems to penetrate the back of the paper.


    He reads like a man, just like Li Hui. Although he is Confucian, elegant and handsome, his words and deeds reveal a kind of dignity everywhere.


    A moment later, Tang Hao put away the invitation.


    Li Hui invited himself to the poetry meeting, and it''s still tonight!


    Although I don''t know why Li Hui invited himself, Tang Hao was never afraid of the occasion of the poetry club.


    Tang Hao took the invitation card, looked at the servant of the princess''s house and asked.


    "I wonder who your host invited?"


    The servant bowed in reply.


    "The aristocratic sons and ladies of all the aristocratic families have invitations."


    "Childe Li has an order. This invitation must be sent to tangxianzi personally, but at noon, tangxianzi is not in your house..."


    Tang Hao smiled and waved his hand.


    "It doesn''t matter. Go back and tell your childe that Tang must be on time."


    The servant was overjoyed, bowed down and turned out of the house.


    Tang Hao looked at the invitation in his hand and thought for a moment. He was too lazy to change his clothes and went to the princess''s house alone.


    When Tang Hao arrived at the prince''s house, dozens of carriages had parked outside the house.


    And these carriages, all three or four, apparently participated in the poetry meeting, either from the Marquis''s house or the Duke''s house.


    In Chang''an City, where powerful aristocratic families are everywhere, there are so many Viscount like Tang Hao.


    After the bodyguards checked the invitation, Tang Hao entered.


    After walking through the corridors and two gardens, Tang Hao finally arrived at the place where the poetry fair was held under the guidance of the servants in the prefectural palace.


    Hundreds of lanterns are scattered everywhere, and the lights on the huge field are bright as day.


    The poles hanging lanterns are also tightly wrapped with brocade. Tables and chairs are scattered beside the huge open space, and exquisite wine and dishes are placed on the table. The fragrance overflows all over the audience.


    Looking at the luxury of the poetry fair, Tang Hao not only smacked his tongue.


    "Your boy is finally willing to show up. You will come to the poetry meeting."


    While talking, he put a palm on Tang Hao''s shoulder and said with a smile.


    Hearing this familiar, Tang Hao smiled, turned to look at the comer and said with a smile.


    "Hey! I''ve been soaking in Dali temple every day recently. I want to relax and go to Huyue building and flower wine every day, but the conditions are not allowed."


    Chumo patted Tang Hao on the shoulder and said with emotion.


    "Brother Tang, in just a few days, you have been promoted to a new official, and the gap between us has widened. It''s really beyond my reach."


    Speaking of this, Cheng chumerton paused and said.


    "Brother Tang, I''ve heard that you are powerful in Dali temple."


    After listening, Tang Hao smiled helplessly.


    Tang Hao knows best whether he is powerful or not.


    In the past few days, I replaced several secretaries in Dali temple, and hurt the Dali Temple Cheng today. This action obviously stopped in Dali temple, but the powerful forces after these official positions may make some moths.


    Behind the brilliance, the undercurrent of these powerful families is surging.


    However, for Chumo, when he first returned to Chang''an, he was granted by the king of Tang. Tang Hao became a general of Ningyuan, and he became a general of Rangers.


    Originally, Tang Hao and he were only one grade apart. Chumo wondered how he could catch up with Tang Hao.


    Within a few days, Tang Hao changed and became the founder of Dali temple under the fifth grade! The gap became unreachable again.


    Chumo feels envious when he thinks of this place.


    People are more angry than people.


    Chumo sweeps around for a week, looks at Tang Hao thoughtfully, and raises an eyebrow to indicate somewhere.


    "Isn''t that your wife? Why? Aren''t you going to say something?"


    Hearing Chumo''s teasing, Tang Haobai glances at Chumo. It''s really a pot that doesn''t open.


    Tang Hao can''t tell the reason why he can''t go back to Li''s house, and he can''t show his ruthlessness towards Li''s house.


    At this time, the last thing Tang Hao wanted to meet was Li Wanqing. It was troublesome and embarrassing to explain.