I started out with seven husbands, and I worked hard to support my family while crying.

Chapter 546: A Marriage Proposal by a Scholar and a Martial Artist?

A fleeting hint of joy flashed in Murong Changqing's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure, nodded slightly, and smiled gently, saying, "It's good that it's over, Xiaoxiao. You'll meet better people in the future. There are plenty of fish in the sea, why be hung up on just one?" He gently patted Fang Xiaoxiao's shoulder to comfort her.

Long Jinyan stepped forward, looking at Fang Xiaoxiao with unwavering determination in his eyes. He slightly raised his chin and said earnestly, "Xiaoxiao, I said I would take care of you from now on, and I will never break my promise. If anyone dares to bully you, I will be the first to object." His voice was deep and powerful, as if he were declaring his protection to the whole world.

Zhou Wenjian frowned slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, as if he still couldn't quite believe it, but he still said, "Since that's the case, then that's good. I hope you can really let go of the past and start anew. However, I still can't quite understand how the Crown Prince could be so heartless." He shook his head slightly, a look of confusion on his face.

Watching everyone's reactions, Li Wan'er gently tugged at Fang Xiaoxiao's hand and said with a smile, "Xiaoxiao, look how much everyone cares about you. Now that you've let go, you can help me find my Mr. Right. I'm counting on you." Her face held a hint of coquettishness.

Looking at the people around her, Fang Xiaoxiao felt a surge of warmth in her heart. She nodded gently, a long-lost smile appearing on her face, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Yes, I will. We should also think of a way to help Wan'er find a husband."

With Wan'er's excellent qualities, she's sure to find a perfect husband.

So everyone sat around the stone table in the courtyard and began to discuss finding a husband for Li Wan'er, and the atmosphere in the courtyard gradually became lively.

The group sat around the stone table, the atmosphere both lively and tense. Fang Xiaoxiao frowned slightly, her fingers tapping lightly on the table, racking her brains for a clever plan to find a good husband for Li Wan'er.

Li Wan'er looked worried, her head was down, her fingers unconsciously tugging at the hem of her skirt, her eyes filled with confusion and expectation for her future husband.

Just then, Long Jinyan suddenly stood up, his movements so swift that they created a gust of wind that nearly blew the tea set off the table.

With his hands on his hips, chest puffed out, and a confident smile on his face, he loudly proclaimed, "In my opinion, how about we hold a martial arts contest to find a husband!"

How convenient and straightforward! It finds Wan'er a perfect husband and also conveniently provides her with a highly skilled bodyguard. From now on, no one will dare bully Wan'er when she goes out!"

After saying that, Long Jinyan took a few steps back, loosened his wrists and ankles, and his joints made a "crackling" sound. His eyes were sharp as an eagle's, and with a loud shout, he quickly unleashed a set of powerful punches.

His punches were powerful and swift, each one carrying a fierce momentum. His footwork was agile and varied, like a swimming dragon.

Immediately afterwards, he flashed forward and kicked a large rock next to him.

With a loud "boom," the stone shattered into pieces, sending fragments flying everywhere.

Long Jinyan withdrew his attack, tossed his head triumphantly, crossed his arms, and looked at the crowd provocatively, as if to say, "See? This is the power of martial arts!"

Murong Changqing was holding a teacup, sipping her tea gently, when she saw Long Jinyan's flamboyant behavior and almost choked on her tea.

He put down his teacup, rubbed his forehead in exasperation, and slowly stood up, his face full of disdain.

He straightened his long robe and said slowly, "Long Jinyan, your idea is really too crude."

What kind of decorum is it to hold a martial arts contest to choose a husband?

"What if we recruit only brutes who know nothing but swords and knives, illiterate and foul-mouthed? How could they be worthy of a refined young lady like Wan'er?"

Murong Changqing walked around in front of everyone with his hands behind his back, shaking his head as he said, "In my opinion, poetry and songs are still the right way to go."

Organize a poetry competition so that talented people can make friends through literature and showcase their talents and cultivation.

During this process, Wan'er can also observe carefully to see whose poetry is more charming, whose speech is more elegant, and whose character is more upright.

Only a husband chosen in this way can be a perfect match for Wan'er, a harmonious and respectful couple.

Upon hearing Murong Changqing's words, Long Jinyan's eyes widened like copper bells, and he retorted loudly, "Hmph, what do you know!"

Those pedantic scholars who only know how to write and paint are powerless and can't even protect themselves when they encounter danger, so how can they protect Wan'er?

I think you've become stupid from studying too much; you don't understand the dangers of this world!

Murong Changqing's face turned bright red. He was so angry that he was trembling all over. He pointed at Long Jinyan and said, "You rude man, you are simply unreasonable! A person's talent and cultivation are the most important things."

With these skills, even someone completely defenseless can resolve a crisis through wisdom and strategy. All you know is fighting and killing; you're utterly foolish!

Ouyang Tuoba listened to the argument between the two, his brows furrowed, caught in a dilemma.

He glanced at Long Jinyan, then at Murong Changqing, opening his mouth as if to say something, but unsure how to offer any advice. Finally, he sighed helplessly, looked at Fang Xiaoxiao, and said, "Xiaoxiao, tell me quickly, these two are each sticking to their own version of events, what should we do?"

Zhou Wenjian chimed in, "Yes, both the martial arts contest for marriage and the poetry competition have their advantages and disadvantages. The martial arts contest can select those with high martial arts skills, but their cultural literacy may not be up to par; the poetry competition can select talented individuals, but there are concerns that they may be too weak in literature. It's really a headache!"

Fang Xiaoxiao watched Long Jinyan and Murong Changqing arguing heatedly, rubbed her temples, and frowned slightly. She pondered for a moment, then glanced at everyone before clearing her throat and saying, "Both of you, stop arguing. Actually, both of your ideas have merit, but they're somewhat one-sided. Why don't we combine the two? First, hold a poetry competition to select talented individuals, then have a simple martial arts contest among them. This way, we can ensure my husband is talented while also having some self-defense skills—wouldn't that be perfect?"

Li Wan'er, who was initially annoyed by the argument between the two, brightened up immediately upon hearing Fang Xiaoxiao's words. She clapped her hands and exclaimed, "Xiaoxiao, you're so clever! This is a great idea; now I can find a perfect husband who is both scholarly and martial!"