Hard to be a good wife

Not long after staying in the pharmacy, Prince Zhao's guards came back and brought the news Tang Yue wanted.

However, the man who was big and rough didn't say it directly to the public carefully, but whispered in his master's ear.

Tang Yue knew something was wrong when he saw this posture. The real culprit behind this scene might have something to do with His Highness the Crown Prince, otherwise why hide it?

Sure enough, Prince Zhao frowned slightly, with a puzzled and dignified expression, "It's him?"

Tang Yue didn't think of this "he" as "she" for a while, and asked, "Is it for you?"

Prince Zhao hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Let this matter be handled by Gu?"

Tang Yue had nothing to be unhappy about, since he caused the trouble, he naturally had to deal with it, not to mention the person who dared to fight against Prince Zhao, he was not high enough to challenge him, right?

Tang Yue didn't direct his thoughts to political struggle at all, forgetting that there is a terrible creature called love rival in this world.

For the next three days, Tang Yue would report to the pharmacy on time every day, occasionally receiving a few patients with trauma, and treating patients who were not surgical patients together with several other doctors.

"The situation is much better today, and the scab will heal after three days of medicine, but you must eat liquid food within a month, otherwise your grandson will be very painful when he goes to the latrine." Tang Yue changed the medicine for the child who was treated on the first day , asked him a few words.

The other party had already woken up, lying on the bed with a numb expression, letting Tang Yue fiddle with him, his eyes were not bright at all.

Tang Yue thought of a word: Heart is like ashes.

He has seen quite a few patients like this. In his previous career, some of the patients who were brought in had attempted suicide. Their expressions and eyes were like this, as if their souls had been pulled out of their bodies, and they had no interest in life.

Tang Yue is not a psychiatrist, he can't cure spiritual diseases, he can only stimulate their emotional nerves as much as possible.

"Your grandfather is getting old, and he traveled a long distance to bring you to Yecheng for medical treatment. I'm afraid he begged many doctors to send you here. He doesn't have enough food and clothing, and the weather is so cold. Only wearing thin single clothes, wishing to put all the fabrics on you, what is the reason for, isn’t it just that you want to live? If you feel that life has no meaning to live, you might as well live for him and wait for him to die It’s not too late for you to follow, otherwise how can you be worthy of his suffering?”

The old man covered his eyes and choked up sobbing. He threw himself on the bed and said, "Baby...you must be fine. If you are not here, what is the point of grandfather being alive?"

Seeing the boy's eyeballs rolling a few times, Tang Yue sighed and said, "I don't know where you are from. Since you have already left that place, and no acquaintance knows you, why do you care about what happened to you before? Don't use It is the most stupid to punish yourself and your loved ones for other people's mistakes. There is one more thing I have to tell you, my pharmacy only provides free free consultation for three days. Starting tomorrow, all your treatment and medical expenses will be paid by yourself. If you insist on dying, you can only rely on your grandfather to pay off the debt."

The boy glanced at his grandfather. The old man was already gray-haired and haggard. As the saying goes, he has already stepped into the coffin with one leg. How can he pay off his debts?

He propped his face and buried it in his arms, his shoulders shrugged and twitched. Tang Yue breathed a sigh of relief when a suppressed cry came from below.

It's good if he can cry, at least it shows that he still has emotions.

"Thank you, son, for your great kindness!" The old man knelt down and kowtowed, and suddenly put a hand on his back, skinny but extremely firm.

The old man raised his head, the grandpa and grandson looked at each other, and immediately burst into tears.

Tang Yue left space for them. He made half of the room in the backyard a ward, and let the two of them live here for the next few days. Let's talk about it after they recover.

He can't take in every homeless person. This is a pharmacy, not a shelter.

After the three-day free clinic, the business of the pharmacy was not very good or bad. It was mediocre. Medicines are very expensive in this era, and doctors are even more expensive to see a doctor.

On the contrary, several noble families sent invitations to Tang Yue, openly treating guests, secretly inviting him to see a doctor, making it look shameful.

However, he really discovered a few unseen illnesses. Unfortunately, he is really powerless as a surgeon.

Everyone knew that he was going to marry into the prince's mansion soon, and they didn't dare to offend him, but rumors gradually spread in the market: the so-called miracle doctor is actually just a waste of fame.

Tang Yue just smiled when he heard this, he never thought he was a miracle doctor, not in modern times, not even in ancient times.

This is also good, that is, fewer people come to him for medical treatment, which makes him a lot more free.

But even if this is not the case, he should be busy with his own affairs. The Hou Mansion has already started to get busy with his wedding.

The entire Hou Mansion was redecorated for this great event, in the words of the old lady: "It's been more than ten years since I went home to hold a wedding for my grandchildren. "

Although I occasionally think about whether my grandson will marry or not, I feel a little sad, but the old man's mentality is not bad, and he is not too sad.

Mrs. Hou's wife Zhao's mood is much more complicated. On the one hand, she is happy because Tang Yue is less of a threat;

You must know that she used to think that it would be a great honor for her daughter to be Prince Zhao's side concubine. Now that Tang Yue is not only married, but also a concubine, why not make people envious and jealous?

Especially seeing the boxes of bride price and dowry made her jealous.

In order to match the status of the crown princess, the Hou Mansion prepared a dowry of 120 four for Tang Yue. Within four lifts.

How much money does this cost, how much treasure?Anyway, after Tang Yue read the list, he felt that even if he lived extravagantly in this life, he would not be able to spend it all.

The beginning of winter is coming soon, the winter in the south is extremely cold, Tang Yue's house burns a charcoal basin all night, and it is not enough to wrap up with three layers of quilts.

Someone knocked on the door early in the morning, Tang Yue turned over and asked under the quilt, "Who is it?"

"Xiao Lang, it's time to wake up, Young Master Xian has arrived." Immediately afterwards, he heard Zhao Sanlang yelling unseriously: "Tang Xiaolang, you are about to get married, why are you still so lazy?"

Tang Yue opened his eyes and glanced at the door. There were thick cotton curtains hanging in the room, only faint light came in, but it must be a sunny day without looking.

"Come in." He hugged the quilt and got up, scratched his hair twice, and waited for someone to come in to help him wash and change clothes.

After coming here for nearly half a year, he has gotten used to being served by others, and he enjoys such treatment as a matter of course.

He thought, after another year or so, will he completely forget the habits and experiences of his previous life, and become a pure Southern Jin person?

After some fiddling, Tang Yue put on a heavy cotton-padded coat wrapped in fox fur and went out. Breakfast was eaten at home. Zhao Sanlang rubbed him shamelessly. Tang Yue suspected that the purpose of his coming so early was not to tell him to go out at all , but to rub a meal.

I haven't seen him for a few days, but Zhao Sanlang seems to be a little different. His attire has changed a different style. He wears a robe with much narrower sleeves, and his hair is tied high, making him look much more energetic.

"Mi Zhen from the Prince's Mansion is a supportive person, where is Ping Shun? Why aren't you with me?" Tang Yue asked.

Zhao Sanlang was lowering his head and desperately stuffing spring rolls into his mouth. This kind of food was unavailable in the Southern Jin Dynasty, and it was created by Tang Yue.

"It's rare to have a day off. That kid may be lying on some beautiful woman's bed and he can't bear to get up."

Tang Yue's eyes changed, he smiled coldly, pinched his knuckles and said grimly: "Really? Then I really have to ask him later."

In fact, Tang Yue was simply worrying too much. With Prince Zhao's ability, there were many ways to make a person lose energy to make trouble.

At this moment, Duke Heng's son was sleeping soundly with his head covered, without even having a dream.

After breakfast, Zhao Sanlang sat in Tang Yue's room for a while, chatted with him about his recent life, not only showed off his unformed muscles, but also praised himself to the sky.

"At first, His Highness just sent a guard leader to teach us some basic skills. Later, Brother Hu saw that we were determined, so he personally led us to train. He is only a few years older than us, but he really doesn't look like our peers."

Tang Yue agreed with this point. Hu Jinpeng's excellence was well-known among the younger generation in Yecheng, and this was one of the reasons why An Guogong was always proud.

The son has become famous, and the father will always be embarrassed.

"Then you have to persevere, even I will look down on you if you give up halfway." Tang Yue reminded.

"It's up to you to say, how many people are waiting to see my jokes, how can they do what they want?" What Zhao Sanlang fights for is breath, and people live for this breath.

"By the way, I have shown my father the prescriptions you ordered and the ways to recuperate the body. My father invited Dr. Wu to discuss the disease. Dr. Wu praised your prescriptions a lot. Now he has taken it. Come on, I don’t have any illness these days.” Zhao Sanlang is really indescribably grateful for this, “I don’t want to thank you for your kindness, just say what you can use me in the future.”

On the one hand, Tang Yue wanted to help him ease the relationship between father and son, and on the other hand, he also wanted to help Prince Zhao win over Duke Zhen, so he really didn't intend to accept this favor.

"Since we are brothers, why should we be so alienated? It's just a matter of raising your hands. Your father's illness can't be cured in a day, you can only rely on support."

Zhao Sanlang nodded. More than one imperial physician had said these words, but the rest of the imperial physicians couldn't give a good treatment plan, so Tang Xiaolang was more skilled.

"It's ridiculous. Outsiders still think that your medical skills are based on rumors and exaggerated exaggerations, but they don't know that they are all blind people!"

"That's not what I said. I'm only good at surgery. It's true that many diseases can't be cured. If I can take off the title of genius doctor, I will feel more relaxed."

The high hat is not so easy to wear, you have to have enough strength and luck.

The two chatted for half an hour before they were ready to set off, and it was not until they were about to leave that Ping Shun arrived belatedly. He was armed and more imposing than Zhao Sanlang.

Moreover, he was at least twenty catties thinner than the previous Shi Ziye, and his whole face stood out, looking extremely handsome.

Grass!This prince's mansion really raises people, why did every iron pestle go in and be ground into needles and come out?Also comes with plastic effect!

The effect he wanted to achieve for Ping Shun was achieved in such a short period of time, Tang Ya should really be asked to come out and take a look, maybe that girl wants to marry if she is tempted.

I don't know which servant secretly notified Liyanghou and Mrs. Zhao, the couple came hand in hand, and pretended to meet each other by chance, staring at Pingshun for a long time, almost burning a hole out of him .

"Haha... the son of the world is really more elegant than Duke Heng!" In terms of appearance, this is really better than blue.

With Tang Yue's aesthetics, the ranking of the four most beautiful men in Yecheng can be refreshed, and people like Xu Ziheng should be eliminated.

Madam Hou was so excited that she was on the verge of tears. This is the standard son-in-law candidate in her mind. One must have family status, appearance must have appearance, and interior must have interior.

I heard that the son of the prince is now a military officer of the sixth rank, and he is still so young. There is a lot of room for improvement in the future. Even if he does not take an official career, with his status as the son of the Duke of Heng, he will be enough to become a noble in the future.

The mother-in-law looked more and more pleasing to her son-in-law. If Tang Yue and the others were not in a hurry to go out, the old couple would not be willing to let him go. Before leaving, they repeatedly asked Tang Yue to bring him back for dinner.

Zhao Sanlang answered first: "Forgive me, Lord Hou. My nephews have spent the night on the mountain tonight, so I won't come back to bother you two."

"That's good too. Take more people to pay attention to safety. Although the security of Yecheng is good, there will inevitably be gangsters on the mountain." Zhao exhorted very carefully.

Tang Yue hurriedly agreed, regardless of whether she was sincere or false, she did it with a lot of face.