Hard to be a good wife

The five-day deadline was given by Prince Zhao, because his wedding with Tang Yue will be ushered in five days later.

The Prince's Mansion has been decorated, and it exudes such a strong joy from the inside to the outside. The bright red color that can be seen everywhere decorates this originally solemn and solemn mansion.

Similar to the Prince's Mansion, there is also the Prince's Mansion, which has been hastily decorated. Just looking at the mansion is very happy, but the faces of the people in the mansion are full of anxiety and apprehension.

"The princess hasn't been found yet?" The princess of the county sat in the room in formal attire, bowing her head to the slave who knelt on the ground.

"Back to the princess, the entire mansion has been searched, but the princess is still not found."

"Are you sure she didn't go out?" Seeing that it was almost time to get on the sedan chair, but the bride was missing, a group of people were really anxious.

"During this period of time, the mansion was very heavily guarded. Let alone the gate, the princess never walked out of the room."

"Then can she still fly with wings?" The princess of the county was about to lose her temper when she saw the old prince walking in, with a hunched back and an ugly expression on her face.

She was about to tell him this, when the old county king said first, "Tangxi has been found, you go down first, and wait for the princess to get on the sedan chair later."

A group of servants were overjoyed and hurriedly kowtowed and exited the door.

The princess of the county looked at her husband sadly, "I would rather not find her."

The old prince's eyes flashed, and he walked over and patted her hand, "Don't worry, it will be fine."

The princess of the county thought that he was simply comforting herself, she sighed and did not speak again, she got up after a while and wanted to see her daughter again.

But as soon as she took a step, she was stopped by the old county king, "No need to go, lest Tangxi will feel more sad seeing you."

"But this may be the last time..." Princess Jun couldn't help but shed tears as she spoke.

"No, no matter how far you marry, you can come back." The old county king said with certainty.

Just when he thought that everything had been arranged, firecrackers sounded and joy filled the entire county mansion. A bridal sedan chair stopped at the gate of the mansion, followed by envoys from Nansha Kingdom and palace guards.

A graceful woman was carried out wearing a red wedding dress, with her head lowered on someone's shoulder and her hands hanging on that person's chest.

"The bride gets on the sedan chair..."

With a few suppressed cries, the bride was stuffed into the sedan chair, and walked around Yecheng with the sound of gongs and drums.

Waiting for the sedan chair and the welcoming team except the city gate, Wang Dingjun left the crowd, followed by a few ordinary-looking men in gray shorts.

After returning to the Prince's Mansion, he immediately went to the study to report: "Your Highness, it's done."

"Well, it's hard work." Prince Zhao flexed his wrist, collected all the official documents and got up, "Let's go to the school to practice."

Wang Dingjun has been sent to watch a woman these days, which is considered a very easy job, but is it a kind of shame to watch Tangxi Princess who is crying and not listening all day long, and really needs to vent.

The two went to the school grounds together, and as soon as they approached, they heard a burst of howling ghosts and wolves.

"Quick...let go...it hurts..."

Wang Dingjun frowned. He was too familiar with the voice, but he didn't understand why he appeared here at this time.

"Hey, did you hear me telling you to let go?...Bastard, who told you to insert it...quickly pull it out...it hurts..."

Wang Dingjun glanced at Prince Zhao, and found that the other person's expression remained unchanged, and his footsteps only paused for half a step before continuing to move forward.

The corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously, and he quickened his pace and walked over. He wanted to see who had the guts to touch his apprentice in the Prince's Mansion.

As soon as he entered the school grounds, Wang Dingjun saw Zhang Chun being pressed to the ground by two guards. One of them was lying on the ground, face to face with Zhang Chun, with one hand supporting Zhang Chun's chin and the other teasing him. ears.

"What are you doing?" Wang Dingjun roared and angrily said, "You are too courageous. Marquis Zhongyong is His Royal Highness's distinguished guest. How can you be presumptuous?"

The three of them were startled and jumped up from the ground. Zhang Chun covered his ears and looked over. Seeing Wang Dingjun's happy face, he ran towards him.

"My surname is Wang, please help me to have a look. I have a bug stuck in my ear, and they haven't gotten it out after a long time. It's so uncomfortable."

Wang Dingjun's expression eased a little, he coughed and reminded him: "Your Highness must not be presumptuous here, why don't you greet him first?"

Zhang Chun saluted hastily, and asked Prince Zhao: "Your Highness, can I borrow your bodyguard?"

Prince Zhao nodded, left the two of them and walked into the school grounds, chose a long spear and practiced alone.

Zhang Chun sat on the ground and watched him practice the gun, while Wang Dingjun squatted aside to show him his ears.

When the crown prince came to an end, he immediately clapped his hands and praised: "Your Highness is very skillful!"

Many of the TV dramas he has participated in are martial arts movies, and there are many scenes of flying over the roof, but he knows that those are fake, and some fighting scenes are also composed by the camera, without any sense of shock.

However, Prince Zhao's marksmanship is a real skill. Although it is not as exaggerated as in the martial arts novels, the power exuded by each move is amazing enough.

Wang Dingjun stood up and clapped his hands, then took off his coat and went on the stage.

Only then did Zhang Chun realize that his ears were no longer uncomfortable. He didn't know when Wang Dingjun got the bug out.

He saw that Wang Dingjun also took a gun, and the two started fighting. He thought that no matter how powerful Wang Dingjun was, he would never dare to win, and he would probably pretend to be retreating steadily. He didn't expect that the two were evenly matched. , There was no winner or loser for a long time.

Zhang Chun curled his lips and thought to himself: Normally, he would only let me squat, but he is not willing to teach me such a good kung fu. It must be taking the opportunity to retaliate!

The two fought for half an hour, and in the end Prince Zhao won by a slight margin. Both of them were sweating profusely, and their clothes were wet and stuck to their bodies, revealing their beautiful curves.

Prince Zhao is young and his body is not yet fully developed, but Wang Dingjun is already an adult. Zhang Chun is very envious of his standard inverted triangle figure.

Zhang Chun swallowed, as a pure zero, he has an instinctive impulse towards a man with a good figure, just like a straight man sees a woman with big breasts, thin waist and big buttocks.

He patted the dust off his body, walked over with two bowls of water, flattered Prince Zhao for a long time, and then took the opportunity to sue Wang Dingjun.

"Your Highness, I don't know. For such a long time, Wang Weiwei only asked me to squat. In addition to squatting or squatting, my legs are almost shaped like legs. Look, can you change my master?" ?”

Prince Zhao put on his coat, drank a bowl of water, and said indifferently: "Gu started to practice martial arts at the age of three, and squatted for half a year. After half a year, if the guard Wang has not taught you every move , it’s not too late to replace you.”

"..." Zhang Chun was dumbfounded, half a year is so long!Damn, don't you two team up to trick me, right?

In the Marquis Mansion of Liyang, Tang Yue followed Father Cheap to meet a group of people, all of whom wanted to follow him to the Prince's Mansion, the so-called accompanying room.

In addition to the guards who followed him before, the Marquis of Liyang also picked out more than a dozen households of slaves for him, with a total of hundreds of people.

There are cooks, needleworkers, carpenters and blacksmiths, and even those who grow flowers and plants. After seeing these people, Tang Yue thought to himself: How long will it take to recognize such a large group of people!

"This is the Mr. Xuanjing that my father mentioned to you. From now on, let him be by your side, so that you can have someone who can give you ideas and discuss things." Li Yanghou pointed to a handsome young man and said.

Tang Yue blinked his eyes. He always thought that Mr. Xuan Jing was an old man with white hair. After all, his name was so mysterious that he sounded very old. He didn't expect him to be a handsome guy in his twenties.

However, the person his father often talks about must have real skills. Tang Yue didn't mean to underestimate the other party, and greeted him politely, "Please take care of him in the future, sir."

At this time, Tang Yue thought he would hear something like: "Lang Jun is so polite, it's an honor to be a villain in the eyes of Lord Hou", but he didn't expect the other party to glance at him lightly, nod his head, and then Silently wandered away.

"..." Is there any way to communicate properly?

The Marquis of Liyang was not surprised, he gave his son a wink, and said: "Sir is usually busy, so don't bother him if there is nothing serious."

The corner of Tang Yue's mouth twitched, and he wanted to ask: Who is the boss?

With such a staff member, he really doubts that he will just support one more idler in the future, and he will have to endure all his stinky problems!

Can I return it now?