Hard to be a good wife

"Are you free? Didn't I hear that your training tasks have been increased? Why do you still have time to hang around in front of me?" Tang Yue asked Zhao Sanying with raised eyebrows.

He knew that since the armor was delivered, these 1000 people had entered hellish training, and it was said that several of them had fallen down.

"My mother has not recovered from her serious injury. Your Highness granted me half a month's leave." Zhao Sanyun tilted his head back, looked at the roof, his eyes were empty, and he didn't know what was going on in his mind.

"I'm going to see her later, together?"

Zhao Sanyun was silent for a while, shook his head and said, "I have no face to see her."

Tang Yue kicked his chair, almost causing the other party to fall to the ground, "You can do it, it's not your fault, your mother is like this, now is the time when you are most needed by my side, what nonsense are you talking about?" Woolen cloth?"

Zhao Sanyun looked over in a daze, and muttered, "Yeah, how could I be such a jerk..."

Prince Zhao didn't return home until after midnight. Normally at this time, when he returned home, he would definitely see Tang Yue waiting for him, with prepared hot food to warm his stomach, and hot water for bathing.

But today, as soon as he entered the door, he found that the atmosphere was not right. The servants were still as respectful as before. Those who should salute, and those who should greet, but all of them had dull expressions, as if they were in mourning at home.

After entering the inner courtyard, he found that the lights in the master bedroom had been turned off, and there was no one in the courtyard, and even the door to the small kitchen was locked.

"Your Highness... you're back..." The old butler ran in with an impatient face, with dark circles under his eyes, obviously waiting hard.

"What happened?" Prince Zhao pointed to the bedroom.

The old butler struggled for a while, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty must be tired, so go to bed first. If you are hungry, there are some meals prepared in the big kitchen."

"No, I've used it outside alone." Prince Zhao raised his legs and walked to the bedroom after speaking.

The housekeeper hurriedly stopped him, and carefully glanced at the closed door, "Your Highness, you don't know, the old servant sent someone out to deliver a message to you in the afternoon, but no one was found, this... this..."

Prince Zhao frowned, "Speak up if you have something to say, why are you so hesitant?"

"Yes...the envoy from North Vietnam has arrived."

"anything else?"

"They also brought a princess."

"Well, which prince did they choose? The sixth or the eighth?" Prince Zhao calculated, the only two princes above him who hadn't married a concubine, and those younger than him were not even old enough to get married. Presumably one will be chosen from this prince.

"It's you!"

"Who?"

"...You!" The housekeeper accepted Prince Zhao's scrutinizing gaze, and it wasn't until the gaze gradually turned cold that he explained: "Beiyue chose you for marriage, saying that they want that princess to be your equal wife."

"Ha, Wife Ping?" Prince Zhao's expression was a little distorted, and then he thought of something, pointing to the bedroom and asking: "Your Majesty knows the news?"

"Yes, it is."

Prince Zhao felt nervous for no reason, "What did he say?"

The butler recalled it for a while, then shook his head, "Lang Jun doesn't seem to be angry, he just asked you to deal with this matter."

Prince Zhao really didn't know whether to be happy for the other party's trust or sad for the other party's generosity, but... Looking at the dark courtyard and the closed door, he thought, the other party was not jealous, but just didn't show it.

"I already know the matter, let's talk about it tomorrow, let's go down."

The butler hurriedly exited the courtyard, wondering what His Highness the Crown Prince was thinking. Does his master agree or disagree?

But if the king orders a marriage, His Highness seems unable to resist.

Prince Zhao approached the door lightly. In this short period of time, he had thought of countless ways to explain and comfort him, and he even sent his greetings to the eighteen generations of the ancestors of the King of Beiyue in his heart.

He stretched out his hand to push the door and tried three times but failed to open the door before he had to admit that he was locked out by his wife.

I wanted to say something to show my sincerity, but looking at the time, the other party might have already fallen asleep, so I had no choice but to turn to the study room, planning to come to block people early tomorrow morning.

When he left, Tang Yue in the room snorted coldly, "It's really meaningless to just leave like this..."

There was nothing to say all night, the next day Prince Zhao really got up early in the morning, asked a servant to bring a new set of clothes, dressed up and waited outside the room, hoping to see a handsome husband when Tang Yue opened the door .

To put it bluntly, he was planning to use the beauty trick to resolve Tang Yue's grievances.

It's a pity that he had only stood there for a while, when a servant came to deliver an order to summon him into the palace, saying that he had something important to discuss with him.

It was clear at a glance what the important matter was, Prince Zhao left a word, then changed into the court clothes again and entered the palace.

Because Tang Yueguo didn't sleep well all night, he woke up late in the morning, and only after he woke up did he know that Prince Zhao had gone out again, but the words left by the other party were very effective. After Tang Yue heard it, he ate when he should eat, and went to work when he should go to work. A lot of peace.

In the palace, the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty were launching verbal attacks on the North Vietnamese mission. The two countries have been fighting for many years, and the hatred has been accumulated for a long time. Even if they temporarily shake hands and make peace, the hatred in their hearts cannot be reduced.

"My king proposed that if the Southern Jin Dynasty wants to marry a princess of our country, it needs to prepare three thousand gold, three thousand cattle and sheep, and five thousand grain..." The envoy of North Vietnam read a long list of gifts as soon as he opened his mouth.

Many ministers were immediately laughed out of anger, Duke Heng laughed three times, and asked with a bland smile: "I wonder how much dowry your country has prepared?"

When a rich family marries a daughter, it is possible to have a higher dowry, but the dowry is often multiplied upwards. If North Vietnam is willing to dowry double the supplies and money, then the deal is still a good deal.

But the other party obviously didn't have this plan, "Princess Liyang is the most beautiful woman in our country, and also the most precious daughter of the king. If she is willing to marry, it is already a cut-off by the king. Naturally, the dowry is indispensable, but your country should not ask for too much."

"Hehe, isn't she the number one beauty? Why don't you bring it out for everyone to evaluate?" Wang Zixu panicked. He didn't care about Lao Shizi's princess at first, but the other party named Li Zhao to marry her by name. Regardless of whether he already has a husband and wife, this makes people feel a little aggrieved.

"Presumptuous! Princess Liyang has a noble status, how can she casually show up in front of people for others to comment on?" The envoy from North Vietnam was so angry that his face was distorted.

However, Wang Zixu is not a vegetarian either. Seeing that the King of Nanjin was not angry, he knew that what he said just now was not too much, and continued to choke: "If you don't pull it out and have a look, who knows if you will make an ugly woman to fool us? Besides Now, she will be my younger brother and sister from now on, so why not meet her?"

If you really have that beauty that overwhelms the country, it doesn't matter if you fight for it yourself. For such a beauty, wouldn't it be a pity to marry the prince who only likes men?

"After the princess gets married, I will naturally meet the elders." The envoy of North Vietnam did not let go at all. If he really dared to take the princess out for a walk today, then tomorrow, he would not have to go back to North Vietnam.

Wang Zixu winked at the old county king, signaling him to speak, but the other party secretly rolled his eyes, looked up at the sky, and didn't want to talk to him at all.

He knew that the eldest prince committed a lustful crime again, and he really did not change his mind!

"Okay, I don't want to comment on the princess's appearance. Whether she really wants to marry Zhao'er as a wife is the key point..." The King of Nanjin said, "Let someone pass on the crown prince, why hasn't he arrived yet?"

As soon as the King of Southern Jin finished his question, there was a voice of internal communication from outside the hall, and everyone turned their heads to look, and saw His Highness the Crown Prince striding in towards the rising sun.

He was wearing a dazzling golden court dress and a golden crown on his head. He held his head high and his chest was full of momentum. With that handsome and unparalleled face, many people couldn't take their eyes off him.

It was the first time for the envoy from North Vietnam to see Prince Zhao in real life, he stared at his figure without blinking, and thought to himself: This son is really extraordinary, worthy enough to be their beautiful princess.

"I see my father, my father, long live my father..." Crown Prince Zhao bowed and knelt down.

"Peace your body, give me your seat!" According to the etiquette of the Southern Jin Dynasty, the crown prince is qualified to sit at the king's lower left hand in the court meeting.

Prince Zhao sat down expressionlessly, glanced coldly at the North Vietnamese envoy, and then turned his gaze away.

"This is the crown prince of your country? He really is a dragon and a phoenix among men! Princess Liyang is a match made in heaven!" In the eyes of the North Vietnamese envoys, only the crown prince, the future king, could be worthy of their princess in the entire Southern Jin Dynasty. , It's a pity that he married a man, it's ridiculous!

Fortunately, it's just a man, as long as he gets rid of him secretly, is it possible that the position of the crown princess will not belong to their princess in the future?

Although according to the old practice, it is difficult for the princess of the enemy country to ascend to the throne of queen and can only be reduced to concubine, but as long as she can win the heart of a man, things are not easy to talk about?

Thinking of the princess in the Queen's Palace of the Southern Jin Dynasty, the emissary sighed secretly. That person's methods were really bad, otherwise the third prince would not have been crushed to death by the prince.

It seemed that it was time to have a private conversation with this prince of North Vietnamese descent.