Hard to be a good wife

Tang Yue ran too fast, and was already out of breath when he reached the city gate. He saw the man in the silver armor standing in the crowd at a glance, and saw that he was talking to the people around him without any difference, so his heart settled down. .

As if feeling something in his heart, Prince Zhao glanced over his head, fixed his eyes, squeezed through the crowd and walked towards Tang Yue.

Tang Yue stopped, watched him run to his side, wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and asked, "Aren't you forbidden to come here?"

Tang Yue didn't speak, and did what he always wanted to do. He hugged Prince Zhao tightly, smelling the mixed smell of sweat and blood on his body, the cold armor cooled the heat on his body, making him very comfortable.

Prince Zhao hugged him back, patted him on the back, pushed him away, and scanned him several times, "Are you tired? I'll send you back to rest."

Tang Yue shook his head, "No, I'll wait for you."

Prince Zhao didn't insist either, and took his hand and walked back to the position just now. The surrounding soldiers all looked at them curiously. After all, it's rare for a man to hug a man so openly.

Prince Zhao's identity has not been revealed, but everyone knows that he is from Yecheng, and even City Lord Yang and City Lord Wang listen to him, which is obviously very expensive.

"That's a genius doctor. He was the one who healed the captain when I sent him there." A soldier whispered to his companion beside him.

"The captain is really rescued? He was shot in the chest by an arrow, and it penetrated." The other party was surprised.

"Yeah, I thought I was going to die, but I was told by my superiors that anyone who is still alive on the battlefield should be sent to Yurong Street. I didn't expect there to be a miracle doctor. When I came back, the captain was still alive, and the arrow was taken away." Out."

"Miraculous doctor... There seems to be only one of us in the Southern Jin Dynasty who can be called a miracle doctor?"

"Don't say it, I thought so too, especially when I saw him hugging that guy just now, I'm even more sure, it must be..." The little soldier gestured, but it didn't mean anything, it was just the other party's miraculous gesture. understood.

"It turned out to be..." The officers and men who guessed the identity of Prince Zhao's wife were stunned. They never expected that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince would appear in Qinyang City at the most critical moment.

At this moment, everyone's mood was complicated, but there was no doubt that everyone's confidence was raised to the highest level, and morale rose in an instant.

Prince Zhao and Tang Yue didn't feel anything about it, they walked among the chief generals and listened to their discussions.

Several people stopped talking, Yang Feng and Wang Dingjun bowed together and made a bow, and said from the bottom of their hearts: "Your Majesty has worked hard."

As a concubine, he could have lived in pavilions and pavilions, enjoying luxurious clothes and fine food, but now he came to this place of right and wrong, standing behind them regardless of safety.

As a princess, she could turn a blind eye to death and stay in the safest city lord's mansion. No one would say no to him, but he personally treated the wounded soldiers, not only bringing enough manpower, but also bringing enough herbs.

Why didn't Yang Feng and the others feel emotional about this?How not to be grateful?

"You two are too polite, this is what I should do."

Prince Zhao firmly grasped Tang Yue's hand, took a deep look at him, turned his head and said to everyone: "The city wall must be repaired and strengthened overnight, and the weapons on the tower should be replenished in time. Although the opponent lost the first battle, it is not completely defeated." , We must be ready for the opponent's second attack at any time."

"Don't worry, Your Highness, these are all arranged in advance, but the soldiers are tired today, and the guards at night may need to be rearranged."

"Nothing tonight, let everyone have a good rest." The other party's casualties were at least ten times theirs, and it was impossible to make a surprise attack tonight.

Tang Yue also said: "Everyone is hungry and tired, let's go eat and nourish our spirits first, and leave the affairs here to someone to supervise."

The mobilization of the people in this city is also very impressive, at least they don't have to worry about logistics.

"This subordinate escorted the master back." Wang Dingjun asked someone to bring a horse, and wanted to go back with Prince Zhao.

Tang Yue sat behind Prince Zhao, hugged his waist, and pressed his face against his cold armor, "Let's go from Yurong Street, I have to go and see those wounded soldiers."

It doesn't mean that those who have undergone surgery will definitely survive. There are too many postoperative complications, and no one knows whether they can survive.

Yurong Street is still very lively. Many families with relatives who joined the army heard that this is a place for wounded soldiers, and they all came here, looking around with a little conflicted mood.

Tang Yue left Prince Zhao to wait outside the door, changed into a white coat at the door, and entered the room. He was already lying down, snoring slightly, and another assistant was guarding the ward, taking the temperature of several patients from time to time.

Because Tang Yue explained that the patient is very prone to fever after the operation, if the high fever persists, he must be notified as soon as possible.

Tang Yue walked in lightly, saw a person lying on his stomach next to a hospital bed, and turned his head vigilantly when he heard the footsteps, only when he recognized Tang Yue did he restrain his killing intent.

Tang Yue was secretly startled, this young man's eyes were terrifying, he didn't look like an ordinary soldier at all, but he was wearing the uniform of an ordinary infantry soldier, could it be a hermit who had just been recruited?

The young man got up to get out of the way, Qing Tangyue showed his brother, Tang Yue glanced at the blood bag hanging on the hospital bed, it was almost empty, so he pulled out the needle.

The young man immediately lifted up his sleeves, revealing a section of bronze-colored arm. Tang Yue glanced at it, and saw that the muscles were bulging and the veins appeared, and he knew that this arm must be very powerful.

"Do you still need blood? I have it!" The young man had seen blood drawn today and knew what was going on.

Tang Yue shook his head with a smile, "No, it's enough for the time being, and your blood hasn't been matched, so it may not be suitable for him."

Tang Yue checked the patient's condition. He was seriously injured, one arm was broken, there were several stab wounds on his body, and his internal organs were also damaged. To be honest, he couldn't guarantee whether this person would wake up.

Looking at the young man's anxious expression, Tang Yue couldn't bear to hit him, and said tactfully: "He said very seriously, and he has been rescued temporarily, but it will take at least three days to completely pass the dangerous period."

The young man pursed his lips and nodded, "Thank you." The man who had died came back to life, and the young man was extremely grateful.

"Also, since you stick to him, you must ensure that you are clean. You must change your clothes and shoes when you go in and out. You must wash your hands and face, and it is best to wash your hair. Don't bring dirty things close to him."

Although the young man didn't know what to do, he still agreed very carefully.

"If he has a fever in the middle of the night, he will go to the guards, and they will give him antipyretics."

"clear."

Tang Yue walked around, explained the precautions and went back. On the way, he and Prince Zhao talked about this pair of young people, and whispered: "That pair should be the same as us."

"Oh? You think he is very unusual." Prince Zhao's emphasis was different from Tang Yue's.

Tang Yue nodded: "Well, one is that his aura is far from being comparable to ordinary soldiers, and the other is his eyes, that kind of eyes must have killed many people, fierce and emotionless, except when facing his injured brother."

Prince Zhao became concerned and asked Wang Dingjun to check the identities of the two men. If they were true and reliable, they could be promoted.

Most of the military generals in the Southern Jin Dynasty are old, and there are too few young generals. Prince Zhao has trained all the younger generation in these years, and he only hopes to produce a few handsome talents.

"How are Zhao Sanlang and Heng Guogong's son? I haven't seen them for a long time, and I don't know what they have become. Last time I heard Aya say that her daughter almost doesn't remember what father looks like."

The year before last, Aya gave birth to a daughter who was so cute that Tang Yue wanted to take her home to raise her. Unfortunately, Ping Shun was hardly at home in the past two years, which made this harmonious family a little bit regretful.

But this is also a helpless thing. If a man wants to make contributions and defend his family, what he sacrifices is not only time and family?

At this time, Tang Yue was glad that he was looking for a man, who could go to the battlefield with her, sweat and bleed together, instead of being a woman who stayed in her boudoir and couldn't do anything except wait for her to pray.

Prince Zhao replied ambiguously: "You will see them soon, and you will know when you have a look."

It was late at night when we returned to the City Lord’s Mansion. Tang Yue casually took a shower and fell asleep. Prince Zhao dimmed the oil lamp and wrote down the gains and losses of today’s battle. This is the homework he must do after every battle. .

Tang Yue was woken up by his son the next day. When he opened his eyes, he saw Luo Luo secretly hiding his hands behind his back. Without thinking about it, he knew that his itchy nose just now was definitely not an illusion.

Turning over and hugging his son in his arms, Tang Yue asked nasally, "Where's your father?"

"Wake up early, I should be with Uncle Wang and the others right now."

"Oh, what time is it?"

"It's almost noon. If you don't get up, little daddy, I'm going to lift the quilt."

"What?" Tang Yue didn't expect that he had slept for so long. It seemed that he was really tired after being highly concentrated all day yesterday.

"Father told me before leaving that if Daddy doesn't get up before noon, he will pull him up and let you go to bed after eating." Xiao Luoluo explained the reason why he wanted to lift the quilt, and put all the blame on his father. father.

Tang Yue pinched his nose, got up and got dressed, had lunch with his son, and went to Yurong Street again.

Little Luoluo also wanted to follow, Tang Yue didn't compromise this time, his son was too young, and Yurong Street was too sick, it was better not to go if he could.

"Have you learned Lolo's shadow puppetry?"

Little Luoluo's eyes lit up, and she nodded fiercely: "I have learned, but my first performance is for my little daddy."

"Okay, you go back and get ready, little daddy will come back to appreciate your masterpiece tonight!" Tang Yue hugged him and kissed him before reluctantly handing him over to the servant.