Hard to be a good wife

Prince Zhao said he wanted to make the decision for Wang Dingjun, so he called Zhang Chun that afternoon, along with Xiao Luoluo, who was carried by Zhang Chun to support him.

Prince Zhao checked Xiao Luoluo's homework first. At the age of five, he had already passed the enlightenment, and now he is learning homework from Mr. Wen in the mansion.

Tang Yue thought it was unnecessary, but Prince Zhao used himself as an example. At the age of five, he didn't even have time to play. How could Xiao Luoluo be so happy, having time to play every day? There are also handicraft classes, which are all fun to put it bluntly.

After checking his homework, Prince Zhao asked him to go to Tang Yue, and he and Zhang Chun sat alone in the study.

Zhang Chun was fidgeting, and asked directly: "What is your Highness' order for me?"

"You are not young anymore, should you start a family?" Prince Zhao was more direct than him, clarifying his purpose in one sentence.

Getting married means moving out of the Prince's Mansion, which means that he can no longer meet Tang Yue at any time in the future, and can no longer laugh and fight with Xiao Luoluo, who is closer than his father.

"Hehe...hehe..." Zhang Chunqian said with a smile, "I'm not in a hurry right now, I'm still young."

"Gu here is the roster of all the ministers of the Southern Jin Dynasty. It is definitely more complete than the father's draft. Among them, there are not many people who are both talented and beautiful. I will give you a day to read it and choose a few. I will slowly consider it when I return to Yecheng. .”

After Prince Zhao finished speaking, he threw out a roster, and Zhang Chun frightenedly continued, "It's not... Your Highness, that... I don't..."

"Wang Dingjun also has a share in the same roster. His old father is old and in poor health. Seeing that the end of life is approaching, as a son, it is time for him to be filial."

What does it mean to be filial as a son?No matter in which era, what parents are most willing to see must be their children getting married and having children.

Zhang Chun's hand trembled, and the roster fell to the ground. His face changed drastically, "He... agreed?"

Prince Zhao was ambiguous and said expressionlessly: "He will consider what he said, and the war will only become more and more fierce. Wang Dingjun is a general who has been cultivated alone for many years. This Qinyang City is not his battlefield, but the North Vietnamese border."

"Hehe... Isn't Your Highness going to Chuzhou? I have discussed it with the Crown Princess, and we will go together. I will sponsor [-] tents and [-] sets of cotton clothes in my own name. This is my kindness to the frontier soldiers." Zhang Chun squeezed out an ugly smile and stared straight at Prince Zhao.

He had never been so daring, and he only wanted Prince Zhao to get back the roster he gave to Wang Dingjun, although he didn't think it was the fundamental problem.

"Then I will thank the young master for your kindness on behalf of the soldiers. When this battle is over, I will reward you for your merits."

"No, no, I'm just trying my best, but I don't deserve a reward..." Zhang Chun faltered for a while, then asked cautiously, "Your Highness, can I exchange for other rewards?"

"What do you want to do?" Prince Zhao looked at him unhurriedly while pouring himself a cup of tea.

"This..." Zhang Chunbo picked up the roster and handed it over, "You may not know that I have a lot of problems and I am not suitable for marriage. Look... you don't need this?"

"You know exactly how sick you are, but no matter how bad a man is, he still wants to get married. Isn't that a conflict?"

Zhang Chun wanted to cry, Your Highness, are you really comforting?Or directly insert a knife in the heart of a person?

"This matter is not urgent. No matter how soon you return to Yecheng, you will have to wait until you return to Yecheng to ask a matchmaker to come to propose marriage. I just give it to Wang Dingjun and think of you at the same time, so I will give you a copy. To be honest, I am still worried that you will It will be difficult to deal with the natal family of the same family."

Zhang Chun gritted his teeth and thought, "You're worrying too much. How could I have the same vision as him? This kind of thing will definitely not happen."

"That's not necessarily the case. Although radish and green vegetables each have their own favorites, there are also some good ladies among the ladies. Good girls are sought after by hundreds of families. I heard that the second daughter of Xue Tingwei's family is amazingly beautiful and talented. She is a first-class beauty."

Zhang Chun lowered his head and flipped through the roster, and saw this woman on the first page. She was only 14 years old this year. Damn, is it really okay to get married at this age?

Zhang Chun shook his head and said decisively: "This girl is too young to suit him."

Prince Zhao retorted, "Age is not a problem. Wang Dingjun is married for the first time and is the city lord. Xue Tingwei will definitely not dislike his age, let alone a lonely match. If he really likes this girl, the chance of success is [-]%."

"He must despise her!" Zhang Chun was very confident. Would he not know what kind of personality Wang Dingjun had?

"You are still too young to know that marriage is a matter of two families. It is not just a pure emotional union. In the past, Gu insisted on marrying Tang Yue as his wife and overcame all difficulties to achieve today. But how many Gus like this can exist in the Southern Jin Dynasty?" What about people?"

What Prince Zhao meant was: You people are messing around, since you don't have the courage, you might as well settle it as soon as possible.

Zhang Chun's face was so drawn that he stood up abruptly, "Thank you Your Highness for your kindness, I will go back and think about it!"

"Well, you are not in a hurry. You can think about it slowly. Wang Dingjun is indeed old and is about to go to war. I just want him to get married before he leaves."

Prince Zhao glanced at him with the eyes of an idiot, "The parents ordered the matchmaker to say, as long as he likes a girl from a family, he will write a letter alone and let the matchmaker come to propose marriage. Simplify it if time is tight, and trust the other party." Those who are willing to marry will forgive this."

Zhang Chun laughed dryly, "Then do you want him to give birth to a son before going to war? In case he dies outside without a son to inherit the incense?"

Prince Zhao nodded unsurprisingly, "The old city lord really thinks so, but I think the child still depends on fate, so I can't be in a hurry, what do you think?"

I say fart!Zhang Chun was going crazy, why did he stand here and discuss with others about Wang Dingjun's marriage and childbirth?

"Your Highness, this matter depends on Wang Dingjun's intentions. If he is unwilling..."

Before Zhang Chun finished speaking, he was interrupted by Prince Zhao, "What can he be unwilling to do? Back then when he was in the prince's mansion, he was afraid that he would be distracted when he got married, so he never let him get married. Now it's the right time. When the time comes, it is the right thing for a man to start a family and start a career.”

Zhang Chun muttered in a low voice: "Then you didn't follow the normal track..."

Prince Zhao pretended not to hear his muttering, and said to himself: "If he wants to learn to walk this difficult road alone, it is not impossible, but there must be someone like Tang Yue who is worth it, otherwise he will be alone." would not agree."

Zhang Chun walked out of the study in a daze, and immediately rushed to find Wang Dingjun. As for what they said, whether it was a big fight or a cold war to the end, Prince Zhao didn't care at all.

On the third day, the weather was abnormally good, the big sun was hanging high in the sky, and the haze and cold in the past few days were dispelled a lot with this round of tomorrow.

"Your Highness, everything is ready and ready to go at any time." Wang Dingjun came to report energetically. Prince Zhao glanced at him, then turned to Tang Yue and said, "Does yesterday's bet still count?"

Tang Yue raised his head and glanced at Wang Dingjun. He knew that he got what he wanted without asking, just by looking at his expression and eyes.

He took out his money bag and threw a piece of gold cake in the past. Ignoring Prince Zhao's proud extension, he walked past him, leaving a sentence: "I'll go and see Zhang Chun."

As soon as Tang Yue was about to leave the house, he pretended to face the hurried City Master Yang. Before he had time to apologize, he ran into the door in a panic, "Your Highness...something is not right..."

"Ok?"

"About [-] troops are approaching Qinyang City, and it will take less than an hour to arrive. What should I do?"

"A [-] army?" Everyone present was stunned. Tang Yue turned around and asked, "Where did they get a [-] army? Could it be that they are recruiting temporarily?"

Prince Zhao shook his head, "Impossible. No matter what country it is, there is no reason to recruit troops at will and immediately go to the battlefield. King Qi's fiefdom is also the territory of the Southern Jin Dynasty. If King Qi can't do this, his descendants are even more impossible."

"Then this is..."

Prince Zhao walked to the big hanging map, stared at it for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "It seems that the reason why Beiyue has not moved is that it is waiting for Gu here."

"You mean..." Tang Yue walked to his side, watching Prince Zhao draw a line on the map, a line connecting Qinyang City and the border of Beiyue, with red eyes.

Yang Feng and Wang Dingjun also reacted, and exclaimed: "Beiyue's goal is Qinyang City! Why?" Qinyang City is in the southwest, which is too far away for Beiyue. Why did they come here from thousands of miles?Could it be to join forces with King Qi's coalition forces to attack Qinyang City in one fell swoop?

The two looked at each other, and both saw the shock and worry in the other's eyes.

"Your Highness, I'm going to let people prepare for battle now! Let City Lord Wang take you out of here."

Yang Feng is ready for a fight to the death, and he wants to buy enough time for Prince Zhao to leave.

Prince Zhao shook his head: "I can't go alone, let someone find out the situation of the enemy army before making a decision."

"Your Highness..." Yang Feng and Wang Dingjun shouted in unison, Tang Yue stopped them, "You don't need to persuade, Your Highness came to Qinyang City, but you have made enough preparations, just wait and see."

Wang Dingjun suddenly realized that only Yang Feng still foolishly felt that Tang Yue was talking big, and when he wanted to persuade him again, Wang Dingjun grabbed his sleeves and signaled him with his eyes that he didn't need to persuade him anymore.