Hard to be a good wife

"Look, there is thick smoke and flames!" In the canyon outside Chuzhou City, a soldier on duty at night exclaimed.

Suddenly, the whole barracks woke up. Prince Zhao walked out of the tent with his coat on. Just as he was about to ask someone to question him, Wang Dingjun ran up to him, his helmet covered with a layer of hoarfrost.

"Your Highness, it's done." In the dark night, there was a smile in Wang Dingjun's bright eyes.

Looking at the thick smoke and flames in the distance, Prince Zhao frowned, "Did the other party find out?"

"No, it's just that this can really draw the enemy troops out of the city?"

"That depends on their endurance and curiosity." Prince Zhao subconsciously turned the ring on his left ring finger, and said calmly: "Chuzhou City is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and the 12 enemy troops basically have no losses." We won Chuzhou, and it will be very difficult for us to regain the city."

Wang Dingjun spat, "This damn Wei Chi!"

Wei Chi was the spy planted by the North Vietnam. No one thought that he could endure for more than [-] years, just to open the gate of Chuzhou for this day.

"This person really deserves to die." Prince Zhao's eyes turned cold, and there was a faint murderous intent flowing out.

The corner of Wang Dingjun's mouth twitched into a sneer, "But I also blame Duke Lu for his incompetence. In such a situation, there is still an old man who opened the city gate and opened it immediately. He didn't even have the ability to resist at all, and even Wei Chi couldn't resist. If he failed to catch it, I really don’t know what use the one hundred thousand army would have in his hands.”

Prince Zhao turned his head and glanced at the tent next door. Since he came to this military camp, Duke Lu has been ill, and the military power has naturally fallen into his hands.

"This canyon is not bad. It is easy to defend and difficult to attack, but it is not the only way to go south. If the enemy does not pass through here, we have nothing to do."

"Don't worry, I have sent people to keep an eye on Chuzhou. As long as they make any movement, we can catch up immediately. The other road going south is not so easy."

"That's the only way to go. From tomorrow onwards, the whole army will be trained first. Even if such a weak soldier encounters them, it will be a death sentence."

"Yes, the black armored guard..." Wang Dingjun licked his lips, wanting to see the majesty of the black armored guard again.

"They will show up when it's time to play." Since it was the trump card, Prince Zhao didn't plan to take the black armored guards at any time, and if the 1 people died, one would lose one, and it was not always possible to make up for it.

The two talked for a while, and suddenly a fast horse rushed into the camp. The cavalry who could appear at this point must be the scouts ahead.

Sure enough, the soldier jumped off his horse ten steps away from them, and ran over to report: "Your Highness, there are about 1 troops out of Chuzhou City, and the target seems to be going to the burning place."

"Okay, let General Hu prepare to catch the turtle in the urn!"

This cold night is destined not to be too peaceful. The place where Prince Zhao burned was the camp where North Vietnam was stationed before. It is within the territory of NATO. Although the army has already stationed in Chuzhou City, their food, grass and large equipment are still there. In the future, it will be transported into the city.

Perhaps, they did not regard Chuzhou City as a permanent station, but used it as a springboard to attack their next destination.

Since Prince Zhao came here, he would not allow the enemy to take another step forward. Not only that, he wanted to bury the 12 enemy troops here forever!

In Yecheng Prince's Mansion, Tang Yue woke up from a nightmare early in the morning, covered in cold sweat, staring straight at the top of the bed.

When He heard the movement, he opened the door and came in, raised the bed curtain and said, "Mr. Lang, do you want to get up?"

"What time is it? Does the prince have a letter from home?"

This is what Tang Yue asks every day, and He is used to it, "No, the girl just asked before she came."

He looked down and saw the sweat on Tang Yue's forehead, put down his work and twisted a cloth towel, "Are you having nightmares again?"

"Yeah, this time I dreamed that the prince was captured by the enemy, tortured, and hanged on the city wall to show the public, how miserable it is, hey..." Tang Yue also knew that he was wrong, but he couldn't bear to worry. , If you think too much during the day, it will naturally become a nightmare at night, and you can't control it.

But he's used to it now, knowing that these are just dreams, and it's over after waking up and laughing. Sometimes when he wakes up, he even forgets what the dream was about.

"It's still early, do you want to sleep longer? I just lay down at midnight last night." He looked at Tang Yue's thinned cheeks with some worry, feeling sorry for his master.

"Don't sleep anymore, everything inside and outside can be piled up into a truckload, how can I be idle?"

"What is a truck?" Wo blinked and asked.

Tang Yue choked for a moment, then shook his head: "It's nothing, it's just something to hold things."

Although He couldn't understand it, he also knew that there was no need to ask any more. His husband had a lot of little secrets, and he could always say some inexplicable words.

Tang Yue got up and ate breakfast and went straight to the study. First, he went through yesterday's account book. Wars burn the most money, and the treasury alone won't last long.

So Tang Yue began to care about their family's small coffers, saving a little more was a point, and spending less money was a penny.

According to Prince Zhao's plan, they will directly attack the enemy's lair this time, and it may be difficult to maintain it without sufficient financial support.

Therefore, during those five years, they not only focused on enriching the national treasury, but also increased their own small treasury little by little.

For Prince Zhao, the country's and his own's are fundamentally inseparable. For Tang Yue, he doesn't care how much money is left besides food and clothing.

Even if there is nothing left, can't he still make money?Don't worry about starving.

Putting down the account book, Tang Yue was stunned for a while. In his previous life, he was just a well-to-do man. After buying a house and a car, there was not much left. A super rich local tycoon, he can't count the wealth.

But even so, he didn't develop the habit of spending money lavishly, perhaps because here, he already has what he wants, and there are so many servants serving him, he basically owns everything that can be bought with money. And he can't do what money can't buy.

"Lang Jun, a letter from the army." The housekeeper handed him a letter with the seal of Hui'an Hall.

He received quite a few letters like this. Sometimes it was letters from them asking how to solve some intractable diseases, and sometimes it was letters of greeting from his apprentice Xiang An, but this time, it was letters asking for reinforcements.

It's just that the aid is not people, but medicinal materials and some medicinal items. Tang Yue estimated the medicinal materials that went out with the army before and the average dosage of a wounded soldier, and he can probably guess the number of injured people.

"It seems that the two armies have not fought many times. Duke Lu's army has been out for half a year. Not only did it not take advantage of it, but it was also taken away from Chuzhou City. With this efficiency, don't really want to fight. Ten years!"

Tang Yue felt bad when he thought that it would take such a long time. Although it is important for a man to make achievements, the relationship will naturally fade after a long time.

He didn't want to see Prince Zhao again with gray hair and wrinkled face.

Thinking about it this way, Tang Yue asked the housekeeper to find him a painter, and prepared to send his portrait to Prince Zhao every day, so that he would remind him of his existence all the time.

This is probably the so-called refreshing one's own sense of existence.

"Go and call the shopkeeper of Hui'an Hall, I have something to order."

The housekeeper smiled slightly, "Shopkeeper Liu is waiting outside right now."

"Huh? How did he know that I was looking for him?" Tang Yue thought to himself, how could the person who had a heart-to-heart with him become an old man?

This shopkeeper Liu was found by him later. He used to do the work of pulling and unloading goods for people. When Tang Yue met him by chance, he was so poor that he couldn't even eat. He didn't know what was wrong and brought him back. .

It was only later that I found out that he had worked hard to make himself stronger, and had a heart of ambition. Unfortunately, his talents were not met. If he had the financial resources to support him, he could only do the most low-level work.

There are many people in this era who don't get rewarded for their efforts. Tang Yue was not touched by his experience at the time, but felt that this person was good, knew how to retreat in spite of difficulties, lived very hard, and had been tested. He did have a bit of talent and learning, so he was put in Hui'an Hall, and he was promoted to the shopkeeper a year later.

"You forgot, today is the monthly account payment day, and shopkeeper Liu brought the account here."

"That's right, please let him in."

"The painter...?" The butler didn't understand Tang Yue's purpose in finding a painter. Generally speaking, people with this kind of skill did not have a high status, and they were not sought after like those painters later on.

"Come back later in the afternoon."

The butler nodded and left with doubts.