Hard to be a good wife

"I'm Hu Jinpeng, what's Xiao Lang's name?"

"Tang Yue."

Once Tang Yue enters the medical care mode, he will automatically reject the interference from the outside world and have no other distractions.

In the hospital before, everyone said that Director Tang was the most handsome when he was standing on the operating table. Someone even secretly took a photo of him undergoing surgery and posted it on the Internet. Although there were many praises, it almost caused him to be punished.

The little girl who took the picture was fired from the hospital due to the pressure of public opinion in the society. It is said that she was the niece of the director, and she was beaten to pieces.

Tang Yue stretched out his hand in front of Hu Jinpeng, rubbed his fingers, and made a classic gesture of asking for money, but unfortunately the other party was an ancient man, so he didn't understand.

Tang Yuehu lowered his face, and asked righteously: "Just now, I helped repel the enemy, didn't I?" These days, the good things done by the slaves must be attributed to the master, and Tang Yue is not afraid of his thick skin.

Hu Jinpeng nodded, glanced at Uncle Shan, and praised: "Xiao Lang is a guard with excellent martial arts skills, and he is also a warrior!"

"Well, my guard kills three enemies, and one life counts ten knives for you. Is it expensive?" Tang Yue put on a face of a businessman bargaining.

"..." Hu Jinpeng was stunned for a moment before realizing Tang Yue's meaning, and his amiable face collapsed.

Tang Yue ignored his constipated face, of course he knew that hugging his thighs should make the other party owe him the best, but just now Shan secretly told him that most of the people in this sedan chair were descendants of the royal family, and their status might be scary.

Tang Yue didn't know how Shan came to this conclusion, but Tang Yue felt that it was necessary to keep a distance from a child of the royal family who was hunted down and could die at any time.

He didn't want to draw a line with them, nor did he regret saving people, but because of the background of the other party, Tang Yue felt that it was a bit self-defeating to make the other party owe favors.

Regardless of whether it is a slave society or a feudal society, the group of people standing at the top of the society are superior. It is only right for you to try your best to save him, and you deserve death if you don’t save him.

"I helped with the treatment just now, right? Those few bandages are free, but you have to pay for the fractured one! It's also ten knives, and it adds up to forty knives. Are you planning to give it away?" Cash or credit?"

Tang Yue stood in front of Hu Jinpeng with his chest upright, stretching out his hand for money without fear.

"..." Hu Jinpeng glared at Tang Yue angrily, and asked someone to fetch a heavy money bag, and threw it into Tang Yue's arms, "I'll give it all to you, and the extra is a reward!"

Tang Yue knew that there were more than forty knives and coins without counting them. He untied the bag, counted out forty pieces, and returned the rest to Hu Jinpeng, "We don't charge randomly for this clearly marked sale!"

Tang Yue thought, he probably won't be a profiteer in this life.

The corner of Hu Jinpeng's mouth twitched, he put away the money bag, and then patted Tang Yue's shoulder heavily, "Xiao Lang is so interesting! Haha..."

Tang Yue bared his teeth in pain, and cursed secretly: You're the only one who's funny!This face-changing speed is no less than that of a woman!

He handed the money he earned to Uncle Shan, "Take it away, and have a big meal in town tomorrow!"

Shan held the forty dollars in both hands, his eyes were slightly red, as if he was touched, and praised: "Your Majesty is really capable!" He had long forgotten that more than half of it came from his own labor income.

The Earth Temple was quickly cleaned up, and the corpses were moved to a hill not far away. Those of our own people were dug and buried on the spot, while those of the enemy were thrown away. After one night, there were probably no bones left.

Hu Jinpeng fetched water and took it out of the sedan chair, and asked respectfully, "Mr. Lang, how about going to rest after washing?"

Tang Yue stretched out his ears to listen, and it took a long time before he heard a faint "hmm" from the sedan chair.

He hurriedly turned his head to look, and saw Hu Jinpeng lifted the door curtain, stretched out his hand to help a young man out of the sedan chair, and then said: "I offended you." He carried the young man directly to the bed on the ground.

Tang Yue stared blankly at the young man, always feeling that such a character should not appear in this ruined temple in the wilderness. He should have been sitting in an exquisite hall surrounded by servant girls, and then he was holding a book Looking through lazily, it is definitely a beautiful picture of beauty.

He thought: Some people are born to stand at the top of the pyramid and look down on all living beings.

Probably because Tang Yue's gaze was too hot, the young man turned his head to look over, his eyes were deep, and there was no extra expression on his face, but it made Tang Yue blush.

He asked without words: "Did your leg hurt? Or are you sick and can't walk?"

The boy avoided answering, and nodded politely, "Thank you for what happened just now."

"No need, no need, just take what you need." After Tang Yue finished speaking, he wished he could bite off his tongue. How could he say such selfish words like take what he needs at this time?Obviously, it should be helping each other.

"I didn't bring much money with me when I went out, and I don't know where your lord lives. After I return to the mansion, I will send someone to bring the reward."

Tang Yue was still not used to hearing these ancient people's polite accents, but when the words came out of the beauties' mouths, they seemed to have a more provocative meaning.

Tang Yue used to listen to others commenting that he was a handsome boy of the ascetic class, and he never understood it. Now that he saw this young man, he could finally understand what is called the temptation of the ascetic class.

He kept his mind busy, and tried to pretend to be as nonchalant as possible to answer: "No need, it's just a little effort, and the rewards are enough."