Hard to be a good wife

"Xiao Lang, someone has handed you a greeting card!" The housekeeper knocked on Tang Yue's door and said.

Tang Yue was engrossed in carving things with a knife. This was his way of decompression. When he heard what the butler said, he put down the wood carving and looked up and asked, "Looking for me?"

The butler had a strange expression, hesitated for a while, then nodded and said, "It's Mr. Xian, he's already outside the door."

"Young Master Xian? Who is this? Really looking for me?" He could count on one hand the people he knew, who would come to him?

The housekeeper also saw that his expression did not seem to be fake, and he was a little puzzled, "Young Master Xian is the third son of Lord Zhen Guo, and the only legitimate son. Outsiders call him Zhao Sanlang. You don't know him? But the other party said he came to you for an appointment."

Tang Yue naturally remembered who Zhao Sanlang was, "Oh, it's him, then invite him in and bring him directly to my yard."

"Here." The housekeeper saluted and stepped back, his mind was full of doubts, he didn't understand when Xiao Langjun got involved with Zhao Jiasanlang.

This Zhao Sanlang came from an extraordinary background and was quite well-known in Ye City, so he had to call Mrs. Hou a cousin.

Mrs. Hou's Zhao family comes from a side branch of the Zhao family, and the two families can barely get married, but the two families have never moved in the past, and now the son of the Zhao family actually came to the door in person because of Mr. Xiaolang.

The housekeeper welcomed him in respectfully, brought him to Tang Yue's yard, and then asked him to serve refreshments.

Zhao Sanlang looked wantonly at the place where Tang Yue lived, shook his head and said with emotion: "Tang Xiaolang, your yard is really ugly! How does it look like a place where people live?"

Tang Yue didn't bother to pay attention to his ugly aesthetics, "Why are you here today?"

Zhao Sanlang withdrew his gaze and stared at Tang Yue coldly, "Did you forget something?"

Tang Yue blinked, remembering that he once said that he would help Zhao Sanlang, and that he had made an appointment for another time, but he was too busy thinking about the problem these two days, so he forgot.

"Haha... It's my fault. Come on, let's have a good chat." Tang Yue poured him a cup of tea, while there was plain water in front of him.

It's not that he doesn't like drinking tea, but that he really can't drink the tea of ​​this era. There are ginger, pepper, tangerine peel and other things in it to cook together, which is comparable to dark cuisine.

"Don't beat around the bush, if you don't tell me why today, I won't leave!"

"That's just right, stay at my house for dinner, and let you taste the cooking skills of the Marquis of Liyang."

"Chi..." Zhao Sanlang showed disdain, and thought to himself: You are a family of the Marquis, how can your cook be as good as mine?

"You like Princess Huizhu? Are you sincere?" Tang Yue asked straight to the point.

He stared closely at Zhao Sanlang, and found that he was blushing, "Naturally, from the first time I saw her, she was the Luoshen in my mind."

"Then you don't mind if she's married and has a 12-year-old son?"

Zhao Sanlang glared at Tang Yue, "So what if she was married? Her husband died young, and now she is waiting to be married."

Well, unmarried men and women are unmarried, there is really nothing to worry about.

"Then she likes you?" Tang Yue pointed out the most important point.

In his opinion, the most important thing in this relationship is Princess Huizhu's thoughts. Only when she wants to marry, can Zhao Sanlang have a chance.

Zhao Sanlang hesitated for a long time and did not answer, Tang Yue knew the answer.

He knocked on the table, and continued to mend the knife: "Do you know about the daughter of the princess?"

Zhao Sanlang stared at him wheezingly, "How do you know?"

"Don't worry about it, you must know about it, right?" A person who runs to the princess' mansion every day and has his heart attached to the princess, how could he not know.

"It's just a few playthings!"

"..." Tang Yue was dumbfounded, and really wanted to give a thumbs up, brother, you have such a heart!Wider than the Pacific Ocean!

In modern times, this man is definitely a first-class friend of women!

Zhao Sanlang was not happy about being stabbed several times by him, "Hey, what's your method? I didn't come here to listen to your nonsense!"

Tang Yue took a sip of water calmly, "Your purpose is to marry the princess, so your first priority is to win the favor of the princess."

Zhao Sanlang nodded, of course he knew that, but the question is, how can he win the princess' favor?

"I heard that the princess had a deep relationship with her husband back then, which means that she liked a man like her husband. Do you think you are similar to her ex-husband?"

Zhao Sanlang frowned, and said proudly: "This young master has a dignified appearance, which is definitely better than the princess's ex-husband. This young master is of noble birth, and he is definitely better than the princess' ex-husband. Moreover, this young master has a deep affection for the princess, which is definitely better than the princess's ex-husband." The princess' ex-husband!"

All in all, he, Zhao Sanlang, wants to have good looks, good family background, and affection, so he is the perfect candidate for the princess!

Tang Yue silently praised: Zhao Sanlang is regarded as the top rich and handsome man of this era, but unfortunately the person he wants to marry is also the top Bai Fumei. Although he has been married before, his demeanor is enough to fascinate all men with normal sexual orientation.

"As far as I know, the princess's ex-husband is most praised for his literary talents. Although he comes from an ordinary background, he is well-educated and clean. I think this is what the princess likes most about him."

"..." Zhao Sanlang thought for a while, but couldn't refute.

"So, what do you think of your literary talent? Is it comparable to him?"

Zhao Sanlang moved his butt uncomfortably, and replied with a lack of confidence: "My son started to learn writing at the age of three, so he is naturally knowledgeable about the past and the present, and has a first-class literary talent!"

"Is it...?" Tang Yue glanced at him with a long tail, and smiled: "It doesn't matter even if you don't have a first-class literary talent, anyway, there must be a lot of patrons in your family, right?"

"It's natural!"

"Then you can ask them to write you a few more love poems. You send her one a day. It must be the kind that can move people!"

"Write poetry?" Zhao Sanlang's eyes lit up, thinking that this idea is good.

"Oh, of course, there is another question. How is your handwriting? You can't even ask someone to write it for you. It will be misunderstood."

Zhao Sanlang didn't know what it meant to wear a gang, but he could guess a thing or two, "Word..."

Tang Yue interrupted him with a direct wave of his hand, "It doesn't matter if you can't write well, it's still too late to start practicing, as long as the kung fu is deep and the iron pestle is ground into a needle, if you want to impress a woman, how can you do it if you don't work hard?"

Judging from Tang Yue's first impression of Princess Huizhu, this woman probably likes the romantic type. This kind of woman is the most emotional. Don't try to impress her with vulgar things like gold, silver and jewelry.

"As long as the kung fu deep iron rod is ground into a needle..." Zhao Sanlang recited silently several times, and shouted excitedly: "Good! Great good! It should be so!"

Tang Yue actually didn't think he could succeed. First of all, Zhao Sanlang's identity was here. He was the only son of the Duke, and his parents could let him marry a widow?

He dares to swear by his own name, it is impossible!

But he didn't tell Zhao Sanlang that, young people, if they don't experience a heart-wrenching relationship, how can they grow up?

After Zhao Sanlang settled the matter on his mind, he began to chat with Tang Yue all over the world. The two had a generation gap of nearly 2000 years, and their sexual orientations were still different. Naturally, they had nothing in common.

But fortunately, they have known each other not long ago, and it would take a long time to casually talk about their respective experiences.

When it was getting dark, Tang Yue said politely again: "It's getting late, why don't you leave after dinner?"

The subtext is: It's dinner time, you should go home and eat, bro!

Unexpectedly, the other party agreed unceremoniously, "Then I will just reluctantly stay."

Grass!If you're so reluctant, why don't you hurry up and get out!

Tang Yue had no choice but to ask the butler to arrange an extra table of meals, and he also cooked the dishes himself... No, he personally instructed the maid to cook some special dishes.

He originally thought that the seasoning in this era was only salt, but after drinking tea, he realized that it was more than that, but they all added seasonings to tea instead of vegetables.

Tang Yue directed the people to make a dish of steamed pork ribs, a dish of Zhuge grilled fish, a dish of garlic prawns, and a stewed hibiscus egg custard, which stunned Zhao Sanlang for a while.

Although Yecheng is not close to the sea, there is a Nuhua River outside the city, and there are a lot of fish in the river. Tang Yue cooks food for everyone in different ways every day.

"Tang Yue, you really came up with these?" Zhao Sanlang simply threw away the dining etiquette, stuffed his mouth full of food, and praised with a thumbs up: "It's really delicious."

Tang Yue sweated a little. In fact, the taste is really just average, but it will be relatively fresh for those who have never eaten it.

【small theater】

Zhao Sanlang: "Tang Yue, you lied to me!"

Tang Yue: "What did I lie to you?"

Zhao Sanlang: "If you say you write love poems to the princess, she will like me!"

Tang Yue: "Then what did you write?"

Zhao Sanlang: "Guanguan Jujiu, in the river continent. My fair lady, I wish a gentleman..."

Tang Yue: "...I asked you to find someone to write it for you, but I didn't ask you to copy the book!"

Zhao Sanlang: "What's the difference?"

Tang Yue: "The difference is that this poem doesn't reflect your love for her at all!"

Zhao Sanlang: "..."