Hard to be a good wife

"Third Prince, please come inside, my master is inconvenient, so I have to wrong you to go inside." The housekeeper pushed open the door of Wang Zizhao's room and invited Wang Zixian to enter.

Wang Zixian pushed him away with one hand, strode into the room, and smiled as he walked: "Ninth Brother, I heard that your leg has recovered, Brother Wang came to see you."

In the inner room, Wang Zizhao was lying flat on the bed, his face was sallow, his upper body was covered with a thin wool blanket, his lower body was wearing breeches, and his two calves were wrapped in plaster, looking a bit miserable.

He turned his head to one side, stared at Wang Zixian, and said indifferently: "Thank you, Brother San Wang, for your concern."

Wang Zixian walked to the bedside, scanning the other person's body back and forth with his eyes, especially those legs, and wished that he had retinoids so that he could see clearly from the inside out.

"Ahem..." Tang Yue reminded from the side: "This... the third prince, right? It's not good for you to come in like this."

Only then did Wang Zixian retract his gaze, and gave half of it to Tang Yue who was speaking, his eyes slanted and his mouth slanted, which was the most contemptuous gesture.

"You are the rumored young gentleman from the Hou family of Liyang who knows medical skills?...You are indeed young!" Wang Zixian easily shattered other people's confidence in Tang Yue with the last four words.

But this can't hurt Tang Yue anymore, he said with a light smile: "I am indeed from the Liyang Hou Mansion, and I am indeed a few years younger than the third prince, and my surname is Tang and my name is Yue."

"Mr. Tang Xiaolang said that Ninth Brother's leg can still be healed? I don't know how long it will take to recover?"

"Medicine can be cured naturally, but it is hard to say whether it will be cured or not, it depends on the luck of the patient."

"I've never heard that healing depends on luck, Mr. Tang Xiaolang is joking about the life of the ninth brother?" The third prince snorted coldly, and persuaded Wang Zizhao, "Ninth brother, you have a noble status, how can you let this kid mess around? It’s better to drive people out quickly.”

"It's too early to say that." Tang Yue said with a smile, "I have agreed with Wang Zizhao and the imperial physicians for a period of one month. Whether it is good or bad will be discussed at that time."

The third prince glanced at Wang Zizhao's weird legs, clicked his tongue, and sighed, "I'm afraid that the ninth brother's legs will be useless at that time."

Tang Yue shrugged, "There's nothing you can do about it. After all, it's such a serious injury. It's very difficult to recover from it. You can only use your luck." After speaking, he gave Wang Zizhao a look, full of sympathy and pity .

The third prince was in a better mood, so he just said, what can a teenage boy do for an injury that cannot be cured by the entire imperial medical office?It is said that it depends on luck, but in fact it is just to use Wang Zizhao's legs to gain his future.

If you are lucky, if you really let him be cured, you will gain both fame and fortune. If you are unlucky... Hehe, it's hard to say.

With the characters of the father and the ninth younger brother, this young man of the Tang family is probably in danger.

The third prince was in a good mood, and seeing Tang Yue was pleasing to his eyes, and he even comforted him softly: "Wealth is fate, and life is in heaven. Tang Xiaolang will do his best. I think the ninth brother will not pursue it... right?"

Wang Zizhao said with a dull expression: "Brother Wang is joking, Tang Yue dares to boast in front of the imperial physician, of course he has to pay the price."

Tang Yue smiled coyly, and said flatteringly: "Your Highness, don't worry, your leg will definitely be cured!"

Now the third prince felt more relieved, such a young man was just a sycophant, if there were too many such people around him, it was really not worth mentioning.

The goal was achieved, and the third prince didn't want to stay any longer, so he encouraged Wang Zizhao a few words, left another cartful of things, and left in a happy mood.

Tang Yue went over to close the door and patted his chest, "This acting really requires professionals, it's too tiring."

Wang Zizhao, who was lying on the bed, also sat up at this time, propped up the table on the bed, and continued to deal with official duties, as if the seriously ill person just now was not him at all.

Tang Yue walked over, sat down on the edge of the bed, and took a sheepskin roll as a fan, "Honestly, you, Brother Sanwang, laughed so meanly just now, as if wishing that you would never get out of bed for the rest of your life." .”

"Didn't you already know it would be like this?" Wang Zizhao lowered his head and wrote a row of small characters on the bamboo slips with a brush, and put them aside after the ink dries.

It has to be said that Wang Zizhao's IQ is indeed high. Tang Yue hasn't developed ink yet, and he has already found a substitute.

After getting the things, Tang Yue tried to write a few words, it looked a bit like cinnabar, red, but thinner than cinnabar, it is said to be the juice from some kind of flowers.

Thanks to his many hands, he was able to make a bowl of flower juice in such a short period of time, and he could write with style.

"I just guessed that you don't want him to know that your leg will recover." Tang Yue also guessed that it would not be beneficial to spread the news too early before Wang Zizhao's leg recovered.

On the contrary, it is easy to usher in waves of temptations and things that block his cultivation.

Today's third prince is the first, but it doesn't mean he will be the last.

Tang Yue thought, he had to be more vigilant in the future, it is estimated that many people would start with him, fortunately Wang Zizhao forced him to be placed in Zhao Wang's mansion.

Otherwise, the Liyanghou Mansion would definitely not be so peaceful now.

Wang Zizhao finished the official business silently, asked people to take away the things, then looked at the young man chatting with his pet dog, and thought: It seems that this person still has some brains.

Good medical skills, neither high nor low background, what is rare is the balance of mind, such a person is worthy of his win over.

Thinking of Tang Yue saying that he liked his chamber pot, Wang Zizhao thought about whether to give him the chamber pot.

It's just a chamber pot anyway, so it shouldn't matter, right?

Tang Yue didn't know that Wang Zizhao was going to give him the shining golden chamber pot in order to win him over, so he lay down on the bed and asked, "Did I behave well just now?"

Wang Zizhao took a few glances at him before nodding reluctantly, "It's still okay, it's just...that expression at the end is really ugly!"

He had already discovered that although Tang Yue laughed at everyone, he was not a weak and deceitful person, and he never showed any trace of flattery.

Tang Yue touched his face, "It should be a full-score performance, how in line with the artistic conception."

Wang Zizhao tapped his head with a pen, "Don't be too narcissistic!"

"Don't knock me on the head again!" Tang Yue touched his head, thinking: So you still know the word narcissism, you are really shameless!

In the entire Prince Zhao's mansion, who has Wang Zizhao's narcissism?

【small theater】

Tang Yue: "You are very narcissistic, this is not good!"

Wang Zizhao: "What's wrong?"

Tang Yue: "Narcissism makes people regress, and they are only satisfied with the status quo. How can you not move forward when you want to be the lord of the country?"

Wang Zizhao: "The whole world belongs to me, and you belong to me too. I am very satisfied with this status quo."

Tang Yue: "..." Sure enough, there is nothing to pursue.