Hard to be a good wife

"Tang Xiaolang, you can do it!" Hu Jinpeng praised Tang Yue sincerely, and asked, "How did you do it?"

Tang Yue fell behind Heng Guogong and his son, looking at the backs of the father and son with emotion: "Jade can't be polished, as long as you are willing to grind it hard, let alone a person, even a piece of iron can polish it."

Hu Jinpeng nodded, this is true, but it is not just as simple as saying it.

"Isn't it the eldest lady of the Tang family that you are doing so hard for?"

Tang Yue secretly said: Nonsense! "I can't just watch my sister jump into the fire pit."

"You know a bit about your life experience as a brother, don't you hate the Marquis of Liyang for abandoning your mother and son?"

"..." Tang Yue couldn't answer, because he was not the real young man of the Tang family, and he had never lived with his biological mother, without enough food and clothing. The "family" he saw could not make him feel happy. hate.

"What's the use of hating? Life has to go on. Life is short, and it's not worth wasting your time on hatred. If you really hate someone, you should live a better life than him, otherwise the punishment will be you."

Hu Jinpeng didn't expect him to say such words at such a young age, and at the same time, he had a little more appreciation for him with complicated emotions.

This little man always has an open-mindedness and agility that is completely different from the people of today. He is neither arrogant nor impatient, affectionate and righteous. No wonder even Wang Zizhao looks at him differently.

Tang Yue lived in Prince Zhao's Mansion for a month, and he was very familiar with the roads in the mansion. The servants who were busy on the road would greet him veiledly when they saw him, and they were in awe of him.

Duke Heng saw this scene in his eyes, and nodded secretly in his heart. With Wang Zizhao's relationship, Tang Yue has a bright future. It seems that when he is hired by the Marquis of Liyang, the dowry can be increased by three points.

The Dukes of the Seven Kingdoms of the Southern Jin Dynasty were all fierce generals who accompanied the king in the South and North Wars and made great contributions. There are only four of them who are still alive today. Xia Kui, although the other three families have juniors who inherit the title, they are not outstanding.

It is rare that the seven princes gathered together today, in the entire Southern Jin Dynasty, apart from the king, probably only Wang Zizhao has this face.

As soon as Tang Yue entered the hall, he was shocked by the powerful aura. There was no sound in the hall. The seats were arranged in two rows in an orderly manner. Almost all of them were filled with people.

Hu Jinpeng led Tang Yue forward and introduced him to the first position on the lower left hand. Tang Yue immediately noticed dozens of sharp eyes shooting towards him, the meanings of which were unknown.

"This must be the miraculous doctor who cured Wang Zizhao's legs?" asked a middle-aged man in a dark brown suit opposite.

Tang Yue laughed before answering, and deduced from the man's face that he was An Guogong Hu Kun, that is, Hu Jinpeng's father and Wang Zizhao's uncle.

"I don't dare to be a genius doctor. In the next Tangyue, the Duke is being polite."

"You are so young and promising, Tang Shoucheng gave birth to a good son!" An Guogong said, the stagnant atmosphere in the hall seemed to be broken up, and the expressions on everyone's faces were not so heavy.

Tang Yue thanked him for his compliment, took a rough look, and met Zhao Sanlang's gaze halfway through. They winked at each other, but didn't say hello.

On such an occasion, Zhao Sanlang could only sit behind Zhen Guogong, without even a proper seat, and next to him, there was a young man with similar eyebrows and eyes, presumably his elder brother.

Tang Yue was surprised to find that the young man was very similar to Lord Zhen Guo, no matter in appearance or temperament, as if rubbed from a mold, anyone could tell that they were father and son.

No wonder Zhao Sanlang is not as favored as this elder brother at home. He is a typical representative of a tiger father with no dogs, but he is the second generation of officials who eat and wait to die. If he is asked to choose an heir, he is willing to choose someone who can do something.

Duke Heng took his son to sit in the second seat. Ping Shun hadn't raised his head since he entered the hall, like a shy fat boy next door, but Tang Yue speculated that this kid probably had no face to see Jiang Dong's elders, Low self-esteem.

Xia Kui, Duke of Lu, Tang Yue had never dealt with the Xia family. At first glance, he was a scholarly general with a friendly face, but the occasional glances made Tang Yue shudder, and his first impression was not very good.

The remaining three people really didn't have much sense of presence, and Tang Yue probably remembered their faces and didn't pay much attention to them.

"Tang Yue... really has some skills." A strange voice came from the side, and Tang Yue turned his head to look, and found that it was the third prince who had a relationship with him once.

If there is anyone in this world who dislikes him the most, this one can probably be ranked in the top three. He cured Wang Zizhao's leg, which in disguise made it more difficult for him to win the throne.

Moreover, in Tang Yue's view, apart from being a bit of scheming, Wang Zixian lacked the demeanor of a king. He was always speculative, and if he ascended the throne, he might be a tyrant.

"Thank you, Third Prince, for your praise!" Tang Yue replied solemnly.

He was about to look away when he saw a house slave kneeling beside him with a jug pouring wine for Wang Zixian. Daxu was so nervous that he even spilled a few drops on Wang Zixian's clothes.

"Useless slave!" Wang Zixian snorted coldly, drew his sword instantly, and pierced the slave's chest.

Blood spattered out, and Tang Yue could feel the warm liquid splashing on his face, and an uncomfortable fishy smell poured into his nostrils.

"..." He clenched his fists and watched this scene happen under his nose, without even a chance to obstruct it.

There was no sound in the hall, and the eyes of the surroundings swept over, but it was only a glance, and everyone looked away, as if they hadn't seen anything.

"Aren't you a miracle doctor? Save him, haha...hahaha..."

The ear-piercing laughter brought Tang Yue back to his senses. He squeezed his thigh, stood up with the corner of his mouth pursed, and strode towards the young man in the pool of blood.

Wang Zixian's laughter stopped abruptly, and the rest of the people also turned their eyes back to look at Tang Yue curiously.

Tang Yue squatted down, tore off a corner of his clothes and pressed the injured man's chest, and then tried his breathing and carotid artery. When the weak pulse was beating under his hand, Tang Yue regained the feeling of being in the emergency room.

Every patient sent to the emergency department stepped into Huangquan Road, and some even lost their breath on the road. Tang Yue's heart hangs in his throat every time he sees such a patient.

Everyone thinks that a doctor is used to seeing life and death, and has become numb to the dead, but he still feels when he sees each patient die.

"Brother Hu, quickly find someone to fetch the medicine box from my carriage." Tang Yue explained eagerly.

"Okay, I'll go in person." Hu Jinpeng strode out, his footsteps were vigorous, and he didn't understand why he was anxious to save a slave.

Shouldn't he comfort Tang Xiaolang: he's just a house slave, he dies when he dies, so there's no need to be so laborious.

Tang Yue checked the patient's wound and found that the heart was not pierced, and the sword did not penetrate the patient's body, which made him quietly relieved.

However, the patient's blood was flowing very fast, his whole body had already started to convulse, his eyes turned white, Tang Yue leaned on his ear and whispered: "Hold on, you can still be saved, I'm here, don't be afraid..."

Hu Jinpeng's speed was very fast. Tang Yue opened the medicine box, took a cotton ball and wiped off the blood around the wound, washed it several times with clean water, then sewed up the wound, sprinkled hemostatic powder, and wrapped it up with gauze. Amaze the onlookers.

"He can still be saved?" A thick voice came from above, Tang Yue stopped his movements, raised his head and replied: "There is help!"

An Guogong frowned slightly, and asked: "Just suturing the wound can heal it?"

Tang Yue's hands were still stained with blood, squatting on the ground and explaining with a smile: "That's not the case, it depends on the condition of the wounded, the third prince's sword stabs as he pleases, he misses the point, and doesn't hit the vital point, otherwise it will be difficult for the gods save."

Seeing that he was still in the mood to make a joke, Anguo was [-]% convinced, "If this is the case, how many soldiers on the battlefield died in vain because they missed the treatment."

On the battlefield, not to mention being stabbed in the chest by the enemy, even a broken arm and leg is also the fate of being abandoned. These are all lives!

Duke Heng bent down to sniff the inspector, and said with emotion: "It's a pity that not all the doctors in the Southern Jin Dynasty have the ability of Nephew Tang, and one person can save a few people, but they can't save tens of thousands. "

"Heng Guogong is right, why don't you all discuss how to increase the chances of survival for soldiers on the battlefield!" Wang Zizhao's voice came from behind, and the crowd automatically separated, Tang Yue turned his head Looking around, he saw a beautiful young man in black pacing approaching.

This was the first time Tang Yue saw him standing upright, full of energy, exuding a sharp aura from top to bottom, like a sharp knife out of its sheath, flamboyant but not arrogant.