Hard to be a good wife

It was inevitable that everyone's eyes would fall on Wang Zizhao's legs. The black hem of his clothes blocked his sight, but from his walking posture, he could also see some clues.

It was really cured!Some people were happy and some were sad.

Wang Zizhao walked up to the wounded man, saw that the wound had been taken care of properly, and asked someone to carry him out, "Take good care of him, and teach him how to behave after he recovers. His hands and feet are clumsy, no wonder even Brother San Wang can't bear to see him." , to teach him a lesson for this king.”

Wang Zixian's face froze, and then he showed a mocking smile, "Ninth brother's family education is well known, but you have been ill recently, so it is inevitable that you have neglected discipline, don't think brother Wang is too busy."

"How dare you?" Wang Zizhao didn't even look at him, and ordered the housekeeper beside him, "Take Tang's young man down to wash up first, and change into a set of clean clothes."

"Here." The butler arranged things in an orderly manner, carrying people, cleaning people, and accompanying Tang Yue to the backyard to change clothes.

Wang Zizhao took the chair and called everyone to sit down, "I would like to invite all the distinguished guests to come today. One is to repay Tang's Xiaolang for saving his life. The other is that we haven't seen each other for a long time. Zhao wants to take this opportunity to meet with all the princes and Let's talk about the past, brothers."

"Your Highness's illness and health is a major national event, and it should be celebrated by the whole country." An Guogong stroked his beard, glanced at Wang Zixian, and smiled very heartily.

With Wang Zizhao's injury, most of the ministers who originally supported him defected, and even many generals under him had two hearts. If other princes were really allowed to take over, the Hu family would be the first to be suppressed.

The relationship between the family members, like vines entangled, is often damaged.

"Now that the border is uneven and the war is still going on, how can we waste money and people for the sake of Zhaoyi?"

"The dispute between the North and the South has never stopped for decades, and the North Vietnam has rarely taken advantage of it. It is rare for the ninth brother to care about the world, but it is too important to pay attention to the North Vietnam. Do you think so?"

Wang Zizhao didn't answer him directly, but asked, "Is Madam Qi well?"

Mrs. Qi is the biological mother of the third prince, a North Vietnamese. This is also Wang Zixian's biggest flaw and weakness. Those who are close to him know that they should not mention this biological mother in front of him.

Before Wang Zixian got mad, An Guogong went on to say: "The third prince was born in Yecheng and grew up in Yecheng. He has never been to the border. Naturally, he can't understand the suffering of the people displaced by the war. If the war can end as soon as possible, the sooner the war will end, the better." A day to stabilize people's hearts."

An Guogong degraded Wang Zixian to nothing in one sentence. A prince who has never even left Yecheng, what important things in the world do he know?

"This statement is exaggerated. Those in positions of power do not have to experience it before they can make a decision. After all, there are only a small number of emperors who go to battle in person."

Everyone looked at Lu Guogong in surprise. They didn't expect him to stand up for Wang Zixian. In the Southern Jin Dynasty, Wang Zizhao was already acquiesced as the next generation of kings. Under normal circumstances, few people would refute Wang Zizhao's face.

Wang Zizhao nodded unhurriedly: "The Duke's words are reasonable. You can know the affairs of the world without going out. All great sages have wisdom beyond ordinary people. You can know the autumn with a leaf, and you can know with a little."

But the question is: can you, prince and virtuous man, be compared with these great sages?

Tang Yue lowered his head and suppressed a smile. He found that Wang Zizhao was also very hurtful. From greeting his old lady just now to mocking his IQ, his words were not dirty, but quite sharp.

"Let's get down to business, the scene of the Tang family's Xiaolang saving people just now made me think of the wounded soldiers on the battlefield. As An Guogong said, many soldiers died on the battlefield because they could not receive timely treatment. Such casualties If it can be avoided, it can also alleviate the problem of sparse population in the Southern Jin Dynasty."

Years of fighting, many villages on the border are empty, and the population of the Southern Jin Dynasty has been growing slowly. In addition, a large amount of gold and silver is used for military expenses, which cannot take care of the people's livelihood. Countless people freeze to death and starve to death every year. solved problem.

"Ninth brother only thinks about human life. Have you considered how to arrange these wounded soldiers after they retire? Where will the money come from if the court wants to feed and clothe them?"

"Wounded soldiers do not mean that they have no ability to work. They can farm and work, and they don't need to be supported by the court."

"The biggest problem now is how to reduce the death of wounded soldiers? The Tai Medical Office has limited capabilities. Even if they are dispatched collectively, they will not be able to save so many wounded." Duke Heng brought the topic back to the main point in due course.

Tang Yue listened to their intense discussions, all of which were national affairs, which he had only heard from the news broadcasts before, but now he was among the ruling class of the country, witnessed and heard these with his own eyes, and felt very strange.

Wang Zizhao once said that the subjects of the Southern Jin Dynasty are united as one, and their cohesion is far from comparable to that of the North Vietnam. No matter which camp you are in, at least the starting point is for the good of the Southern Jin Dynasty.

One of the disharmonious voices can be ignored. After all, the nine sons of the dragon are different. If all the princes are too talented, it will be the source of turmoil in a country.

However, when this discordant voice hits me, I can't ignore it.

"Since Tang Yue can heal the wounds that the imperial medical office can't heal, why not let him go to the border to lead the military doctors and contribute to the border soldiers." Wang Zixian suggested.

Everyone turned their gazes over, Tang Yue felt like he was shot while lying down, seeing many people nodding, he obviously thought the idea was good, Tang Yue asked with a sneer, "Is it... ready to serve?"

Even if he wanted to become a military doctor, it would never be suggested by Wang Zixian, and the military doctor was no different than others, if he went there without sufficient preparation, he could only stare at the wounded, Tang Yue didn't want to try such a heart-wrenching scene.

"Pfft..." Someone spat out a mouthful of saliva, the sound was so loud that the whole hall could hear it.

Tang Yue followed the sound, and saw Zhao Sanlang lowered his head and shrugged his shoulders trying to hold back a smile, while the brother-in-law next to him glared at him angrily, as if he wanted to draw a line with him.

"It's past noon, aren't you hungry?" Such a high-end topic can be discussed after he leaves, really!

Tang Yue warned Wang Zizhao with a serious face: "Your Highness's body has not yet fully recovered. It is best to avoid overwork, sitting and standing for a long time. It is the limit for you to maintain a posture for half an hour. It is best to get up and move around."

The corners of Wang Zizhao's mouth curled up slightly, and he changed his posture, "This king is negligent, come here, serve the food!"

This topic was covered in one sentence, Wang Zixian did not give up, and sarcastically said: "Ninth brother, do you want to take the genius doctor by your side in case of emergencies?"

"Tang Yue is the only son of the Marquis of Liyang, not a guest of this king, and his whereabouts cannot be decided by this king."

Tang Yue stood up and bowed to Wang Zixian, "Thank you, Third Prince, for your attention. Yue also wants to do something for the frontier soldiers, but the timing is not right. One day, Yue will definitely invite him to go to the border!"

Everyone only regarded him as an excuse and didn't take it to heart. It is understandable that the majestic Marquis is alone and unwilling to take risks.

Wang Zizhao took a deep look at Tang Yue, thinking about it.

Half of what Wang Zixian said just now was correct. He really wanted to take Tang Yue by his side, but not for emergencies, but to completely bring him under his command.

When the food and wine were on the table, Tang Yue found that he had cooked many of the dishes in Prince Zhao's Mansion. He had worked hard to cook three meals a day for Wang Zizhao.

Only Zhao Sanlang and a few young people here have tasted Tang Yue's cooking skills, and the rest of them were surprised that they ate different dishes from usual, and wanted to ask someone to ask where the cook from Prince Zhao's Mansion was invited.

The meal was fairly peaceful, only Duke Heng made some jokes, entertaining the public and amusing a group of old fellows.

After drinking porridge for a month, the feathers of Shizi's mouth had already faded. When he first saw the meat served, both eyeballs could not move, and the light of appetite burst out.

Tang Yue coughed dryly and reminded: "Young Master should not eat more meat, otherwise this month's effort will be wasted."

Hearing what he said, Duke Heng asked for the meat to be removed from the table, and he accompanied his son to drink porridge and eat vegetarian food.

The matter should have come to an end here, Duke Heng's love for his son can be seen in the sun and the moon, and the son's determination to lose weight is firm, and it is a good story to spread.

But obviously, the son of Heng Guogong has not had this awareness yet. While eating his own food, he secretly wanted to order some meat from Zhao Sanlang's table next door.

This idea is nothing at all, just a little bit of meat, if it is another person who is taken along, he will not make a sound, but Zhao Sanlang is not a temper that can bear it, so he yelled directly: "Return my son's meat!"

For a moment, everyone in the hall was attracted by the excited words.

Duke Heng glanced back, he saw that his son was grabbing the meat and stuffing it into his mouth, and Zhao Jiasanlang grabbed his son's arm and tried hard to snatch the meat back.

He always blushed, and scolded with a straight face: "Shun'er, what are you doing?"

How could the elder son have time to answer him, his mouth was filled with meat, and he was so stimulated that he couldn't breathe and choked!

Lord Zhen Guo was also very embarrassed when he saw this scene, and he wanted to kill his son, "Sanlang, it's just a piece of meat, why are you making such a fuss? You are older than him, and you should have offered to give up the food. You really disappointed my father." Already!"

Zhao Sanlang's eyes widened, "That's..." That's his favorite sauce, the exclusive secret recipe of Xiaolang Tang!

The cook in his house didn't know how his head grew, and none of the recipes he took back could make the original taste, and something was missing every time he ate it.

It's rare to see this dish in Prince Zhao's Mansion, and the smell is very attractive. When he was about to feast, a fat hand snatched the meat without asking. Is it tolerable or unbearable?

"But what? After returning home, kneel in the ancestral hall for a day and copy the family rules of the ancestors ten times!" Duke Zhen said majestically.

Zhao Sanlang couldn't refute, he was upset, his hands used too much force, almost crushing Duke Heng's arm.

He gritted his teeth secretly: This fat man, who caused him to be ashamed and thrown into Prince Zhao's mansion, must cut off his robes and sever friendship with him!