Hard to be a good wife

When Ping Shun punched Zhao Sanlang in the stomach, he felt a strange feeling in his heart, feeling that he had never been so brave in his life.

Since he was a child, he has been smooth and smooth, so he really deserves his name. Apart from being incapable of writing and martial arts, he has nothing to do, and he doesn't know how to bully the people like those dudes.

But in Tang Yue's words, it's not a hobby for him, it's just a pastime when he's bored.

As long as he finds something more interesting to do, he won't be tired of women all day long.

This fight ended with Zhao Sanlang pinning Ping Shun to the ground, and there was no surprise at all. Everyone booed, and someone boldly shouted: "Master, your body has grown white!"

"Ha ha……"

Zhao Sanlang smiled and turned his mouth, no matter how much his face was blue and red, he patted Ping Shun on the head and said, "Hey, call me brother!"

Ping Shun covered his swollen face like a pig's head and groaned.

"What, my brother didn't hear clearly." Zhao Sanlang laughed loudly and said, "Speak louder."

Ping Shun struggled vigorously, but unfortunately his whole body was limp and lacked strength, and he still couldn't push away Zhao Sanlang's suppression, so he had to shout loudly: "Brother!"

"Haha... Be good... From now on, you will be my younger brother, Zhao Sanlang, and I will protect you for my brother!"

Tang Yue sneered, the fight between these two idiots has actually strengthened their relationship, if they can really take care of each other, maybe they can form a duo of idiots.

Zhao Sanlang got up and stretched out his hand to pull Pingshun up from the ground, but he didn't move Pingshun after a long time. The audience who were about to disperse started laughing again.

Wang Zizhao walked over, held Ping Shun's arm with one hand, and lifted him up easily.

As soon as Zhao Sanlang saw him, he immediately looked away and was about to run away.

And Ping Shun is not much better than him, he has little shame at this moment, wishing to turn back time and cut out the scene of fighting with Zhao Sanlang.

"You two..." As soon as Wang Zizhao opened his mouth, the two young masters tensed up and did not dare to run away.

"From tomorrow onwards, you will start training with Vice General Hu every day at [-] o'clock. This king thinks that you are newcomers, so you can reduce the training level by half."

Zhao Sanlang suddenly had a bitter face, wanted to refute but didn't dare, and Ping Shun didn't understand what happened, and looked at a loss.

Wang Zizhao didn't care about these things, he left after the notice was issued, Tang Yue came over and patted them comfortingly, "Hey, I hope you are blessed."

"Tang, Xiao, Lang!" Zhao Sanlang rushed over, gritted his teeth, "It's all your fault, if you hadn't encouraged the fat man to go crazy, how could Wang Zizhao not see it?"

Tang Yue put his foot on his knee, and at the same time pulled out the scalpel he was carrying with him, "So you also know that others will look down on you, you're so embarrassing!"

His scalpel was turning flexibly between his fingers, the blade was shining sharply, making Zhao Sanlang take a step back subconsciously.

He stared straight at Tang Yue's hand, "This... how did you do it?"

Tang Yue turned the scalpel to his palm, and the small knife was spinning rapidly in his palm. With five fingers, he held the scalpel in his palm.

"If you want to do everything well, you have to work hard. Do you think I can practice well in a day or two?"

Zhao Sanlang shook his head.

Tang Yue picked up a dead branch from the ground, broke off a short section, peeled off the hard skin, and quickly carved on the branch with a knife. The sawdust fell down, and a dragon appeared on the side of the branch as thick as a finger. prototype.

Ping Shun was already staring blankly, and Zhao Sanlang also stared intently.

He knew that Tang Yue was a great carver, but he had never seen it with his own eyes, and he did not expect it to be so miraculous.

Many people gathered around and expressed their admiration at Tang Yue's carving work. They thought that this young military doctor was just a genius in medical skills, and they never thought that he had such a superb carving work.

How much God has favored him, such a person is born to beat others.

The light of the fire gradually illuminated the open space. Tang Yue completed the last few steps with the help of the faint light. He raised his head and told Zhao Sanlang, "Go find a burnt wooden stick."

Zhao Sanlang nodded blankly, turned around and ran to the fire to pick up a thin piece of charcoal and brought it back to Tang Yue, then watched him use that black charcoal stick to touch the dragon's eyes twice.

"Here, here it is for you. I hope you can fly thousands of miles in the future." Tang Yue stuffed the wood carving to Zhao Sanlang, who held it carefully in his palm and let out a sound of exclamation.

The woodcarving is dry yellow in color, the size of a palm, and not very delicate, but it is admirable to be able to complete such a work in such a short period of time in such a material and environment.

"Sanlang lives freely, doesn't worry about the sky and the earth, and doesn't understand the sufferings of the people. This is your luck. If this kind of luck can take care of you for the rest of your life, it's best for you to be free from worries all your life.

But in life, nine out of ten unsatisfactory things, to put it bluntly, if one day you lose the capital you want, can you survive in this world? "

Zhao Sanlang frowned, and retorted: "My son dare not say that he is rich in learning, but he is not as ignorant as Pingshun. Even if there is no Zhen Guogong, he can still be an official in the court."

Tang Yue patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Being an official is not as simple as you think."

If this kid hadn't had a backer, he would have been tricked many times with his reckless temper.

Ping Shun's figure still had a label of "I'm not easy to mess with", while Zhao Sanlang seemed to have a sign of "I'm very simple, come and lie to me" on his head.

Ping Shun moved over, poked Tang Yue's back, and asked in a low voice: "Tang Yue, can I have a dragon?"

Tang Yue turned his head, "Okay, as long as you can lose another three catties when you arrive in Qinyang City, I will carve you a more detailed one."

In this era, the dragon has not yet become exclusive to the royal family, it still lives in mythology, the dragon robe has not yet come out, and people's attitude towards the dragon is not so cautious.

Ping Shun nodded, her eyes were sparkling, the peach blossom eyes were really incredible, just looking at these eyes, Tang Yue felt that few women could escape.

For dinner, he ate thick boiled porridge, served with cold wild vegetables, and there was the sound of porridge drinking everywhere. Tang Yue felt that his appetite was much better, and he was not so picky about eating.

Of course, even if he wanted to choose, there was no such condition.

The only person in the team who could make a fuss was Wang Zizhao. Everyone cared about his health and treated him like a crystal doll, wishing to confess him.

And if other people want to start a small matter, unless they are sneaky and don't let others know, it will be dealt with by military law.

After the meal, Zhao Sanlang was sitting by the river with the dragon in his hands, looking up at the mountain peak in the distance with only a silhouette, wondering what he was thinking.

No one has ever talked to him about this, no one dared to assume in front of him that the Zhenguo Mansion did not exist, his mother was just a decoration at home and had no right to speak, and his father would only complain that he was indolent and lazy, and hated being ineffective, so he valued being positive and motivated concubine.

He never thought there was anything wrong with this, but today, seeing Tang Yue playing with knives with ease, thinking about his superb medical skills, carving skills, and cooking skills that men rarely know, that kind of self-confidence, that kind of casualness Sex was something he had always yearned for but could not get.

How on earth did a 16-year-old learn so many skills?How did he grow up?

Zhao Sanlang scratched his hair irritably, not understanding why he was sitting here thinking about such troublesome things.

He claims to live as he pleases, how can he be disturbed by a sentence or two?

It's all because of the damn Tang Xiaolang, who is so good at preaching on himself. Could it be that he has recently become addicted to educating fat people?Want to be a teacher?

He got up and patted his butt, ready to put these messy thoughts behind him, but before he turned around, he heard someone behind him say: "Sanlang, you shouldn't have come."

He looked back at his uncle's uncertain face, and twitched the corner of his mouth, "What do you mean by that?"

"You have been spoiled and spoiled since you were a child, and you can't bear hardships. When you come, you will not only lose face, but also the face of the Duke of the Town. Father should be angry if he knows."

Zhao Sanlang sneered: "It doesn't matter how much face you save for the family, just mind your own business."

"My brother is also for your own good. After losing face in front of Wang Zizhao, how can you gain a foothold in the court?"

"So I should be a sycophant like you?"

Dalang Zhao's complexion became tense, and he almost lost his temper. Finally, he controlled himself, "You are still young and don't understand these things. Brother, I just want to warn you that you will come when you come, but don't make a fool of yourself, so you can do it yourself."

Zhao Sanlang stared, hummed twice, "Just take care of yourself."