Hard to be a good wife

Tang Yue held a wooden board in front of Prince Zhao, and said with a smile, "Your Highness, please give me a word!"

"What's the word?"

"The pharmacy is about to open, the name has not yet been decided, and the plaque has not yet been made. His Highness will be responsible for these."

Prince Zhao raised his head and glanced at him, and said lightly, "Gu's calligraphy is not cheap."

"We will be a family soon, talking about money hurts feelings."

"One yard counts for one yard. Brothers will settle accounts clearly. Besides, you have mentioned a few conditions after getting married before. Don't you also talk about money everywhere?"

Tang Yue couldn't refute, "Okay, then tell me, how much?"

"Guzheng is preparing to build a thousand-man heavy cavalry, how about asking Xiaolang to be a military doctor then?"

"Your few words are like changing my son to work for you? Is it too much to take advantage of?"

"Husband and wife are one body, so what does it matter if you are taken advantage of by your husband?"

"..." Tang Yue blinked his eyes and thought to himself: I didn't expect this person to be thick-skinned, maybe he has a dark belly.

In the end, Tang Yue did not reject his proposal. He also hoped that one day he could take the team of nurses he had formed to the battlefield and establish a highly mobile and efficient military guard.

Prince Zhao hesitated for a while between the brush and the carving knife, and finally chose the carving knife, which is the way he is most familiar with.

"Let Gu take the name too? This is your pharmacy." Prince Zhao reminded him.

Tang Yue shrugged, "It's just the name, it doesn't matter." Anyway, his mind is full of the names of old drugstores such as "Renhetang" and "Jishitang", so Li Zhaoqu might have something new?

But his hope was doomed to fail. Prince Zhao pondered for a moment, lifted his sleeve and carved the three characters "Hui'an Hall" on the wooden board.

"Why is it called Hui'an Hall?" Tongrentang and Tong'an Hall are brothers, right?

"not good?"

"It's not..." It's just that there is nothing new. Of course, Tang Yue knows that the name of the pharmacy is all in this way, mainly for auspiciousness.

However, regardless of whether the name is new or not, the three big characters of Tai Zizhao are really well engraved, the depth of each stroke is just right, and the edges of the font are also coherent and strong. If it is engraved on a stone tablet, it may become a treasure in another 1000 years. .

Tang Yue was going to take this board to be painted by others. He specially chose a piece of ebony wood, with a layer of gold border on the frame, and painted the words in gold.

It is definitely a high-end door plaque.

"Do you want to change it?" Prince Zhao saw that he was not very satisfied, so he thought of several suitable shop names.

"No, that's fine." Tang Yue stroked it lightly, then hugged her away like a baby.

Prince Zhao looked at his back and shook his head, it was hard to guess what this man was thinking.

Thinking of the brat who was sent away just now, Prince Zhao's face darkened, and he shouted, "Come here..."

Ke pushed the door open and walked in, humbly asking, "What's your order?"

"Have someone to clean up the inheritance left by Marquis Zhongyong, and personally take the current Marquis to receive it. It would be the best if he can stay in Taiyang City."

Ke lowered his head even lower, and replied, "Here."

It seems that the master is not used to Zhongyong Hou following the Tang family all day long, and wants to send him away, but unfortunately, I'm afraid it will not be so easy.

Zhang Chun sneezed, touched his nose, and stared at the two men in front of him for a long time.

In terms of appearance, he should naturally choose the one on the left. He is young and handsome, and has a superb figure.

Of course, at this stage, he can watch the handsome guy drooling, and he can't do anything else.

But it's a pity that he has a grudge against this handsome handsome guy, and the power of that sap will cause endless troubles. Until now, he still looks at him with a knife.

The other is a middle-aged man with a goatee, wearing dark gray clothes and a sarong hat. He has a small nose and eyes, and a short body.

These two people are civil and military, he can choose one of them to learn skills from him, or he can choose both, and become a new era talent with both civil and military skills!

"Is there no one else to choose?" In such a big prince's mansion, only two people can be teachers, isn't it reasonable?

Zhang Chun looked pitifully at the housekeeper who brought him here, but the other party coughed dryly and looked away, "It's not that the master is short-tempered, but that the literati and swordsmen in the mansion are all useful, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to deploy them for a while. Not satisfied?"

Zhang Chun nodded, pointed to the young guard and said, "Look at him, he has no body, and at such a young age, how could he have real skills? It's likely that he can't find other people to count on him, right?

Ben Hou is also a person with a title, so it's not appropriate to use such an inferior teacher, right? "

The butler's face twitched. It was the first time he heard that someone thought his master's choice was inferior, and if the young man in front of him was considered inferior, then the entire Prince's Mansion would not have high-level guards.

He opened his mouth, wanting to tell him that in terms of status, this Xiao Lang is still above him, and it is His Highness's kindness to be able to serve him as a master of martial arts.

Zhang Chun didn't wait for him to continue pointing at another man, and said disgustedly: "Look at him, everyone says that Nan Jin puts more emphasis on appearance, this appearance is obviously not good enough, right? How did he get in here, can't he be a temporary worker? "

The butler was helpless, "Young Lord, don't be joking. The Prince's Mansion only uses useful people, and His Highness does not judge heroes by their appearance. As long as they are talented, their appearance doesn't matter." Mr. Xiaolang.

Wang Dingjun crossed his arms and looked at Zhang Chun, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth. The reason why he was knocked out last time by this kid was purely because he underestimated the enemy, and although the opponent was young, he was not weak, and knew which position to hit in order to knock him down once. Knock out.

Because of this, knowing that he was going to choose a master, he volunteered to come here. When he falls into his hands, he can't see him being killed!

"Are you actually scared?" He said sarcastically.

Zhang Chun puffed up his chest and squinted at him, "What is there to be afraid of, Lord Ben Hou? You should be the one who should be worried. If you dare to take the opportunity to retaliate, I will tell His Highness the Crown Prince and let him punish you for your crime."

"I, Wang Dingjun, stand upright, how could I do such a shameless thing?" It's impossible for him to take revenge, he's not that stupid.

But the other master seemed much calmer. He was very happy to hear that Zhang Chun looked down on him. He made a bow with both hands, and said with tears: "Thank you, Lord Hou, for letting me live. I still hope to be born in this life." Being an official in the court, honoring the ancestors, I really don't want to waste time on educating ignorant children."

"Who do you say is an ignorant child?" Zhang Chun frowned, and glared at him. This old man scolded him in front of him. Could he be too bold?

Is there such a thing as freedom of speech in this era?

Seeing that the atmosphere was too tense, the steward stepped forward and said with a smile: "Since this is the case, why not choose Wang Huwei first? Wang Huwei is the son of the city lord of Yuxin City." , people are much more reliable than you.

Zhang Chun was shocked. He didn't know the status of the son of the city lord of Yuxin City, but he must be higher than his current status, so he shook his head even more, "Don't, it's too much for such a person to be my coach wasted."

One disagreed with everything, and the other wanted to be a teacher for others, and the housekeeper was also in a dilemma. He rarely saw anyone who dared to pick on the people selected by His Highness.

"Why don't you two talk later, after your subordinates have consulted His Highness for instructions?"

"Don't talk about it!" The two replied in unison.

One was tall and the other was short. Zhang Chun hadn't grown any taller yet, and could barely reach the top of Wang Dingjun's creaking nest. He lost a lot in terms of momentum alone.

So after Wang Dingjun's pressure eyes, Zhang Chun had no choice but to agree, thinking that if he couldn't do it in the future, he would go to Tang Yue's back door and see him entering the prince's mansion just like entering his own home.

"Then... the young master has decided to practice martial arts?" the butler confirmed again.

When Tang Yue came out with the door plaque on his shoulders, he saw Zhang Chunyan squatting under a tree branch and playing with something. When he walked in, he realized that he had a child's illness and he was venting his anger by catching a nest of ants.

"What are you doing? Talking to yourself, killing lives!"

Without raising his head, Zhang Chun said, "I'm praying, don't talk nonsense."

"Are you still religious?"

"Don't believe me, I'm an atheist."

"Then what are you praying for?"

"It's better to believe in its existence than to believe in its non-existence. It's always good to ask for it several times. Maybe the Bodhisattva will appear?"

Tang Yue rolled his eyes gracefully, "Please, Bodhisattvas who don't believe in religion, don't confuse the gods of the East and the West."

"What's the matter? Don't they all live in the sky? It's fine if you can hear it."

"Isn't the sky full of atmosphere?" Tang Yue patted him on the head: "Okay, I'm already ignorant, don't be stupid!"

"Grass..." I can't play anymore!

Zhang Chun stood up straight, squatting for too long not only his legs were numb but his eyes were dizzy.

"Come here, let me lean on..." Zhang Chun's body fell towards Tang Yue, and before Tang Yue could reach out, someone immediately grabbed Zhang Chun and pulled him in another direction.

"Why are you again... still haunted..." Zhang Chun muttered after standing up.

The corner of Wang Dingjun's mouth curled up, "Your Highness just spoke, and I will escort you back to Taiyang City tomorrow.

"what?"

"What?" Zhang Chun and Tang Yue asked at the same time.

Wang Dingjun bowed his hands to Tang Yue and informed them of His Royal Highness's arrangements.

It turned out that His Royal Highness wanted to send people to sort out the legacy of Marquis Zhongyong. After so many years, many properties have been invaded and some have been closed. If you don't send people to sort out, you don't know the situation.

"To inherit the inheritance?" Zhang Chun's eyes brightened, money, it's all money, will he soon become a local tyrant?

He patted Tang Yue's shoulder and said with a smile: "Brother, when my brother develops, I will be the first to take care of you!"

Tang Yue patted his hand away and laughed, "Then let's wait until the day you get rich."

"Have you finished your work? Can you go?" Zhang Chun asked, tugging at his wide sleeves.

Tang Yue nodded. The main purpose of his visit today was to get Li Zhao to write an inscription. The reason why the two of them spent so long in the study was because Li Zhao dragged them to talk a lot about military affairs.

Tang Yue didn't know much about marching and fighting, so he could only talk about some equipment and formation knowledge he had seen from TV dramas, regardless of whether it was useful or not, he gave it all to Li Zhao.

"Have you chosen your master?"

Zhang Chun shrugged his shoulders, pointed at Wang Dingjun and sneered, "His Royal Highness must have some prejudice against me, why did Mao insist on arranging him here?"

Tang Yue took a look at Wang Dingjun, and felt very familiar, but couldn't name him.

"I heard that he is the son of the city lord. Do you think there is something wrong with him? It's wrong to be a good young master, and he came here to be a slave for others!"

Tang Yue remembered who Wang Dingjun was after being reminded by him, and corrected him: "He is a regular bodyguard, with official positions and real power, maybe even higher than you! Don't talk nonsense!"

The two murmured for a while, and Wang Dingjun stood aside all the time, with a standard smile on his face, looking like a gentleman.

【small theater】

Zhang Chun: "Master, please forgive me!"

Wang Dingjun: "You deserve to be beaten as a teacher!"

Zhang Chun: "Why do you hold grudges so much? How long ago did that happen? And it's not intentional after saying it hundreds of times!"

Wang Dingjun: "Hehe, if you dare to make me ashamed as a teacher, I dare to let you lose your flesh! Squat down!"

Zhang Chun: "If you lose more meat, it will become ribs!"

Wang Dingjun: "It's okay, skinny beauty is popular nowadays, don't you want to be the second son of Duke Heng?"

Zhang Chun: "I'm tortured by you every day, I'm not exhausted, but I'm dying. Only with a broad mind can I get fat!"

Wang Dingjun: "Then you can relax and let the teacher train you well."

Zhang Chun: "..." Come and help me!Who will accept this pervert!