Hard to be a good wife

"His Royal Highness is so eager to hand over the financial power to me, isn't it because he wants me to help you make money?" Tang Yue joked.

"With your pure heart, I dare not let you go into business, or you will lose all your family's money, and we have to drink the northwest wind."

"..." Tang Yue stared at Prince Zhao seriously for ten seconds, "The entire Southern Jin Dynasty will be yours. With such a big backer, how can you lose money in business?"

Prince Zhao led him to the secret room next door. The walls were covered with unknown paint and had a strange smell, but the room was very dry, filled with bamboo slips, and the shelves went straight to the roof.

"Why do you hide the books here?" Tang Yue thought to himself, considering how precious books are in this era, the value of this room is probably much higher than that of the next door.

Prince Zhao randomly pulled out a roll of bamboo slips and handed it to him. Tang Yue took it, wiped off the dust on the surface, opened it, and quickly browsed it, only to find that it was written in words he could not understand.

"This……"

"The characters of the Southern Jin Dynasty were unified and created by the ancestors 500 years ago, and the original characters were abandoned. Here, some of them are those lost classics. Such books are not allowed to circulate outside. They can only be hidden in here."

Tang Yue touched the marks carved by the knife on the bamboo slips, and asked suspiciously: "The lifespan of the bamboo slips is limited, and it may be difficult to preserve them for hundreds of years, right?"

Prince Zhao nodded, "These were secretly given to Gu by Gu's teacher before his death, and they have survived through generations of non-stop copying. Nowadays, there are very few people who can understand these ancient characters."

"Then we can only use them by translating them into the characters of the Southern Jin Dynasty." Tang Yue calculated with his eyes.There are at least a thousand volumes of bamboo slips here, which must be useful if they can be passed down from generation to generation.

The best ending for these books is if they can be promoted.

It seems that newspapers and printing companies have found a way to sit up, but unfortunately I know so little, and I don't know if I can make it in my lifetime.

"It's true. If you have time alone, you will wish you were a few years older. There are many things to do. If you don't have enough rights, you are just powerless."

It was the first time for Tang Yue to hear him express clearly that he wanted to become king, but he didn't have the slightest resistance in his heart, only a touch of distress.

Even at such a young age, he has already put a heavy burden on himself. I really don't know whether it is good or bad.

"Your Highness is only 14 years old, why don't you look back when you are 40 years old, you will definitely be proud of yourself."

A smile appeared on the corner of Prince Zhao's mouth, "What about you? Are you proud of being alone?"

Tang Yue choked for a moment, and chuckled, "Well... why don't you come and ask me when your Highness is 40 years old?" By that time, the undecided, wandering, and hesitant hearts will definitely find a home.

"Good." Prince Zhao took this as Tang Yue's promise, and he took Tang Yue out of the basement full of joy without revealing it.

Tang Yue walked up the smooth steps, jokingly said: "Your Highness can build a secret passage on the ground, and one day the enemy invades, we also have a way to escape."

Prince Zhao stopped in his tracks, deep thought flashed in his eyes, and he reassured forcefully: "One day when I am alone, I will definitely not let the enemy set foot on the land of the Southern Jin Dynasty!"

"I'm ambitious, but let's go out first. It's late at night, right?"

Only then did Prince Zhao realize that the two of them hadn't had dinner yet, so he strode out, closed the door of the secret passage, and asked someone to pass the meal on.

The food in Prince's Mansion is several grades higher than Tengyun Villa. In the whole of Ye City, Tang Yue's food is only here except his own home.

"Hungry?" Prince Zhao personally took a piece of fried fish for Tang Yue.

Tang Yue nodded and took a bite. The golden-yellow skin was a bit crispy, but the fish inside was very fresh, and the fire was well controlled.

"It seems that I have the time to learn cooking skills from the chef in the house. I am really envious."

"Why do you want to learn? Let the kitchen cook what you want to eat." During this time, Prince Zhao obviously felt that his appetite had improved, and he had gained a lot in height and weight, all thanks to Tang Yue.

Without the new recipes he brought, no one would have known that dishes can be fried in oil, meat can be deep-fried, and there are all kinds of dim sum, which emerge in endlessly and capture the hearts of eaters.

It was already midnight after the two of them finished their meal, so Tang Yue lived next door again. Thinking back to the month when he lived here, Tang Yue found that he didn't dislike the life in the Prince's Mansion.

Discipline is strict here, and the servants seldom steal, rape and play tricks. Without women, there are no maids who talk all over the place. Occasionally, conflicts between men can be resolved directly with fists, simple and quick.

As soon as it was dawn, Tang Yue was woken up again by the knock on the door. He closed his eyes and shouted, "Zhao Sanlang, are you finished?"

The knock on the door was interrupted for a moment, and then it rang more violently. Tang Yue suspected that the door would be kicked open in the next moment.

"Brother Tang, get up, help me..."

Tang Yue's eyes widened instantly, he jumped up from the bed, opened the door barefoot, and saw Zhang Chun's tender face.

"Brother Tang, I miss you to death..." Zhang Chun yelled, jumped onto Tang Yue, wrapped Tang Yue tightly with his four hands and feet like an octopus, and slapped Tang Yue on the face openly , thinking that this way of greeting is very western.

Tang Yue didn't realize that he got it, and he didn't care about it because of his age, but some people couldn't see it if he didn't care.

One hand grabbed Zhang Chun's collar and pulled him off Tang Yue.

"Why is it you again? It's still lingering...Wang Dingjun, I tell you, don't think you can bully people just because you know martial arts. There will always be times when you regret it..."

Tang Yue looked at Zhang Chun being held in other people's hands like a chick, and felt that this scene was very joyful. He was really blinded by his age in his previous life, and he was exactly like a ten-year-old child.

Wang Dingjun threw him on the ground, kicked him in a certain direction, and said meaningfully: "Don't talk about the future, you have to pass this level before you talk about it."

Zhang Chun got up from the ground, and before he could stand still, he felt someone standing in front of him. He was less than 1.5 meters tall, and he only saw who was standing in front of him when he looked up.

He took a step back subconsciously, first forced a smile, and then saluted in a daze.

Prince Zhao looked at him indifferently with his hands behind his back, and asked, "Is the matter settled?"

Zhang Chun patted the dust on his buttocks and nodded: "Yes, all the family property in the brochure has been recovered. It is really thanks to the help of His Royal Highness, otherwise they would like to renege on me because I am young."

Thinking of how much property he owns, Zhang Chun's heart becomes hot. Even if he is an actor all his life, he will not be able to earn so much gold, silver, jewels, land and houses.

I am really grateful to that blasting master. If I can go back, I must thank him well. It is really worth dying.

Prince Zhao still had no expression on his face, "That's good, since that's the case, Zhongyonghou should go to settle down earlier, if there is not enough manpower, I can send someone to tie you up and clean up the house."

"How embarrassing, ha ha." Zhang Chun felt that His Royal Highness was so kind and a typical representative of helping others. With such a backer, life here would definitely not be too bad in the future.

Thinking that he might become a high official and hold great power, Zhang Chun felt that there was nothing wrong with traveling to this backward and poor ancient times.

"Come, see off." Prince Zhao glanced at Wang Dingjun, who consciously dragged Zhang Chun out.

"Wait...wait...I still have something to ask Brother Tang...hey...Brother Tang..."

Tang Yue looked helplessly at his figure as he walked further and further away, waved his hands awkwardly, and then lowered his arms under Prince Zhao's calm eyes.

"Cough...good morning, have you had breakfast?"

Prince Zhao walked over and hugged Tang Yue horizontally, and then carried him into the room under the stunned expression of the other party.

"No... put me down!" Tang Yue struggled and roared, he had never experienced such a thing in his two lifetimes, when a majestic man let the princess hug him, he didn't know where to put his face.

"Put me down quickly!" Tang Yue blushed, the two were obviously about the same height, but this hug instantly weakened his momentum a lot.

"You're not wearing shoes!" Prince Zhao said coldly, and strode Tang Yue onto the bed.

Tang Yue remembered that not only did he not wear shoes, but he didn't even wear a jacket when he said this. He didn't even feel cold when he was excited just now, but now he felt chilly all over.

His face became even redder, and he retracted his feet into the bed. Fortunately, the floor in this room was covered with blankets, otherwise his feet would be numb from the cold.

The two were silent for a while, Tang Yue broke the tense atmosphere and said: "Lord and brave...he is still young, I just treat him like a younger brother."

Prince Zhao squinted at him, making it clear that he did not accept this kind of answer, "It's fine for brothers to hug each other, but what's the matter with kissing?"

When his fiancé is dead?

Tang Yue couldn't explain that this was a popular meeting etiquette after 2000, and it was still abroad, so he could only tell Xi Ni: "He is young and ignorant, and he treats me as an elder. It is inevitable that he will be a little excited after being separated for too long... "

"Bo..." His wife kissed Tang Yue's cheek, which startled Tang Yue.

"Is this the location?" Prince Zhao asked, staring into his eyes.

Tang Yue touched the place where he was kissed, and felt that it was burning hot. It felt like he was branded instead of being kissed. Obviously, he didn't feel it at all when Zhang Chun kissed just now.

"Probably... yes." Tang Yue replied with little confidence.

Prince Zhao leaned over and kissed again, and licked it with his tongue even more excessively, and said emphatically, "Just this one time is not an example!"

Tang Yue became angry from embarrassment, but also slightly happy, "You have to say this to Hou Zhongyong."

Prince Zhao snorted softly, "Of course someone will warn him."

Zhang Chun hadn't recovered from being dragged out of the Prince's Mansion, how could he be kicked out after being well behaved?Wasn't the atmosphere good just now?

Sure enough, companions are like companions to tigers, the mind of this superior is too difficult to guess, like a woman, it changes rapidly.

Wang Dingjun threw him into the carriage, and drove the carriage to Zhongyong Hou's mansion in Yecheng as a coachman himself.

It was only after Zhang Chun came back this time that he knew that he still had a big house in the capital.

He sat next to the coachman, hugged his knees and said sympathetically, "I finally know where your bad temper came from. There's a boss with a volatile temper, no wonder you're so perverted!"

Wang Dingjun glanced at him, and said with a sneer: "The ignorant are so fearless, Wang is deeply impressed!"

"Hey, can you talk nicely?" Zhang Chun glared at him, "Isn't it just a sap? It's worth keeping your revenge until now? You have revenged yourself, what else do you want?"

Along the way, he was often bullied by this bastard. They either gave him water with salt or stuffed ice cubes in his quilt. If it wasn't because he was not familiar with the place, he couldn't go on the road alone at such a young age. To draw a line with him!

"Do you know that you walked around Huangquan Road?"

Zhang Chun's eyes widened, "You..." How did he know?Could it be that he heard something when he was in Qinyang City?

He didn't know what kind of character that Huangfu Chun was before, but he dared to commit suicide, it must have been a character completely different from his own, and he only needed to inquire a little bit to know the difference.

This is how to do?

Zhang Chun kept a little distance from him, and prepared to run away as soon as he told the truth. Although the probability of success was very low, it was better than sitting still and waiting for death.

In this era of feudal superstition, if people know that this body has changed its soul, it will definitely end up being burned to death.

He would rather die like Huangfu Chun by drinking poisonous wine than being burned to death, it's too painful!