Hard to be a good wife

"Drive..." A group of fast horses rushed into the camp outside Huanghua Village.

"Who broke into this place?...Come here, take it down!" There was a burst of ping-ping-pong-pong sound, and when Tang Yue heard the sound and ran out of the temporary ward, the group of intruders had already been tied up.

"You...you...presumptuous...this king is here, what crime should you commit below...ah..."

"Gudao, who is so brave enough to rush straight into the camp? It turned out to be Brother Sanwang. The flood rushed into the Dragon King Temple." Prince Zhao raised his right hand, and the soldiers who had subdued Wang Zixian and others immediately retreated, and behaved politely. Standing aside, but the weapon in his hand is still facing them.

Wang Zixian shook his sleeves and stood up, looked up at Prince Zhao, and was about to criticize him.A guard next to Prince Zhao took the lead and said: "The third prince doesn't even salute His Highness the Prince? Isn't this also a crime?"

Tang Yue silently praised Wang Dingjun, walked up to Prince Zhao and said with a smile: "Yo, it turns out that it is Brother Sanwang. We are all guests who come from afar. It's freezing cold, so come in and have a drink." Cup of tea."

Wang Zixian glanced at Tang Yue, sized him up from head to toe, and then heard the other party continue: "Oh, I almost forgot, the room is full of patients suffering from the disease, which can be contagious, Brother Sanwang wants to go in and see see?"

As soon as Wang Zixian heard that there was an infectious disease, how dare Wang Zixian move his feet and stand there pretendingly, "Hmph, there are still sick people, maybe they died by the prince's sword long ago?"

"Brother Sanwang, what do you mean by this? People are sick and just let it go, why should they die?" Tang Yue took a step forward and looked at him with his head held high. So easy?"

Wang Zixian remembered that Tang Yue once cured the dead man pierced through his chest with a sword, and thought of the worms pulled out of his body. It is really not impossible for him to cure the disease.

"The villagers in Huanghua Village suffer from malaria, that is, there are worms in their stomachs, which is unhygienic, so it causes headaches, brain fever, abdominal pain and diarrhea. Haven't these three princes experienced it? Back then, I was able to remove those worms from the third prince's stomach. Get it out, and naturally get the bugs out of the stomachs of these villagers, you say... right?" Tang Yue smiled maliciously.

Wang Zixian's entire face was black, and when he thought of that dark historical memory that he wished he could not cut off, his hatred for Tang Yue became even more unforgettable.

However, this is not the purpose of his coming here. Whether a person is dead or alive, what does it matter if Tang Yue's medical skills are true or false?

Wang Zixian took out an imperial decree from his sleeve, and threw it directly to Prince Zhao, "The prince has resisted the decree again and again, has he thought about the consequences?"

"Don't worry about it, Brother Wang!" Prince Zhao replied indifferently. He opened the imperial decree and glanced at it, then threw it to Wang Dingjun who was at the side.

"I don't want to bother, the imperial decree has clearly stated that the matter here will be handed over to the king. The prince should go back to the palace and return to his life, so as not to worry about the queen!"

Prince Zhaoyuan thought that after the servant returned yesterday, the king would postpone this matter, but he didn't expect Li Xian to come today.

That is to say, the rumor that I don't know where it came from really entered the heart of the king, even if he didn't believe it, he would still be skeptical.

The most basic trust between father and son is gone, so what is the relationship between father and son?

"Get ready, go back to the city!" Prince Zhao's calm voice sounded, and the rest of the people immediately moved in an orderly manner, dismantling the tent, packing the luggage, loading the luggage one by one into the car, and distributing the remaining food to the villagers.

The villagers of Huanghua Village have long regarded Prince Zhao and his wife as godlike figures, and they respect these two saviors from the bottom of their hearts.

Tang Yue left some recuperating medicine for a few villagers who were weak due to malaria. Their health is no longer about treatment, but about nourishment. Whether they can recover or not depends on themselves.

"Genius doctor, I heard that you opened a Hui'an Church in Yecheng, can we go to the city to see you for medical treatment?"

"It's best not to!" Tang Yue put away the medicine box, saw everyone's faces were gloomy, and said with a smile: "It's best not to come to a place like a medicine store, as long as there are no diseases and no disasters."

"Yes, then can we go to Hui'an Hall to greet you when we go to the city for business?" The villagers regarded Tang Yue as a lifesaver, and they had no money or material things to repay, so they could only rely on a little kindness.

"I'm very welcome, but I'm not in the pharmacy most of the time, and it's the same when I see Mr. Chen and the others." After the old doctors were busy, the villagers naturally saw it, and thanked them sincerely.

Physician Wu pulled Tang Yue aside and asked worriedly: "Is it okay for us to leave like this? How many patients are still not completely out of danger."

"Don't worry, I told His Highness that we will take away those who are seriously ill. For the rest, you only need to take medicine on time and pay attention to diet."

Physician Wu breathed a sigh of relief, and patted Tang Yue's shoulder appreciatively, "Young people are awesome!" He was thinking thoughtfully, no wonder he had achieved success at such a young age, and he couldn't accept it.

Going back this time, he must publicize the fact that the crown princess cured malaria, and let the world know how good Artemisia annua is, and at the same time let them know how broad-minded the crown princess Tang Yue is, and possesses unique skills. people!

"Lang Jun, can the use of Artemisia annua to treat malaria be announced to the world?" Wu Taiyi asked Tang Yue for instructions. Unknowingly, these old doctors have become accustomed to listening to Tang Yue's call.

"Naturally, malaria is widely distributed in hot and humid areas in the south, especially in summer when there are many mosquitoes. People must plant Artemisia annua, wild ones alone are not enough."

The smell of Artemisia annua is very strong, and no one usually goes back to eat this, so there will be no species.

Now that I know its value, it must rely on artificial planting to meet the demand.

"I'm afraid I will have to speak to the court about this matter. It would be best if the king approves."

Tang Yue had a better idea in his heart, but he had to discuss it with Prince Zhao before he could say it, so he just nodded and didn't express his opinion too much.

The things were quickly cleaned up. Before leaving, Prince Zhao told the head of Huanghua Village that if there was another heavy snowfall, they could collectively move to a resettlement site on the outskirts of the city, and come back to rebuild their home after the spring.

The tents they live in can only be used as a temporary emergency, and if there is a snowfall, they will not be able to withstand it.

Watching Tang Yue get into the carriage, Prince Zhao jumped on the horse, and was about to raise his whip to set off. Seeing Wang Zixian and his party standing far away, his brows frowned.

He shouted loudly: "There is nothing to do here, the orphan and the princess have done what they should do, what is the third brother doing here?"

"Since my father ordered me to come here to take over the disaster relief work, I naturally still have work to do. Look, the villagers here are all sallow and emaciated, which shows how much suffering they have suffered."

Prince Zhao and the others were about to leave, and all the villagers came out to see them off. They stood in rows at the entrance of the village, their rickety figures, ragged clothes, and dark and thin cheeks looked like refugees.

Prince Zhao rode up to him and looked at him condescendingly, "Brother San Wang came here empty-handed, how can you help the disaster?"

"The relief food will arrive soon. Is the crown prince afraid that this king will take your credit? Or...hehe..." Wang Zixian sneered at the corner of his mouth, as if mocking Prince Zhao's most guilty conscience.

Tang Yue rolled his eyes when he heard that, why is such a person so annoying?Their hearts are black, and they always feel that the hearts of the whole world are black.

Did they think that the lies they uttered out of their mouths would definitely become true?

Tang Yue glanced at Wang Zixian's pretentious expression, his heart was dark for a while, and he said provocatively: "Your Highness, since Brother Sanwang wants to stay here, let him stay. It's a sympathy for each other. Maybe Brother Sanwang wants to reminisce. How about a worm?"

Wang Zixian's vicious eyes swept over, Tang Yue smiled at him tenderly, one cold and one hot, the more irritated Wang Zixian's internal organs were torn apart.

"By the way, Brother Sanwang didn't bring any luggage, right? If you want to stay overnight, I'm afraid there are only three houses at the head of the village where you can live. Maybe there are still bugs left on the ground, you might as well experience it again.”

The surrounding soldiers and villagers all lowered their heads, shrugging their shoulders and holding back their laughter. They had never seen Miracle Doctor Tang with such a vicious tongue.

People who can be hated by a genius doctor must have something to hate, and everyone has no sympathy for Wang Zixian.

"Let's go!" Wang Zixian couldn't bear it anymore, and walked away.

"Third Prince, no, our trip..."

"Shut up! There are plenty of opportunities!" Wang Zixian took a gloomy look at the village, and ran away at a faster speed than when he came here.

Prince Zhao looked at their backs with deep eyes, called Wang Dingjun, and gave him some instructions in a low voice.

Wang Dingjun's eyes flashed, he bowed his head and promised, and quickly led his men to chase after him.

"Let's go!" The team started to move, heading towards Ye City at a uniform speed.

Tang Yue lifted the curtains and waved to Wei Yan who trotted all the way to catch up. This young man has the temperament he likes, filial piety, optimism, and perseverance.

If he met such a person in his previous life, he might not be able to help but take a few more glances.