Hard to be a good wife

Prince Zhao was riding a horse, and Tang Yue was fighting the landlord with Ping Shun and Zhao Sanlang on the carriage. These two men were quite courageous, and they got into the carriage directly under Prince Zhao's piercing gaze. The poor Tang Yue could withstand the pressure.

"Why didn't you see that kid Huangfu Chun in the end? Did he get locked up by His Highness?" Zhao Sanlang still couldn't like this kid, he always felt that he was too lively, and honest people like them were definitely cheated without knowing it.

Although no one has ever admitted that he is an honest man.

"I don't know, I'll go and see him when I get back." Tang Yue also felt strange, according to Zhang Chun's personality, he was not such a quiet person.

A group of people entered the Prince's Mansion, and Tang Yue took Zhao Sanlang and He Shun directly to Zhang Chun's courtyard. After he inherited the title, he should have his own Marquis Mansion, but he has been living in the Prince's Mansion because he is too young. government.

"Where's the young master?" Tang Yue strode into the courtyard and asked a little man who was serving Zhang Chun.

The man looked flustered, his legs went limp after being caught by Tang Yue, and he hesitated for a long time without answering.

"What's going on? What about others?" Tang Yue frowned, thinking: something happened, right?

No way, in this prince's mansion, is there anyone who can lose it?

"Ask you something, are you stupid?" Zhao Sanlang took the servant and patted his cheek.

"No... Sir, the young master is in the house..."

Tang Yue looked at him suspiciously, "Really?"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, he kicked open the door and rushed into the room, a gust of heat wafted out, and there was indeed a humanoid object wrapped in a quilt in the bed.

"Aren't you? You started to sleep at this point?" Tang Yue cursed with a smile, walked over and pulled the quilt away.

The eyelids of the person in the bed trembled, turned over and curled up and continued to sleep, but did not wake up.

Tang Yue frowned again, sat on the edge of the bed and patted his back, "Hey, did you become a thief last night? Have you had dinner yet?"

The other party still didn't wake up after such a fuss, Tang Yue was frightened, pulled Zhang Chun over, and saw that his face was flushed, sweat was dripping from his forehead, there was still a basin of cold water by the bed, soaked in a handkerchief.

He put his hand on the other person's forehead to test his temperature, and then lifted his eyelids to look at his pupils, only then was he sure that this kid was sick, and his fever was not mild.

"What's the matter?" Ping Shun asked anxiously from the side, the friendship between him and Zhang Chun came out of nowhere, they hadn't been together for long, but they were quite strong, as if they knew each other in a previous life.

"I have a fever." Tang Yue said angrily, and then shouted outside: "Come here!"

Soon, the four servants rushed in, kneeling on the ground without raising their heads.

"What's going on? When did the young master become ill? Do you know?"

The servant who was caught by Tang Yue just took two steps forward, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, the Young Master has been ill since the night before, but he won't let me tell you."

"He won't tell you that we won't tell the housekeeper secretly? Are you still servants of the Prince's Mansion?" Zhao Sanlang has never seen such rigid servants. Don't they know that wind and cold can kill people?

If the young master dies in this room, the servants who serve here will definitely be buried with him!

"Yes... It's the young master who said... It's just a little fever, it's okay, it's Chinese New Year, don't make everyone's bad luck."

At this time, there was indeed such a saying that during festivals, especially when offering sacrifices to ancestors, wealthy families were especially taboo about getting sick.

Tang Yue sighed, covered Zhang Chun with the quilt, and asked someone to bring another quilt, and then gave him a prescription for his pulse.

The room was quiet, and no one dared to show their anger. After a while, Duke Heng asked in a daze: "Tang Xiaolang, Huangfu is afraid to trouble you, right? Why don't you let him live in my house?"

"..." Tang Yue's background froze, and he turned around with a wry smile, "Don't make trouble, he just doesn't feel safe."

He understands this feeling, just like when he first came to this world, he was at a loss for strange people and strange environment.

Fortunately, he has a family of Liyang Hou, and fortunately he got to know Prince Zhao, so he gradually integrated into this era, had a career, a love, and a family.

But Zhang Chun is different. He just came here in that situation. He has no relatives, few friends, and is still young. Although he usually laughs and looks heartless, his heart is still very delicate.

There is also a pharmacy in the prince's mansion. Tang Yue asked people to take the prescription to grab the medicine, and then brought it when it was ready. He went to pour a cup of warm water and feed it to Zhang Chun little by little.

Zhao Sanlang and He Shun were squatting beside the bed watching, both of them looked serious, Zhao Sanlang even reached out and touched Zhang Chun's forehead.

"It's very hot, isn't it a little sick?"

"Well, I didn't see a doctor and take medicine in time, and the fever has not subsided. If the fever lasts for another two days, I might become a fool." Tang Yue replied helplessly.

"Actually, think about it, he is really pitiful. He was born without parents and elders, so it is not easy to grow up safely." Zhao Sanlang suddenly felt that it was really unreasonable for him to complain about this ordinarily.

Thinking of Zhang Chun's life experience in his previous life, Tang Yue secretly sighed, just like what he said to Tang Ya before, people are born different.

"Everyone has his own fortune, Saburo, life is made by people."

Zhao Sanlang curled his lips, "My lord knows, when will you correct your habit of being a teacher and teaching others?"

Tang Yue rolled his eyes and thought to himself: I only educate you because I care about you, otherwise, who would like to waste words?

After waiting for a bowl of soup and medicine to be fed, Zhang Chun finally woke up after waiting for another half an hour. When he woke up, he was shocked to see the room full of people.

"My god, am I dying? Are you here to die?"

Tang Yue slapped him hard on the head, "I'll show you off, if I don't come here today, I'll have to order your coffin tomorrow!"

"Hehe..." Zhang Chun smiled embarrassingly, "It's not that serious, it's just a little cold, just lie down and you'll be fine."

"Don't you know that you have a fever? Shall I tell you how many people will die of wind and cold in a year, and how many people will become stupid because of the persistent high fever?"

"Don't scare me. It's not like I haven't had a fever before. How can I be so stupid?" Zhang Chun slowly turned over and lay down for a few days. His whole body was sore and his limbs were very weak.

"Don't you fucking know that you burned for three days and three nights? Do you have any common sense?" Tang Yue asked through gritted teeth.

"It's... been three days?" Zhang Chun's complexion changed drastically. Although he was still blushing, there was still some unhealthy pallor.

"What do you think?"

"Brother, hehe... Well, you are a genius doctor, this little problem is nothing, right?" Zhang Chun stretched out his hands to hug Tang Yue's arms, and turned on the coquettish mode.

Tang Yue leaned into his ear and said viciously: "Hey, don't you know best whether I am a genius doctor? And since you know that I am a doctor, why are you still hiding your illness?"

Zhang Chun rubbed his ears and moved away a little, "Isn't it Chinese New Year?" He knew that Tang Yue and the prince had been busy recently, and they often didn't see anyone for days and nights, not to mention it was Chinese New Year. Are you busy with illness?

After all, he is just borrowing, he is just a guest, and a guest must act like a guest.

It's already cheeky for him to cling to Tang Yue, a fellow villager, if he causes more trouble, even he himself will hate himself.

"You don't need to be treated for the Chinese New Year? Besides, your little problem is just a matter of taking some medicine. He still has to delay the Chinese New Year. Is it interesting?"

"Okay brother, I know I was wrong, oops, I'm sleepy again, let me sleep?"

"Still asleep?" Zhao Sanyun rushed over and pulled him up, "Don't, I heard that you have been asleep for three days, come, let's chat, play cards, and wait until later sleep."

Ping Shun took the cards spontaneously, placed a low table directly on the bed, sat on one side of the table, and looked at Tang Yue.

Tang Yue was almost defeated by them, so he sent someone to report to Prince Zhao, and joined the game.

Tang Yue took Zhang Chun's temperature every half an hour, and gave him medicine two hours later, and he felt at ease when his fever subsided.

Zhang Chun looked at the people in this circle, and said that it would be a lie not to be moved, Tang Yue was fine, after all, he was a fellow townsman, Zhao Sanying and Shun Shun were the sons of the upper class in his eyes, even if such a person had friendship, he should not It's against him.

This flattered him immensely.

In the end, he still couldn't integrate himself into the role of Zhongyonghou, he couldn't learn things, he had no direction in doing things, and he felt uncomfortable even living here.

Before leaving, Tang Yue asked him: "Have you learned all the words?"

"I learned it." It's been so long, and if he doesn't learn it again, he will almost be called an idiot.

"Well, from tomorrow on, don't study any nonsense, just follow me. It's meaningless to learn any great strategies for governing the country, or the Four Books and Five Classics.

Zhang Chun burst into laughter in his heart, but said on his mouth: "Let me run errands for you, and you won't be afraid of losing your life!"

Tang Yue snorted, "I think your legs are too short if you want to run errands, so I'll let you meet people and things." This is much more useful than reading behind closed doors.

"No such personal attacks." Zhang Chun is indeed not tall now, and he doesn't know how much he will grow in the future.

The corner of Tang Yue's mouth hooked, Zhao Sanying and He Shun agreed to come and see him tomorrow, and they left together.

After everyone left, Zhang Chun lay in the quiet room, stared at the top of the bed for a while, and then fell asleep in a daze, but this time, he slept very peacefully.