C48 Don't be too Narcissistic!

"Third Prince, please come in. My master's body is inconvenient, so I'll have to trouble you to come in and take a look." The butler pushed open Wang Zizhao's door and invited him in.

Wang Zixian pushed him away with one hand and strode into the room. As he walked, he smiled and said: "Ninth Brother, I heard that your legs have recovered, Royal Brother has come to visit you."

In the middle of the room, Wang Zizhao was lying on the bed. His face was sallow, her upper body covered with a thin woolen blanket, her lower body was wearing breeches, and his two calves were wrapped in plaster, making his look somewhat miserable.

He turned his head, stared at Wang Zixian, and said indifferently: Thank you for your concern, Three Royal Brother s.

Wang Zixian walked over to the side of the bed, and looked at his opponent, especially at his legs, which wished that he could see clearly from inside out, with laser eyes.

"Cough, cough …" Tang Yue reminded from the side, "This … Third Prince right? It's not good for you to come in like this. "

Only then did Wang Zixian retract his gaze, and looked at Tang Yue who was in the middle of speaking with his mouth slanted, in a manner that looked down on people the most.

"You are the rumored Yueyang Marquis who knows about medical techniques? "He's really young!" Wang Zixian used the last four words that he said to easily shatter the confidence others had in Tang Yue.

However, this was no longer enough to shock Tang Yue. He smiled lightly and said: "I am indeed from the Yueyang Marquis's Mansion, and am indeed a few years younger than Third Prince, surnamed Tang."

"Tang Xiaolang said that Ninth Brother's leg can be cured? I wonder how long it will take for me to recover? "

"A doctor can naturally cure it, but whether or not it can be cured is hard to say. It depends on the patient's luck."

"I've never heard that healing depends on luck. Is Tang Xiaolang really joking with Ninth Brother's life?" Third Prince snorted, and advised Wang Zizhao: "Ninth Brother, your identity is noble, how can you let this brat do whatever he wants? "It's better if we hurry up and kick him out."

"It's too early to say that." Tang Yue grinned as he continued, "I have made an agreement with Wang Zizhao and the various doctors about a month's time limit, whether it's good or bad, we'll talk about it at that time."

Third Prince glanced at Wang Zizhao's pair of strange legs, clicked his tongue, and sighed: "If it really comes to that, I'm afraid Ninth Brother's legs will be completely crippled."

Tang Yue shrugged his shoulders, "There's no other way. After all, it's such a serious injury, wanting to recover is already very difficult, so I can only try my best." After saying that, he looked at Wang Zizhao as if he was speaking the truth, full of sympathy and pity.

Third Prince's mood became even better. Like he said, if the entire Imperial Medical Office could not treat injuries, what could a teenage brat do? Although it was said to depend on luck, it was actually just using Wang Zizhao's legs to understand his future.

If he was lucky, he would be able to cure her. However, he would gain both fame and fortune. If he was unlucky … Ha ha, that's hard to say.

Based on Royal Father and Ninth Brother's personalities, this Tang Family young dandy was probably not in a good mood.

Third Prince was in a good mood, and found Tang Yue pleasing to the eye. He even comforted him gently: "Wealth has lives, life is in the sky, it's fine as long as Tang Xiaolang tries his best. I believe Ninth Brother will not pursue this matter … Right? "

Wang Zizhao said indifferently: "Royal Brother is joking, if Tang Yue dares to boast in front of the imperial physician, he will naturally pay the price."

Tang Yue smiled awkwardly, and spoke in a flattering manner: "Your Highness, don't worry, your leg will definitely be healed!"

This time, Third Prince was even more at ease. This kind of youth was a lackey, after all, there were so many people around him, it was not worth mentioning at all.

His objective had already been achieved, and the Third Prince did not want to stay any longer. He encouraged Wang Zizhao with a few words, then left a cart full of things, and happily left.

Tang Yue closed the door and patted his chest, "This act really requires a professional to do it. It's too tiring."

Wang Zizhao who was lying on the bed also sat up, he propped up the table on the bed and continued to handle official business, as if the person who was not lightly sick just now wasn't him at all.

Tang Yue walked over, sat on the side of the bed, and fanned himself with a sheepskin scroll. "Honestly speaking, your Three Royal Brother's smile was so cheap, as if he wished that you could never get up from the bed."

"Didn't you already know that this would happen?" Wang Zizhao lowered his head and wrote a row of small characters on the bamboo block with his brush, and only put it aside after the ink had dried.

It had to be said that Wang Zizhao's IQ was indeed high. Before Tang Yue could develop the ink, he had already found an alternative.

After bringing the item over, Tang Yue tried to write a few words. It was red in color but it was thinner than cinnabar, and it was said that it was some kind of juice that was grinded by flowers.

It was fortunate that he had a lot of manpower. For him to be able to create a bowl of flower juice in such a short period of time, it was quite easy to write.

"Just guess that you don't want him to know your leg is going to be fine." Tang Yue could guess that before Wang Zizhao's legs recovered, spreading the news too early would not be beneficial.

On the contrary, it would be easier for him to face wave after wave of probing and stop his cultivation.

Today's Third Prince was the first, but that did not mean he was the last.

Tang Yue thought, he had to be more alert, probably a lot of people would want to take advantage of him, but luckily Wang Zizhao forced him to stay in Prince Zhao's Mansion.

Otherwise, his Yueyang Marquis's Mansion would not be so calm right now.

Wang Zizhao finished his official business silently and let his men take away the things he needed to do. Then, he looked at the teenager who was chatting with the dog and thought: It seems that this person is quite intelligent.

His medical skills were good, and his background was neither high nor low. What was rare was his balance in mind. Such a person was worth winning over.

Thinking back to when Tang Yue said that he liked his chamber pot, Wang Zizhao considered whether or not she should give it to him.

It was just a chamber pot after all, so it shouldn't be a problem, right?

Tang Yue still did not know that in order to rope him in, Wang Zizhao had prepared to give him that glittering night jug. He laid on the bed and asked: "Did I perform pretty well?"

Wang Zizhao looked at him a few times before reluctantly nodding, "It's alright, just that … The last expression on his face was extremely unsightly to behold! "

He had discovered long ago that even though Tang Yue was smiling at everyone, he was not a weak person that could be bullied. Furthermore, he had never shown any signs of flattering.

Tang Yue touched his face, "It should be a perfect performance, it really fits the concept."

Wang Zizhao tapped his head with the brush, "Don't be too narcissistic!"

"Don't you dare hit my head again!" Tang Yue scratched his head, thinking: So you actually know the word narcissism, how shameless!

In the entire Prince Zhao's Mansion, who would be narcissistic to Wang Zizhao?

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[Small Theater]

Tang Yue: "You're very narcissistic, this is not good!"

Wang Zizhao: "What's not good about it?"

Tang Yue: "Being narcissistic causes one to regress, and is only satisfied with the current situation. You, a person who wants to be the country's king, can't you just stand there?"

Wang Zizhao: "The entire world belongs to this king and you are also this king. This king is very satisfied with this situation."

Tang Yue, "..." As expected, there was nothing to pursue anymore.