C49 F Ck 'can't You Play a Little Bit More?

Tang Yue stayed in the Prince Zhao's Mansion all day, unaware the rumors about him had spread all over the place.

Zhao Sanlang didn't manage to find anyone after going up the Yueyang Marquis's Mansion a few times, but after he made some detours and found out that he was in the Prince Zhao's Mansion, he mustered up his courage and personally came to pay them a visit.

Tang Yue was holding onto the set of carving knives that Wang Zizhao had given him, and there was messy wood on the table. After staring at it for a while, he could not help but ask, "You really came to find me?"

Zhao Sanlang was filled with black lines, "If I don't come to find you, then what about my Prince Zhao's Mansion?" He wasn't that free!

When people of their generation saw Wang Zizhao, it was as if they had seen a mouse seeing a cat. They could hide as far away as they could, or like a cat seeing a fish.

Unfortunately, he, Zhao Sanlang, belonged to the former group. Unless it was something important, he would never step foot onto the Prince Zhao's Mansion's gate.

"Oh, then what did you come find me for?" Tang Yue thought that since he had nothing important to do, he might as well continue with his work.

Zhao Sanlang's attention was attracted by the things that he had sculpted, he laid on the table and looked at them one by one, exclaiming in surprise: "Tang Xiaolang, such good skills!"

He picked up a cute and adorable wooden pig and peeked at it. For the first time, he realized that this creature was not that bad.

"Thank you for your praise!" Tang Yue accepted his praise without raising his head.

"What are you carving? "Do what?"

"The Twelve Zodiac, a boring pastime!" Tang Yue raised the completed tiger in his hand in front of him and nodded his head in satisfaction.

Sure enough, his skills had to be practiced. He had finally returned to his peak level.

The tiger in his hand had been snatched away by Zhao Sanlang. He looked at it like it was a treasure for a long time, "It really is lifelike.

Tang Yue secretly cursed: Why is such a small wooden sculpture covered with a tiger's skin?

"Hey, give this to me. I'm a tiger!" With that, he bluntly stuffed the wooden sculpture into his arms.

Tang Yue reached out and snatched the wooden sculpture from him. "If you like me and you have another carving, I'll give this to someone else."

"Who should I gift it to? Who else has more face than me, Zhao Sanlang? " Young Master Zhao asked in an awe-inspiring manner.

Tang Yue pointed his sword in a certain direction and shrugged: "Why don't you go and tell Wang Zizhao that he might be willing to give one to you?"

Zhao Sanlang retracted his neck, his arrogance was instantly extinguished, "Hehe, so it's like this, this young noble will not steal anything from you, but remember to carve one for me next time. No, I want two, one male and one female! "

Tang Yue looked at him, and said while clicking his tongue, "Zhao Sanlang, I never thought that you would actually like a woman who is one round better than me, don't tell me you've been lacking in maternal love since young?"

There was no need to ask, he already knew that one of the two wooden sculptures belonged to the County Princess Huizhu.

Zhao Sanlang's face turned green, and roared: "How can love be judged by age? "A mortal!"

"Alright, alright, as long as you like it." He couldn't be bothered to care who this brat liked. What did it have to do with him?

Zhao Sanlang rubbed his nose, and asked with a lowered voice: "Your idea from last time seems to be useless."

"What idea?" Tang Yue couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

Zhao Sanlang glared at him and reminded him, "Love letter..."

"Oh, oh, that …" The other party doesn't like it? " It can't be, "You probably didn't write it vividly enough, right?"

Zhao Sanlang took out a stack of handkerchief and handed it over to Tang Yue, "Look, such a heart-wrenching poem, why is it not vivid enough?" Just as he finished speaking, he remembered that Tang Yue could not read, and thus retracted his hand. "Forget it, since you can't read, this young master will read it to you."

Tang Yue pressed his hand down, and smiled, "Who said I can't read?"

He pried Zhao Sanlang's hand away, held the handkerchief in front of him and looked at it seriously.

He had learnt words from Wang Zizhao for a few days and got to know hundreds of them. He thought that reading a few poems would definitely not be a problem, but he never thought that this fellow would actually find a gunner from somewhere.

Zhao Sanlang asked in surprise, "When did you learn to write?"

"I'm learning now!" Tang Yue also wouldn't lie to him.

Zhao Sanlang looked at him in shock and stammered, "You … Did you learn it from Mr. Wen? "

"Who is Mr. Wen?"

Zhao Sanlang rolled his eyes, and exhaled, "That's right, I overestimated you, how could it be that Mr. Wen had personally taught you, it's just learning how to read?"

Tang Yue understood, it was likely that this Mr. Wen was a very famous scholar, and one that was within the Prince Zhao's Mansion.

Should he tell this brat that the one who taught him how to write and write was Wang Zizhao?

Forget it, it sounded so fake. This kid would definitely not believe it.

"Can you understand it?" Zhao Sanlang changed the topic.

"Cough, cough …" Of course! " Tang Yue was a little less confident, but he still commented, "These poems of yours are too lofty, their conception has already broken away from love. The princess will only comment on them and will definitely not feel your feelings."

Zhao Sanlang suddenly held onto Tang Yue's hand, his eyes gleaming, "Brother, you're really too talented, how do you know that the princess only said two words?"

Tang Yue shook off his hand and let out a cheap laugh, "I guessed!"

"You're really not an ordinary person!" Zhao Sanlang said excitedly: "Princess, after reading it, you only said 'good poem', and then, you gave me a jade ruyi, and sent me away."

Tang Yue thought: If I don't send you out, would I still be letting you eat and stay the night? You wish!

However, he guessed that this kid probably didn't have any chance. The age gap was right there, how could it be so easy to cross over?

"Why don't you change the way you do it? Don't find someone to write it for you. Do it yourself. Write out your thoughts and send a bouquet of roses every day. Try it."

"What is a rose?" Zhao Sanlang tilted his head and asked.

Tang Yue really wanted to start rubbing his head.

"It's just a type of flower. Big red, if you can't find it, then use something else to replace it." I don't know when the roses came.

"Understood." Zhao Sanlang nodded seriously.

"Do you want to go in and see Wang Zizhao?" Tang Yue asked him. Since he had entered someone's house, it would be impolite not to take a look at the owner.

Zhao Sanlang jumped up in fright, and waved his hand frequently: "No need, I have matters to attend to, I will take my leave first, goodbye!"

With that, he ran off.

Tang Yue was speechless, was Wang Zizhao that scary? It's not like he could eat people!

He polished the zodiac on the table with a cloth, took it to the carpenter's, painted it, found a long box, and put it away, ready to present the treasure.

Ever since the last time Third Prince came, Wang Zizhao was not in a good mood. After Tang Yue failed to lure him with delicious food, he had no choice but to find a new path, and no one knew if he liked it or not.

Knocking on the door of Wang Zizhao's room, Tang Yue smelled a smoky smell and quickly opened the window, "What are you burning? "Such a big cigarette wouldn't open the window at all, so he's not afraid of dying from the smoke.

Wang Zizhao did not answer, but stared at the brazier thinking about something.

Tang Yue never cared about his official affairs, and even more so, wouldn't take part in his conspiracy.

Initially, he only wanted to make a name for himself by healing Wang Zizhao's legs, and establish his own career. However, after getting along with him for a while, he realized that although he was cold, he wouldn't find it difficult to get along with him.

"Stop looking, if you keep staring at that pot, you won't be able to turn a pile of ash into its original form." Tang Yue extended the wooden box in front of him, "Open it and take a look, this is for you."

Wang Zizhao looked up at him, puzzled. "You gave this to this king?"

"That's right, we're staying at your house for free, isn't it normal to give a few gifts?" Of course, Tang Yue wouldn't say that it was to ease Wang Zizhao's mood.

Wang Zizhao opened the wooden box and saw a row of wooden animal sculptures inside. All of them looked extremely cute, and looked very different from what he knew.

He took out a monkey and placed it in his palm. The palm sized monkey raised its eyebrows and gazed into the distance. Its eyes were lively and lifelike.

"You carved it?" Wang Zizhao looked at Tang Yue's hands, really wanting to know what else they could do.

Tang Yue smiled but did not answer, "Do you like it?"

"Very pretty." Wang Zizhao answered honestly.

"Are you in a better mood?" Tang Yue glanced at the brazier on the ground and comforted her, "Actually, life is like this. It's unavoidable for waves to break.

Wang Zizhao was moved, and when he looked at the wooden sculpture in his hands, his eyes warmed up.

He lowered his head and said, "This King does not care about anything, it's just that... Just like this wooden sculpture, its outer appearance cannot conceal the true nature of its dregs. Some people are like this as long as they are able to see through it. "

Tang Yue, "..."

Wang Zizhao returned the wooden sculpture back into the box and placed it beside his pillow. He said seriously: "So, next time Tang Xiaolang wants to give it to someone else, please change to a better piece of wood. The house does not lack these."

Tang Yue, "..." F * ck! Can't you play?