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"Tang Xiaolang, you are really good Hu Jinpeng praised Tang Yue sincerely and asked, "how did you do it?"

Tang Yue fell behind the father and son of hengguo. Looking at the back of the father and son, Tang Yue sighed: "jade without carving can not be made into a tool. As long as you are willing to grind it hard, it can be polished even if it is a bottle."

Hu Jinpeng nodded, is this reason is right, but to do it is not only mouth said so simple.

"It's the lady of the Tang family that you do your best for?"

Tang Yue secretly said: nonsense! "You can't watch your sister jump into the fire."

"You know something about your life experience. Don't you hate that Marquis Liyang abandoned your mother and son?"

“……” Tang Yue couldn't answer, because he was not a real little husband of the Tang family, and he had never lived a life of dependence with his biological mother. The "family" he saw could not make him hate.

"What's the use of hate? Life is short. It's not worth wasting your good time in hatred. If you really hate someone, you should live better than him, otherwise you will be punished. "

Hu Jinpeng didn't expect that he could say this at a young age. His mood was complicated and he appreciated him a little more.

This little Lang Jun always has an open-minded and smart man who is quite different from his contemporaries. He is not arrogant and impetuous. He is affectionate and righteous. It is no wonder that even Prince Zhao treats him differently.

Tang Yue lived in Prince Zhao's mansion for a month. He was very familiar with the road in the mansion. When the busy servants saw him, they would greet him implicitly and revere his attitude.

Duke Heng looked at the scene and nodded in his heart. With the relationship between Wang zizhao, the future of Tang and Yue was promising. It seems that the bride price could be increased by three points when he was employed by Marquis of queryang.

The seven princes of the Southern Jin Dynasty were all valiant generals who accompanied the king to fight in the north and South at that time. Only four of them are still alive today: Zhao Yi, Duke of Zhenguo, Hu Kun, Duke of hengguo, Xiangyang of hengguo, and Xia Kui, Duke of Lu.

It's rare that seven princes of state are gathered together today. In the whole Southern Jin Dynasty, except for the king, only prince Zhao has this face.

As soon as Tang Yue entered the hall, he was shocked by the powerful atmosphere. There was no sound in the hall. The seats were arranged in two rows in an orderly manner. Almost all of them were full of people. The main position was empty, and the protagonist had not yet appeared.

Hu Jinpeng takes Tang Yue forward and leads him to the first position of his left lower hand. Tang Yue suddenly realizes that dozens of sharp eyes are shooting at him, which means they are not clear.

"This must be the miracle doctor who cured Wang zizhao's legs?" Asked a middle-aged man in a dark brown suit.

Tang Yue laughs before answering. From the man's face, it can be inferred that he is Hu Kun, the Duke of Anguo, Hu Jinpeng's father and the uncle of Wang zizhao.

"I don't dare to be a miracle doctor. In the Tang Dynasty and Yue Dynasty, the Duke of the state is polite."

"It's really young and promising. Tang Shoucheng has a good son." As soon as the Duke of an opened his mouth, the stagnant atmosphere in the hall seemed to be broken, and the expressions on everyone's faces were not so heavy.

Tang Yue thanks him for his praise and gives a rough glance. On the way to shangzhao Sanlang's eyes, they squeeze each other's eyes, but don't say hello.

On such occasions, Zhao Sanlang can only sit behind the Duke of Zhenguo, without even a proper position. Beside him, there is a young man with similar eyebrows and eyes, presumably his elder brother.

Tang Yue was surprised to find that the young man was very similar to the Duke of Zhenguo. No matter in appearance or temperament, he seemed to be rubbing down a mold. Anyone could see that he was a father and son.

It's no wonder that Zhao Sanlang is not as popular as his elder brother in his family. He is a typical representative of the tiger father and no dog son, while he is a second generation official who is waiting to die. If he is asked to choose an heir, he is also willing to choose someone who has something to do.

Heng Guogong and his son sat in the second position. Pingshun didn't raise his head since he entered the hall. He looked like a shy fat boy next door. However, Tang Yue speculated that the boy had no face to see Jiang Dongfu and felt inferior.

Xia Kui, Duke of the state of Lu, Tang Yue did not deal with the Xia family. At first glance, he was a scholar general with a friendly face. However, the occasional glance in his eyes made Tang Yue hairy and gave him a bad first impression.

The remaining three did not really have a sense of existence, and Tang Yue probably did not pay much attention to his face.

"Tang Yue It's really something. " Next to a strange voice came, Tang Yue turned his head and found that he had a relationship with the three princes.

If there is anyone in the world who dislikes him the least, this one can probably rank in the top three. He cured Wang zizhao's leg, which in disguise increases the difficulty of his taking the throne.

Moreover, in Tang Yue's view, Wang Zixian, in addition to some intrigues, lacked the king's demeanor, and looked at the Yin test all day long. If he ascended the throne, he would be a tyrant.

"Thank you for your praise Tang Yue answered solemnly.

He was about to take back his eyes when he saw a servant kneeling on one side with a wine pot to pour wine for Wang Zixian. Daxu was so nervous that he even spilled a few drops on Wang Zixian's clothes.

"Useless slave!" Wang Zixian snorted coldly. In an instant, he pulled out his sword and stabbed the slave's chest.The blood splashed out, the more Tang could feel the warm liquid splashing on his face, and an uncomfortable smell poured into his nose.

“……” He clenched his fists and watched the scene happen under his eyes. He didn't even have a chance to obstruct him.

There was no sound in the hall, and the eyes around him swept over, but only one glance. People looked away as if they had seen nothing.

"Aren't you a miracle doctor? Save him, ha ha Ha ha... "

Harsh laughter let Tang Yue return to his senses. He pinched a handful of thighs, sipped the corners of his mouth, stood up and strode toward the young man in the pool of blood.

Wang Zixian's laughter stopped abruptly, and the others turned their eyes again and looked curiously at Tang Yue.

Tang Yue squatted down, tore a corner of his clothes and pressed the injured man's chest. Then he tried his breathing and carotid artery. When the weak pulse beat under his hand, Tang Yue recovered the feeling of being in the emergency room.

Every patient sent by the emergency department has stepped into the road of the yellow spring. Some of them even lost their breath on the road. Every time Tang Yue saw such a patient, his heart hung in his throat.

We all think that when a doctor is used to seeing life and death, he is numb to the dead, but he still has feelings when he sees every patient die.

"Brother Hu, get someone to get the medicine box from my carriage." Tang Yue was eager to explain.

"Well, I'll go myself." Hu Jinpeng strode to the outside. He did not understand why he was anxious to save a domestic slave.

He shouldn't have comforted Tang Xiaolang: he's just a domestic slave. If he dies, he doesn't have to work hard.

Tang Yue examined the patient's wound, and found that it did not stab the heart, and the sword did not pierce the patient's body, which let him quietly relieved.

However, the patient's blood flow is very fast, the whole body has begun to spasm and twitch, and his eyes turn white. Tang Yue lies down in his ear and whispers: "hold on, you can save. I'm here. Don't be afraid..."

Hu Jinpeng's speed was very fast. Tang Yue opened the medicine box, took a cotton ball to wipe off the blood around the wound, washed it with water several times, and then sutured the wound, sprinkled hemostatic powder, and wrapped it with gauze. The speed was amazing to the onlookers.

"Is he still alive?" Thick voice from above, Tang Yue finished the action on the hand, raised his head to reply: "help!"

An Guo Gong frowned slightly and asked: "as long as the wound can be healed?"

Tang Yue's hands were still covered with blood, squatting on the ground with a smile and explaining: "it's not so. It depends on the wound of the wounded. The third prince's sword stabbed at his will, lost its accuracy and didn't hit the key point. Otherwise, it would be difficult for the immortal to save."

Seeing that he was still in the mood to joke, an Guogong believed for seven points, "if it is true, how many officers and men on the battlefield have lost their lives because they missed the treatment."

In the battlefield, not to mention being stabbed in the chest by the enemy, it is the fate of being abandoned even if the arm is broken and the leg is broken. These are all life!

Duke Heng bent down to explore the wounded man's breath and sighed: "it's a pity that not all the doctors in the Southern Jin Dynasty have the skills of Tang xiannephew. One person can save several people, but not thousands and tens of thousands of people."

"What Duke Heng said is reasonable. Why don't you discuss how to let more generals live?" Wang zizhao's voice came from the rear, and the crowd separated automatically. Tang Yue turned his head and saw a beautiful young man in black walking up and down.

This is the first time that Tang Yue saw him standing upright and energetic, with a sharp momentum all over his body, like a sharp blade out of a scabbard, boasting but not arrogant.