C107

Tang Yue held a plank in front of Prince Zhao and said with a smile, "Your Highness, please give me the word!"

"What is the word given?"

"The opening of the medicine shop is about to open, the name has not been determined, and the plaque has not been made. Your highness is responsible for these things."

Prince Zhao raised his head and glanced at him. He said faintly, "the solitary calligraphy is not cheap."

"We will be a family soon. Talking about money hurts our feelings."

"One yard for one yard, one yard for each other. What's more, you've talked about several conditions for marriage before. Don't you talk about money everywhere?"

Tang Yue could not retort, "OK, how much do you want?"

"Gu Zheng is going to build a heavy cavalry with thousands of people. How about asking Xiao Lang to be a military doctor then?"

"How many words do you want to serve you? Is it too cheap? "

"Husband and wife are one body. What's the relationship between being taken advantage of for husband?"

“……” Tang Yue blinked his eyes and thought to himself: I didn't expect that this man has thick skin, maybe he has the potential of abdominal black.

Tang Yue did not refuse his proposal. He also wanted to take his own team of nurses to the battlefield one day to establish a highly mobile and efficient military nurse.

Prince Zhao hesitated for a while on the brush and the carving knife, and finally chose the carving knife, which is his most familiar way of writing.

"Can you take your name alone? This is your pharmacy. " Prince Zhao reminded him.

Tang Yue shrugged, "it's just a name, it doesn't matter." Anyway, his mind is full of the names of old drugstores like "Renhetang" and "Jishitang". Maybe Li zhaochu will have some new ideas?

However, his hope was doomed to fail. Prince Zhao pondered for a moment. He raised his sleeve and engraved "Hui'an hall" on the board.

Why do you call Huitang He Tongrentang, tongantang are brothers?

"Not good?"

"It's not..." It's just nothing new. Tang Yue of course knows that the name of the drugstore follows this route, mainly taking a lucky one.

However, no matter whether the name is new or not, the three characters of Prince Zhao are really well engraved. The depth of each stroke is just right, and the edge of the font is coherent and powerful. If it is engraved on a stone tablet, it may become treasure in a thousand years.

Tang Yue is going to take this board to color people. He chooses a piece of ebony specially. The frame is inlaid with a layer of gold edge, and the words are painted golden.

It's definitely a high-grade plaque.

"Do you want to change it?" Seeing that he was not very satisfied, Prince Zhao thought of several suitable shop names.

"No, this is fine." Tang Yue gently stroked it once, and then walked away with her arms like a baby.

Prince Zhao looks at his back and shakes his head. This person's mind is not easy to guess.

Thinking of the kid who had just been sent away, Prince Zhao's face sank, and he called out to the outside, "come on..."

Ke Tui door came in and asked humbly, "what can I do for you?"

"Let people clear up the legacy left by Zhongyong Marquis, and take the present marquis to receive it in person. It would be better if people could stay in Taiyang city."

Ke pressed his head lower and said, "here."

It seems that the master can't bear to see Zhongyong Hou following Tang's husband all day long. He wants to send people far away. Unfortunately, it's not so easy.

Zhang Chun sneezed. He touched his nose and stared at the two men in front of him for a long time.

In terms of appearance, he should naturally choose the one on the left. He is young and handsome, and his figure is excellent. He can see that Zhang Chun's mouth is almost flowing out.

Of course, at this stage, he can watch the handsome guy drool, and nothing else can be done.

However, unfortunately, he had a grudge against this high-quality handsome man. The power of that stick was endless. Up to now, he still had a knife in his eyes.

The other is a middle-aged man with a goatee. He is wearing a dark gray coat, a sarong cap, a small nose and small eyes. He is of short stature, which can not be found from any angle.

These two people are both civil and martial arts. He can choose one of them to learn from him or both. He can be a talented person in the new era with both literature and martial arts!

"No one else to choose from?" Can't two people be teachers in such a big prince's house?

Zhang Chun looked pitifully at the housekeeper who had brought him over. The other party coughed and looked away. "It's not that the master has a small bearing, but the scholars and swordsmen in the mansion are all useful. I'm afraid it's difficult to deploy them for a while. The little marquis is is not satisfied with both of them?"

Zhang Chun nodded, pointed to the young guard and said, "look at him. He has no two or two flesh. How can he have real ability when he is so young? 80% can't find anyone else to count him?

This marquis is also a person with a title. Is it not appropriate to use such a inferior teacher? "

The housekeeper's face twitched. For the first time, he heard that some people thought that the man chosen by his master was inferior. Moreover, if the young man in front of him was inferior, there would be no high-level guard for the whole Prince's house.He opened his mouth and wanted to tell him that, in terms of his identity, the young man was still above him, and his highness was especially grateful to be a martial arts master for him.

Zhang Chun did not wait for him to open his mouth and continued to point to another man. He said, "look at him. They all say that the appearance of the Southern Jin Dynasty is very important. Is this appearance obviously not up to standard? How did he get in? He's not a temporary worker, is he

The housekeeper was helpless. "Don't make fun of the little marquis. The prince's house only uses useful people, and his highness doesn't talk about heroes by appearance. As long as you have talent, how you look doesn't matter." Otherwise, you will not look up to the little Lang Jun of the Marquis of queryang.

Wang Dingjun looked at Zhang Chun with both hands in his arms. He sneered at Zhang Chun. The reason why he was knocked unconscious by the boy last time was that he underestimated the enemy. Although the opponent was young, he had great strength. He knew where to knock a person out.

Because of this, knowing that he wanted to choose a master, he volunteered to come. When he fell into his own hands, he could not be killed!

"Are you afraid?" He said sarcastically.

Zhang Chun straightened his chest and squinted at him, "what should I be afraid of? You should also be the one to worry about. If you dare to take this opportunity to get revenge, I will tell your royal highness and let him cure you. "

"Wang Dingjun is a man of lofty spirit. How could he do such a thing without morality?" It's impossible to retaliate openly. He's not so stupid.

The other master was more calm. I heard that Zhang Chun didn't look up to him and was very happy. He made a bow with his hands and said with tears and tears: "thank you for your life. I hope to become an official in the Dynasty and glorify our ancestors. I really don't want to waste time on educating the ignorant children."

"Who do you think is an ignorant child?" Zhang Chun frowned and glared at him. The old man scolded him in front of him. Would he be too bold?

Is freedom of speech already said in this era?

Seeing that the atmosphere was too tense, the housekeeper came forward and said with a smile: "in this case, why don't you choose Wang escort first? Wang Baowei is the son of the Lord of Yuxin city. " Compared with you, who has just been deprived of the city Lord's position, people are more reliable than you.

Zhang Chun was shocked. He didn't know what the identity of Niu Jie, the son of Yuxin city master, was, but it must be higher than his current status. So he shook his head even more, "no, it's too wasteful for such talents to coach me."

One disagrees with everything and the other wants to be a master for others. The housekeeper is also in a dilemma. He seldom sees anyone who dares to criticize the people chosen by his highness.

"Why don't you talk about it later when your Highness has consulted you?"

"Don't talk about it!" They answered in unison.

One was tall and the other was short. Zhang Chun was not tall enough to reach Wang Dingjun's creaking nest. His momentum was a big loss.

So after Wang Dingjun's several pressure and eye threats, Zhang Chun had to agree. Thinking that he couldn't do it in the future, he went to the back door of Tang Yue and saw him follow up his own home when he entered the prince's house.

"Well The little Marquis has decided to take the road of martial arts? " The housekeeper reconfirmed.

When Tang Yue came out carrying the door plaque, he saw Zhang Chun's head and brain squatting under the branches to play something. When he walked in, he realized that he had been a child and caught a nest of ants.

"What are you doing? If you talk to yourself, you'll kill your life

Zhang chuntou said without lifting his head: "I am praying. Don't talk nonsense."

"Are you still religious?"

"No, I'm an atheist."

"Then pray a little?"

"It's better to believe in something than not to believe in nothing. It's always good to ask for more times. Maybe the Bodhisattva will come into being?"

Tang Yue rolled an elegant white eye, "please, the Bodhisattva doesn't believe in religion. Don't confuse the eastern and Western gods."

"What does it matter? Don't they all live in the sky? Just hear it. "

"Isn't it all atmosphere?" Tang Yue patted him on the head: "OK, I'm ignorant, don't sell stupid!"

"Grass..." There's no way to play!

Zhang Chun stood up straight, squatting too long, not only legs numb, but also eyes dizzy.

"Come here, lend me a rest..." Zhang Chun's body falls towards Tang Yue. Before Tang Yue reaches out, someone immediately pulls Zhang Chun and pulls him to another direction.

"Why are you Still haunted... " Zhang Chun stood up and muttered.

Wang Dingjun said, "just now your Highness has spoken, I will escort you back to Taiyang city tomorrow.

"What?"

"What?" Zhang Chun and Tang Yue asked at the same time.

Wang Dingjun bowed to the Tang Dynasty and told them about the prince's arrangement.

It turned out that his highness had to send someone to sort out the legacy of Zhongyong marquis. After so many years, I'm afraid that many industries have been occupied and some of them have been closed. If you don't send someone to sort out the heritage, you don't know the situation.

"To inherit?" Zhang Chunhao will become a big eye soon?

He patted Tang Yue on the shoulder and said with a smile: "brother, when the brothers are developed, you must be the first to take care of you!"Tang Yue clapped open his hand, ha ha a smile, "then wait for you to develop that day again."

"Have you finished your work? Are you ready to go? " Zhang Chun pulled his wide sleeve and asked.

Tang Yue nodded. The main purpose of his coming today is to let Li Zhao write. The reason why they spent so much time in the study was that Li Zhao talked about a lot of military affairs.

Tang Yue didn't know how to March and fight. He could only talk about some of the equipment and array knowledge he saw in the TV series. Whether it was useful or not, he gave it to Li Zhao.

"Have you chosen a master?"

Zhang Chun shrugged his shoulders, pointed to Wang Dingjun and sneered, "the prince must have some prejudice against me. Why does Mao have to arrange him?"

Tang Yue took a look at Wang Dingjun, but he couldn't name him.

"It is said that he is still the son of the city Lord. Do you think he has something wrong with him? If you are a good young master, you should come here to be a slave

Tang Yue was reminded by him of who Wang Dingjun was, and corrected him: "he is a regular bodyguard. He has an official position and real power. Maybe he is higher than you! Don't talk nonsense

They murmured for a while. Wang Dingjun stood aside with his eyes, nose, nose and heart, with a standard smile on his face. He was a man of integrity.

[little theater]

Zhang Chun: "master, spare your life

Wang Dingjun: "I call you a teacher, you deserve it!"

Zhang Chun: "why do you have such a grudge? How long ago was that? And said it hundreds of times, not on purpose

Wang Dingjun: "ha ha, if you dare to disgrace your teacher, you will lose your flesh! Squat down

Zhang Chun: "if you drop the meat again, it will become a sparerib."

Wang Dingjun: "it doesn't matter. Nowadays, bony beauty is popular. Do you want to be the second son of the Duke of Heng?"

Zhang Chun: "I'm tortured by you every day. If you don't feel tired, you'll die. If you're broad, you'll get fat."

Wang Dingjun: "then you can relax and let me teach you well."

Zhang Chun: Help! Who's going to take this pervert!