C48 Don't be too Narcissistic!

"Third Prince, please come in. My master's body is not in good condition, so I have no choice but to let you in and take a look." The butler pushed open Wang Zizhao's door and invited Wang Zixian in.

Wang Zixian pushed him open with one hand and strode into the room. He smiled as he walked. "Ninth brother, I heard your legs have recovered. Royal Brother came to see you."

In the inner room, Wang Zizhao was lying flat on the bed. His face was sallow and his upper body was covered with a thin wool blanket. His lower body was wearing breeches and his legs were wrapped in plaster. He looked a little miserable.

He turned his head and stared at Wang Zixian. He said indifferently, "Thank you for your concern, Brother Third King."

Wang Zixian walked to the bed and swept his eyes over the other person's body. Especially his legs, he wished that he had laser eyes and could see clearly from inside out.

"Ahem..." Tang Yue reminded him. "This... Third Prince, right? It's not good for you to come in like this."

Wang Zixian then looked away. He gave half of his attention to Tang Yue, who was speaking. His eyes were slanted and his mouth was crooked. He looked down on Tang Yue the most.

"Are you the rumored young master who knows medicine in Yueyang Marquis's family? ... You are indeed young!" Wang Zixian used the last two words to easily crush the confidence of others in Tang Yue.

However, this was no longer a blow to Tang Yue. He said with a faint smile, I am indeed from Yueyang Marquis's Mansion. I am indeed a few years younger than Third Prince. My surname is Tang Yue."

"Tang young master said that Ninth Brother's leg can still be treated? I don't know how long it will take for him to recover."

"Of course it can be treated, but it's hard to say if it can be cured. It depends on the patient's luck, "said Wang Yao.

"I've never heard of anyone treating a patient with luck. Is Tang young master joking with Ninth Brother's life?" Third Prince snorted and tried to persuade Wang Zizhao. "Ninth Brother, you have a high social status. How can you let this kid do whatever he wants? It's better to chase him out of here as soon as possible."

"You're too early to say that." Tang Yue smiled and said, "I have agreed with Wang Zizhao and the other imperial physicians for a month. Whether it's good or bad, we will talk about it when the time comes."

Third Prince glanced at Wang Zizhao's strange legs and clicked his tongue. He sighed and said, "If it really comes to that, I am afraid that Jiu Ling's legs will be completely crippled."

Tang Yue shrugged. "There's nothing we can do about it. After all, it's such a serious injury. It's difficult to recover from it. We can only try our luck." He looked at Wang Zizhao as if he was telling the truth. His eyes were full of sympathy and pity.

Third Prince felt even better. He had already said that the entire Imperial Medical Office could not treat their injuries. What could a teenager do? Although it was said that it depended on luck, it was actually just using Wang Zizhao's leg to gain a bright future.

If he was lucky, if he could really cure them, then both fame and fortune would be taken away. If he was unlucky... hehe, that was hard to say.

With Royal Father and Ninth Brother's personalities, this young master from the Tang Family would most likely die.

Third Prince was in a good mood. He found Tang Yue pleasing to the eye. He even comforted Tang Yue gently. Wealth is life, and life is in heaven. Tang Xiaolang will do his best. I believe Ninth Brother will not pursue this matter, right?"

Wang Zizhao said indifferently, "Royal Brother must be joking. If Tang Yue dares to boast in front of the imperial physician, he will naturally have to pay the price."

Tang Yue smiled and said in a flattering tone, "Your Highness, don't worry. Your leg will be cured."

Third Prince was relieved. Such a young man was a bootlicker. There were so many people around him that it was not worth mentioning.

Since his goal had been achieved, Third Prince did not want to stay any longer. He encouraged Wang Zizhao and left a cart full of things. Then, he left happily.

Tang Yue went over and closed the door. He patted his chest and said, "This act requires a professional. 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 with his work. It was as if the person who was sick was not him at all.

Tang Yue walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. He took a sheepskin scroll and used it as a fan, "To be honest, your Third Brother Wang laughed so lowly just now. It was as if he wished you could never get up from bed for the rest of your life."

"Didn't you know it would be like this a long time ago?" Wang Zizhao lowered his head and used a brush to write down a row of small words on the bamboo slip. He waited until the ink was dry before putting it aside.

It had to be said that Wang Zizhao's intelligence was indeed high. Before Tang Yue could develop the ink, he had already found something to replace it.

After the thing was brought over, Tang Yue tried writing a few words. It looked a little like cinnabar. It was red, but a little thinner than cinnabar. It was said that it was the juice of some kind of flower.

Fortunately, he had a lot of hands. To be able to make a bowl of flower juice in such a short period of time, he was able to write very well.

"I just guessed that you didn't want him to know that your legs could be healed." Tang Yue also guessed that before Wang Zizhao's leg recovered, there was no benefit in spreading the news too early.

On the contrary, it was easy for people to probe and interrupt his recovery.

Today, Third Prince was the first, but it did not mean he was the last.

Tang Yue thought that after that, he had to be on high alert. He estimated that many people would start with him. Fortunately, Wang Zizhao forced him to stay in Prince Zhao's Mansion.

Otherwise, Yueyang Marquis's Mansion wouldn't be so peaceful right now.

Wang Zizhao finished dealing with the official matters in silence. He asked someone to take the things away. Then, he looked at the young man who was chatting with his beloved dog. He thought to himself, It seems like this man has some brains.

His medical skills were good and his background was neither high nor low. It was rare for him to have a balanced mind. Such a person was worth his effort.

Thinking back to Tang Yue saying that he liked his chamber pot, Wang Zizhao wondered if he should give the chamber pot to him.

Anyway, it was just a chamber pot. It should be fine, right?

Tang Yue did not know that Wang Zizhao was going to give him the glittering chamber pot to win him over. He laid on the bed and asked, "Did I perform well just now?"

Wang Zizhao looked at him a few times and then nodded reluctantly. "Shang Ke, but... the last expression is really ugly!"

He had already noticed it a long time ago. Although Tang Yue was smiling at everyone, he was not a weak and easily bullied person. He had never shown any signs of flattery.

Tang Yue touched his face. "It should be a perfect performance. It fits the mood."

Wang Zizhao knocked his head with the pen. "Don't be too narcissistic!"

"Don't hit my head again." Tang Yue rubbed his head and thought, "So you know the word narcissism. How shameless!

In the entire Prince Zhao's Mansion, who could be as narcissistic as Wang Zizhao?

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[Little Theater]

Tang Yue said, "You're very narcissistic. That's not good." "You're not good," Tang Yue said. "You're a narcissist," Tang Yue said. "You're a narcissist. You're a narcissist, aren't you? You're a narcissist, aren't you?" "You're a narcissist," Tang Yue said. "You're a narcissist," he said. "You're a narcissist, aren't you?"

Wang Zizhao said, "What's not good about it?"

Tang Yue said, "Narcissism makes people regress. You are only satisfied with the current situation. How can you, a person who wants to be the king, not step forward?"

Wang Zizhao said, "The entire world belongs to this king. You are also mine. I'm very satisfied with the current situation. "

Tang Yue was speechless. There was really nothing to pursue.