Chapter 12: Something strange happened

Blood?

What blood?

Zhang Min raised his hand to wipe his nose, and the back of his snow-white hand instantly turned red.

At this time, Xie Zhaoming and other subordinates who had counted the bodies of the Liu army and quickly cleaned up the embarrassed subordinates on the spot appeared behind them.

Ye Jindian looked up and quickly pulled Zhang Min to hide aside.

——The people do not fight with the officials, and they will avoid them if they can.

Xie Zhaoming looked at the two streams of blood under Zhang Min's nose and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Oh no.

I really didn't expect that Zhang Zimei has such a naive side.

It's really eye-opening.

This trip was really worth the effort.

Xie Zhaoming clenched his fists and coughed a few times, trying to hide the smile on the corner of his lips.

Ye Jindian glanced at him curiously, feeling as if she had heard laughter coming from him just now...

But--

This man looked elegant and had the reserved and noble air of a young master from a wealthy family, but he didn't seem like a mean-spirited person.

Could it be the laughter of the soldiers behind him?

Perhaps it was because she had been looking at him for too long, and the other person was the epitome of the delicate scholar type she had clearly stated she liked. Zhang Min felt a little jealous and leaned aside to block her view: "Madam, I feel a little dizzy."

He lowered his eyes slightly, blinked weakly a few times, and looked like he was about to faint.

His handsome white face, dark circles under his eyes, and the two tubes of blood under his nose made it look quite like that.

Subordinates: “…”

Before they set off, who was it that shouted at them in a voice as loud and clear as jade colliding, "If you dare not obey, I will twist their heads off"?

Why does the person in front of him seem a little strange?

Even her clear and resonant voice had become as soft as a pool of spring water.

"Husband?" Ye Jindian hurriedly supported him, took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood from his nose, her eyes full of concern, "Are you okay?"

How could she have a nosebleed just from a slight bump on her shoulder?

He was so fragile, and he dared to stand in front of her and fight against the bandits just now. He was really courting death.

Ye Jindian's eyes were full of condemnation and anger, but her hands were very gentle, as if she was afraid of hurting him.

Xie Zhaoming couldn't bear to watch it anymore.

He wore a dignified, gentle, and harmless face as he slowly approached the two of them. He stopped at a distance of one person and bowed slowly, "Madam, we are currently clearing out bandits here, so it's not safe. If you don't mind, why not ride on the same horse with Brother Bai Shi and leave with us?"

Ye Jindian looked at Zhang Min, then raised her eyes to look at him: "I wonder who you are..." Who?

Zhang Min glanced sideways and stared at Xie Zhaoming with a warning look in his eyes.

The fox's eyes curved, shimmering with watery light. "Xie is..." He paused for a moment, covered his lips and coughed lightly, lowering his eyes to look at Zhang Min with a teasing smile. Then, under an increasingly stern warning look, he slowly raised his eyes, his eyes full of righteousness. "Ahem, I have always been weak and sickly. I am really rude. Xie is Alan's husband, the eldest son of the family. If this lady doesn't mind, you can call me Xie Dabian."

"Thank you, my lord."

Doctor Lan's husband had little to do with them, so Ye Jindian was embarrassed to address him too intimately, and even more embarrassed to borrow his horse, but—

She glanced at the frail and pale Zhang Min, worried that it would be too tiring for him to walk back, so she nodded to him and half-knelt to salute: "Thank you very much, my dear."

Xie Zhaoming smiled, and his whole body looked like a piece of warm jade covered with a veil, adding a touch of gentle and refreshing beauty.

"It's just a small favor, you don't have to be polite, young lady."

Zhang Min gritted his teeth secretly.

He's laughing so hard! If he knows how to laugh, go home and laugh at his wife!

In a fit of rage, he almost forgot to pretend to be weak and jumped onto the horse without using the stirrups. However, his legs were already halfway up, and the sudden turn seemed too abrupt, so he had to pretend to step on air and slide down.

With a "bang", Zhang Min fell on the horse's belly, staggering and turning around.

Warhorse: “???”

What is the master doing today?

All the subordinates lowered their eyes: Shut up and stop talking nonsense!

Xie Zhaoming covered his thin lips kindly, turned his face away and smiled secretly.

——It’s unbearable to see acquaintances acting pretentiously.

——Oh my, my stomach is feeling a little sour from holding it in.

Zhang Min wanted to kill someone to silence him.

He quietly raised one eye from his arm and glanced at his subordinates sternly.

His subordinates were afraid of his usual majesty, but Xie Zhaoming was not like that. Instead, he raised his eyebrows even more arrogantly, with a smug look as if to say, "What can you do to me?"

"Husband."

Ye Jindian was startled and put her hand on his elbow, feeling a little unhappy about the faint laughter coming from the group of people.

But there was no malice in their laughter, and she had lent them horses for transportation, so she couldn't be petty and make a fuss about it.

She lowered her voice and whispered, "Are you okay? Come, be careful, I'll help you up."

Knowing that he was very proud and strong-willed, she made her movements more subtle, pretending to lean on him and slowly letting go, but actually exerting force to lift him up.

Zhang Min's mind was filled with the hands tightly gripping his arms and waist, so that his movements were quite stiff, and his unfamiliar posture of mounting the horse did not look like an act at all.

Ye Jindian often rode horses when she was in the border town, so she was very familiar with it. After he sat down, she pulled the reins and mounted him.

She wrapped her arms around Zhang Min from behind, holding him in her arms, and put the reins in his hands, pulling lightly.

"Come on, pull it."

With the reins in hand, I feel much more at ease.

Unable to see his hand, she had to lean forward slightly to look.

It was only then that she noticed that although her husband was frail, he had broad shoulders and was very tall.

Leaning in closer, she compared it, and when she sat up straight, her nose just landed on his shoulder.

"M-Madam?"

Feeling her leaning close to his neck, her warm breath falling on his shoulders through his thin clothes, Zhang Min became even more like a piece of wood.

"Hmm?" Ye Jindian was unaware and looked at him sideways.

The warm breath swept from his shoulder to his neck, brushed against his earlobe, and instantly dyed his neck and earlobe red.

Seeing the large patches of light red showing through her fair and delicate skin, she realized belatedly that her husband was probably, possibly, perhaps... shy.

She immediately came to her senses, straightened up, and put some distance between them.

It’s not that she felt shy, but she was still a little uncomfortable with being so close for no reason.

But to be honest, most men either have sweat or overly fragrant sachets on their bodies, which is really not as pleasant as the faint apricot blossom scent on her husband.

Luoying finally seized the opportunity in their silence to return the two chickens and hang them on the side of the horse.

Fearing that they might see something unbearable if they followed behind them, Luo Ying gathered his troops and rode away, letting Xie Zhaoming and his guards go with them.

Along the way, Xie Zhaoming looked at a wooden stake and felt very satisfied.

very good.

In the future, when everyone gets together and tells each other jokes and gossip, Zhang Zimei will not be able to stay out of it.

Before leading the horse away, he reminded, "By the way, Brother Bai Shi. The robe you are wearing was made by my wife herself. I'd like you to wash it and return it to me."

otherwise--

He's finished.

Only then did Ye Jindian notice that the robe he was wearing was one she had never seen before. The material was better than his usual cloth robes, but it was not particularly expensive.

Zhang Min gritted his teeth: "It should be so."

What a good fox Xie is! He even tried to trip him up before leaving.

I just exchanged clothes with him and wore them all the way, but he actually holds such a grudge and is looking for an opportunity to take revenge!

"Then..." Xie Zhaoming bowed and looked at Zhang Min with a smile, "Goodbye."

Zhang Min: "Goodbye." No! Send it off!

After Xie Zhaoming left, Ye Jindian indeed asked about the clothes.

Zhang Min had no choice but to say that he had originally wanted to go into the mountains to collect folk songs, but happened to run into them when they were encircling and suppressing bandits. He was startled and accidentally bumped into a thorn bush, which tore his clothes.

Finally, he had to endure the pain and say: "Thank you for borrowing my clothes, so I don't have to be in a disheveled state to see my wife."

"Falling into a thorn bush? Are you injured?" Ye Jindian rolled up his sleeves and looked around, but didn't find any wounds.

She wanted to look at his back again and asked him to take off his clothes, but Zhang Min's face flushed, and he held his head and said he was dizzy, so she changed the subject.

There was nothing she could do, so she had to help the man lie down and not ask any more questions.

She reached out and pulled the quilt from the inside of the bed to cover Zhang Min. She took away his weak hand that was supporting his head and gently rubbed his forehead a few times.

"Is it better?"

"Yes, yes." Zhang Min calmed down, glanced at her quietly, and asked nervously, "Why... is my wife so nice to me?"

It was so good that he felt that as long as he was not the ruthless Right Prime Minister, but just some weak scholar, the other party would not hate him and resist him so much.

But while I was happy, I was also a little nervous, afraid that after she knew the truth, she would blame me for deceiving her.

Ye Jindian tucked the corner of the quilt and looked at him strangely: "I know myself very well. If I didn't really like you, I would not marry you even if my mother threatened to die."

Can--

She really didn't understand why he treated her husband so coldly right after getting married.

"Like, like?" Zhang Min's eyes widened. He stood up suddenly and looked into her eyes eagerly. "Really?"

Ye Jindian was unsure about what he had done, fearing that she would disappoint him after her memory returned: "Should be...right?"

If she didn't like him, why would she marry him?

Zhang Min lowered his eyes in disappointment.

He lay back dejectedly, like a small apricot blossom ravaged by wind and rain.

Ye Jindian didn't know how to comfort him, so she could only pat his shoulder and comfort him: "Don't be unhappy, at least I still like you now..."

Zhang Min turned his head suddenly and looked at her with sparkling eyes.

"...I'll treat you like a sister!" Ye Jindian finished the second half of the sentence, smoothing his hair. Her face was clear and clean, and she was gentle without any desire. "I will definitely treat you well in the future and will never ignore you like before."

She will always remember the friendship that he showed by standing in front of her despite being trembling with fear.

Zhang Min: “…”

Who wants to be a sister anymore, he just wants to be a husband.

"Okay, don't think too much." She patted his head gently, "Have a good sleep. I'll make some chicken soup for you to replenish your energy and blood."

Ye Jindian, trying to hide her feelings, slid her fingertips over the dark, cloud-like dark circles under his eyes, thinking, it seems that my husband is not only weak, but also a little frail...

No wonder they are not very good at getting on a horse. They get hurt with just a little bump.

You need to take good care of your body.

She looked at him with pity on her face, covered his eyes with her palms, and urged him, "Go to sleep quickly."

Zhang Min was so confused that he couldn't sleep at all.

However, in order not to worry his wife, and also because he was a little tired from running around recently, he forced himself to go to sleep.

As a result, I slept until dark.

When he woke up again, he was facing Luo Ying's frivolous face full of smile.

"Prime Minister, have you finally awakened?" He leaned forward, holding a brush and ink. "There are only two survivors left, and they've both confessed. Here are the confessions, but the document to be presented to Your Majesty must be written in your own handwriting."

Zhang Min rubbed his swollen forehead, and glanced at the confession in the warm light of the sun and moon outside the window.

"The confession is wrong. They are hiding something. Retrial." He threw the confession back into Luoying's arms and told him to go and eat and not to bother him.

"Alright, I'll roll smoothly now."

Luoying took the confession, jumped into the air, and rolled neatly, landing outside the wall.

Zhang Min: “…”

These troublesome little bastards may not be strong in other aspects, but they are very good at being funny.

He stood up and found a snow-blue round-necked robe with pine and bamboo patterns and put it on.

Ye Jindian was still simmering chicken soup in the kitchen, with the food on the stove, emitting steam.

Hearing footsteps, she looked in the direction of the sound and saw Zhang Min stepping into the kitchen. She said naturally, "Are you awake? I was just about to wake you up."

She pushed the burnt firewood into the stove and sealed the stove.

Zhang Min picked up the tray, and after she washed her hands, they went to the main room to eat together.

The windows on both sides of the main room were wide open, and new green buds were sprouting, poking over the windowsill and into the room, also attracting lines of finely cut warm light spots.

Spots of light covered the entire floor, giving the entire room a hazy orange-yellow hue, like a big, fluffy cat nestling comfortably in the soft glow.

While eating, half of Ye Jindian's face was exposed to such light.

She looked so calm and gentle in the light that it seemed unreal, like the foam floating on the surface of tea.

Beautiful, but easy to disperse.

Even the trace of soup on her lips was so shiny and full that it seemed fake.

Zhang Min felt that he might not have woken up yet, and his hands were faster than his brain; or maybe the sunset was too gentle, and she was too protective of him today.

At this moment, he actually had a delusion. He wanted to reach out and wipe away the oily shine, feel her warmth, and make sure that she really existed in the world and not in a dream.

Ye Jindian caught a glimpse of him reaching out his hand and turned to look over: "Husband, you want..." what.

The fingertips with light calluses brushed across the lips.

The lips are plump and soft.

He rubbed it twice as if possessed by some unknown force.