Chapter 26 I want to play with it I want to play with it

Zhang Min still failed to seek help.

The crazy ideas that my subordinates come up with are more unreliable than each other.

In the end, he accompanied his wife and drank three bowls of venison soup in succession, which in turn made his back sweat.

"Ma'am, I'm going to wash the dishes first."

After drinking the soup, Zhang Min felt heat rising in his body.

He was afraid that his spring clothes could not cover it, so he quickly packed up the dishes and ran away. When he got water to wash the dishes, he splashed two buckets of water on his face to calm himself down.

But it doesn't seem to work.

Zhang Min could only hold it in for now, roll up the hem of his clothes to cover himself, wash the bowl, and wipe the rice with a rag.

After wiping, wash the rag again, collect water, use soap to wash off the oil on your hands, and carefully wipe off the water stains on your hands.

Even though he had spent half his life in the military and had been exposed to a lot of wild and untamed atmosphere, the aristocratic spirit he had developed in his childhood would still occasionally sprout up and emerge when he least expected.

Just like now.

Zhang Min held a snow-white handkerchief in his hand, but it felt like he was holding the finest silk.

He pressed the palm and back of his palm with a cloth, then raised a slender, white index finger with light calluses on the side. He raised and lowered his five fingers in turn, wiping away the water marks between his fingers, and then casually placed the cloth on the straw rope.

Whether it was the nonchalant look in his eyes or the calm and elegant demeanor, they were all different from the weak scholar he usually pretended to be, and also completely different from his usual appearance in front of his subordinates.

But this feeling soon dissipated.

He seemed to dislike this look that carried the air of the past, so he tore off the cloth, rubbed the palms and backs of his hands roughly, and then threw the cloth back onto the straw rope.

After straightening the cloth, he saw Ye Jindian staggering towards him from the end of the rope, holding a copper kettle in her hand.

"My wife?" He didn't bother to avoid her, but instead went to meet her, walked around the corridor, held her tightly with one hand, and took the copper pot from her hand with the other. "What's wrong with you? Why are you sweating so much?"

Will women also experience hot flashes if they eat venison?

Zhang Min was a little confused.

"It's okay." Ye Jindian waved her hand, a little embarrassed, "I wasn't looking at the road just now, and a piece of wood was tilted up, and I kicked it."

Zhang Min looked down at her feet. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Ye Jindian: "It's okay, just a little numb."

Zhang Min: "Then sit down and take a rest. I'll fix it later."

Ye Jindian shook her head: "No, I can still move, and the board has already been stepped on."

Zhang Min had already noted this matter. He shook the empty copper pot and knew that she must be thirsty and came out to get some water.

He helped the limping Ye Jindian to the long table and subconsciously wanted to lift his foot to hook out the bench, but suddenly remembered that he was now a "gentleman of learning." He had no choice but to put down the copper pot, bend down to pull out the bench, wipe it with his sleeve, and let his wife sit down.

Ye Jindian: “…”

In fact, her toes were just a little numb, she wasn't that fragile.

"Madam, sit down."

Zhang Min helped her sit down, turned to look at the pot of boiling water, and found that the water in the pot was just hot but not boiled.

The unboiled water was only suitable for bathing, so he lit the small stove, took the copper kettle out, filled it with water, and put it on the stove to boil.

Zhang Min handed the palm-leaf fan to Ye Jindian and said, "Madam, please watch the fire first. I'll go check the boards in the inner corridor."

Don't trip her again.

Ye Jindian reached out and pulled his sleeve: "I'll be fine after a rest, don't bother."

He didn't have a chance to take a nap all day long.

"Don't worry, my lady. I can handle such a small job well. It's just hammering nails. How can it hurt me?" Zhang Min smiled at her, pinched his sleeve and shook it, "My lady, please let me go."

At least it made him feel that the weak scholar was not so useless.

Otherwise, how could he win the lady's favor?

Once the sour feeling comes up, the expression can no longer be concealed.

Ye Jindian was afraid of hurting his pride, so she had to let him get busy and warned him, "Then you have to be careful not to get your hands pricked by the splinters and nails. Also, knock slowly. Once the nails are fixed, let go and don't hit yourself."

In front of his wife, Zhang Min smiled shyly: "I don't need to, don't worry."

After turning around, the Prime Minister's face darkened: It's really unfair that a mere useless scholar could receive such admonitions from his wife!

According to the secret guards, their prime minister looked so aggressive that he didn't seem to be repairing the floor, but rather like he was going to smash the floor with a hammer.

Fortunately, Zhang Min was only feeling the heat, not the heat itself, so the strength he'd put in his feet and hands on his subordinates wasn't wasted. He controlled his impulses well, stepping on the board with a moderate amount of force, only to find that not only one piece was tilted upwards, but several more.

He turned his back to the kitchen and glanced at the shadows on the wall watching the busy scene. His eyes were like stabbing knives, as if to say, "Look at the kind of person you found. He only repairs the roof tiles, doors, windows and pillars, but he doesn't even bother to do the flooring."

Luo Ying: “…”

The Prime Minister's eyes seemed to be scolding him.

"Husband." At the critical moment, Ye Jindian saved his life, "Can I go into your room to get the kettle?"

The geckos on the beams like to urinate on pots and bowls at night. The water boiled the day before cannot be drunk the next day.

But she couldn't finish a full pot of water in one night.

However, my husband secretly exercises at night, so he must be thirsty after the exercise. It is just right to give him some of this water.

While Ye Jindian was speaking, she brought out a wooden basin, scooped water into it, and placed the copper kettle into the water to dissipate the heat.

Zhang Min casually responded, "Okay."

Ye Jindian lifted her skirt and walked towards his room.

One breath, two breaths.

Zhang Min finally remembered what was placed in the hollow cabinet with sparse wooden pieces at the head of his bed.

"My wife—"

Under the tension, the hammer lost its aim and hit the finger with a dull "bang".

The secret guard on the eaves: "..."

Ming Wei, who was lying on the wall: “…………”

The Prime Minister is really cruel. In order to gain the sympathy of his sister-in-law, he even started to use the trick of inflicting pain on himself.

"Tsk tsk." A sigh came from the side, "Zhang Zimei, this guy, is really too versatile."

Luoying nodded, then realized something was wrong, and looked at Gongsun Shuo who appeared inexplicably with a look of surprise on his face.

He lowered his voice and said, "My Lord, Young General Gongsun, why are you here?"

"Not as old as you." Gongsun Shuo, who had just finished arguing with someone, couldn't stop spitting out the poison in his mouth. "I came to see Zhang Zimei's excitement and seek inner peace."

Luo Ying: “…”

The King's uncle really makes the expression "gloating over someone else's misfortune" extremely unconventional.

These scholars, both civil and military, simply spoke a little differently. Surrounded by onlookers, Zhang Min looked down at his bruised finger, his brow twitching as he tried to hide it.

But Ye Jindian had already heard the low hissing sound he had just made, and when she looked over, she saw him stealthily retracting his fingers, so how could she not understand?

"Husband?" She turned and walked towards him. "What's wrong with you?"

Zhang Min subconsciously raised his voice to retort: ​​"I'm fine."

Ye Jindian: “…”

He really can't hide his thoughts.

"Did I tell you you're okay?" She half-knelt, resting her hands on her knees, palms facing up, and stretched them out to him, "Give me your hand."

Zhang Min took two steps back: "I'm really fine."

"Give it to me." Ye Jindian paused and hooked her outstretched fingers, looking as if she would not accept refusal.

She hadn't changed.

At that time, he was training in the army and was troubled by a young general who couldn't stand the fact that he wore a mask all day long. He slashed his forearm with a sword.

When he went to the wounded camp to look for medicine, he bumped into her coming out of the armory.

When she smelled the fresh smell of blood, she did the same as now, instead of asking "Are you hurt?", she simply stretched out her hand and said, "Let me see your hand."

Her face, as charming as a peach blossom, carried a hint of strength that she was not even aware of.

The overlap of the past and the present made Zhang Min a little dazed.

Ye Jindian took advantage of his daze, quickly moved forward, grabbed his arm and moved his sleeve up.

Next to the hammer was a nail that had not been hammered in yet. Zhang Min didn't dare to hide, for fear that his wife would step on the nail in a hurry and hurt her foot.

He hid his index finger in his palm and clenched it tightly.

Ye Jindian was almost amused by him: "My husband is very quick-witted and careful nowadays."

Why didn't he seem more careful just now?

Zhang Min was not as eloquent with her as he was with others, so he stammered, "Shang, Shang is good."

He didn't dare to say a word else.

Back then, he tried his best to deny his injury, but was grabbed by the collar, dragged into the wounded camp, and thrown on a hospital bed.

She simply stepped onto the bed and sat with her legs across his waist, forcing him to reveal his injury.

At that time, everyone in the wounded camp was shocked by her. They watched in a daze as she tore open his sleeve and applied medicine and bandage to him skillfully.

After tying it up, she got out of bed, opened the curtain and walked away as if she had never done anything terrible.

He felt that...his wife still dared to do this now.

But he didn't dare let her sit down.

Ye Jindian looked at the face that revealed a trace of guilt and panic, and her heart softened. She almost couldn't maintain the solemnity on her face.

But she felt that whether her husband wanted to show off or did physical exercise without telling her, she could still nourish him privately and discreetly, try to make some of his favorite meat dishes, and raise some meat for him to splurge on.

But hiding your injury is absolutely not an option.

If he can hide minor injuries, will he hide away completely for major injuries? If he has any serious illness, will he not think about seeking treatment but instead think about writing a divorce letter to drive her away and find another good husband?

She can't get used to this bad habit.

"Hand." Ye Jindian repeated with a hard heart, "Give it to me."

Zhang Min looked at her aggrievedly, slowly put his arm in her palm, with a look of "please let me go" written all over his face.

Ye Jindian: "...Let go of your hands."

Zhang Min: "My wife——"

Ye Jindian only gave him one word: "Relax."

Zhang Min immediately let go, revealing his bruised index finger.

The dark blue mark on the shiny white finger was so abrupt that it couldn't be more eye-catching.

"If you get hurt in the future, will you still hide it from me?" Ye Jindian lightly lifted her eyelids and glanced at him, her gaze fixed on him. Seeing this, he felt guilty. He lowered his head and whispered the words she wanted to hear -

"If I get hurt in the future, I won't dare to hide it from my wife anymore."

Only then did Ye Jindian show a look of heartache and pulled him to apply medicine.

On the wall, Gongsun Shuo looked thoughtful.

Zhang Min glanced at her sideways, always afraid that she would be angry, and hesitated to speak several times.

Ye Jindian pulled him into the house and sat him down, then rummaged through the boxes to find the medicine for bruises and sprains that she used to use.

As soon as the small wooden box in the cage was moved away, the spring picture that had been turned once appeared.

For some reason, the scene inside suddenly appeared in my mind, and my lower abdomen seemed to suddenly feel like something was burning.

She snapped the lid of the wicker box shut.

The sound was not loud, but Zhang Min could hear it as loud as thunder. His body was straightened and stiff as if he was waiting to be sentenced.

Ye Jindian put the wooden box on the table with a stern face, pulled down the buckle, and took out the medicinal wine.

Zhang Min took the initiative to hold up his fingers and put them in front of her.

Ye Jindian poured some medicinal wine into her palm, rubbed it to warm it up, and then pushed it in one direction.

The fingers were rubbed on the palm side, and they felt numb and hot.

Zhang Min lifted his feet, stretched his legs, quietly straightened his clothes, and hid under the table sideways.

For some reason, he always felt that the fragrance of peach blossoms in the house was much stronger than usual.

Ye Jindian also felt that she was a bit weird today.

He was obviously injured, and I felt so heartbroken that I didn't want to use too much force with my hands. But when I saw him enduring the pain and his neck was covered in light red and sweat, I thought about using more force, so that he would also have a moist red in the corners of his eyes.

What a terrifying thought.

No matter how much she longed for her husband, her admiration was greater than her desire. She thought that beautiful women were really beautiful and flawless in every way, which made her unable to help but become obsessed with them.

But today is different, today——

She actually wanted to...play with it.