Chapter 3: Find some weak scholar's notebooks to look at and find some...

Anger surged up, and Zhang Min's eyes turned red.

Afraid of being seen by Ye Jindian, he lowered his head, drooped his eyelids, and hid the murderous intent in his eyes.

This is not the first time he has been assassinated.

Since the founding of the Yan Dynasty, Your Majesty first appointed him as the Minister of the Central Secretariat, conferred him the title of Duke of Dingguo, and later promoted him to the position of Minister of Works. Within two years, he was promoted to the position of Right Prime Minister, in charge of the military generals.

In other words, since the founding of the country, his title of Duke Dingguo was obtained by stepping on other forces that once competed with Your Majesty for the world.

Those forces that were forced to flee and had no chance of high positions wanted to cut him into pieces.

Not to mention the distant past, on his wedding day, a group of soldiers came to cause chaos, but were captured by their colleagues, thrown into prison, and persuaded to surrender.

Only two people managed to escape.

Unexpectedly, before they could even start to arrest the person, the other party fell into the trap.

It was just bad luck that the two of them chose to show up at dinner time today, ruining their sweet meal.

He tightened his hands on his knees and had already thought about how to deal with that group of people when he returned home in the afternoon.

Just as I was contemplating some bloody things, I suddenly felt a gentle pat on my shoulder. Not just once, but twice, as if to soothe me.

There was a delay in the movement, as if she was embarrassed to touch him.

There were only him and Tiantian in the inner room, so—

Zhang Min was a little stunned, then he squatted down and looked up at his face.

"It's okay, I can get more water and cook more rice." Ye Jindian glanced at the redness in the corners of his eyes, "You don't have to blame yourself so much, I'm not hungry yet."

Her husband looks so gentle and refined, and he can't carry anything on his shoulders or lift anything with his hands, but it's enough for him to have such a thoughtful attitude.

Tiantian, is this comforting him?

Zhang Min was unable to come back to his senses for a moment, and just stared blankly at those peach blossom eyes that were full of concern.

When she is not smiling, the corners of her eyes will be slightly upturned, revealing a sense of elegance and nobility, and somewhat hazy and distant; when she smiles, they will droop slightly, and her watery eyes will receive the thin sunlight leaking through the window screen, swaying a warm golden light wave, which seems to be able to illuminate people's hearts.

He felt as if the dark inside of his heart suddenly became bright.

When February arrives, the plants and trees already know that spring has arrived.

New green sprouts are hidden under the brown dry grass leaves at the bottom of the windowsill, swaying gently in the breeze.

Just like his mood at the moment.

"You..." Zhang Min pursed his lips slightly, wanting to say a few more words to her, but he didn't know what to say, so he just made up a random conversation, "Don't you think I'm useless?"

After all, in her eyes, she just fell for no reason and spilled all her water and food.

Ye Jindian glanced at his hands clasped tightly on his knees and his eyes looking at her cautiously.

So nervous.

How much she disliked him before.

"No." Ye Jindian became more and more confused about herself in the past few years. How could she hurt such a beautiful woman, even if he was not the heroic general she loved?

A beauty is so charming, what’s wrong with being a little weak!

Why be so harsh?

She condemned herself in her heart and put on a coaxing smile: "How could that be? I like scholars like my husband, gentle and refined, who speak very softly."

Zhang Min: “…”

Tiantian actually likes a weak scholar? ! !

His face almost collapsed, and he jumped up and listed what it meant to be a "good-for-nothing scholar".

But when she said she wanted to marry him, she didn't really want to be his wife.

Therefore, he had no right to discuss these things with her.

"Y-Really?"

Zhang Min forced a smile.

Seeing that he didn't believe her and still looked extremely guilty, Ye Jindian quickly nodded and emphasized, "Of course!"

Zhang Min felt even more upset.

The weak scholar that Tiantian likes has nothing to do with him at all.

His thick eyelashes trembled, and he took the initiative to change the subject: "Wait for me for a while, I'll go change my clothes and buy some food."

Don't starve her.

"No need to go to such trouble." Ye Jindian untied the purse embroidered with lotus pond, bamboo and peach, took out a small string of copper coins and tossed them, "My mother left me some money before she left. I'll just pay the man next door to fetch water and run errands."

Without waiting for him to say anything more, she turned around and went to look for someone.

As soon as his embroidered shoes stepped out of the yard, his close bodyguard Luo Ying descended from the sky with a sword in hand and sneaked into the main hall:

"Prime Minister, the man is in jail. We've tried to interrogate him, but he's stubborn and refuses to speak. That Cang Ying guy was really cruel. He blindfolded him and hung a water clock on him, saying that when you return in the afternoon, he'll confess."

The gentleness and tenderness on Zhang Min's face faded away in an instant. His upright posture tilted back, his elbows resting on the willow chair, his chin propped up on the side, and he sneered:

"Even if he doesn't say anything, what can we do? Dayan's rule has been established. The Left Prime Minister and his ministers have traveled to ten provinces and three hundred and eighteen prefectures to announce this to the world. This world has long been your Majesty's. Anyone who refuses to obey is a rebel!"

Your Majesty is merciful and lenient to those who surrender. As long as the other party is willing to abandon evil and join the light, we will forgive the past and allow them to become subjects of Dayan.

But if the other party still refuses to give up, he still has some soldiers under his command who can use force to reason with them.

Luo Ying touched his nose and glanced at the next door: "Then the lady over here..."

"Just leave it to the Dark Guards." Zhang Min thought for a moment, then stopped Luo Ying from jumping out the window and said rather embarrassedly, "When you have time, go to the bookstore for me and look for some manuscripts by weak scholars."

Luo Ying's eyes widened: "Huh?"

Their prime minister is busy with all kinds of affairs and has to pursue his wife, so how can he have time to read these miscellaneous books?

"Tsk." Zhang Min walked into the inner room, took off his robe, and threw it on the truss. "Just look for it if I ask you to. Stop talking nonsense."

Luo Ying: “…”

Didn't he just blurt out a word?

The Prime Minister's reaction was quite... angry and embarrassed.

"Alright, Prime Minister." Luo Ying bowed and stepped back, almost letting her clasped hands fall onto her shoes. "I'll do it right away."

Zhang Min rolled his eyes at him and said, "Get out of here right now."

He was in a state of disarray the entire day, without a trace of composure.

What a disgraceful bastard.

Zhang Min picked and chose in the boxes for a long time, and finally found a snow-blue round-necked robe that matched Ye Jindian's light pink skirt.

After hastily treating his wounds, he changed into his robe and returned to the main room to wait for Ye Jindian to return and have dinner with her.

The food box sent by the neighbor contained a portion of rice and chicken porridge, a plate of mutton, a plate of vegetables, and a dish of glutinous rice cakes placed on green leaves.

The reddish flower-shaped filling shows through the translucent glutinous rice cake, like flowers covered in rain and mist, which is very beautiful.

In the past, in the north, Ye Jindian could barely eat a bite of food all year round.

She still remembers the taste. Just one small bite and the delicate sweetness of the red bean paste and the bland toughness of the glutinous rice cake balanced out the pastry, making it not overly sweet but still soft and chewy.

Pair it with a mouthful of delicious and fragrant shredded chicken porridge. The chicken is tender and the mushrooms are smooth, and the taste instantly becomes delicate and rich.

She swallowed and felt a hint of sweetness brewing in her slightly bitter mouth.

But Ye Jindian knew in her heart that she had not yet recovered and should not eat too much sweets in the next few days, so she only picked up a piece and chewed it slowly with porridge.

Seeing her eating slowly and in small bites, Zhang Min thought she couldn't reach it, so he pushed the plates and bowls towards her and said, "Eat more."

Looking at her handsome husband's cautious movements and tone, Ye Jindian was silent for a moment and moved her fingers.

A little itchy.

She always gets tough when she encounters something hard, and wants to touch the fur when she encounters something soft.

"Well, you should eat more too." Ye Jindian replied to him politely.

Tiantian cares about him!

Zhang Min's eyes lit up, and he tentatively picked up a piece of tender lamb and put it in her bowl: "You...try this?"

A beauty is a beauty. Even when she slightly opens her fingers and loosens her chopsticks, she is like a bodhi flower slowly blooming, with a kind of purity that is untainted by dust.

that is--

The attitude is a bit too humble.

How dissatisfied was she with him in the past that he became so cautious?

Ye Jindian couldn't help but feel a little pity for the beauty. She picked up a piece of cake and put it on the porcelain plate in front of him: "Eat it, you're welcome."

The surprise hit Zhang Min's head, and he felt a buzzing sensation. He picked up the porcelain plate and looked at her as if in a dream: "Is this for me?"

It turns out that when he was not the Right Prime Minister Zhang Min, she could not have disliked him.

They were obviously a couple, and it was just a small piece of cake, but the other party treated it as a treasure, with disbelief in his eyes, holding the cake as if it were some rare treasure.

It's so pitiful.

I don't know what she did before her brain went bad.

Ye Jindian made a secret decision.

No, she must be nicer to this handsome husband in the future, and try to wait for her mother to come back and see a harmonious and loving family.

"It's for you." She picked up another piece of mutton and placed it on the porcelain plate in front of him, setting it down gently. Her tone was even softer. "You..." After carefully considering her words, she swallowed the word "weak" and said euphemistically, "Studying is very stressful for you. You should eat more meat."

Zhang Min's lips curled up at the two pieces of meat, and he couldn't suppress it at all. He almost laughed out loud while lowering his head to eat.

Ye Jindian: “…”

Alas, my handsome husband is so easy to satisfy.

Damn her before.

After finishing the meal and drinking the boiled medicine, Ye Jindian began to feel sleepy again. She walked slowly around the courtyard twice, but she couldn't resist the sleepiness and returned to the inner room to rest like a wandering soul.

Zhang Min looked at her erratic and weak steps, and followed behind her nervously. He raised his arms several times to support her, but then clenched his fists and retracted them, not daring to be rude.

Only after she lay down safely did he feel relieved. He closed the doors and windows for her, turned around and told the secret guards to keep a close eye on her, and then went back to the prime minister's residence to deal with business.

Located in Bishan Town, the Xiangfu Mansion, nestled against the mountain and facing the water, was the former prime minister's residence. Now, it was given to Zhang Min by the emperor as his office and residence.

The government office has more than ten courtyards of various sizes and hundreds of houses, which are arranged in rows and scattered at different heights. There are also towering ancient trees, small pavilions and flowing water around them.

Across the Zishui River, half of the Chun Street is crowded with people. The Prime Minister's Mansion and the first academy in Shengjing, Minglu Academy, where the sound of reading aloud can be heard, are facing each other in the distance. Looking further away, you can also see a corner of the eaves hidden among the tall trees, and the curling incense smoke goes straight up to the sky. That is the first Taoist temple in Shengjing, Dongshanyuan, standing halfway up the mountain.

Zhang Min was used to such beautiful scenery and did not look at it sideways. He just lifted his clothes and went in through the side door, returned to the study, and buried his head in dealing with the documents on the desk.

After finishing the paperwork, he walked leisurely to the prison with his hands behind his back to see the two half-dead and terrified soldiers.

Liu Jun was lying on a wooden board covered with dark yellow smelly liquid, his eyes covered with a black cloth two fingers wide, his body trembling slightly, his face pale and terrified.

Luo Ying spread her hands towards him and said, "Prime Minister, this hawk trick won't work either."

The other party was almost scared to death, but still refused to admit his mistake.

"Really?" Zhang Min pulled out a dagger from his boot and pressed it against someone's chin. "You're quite tough, but I wonder if your old father and young son are as tough as you."

Liu Jun's lips trembled and then he pursed them.

Zhang Min didn't care much and continued, "What if this dagger cuts a circle from their throat upwards, then goes along the back of their ears, slowly moves downwards, piercing the skin of their shoulders and necks, and then their arms..."

The cold and sinister dagger, along with the words he spoke, fell on the other person's body, causing waves of shudders.

He seemed to witness his old father and young son dying in pain right before his eyes.

Liu Jun, whose nerves had already been stretched to the limit, could no longer hold on and cried out in pain, "I confess! I confess!"

Zhang Min put away the dagger, nodded his chin at the expressionless secret guard Cang Ying, put away the dagger and walked out.

Luoying sighed and thought to herself that only their prime minister could handle this kind of thing.

He exchanged glances with Goshawk and trotted after Zhang Min: "We're almost prying information out of the traitors. Why don't you wait a little longer, Prime Minister?"

It would take at most one or two hours to verify the information.

Why is their prime minister so anxious?

Zhang Min tossed the unsharpened dagger into his arms. "Take it and sharpen it for me." He dusted off his clothes and walked out. "It's getting late. I have to go home. After you finish the interrogation, send the confession here. Don't disturb me from having dinner with my wife."

Luo Ying: “…”

Blame him for asking unnecessary questions.