Chapter 63: My wife's eyes, why is there something wrong? My wife...

The cold moon and withered branches enter the house, and the lingering fragrance casts a slanting shadow on the wall.

In the dead of night, the moonlight was as clear as water, swaying on the wall and creating a cloud of light and mist.

All that remained of the surroundings were just outlines of things shrouded in light.

Only the features of the person in front of you are clearest.

Ye Jindian always suspected that she had misheard: "Husband...what did you say just now?"

"I say—" Zhang Min pressed against the back of her hand, took her hand, and placed it on his chest. "Since my lady likes it, why don't you continue?"

Ye Jindian: “!!”

Her eyes widened slightly.

I don’t know when my husband, who is thinner-skinned than paper, became so bold.

only--

As soon as he repeated this sentence, his chest began to turn apricot red.

This color is like strong wine, slowly spreading along the collarbone, neck, earlobes, and cheeks.

He lowered his head, and with his flushed cheeks, he rubbed open her soft, loosely clenched fingers, pressed them against her palm, and gently rubbed them.

The bright red lips were barely visible, and were brushed several times.

Ye Jindian felt a little dry in the mouth.

The pharyngeal pain is particularly noticeable in a quiet inner room when swallowing.

She paused, but her throat became increasingly dry and itchy, and she couldn't help but tilt her head and cough several times.

"Thirsty?"

Zhang Min reached out and touched the kettle; it was a little cold.

He held her hand somewhat reluctantly, pressed it against his face, and rubbed it twice with longing.

"I'll go heat up the water."

He let go of his hand, picked up the porcelain pot on the table, and walked out.

The footsteps still carried the silent struggle between indulgence and restraint.

Ye Jindian thought about it, then followed with the stack of books she had brought back and her two storybooks.

"Madam?" Zhang Min heard footsteps, turned around and saw that she was wearing thin clothes, and then went back to the inner room.

He took a thick short coat, gently draped it over her shoulders, and tied it tightly.

"Let's go." The hand that had tied the belt slid down and passed through her fingers. "Are you hungry, my lady? Do you want to eat something?"

Recently, all the food the prisoners in the dungeon eat is prepared by him.

As I practiced more, I seemed to be able to swallow it without it being too hard.

But the word "delicious" is not applicable to me for now.

From being charcoal to looking decent, then to being cooked thoroughly so as not to cause vomiting and diarrhea for the subordinates, and then to now being neither good nor bad, it is... considered progress.

Anyway, he tricked Li Wuzhi into eating a bowl of noodles these two days.

Apart from feeling that the taste was too bland and too superficial, the other party found nothing fatal about it.

But after saying this, he still felt a little nervous.

"Husband wants to cook?" Ye Jindian looked at him in surprise.

Their handsome husband is a weak scholar who immerses himself in the sea of ​​books every day.

I heard that gentlemen stay away from the kitchen. Does he know how the appliances in the kitchen work?

Zhang Min nodded and put down the kettle.

"Then..." Ye Jindian saw that he really wanted to show off his skills and didn't want to discourage him, "Let's not boil the water. Let's just make noodle soup and drink it."

Zhang Min shook his head: "Heat it up and drink half a cup first."

There's no need to save this little bit of firewood.

He poured the cold water from the porcelain pot into the copper pot and put it on the small stove to boil.

After finishing it, he ran to fetch water to wash the pot and boil water to cook noodles.

Zhang Min touched his hot earlobe, and just in case, he filled a bucket of water on the stove next door.

Ye Jindian turned out the flour and saw this scene. She touched her cheek, which was suddenly hot, with the back of her cool hand.

"I'll knead the dough." Zhang Min lit the fire and stood up. "My lady, just sit down and light the fire."

Look, she is holding a few storybooks, which is just right for her to read quietly for a while.

He quickly put on his sleeves and prepared to pour cold water into the flour balls to stir them.

"Wait—" Ye Jindian held his wrist, "You need to use hot water to knead the dough, and add salt and lard, so that it will be fragrant."

Zhang Min: “…”

No wonder he always felt that the noodles he made were not tasty.

"Madam, did you put these things in the dough when you kneaded it?" he asked cautiously. "Why didn't I see any of them?"

Ye Jindian was a bit amused and said, "I have a little habit when cooking. I like to put everything that needs seasoning into a small dish first and mix it evenly."

If you cook meat, you also need to marinate it in advance.

Although their family didn't have much money, they had saved a lot of spices because they came from the desert frontier.

Since she loved to eat it, A Niang didn't sell it for money, so she never lacked pepper or other things.

There are also many spices in Nanling.

They also have quite a few seeds of cornus officinalis and Sichuan peppercorns.

It's just a little strange...

There are so many spice seeds left at home, but not even a single one is planted in the vegetable garden.

If they planted and cultivated new spice plants and adapted them to the climate of the capital, even if the harvest was less than in Nanling, they should still be able to make a lot of money.

A Niang is not someone who is against money, so why would she give up this deal?

She couldn't figure it out.

But her mother was not at home, and she had not received a reply to the letter she had sent. She did not know the details and did not dare to act rashly.

A Niang must have her own reasons for doing things.

"When I was seasoning the vegetables, you were basically picking and washing vegetables in the garden, so how could you have seen it?" Ye Jindian put down the notebook and stood up to teach him how to season the vegetables.

Zhang Min turned around and poured a bowl of water and handed it to her: "Drink water first."

Ye Jindian took it and drank it in one gulp.

"Still thirsty?"

She shook her head and put the bowl down.

Zhang Min raised the back of his hand and pressed it gently to wipe away the water from the corner of her lips.

He has always been efficient at work. After receiving some instructions, he cooked a pot of very chewy vegetable noodles in a short time.

He scooped up the noodles, fried an egg, and put it in his wife's bowl.

The eggs were taken out of the pan at the wrong time. Even with my wife's reminder, they were still a little late and a little overcooked.

He decided to be nicer to the prisoners in the prison and give them some eggs tomorrow.

If you can't tell the whole story after eating...

Haha, I can’t really beat my subordinates to death, but it’s not certain for criminals who have committed serious crimes.

In his mind, he was thinking of a hundred and eight torture schemes, but on the surface he smiled at his wife gently and shyly: "Try it first?"

Ye Jindian picked up half of it and gave it to him.

The stars are bright and the moonlight is like water.

They sat together, eating a bowl of steaming hot vegetable and egg noodles on a cool night in early summer.

"Is it delicious?" Zhang Min stared at the yellowish noodles she had bitten off, and tightened his grip on the chopsticks.

Ye Jindian buried her head in her food and took the time to reply, "It's delicious."

Although the craftsmanship is not perfect, it is pretty good.

"This is my husband's first time cooking, and he's already gifted to be able to make something like this."

The gifted person felt guilty and his eyes drifted away.

He glanced at the storybook she had placed on the stool and immediately started a new conversation: "Madam, what storybooks do you want to read recently? When I go to the bookstore, I'll help you keep an eye out for a few."

Ye Jindian raised her eyes and looked down following his gaze.

"I almost forgot about this." She put down her chopsticks, picked up the pile of books, and handed "Ninety-nine Strategies to Capture the Weak Scholar" and "Ninety-nine Strategies to Capture the Scholar" to Zhang Min. "Husband, can you help me check if these two books were written by the same person?"

Zhang Min took a big bite of noodles and flipped through the pages by candlelight.

Hua Sanniang toasted and exchanged pleasantries with Mr. Wen, but quietly took off one of her shoes under the table, and climbed up the scholar's calf with her toes, pressing on him...

“!!”

He almost got choked by the noodles.

"Madam, how could you read this kind of book?" Zhang Min swallowed the noodles, but still couldn't help feeling a little sour.

She liked the weak scholar so much that she took so much trouble to like him.

Also studying the storybook!

Ye Jindian realized belatedly what she had exposed.

She nearly choked.

"Eat slowly." Zhang Min quickly reached out and patted her back. "I'm just asking casually, I don't mean anything else. Don't get excited, ma'am."

Ye Jindian waved her hand: "Ahem, you take a look first."

Zhang Min was afraid that his stomach would feel bloated from the sourness, so he quickly finished his noodles and focused on watching.

After reading it, I found something wrong.

"There's at least an 80% chance these two books were written by the same person." He put the book down, feeling like he'd overlooked something. "However... the two books have different authorships and very different stories."

Ye Jindian handed him the booklet "Ninety-nine Strategies to Conquer the Scholar," which was written by the same author. "Husband, take a look at these. What do you think?"

After reading them, Zhang Min was still confused: "The writing style of these books clearly shows that they were written by the same person as this one."

He clicked on "Ninety-nine Strategies to Capture the Scholar".

He closed the book and looked at the signature.

It is indeed written by the same person.

Ye Jindian also finished eating.

She lifted her cheeks and said, "Husband, after reading this book, don't you feel it's familiar?"

Zhang Min felt that way, but he was not sure in front of his wife.

Ye Jindian handed "My Husband is a Killing Demon" to Zhang Min. "This book was written by the second author, and the signature is different from the previous ones. If you read any of the previous books alone, you won't be able to connect them together. But after reading all of them, you will find that the husband in "The Demon" has many small habits similar to the villains in these books."

It’s like taking the complete characters in Demon Head and breaking them into small pieces and scattering them throughout these books.

It would be fine if there were only a few points of conflict, but these different storybooks were written by the same person, and the villains in them can match the devil in terms of their background, appearance, temperament and achievements.

They also mentioned that they like wearing masks, wearing military uniforms, wearing hand guards, unconsciously curling the corners of books when reading, like to lean back and close their eyes to rest, and have a habit of eating edamame...

Wouldn't that be too much of a coincidence?

However, these contents are only mentioned once in the book and are just passed over in passing. If you don’t read it several times, you won’t notice it at all.

If she hadn't watched "My Husband is a Killer Who Kills Without Blinking an Eye" over and over again, she wouldn't have noticed this.

When Zhang Min saw her take out the book, he already had a bad feeling.

His eyelids shrank, and a dangerous look flashed across his eyes.

Afraid of scaring his wife, he suppressed his temper and picked up the notebook to read.

Although he appeared calm on the outside, his mind was already racing.

The last time he saw this book, he had already noticed something wrong with it.

The book describes the devil's daily habits and some private matters, which would never be known to anyone except those around him.

Therefore, during this period of time, in addition to dealing with the rebels, he also had to catch traitors in secret.

It's just that the traitor was too cunning and was not caught.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but exert force with his fingers, and his index finger traced the upper right corner of the notebook.

Ye Jindian lowered her eyes and glanced at him, her eyelashes trembling.

When Zhang Min looked up, she subconsciously avoided his gaze and turned to pick up another book.

"My dear, please take a look at this book 'Ninety-nine Strategies to Capture the Weak Scholar'." Ye Jindian handed the book to him, "Just by looking at the name of this book, you can immediately think of 'Ninety-nine Strategies to Capture the Scholar'. The two books only differ in the word 'weak', but the stories are completely different.

“If you ignore the titles and only read the content, you wouldn’t associate these two books with each other.

"In other words, people who don't read the book 'The Devil' wouldn't have guessed that the book 'The Weak Scholar' was also written by the same author as the book 'The Scholar'."

Furthermore, the words and sentences used by both the weak scholar and the devil are close to everyday speech, with concise and clear words that are easy to understand; the scholar, however, uses many allusions, his words and sentences are more elegant, and his rhetoric is also gorgeous and gorgeous.

“If all three books were written by the same person, why would they have completely different writing styles?

"If the scholar was forced to write this book because Princess Kangning requested it, and he didn't want his original style to be recognized, fearing it would affect his career, then why did he add another layer of complications by creating two new styles?"

Gorgeousness and vulgarity are very different, and the audiences are also different.

These two writing styles are enough to mislead those who do not know the truth.

unless--

Zhang Min expressed her inner thoughts: "The writer wrote about the weak scholar first, but under pressure from Princess Kangning, he also wrote about the scholar. He was afraid that someone would recognize the weak scholar and the demon as being the same person, so he felt guilty when writing about the demon and subconsciously changed the signature."

"That's very strange." Ye Jindian glanced at his stiff figure sitting upright and chuckled. "Under what circumstances would a person be so afraid of revealing his true identity?" She suddenly approached Zhang Min and looked into his eyes. "Could it be that he has done something wrong?"

Zhang Min: “…”

There's something wrong with the look in my wife's eyes.

He suppressed his ominous thoughts and replied, "Unless the other party is lurking with a purpose."

Purpose.

Ye Jindian wondered what his purpose could be.

"Madam..." Zhang Min's mouth was inexplicably dry. "Who is the scholar you mentioned who was forced to write a storybook by Princess Kangning?"

Ye Jindian pulled back her wandering thoughts: "You also know that handsome scholar with big eyes at the end of the alley."

Handsome!

What handsomeness? That’s not handsome at all!

It looks like a frog with a big mouth and bulging eyes jumping around in the ground. It’s not pretty at all!!

"It's him?" Zhang Min was surprised.

"My husband, please help me deliver these notebooks to the Right Prime Minister and tell him—" Ye Jindian stuffed all the books into his arms, "to thank him for saving my life in Chunxiao Tower."

Zhang Min took it obediently: "Okay."

He placed the notebook on a corner of the long table, intending to wash the dishes, clean his face and rinse his mouth before taking it back to the inner room.

Ye Jindian brought a small stool and squatted beside him, staring at him.

“…”

“…………”

“………………”

After a long period of uneasy silence, Zhang Min couldn't help but steal a glance at her.

At a glance, I met those calm peach blossom eyes.

"My lady, why are you looking at me like that?" Zhang Min looked down at himself. "Did I do something wrong?"

still--

She compared the demon's experience with his childhood and became suspicious of him.

"My husband is handsome." Ye Jindian rested her chin on her other hand. "Even washing dishes is so pleasing to the eye."

Zhang Min felt both happy and weak at the same time because of what she said.

No, there is something wrong with my wife.

He was sure of it.

But since the other party didn't say it clearly, he didn't dare to start a conversation.

Zhang Min was frightened, and quickly wiped the water off the bowl, put it back in the basin and covered it. He came out again, washed the rag and his hands, and then scooped water to wash his face and rinse his mouth.

Ye Jindian's eyes never left him as she went in and out several times.

Even when she was brushing her teeth, her peach blossom eyes were still glued to him.

Zhang Min: “…”

There's something really wrong with my wife.

He wanted to escape a little.

Ye Jindian spat out the peach blossom tea salt powder in her mouth, took a sip of water, rinsed it out and spit it out again.

As she wiped her face, her long, slender neck was raised, and her dark eyes were still staring at him from under the cloth.

Zhang Min: "Ahem..."

He nearly choked to death on the tooth powder.

Ye Jindian tore off the cloth and threw it into the basin, then reached out and patted him on the back: "Husband, don't worry."

Zhang Min quickly rinsed his mouth, wiped his face, hung the clean cloth on the bamboo pole and wanted to run away.

"Where do you want to go, my husband?" Ye Jindian raised her foot and stepped on the wall.

The long legs were across his waist and abdomen, blocking his way.

Zhang Min swallowed his saliva: "It's late, shouldn't we go to bed?"

He looked at his wife's hands resting loosely on her knees, and his premonition grew worse.

It seemed that she had only used this tough attitude towards "Brother Stone", and she had always treated the "weak scholar" with gentleness and patience.

Ye Jindian leaned closer to him: "Nothing to do, just go to bed?"

Zhang Min's ears flushed: "...Yes."

The next moment, a hand climbed up his shoulder and touched his neck.

The warm palm pressed against his cervical vertebrae, and the other fingertip touched his red lips, then gently rubbed his collarbone along his neck.

The cool lips with the scent of peach blossoms are close to the earlobe.

Zhang Min's throat rolled.

The hand on the collarbone brushed across the chest through the thin fabric and went down.

Ye Jindian raised her head and bit his earlobe lightly, whispering softly along with the wetness: "My husband lied to me..."

Zhang Min was grabbed and his heartbeat suddenly became disordered.