Chapter 7 My wife heard the rumors about me...

Repairs cannot be completed in one day.

The bricklayers could only guarantee that the two dormitories would be inspected first. As for the other places, it would take a few more days.

A few days later, the day for Ye Jindian's last acupuncture treatment arrived.

Mrs. Lan slowly pulled out the silver needle, threw it into boiling water, gently rubbed her affected area, and asked her if it still hurt.

Ye Jindian shook her head: "It doesn't hurt anymore, and I haven't felt dizzy these past few days."

"Yes." Madam Lan wrote down the prescription and handed it to the eagerly awaiting Zhang Min, instructing her, "The blood clots in the affected area are slowly dissipating. You don't need to take the medicine and sleep all day. Walk around more. Come back in a month, and I'll check on you then."

Ye Jindian just listened and nodded, without asking anything else.

She felt relaxed and at ease, no longer groggy.

On the contrary, Zhang Min was extremely nervous. He took out a pen and paper to record everything from the intensity of activities to the amount of food supplements, and he wanted to empty all of Mrs. Lan's medicinal food.

Ye Jindian pulled his sleeve a little embarrassedly: "Okay, that's enough."

There's no need to be so exaggerated.

They are almost using up all the recipes that have been kept in their closets.

Zhang Min then reluctantly put down his pen.

Mrs. Lan couldn't help laughing. She sent the medicine boy to see the two out of the door, and she went to the main hall of the clinic to busy herself first.

After walking out of the backyard of the clinic, Ye Jindian shook her head slightly: "It seems that I am no longer dizzy. This lady's medical skills are really amazing."

Many people hit their heads and can't get out of bed and walk without resting for a month or two.

Zhang Min saw her swaying from side to side, feeling even more nervous than if he had seen the enemy aiming arrows at him. He subconsciously reached out to support her: "Be careful, don't..."

Before he could finish his words, Ye Jindian turned around as he felt something touching his head.

The smooth forehead brushed against his thumb.

The girl's hair was blown by the wind, slipping through her fingers, and a few strands of hair penetrated into her palms, scratching them gently.

They stopped at the same time and looked into each other's eyes.

During the Jingzhe season, spring thunder begins and all things come to life.

The surface of the Zishui River was shrouded in mist, and the cries of hawkers penetrated the weeping willows and apricot blossoms on both sides, creating ripples on the river.

Apricot blossoms fall all over my head with the wind.

Zhang Min's eyes trembled slightly, and he raised his hand to pick the apricot blossom from her hair. The corners of his lips moved a few times, and he wanted to say sorry, but it felt awkward.

After thinking for a while, he had no choice but to put the apricot blossom in his palm, spread it out towards her, and explained dryly: "Yes, there are flowers."

In fact, there was no such thing just now. He was just making things weird and confusing the whole story.

Ye Jindian looked at his downcast eyes, not knowing why he was at a loss, so she tiptoed to pick the apricot blossom from his head and placed it together with the one in his palm.

"Look, you have it on your head too."

Zhang Min hooked his fingers behind his back, and the warm, full, throbbing feeling on his thumb reappeared, as if it couldn't be wiped away no matter how hard he twisted his fingers.

He was about to say something.

Students in blue-gray uniforms hurried past them, their mouths still chattering—

"Hey, have you heard? The Right Prime Minister seems to have been seriously injured. He has to stay in bed for a while and can't show off his power."

"Hush! Are you trying to kill yourself? How dare you talk about this green-faced, fang-toothed killer?"

"That's right. Be careful his men might hear you and take you to the mansion for questioning."

There were also some people who were not afraid of death. They were still chewing the pancakes they bought on the road, but they swallowed them hurriedly and muttered to themselves.

"I heard that the Right Prime Minister was injured by his new wife. She stabbed him in the stomach with a pair of scissors. He barely survived."

"Huh? What kind of lady is the Right Prime Minister's wife? How could she be so unlucky to be favored by that killer god?"

"But I've never heard of that lady in Shengjing. This marriage seemed to have come from nowhere, and no one has heard of it."

"I don't know what will happen to her. This is truly an unprovoked disaster..."

At this point, the moans drifted away and were drowned by the hawking sounds along the banks of the Zishui River, and were no longer clear.

Ye Jindian was curious: "Who is this Right Prime Minister? Why are these scholars so afraid of him?"

A right-hand man: "..."

He was a little hesitant to look up at his wife.

The mother-in-law who was selling eggs nearby had been staring at the sweet and handsome couple for a while, her mouth almost breaking with smile.

Hearing this, she said, "Madam, you don't know this, do you?"

"Hmm?" Ye Jindian moved to the side, leaned over, picked up the egg, shook it gently, and asked the price.

Hearing that it was the market price, neither expensive nor cheap, she asked for a straw basket, picked up some, and planned to steam some egg custard for them and herself to nourish their bodies.

While choosing, I still remember what happened just now.

"How do you say this?"

Seeing that she could not only look at beauties but also do business, the old woman's smile became brighter, and flowers brighter than spring blossomed in the corners of her eyes.

She glanced around and lowered her voice, "Our Dayan's Right Prime Minister is a general with a ferocious face and a towering figure. I heard he was one of the first to follow Your Majesty in conquering the world. He was injured on the face by a knife years ago, so he wears a mask all year round."

Zhang Min's mouth twitched, and he lifted his skirt and squatted down. "This can't be allowed. The Right Prime Minister is going to escort all the generals. Is he going to attend court wearing a mask?"

This behavior is quite disrespectful.

When, what virtue and how could he become so arrogant?

"You scholars don't understand this, do you?" the old woman said mysteriously. "I heard that the knife was taken for His Majesty, so only he has this honor!"

Zhang Min: “…”

"Ah." The old woman was delighted to see the young lady. She picked out the wreath she had woven while sitting down from the flower basket beside her and put it on Ye Jindian's head, still chatting with Zhang Min, "The emperor loves him very much, and he is a veteran who has fought for many years. This right prime minister is powerful and murderous. Over time, everyone will be afraid of him."

Afterwards, the old man talked about "a few cruel things about the right prime minister", describing how he killed enemies, beheaded colleagues, and slaughtered brothers and sisters, and he described it in a way that made him feel like he was there.

Ye Jindian gasped when she heard this, but she didn't take it too seriously.

She did not think that ordinary people like them could easily get in touch with the Right Prime Minister. She just made a note that if she encountered his carriage in the future, she must retreat three steps to avoid being attacked.

Regarding this matter, she casually warned Zhang Min: "If your husband is unlucky enough to encounter this, don't act on impulse."

He has such a thin body that if he meets the Right Prime Minister, he might not be able to withstand a punch from the other party.

Not hearing any response, she turned around to look at him, and seeing his face as white as a pear and an apricot, she felt even more worried.

Her husband is so handsome, and she wonders if he will humble himself and punish her because of his handsomeness.

Zhang Min: “…”

Does he have to respond to this?

Secret guards: Sometimes, it is difficult for them to hold back their laughter.

"Husband?"

Qian Zang's two words of worry instantly convinced Zhang Min. He said softly, "Don't worry, my lady. I will never get angry and make you worry."

This kind of thing will never happen.

The secret guards hiding on the side were afraid that they could not control themselves, so they covered their mouths tightly with their hands.

Ye Jindian was relieved then, and she went out with him to buy rice, vegetables and meat, and then went back to cook.

Zhang Min didn't know much about kitchen matters. Born into a prominent family, he hadn't had much time to suffer after his family fell apart, but he had the foresight to bet on the present emperor and join forces with him to conquer the world.

When fighting outside, there are people to take care of the kitchen, so he doesn't have to worry too much.

Afraid that acting rashly might lead to disaster, he habitually planned before taking action. He first helped wash the vegetables, light the fire, and observed how his wife stir-fried the vegetables and meat.

He read it so carefully that he almost took notes in a notebook.

Ye Jindian glanced at him and decided to give him another egg.

Well, she was so kind and good-hearted that she gave herself one as a reward!

After only one day of quitting medication, after eating, showering and changing clothes, Ye Jindian still felt sleepy. She yawned repeatedly before turning many pages of the book, turned off the lights and went to sleep.

Zhang Min, who was reading a storybook by the light in the house, just came across this plot -

The weak scholar was scratched by the male fox who was repaying a favor. The young lady angrily drove the male fox away, turned around, held his hand with heartache, and blew it gently.

The warmth and softness were close to her body, and the sweet fragrance of her silk clothes filled her face and penetrated her heart and lungs. Her wide sleeves hung lightly above her knees, clinging tightly to her body.

The scholar looked at the peach blossom face that was slowly approaching, and he felt a surge of desire...①

He snapped the book shut, threw it aside, and drank two glasses of water.

What a sin! Why is he watching this kind of thing in the middle of the night?

Turning around, he saw a small wooden box containing two apricot blossoms. His somewhat restless brows softened again. He picked it up unconsciously, opened it, looked at it carefully, and stroked the edge of the box.

Two lovely jade-white apricot blossoms are close together.

After a long while, he was willing to put it down and placed it on a high shelf. He blew out the candle and prepared to climb over the wall to return to the prime minister's residence to handle official business.

Unexpectedly, when I climbed out from the back window, I saw a thief sliding down the wall.

“…”

Where did this little thief come from? How dare he break into his house and steal things?

Zhang Min put his hands behind his back and followed the sneaky thief around. Seeing that he was not very experienced, he leaned over and asked kindly, "What are you looking for? Do you need help?"

The little thief's tall body shook, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, his mouth wide open in fear, unable to speak.

After calming down and seeing that the other party was just a pale-faced scholar, he instantly became tough again, took out a dagger, pointed it at Zhang Min, and threatened in a low voice: "Don't make a sound, otherwise, I will make you pay!"

"Thank you." Zhang Min said with a dull look, "I don't want to look better anymore."

If it weren't for his wife's obvious love for this look, he would really have disdained this fair and tender face that would never get tanned.

A real man should be tanned to look handsome and strong!

A short whistle came from the top of the wall.

Zhang Min looked back and saw a face that he couldn't stand at all.

The young man leaned against the wall with his knees bent and his elbows supported. He had strong shoulders and a slim waist, thick eyebrows and deep eyes, and his skin had a healthy and smooth luster. Although he was handsome, he was not androgynous or elegant like a scholar. One could tell at a glance that he was a young military general.

"Why does General Gongsun have the time to climb the wall?" Zhang Min grabbed the thief who tried to escape after seeing the young man with one hand, and he felt more and more uncomfortable.

What does it mean? When you see Gongsun Shuo, you want to run away. When you see him, you think you can threaten him.

The prejudice people have against appearances is a bit too much!

"Young General Gongsun is not here alone, I'm here with him." Another person appeared from the top of the wall, and it was obvious at a glance that he was a military general.

His name is Li Wuji. He used to be a wild king in the mountains. He was unrestrained, wild and unruly by nature. Even his face showed the cold and tough temperament that could kill people. His height was much higher than that of ordinary people. He stood out wherever he stood.

Zhang Min was the first person to impress him. He first served under Zhang Min and later came under the command of the current emperor. He became a fierce general and one of the founding fathers.

"Zhang Zimei, I heard you're using the alias Zhang Baishi, pretending to be a weak scholar, seeking the pity of a beautiful woman." He dangled his long legs over the wall, casually picking up a bamboo branch and choking it in his mouth, looking nonchalant. "I'm here to see what's going on." He glanced at the thief next to him and said sarcastically, "What? Did you invite some actors?"

Zhang Min: “…”

Which bastard leaked the information to these bastards!