Chapter 13 I dare not look directly into his eyes. I dare not look directly into his eyes...
Ye Jindian was stunned.
Although she was a good-looking woman, she had never been so close to a man before.
Even though the other person was her real husband, she felt uncomfortable for a moment and subconsciously stepped back.
Zhang Min regained her sanity as she dodged, her fingers stiffly suspended in the air, and she almost slapped herself in the face.
——He was distracted for a moment and was too presumptuous.
"I'm sorry."
He retracted his fingers a little hastily, pressed them against the edge of the table, lowered his head, and his other hand holding the chopsticks suddenly tightened, as if he had done something wrong.
But what did he do wrong?
Ye Jindian looked at his furry head exposed with his back to the sunlight, and thought that the way he carefully stared at the corner of her lips did not show any shameful desire at all, but only an urgent desire to prove something.
It was as if... she was a little afraid that she was a flower in the mirror or a reflection in the water.
She put down her chopsticks.
The wooden chopsticks fell on the mountain-shaped chopstick rest made of thin porcelain, making a very light "click" sound.
This light sound was like the sound of a heavy bronze bell ringing in a temple in the distant mountains. The sound echoed in Zhang Min's heart, making his heart petals tremble.
His breath hitched, and his eyes were fixed on the orange-yellow wide-trousers who moved slightly next to him, as if he was about to leave his seat in anger. His mind was full of how to apologize so that Tiantian would forgive his mistake.
The storybooks he had read these days turned page by page in his mind.
“Clatter—”
He pleaded with all his might, apologized with a thorny stick on his back, used objects to express his feelings, and shamelessly approached someone and received a beating in exchange for forgiveness...
Suddenly, his fingers, which were frozen at the table, were grabbed.
The book whose pages I had been turning closed with a snap.
He slowly raised his eyes.
Ye Jindian pinched his fingers with one hand, took out a handkerchief with the other hand, and gently wiped his oily fingertips.
"If you see any oil stains, just wipe them with a handkerchief. Why dirty your fingers?" She stuffed the handkerchief into his hand and leaned forward. "Help me see if there are any oil stains at the corners of your mouth."
Zhang Min's falling heart rebounded. He tightened the soft handkerchief in his palm, raised his hand, picked up a clean corner of the handkerchief, carefully put it to the corner of her lips, secretly looked at her eyes, and did not dare to let it go rashly.
The peach blossom eyes curved.
The golden fragments of sunset danced at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, but he showed no resentment.
She just looked at him quietly.
His pupils reflected his stunned and foolish look.
His thick, long black eyelashes trembled slightly, casting a small shadow on his eyelids. With his hands, he wiped away the soup from the corners of her lips bit by bit, very lightly, very steadily, and very patiently.
After a while, he reluctantly withdrew his hand, folded the handkerchief again, and placed it on the table in front of her.
“There’s no grease left.”
He bent his slightly trembling fingers and pressed them against his legs. He glanced at the red corners of his lips and felt a little annoyed that he had used too heavy a hand.
"My wife..." He looked at the light red spot, feeling a little guilty, "Does it hurt?"
Ye Jindian was at a loss for words: "It's just wiping my mouth, how could it hurt so easily?"
She reached out her hand, hesitated, and gently pinched his cheek.
The skin I touched felt slightly cool, yet smooth and plump.
It feels really good.
Ye Jindian pinched it and then let go, asking him, "Does it hurt?"
Zhang Min touched his face blankly: "It doesn't hurt."
"Then it doesn't hurt me either." She picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and seeing the curve of his lips rising again, she couldn't help but smile. She reached out to pick up a piece of meat with chopsticks and put it in his bowl.
"Eat more."
"There will be chicken soup later. Can you have two...three bowls?"
Zhang Min nodded repeatedly.
Not to mention three bowls, he could drink even ten bowls of the soup cooked by his wife herself.
*
Prime Minister's Mansion.
Luoying came out of the dungeon. It was already dark. The bright moon and stars were hanging high in the sky, making the bluestone slabs look like they were covered with a thin layer of salt, giving them a floating white color.
He casually wiped the blood off the side of his face with the back of his hand, and walked towards the main hall with the clean documents in his pocket.
"Is the Prime Minister..." back?
Before he could utter a word, he saw a group of people falling out of the house as if they had seen a ghost, lying sprawled on the corridor, and then rolling down the small steps to the courtyard using their hands and feet.
Luo Ying dodged away with some disgust: "What are you doing!"
There is not even one person with a decent demeanor. No wonder the Prime Minister always criticizes their camp for being too frivolous and not steady enough.
"It's embarrassing for me."
He gave his subordinates a look of disdain, walked around the group of people who had fallen to the ground and were getting up, and walked inside.
"guard……"
"Don't call me, I'm not your captain of the guards." Luo Ying said in a heavy tone, with his hands behind his back, a look of disappointment on his face, and he didn't want to admit that they were superiors and subordinates at all, and stepped into the main hall.
The guards were silent, lowered their heads and exchanged glances, secretly watching him go in out of the corner of their eyes, their eyes full of sympathy.
Alas, I hope that the Captain of the Guards will not escape and feel the same way as them.
Luo Ying, who was placed with high hopes, was stunned as soon as he entered.
He looked at Zhang Min, who was firmly pinching his subordinate's jaw with one hand and gently wiping the ink off his face with a handkerchief with the other. The confession document in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang" and hit his toes.
"Prime Minister?"
What is he going to do to the people in his camp?
What kind of new torture method is this? ! !
The guard who was strangled also looked as if he would rather die than be killed.
The other party still tried to struggle: "Prime Minister, how about I go and get the Ten Military Sticks? Can you please find someone else?"
Man, this is so corny.
He can't stand it.
"No, you're the most shameless person in the entire battalion."
Zhang Min ruthlessly twisted his dodged head back.
He raised his eyes and glanced at Luo Ying, then turned back as if nothing had happened and continued to study how to use the small handkerchief.
"My Lord Prime Minister!" Luo Ying glanced at Fu Feng, who was hiding outside the window and took two steps back. "What are you doing?!"
Zhang Min wiped the last bit of ink off the guard's face and frowned in disdain: "My wife is not as thick-skinned as you. Your face has turned red. It seems that this strength is not enough."
He let go of her hand, sat down in disappointment, and threw the handkerchief aside.
The strength of wiping the mouth, face, eyelids and nose must be different so as not to make the skin red and stinging, but not to be too gentle and appear excessively harsh.
If you are too nagging, you will inevitably appear frivolous.
He was afraid that his wife would feel uncomfortable.
This is really more difficult than killing the enemy.
Zhang Min's expression was as intense as jealousy.
He loosened his grip and sat down.
The guard saluted hastily and fled.
"Prime Minister, Chief of Guards."
"I have to take my turn today, so I'll take my leave."
The person had disappeared, and the voice that had been heard was finally heard.
The wind blew up the hairband hanging on Luoying's shoulder and slapped him in the face, leaving him stunned.
"What am I doing? Why are you asking me? A group of people can't even fart out a useful word." Zhang Min glanced at him and snorted coldly.
Luo Ying: “…”
He understood that the Prime Minister must be having trouble pursuing his wife.
Zhang Min reached out and took the document that was not being processed urgently, then slowly picked up the pen. "Tell me, what did you find out during the investigation?"
Luo Ying finally straightened up: "In the past, the Shi family army still had orphans. I heard that the two generals under them were unwilling to give up and had always wanted to find an opportunity to seize the Southern Capital and compete with Dayan. They originally planned to leave the capital and go south to find the Shi family army..."
Zhang Min interrupted him: "Have the people of the Shi family army seen this group of wandering soldiers?"
Luo Ying was still thinking back. He had remembered all the documents he had read. The corners of his lips curled up and he leaned back in his chair, smiling with his forehead propped up.
"No, they haven't met yet." He said firmly, raised his hand, gestured behind him, and ordered, "Fufeng, from today on, you will lead a small team, disguised as the remaining troops, to lure out the remnants of the Shi family army."
Fu Feng outside the window saluted and said, "Yes, I'll do it right away."
As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared.
Luo Ying handed the interrogation documents to the table and said, "Prime Minister, your instructions have been fulfilled. The Second Lady and Wu Lang have successfully divorced, and Wu Lang is willing to come to our villa to make a living by picking mulberry leaves and weaving cloth. Wu Lang must return the Second Lady's entire dowry and give her three years' worth of "missing time."
Of course.
According to their prime minister's usual evil-hearted... ahem, kind-hearted tactics, each piece of gold and silver wares sold by Wulang will also have corresponding detailed information falling into the hands of Shengjing Ling.
The other party can decide the matter according to the law.
"We've also bought the house..." Luo Ying pulled out the title deed and blueprints from her waist and handed them to Zhang Min. "Prime Minister, take a look. Do you want us to do some renovations?"
Zhang Min didn't care much: "You guys can handle the repairs yourselves. Just wash away the sour and stinky smell and don't let it stink my wife."
Luoying: "Yes."
After finishing the business, Zhang Min ticked the document, picked up his pen and wrote a few words, then threw it on the finished document aside. He raised his eyes and glanced at Luo Ying, staring at the bloodstain on his cheek.
After falling into the shadow, he felt a chill down his spine and turned to the passing civil servant and said, "Well... Chief Clerk, wait a minute, I have something to discuss with you."
He hurriedly apologized, bowed, and ran away.
Zhang Min: “…”
This guy is the most shameless, why is he running away!
*
The divorce case between Er Niangzi and Wu Lang has been announced.
The government office's final verdict shocked the people in the nearby streets and alleys.
Many people came to ask Wang Si Niang next door for details. When Aunt Li, who had poor legs and feet, saw so many people gathered here, she moved all the chrysanthemums grown in the yard out and put them on a cart for sale. She also made some snacks such as fried beans.
These days, the war had just ended and everyone’s pockets were tight, so few people could afford to spend the money.
Only wine lovers would take a sip and listen to rumors over the wine.
Ye Jindian passed by and also listened. She was attracted by Wang Si Niang's vivid description. She took two steps back and leaned under the apricot willow tree to listen carefully.
When people in the streets spread rumors, they were mostly all over the place. But Wang Si Niang told the story slowly, sticking to the key points and keeping the audience in suspense like a storyteller. She first took a sip of water and put two beans in her mouth to chew.
That leisurely look can make people anxious to death.
Ye Jindian was a very patient listener, just waiting without rushing.
Wang Si Niang took a sip of water, cleared her throat, and continued to talk about the incident of Wu Lang beating Er Niang. Everyone was furious and started spitting and cursing.
Especially the ladies who usually thought he was a good person, no matter how much they praised him in the past, they were now very upset with him, and they were the ones who scolded him the most.
"But..." Ye Jindian felt very strange, "Why is there no sound when he hits people?"
She lives next door and hasn't heard anything these days.
As they all lived in the same neighborhood, Wang Si Niang recognized her and knew about her amnesia.
Before Wan Niang left, every neighbor, except the beast next door, sent her eggs and flour, asking everyone to take good care of her.
Wang Si's family naturally received the message, and the look in their eyes when they looked at her was especially gentle.
"Miss Ye, you don't know this. Every time this beast beats someone up, he drags them into the cellar. That day, I was on the wall and saw with my own eyes the thief-catcher throw out the things in there. That old, filthy blood was truly terrifying."
I see.
Ye Jindian was very sad.
"No wonder he lied to us all these years, saying that the Second Lady had a miscarriage and went crazy afterwards."
"I thought he was drinking because he was too sad about this matter and was drowning his sorrows in alcohol!"
…
Perhaps because the audience were all married people, some experienced ladies started talking about some clues of the discord between the two.
During the conversation, it is inevitable that there will be some dirty talk that is not too taboo, and the topic may even go off track and talk about the importance of sexual pleasure between husband and wife and harmony in the boudoir.
Ye Jindian didn't understand at first, and she was thinking very carefully about the true meaning.
After understanding, she felt a little embarrassed and was about to sneak away, but Wang Si Niang grabbed her hand and whispered, "Miss Ye, this old lady's words are rough but true. You'd better not leave yet."
Ye Jindian: “…”
Their beautiful husband is weak and may not be able to withstand the methods they mentioned.
Wang Si Niang was obviously also thinking about Zhang Min's frail appearance. She coughed lightly and whispered in her ear, "There are gentler methods. I'll dig out the fire avoidance map I wrote when I was young and give it to you someday. How about that?"
Ye Jindian didn't think she was shy, but her face turned red. "Then... I'll accept it."
She didn't really want to use it, she just wanted to take a look.
real.
Wang Si Niang patted her hand and smiled meaningfully, "With a beautiful woman by your side, you should make the most of the springtime. This way of getting along between husband and wife is too respectful, which always lacks some fun, doesn't it?"
Ye Jindian: “…”
Everyone is really outspoken and passionate.
But she and her handsome husband are still sisters now, not that serious.
"Besides, your husband is so handsome, and you don't care. Aren't you afraid of others coveting him?" Wang Si Niang said, "Or maybe..." She paused, but didn't say it clearly, "Men are all the same. They value beauty over affection, and desire over love."
Ye Jindian couldn't help but defend Zhang Min: "He won't do that."
Wang Si Niang covered her lips and smiled, teasing her, "Are you so protective of your husband?"
Ye Jindian touched her earlobe, feeling a little embarrassed. Just then, the Ming guards from Luoying Camp came to arrange things next door, and a car was passing by, so they had to give way.
She took the opportunity to go back with her basket of vegetables.
Zhang Min heard the noise and ran out to greet her.
"Madam, are you back?"
The handsome husband stood in the inner corridor. The afterglow of the setting sun over the cold mountain spread down from the eaves and fell on his bare white feet in wooden clogs, and a faint light flowed on his smooth nails.
The light golden twilight filled the air, overlapping with the shadows of the trees and falling on him, making his shadow hazy.
When the wind blows, the branches and leaves sway.
The eyes in the shadows appear and disappear from time to time, like a pool of rippling autumn water, sparkling with light.
The beautiful husband is indeed stunning, with a heavenly appearance, attractive...
For some reason, Si Niang's words, "This way of getting along between husband and wife is too respectful to each other, which always lacks some fun," suddenly rushed back and forth in my mind, like a wild horse running wildly.
Ye Jindian suddenly didn't dare to look him in the eyes.
She nodded hurriedly and ran to the kitchen: "Yeah, back."
Zhang Min: “???”
There's something wrong with my wife.
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