Chapter 17: Did she stew the venison and make him misunderstand? She stewed the venison...
Sometimes Zhang Min really wanted to ask the secret guard where she had been all day and who she had met.
But the search for work happened in public, so it was understandable that the secret guards kept watching him. However, if they asked about other matters one by one, it would inevitably be too offensive.
He was afraid that his wife would find out and blame him for being too nosy.
After standing alone in the wind for a while, Zhang Min obediently ran to help wash vegetables and light the fire.
Ye Jindian had a book of erotic pictures on her body, and she felt uncomfortable all over, as if a hole had opened in her chest, and all the unspeakable thoughts inside were laid out, as if others could understand everything with just one look.
She unconsciously turned sideways to face Zhang Min, covering the non-existent hole, but she was wondering in her heart, would Si Niang's suggestion of a direct kiss scare him?
Zhang Min: “…”
He took the tongs and pushed and poked the firewood into the stove.
"Beep--"
The hollow branches burst open due to the heat, emitting an orange-red spark.
The sparks fell at his feet and he crushed them with his foot.
"My dear," he asked, unable to hold back, "where were you today? Why... did you hide from me when you came back?" He resorted to his most despised fox tactics, hugging his knees and looking up at her pitifully. "I've done something wrong recently. Are you angry?"
The sound squeezed out of his throat was flat and light, with a hint of unspeakable loss.
Ye Jindian suddenly felt that the whole world owed her handsome husband.
"Nothing's wrong." She covered the casserole with the mutton tightly, wiped the wetness from her hands on her apron, and sat down on the small bench next to him. "I just feel that my health has improved a lot. Staying at home reading books all day is not the right thing to do. I want to go out and find something to do."
Zhang Min looked at the intertwined hems of their clothes, his drooping eyelashes fluttering, his gaze drifting to the casserole, then back to the stove:
"My lady, if you want to go, go ahead. But is there anything that is difficult for you?"
He pulled the hem of his skirt towards his wife and covered it tightly with thin powder with plain white.
Looking at the tightly bundled hem of clothes, his mood finally improved a little, and the gloom over his head dissipated a little.
In the past few days, he kept thinking about the scene when their noses touched lightly and their breaths intertwined. The more he thought about it, the more lost he became, and the deeper his thoughts became. He even dared not look at his wife, fearing that she would discover the turbid thoughts in her eyes.
He felt that he had become greedy.
When his wife was injured, he thought, as long as she was alive, everything would be fine. When she lost her memory and was not very familiar with calling him "husband", he thought, I will be satisfied if I stay with her until the injection is finished. When he received her care, he began to wonder, if he were not the right prime minister, could he win his wife's favor...
Later on, he could no longer remember how he had gradually become so greedy and dissatisfied with the status quo.
"It's not that difficult." Ye Jindian lifted her cheek and rested her elbows on her knees. "It's just that I can't convince the boss for the time being. I need an opportunity."
She still has this little bit of patience.
Zhang Min blinked back to his senses, turned the pliers in his hand, glanced at her sideways, and then reluctantly looked away: "My lady, your wish will come true."
Forging weapons was no problem for her, so how could the work of forging iron in a small blacksmith shop be difficult for her?
"Of course!" Ye Jindian is quite confident in what he is good at and is not discouraged by temporary setbacks.
She was a little worried about whether Zhang Min could adapt to the new job: "Is your teaching going well recently, husband?"
"Hmm..." Zhang Min thought of his subordinates who had been sitting restlessly for an hour and felt a headache. "Not bad."
Ye Jindian sensed a hint of melancholy in her voice and asked, "But did they give you a hard time?"
"No." Zhang Min shook his head and comforted her, "They are all very kind."
"Then why is my husband worried?"
"They're not good at studying. They start moving around before they can sit for half an hour. They'd rather do horse stance as punishment than sit still..."
Ye Jindian: “…”
That's also very temperamental.
Zhang Min picked out some trivial matters and regarded his subordinates' embarrassing moments in studying as the troubles of being a teacher. He complained to her in a low voice, trying to make his tone as light as possible to make her laugh.
Apart from the fact that he doesn't care about the lives of his subordinates, it's quite interesting.
The two chatted about family matters in front of the fire, talking about everything, even talking about the books they had read recently.
She covered up the "X Gong Ji" she was reading and said that she was reading a collection of Ci poems recently; he did not say that he was reading "Zi Shui Jing Zhu", but took out a collection of poems to appreciate with her.
Both sides naturally felt that the other party must prefer poetry, lyrics and prose.
The sour poems gurgled out, giving the secret guard on the roof a headache and hating himself for being on duty at this time.
After dinner, when everyone had washed up and rested, Zhang Min suddenly remembered that his wife seemed to have not yet explained why she was avoiding him again...
A certain prime minister gritted his teeth, unwilling to disturb his wife's sleep, so he had to give up for the time being and climb over the wall to escape.
Fufeng sent a letter saying that they had met up with the Shi family army and that they would be able to bring the remaining troops into the capital in due time. However, before that, the other side would send people to spy on them, so they needed to be cautious.
Therefore, they had to leave the city that night and make arrangements in advance in the suburbs.
*
Ye Jindian lay in bed for a while. Listening to the silence in the courtyard, she quietly got up and opened the window to look into the next room.
The night was cold and dewy, and the courtyard was shrouded in fog.
The moonlight fell on the dark woods, and when the pale silver light faded, it looked like a blurred ink painting.
He stuck his head out without any intention of admiring the scenery. Seeing that there was no light coming from the room, he felt relieved immediately, closed the window and lit the oil lamp.
Afraid that the light would disperse, she slipped to the window next door, took off the thin bamboo lampshade of the floor-standing bamboo lamp, covered the oil lamp with it, then took out the book given by Wang Si Niang and began to read it by candlelight.
The erotic pictures in this book are indeed not as uninhibited as what Wang Si Niang described, and the movements seem much more restrained and gentle.
that is--
The two of them were quite free to choose the place where they made love, such as the mountain hut, the hexagonal pavilion in the backyard, the cracks in the rockery, the windowsill...
There is not a single picture of the inner room in the book.
Ye Jindian covered her eyes and peeked through her fingers for a long time before slowly letting go.
The erotic album wasn't very thick, so she quickly flipped through it, carefully reading the small words next to it and the movements of the two people, and was amazed.
So this is the joy of the boudoir, the love between fish and water...
After reading it, she went to bed.
No tossing and turning, but I had a dream.
In the dream, there was a mountain planted with peaches and apricots. The whole mountain was covered with beautiful clouds, stretching out in a stretch of pink and white.
When the wind blew, the petals fell like star rain, with some strange spots of light. When they landed on the ground, they turned into two little children dressed in pink and white.
Two little children held hands, the boy on the left and the girl on the right, and walked towards the mountains, stepping on peach and apricot trees.
The hem of her dress swept across the flying petals, and as it rose and fell, it had already moved ten miles away and landed in the mountain stream.
The child also grows into a teenager.
The two of them stepped barefoot in the water and stomped their feet.
The clear mountain spring splashed, causing the two people to cross their hands to cover their smiling eyes. The laughter broke through the piled peach and apricot trees and went straight into the sky.
The water droplets flew onto the boy's apricot-white cheeks and fell along his jawbone.
"despair--"
A small patch of dark color spread across the land.
The laughter has been absorbed and melted away by the peach and apricot blossoms, leaving only rapid breathing.
Looking forward along the end of the hair hanging beside the dark earth, you can see a hand with pink fingertips, placed weakly to the side. Through the gaps between the fingers, you can see a pair of half-closed eyes covered with mist.
I don’t know if it was sweat or tears, but it fell on her dense eyelashes, trembling with her.
The boy has become a young man.
The five fingers of the woman hanging softly by the side of her hair were stretched out, and another five fingers squeezed in through the gap, firmly holding her palm and pressing it on the stacked peach and apricot petals.
The slender neck was raised up and was grabbed by a pair of bright red lips.
Beads of sweat dripped down, spreading a wider dark circle.
The silk robe and the red thread were tangled together, trapping the two people and binding them tightly, making it impossible to separate them.
The woman twitched her flushed toes and dropped the red rope onto the man's broad, white back. "When...will you take a break?"
The man buried his face in the other's sweaty black hair, revealing only a red ear and half of his neck with hidden blue veins.
Behind the earlobe, a drop of sweat slowly slid down the veins that were as continuous as green mountains.
Next to them, a small stream covered with green grass appeared in a gap, and the stream flowed gently with ripples on the water.
There is a small waterfall not far away, with a gentle sound, slowly sending the water from high above.
Suddenly, I don’t know if it was because the floodgates upstream were opened or something happened, the water suddenly surged, and with a "splash", it rushed down like falling from the sky, as fierce as a dragon, and crashed into the stream.
There was thick fog at the bottom of the waterfall, and dense water droplets covered the lush vegetation.
The rushing water instantly flooded over both banks, soaking the grass roots and dry soil, and flowed over their heads.
One breath, two breaths.
The woman's relaxed fingers suddenly clenched, her nails digging deep into the man's flesh. "You!"
"We're done resting." The man chuckled, stretched out his hand across her waist and pressed her into his arms.
The two of them stood up and sat cross-legged, finally revealing their true appearance from among the slanting peach branches and apricot blossoms.
Ye Jindian woke up in shock.
She was like a thirsty fish, opening her mouth wide and trying desperately to breathe.
Sweat soaked through my inner clothes and even wet the roots of my hair.
She paused for a moment, put on her foot clothes, and went to wash in her clogs.
When she was putting on makeup, the red marks at the corners of the eyes of the person in the mirror were still sticky and wet.
Ye Jindian lay on the dressing table and pounded the edge of the table with her fists.
Oh my god, why did she dream that she and her husband were running wild in the mountains and making love without restraint?
She went to wring out the handkerchief and wash her face again.
"I must have looked at the spring painting before going to sleep." She murmured to herself, comforting herself, "Besides, he is my husband who I have officially signed the marriage certificate with. Even if I dreamed about him, so, so what!"
After she finished talking to herself, the heat on her face finally subsided a little. She walked to the door, carefully opened it a crack, stuck half of her head out, and peeked into the next room.
Good, the door is closed.
She opened the door with confidence, closed it without looking back, stared at the door, and tiptoed in the opposite direction.
After taking two steps, I bumped into a warm chest with a slightly cold coat.
Ye Jindian turned her head stiffly and saw a plain white collar that was similar to the one in her dream, but made of a different fabric.
On the collar seam, someone had ingeniously embroidered a pale white apricot blossom with pink stamens using dark thread.
She held her breath suddenly, little by little, and raised her head to meet a pair of bright black pupils.
"Madam, are you looking for me?" Zhang Min looked at her with a smile.
Ye Jindian broke out in a cold sweat on her back, like a person caught by the rightful owner. She managed to maintain a smile with difficulty: "Why is my husband here?"
She thought he wasn't awake!
Because she had just gotten up and washed, her fingers, still damp and pink, slowly climbed up her face and covered her eyes.
——She is too embarrassed to see anyone now.
Zhang Min stared at her red neck, his eyes moved, his Adam's apple rolled, his gaze shifted, and a little bit of infection embellished his ears.
He reached out and scratched the back of his hot earlobe, pretending nothing had happened, and deliberately asked, "What's wrong, my lady?"
"It's okay." Ye Jindian looked at the road through his fingers, raised his foot a little to the side, moved straight over, and wanted to run.
Zhang Min took a step forward and stood in front of her: "Madam, are you going to hide from me again?"
In the narrow gap between fingers, some people's eyes were almost squeezed from full moon to crescent moon, squeezing out all the water inside.
Ye Jindian: “…”
I feel a little soft-hearted.
She lowered her hand that was covering her face and coughed softly, "I'm not hiding from you. I just slept poorly and there are marks on my face that don't look good."
She turned her face to the side, revealing the wrinkles running across her cheek.
Thank God and thank her ancestors for giving her a smart brain that saved her precarious reputation.
Zhang Min: “…”
My wife lied to him.
If she cared about this, why would she have gone out to fetch water a few days ago despite these marks?
"Yeah?"
Zhang Min felt a surge of sourness in his heart.
"My wife has something on her mind, and she doesn't want to tell him."
These two sentences kept surging and fluttering in his heart.
He watched Ye Jindian walk around him and disappear without a trace, without even looking back at him.
Wall.
Xie Zhaoming gently fanned himself and sighed, "Oh my, look at how distraught our Prime Minister is. It's truly pitiful to see him like this."
"Get out." Zhang Min threw the silver on his body at him without even turning his head.
Li Wuji reached out to intercept it and stuffed it into his arms: "Your Excellency is very generous. I gladly accept it."
Zhang Min turned around with a look of horror, looking at the three ghosts lingering on the wall. A vein popped in his forehead. "Xie Zhaoming, aren't you going to tour the prefectures with that Du Junze? Gongsun Zhaoye, if you don't go to the academy, don't you also have to go to military training? And you, Li Wuji, you are guarding the capital with the left and right military marquises. With such important responsibilities, how can you have so much free time to mess around?"
Xie Zhaoming fanned himself slowly, "Inspecting and recruiting surrenders is the responsibility of the Left Prime Minister and the civil officials like us. The generals under the Right Prime Minister only need to protect us for a while. Your Excellency, why should you worry about this and only grow old?"
Zhang Min felt a sore tooth.
What I hate most is the way civil servants smile on the surface but act sinisterly behind the scenes, and even the polite words they say are full of sarcasm and hidden meanings.
He sneered, "Don't worry. Among us, you and Du Junze are the oldest. You are not afraid of getting gray hair, but it's still early for us."
Apart from Gongsun Shuo, he is the youngest, so why should he be so anxious?
"A young man has white hair. What does this have to do with age?" Xie Zhaoming tightened his grip on the fan and looked at him with a smile. "Your Excellency's overthinking is the problem."
As soon as they met, they started arguing and bickering, which was very lively.
Zhang Min felt a headache when he saw their ostentatious behavior, so he asked them to go to the next room to talk so as not to arouse suspicion.
In a small market town, if there is something eye-catching or noisy, it will be known to everyone in less than half a day.
The three of them did not come to see him today, but just to deliver a letter for His Majesty. They came to see the excitement and chatted for a while before leaving.
*
The other side.
Ye Jindian picked up the vegetable basket hanging outside the kitchen and ran, her steps flying, to the bank of the Zishui River.
She looked back and saw that her handsome husband had not caught up with her. She breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against an apricot tree by the river to rest her legs.
She was scared to death.
I thought I couldn't hide it.
The thin sun brings clear skies, but the spring breeze brings morning fog.
The surface of the Zishui River became clear, revealing its true appearance. Through the weeping willows and the sound of oars, one could vaguely see the shops on the other side of the river.
Ye Jindian stared at the bookstore in a daze.
In fact, she now has complicated feelings towards her handsome husband.
Talking about love or not is a false and ambiguous thing. After all, from her perspective, they have only known each other for a few days.
But I do feel a little bit of heartache and a little bit of superficial liking for her because of her beauty.
Therefore, when meeting his pair of bright black eyes that showed deep affection and genuineness, Ye Jindian always felt uneasy as if she had gotten a great bargain for no reason.
Who made her be seduced by beauty now?
"It's useless to overthink." She shook her wandering head and tapped it gently. "If you have this free time, why not buy some meat and take it back to nourish your husband."
Coincidentally, a hunter came to the city.
The other party seemed very anxious to exchange the meat for money, so he lowered the price very low, causing a crowd to scramble for it.
Ye Jindian also grabbed a piece of leg meat.
She returned home satisfied, hung up the meat, and then ran to the blacksmith shop to ask for a job, but the owner still refused.
The other party heard a few words from her last time, but this time he simply swung the hammer so loudly that even if she screamed at the top of her lungs, the boss wouldn't be able to hear her.
Ye Jindian: “…”
If you think that this will make her give up, you are wrong.
She continued to call out, "My name is Ye Jindian. At the age of six, I followed the blacksmith to cast iron molds. At the age of seven, I was grinding iron. At the age of eight, I was forging iron. At the age of nine, I forged my first knife. At the age of ten, I had forged all twelve kinds of weapons, including farm tools, swords, spears, and halberds. At the age of eleven, I joined the camp. At the age of twelve, I started forging weapons for the border troops. I worked there for three years."
After she finished shouting, regardless of how many people were watching nearby, she bowed to her boss, ran to the shade at the back of the house, took out her copy of "X Gong Ji" and continued reading.
These books are the life's work of some old craftsmen.
When she was young, she was afraid of bothering others, so she often wrote down notes to ask for advice, and she had several boxes of notes piled up. These books are probably the culmination of her work in recent years, and traces of her previous notes are everywhere.
The boss took a break and saw her figure from the window, frowning.
This young lady has a stubborn temper.
But there was no point in being stubborn, as blacksmith's work was not something her weak arms and legs could do.
Ye Jindian left only after seeing the sun set in the west.
That night, Zhang Min looked at the venison soup on the table and paused with his chopsticks.
Ye Jindian filled a large bowl for him and pushed it in front of him: "This is the deer leg I finally managed to snatch. Come and try it and see if it tastes good!"
There is also some deer blood in it, which is guaranteed to be very nutritious!
"good."
Hearing that it was something his wife had fought hard to get, Zhang Min couldn't bear to refuse her kindness, so he lowered his head and ate it.
Seeing that he had finished eating, Ye Jindian took the bowl away.
Zhang Min quickly reached out: "Madam, I don't need to..." eat so much.
"You work hard as a teacher, and you have to use your brain all the time, so it's inevitable that you have to think too much." Ye Jindian knew that he was very strong-willed, so she didn't point it out and found a perfect excuse for him, "You need to make up for it more."
She pushed the soup over with a smile and looked at him expectantly.
"I've been stewing it for a long time, you should eat more."
Zhang Min suddenly wanted to look in the mirror to see if he really had gray hair and was starting to look older.
Can't stop.
He is a young man in his twenties.
After finishing the second bowl, the third bowl is ready.
Zhang Min: “…”
My wife is happy, so let her be happy.
But he didn't expect that this thing could make him so irritable that even after taking a cold shower he still felt worse and he tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
He simply stood up and went to the next room to practice boxing and shooting.
Luo Ying, who was on duty at night, sat on the steps. He and his two subordinates, who were on duty at the same time, propped up their chins and moved their heads in unison, watching their vigorous prime minister move around for a full half hour.
"Prime Minister," he couldn't help but say, "why don't you take a rest?"
It would be nice to drink some water.
Zhang Min used a move called "Dragon Swinging Tail", and the wind from his gun swept across the short trees nearby, directly cutting off a layer of leaves.
Luo Ying: “…”
Good job, it saves the servants from trimming the hair.
After the move was completed, Zhang Min casually threw the weapon back onto the weapon rack, took the bucket of water handed to him by his subordinates, and drank it all.
Without a moment's rest, he picked up a random stick and started dancing again.
If the secret guard hadn't chirped to remind him that Ye Jindian had gotten up and left the room, Luo Ying estimated that he would have continued to toss and turn until dawn.
The incident happened suddenly, and Zhang Min was so busy climbing over the wall to get back that he forgot about the stick in his hand.
Just as he was about to throw it over the wall, he heard Ye Jindian's footsteps coming towards him.
The height was too eye-catching, so he had no choice but to hide in the bushes and face his wife.
"Husband?" Ye Jindian gathered her coat and looked at the neatly dressed Zhang Min in surprise. "You...didn't sleep?"
It's already past three o'clock in the morning, why isn't he sleeping?
Ye Jindian glanced around and caught a glimpse of a small piece of stick hidden in the grass, then her eyes fell on his sweaty hair and embarrassed and hesitant expression.
He played with a stick late at night, making no sound but sweating all over.
My husband wouldn't—
He mistakenly thought that she stewed venison because she despised him and was doing some exercise in secret.
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