Chapter 2 Zhang Min: I didn’t want to, but she called me husband. …
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Unwelcome? Newlywed husband?
Ye Jindian looked at Wan Niang in surprise: "Mother, are you finally going down the path of forcing marriage?"
Otherwise, she couldn't understand why she disliked the other person.
She has loved all kinds of beauties since she was a child. Just by looking at the other person's eyebrows, her patience can suddenly change to ten points, and a loud shout can become a gentle whisper.
It’s a miracle that I don’t get started, and I still don’t want to see it? ?
In an instant, she felt a surge of admiration for herself.
Three years have shaped me into what I am today. My character is so strong that I can resist such a beauty.
hiss--
Such a strange self.
Wan Niang rolled her eyes at her and said, "Just stay still and stop overthinking. It's going to make your head hurt. Wait until I bring the porridge over and I'll tell you in detail."
By the time the chicken porridge was served, Zhang Baishi had already invited the miracle doctor, and Wan Niang did not seize the opportunity to talk about what had happened in the past three years.
A trace of sweat appeared on his forehead, and beads of sweat slid down his temples. His breathing was unstable, as if he had been running away and then running back quickly.
The handsome husband has an elegant and gentle temperament, and the beads of sweat that slide down his face are like dew on pine and bamboo trees, sparkling under the sunlight pouring into the room.
Ye Jindian is becoming more and more confused about herself.
Why don't I like such a handsome husband?
She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't notice to retract her gaze and just stared at him for a long time. Zhang Baishi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his fingertips were pressed tightly on his sleeves, not daring to look up at her.
Wan Niang stared at Divine Doctor Lan's hand. When she saw her retract her fingers, she asked, "Divine Doctor Lan, what's wrong? Is the memory loss serious?"
Doctor Lan pulled out a silver needle and said, "There's nothing serious wrong with the body, just some blood stasis in the brain. I need a few acupuncture treatments to dissipate the blood. Losing memory after a head injury is normal, so don't worry too much. You'll eventually recover in a month or two, or a year or two."
Only after hearing these words from the miracle doctor did Wan Niang feel relieved.
After receiving acupuncture, drinking a bowl of sweet porridge and a bowl of bitter medicine, Ye Jindian could not resist the drowsiness induced by the medicine and fell into a deep sleep.
Wan Niang tiptoed out of the inner room and sat down on the front porch, selecting cloves and patchouli for her lip balm. She waved to Zhang Baishi, who had just returned from seeing off Doctor Lan. "Bai Shi, come here."
"Aunt Wan." Zhang Baishi moved and walked in front of Wan Niang, bowing his waist and lowering his hands. "I will leave after the blood clot in Tiantian's brain is cleared and will not bother her anymore."
He knew that he had a bad reputation and was not a good person.
Wan Niang looked at him in surprise: "Tian Tian was in a coma for four days and three nights, and you took care of her without taking off your clothes. Are you willing to leave like this?"
Zhang Baishi's expression was gloomy, and he laughed at himself: "What can I do if I'm unwilling? She hates me."
In fact, I hated him so much that I wanted to kill him with my own hands.
"Sit down and help me pick out the spices." Wan Niang raised her chin and leaned towards the little girl opposite her to pick off the rotten clove leaves. "I have something to discuss with you."
Zhang Baishi lifted his robe and sat down with his horse and golden sword. "I wonder what Aunt Wan wants? Do you need my help?"
Wan Niang looked at his delicate, scholarly face, which made one feel pity for him, and said, "Tiantian's grandmother is seriously ill. I have to go back to Jiangnan. It will take at least half a year, maybe even a year or two. She hasn't recovered yet and can't come with me. I'm worried about leaving her with others."
Zhang Baishi paused and plucked off the rotten leaves: "I can find someone..."
He would ask his friends in the court for help and take good care of her.
When her condition improves, she can be asked by officials from the Jiangnan Foreign Affairs Office to help escort her.
"No." Wan Niang pressed his wrist with a whole patchouli plant. When he looked up, she looked him in the eye and said, "I've already told her that you two are newlyweds, but she doesn't like you."
Zhang Baishi was anxious: "How can I tell her about this? If it hinders her recovery, wouldn't it be..." his fault.
No wonder she had been staring at him with such a strange and unpredictable look in her eyes.
Wan Niang interrupted him again, "I only said you were Zhang Baishi, not Zhang Min, the Right Prime Minister, also known as Zhang Zimei (father's courtesy name)." She withdrew the patchouli from her hand and put it in another basket. "Why, you've exchanged marriage certificates and arranged the wedding, and in less than ten days, you're already thinking of getting a divorce?"
The gaze she raised was as sharp as a wind blade from a border town, capable of cutting someone's face.
"I……"
Seeing him speechless and embarrassed, Wan Niang relaxed her tone and patted his hand: "You and Tiantian are both good children. You grew up together as childhood sweethearts. Even if you have been apart for a few years, you should not become enemies."
Zhang Baishi, no, now he should be called Zhang Min.
Zhang Min actually hoped that even if the two of them could not become husband and wife, they would not oppose each other like enemies.
But things don't always go as planned.
"If you are in trouble, I will find a maid to serve Tiantian. When she is well again, she can come to Jiangnan to find me."
Zhang Min couldn't make a decision.
He was not confident in having outsiders look after Ye Jindian.
While I was hesitating, three or five days passed in a flash.
Wan Niang had already told Ye Jindian about this matter and left her a letter that looked more like a book than a letter.
It contains dense records of Wan Niang's connections in the capital, including each person's situation, how their relationships can help, and what to be wary of when dealing with each other.
Ye Jindian glanced through it and came to the conclusion: except for the two ladies and the beautiful husband, the rest were people who were exchanging interests and were not very trustworthy.
After she saw her mother off, she locked herself in a box.
——Since the beautiful husband can be trusted, why bother others?
But Wan Niang was not at home and there was no servant at home, so Zhang Min could no longer use the excuse of going out for something to avoid her.
It was almost noon, the stove was still cold, and the water tank was empty, so he picked up the bucket and carried the water on his shoulder and went out.
Before leaving, he hesitated for a while, not knowing whether he should say anything.
Ye Jindian, who had opened the window to get some fresh air, saw him standing there in a daze and asked, "Are you going to fetch water, my husband?"
Husband, husband?
An intimate name came towards him, making Zhang Min dizzy and floating.
He tried hard to suppress the corners of his lips and replied to her calmly, "Well, I was just about to go to the well to fetch water and passed by a restaurant. I wanted to buy some food and have a quick meal. Is that okay?"
Ye Jindian thought that it was indeed too late to cook. Her husband looked so weak and gentle, he didn't look like someone who could starve.
Then he nodded: "Yeah, okay."
Zhang Min never thought that in his lifetime, the other party would still be able to have such a normal conversation with him instead of looking at him coldly.
“Dongdong——”
His heart suddenly beat faster, and a somewhat despicable but natural thought took shape in his mind: Since Aunt Wan entrusted Tiantian to his care, could he just pretend that what happened before never happened?
When she is well again and no longer has a headache due to the stimulation, he will reveal his identity and let her do whatever she wants.
Once the idea arises, it becomes clearer and clearer in my mind.
He suddenly didn't dare to look into her eyes, and fled from the house with the bucket in his hand.
After Ye Jindian responded, she curled up on the bamboo couch for a nap. She didn't pay attention to his movements and even almost fell asleep.
only--
Not long after, the neighbor next door came back with Zhang Min, who was wet and pale, saying that he fell on the way and even spilled all his food.
Ye Jindian quickly thanked her neighbor and took the limping Zhang Min.
Seeing the other person's embarrassment, she felt a little regretful.
When she was a child, she heard the military generals at the border say that most scholars are weak, and she shouldn't have let him fetch water!
Seeing her handsome husband in a low mood, with a blush of grievance and frustration in the corners of his eyes, as if a few clear little pearls could fall at any time, she was even more at a loss.
Hiss, how can I comfort this?
Ye Jindian felt a little melancholy.
Zhang Min hung his head in frustration.
It was all that damn assassin's fault. He didn't show up earlier or later, but had to show up at this critical moment, delaying their meal.
He's going to dig him out tonight and crush his head!
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