Chapter 23: The Ultimate Level of Jealousy: I am jealous of myself, the ultimate level of jealousy...
The water waves are gilded and whisper.
Zhang Min didn't dare turn around to look at her, his heart echoing like the sound of running water.
It's cold and messy.
He couldn't help but wonder what her selfish motives were. Could it be... related to him?
Ye Jindian was very puzzled to see that he always looked like he was afraid of provoking her, as if she would run away in a fit of anger and never see him again.
Has her temper become so bad in the past three years?
"You don't want to listen?"
She jumped off the rock and decided to go to the somewhat stiff mountain. She reached out and poked his shoulder, intending to speak frankly.
Zhang Min then turned to look at her: "No, I don't want to listen."
I was just looking forward to it and afraid at the same time, so I felt a little hesitant and nervous. I wanted to listen, but I didn't dare to listen.
With her bright black eyes drooping, the surrounding scenery in her pupils only had a vague outline, and only she was particularly clear and distinct.
Ye Jindian wanted to tease him by saying "If there's nothing you want to hear, forget it", but she swallowed it back into her stomach along with the fruit, and was only half full.
She secretly sighed that beauty can mislead people.
"I also want to know about my husband's past. So, it's not just your selfish desire, it's the selfish desire of both of us."
My wife’s selfishness is really related to him!
Zhang Minwu's gloomy eyes suddenly became bright, and the corners of his drooping mouth couldn't help but turn up.
Ye Jindian was infected by his smile and also raised her eyebrows: "Are you happy?"
"Um."
Zhang Min didn't dare to say more, for fear that he would not be able to hide the smile in his words and appear foolish.
Ye Jindian glanced at the setting sun and asked, "Then should we walk back slowly?"
If you leave now, you’ll still have time to make soup when you get home.
She secretly went to various medicine shops to buy different medicinal materials, but it took a lot of effort and she still hasn't stewed them once.
Zhang Min thinks they are all good.
*
Blacksmith shop.
The host looked towards the setting golden crow in the west, his eyes dancing with sparks as he swept across the shadow of the trees behind the house where there was no human figure.
The master beside him dipped the iron in water and looked over: "Isn't the girl here?"
"Isn't this expected?" He picked up the ladle floating in the water tank in the corner, scooped up a ladle of water, and filled his stomach.
After being rejected again and again, it's time for her to give up.
*
Around 3 p.m., Ye Jindian returned home and began to soak the medicinal herbs.
She was afraid that Zhang Min would think she was sick, so she took the initiative to explain: "This is for making medicinal soup. You are working hard teaching outside, so I made it to nourish you."
Zhang Min frowned: "My lady, don't worry about this. You have just recovered from a serious illness, so you should stew it for yourself."
"I haven't found a job yet. I sit and read books every day. I don't need to drink these." Ye Jindian took the bones off, washed them, chopped them up, blanched them in hot water, and then put them in the casserole to cook with the medicine.
After cooking the soup for an hour, only two bowls of rich soup were served.
After Zhang Min finished drinking, he couldn't fall asleep even at Yinshi, so he had to run to the cellar next door to have a few fights with his subordinates, and knocked down all of them.
Luo Ying lay on the ground, clutching his waist, feeling somewhat miserable. Why was he on duty from the fourth to the sixth watch again?
"My Lord, did you sleep in the Prime Minister's residence during the day?" This energy was truly frightening. "It's the middle of the night, why are you still awake?"
If you don't want to sleep, then don't sleep. What's the point of training them?
Zhang Min looked at their wailing faces and the corners of his mouth twitched. Although he knew that they were all talk and no action, he still showed mercy and let them go out to stand guard.
He rested for a while, caught his breath, drank some water, took a bucket and filled the jar, then poured the water over him from head to toe.
The cold water instantly soaked his thin shirt, sticking tightly to his body and outlining his muscular figure with distinct curves.
The shape below the waist is even more abrupt and abnormal.
One bucket of water was not enough, so Zhang Min poured another bucket, and another bucket...
However, even after the water tank was empty, the evil fire could not be extinguished, which made his sleep extremely torturous. He got up before the rooster crowed, left a note in the main hall, and ran back to the prime minister's residence to handle official business.
When Ye Jindian got up, she didn't notice that she had steamed too many buns, so she simply rolled them up with lotus leaves and took them away to make do with her lunch.
When he went out, he met Luoying and others who were yawning and stretching their shoulders.
Seeing that their movements were still a little stiff, Ye Jindian casually asked, "Are your injuries okay? Is the medicine still working?"
Luo Ying's droopy brows brightened up the moment he saw the figure: "We are fine, just some minor injuries. The medicine is very good. Thank you, sister-in-law."
Zhang Min is their teacher and is of similar age to them, so it is quite normal for him to call her "sister-in-law".
Ye Jindian didn't care too much. She nodded at them, said "That's good" and went to the blacksmith shop.
The blacksmith shop has just removed the door panels.
Ye Jindian finally seized the opportunity and recounted his past "achievements" as a blacksmith in front of his boss from beginning to end.
There was some surprise in the Dong family's eyes.
But soon, his expression calmed down. He moved the door panel without any fluctuation and put it in the corner, as if he didn't hear her at all.
Ye Jindian has also gotten used to it.
She looked at the familiar utensils in the shop and the star-like flames jumping up in the stove. Her hands itched and she wanted to swing a hammer.
After scanning the shop twice with a rather greedy look, Ye Jindian clutched her small cloth bag tightly and ran to the tree behind the shop to sit and read a book as usual.
It wasn't until noon that she felt vaguely that she seemed to have forgotten something important. It was not until she took out the cold steamed buns and took a few bites that she remembered that she had forgotten to bring water!
She reluctantly exchanged three copper coins for the drink.
My husband's tonic medicine is a little expensive, and since he has to eat meat or eggs with every meal, we are running out of money.
She held her cheek and wondered whether she should do some odd jobs to help out.
However, she was unfamiliar with women's work, her laundry work was sloppy, and she knew nothing about dressing and grooming, so no one hired her.
She found another way to work as a waiter.
These days, everything is going on and there is not much work to do, so one person attracts dozens of people to fight for him.
Ye Jindian was thin and didn't look fierce enough. The shop owner was afraid that she couldn't control the situation, so he didn't keep her.
After running for a few days, she felt a little tired.
When she was going home, she was busy thinking about other ways to make a living. She bumped into the red curtain and suddenly appeared in front of the big-eyed scholar. The other party was frightened so much that he shuddered, the door was not closed properly, and the book in his arms fell to the ground.
This time there are only two booklets. One has a straightforward and eye-catching title, called "Ninety-nine Strategies to Capture Scholars", and the other is a little more subtle, called "Missed Spring", and it is impossible to tell what it is about.
Ye Jindian suddenly understood Zhang Min's actions that day.
When the big-eyed scholar saw her looking down at the book carefully, his face flushed, and he hurriedly picked up the book and ran away.
She looked at the other person's back and sighed, "This person is so cute and thin-skinned."
This is also like her husband.
Afterwards——
When she turned around, she saw her husband standing not far away. She didn't know how long he had been standing there, his eyes deep and distant.
However, he was standing in the shadows, so Ye Jindian couldn't see him clearly. She only saw him standing there like a graceful orchid and a jade tree, so she trotted towards him: "Husband, why are you here?"
Zhang Min held his breath in his heart and almost choked himself, making it difficult for him to breathe.
"It's foggy and dark right now, and I'm worried it might rain. Seeing you didn't take your umbrella, I decided to check on you along the way."
He lowered his head, looked at the smile on her lips that had not yet faded, and turned his face away, "Let's go back quickly."
It's not suitable to stay in this unlucky place.
Ye Jindian agreed and thought to herself, her husband is so considerate and has such a good appearance. Even if he is of little use in the boudoir, just spending time with him on a daily basis or just glancing at him occasionally can make her feel good.
As she thought about it, her smile became brighter.
What a treasure!
Feeling the excitement of the people around him, Zhang Min felt more and more sour, his facial features almost wrinkled like pickled plums, and curled up into a ball.
Ye Jindian didn't look up, completely unaware.
As usual, she left the task of picking and washing vegetables to Zhang Min, and she took out the nourishing soup ingredients and continued to stew the soup.
For some reason, Zhang Min tasted a sour taste in the soup, and it was not as delicious as last time.
Seeing him drooping his eyelids and not saying anything, Ye Jindian asked him, "What's wrong? Is it not to your liking?"
"No, the soup my wife made is very good." Zhang Min raised his eyes, his pupils clear and sincere, "It's just that my wife doesn't drink it, so I drink it alone..."
As for the rest, it is better to say nothing.
He sipped from his bowl of soup and looked at her intently.
Ye Jindian was so dazed by lust that she blurted out, "Then next time, let's make something that both of us can drink, okay?"
A smile appeared in Zhang Min's eyes and he nodded repeatedly.
After dinner, he went to wash the dishes.
The secret guard made a long bird call, alerting the visible guard that someone was looking for him and wondered if it would be convenient for him to come.
Ye Jindian was still awake at the moment, and there was no telling whether she would come to look for him. Naturally, he couldn't turn over, so he had to ask someone to turn her over.
Luoying heard the birds singing, and with Fufeng's letter in her pocket, she rolled in through the back window of their prime minister's bedroom as if she knew the way, closed the window, landed on the ground and half-knelt, looking around.
Zhang Min sat in the armchair, legs crossed, leaning to one side, looking at him with a puzzled expression: "Did you drink water to your head tonight?"
The secret guard called him over and brought him into his house. Why was he on guard?
Luo Ying clenched his fist and cleared his throat, "I'm used to it."
He took out the letter from his pocket and handed it to Zhang Min.
Zhang Min opened the letter and saw that it said that since the Shi family army returned from their last visit to Shengjing, he had gained the other party's trust and persuaded them to come to the capital, asking them to be prepared to catch the turtle in the jar.
"good!"
That's great.
Luo Ying understood him: "Fu Feng succeeded, and brought people here?"
"Yes." Zhang Min put the letter on the candle and burned it clean. His mind had already started to make arrangements, and he reminded him to pay attention to military training and pack up military supplies.
After listening to this, Luo Ying reminded him: "Prime Minister, your soup is cold, don't forget to drink it."
Zhang Min would never forget that this was the soup his wife specially made for him!
He was thirsty, so he took a sip, but after drinking it, he felt a little blocked in his chest and it wasn't very smooth.
Luo Ying: "...Prime Minister, what are you doing?"
Zhang Min suddenly slammed his hand on the table, causing the cups and bowls on the table to bounce. "I don't understand. What's so good about a weak scholar? He can't carry anything on his shoulders or lift anything with his hands. I really don't understand why my wife likes scholars!"
Luo Ying subconsciously straightened her back, stood solemnly, and asked cautiously, "This weak scholar that the Prime Minister mentioned...should, it seems, be you?"
I hope my sister-in-law hasn't taken a fancy to any other scholars recently.
Zhang Min's eyes widened, and his glare swept over him like a knife scraping at bones. He said fiercely, as if it was a matter of course, "What else? My lady has such a handsome and elegant husband like me, how could she fall for other ugly people?"
What good could those still-growing little brats do? They couldn't protect her, and they couldn't possibly combine beauty, talent, and gentleness and consideration. Especially that big-eyed, pale-faced scholar, with a skinny body like a chicken. What good could he be? He couldn't even carry water!
Luo Ying: “…”
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