Chapter 24 Kiss him and he's stunned
The night is silent, and the lights are flickering.
The moon came in through the window, casting a hazy, pale white light, like water floating on the ground.
Ye Jindian was still awake. Zhang Min was afraid that she might hear something, so he suppressed his anger and gritted his teeth, like a beast growling at its throat before biting someone.
The moonlight behind him didn't give him any clues, but instead made his handsome face look even darker and darker.
Luo Ying opened and closed her mouth, wanting to speak but hesitant, wanting to say something but not daring to: The Prime Minister... does he have some misunderstanding about me?
Knock knock——
There was a light knock on the door, followed by a clear "husband" as he entered the house.
Zhang Min, who had a gloomy look on his face, suddenly relaxed his brows and looked towards the door. Even his voice became softer and extremely clear and gentle.
"Hey, my lady. I'm here. Wait a moment."
When responding, he still repeated the same tone, for fear of appearing cold and heartless.
Luo Ying's mouth twitched: "..."
Ye Jindian raised her voice and asked him, "Husband, are you free to come out for a moment? I have something to talk to you about. It will be quick."
"Okay, I'll be right there. I'll just put on some clothes." Zhang Min quickly stood up, unfastened his belt with one hand, and took off his coat. With the other hand, he pushed Luo Ying to the window. "Please wait for me, my lady. I'll be there soon."
Luo Ying: "Prime Minister, I will go by myself."
He knows what's good for him and won't stay.
Ye Jindian responded from outside: "No hurry, take your time."
Zhang Min ignored him, quietly opened the window, grabbed Luo Ying's collar and threw her out with one hand, lowering his voice and threatening fiercely: "Get out, don't come back for two hours."
Luo Ying stood up with a skillful "roll on the ground": "Xiang——"
Zhang Min slammed the window shut, sending a sharp gust of wind blowing straight towards Luoying's nose.
Putting on a wide-sleeved robe with cedar and bamboo patterns, he raised his hand to tidy up his appearance, ran quickly to the door and opened it.
He lowered his eyebrows, smiled gently, and said softly, a little shyly: "I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting for so long."
Luo Ying touched his red nose and added another word: "Master."
Okay.
This guy is really his uncle. Goodbye.
He climbed over the wall with a "gecko climb" and went to do his work.
Outside the door.
Ye Jindian looked at Zhang Min, whose long hair was loose and only half of it was tied up loosely with a hairpin, and was a little stunned.
It's not like she hasn't seen the other person like this before, but she is still amazed by this slightly lazy beauty, as if she sees apricot blossoms in the drizzle, with a hint of indescribable haziness.
"My wife?"
Zhang Min called out to the stunned person, and suddenly he had the urge to take a good look in the mirror to see what kind of appearance his wife was fascinated by.
Ye Jindian felt a little embarrassed and looked away.
"I wanted to say, it's late at night and I can't sleep, so I want to cook some noodles for a midnight snack. Do you want some? What do you want to eat?"
"Can't sleep?" Zhang Min frowned. "Madam, are you feeling unwell or are you worried?"
Ye Jindian: “…”
It was when she saw the book with the overly straightforward title "Ninety-nine Strategies to Capture the Scholar" that she accidentally connected it with what Wang Si Niang said, and her mind became a little confused.
She felt that she was now obsessed with lust and often had some rather immoral thoughts, which were very unfriendly to her husband.
She would not avoid him because of this, but she did feel a little guilty, feeling that she had desecrated a beautiful woman.
"I don't feel uncomfortable, and I don't have anything special on my mind." Ye Jindian raised her hand and touched her earlobe.
Zhang Min looked at her hands and said quietly, "But when my wife doesn't mean what she says, she always likes to pinch her ears."
He had been with her for a long time and had picked up this habit. When he felt awkward or said something incoherent, he would unconsciously scratch behind his ears to cover up something.
Ye Jindian froze, put away her hands, put them behind her back, and rubbed two fingers together: "Okay, I am a little worried, but not very serious."
Zhang Min: "Madam, can you tell me about it?"
Ye Jindian: “…”
That's probably a little difficult to say.
Zhang Min was disappointed, but then he pulled himself together: "It's okay, if my wife doesn't want to talk about it, then don't talk about it. I'll go get a bowl and cook noodles with my wife."
He turned around, went inside and brought out the bowl of soup.
For some reason, Ye Jindian always felt that the back figure revealed seven parts of resentment and three parts of grievance.
She seemed to want to say something to him as he stepped out.
Zhang Min seemed to be afraid that she would take this matter to heart, so he talked about poetry with her.
The secret guard on the eaves: "..."
Why do I always feel bad about poetry?
Banana trees, peach trees, and a few bamboo trees are planted outside the kitchen.
The flowers swayed gracefully over the windowsill, casting sparse shadows on the long table where dough was kneading, swaying in the wind.
Ye Jindian asked him, "There are so many poems praising peach blossoms in spring. I wonder which one you like best?"
Zhang Min was sitting on a bench and making a fire, with her skirt hem halfway up her arm.
He supported his forehead and looked up at her hair and hairband blowing in the wind. His fingers moved slightly, but did not move.
He thought for a moment and said, "If I had to say what I like most, it would definitely be 'Peach Blossoms Smile on a Warm Day'."
Peach blossoms should be so unrestrained and bright.
He thought so with a smile.
Ye Jindian kneaded the dough, turned around and lowered her eyes to meet his affectionate gaze.
For a moment, both of them were stunned.
Zhang Min retracted the overly obsessed look on his face, blinked away the emotion in his eyes, and changed the subject: "The water is boiling."
Ye Jindian hummed, pulled the dough into the water, and when the dough was cooked through, she took it out, added some clear soup, oil, and salt, and then put the臊子 that she had just fried on top.
"Let's eat here instead of taking it to the main room."
Seeing Zhang Min looking for a wooden tray to put the bowl on, she quickly stopped him and pulled over the long bench under the long table.
The two of them sat side by side, quietly eating noodles facing the night outside the window.
Zhang Min looked at the outstretched peach blossom branches and said, "Actually, there's another line of poetry that I also like."
Ye Jindian raised her eyes to look at him: "Hmm?"
Zhang Min clenched his chopsticks tightly. "If the spring breeze doesn't understand my feelings, why does it blow the fallen flowers here?"
Ye Jindian was stunned.
Husband, what he said...is it what she thinks?
After a long time without any response, Zhang Min lowered his eyes and continued eating noodles.
That's all.
Now this is a good thing that he could not even dream of before, so why be greedy.
He should be content, so that he can be happy forever.
There was vinegar in the sauce, which was a bit sour and made his teeth go soft.
Zhang Min clenched his teeth a little, trying to suppress the slight sour feeling.
Suddenly, a warm touch passed through his face and landed on the sore roots of his teeth. For a breath, then two breaths, his heart tightened.
Warmth away.
The taut heartstrings suddenly stretched high, echoing loudly and making my ears buzz.
He turned his head and looked at Ye Jindian in disbelief, his lips slightly parted, as if he wanted to say something.
But he couldn't say anything, fearing that it was just his illusion.
Ye Jindian met his blank, dull gaze, and her face felt slightly hot under his gaze: "Didn't you ask me what was on my mind? Now, my worries are gone."
She turned around, lowered her head and continued eating noodles.
Got it, got it?
Zhang Min thought slowly and tried to process the meaning of her words.
The thick fog in the dark pupils dissipated in an instant, and they became frighteningly bright, as if all the light was caught in the eyes. The smile was like a firefly sac, illuminating the moonlight.
He pursed his lips, but couldn't suppress a smile, which made them curl upwards. His grip on the chopsticks tightened and loosened, then lifted two drops of soup into his mouth.
The chopsticks knocked my teeth and hit my tongue.
Ye Jindian couldn't help but turned her head and chuckled.
She finished her noodles and put the bowl down: "I'll leave it to you to wash it."
Zhang Min: "Okay, okay."
After fulfilling her wish, Ye Jindian rolled around in bed with the quilt in her arms for a while and soon fell into a deep sleep.
After washing the dishes, Zhang Min touched his face and stood outside her door for a long time before returning to his room to look for the bronze mirror. He kept touching the skin that Ye Jindian had kissed and almost fell asleep while hugging the bronze mirror.
*
Prime Minister's Mansion.
Luo Ying handed him the workshop's documents and said, "The craftsman said that the crossbows that the Prime Minister wants must be obtained from the Weiwei Temple. We don't have that many weapons in the Prime Minister's Mansion."
Their prime minister's office is qualified to own bows, but not crossbows.
"Yes." Zhang Min put the document he had read aside and immediately unfolded a blank document. "I will ask His Majesty for it."
After he finished writing, he gave it to the secret guard to deliver.
There have been a lot of documents related to spring plowing recently, and Sikong's documents are nothing but requests for money, with nothing new to offer.
Zhang Min quickly finished the paperwork, and with his hands behind his back, he inspected the rooms in the prime minister's residence. Then he ran to the kitchen and asked the chef to teach him how to cook and make soup.
Today he tried making angelica black chicken soup, steamed fish, roasted lamb ribs and scrambled eggs with Chinese toon.
The empire was just beginning to settle down, and the royal family and ministers were not too extravagant. He cooked according to the appetites of several on-duty team leaders and his own.
Luo Ying and the captains: "..."
Actually, it’s not that rare to eat.
Minglu Academy was closed. Zhang Heng smelled the fragrance and stopped walking out. He turned to the back kitchen and saw Zhang Min waving a spatula. He thought he had seen a ghost.
"Brother, have you...changed your gender?"
When he was wandering around, he had never cooked. How come he did it himself after becoming a high-ranking official?
She moved closer to Zhang Min, glanced at the scrambled eggs with Chinese toon that looked okay in color, reached out to pick up the chopsticks, and reached out to the golden and fragrant food.
Zhang Min tried and failed again and again, but he kept trying, and he always had great confidence in his cooking skills, so he looked at his sister with hope: "How is it?"
Zhang Heng stuffed his mouth with scrambled eggs with Chinese toon and almost couldn't breathe, and flew up on the spot.
She resisted the urge to spit it out, chewed it quickly and swallowed it, then looked for a bowl and drank three bowls of water, then assured her brother, "It's edible."
Luoying and others: This is accurate.
Zhang Heng, who had recovered her composure, was afraid that Zhang Min would keep her for dinner, so she hurried out: "I have an appointment with the princess, so I'm leaving first."
Zhang Min: “…”
*
After hitting a wall everywhere, Ye Jindian gave up looking for a job.
She put up a sign under a tree and rented tables and chairs from people nearby. She set out her study supplies and wrote letters for them.
However, the money earned from this kind of work is not much, just a little bit of pocket money.
Some people didn't want to write letters and wanted to have a portrait of themselves, but Ye Jindian didn't know how to draw portraits, only tattoos, so she unfortunately missed this business.
In the blacksmith shop.
The blacksmith, wiping his sweat with a towel, said to his boss, "I've never seen such a stubborn young lady. Could it be that she wants to stay here and not leave until you accept her in?"
The boss had a stern face and was hammering away at the iron, making "clang clang" and "ding ding" sounds, without answering him.
Ye Jindian didn't know what was going on. Seeing that it was almost dark, she packed up her things, returned the tables and chairs, and went to the clinic.
On the way, a furtive man emerged from a narrow alley and took something out of his pocket.
Ye Jindian was alert and secretly held the inkstone tightly on her body.
Afterwards——
The man pulled out a book called "Ninety-Nine Strategies to Capture the Weak Scholar" from his bosom, glanced around, not looking at her, but said to her: "This is a popular novel in the capital recently. Do you want it, young lady? I don't want a hundred coins, just fifty will be fine!"
Ye Jindian: “…”
Because of the words "weak scholar", she paid money to be the victim.
After putting the book into her small bag, she walked into the clinic and whispered to Wei Chulan that "a friend" needed a prescription.
"There is such a recipe. Madam Ye, please wait a moment." Wei Chulan asked her to sit down and drink a cup of tea, and she would be back soon.
After a cup of tea.
As expected, Wei Chulan brought a prescription and a packet of medicine and handed them to her: "This medicine is very strong, it is best to boil it once every seven to ten days. Tell her not to worry, three doses will definitely work."
Ye Jindian thanked him repeatedly.
After leaving the clinic, she opened the medicine bag in a secluded place and found that it contained some ordinary soup ingredients. An outsider really couldn't tell what they were.
She rewrapped it with confidence and went home briskly.
Wei Chulan returned to the front hall and took charge. When she was taking the pulse of the fourth patient, she remembered that she had forgotten to remind Ye Jindian that this was an uncommon tonic prescription. If two people drank it and stayed in the same room, it would have some medicinal effect of stimulating each other.
——And it has this effect on both of them.
However, Wei Chulan thought again.
After all, it's just her friend and his wife drinking together, so it's okay to add some fun.
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