Chapter 33: How could her husband be so weak? Her husband...
Zhang Min's Adam's apple rolled.
He didn't say anything, but his eyes moved from the swaying and mottled shadows on the water to Ye Jindian's plump lips.
Her lips are also very bright red, and you can tell at a glance that she is full of energy and is not a weak and frail person.
She is bright and beautiful, like a peach blossom branch stirring up the spring, and all the spring light and bustle rush towards her.
Zhang Min's gaze was the same.
He opened his mouth to say "yes", but no sound came out. He just held his breath and moved closer to her.
This time, I at least learned how to turn my face to the side, so I didn't have to let my nose bump into or get squeezed, making it hard for me to breathe.
But the tip of his tongue was dormant in her mouth, trembling several times, wanting to get close to her, but Zhang Min held it down forcefully.
He only dared to hold her lips and caress them gently.
His hands had been soaked in water for so long that they felt cold. He rubbed them against the sides of his legs many times, waiting until warmth rose in his palms before he lifted her cheek.
His thumb lovingly traced her profile.
Over and over again, and over and over again...
His breathing became extremely disordered and rapid due to the oppression. He supported himself on the ground with his hands, half-wrapped his arms around her, and let her sit on the stool next to him.
Ye Jindian didn't want to sit down.
Sitting on a stool, he was a head taller than him, but he had to lower his head.
My neck feels sore after a long time.
"There's water on the ground, it's cold." Zhang Min was reluctant to move his lips away from her words, half begging, half coaxing, pausing and panting, "My dear, be good and listen to me, okay?"
A slightly hoarse, clear voice, accompanied by panting and moisture, entered the ears.
Ye Jindian inexplicably felt her legs go weak and she could no longer squat. Seeing that if she didn't sit on the stool she would have to sit on his hands, she had no choice but to move over.
Zhang Min raised his head and chased her, his hands supporting the ground grasping one side of the stool, holding it firmly.
The veins on the back of his palms and forearms were bulging, stretching out across a vast expanse of clear and steep mountains undisturbed by clouds and mist, vigorous and sharp.
He half-knelt, and put his index and middle fingers around his wife's ears, with his palms pressed against her neck.
chug--
He heard his wife's rapid heartbeat in rhythm with his own.
The flushed eyes slowly opened, and the two pairs of blurry eyes suddenly met. They couldn't help but smile at each other, expressing the smile in their hearts from the corners of their eyes.
Ye Jindian wondered how she could have resisted liking him in the past.
How nice he is.
She put her hands around his neck.
The weather is bright and the green trees shade the corners.
Stones accompany the roots of peach blossoms, and the apricot trees bear small and thin fruits.
Light and shadow float, and spring is coming.
They hid under the banana tree and kissed passionately.
Time suddenly slowed down.
It seems like spring is lingering by and won't let go.
I don't know how long it took, but next door there was a loud voice shouting -
"Hey, whose rice is burnt?"
meal!
Ye Jindian woke up in shock, quickly let go of Zhang Min, lifted her skirt and ran to put out the fire.
Zhang Min was caught off guard, and his mouth stretched forward, directly pressed against the peeled yellow leaves of the banana tree, and took a mouthful of the empty juice.
“…”
He silently wiped the broken leaves from his mouth.
*
After eating the rice crust, Ye Jindian took a nap on the beauty chair, with a copy of "Huajian Ji" covering her knees and a peach petal that had slowly fallen on her fingertips.
Zhang Min gently picked up the petals, placed them in the flowerpot, and placed a thin blanket on his wife's shoulders.
He held a volume of Shangshu, leaned on the railing, and looked at her with a smile for the whole sunny afternoon.
*
That night.
Faint stars and thin clouds, the bright moon comes into the house.
Ye Jindian dug out the erotic pictures from the box, trying to dig out some pure words from the pile of erotic pictures to teach her how to kiss someone.
But no.
She flipped through the pages and only saw a picture of two people huddled by a window. The woman in the picture turned her head and stuck out her tongue slightly.
hiss--
She threw the spring picture back into the box and started reading "The Ironworker's Notes" instead.
Today she went to various iron shops nearby to ask, and the fact was indeed as Xie Zhaoming said. He went around various iron shops and asked many skilled ironworkers if they were willing to help the military inspector repair weapons.
But she didn't completely believe him.
However, the money she earned from selling calligraphy and paintings was too suspicious, so she temporarily sealed the box and stored it in the cellar, not using it for the time being, for fear that there might be something fishy going on.
In order to earn money to buy tonics and meat, she decided to go to the Armory to ask.
*
The house next door.
Zhang Min sat diagonally in front of the hall, propping up his forehead to look at the falling shadow. His face was half immersed in the shadow, leaving only his red lips and chin exposed in the bright light, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.
There was silence in front of the hall.
Luo Ying felt uncomfortable all over, so he simply drew his sword and knelt down to apologize: "Prime Minister, I was wrong!"
The knee hit the ground with a dull thud.
Zhang Min had just showered and changed clothes, and the ends of her hair were still mostly wet. A few strands of her hair stuck to her slender neck, refusing to fall down, and instead curled around her chest.
He lowered his eyes and said nothing.
Luo Ying knelt on both knees: "Isn't it enough for me to receive thirty lashes?"
Let’s just forget about the punishment of copying books...
At this time, Zhang Min gave him a look of mercy: "With Fufeng away, we are already short of manpower. You still want to receive thirty lashes. Don't you want to be on duty?"
Luo Ying: “…How could that be.”
Oh, he still doesn't understand these bastards?
Zhang Min raised the corner of his mouth and punished them to copy "On Calligraphy and Painting" a hundred times and then recite it. If they couldn't recite it, they would have to recite it another hundred times until they could recite it.
"Prime Minister——"
The subordinates looked miserable and were in a very difficult situation.
"It leaps off the page, lifelike..." Zhang Min stared at them expressionlessly. "I'm embarrassed to say that once we walk out of this door, the person who used these two words to describe a large calligraphy piece is an officer under me, Zhang Zimei."
The worst thing is that these bastards are officials.
Official! !
Subordinate: “…”
It is common for them, military generals, to have little education.
Zhang Min waved his hand: "This matter is non-negotiable."
Luo Ying and the others suddenly felt as if they had been stuffed with ten pieces of Coptis chinensis, and their young faces wrinkled like those of eighty-year-old men.
"Right." Speaking of today's events, Zhang Min thought of the increasingly warm weather and worried that it would be too tiring for his wife to set up shop in the summer. "Find a few unfamiliar soldiers. I'll write a 'Want Talent' letter and have them come to me to ask for a scholar to work for me." After a moment's thought, he added, "I'll hire you with a high salary, but the monthly remuneration cannot exceed ten strings of cash."
He thought his wife would probably not spend the money from selling calligraphy and paintings, so he had to find another way to make money.
Subordinate: “…”
It took them a while to figure it out.
"Yes, Lord."
After thinking about it, Zhang Min decided to write the remuneration in more detail, so that they wouldn't ask for hundreds of thousands of gold coins.
After the matter was explained, the government soldiers were to come and handle it before dawn the next day.
As soon as the gate opened, they bowed and asked, "Excuse me, is this Mr. Bai Shi's house?"
The hems of several people's clothes were wet with dew, and it was obvious that they had been waiting for a long time.
He has shown a strong attitude towards seeking talents and has not embarrassed himself for the time being.
Ye Jindian looked at their clothes and didn't reply: "Excuse me, who are you——"
"We are the guards of the Right Prime Minister." The guard put on a friendly smile. "I have heard that Mr. Bai Shi is a man of great wisdom and strategy, and has a lot of insights into governing the country and the people. Therefore..." He stepped back, holding the "Call for Talents" in both hands, bent down and presented it, "I am sending this letter to Mr. Bai Shi."
Right Prime Minister?
Ye Jindian felt uneasy: "I wonder how the Right Prime Minister knew about my husband's plan?"
In all these days, she had never heard any rumors about her husband other than his appearance.
If she had not often discussed poetry and history with him, she would probably have thought that he was just an ordinary teacher, with nothing remarkable about him except his good looks.
Could it be that letting her husband teach next door was a test in itself?
Ye Jindian's peach blossom eyes smiled faintly as she glanced at the three people at the door without any expression.
Palace soldiers: "..."
No wonder everyone says my sister-in-law is hard to fool. How come her brain works so quickly?
How to answer this?
Do you want to hear it from Guard Captain Luoying?
Seeing the guards were stunned by the question, Zhang Min quickly appeared and said, "Madam, who is visiting our house so early in the morning?"
Ye Jindian glanced at the reactions of the three people in front of the door, then turned to look at Zhang Min, took his hand and whispered, "I heard that it was the guards under the Right Prime Minister, and they wanted to find a talented person."
Zhang Min's eyes lit up, and he pretended to be surprised and wanted to invite them in.
The palace guards didn't dare to go in and sit down. They just handed the "letter of seeking talents" to their prime minister, expressing the prime minister's eagerness to seek talents, and then left without stopping.
Prime Minister, you deal with it yourself!
Zhang Min turned her head and met Ye Jindian's worried eyes: "Husband, do you want to take up a position in the Prime Minister's Mansion?"
He held the bright red "Call for Talents" in his hand, and the joy on his face froze.
"Madam... don't you want me to go?"
Ye Jindian's lips moved, choosing her words carefully to avoid upsetting him. "My husband has great talent, and many wise men seek him out. This is common." She reached out and grasped his wrist, pulling him toward the main hall to avoid the morning chill. "But I heard that the Right Prime Minister's men are all trembling with fear, in a state of panic all day long..."
How could her husband be so weak?
Zhang Min: “…”
Ye Jindian pulled him to sit next to her and said softly, "I'm really worried about my husband."
The dawn was just beginning to break, and the courtyard was thick with moisture. A sticky, damp, cold fog coiled around the plants, flowers, and trees, and even the main room seemed to be covered with a thin layer of mist like a veil.
The blue-gray color filled the entire window frame, and the distant mountains were no longer visible.
The lady's peach blossom eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of hazy mist, which obscured the watery light in her eyes, making it difficult to see a trace of brightness.
Zhang Min hesitated for a moment.
Seeing his emotion, Ye Jindian held his hand, bent down and looked into his eyes: "It is a good thing that my husband is determined to make progress, but the Right Prime Minister and my husband are not on the same path after all."
“…”
Zhang Min asked tentatively, "Then, my lady, who do you think I should join?"
If the "Right Prime Minister" and he are not on the same path, then in the eyes of the lady, who is his on the same path?
Ye Jindian thought for a moment and said, "I heard that although the Left Prime Minister is a bit old-fashioned, he is upright and self-disciplined. He has the demeanor of a gentleman and believes in kindness. He is a man of integrity and high moral character."
Zhang Min smiled: "Really?"
Is Du Junze really as good as his wife said?!
Ye Jindian nodded repeatedly, "Yes." She wrapped her hands around Zhang Min's, her eyes full of sincerity. "I see that the Right Prime Minister has a murderous aura, while the Left Prime Minister is modest. If my husband wants to choose a master, he should choose a wise master."
Zhang Min: “…”
Haha, he thought that Du Junze was stubborn and conservative, pedantic, old-fashioned, and behaved in a conventional way, not seeking to make any achievements.
If you hang out with him, there will be no chance for you in your next life!!
Zhang Min's heart, which had just wavered, suddenly became firm.
"Don't worry, my lady." He gently pulled his hand away, took her hand in his, and placed it on the table. "I fell into the water in front of the Prime Minister's residence before, and it was thanks to the palace soldiers that I was rescued. I don't think the Right Prime Minister is as bad as the rumors say. You don't have to worry about me."
Ye Jindian looked at her husband's innocent face and felt very worried.
no.
She couldn't bear to watch her own big white rabbit jump into the wolf's den, so she excitedly took the best cabbage she grew and gave it to the wolf, but it was scratched to pieces and trampled on by the wolf.
How sad he would be!
She went to the streets and alleys to collect more rumors, using them as evidence to persuade her overly kind and handsome husband.
Ye Jindian made this decision secretly.
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