Chapter 34 "My husband is a murderous devil" "My husband...
There are so many outrageous rumors about the Right Prime Minister in the streets and alleys.
Ye Jindian didn't have to run around much, as he had already collected a lot of glorious stories about how he could stop children from crying at night.
Most of these stories are used to scare children, and they are altered to be quite outrageous, such as suddenly transforming into a tiger or wolf and swallowing innocent passers-by in one gulp...
Moreover, the context and consequences are described quite vaguely, and the connections between the beginning and the end are very forced and unreliable.
In her opinion, it is full of loopholes.
However, when Ye Jindian carefully recalled the Right Prime Minister that day, her deepest impression of him was actually his deep, somewhat eerie and cruel voice, as well as his neat and decisive skills.
As for other things, at the critical moment of life and death, she was only thinking about escaping and could not remember clearly.
Among his many deeds, the one that was repeatedly mentioned by the common people was his ghostly face with fangs. Even in the storybooks circulating in the market, the first thing the Right Prime Minister did when he appeared on the scene would be to show that terrifying face, shocking both humans and ghosts.
Without doing anything, you can scare a group of people to death.
As Ye Jindian listened to the story, she couldn't help but wonder, if that were the case, why would the border troops even need to fight? If they could just let the Right Prime Minister stroll through the enemy camp at night, wouldn't they be able to achieve a complete victory?
Of course, she didn't dare to say such outrageous words.
She just sighed a few times as the bones were chopped while she bought the meat, which made the person who said these words feel a little satisfied and spread more rumors about the right prime minister.
When I was carrying the meat home, I met my mother-in-law selling eggs on the road.
This time, the old woman not only sold eggs and door god statues, but also found a few storybooks from somewhere.
Ye Jindian stopped and took a look - "My husband is a devil who kills people without blinking an eye."
What an attractive name!
She immediately stopped in front of the stall and asked her mother-in-law, "Can I see this book?"
The mother-in-law said enthusiastically, "Female, please feel free to do as you please."
Ye Jindian hung the meat on a branch nearby and picked up the storybook to flip through it.
This is actually a storybook written by the Right Prime Minister!
In the storybook, the Right Prime Minister is a wolf born on the top of a snowy mountain. He is cold and gloomy, and has been unable to speak for three days since he was born.
That was natural, she thought. If Sirius could suddenly speak the moment he was born, even the gods would suspect that they had neglected their duties.
Next to his wolf den, there grew a peach tree.
This peach tree is also peculiar. Its roots are entangled with the apricot blossoms, and it seems to be dying, but it lives very tenaciously, year after year.
Tianlang seemed to be particularly fond of this peach blossom, and when he was practicing, he would always leak a drop of essence from heaven and earth to irrigate it.
Ye Jindian hurried home to cook medicine, flipped through two pages and then jumped to the next.
Behind him, Tianlang had transformed, walked out of the snow-capped mountains, accidentally sneaked into the military camp, and started his journey to kill the god.
The excerpt describes him as having a broad back and strong arms, as tall as an iron tower. With one smash of his mace, the enemy's head would immediately rot like a rotten melon in the field, with juice splattering all over the ground.
Moreover, when colleagues came to advise him and made him impatient, he would just wave his hand to push them away and throw them six feet away!
Ye Jindian knew that the storybook must be exaggerated and the story of the Heavenly Wolf was definitely a figment of the imagination, but that day, the long legs stretched out from the side of his body, and he really kicked one soldier after another without any ambiguity.
She didn't dare to imagine how badly her handsome husband would get hurt if he went to persuade her with his frail body and was pushed impatiently by the other party!
Ye Jindian immediately asked the price.
Not expensive.
She gave him the money immediately and took the notebook away.
He took two steps, then stopped and looked back.
*
Zhang Min is still resting.
He did not go to the prime minister's residence, but went next door to instruct on some things. When he came out, he saw that his wife had returned and was standing in front of the gate with her sleeves rolled up, stirring the paste.
He walked towards her with a smile on his face: "Madam, what are you going to do?"
"Husband." Ye Jindian also looked at him with a smile and handed him the paste in her hand, "Take it first."
Zhang Min took it and watched her bend down and pick up two red door god statues from the stool.
The door god looks ferocious, with eyes wide open, holding an axe and a mace, and stepping on a head...
This painting looks familiar.
Judging by his fairly good memory, this seemed, probably, perhaps—
Zhang Min's smile froze. "The Right Prime Minister's Gate Deity Statue?"
Behind them, Luo Ying and the others stopped and more than ten heads turned to the door god statue in Ye Jindian's hand.
What appearance?
Ye Jindian nodded: "Yes, it's the Right Prime Minister."
Zhang Min: “…”
Luo Ying and others: "..."
Ye Jindian held up the door god statue in her hand and said, "My husband, I've heard others say that the Right Prime Minister looks like this, with a ghostly face and fangs, his mood swings, his ability to crush heads with a mace, and his ability to fling people six feet away with a casual wave of his hand. Just looking at this door god statue can scare a six-year-old child to tears and drive away all kinds of diseases and evil spirits."
Zhang Min: “…………”
Luo Ying and others: “…………”
After much deliberation, she decided to buy two stickers and stick them on the door, making sure her husband could see them whenever he came in and out, so that he would always be alert and not think of others as being too kind.
Zhang Min tightened his hands holding the paste.
He glanced sideways at his subordinates who were watching the fun, his face and eyes showing no emotion, as calm as a mirror.
But Luoying and the others felt cold all over and quickly found an excuse to escape.
"Oh, my sow gave birth today, I have to go home and take care of it! Goodbye everyone!"
"Well, my next-door neighbor's uncle's younger sister said she wants to give my wife a cat, so I have to go home and help trim its nails to prevent it from scratching my wife. Goodbye everyone!"
"I, I have a stomachache. I'm going home to take a rest. Goodbye everyone!"
“…”
…
In the blink of an eye, the backs of more than a dozen people disappeared.
Ye Jindian realized belatedly that they seemed to be the guards from the Right Prime Minister's Mansion...
No wonder it ran so fast, it turned out it was scared away.
She immediately used this to warn Zhang Min, "Look, my husband, even Luo Ying and the others are so afraid of the Right Prime Minister that they're afraid to be implicated and don't even dare to listen to everything he says. This shows that the Right Prime Minister is not someone who can accept advice."
Their Majesty is a monarch with a broad mind.
When he first came to power, he issued an order to open the channels for public opinion. No matter whether it was to speak frankly to him or to all officials, there was no need to be afraid. If the advice was good, there would even be rewards.
At first, no one believed it, but Your Majesty followed the ancients' example of establishing trust through sheer force and punished several old ministers who refused to listen to your advice. Only then did the people become convinced.
This is also why the common people fear the Prime Minister's Mansion as if it were the underworld, but dare to discuss it privately.
Zhang Min still wanted to say something good for himself, but he remembered that he was indeed impartial and fair in his official duties, sometimes even harsh.
He opened his mouth but couldn't say anything, so he could only stir the paste.
"Let me put up a portrait for my lady."
It is easy to get your hands dirty accidentally when sticking pictures, and the weather is still a little chilly, so it is better for you not to touch cold water.
Looking at the door god's portrait that was so ugly that it angered heaven and man, Zhang Min couldn't argue with his wife. He thought to himself - people used to say that he and Li Wuji were two-faced killers, so how could he be the only one to suffer such misfortune now?
A portrait of Li Wuzhi must also be made and circulated, and it must be even more hideous and terrifying than this one.
The thought flashed through Zhang Min's mind, and he didn't take it too seriously.
After pasting the door god statues, Ye Jindian saw that he still didn't care, so she had to pull him to sit in the corridor and read the newly bought book together.
The stove, cups and thin blanket were ready. When the tea soup became thick, she took out a carefully selected piece and stuffed it into Zhang Min's hand.
"Husband, my eyes are a little sore. Can you read it to me?"
Afraid that he would make an excuse to leave, Ye Jindian wanted to rest her head on his shoulder, but thinking that his arm was injured and she didn't know if it would affect her, she simply lay on his legs.
Zhang Min was startled and hurriedly found a blanket to cover his waist and then covered her.
He tried to hide his mistake by saying, "Be careful not to catch a cold."
Ye Jindian lay on her stomach, looked up at him, and urged: "What did Tianlang do later?"
Zhang Min's lips and tongue were dry from being stared at by her pair of peach blossom eyes. He moved the book closer to cover it, reached out to take the cup and took a sip of tea.
The gaze must be——
It was midsummer, and upon reaching the northern desert, the sun was scorching, searing the common people. Tianlang chose a teahouse and sat down, where rotten water dripped onto the floor. The innkeeper, horrified, said to Tianlang, "The head hanging from your waist is rotten. Do you need a new box to carry it?" Tianlang said nothing, and passersby avoided him. A man, seven feet tall, scoffed at the poor man, wondering if he could afford a new box. In a moment, a long mace fell, and the man's head rained down on the wooden table's broken pieces...
Zhang Min frowned as he read.
When did my wife start to like this kind of brutal and bloody story?
As he continued reading, as Tianlang entered the military camp, Zhang Min seemed to understand who the story was about and what it was about.
His hand holding the teacup trembled with anger and he almost spilled the tea.
Where did this rumor come from?!
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