Chapter 19 Asking the Miraculous Doctor for Advice: Men with Physical Weakness Asking the Miraculous Doctor for Advice...
The dull sound of knees falling to the ground was unusually crisp.
Ye Jindian hurriedly hugged Zhang Min's waist tightly, fearing that his narrow waist would break.
She knew he was showing off...
He was just a scholar, so how could he have the strength to pick her up and bring her back to the room?
Ye Jindian sighed secretly, wondering how to save his face and make the suffocating silence end sooner.
She leaned on his shoulder, unable to think of any solution, but she found that the waist under her palm was narrow, but very tight and hard, like a piece of cold stone.
The last time I carried him onto the horse, perhaps because I was worried, I didn't notice it. I just felt that his movements were a little stiff and he was not very good at getting on the horse.
Feeling curious, she gave it a gentle squeeze.
Zhang Min shuddered, and reached out to grab her restless fingers: "Mother, mother?"
The fingers in his palm were a little cold, so he mustered up the courage to hold on, tightened them to keep warm, and secretly glanced at her face.
Seeing that she was not unhappy, he felt happy and tightened his grip.
"Um?"
Ye Jindian raised her eyes and looked at him.
Zhang Min didn't dare to move his hands. His eyes were drooping, his cheeks flushed red, and he stammered, "If my wife has her period, is there anything I can do?"
I heard that women are extremely fragile when they have their period. Some even feel a sharp pain in their stomachs just by moving a few steps, so they need extra care.
Apart from his sister, there were no other female relatives around him.
A-mei was full of vigor and energy, and had never suffered such hardship before, so he knew nothing about it.
Apart from the sudden severe pain just now, Ye Jindian didn't feel anything for the time being. She just felt her stomach was bloated and uncomfortable.
She asked him to let her go first and wait for her to go back to her room to change her clothes.
Zhang Min hesitated: "Don't you want me to hold you?"
"...Well," Ye Jindian made an excuse, "If you move around, it will actually make you feel even more uncomfortable." Seeing him frustrated, she extended her hand and added, "Just help me up."
Zhang Min stretched out his hands, carefully lifted her elbows, and helped her slowly move back into the house with some unskillfulness.
Ye Jindian felt that he was a little too nervous.
"I'm fine, my husband, don't worry." She consoled him, "Menstrual flow comes every month, and we can't treat it like a major threat every time."
Zhang Min shook his head.
He felt terrified when he thought of her lying unconscious on the ground, a pool of blood oozing from her black hair, and her face as pale as gold paper.
When he was young, due to a momentary negligence, the yellow dog he raised was beaten to death by his cousin's servants. Later, when he needed the yellow dog for hunting or military service, he would always check to see if it had returned.
What about other people?
He never wanted to experience the panic of almost losing her again.
Ye Jindian was completely unable to persuade him, so she had no choice but to give up and let him go.
She had been wandering around since she was little, had seen many people and things, and understood very well that everyone was born different. If they were compatible, it was fate. It couldn't, and wasn't enough to, say who was good or bad. It could only mean that they weren't suitable for staying together for long, and that the best thing to do was to part ways as soon as possible.
After changing into a dark skirt, she threw the dirty dress into a wooden basin, intending to put it together with tonight's clothes and wash them later.
Open the door and prepare to go back to the kitchen.
Zhang Min was standing outside the door, holding a tray with hot water and a hand warmer on it.
"I don't know what you need, but I know you need to stay warm and get plenty of rest." He shoved the tray into Ye Jindian's hands, "Madam, take a good rest. I'll be in charge of the kitchen today."
Ye Jindian was a little worried: "Can you cook?"
and--
"Husband doesn't have to teach the class next door?"
Zhang Min: “…………”
He really doesn't know how to cook.
But he couldn't say that, otherwise his wife would definitely go back to the kitchen to work.
"Don't worry, my lady. I won't delay you for dinner or class. You can just stay in the inner room and take a nap, okay?"
When Ye Jindian hesitated, Zhang Min took the tray back with one hand, pulled her over with the other hand, turned inside, put the wooden tray on the table, pushed her into the quilt, put a hand warmer in the quilt to warm it, and handed her hot tea to warm her stomach.
After she finished drinking the hot tea, he took it and put it back on the wooden tray: "My lady, trust me, when you wake up, I will definitely take care of the kitchen affairs and will not delay teaching."
He has already said so, and it would be hurtful to deny it.
Ye Jindian had no choice but to agree and closed her eyes.
Zhang Min tucked in the corners of the quilt for her and asked the secret guards to keep watch. He climbed over the wall and asked a group of bastards to come and bring the herbs and ingredients to the next room.
——He was afraid of disturbing his wife by firing here.
As long as they don't have to study, or read less, Luoying and the others are very happy and work very actively.
When they heard that the Erchen Soup was specially bought by the sister-in-law and wanted to cook it for them, everyone suddenly became excited and felt that they were no longer wild children who were cared for by everyone.
"Sister-in-law is really something, why is she still thinking about us..."
As soon as these words were spoken, Zhang Min's sharp eyes swept over, as if they could scrape off their thick skin.
The team leader who was speaking met his gaze, immediately shut his mouth, covered it with his hand, and hid behind his colleague.
He was wrong, he shouldn't be so proud.
The others let out stifled laughter of gloating delight.
Zhang Min's mouth twitched. He didn't want to look at this group of annoying people, so he took out the booklet that recorded his wife's cooking and asked Luo Ying to read it while he did the cooking.
"Can we actually eat the meal made by the Prime Minister himself today?"
A group of people gathered together and formed a circle to watch the fun.
They coordinated perfectly. The people in the inner circle leaned forward with their hands on their knees; the people in the second circle bent over with their hands behind their backs; the people in the third circle stood upright; the people in the fourth circle interlaced with those in the third circle, resting their chins on the shoulders of those in the third circle; and the people in the fifth circle stood on tiptoe, leaning forward, leaning forward, like ducks stretching their necks.
There was thirst in the eyes of all colors, and the throat kept swallowing.
Luo Ying: “…”
It turns out that they look so shabby on a daily basis.
A moment later.
The thirsty eyes have dried up and died.
The subordinates looked at the dark meat in the large coarse porcelain bowl and fell into deep thought.
Luo Ying was still trying to protect her own Prime Minister's reputation, so she said, "Maybe it just doesn't look good, but it should taste good."
So, his subordinates brought the first piece of meat to his mouth as a tribute to him.
Luo Ying: “…”
When it comes to diverting trouble away, who can compare to this group of people?
Under Zhang Min's fierce gaze, he had no choice but to take the meat away with tears in his eyes and chew it twice.
Very good, with a "crack", the teeth bit against each other and the meat popped out directly.
"One more time." Zhang Min rolled up his sleeves heavily and asked the cook to lower the heat and pour the second bowl of raw meat into the pot and stir-fry.
A moment later.
Everyone looked at the bloody meat and fell silent.
Zhang Min looked at Luo Ying: "Did you read it correctly?"
Luo Ying complained: "Prime Minister has always been knowledgeable and has a good memory. How could you not know that I read it wrong?"
Zhang Min: “…”
He had suspected that he had remembered it wrong, and that Luo Ying had read it wrong, but he had never doubted whether he was a natural-born kitchen assassin.
"It's too late to continue. Someone go to the Prime Minister's Mansion and bring back some meat. Let's fry something edible first." After thinking for a moment, he instructed, "Those who are good cooks should not say anything. Someone with average cooking skills will do, but something that's still edible. Then, go to the food store and buy one meat dish, one vegetable dish, and one soup as a set."
If his wife doesn't like it, he can change it immediately.
Fortunately, there was someone who knew how to cook watching the fire, so Erchen Soup was spared from drying up and dying in this disaster. It safely entered everyone's stomach and died naturally.
Luo Ying held the soup in her hands and tears welled up in her eyes: "Thanks to my sister-in-law's blessing."
At least there is something in my stomach to fill it up so I won’t be too hungry.
Thank goodness their sister-in-law woke up feeling even more sleepy and not as energetic as she had been.
Zhang Min, who had temporarily given up cooking, saw her put down her chopsticks after only two bites and asked hurriedly, "Is it not tasty? How about I go buy some other dishes and they will be ready soon. Wait for me, my wife."
He put down the bowl and ran away. Before Ye Jindian, who was still in a daze, could react, he disappeared.
Luo Ying, who cooperated with him in the act, handed him the food box near the food store and asked him to run back.
However, Ye Jindian didn't eat many bites of the steamed fish and braised pork in the lunch box. She just supported her forehead, closed her eyes, and chewed intermittently.
Zhang Min had never seen her look so listless before, and felt a little helpless: "Madam, what's wrong with you?"
Ye Jindian shook her head: "No."
She didn't even respond.
In the end, Zhang Min put away the half-eaten bowl of leftover rice with worry, and went out to invite Mrs. Lan over.
When he arrived, Xie Zhaoming had just had dinner with Wei Chulan.
There was a chessboard placed under the corridor, and two people were playing chess in the dim sunset and the faint light of the lamp. The light and shadow overlapped, entangled with the gauze, and wrapped around the two people.
Xie Zhaoming pinched a white chess piece between his fingers and placed it into the gold-lacquered white jade chess box lid beside him. He looked across at the other side with a smile: "My lady, thank you for letting me have it."
The auspicious beast exhaled fragrant mist from its mouth, and the thin smoke curled through the curtains, making the jade-carved beauty look like she was in a fairyland.
Wei Chulan felt an itch in her hand, so she rubbed it a bit, then smiled and sighed, "I didn't mean to give in, it's just that my husband's chess skills have improved." She leaned forward and asked, "What does my husband want to take away with this move?"
Xie Zhaoming twisted his scattered long hair and said, "My lady just took off my hair crown, so I will..."
He also leaned forward, rolled up his sleeves across the chessboard, and reached out to the wooden hairpin on her head.
Before the hairpin was pulled out, Zhang Min climbed over the wall and fell down, breaking their charming atmosphere without any tact or taste.
His tone was very urgent: "Madam Lan, my wife seems to be feeling unwell. Could you please go and take a look at her?"
Xie Zhaoming: “…”
He put the hairpin back, straightened his sleeves, turned to look at Zhang Min, took a deep breath, and forced a faint smile: "Right Prime Minister, it's getting late. Please go through the door next time, okay?"
He said the word "OK" with gritted teeth.
Wei Chulan put her fist to her lips to hide the smile on her lips and nodded at Zhang Min: "I'll go get the medicine box. Duke Dingguo, please wait a moment."
I can't blame the other party for this matter.
Their affection in the courtyard was indeed bolder than that of other couples.
Seeing the other party's urgent expression, she moved faster.
Xie Zhaoming was the eldest son of an aristocratic family who grew up under oppressive etiquette. Even when he was angry and bullying others, he always smiled.
If you don't look into it carefully, most people really won't understand it.
Zhang Minben is not an ordinary person.
But he was now thinking about Ye Jindian and had no interest in arguing with him. When he saw Wei Chulan coming out, he immediately ran ahead to lead the way.
Wei Chulan also walked in a hurry, but when she passed by Xie Zhaoming, she stretched out an index finger from her wide robe and gently hooked his little finger.
Someone's gloomy brow suddenly relaxed.
A calm and gentle tone came out of his mouth lightly: "I hope my lady will go and come back soon, and don't let your husband wait in the courtyard by candlelight for too long."
Zhang Min: “…”
He understood this sentence without having to think.
The corners of his mouth twitched, but for Wei Chulan's sake, he didn't say anything rude, and showed some good manners.
They quickly returned to the small courtyard.
Ye Jindian was already listless, leaning against the beauty with a blanket in his arms.
Wei Chulan knew at a glance that she was just feeling unwell due to a cold and a little sleepy.
I took her pulse and found that it was true.
"Madam, you have a strong blood and energy, so there's nothing serious to worry about. However, women are prone to catching cold. Even if you are in good health, you can't let yourself get cold on a day like this." Wei Chulan didn't even need to write a prescription, she just instructed, "From now on, from three days before to three days after your menstrual period, don't let your wife sit on the cold ground, touch cold water, or eat or drink raw or cold food..."
What she said was almost something that all women understood.
Zhang Min didn't understand these things and was always afraid that he would miss something. After writing them down in the booklet, he had to repeat them again to avoid any mistakes.
Afterwards, he kept asking me what I could do if I had a stomachache, what I should do if I was tired, how to replenish my body afterwards, how to prevent it beforehand, and so on.
Ye Jindian felt very embarrassed when she heard this.
Wei Chulan was very patient and answered every question, as if it would be no problem for her to give him a corresponding medical book on the spot.
"Okay, I know all these things myself." Ye Jindian pulled Zhang Min over and coughed lightly. "I have some personal matters I want to ask Madam Lan. Could you go to the kitchen and make some ginger tea for me first?"
Zhang Min: "...What private matter do you want me to avoid?"
How many things are there that he cannot know? !
Zhang Min looked at his wife with resentment and reluctance.
"Girls' affairs are more private than menstruation. Are you sure you want to listen?" Unable to persuade him, Ye Jindian had to scare him.
The beauty is thin-skinned and will probably give up when she encounters difficulties.
The fact is no surprise.
Zhang Min stuffed the stool under the table, slipped away with red ears, climbed over the wall to find his subordinates to help him watch him make ginger tea to make sure it was not heated properly.
"Ahem..." Seeing her husband leave, Ye Jindian touched her burning earlobe and unconsciously lowered her voice, "Well, what—"
Wei Chulan looked at her hesitant expression and asked, "Hmm?"
"I'd like to ask, if a man is weak and frail, often fatigued and unable to sustain himself, how should he nourish himself?"
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