Chapter 76: My Lady, You Can’t Touch Me Casually, You Can’t Touch Me Casually…
Days off are always short.
Ye Jindian got up early in the morning, picked half a basket of mulberries, washed them, and crushed them to make sauce.
Sugar is a bit expensive, so she was reluctant to put too much.
But I was afraid that it would not taste good, so I just shook it all in and melted it.
Recently, the beautiful husband seems to be addicted to being a cook. No matter whether he appears at night or not, every day when he wakes up, the chef has prepared various dry foods for breakfast and afternoon snacks.
Today's dry food is the pancakes, minced meat and five pungent vegetables he made.
She cleaned it up and put in two small jars of mulberry jam.
Passing by the Right Prime Minister's Residence, she stopped. Before she could take out the mulberry jam, she saw the Supervisor rushing out of the residence as if he was running for his life.
She turned her head to look behind him——
Seven or eight soldiers from the Right Prime Minister's Mansion, carrying fine mulberry wood, shouted in unison to her, "Sister-in-law, how are you?"
His tone was so excited, as if he had just received a salary, and as if he had survived a disaster.
Ye Jindian's eyes drifted between them: "...I hope everyone is well."
The warden looked at the basket in her hand, and a smile that could be described as "overjoyed" suddenly appeared on his tense face.
Ye Jindian: “???” The supervisor said to her, “Go in quickly.”
The joy in his voice was even greater than that on his face.
With great doubts, Ye Jindian stepped aside and waited until they left before handing the jar of sauce to the doorman, Lao Zhang, and asked him to help deliver it to her beautiful husband.
She bowed to express her gratitude, and when she stood up, she caught a glimpse of a burly man in a gown in the inner corridor of the front hall. He had a cute green scarf on his head and two low ponytails divided into three braids. He covered his face and sneaked into the martial arts academy.
Suddenly, another strong man with bare arms, a flying fairy bun, and his hands touching his head passed by.
Ye Jindian: “!!”
Her peach blossom eyes suddenly widened, deeply shocked.
However, she was not usually startled. She just followed the backs of the two strong men with her eyes and followed them involuntarily.
Perhaps because she had stood there for too long, the concierge, Old Zhang, became puzzled. He turned his gaze and explained, "These are all our Prime Minister..."
What does this have to do with you, brother?
She looked puzzled and listened attentively.
"Uncle Zhang." Luo Ying walked out of the front hall quickly, interrupting his analysis and ordering, "The Prime Minister said that those hairpins are not enough, so he asked you to find two more people to go to the storehouse and find some more."
After he finished speaking, he saw Ye Jindian who was blocked by the door hinge.
"Sister-in-law?" He was surprised and looked back guiltily, "You came to see the Prime Minister?"
The inner hall is packed with people, so it might be difficult to let her in.
Even if we want to go in, we must first find someone to inform the Prime Minister and hide Wu Hou and the others.
Ye Jindian's eyelids jumped, and she asked tentatively, "Brother... is he dressing up in there?"
Luo Ying nodded subconsciously and said truthfully, "Yes, the Prime Minister is combing his hair..." Then, he felt that something seemed strange and looked puzzled, "Huh?"
Ye Jindian put away her cautious and tentative look.
She took the mulberry jam back with both hands and said to Old Man Zhang, "Uncle Zhang, go ahead and do your work. I'll ask Luo Ying to bring this jar of sweet jam in."
Uncle Zhang looked at Luo Ying, and when she nodded, he lifted his clothes and walked towards the warehouse.
Ye Jindian turned and stuffed the mulberry sauce towards Luo Ying: "This is the sweet sauce I made early this morning. If you have pancakes in your kitchen, you can let your husband dip it in it."
Luoying took it and watched her leave in a hurry without thinking much about it.
After all, the Military Equipment Inspectorate, like the Prime Minister's Office, also had to report for duty and sign in on time.
They often do such thrilling things as signing their names in the book at the last minute, as if their lives are hanging by a thread.
Can understand.
He entered with a jar of sweet sauce in his arms, walked around the corridor, and entered the main hall, where he met Zhang Min, who was practicing women's hairstyles with the Ming guards and palace soldiers who had lost in the martial arts performance.
as well as--
A bunch of unshaven faces, looking like they would rather die than live.
Luo Ying was afraid of hurting her eyes, so she looked away: "Prime Minister, my sister-in-law sent a jar of sweet sauce for you to dip in the cake."
Zhang Min, who had been looking like he was facing a formidable enemy and some difficult problem, relaxed his brows and raised the corners of his lips when he heard the words.
"Be careful, just put it down."
He was still trying to figure out what force to use when combing the hair so as not to pull at the roots and still make the hair smooth and nice, so he had no hands free.
Luoying quickly put it down and ran away.
If he hadn't been told to, he would never come in and hurt his eyes!
At this moment.
The far right side of the inner hall.
Four figures stood woodenly behind the long table, watching indescribably busy the enemy's painstakingly fabricated bloodthirsty demon who killed people without blinking an eye.
Xie Zhaoming fanned himself and said, "The world is truly going downhill. Bo Meng, what do you think?"
Li Wuji stepped on the stool and said, "It's true that people's hearts have changed. Zhaoye, what do you think?"
Gongsun Shuo folded his arms, "This is truly immoral. Junze, what do you think?"
Du Junze closed his eyes: "...I think I'm blind and can't see."
The four of them simultaneously revealed subtle, indescribable expressions of disgust.
Zhang Min was too lazy to even give them a glance.
He hit the nail on the head: "You're just jealous. Xie Hu is frail and sickly, and Madam Lan always gets up early to pick up herbs. I'm afraid you haven't seen your wife in recent years. And you—" He condescended to look up and glanced at the other three, "Forget it, it's hard to explain to you people who don't have wives."
How could these people know the joy they would feel when they woke up and saw their wife still sleeping soundly.
Naturally, he didn't understand the fun of combing his wife's hair and drawing her eyebrows.
"Just wait."
Xie Zhaoming waved his fan slowly, "If I had known this, I wouldn't have rushed to your Right Prime Minister's residence."
Li Wuji leaned forward and rested his elbow on the ground: "I second the motion."
Gongsun Shuo raised his chin slightly: "I second the motion."
Du Junze stood sideways with his hands behind his back: "I second the motion."
Zhang Min: “…”
Who made them come here in a hurry for breakfast?
After combing the last person's hair, he looked at it for a moment, let the person go with satisfaction, and turned around to wash his hands.
As the hurried footsteps of his men, as if they had escaped death, faded away, he wiped his hands with a towel and walked towards the long table.
Fu Feng brought steaming hot pancakes and side dishes and placed them on the long table one by one so that they could eat while discussing their plans.
Zhang Min opened the jar of sweet sauce, rolled up six or seven pancakes and placed them on a plate, intending to eat them while looking through the documents.
He asked the four people, "How far have you investigated?"
Li Wuji reached out and took away a piece of elbow: "Fufeng is still considerate."
That Luoying guy didn't even pour them a cup of tea.
Xie Zhaoming threw out a stack of documents: "This is the evidence and catalog of Chunxiaolou selling banned books from past dynasties."
He reached out for a pancake, scooped a spoonful of mulberry sauce, spread it on it, rolled it into a shape as thick as three fingers, and stuffed it into his mouth.
Gongsun Shuo put down a stack of thin papers. "This is the testimony and evidence that Chunxiaolou has been wantonly kidnapping people in the countryside, killing civilians and merchants, and even some minor officials, and robbing their families of handsome men and women."
He put it in one hand and took the pancake in the other, then handed it to Xie Zhaoming and asked him to help scoop out the sauce.
Du Junze took off the cloth bag and held down the thin paper that was blown by the wind: "This is the general account of the transfer involving the old Sikong and the Minister of Revenue, as well as the evidence found in the sealed case files."
He took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands before picking up the pancake and scooping two spoonfuls of sauce.
The vein on Zhang Min's forehead suddenly jumped.
Li Wuji chewed on his elbow, pulled out a document from his pocket, and threw it onto the evidence. "This is the evidence that the Minister of Revenue embezzled money from Chunxiaolou, and the account of Chunxiaolou sending the money to the old minister of commerce. But there's a problem. The old minister of commerce can't find this money in his treasury."
Even though he was an official appointed by the imperial court, he could not really return to his bandit ways and dig three feet into the ground.
As he spoke, he also reached out to take a pancake and spread it out in front of Du Junze: "Old man, give me a hand."
Du Junze: "..."
He put his wrist on Li Wuzhi's forearm.
Li Wuji gritted his teeth and said, "...I would like to ask the Left Prime Minister for help and apply half a spoonful of mulberry sauce."
Du Junze then reached out to scoop the sauce for him and spread it on the pancake.
He put down the spoon and said indifferently, "You're welcome."
Li Wuji: “…”
Zhang Min was busy looking through the evidence and didn't pay attention for a moment. When he finished looking through the evidence, accounts and documents and looked up again, the jar was empty.
“…”
"Let go!"
He snatched back the jar of sweet sauce and held it in his arms, only to feel his chest was colder than the jar.
This is something my wife sent specially for him to dip into the pancake!
"War waits for no one. Beiwan is already on the verge of a move. They'll probably find an excuse to move south before autumn. We have to close the net quickly." Zhang Min handed the jar to Fufeng, glared at the group of bastards, and kicked each of them. "Tomorrow, Xie Yan, you will search for the banned books. Gongsun Shuo, you will arrest the unarmed soldiers deployed by Chunxiao Tower. Li Wuji, Xuanshuan will cooperate with you to uncover the gold cache in public that same day. Du Ming, the Water Conservancy Bureau will cooperate with you to verify the dredging accounts with His Majesty and the old Minister of Works."
Du Jun asked: "What about you?"
"Me?" Zhang Min sneered. "Old Sikong is also a member of the Zhang family. As a junior, I can't put direct pressure on him. He's a Minister of Revenue, but he took advantage of his position to embezzle public funds..." He raised his eyebrows, and his pale blue lower eyelids lifted, narrowing his dark eyes and giving them a sense of oppression. "I've always been at odds with the Left Prime Minister. How can I let such a good opportunity go?"
Du Jun finished chewing the last bite of the mulberry jam cake and drank half a cup of tea.
He put down the snow-blue porcelain cup and took back the cloth bag he had brought with him: "Then... wait and see."
After the others had their breakfast, they took back the evidence and accounts and left the Right Prime Minister's Mansion through the back door.
Li Wuzhi ate and took the pork elbow off the table, then climbed over the wall to prepare for this matter.
After everyone left, Fu Feng cleaned up the leftovers on the table and went to the kitchen. Then the black falcon fell from the sky and landed in front of Zhang Min.
Zhang Min left him a plate of cobbled-together breakfast and walked forward: "Have you found the old Sikong family's private vault?"
Xuan Falcon nodded: "Found it, underground. Poured copper liquid on it, a finger thick, it can't be burned through."
His voice was low and unclear, as if it had been burned by something.
"Eat something first." Seeing that he wouldn't take anything, Zhang Min simply stuffed it into his hand. "Don't worry about it. Bo Meng is the best at playing tricks. As long as you let him know where the private vault is, he'll dig it out even if it means he breaks his own back. Run slower that day and make sure the old minister has entered the palace. Then pretend to be chased by him and cause a scene nearby to attract more people to see it."
Xuan Sun subconsciously touched his mask.
Only when his fingertips touched a cool breeze did he feel relieved and lowered his fingertips.
Zhang Min reached for the box beside him, pulled out a clean porcelain bottle, and handed it to him: "If it's too much, I can let Goshawk..."
"No," Xuan Falcon shook his head and reached out to take it, "I want to go."
The old Sikong is a descendant of a noble family and one of the elders of the Zhang family. In the past two years, he has not dared to raise troops openly, but no one knows what he does in private.
He has the best Qinggong among all people, and no one recognizes him.
Even if by some chance he is caught by Lao Sikong's men, the Right Prime Minister will not be implicated.
"Let me go."
As he said this, a bird outside the window spread its wings and flew away.
*
The bird's wings are pointed as it flies lightly over the clouds and treetops.
In the blink of an eye, the bright daylight fell into darkness.
Ye Jindian was busy repairing the carrier and was immersed in sawdust all day long. She rarely raised her head and missed the time. She returned to the courtyard half an hour later in the evening.
When Xiao Huang heard footsteps, he suddenly looked up and pricked up his ears.
After confirming that it was its owner Shanshan who had returned home, it immediately gave up the dried meat in the bowl, ran to the door, threw itself on Ye Jindian's skirt, and wagged its tail wildly.
Ye Jindian bent down and touched the dog's head, then looked towards the kitchen where smoke was rising from and dim candlelight was burning.
Behind the windowsill, Zhang Min heard the sound and waited quietly.
She smiled at him, glanced down at the dog bowl not far away, and found that there was food and water. She gestured to Xiao Huang to stay where he was and eat, and walked towards her handsome husband.
"You're back." Zhang Min saw her approaching and leaned over the windowsill to talk to her. "I cooked two dishes and a soup, and the hot water is ready. My lady, wash your hands quickly and come in for dinner."
In order to prevent Xiao Huang from pouncing on him, he used a bamboo fence to block the door when cooking.
Ye Jindian washed her hands, walked around the fence, and looked inside—
A dish of meat, a dish of vegetables and a tonic soup, lit by candlelight, sparkled with oil and looked extremely tempting.
Seeing that her hands were still wet and she couldn't find a clean cloth, Zhang Min simply extended his sleeve to her and said, "Madam, wipe them."
Ye Jindian's eyes first caught sight of his dazzlingly white and smooth arms.
Then she said "hmm" and calmly put her hand in.
His clothes were made of soft fine cloth, and when he held them in his hands he felt like holding a handful of clouds.
Ye Jindian reached inward from her elbow, almost touching Zhang Min's ribs.
She pulled her hand out of the sleeve in time, but she still couldn't help it. She lifted her wrist bone, opened her palm, and directly pinched the jade-like arm. She touched it twice in admiration, and Zhang Min's neck turned red.
As soon as he lowered his head in emotion, Ye Jindian let go of his hand and turned around to get the bowl and chopsticks to serve the rice with a reluctant look.
Zhang Min kissed the void.
“…”
Ye Jindian was completely unaware of this. She sat down with some white rice and invited him to eat with her.
Zhang Min said "Oh" and sat down next to her.
He took a bite of white rice and said, "The sweet sauce my wife made today is delicious."
Ye Jindian: "As long as you like it."
She was really hungry, and she was so busy eating that she didn't pay attention to the expressions of the people around her.
Seeing that she was eating too fast, Zhang Min was worried that she might choke accidentally, so he began to persuade her to eat slowly, picking up dishes for her and passing her soup. After half of the meal, he had forgotten what he was going to say.
Afterwards, he was busy washing dishes, fetching water, thinking about whether there were any loopholes in tomorrow's affairs, and he also had to be on guard against Xiao Huang pouncing on him. He was multitasking and forgot about the matter.
After all, just being on guard against the elusive Xiao Huang takes a lot of energy.
Seeing him about to fill the tub, Ye Jindian stopped him and said, "Your period has come today, so you can't soak in it."
Just take a shower.
"But you made a lot of mulberry jam this morning." Zhang Min now remembered, "Did you wash it with cold water? Does your stomach hurt? Is your waist sore?"
What happened last time still scared him.
Ye Jindian waved her hands repeatedly: "Nothing happened, I'm fine."
Zhang Min was worried, so while she was washing up, he ran to make ginger tea and brought her warm water made from motherwort for her to soak her feet.
Xiao Huang ran happily on all fours and almost couldn't keep up with him.
Afraid that his coldness would make her feel uncomfortable, he did not take a cold shower, but took a hot bath instead. After luring Xiao Huang away with dried meat, he quickly closed the door and covered her feet with his belly.
The sole of my foot stepped on a piece of hard muscle.
The unprecedented tactile experience made her subconsciously want to pull her foot back.
Zhang Min held it firmly.
"My lady, don't move around. Be careful not to catch a cold or have a stomachache." He followed the instructions given by Madam Lan and massaged her calves to relieve the pain.
Apart from consummating their marriage, the couple did not do any intimate things.
Ye Jindian only struggled for a moment and never struggled again.
Not only did she not struggle, her free foot was also very restless, jumping back and forth on Zhang Min's thigh.
"My wife..." Zhang Min simply bent down, pressed both legs against his waist and abdomen, and hugged her, "Don't move around."
Ye Jindian said "hmm".
Then, something tickled the soles of her feet.
She subconsciously moved her feet and clamped it.
The soles of the feet are warm, flexible and hot.
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