Chapter 28 Vest is a little dangerous Vest is a little dangerous
The kiss was gentle but long.
Ye Jindian didn't know that kissing someone could be addictive.
Their lips pressed softly together, like the touch of two newborn animals, a strange and warm experience. They were both eager to get closer, breathing in each other's breath, yet they were cautious, only daring to take in a little at a time, never knowing how to be satisfied.
I don’t know how much time had passed, but Ye Jindian’s waist felt a little sore when she bent down.
She paused, panting.
Realizing that she didn't move, Zhang Min stopped with difficulty, pecked her on the lips, opened his watery, flushed eyes to look at her, and moved his mouth away.
He swallowed and asked, "What's wrong?"
Ye Jindian's cheeks flushed, and she leaned her head against his forehead and looked at him.
It was the first time they were so close, and when they looked at each other again, they felt inexplicably embarrassed and looked away as soon as their eyes met.
"Hmm..." She held her knees, straightened her back, and said vaguely, "My waist is a little tired."
Zhang Min subconsciously put his arm around her lower back and squeezed it, then lowered his eyes to see her bare feet in clogs without any footwear, and pulled up the hem of his clothes to cover her feet to prevent her from catching a cold.
He pressed the knee of one leg to the ground and raised the other leg. He patted the leg that was pressed down and asked her, "Do you want to step on it to warm it up?"
Ye Jindian really wanted to do it, but was afraid of hurting him, so she hesitated and refused.
"I'll just sit on the bed."
She shrank back onto the bed and sat against the headboard.
Zhang Min stood up and propped up the pillow for her so that her waist could rest more comfortably.
"Do you want to press it again?" He was a little reluctant to leave, his fingers rested on her waist affectionately but contentedly, lightly circling her.
Ye Jindian nodded: "Okay."
Zhang Min's hands then began to move, gently circling the somewhat tense muscles.
"How come you massage me so comfortably?" Ye Jindian closed her eyes, enjoying it and relaxing a little. "It feels more skilled and powerful than my mother's."
Zhang Min stammered.
Ye Jindian didn't hear the answer, so she opened her eyes and looked at him: "Husband?"
Is this some secret that can't be told? Why is there such a sudden silence?
"No." Zhang Min shook his head, the blush quickly fading from his cheeks. He seemed reluctant to talk about this matter. "You were unconscious for a long time, and I don't know when you will wake up. Just in case, Madam Lan taught me and Aunt Wan to massage your arms, legs and feet every day."
He is the one who does the kneading at least three times a day.
He knew that Ye Jindian was active and rarely quiet except for reading and writing, so he would help her stay active for a while.
Seeing that his face looked wrong, Ye Jindian was about to ask a question when she was pressed on a painful spot. She couldn't help but scream "Ah" and subconsciously dodged forward.
In front of me was Zhang Min's slightly leaning arms.
She put her hands on her husband's shoulders, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Be gentle."
"Did I hurt you?"
They both spoke at the same time, their eyes meeting.
The atmosphere suddenly became subtle.
The two people who had just tasted intimacy put all their restraint on "not scaring each other" and could not control anything else.
Their eyes dropped and their lips stuck together again, difficult to separate.
Zhang Min was afraid that she was tired, so he helped her lean back on the pillow, held her face and kissed her closely.
Occasionally, when his sanity returned, he would wonder if he had forgotten something or someone...
But soon, he thought again -
Forget it, except for my wife, everyone else has to wait aside even if the king comes.
*
Next door, the inner hall.
Gongsun Shuo raised his forehead, woke up from a short nap, and looked at Luo Ying with a gloomy face. His amber eyes contained a trace of resentment rising to the sky.
"What time is it now? Why hasn't Zhang Zimei come back yet?!"
Luo Ying touched his nose and offered him a cup of tea: "Young General, have a cup of warm tea and get some more sleep."
The Prime Minister gestured for the secret guards to retreat again and again, and it was estimated that they would not be able to come back for a while.
Gongsun Shuo raised his teacup and drank with the energy of a cup of wine.
After finishing the tea, he put the cup on the table.
He folded his strong arms, leaned back in the armchair, closed his eyes and went back to sleep.
This was repeated three times, and before General Gongsun's patience ran out, Zhang Min finally came back with a happy face and swollen lips.
Gongsun Shuo gritted his teeth and said, "May I ask, Right Prime Minister, do you still remember that there was someone named me tonight?"
"Tell me the truth." Zhang Min lifted his skirt and sat down. He took the teacup handed to him by Luo Ying and nodded. "I forgot."
Gongsun Shuo: “…”
He is really honest for being so outspoken.
Zhang Min scraped away the tea foam and took a sip. "But it doesn't matter. Fu Feng said that the rebels under the name of the Shi Family Army won't arrive so soon. And before they enter the capital, they plan to make one more test and find someone to assassinate me."
Those people would not dare to enter Beijing unless they were sure that he was seriously injured.
"You're the only one seriously injured, that's all?" Gongsun Shuo scoffed. "Aren't they overthinking it?"
Even if Zhang Min falls, he and Li Wuzhi are still guarding the capital. Even if all their generals fall, as long as the soldiers are still there, it will not be difficult for Your Majesty to defend the city alone.
The kingdom of Dayan was built by His Majesty and a group of his brothers with their own hands!
Where do they get the confidence to think that everything will be fine as long as they can take down the most ruthless person?
"If they weren't stupid, how could they have thought they could still occupy the capital after His Majesty's proclamation?" Zhang Min drank half a cup of tea, put it down, and relaxed his aching neck. "Let's go, pick up Xie Zhaoming, and familiarize ourselves with the terrain."
After working all night, it was a good opportunity for him to pretend to be weak, giving the assassin the illusion that they could inflict serious damage on him.
*
The next day.
Ye Jindian went to the blacksmith shop as usual.
However, this time she saw an acquaintance - Xie Zhaoming, who had black eyes, a smile on his face, and was dignified and elegant.
She looked up at the blacksmith shop sign fluttering in the wind, then at the farm tools hanging on the wall, the burning stove, the muddy pool, and the blacksmith drenched in sweat.
His gaze turned and fell on the profile of Xie Zhaoming, who was dressed neatly and had a relaxed posture.
She wondered how such a gentle person could be in the blacksmith shop, seemingly having a stalemate with the boss.
"Thank you for your kindness, sir, but we only know how to make farm tools and kitchen knives, not bows and crossbows." The host refused and said, "If you have nothing else to do, please go back."
His eyes were stern, but when he caught sight of Ye Jindian, his expression suddenly changed, and he shouted, "Why are you here again? Are you done yet? I told you we don't hire female craftsmen here."
The boss came out in a hurry and chased the man away with extreme ferocity, almost attacking him.
Ye Jindian looked puzzled.
When she came here before, the boss was just indifferent, but she had never seen such anger.
Before she could ask, a hand suddenly reached out, stopped the Dong family, and separated the two of them.
——That was Xie Zhaoming’s personal attendant.
Xie Zhaoming glanced at the host and looked at Ye Jindian. He took two steps towards her and bowed with his hand.
He was courteous and gentle, "Mrs. Ye, it's been a long time since we last met. How are you?"
"Thank you for your concern, my husband and I are doing well."
Although Ye Jindian was full of doubts, she still returned the gift with a smile, and her etiquette was impeccable.
I just don't know why these two ordinary greetings made the host feel uncomfortable, so that his face turned red and he almost burst into a curse.
"Are you in the same group?" He looked at Ye Jindian, his eyes showing changing emotions. He said three "good" words in a row, each one more emotional than the last, and paused after each word, as if arrows were shooting out one after another.
He laughed wildly, almost at his own expense.
Ye Jindian frowned slightly, looked at the unusual owner, then looked at Xie Zhaoming, whose expression remained gentle and unchanging. "I wonder what the owner of the iron shop and Mr. Xie are doing?"
"It's nothing, actually." Xie Zhaoming said slowly, "Some weapons in the Weiwei Temple are broken and need to be repaired by the Military Equipment Supervisor. However, the Military Equipment Supervisor has been very busy recently, so I'm just running errands for the Supervisor and looking for some skilled craftsmen to help."
Secret Guard: “…”
He is worthy of being the best liar in Dayan. Look at how his eyelids don’t twitch and his face doesn’t blush.
and--
What he said was half true and half false, making it difficult to tell.
If there were spies from the Shi family army at this moment, they would probably mistakenly believe that the imperial court's weapons were severely damaged and were in the process of being repaired, making them vulnerable to attack.
Tsk tsk.
No wonder the Prime Minister said that he would rather offend ten Li Wuji than offend one Xie Huli.
"Repair weapons?" Ye Jindian's eyes lit up, but seeing that her boss looked uneasy, she became cautious and didn't ask any more questions. She just pretended not to understand and asked, "So the court also looks for craftsmen from the people to repair weapons?"
Xie Zhaoming smiled faintly: "Yes."
Ye Jindian suddenly felt a chill beneath his gentle smile.
She quickly found an excuse to leave.
Xie Zhaoming watched her leave, lost in thought. He asked his followers to inquire about Ye Jindian in the surrounding shops and learned what she had said before.
"So it's her." Xie Zhaoming suddenly realized, "I was wondering why Zhang Zimei, who has endured to this age, suddenly came to his senses and is so eager to get married. It turns out that the person in front of him is the one he loves..."
As soon as he heard the news, he hurried back from outside the pass and almost lost his life.
The attendant asked, "Since Madam Ye can forge weapons, why not let her try and see if she can..."
"Ah." Xie Zhaoming shook his head. "This matter is confidential and innocent people must not be implicated."
He should find a way to pry this person away——
Xie Zhaoming looked at the owner of the blacksmith shop, who was filled with indignation, as if he had been framed by someone.
*
After Ye Jindian got away from the blacksmith shop, she ran away as fast as she could.
Afraid of being caught if she took the usual route, she deliberately crossed two or three narrow alleys, intending to go around the side of the prime minister's residence and go home.
Luo Ying was hiding at the entrance of the alley. Seeing Ye Jindian coming over here, she was dumbfounded: "My God of Killing General! Jade-faced Prime Minister!! Why is my sister-in-law coming over here?"
Doesn't she usually walk on the side of the Zishui River?
Several team leaders were also dumbfounded, their scalps almost splitting into pieces.
Who the hell put my sister-in-law in this alley? They had to work hard all night to lure spies here to lure their "seriously injured, yet stubbornly facing the emperor" prime minister!
at this time.
Zhang Min just changed into court robes, put on a mask, slowly moved from the backyard to the side door, and stepped out.
When his second foot landed on the ground, Ye Jindian came out of the alley and met his eyes across half a street.
“!!”
Why is my wife here?
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