Chapter 88 I just love her so much [End of the text]
The first snow covered the sky and earth.
After a few days, Zhang Min's handover was completed, and the entire army gradually broke camp and returned to the capital.
The wind and snow were not too heavy. Before the snow buried them, Ye Jindian was finally able to see Shengjing and the familiar Zishui River Avenue.
The carriage stopped in front of the Right Prime Minister's Mansion.
Zhang Heng, Princess Kangning, and their group were all there. Xie Ling was lying in a private room in a nearby shop, half-opening the window and waving at her. There was also someone—
The lady stood in the crowd, standing on tiptoe and looking up.
"Mother!" Ye Jindian's eyes suddenly brightened. She couldn't wait to lift the curtain and jump out of the car. She lifted her skirt and ran towards her and threw herself into her arms.
Zhang Min was behind him, and he was so frightened that he almost fainted.
Seeing her running forward safely, his face, which had been pale for a moment, turned red again.
Ye Wanniang was also frightened by her.
Only when she threw herself into my arms did my heart finally settle down, and I found the voice I had lost: "My dearest sweetheart, let me see if you've lost weight."
Ye Jindian sniffed, opened her hands, and spun them around. "No, I eat well and sleep well... too, so how could I be thin?" She took Ye Wanniang's hand in hers and measured her wrist and waist. "Mother, have you... gained weight?"
She felt a little complicated.
This is the first time that the mother and daughter have been separated for such a long time. They must have missed each other all the time, but how come they have both gained weight?
Ye Wanniang smoothed her hair and said, "Humph, your uncle and his people are not doing well, so your mother's appetite has increased. How can she not be fat?"
After more than half a year in Jiangnan, she saw all the suffering of those bastards in her mother's family, and her depressed mood after leaving her daughter was relieved.
As for her old mother...
It is considered a happy funeral if he died of old age before his family declined.
The mother and daughter reminisced about the past, and pulled Zhang Heng and Princess Kangning into the yard, one on each side, and began to tell their experiences of the past few days.
Zhang Min, who was thrown at the door: "..."
Li Wuji leaned over, put his arm around his shoulder, and whispered in his ear the words Xiao Min had shouted at the ministers who were trying to persuade him when he was dealing with the old minister:
"General Dingguo and Madam Dingguo have worked tirelessly for Dayan. Old Sikong plotted against them. The evidence is solid. Do you still want to wait for the execution?
"My Lords, isn't this too chilling for General Dingguo?
"Or do you all think that a ruler doesn't need to distinguish right from wrong, but rewards and punishes appropriately, and only needs to take advantage of everything?"
Xiao Min's sharp eyes swept across the crowd at that time, as if as long as the other party dared to say "yes", he would push the person out and execute him immediately.
Their Majesty is indeed a soft-hearted monarch.
But that was only for his own people. He was the one who had piled up mountains of corpses and seas of blood to make a path. No matter how gentle his methods were, he would not be afraid to kill those who got in his way.
Li Wuzhi spoke fluently, and he almost wanted to jump onto the roof of the car and imitate that slightly arrogant look.
Zhang Min rolled his eyes at him, walked away without warning, and entered the mansion.
Li Wuzhi staggered and almost fell headfirst to the ground, turning into a green garlic.
“…”
You bastard who has no regard for his brothers!
*
The next few days.
Ye Jindian was busy delivering gifts to everyone, almost a small box for each person. Wang Si Niang also received a basket of dates and a storybook.
She was a little surprised, and after accepting it, she hurriedly rummaged through the boxes and drawers to look for the gift.
Unable to find anything good, he went to the cellar and dug out a basket of dried vegetables and stuffed it into her hands.
The gifts from others were mostly a fur coat, a twenty-pound bag of dried meat, and a basket of dates.
There were two more things on Princess Corning's fur coat, one was sand in a porcelain bottle, and the other was rose stone unique to the desert wrapped in cotton cloth.
When she saw the palm-sized rose stone, her tears silently welled up in her eyes and suddenly fell.
Hidden in the falling tears are scrolls of images of mother and father every time they come back from outside. When they open their palms, there is always a unique rose stone lying in them.
However, after the death of my mother and father, those rose stones were scattered during the war and no one knew where they were lost.
"despair--"
Tears fell on Rhodonite.
Princess Corning laughed out loud as if relieved, and reached out to pick it up.
Only one day after the gifts were sent out, the return gifts were delivered to the back house of the Right Prime Minister's Mansion. They were all various precious hairpins. Only Xie Ling was unique and sent a box of fine iron.
Zhang Min was busy reporting to the palace, and took the opportunity to take on the task of searching the old Sikong's mansion and supervising the beheading.
For a dynasty, treason is an unforgivable crime.
Xiao Min didn't want to keep Lao Sikong until spring, so he asked him to finish this matter as soon as possible before Zhang Min took a long vacation.
You don’t know until you check, and you’ll be shocked when you do.
Looking at the boxes of gold, jade and jewels being carried out and counted, Luo Ying was shocked. She bumped Fu Feng's arm and whispered softly, "Our Prime Minister has attacked hundreds of cities and confiscated so many treasures, right?"
He, the old Sikong, sat quietly in his deep house, but he colluded with corruption and accumulated so much wealth.
How unfair the world is!
On the day of execution, the old Sikong knelt in front of the gate in his prison clothes. Zhang Min lifted up his unique purple civil and military robe, half-knelt beside him, and asked him as usual if he had any unfulfilled wishes.
Old Sikong's white hair was blown messy by the northwest wind, just like the withered hay on the roadside at this season.
He sneered: "Are you proud of having knocked me down?"
"You're worrying too much." Zhang Min's expression was calm. "The Grand Marshal is just the mountain that young Zhang Shiliulang wants to climb, not the mountain I want to climb."
When he was young, he did resent him for helping the tyrant.
The elders at that time were like mountains that were impossible to climb, making the young man feel desperate and angry.
"Since I arrived in Mobei, I've realized you're nothing more than a small mound of earth." Zhang Min stood up and patted his robe. "It seems you don't have any last wishes, so I'll kill you as soon as possible. My wife wants some mutton soup, so I have to go to the market."
He walked up to the platform and dropped his signature.
*
The knotted garlic falls into the pot.
The mutton soup gurgled and foamed, which was then carefully scooped away by Zhang Min.
Ye Wanniang sat in the sun-filled courtyard, watching the kitchen. She pinched Ye Jindian's cheek and said, "Did you teach him how to cook? You're quite good at training your husband."
Ye Jindian lowered her voice and said, "Not really. I only gave him a few pointers after he learned it."
Given his delicate and delicate appearance as a scholar back then, she would never have the nerve to let him work in the kitchen. It was already good enough that she didn't have to rely on others for food and clothes.
She was afraid that the smoke would rise and make him faint!
"Then this child is quite insightful, and has some of your father's style."
"Dad also learned to cook for Mom?"
"It's not really cooking."
"ah?"
"He burned the kitchen three times and roasted a sheep without wool. After peeling off the black charcoal, the mutton inside was still quite tender."
“…”
Ye Jindian was a little in awe of her mother.
*
A bowl of mutton soup on a winter afternoon is the perfect and most comfortable thing.
After drinking the mutton soup, they carried two baskets of sacrificial offerings to Dongshan to burn incense for their old father who had roasted a whole lamb in the kitchen three times.
It was the first time Zhang Min saw his father-in-law's grave and he was quite nervous. He was afraid that he was not well prepared, so he read the regulations Fu Feng gave him in advance eight times.
He kept muttering to himself along the way.
Ye Jindian pursed her lips and said, "Husband, don't be nervous. Father won't jump out of his grave to talk to you."
"No, no," Zhang Min shook his head repeatedly. "What if my father-in-law is not happy with me and asks you to change your husband in a dream? What should I do?"
When meeting someone for the first time, you still have to leave a good impression.
For example, when he first met Aunt Wan, he was helping to rescue food, and Aunt Wan never objected to them being together.
Because he played the villain when they first met, Xie Huli almost didn't get his bride on the wedding day when he married Wei Chulan!
After making all the preparations, he still fumbled when he opened his mouth and shouted, "Son-in-law, your father-in-law is here to see you."
Ye Jindian: “…”
Ye Wanniang: “…”
…
It's really laughable.
The sharp-tongued right prime minister, who had a photographic memory, suddenly became a stutterer and broke into a cold sweat while paying homage to a grave.
Ye Wanniang found it amusing. After burning some incense and paper money, she asked them to go away. "I have some heartfelt words to say to your father alone."
Every time she came to pay her respects, Ye Wanniang would always mutter something beside the tombstone.
Ye Jindian has also gotten used to it.
She picked up another basket and took Zhang Min's sweaty hand: "Come on, I'll take you somewhere."
As they walked away, the stiff fingers in his palm relaxed, turned over and drilled into her palm, spreading out his five fingers, holding them tightly, and pressing them against his side.
"Ma'am, where are you taking me?"
Ye Jindian pointed to the dilapidated temple not far away: "There."
Zhang Min looked at the basket in her hand with doubt: "Are you going to worship those children?"
No wonder so many offerings were brought.
"Yes." Ye Jindian slowly approached the ruined temple, "But not entirely."
She wanted to fulfill her vow and thank the gods and Buddhas.
Thank Him for protecting me and helping me find my brother smoothly.
Insert the incense sticks into the furnace.
In the curling smoke, she made three more wishes.
First, I wish my relatives and friends good health; second, I wish I can grow old together with my loved ones; third, I wish the world to be forever peaceful.
*
Zhang Min was given a long vacation, and after the Military Equipment Supervisor transferred Ye Jindian to the position of Director of the Archery and Crossbow Department, he also gave her a long vacation.
They took Xiao Huang, who had been fed into a round ball by the old cook in the Right Prime Minister's Mansion, back to the small courtyard to clean up the place themselves, planning to stay there for a few days.
It took two days just to clean the house inside and out.
On the third day, I finally had some free time. I lit a small red clay stove, made tea and read.
The winter snow falls under the eaves, rustling in the wind, and listening to it makes me feel particularly peaceful.
Most of the trees planted in the yard have turned white, but the bamboo still has some green left, accompanied by the lonely red plum blossom in the corner, adding a touch of vitality.
Ye Jindian suddenly remembered the peach wine and apricot wine stored in the cellar.
Seeing Zhang Min go in to select books, she went to move them alone: "Husband, I'm going to get something from the kitchen."
Zhang Min thought she wanted to change the wine utensils, so he didn't pay much attention to it. He just leaned over to respond and picked up a book from the storybooks to flip through.
As I flipped through the pages, I felt that the story looked quite familiar.
This is not—
His life story.
After flipping through a few pages, he remembered what the big-eyed scholar had given to his wife, and he understood it instantly.
My wife asked someone to write down their story!
He immediately put down the other books and took this one out to quickly read through it.
Ye Jindian was busy tasting the wine and changing to a small jar to hold the wine, which delayed her for a while.
Zhang Min had finished reading the storybook and put it aside, watching Xiao Huang running on the snow to calm down.
It's useless.
He turned around and fiddled with the wooden figures on the windowsill, placing the two wooden figures close together and next to the calamus.
Looking at the wooden figures leaning against each other, he took a sip of cold tea.
But when Ye Jindian turned into the inner corridor holding the jar of wine, she could see his unusual excitement at a glance and stuffed the jar of wine into the arms of the person who was walking quickly towards her.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Why is your face red?
Zhang Min looked at her with sparkling eyes, opened the jar and sniffed: "Peach wine?"
"Hmm." Ye Jindian raised the small jar in her hand and walked to the inner corridor under the window sill. "There is also apricot wine. Don't you regret that you will miss the peach and apricot fruit season after leaving? I can't keep the letter for you, but I can keep the peach and apricot fruits for you."
She bent down and put the wine jar aside.
Before I even sat down, someone picked me up and held me tightly in a warm embrace.
Zhang Min leaned against the porch pillar and let her sit on his waist and abdomen, propping up her legs to serve as a chair back, and then wrapped her in fox fur to protect her from the cold wind.
Ye Jindian: "...What's wrong with you?"
Zhang Min shook his head.
When he was young and first realized his feelings for her, he was worried about his own serious illness and his life or death, so he thought that he should not drag her down. She was the light at the end of the darkness, so bright that no one would not follow her light and go to her.
It would be too much of a loss to tie up a person like him who is already fragile and constantly on the verge of life and death.
When they met again later, looking at the purse placed before him, he selfishly thought, "I don't care if the world turns pale. Just a moment of joy with her is enough to comfort me for the rest of my life."
"My wife—"
He just called her tenderly, leaned over and covered her lips, swallowing her unspoken words.
Nearly half an hour passed.
Ye Jindian, who was dizzy from the kiss, leaned on his shoulder and saw the book half-covered by the fox fur.
She understood instantly: "Have you finished reading the book?"
"Hmm." Zhang Min rubbed his nose against her neck, pecking it from time to time. He liked licking people even more than Xiao Huang. "I've just finished reading it quickly. I need to read it carefully several times."
Ye Jindian's ears suddenly felt hot, and she reached out to grab the storybook: "Don't read it."
Zhang Min quickly snatched the book away, preventing her from taking it. "Why?" He deliberately let out a look of confusion and turned the page. "I think it's well-written and worth reading over and over again. My lady, listen to this sentence - 'Zhang Sheng looked at Yao Niang and thought to himself, I felt that I loved her very much...'"
The peach and apricot trees in the yard are tall and graceful, covered in snow, their branches and leaves entwined and difficult to separate.
The dimming light from heaven filled the inner corridor. Two puppets stood side by side on the windowsill beside the cattails, watching the world with a smile.
Zhang Min looked up and read the book in his hand. Ye Jindian sat in his arms and reached out to grab it, but a hand held her waist firmly. Xiao Huang stood up and scratched the wooden floor of the corridor, wagging his tail happily at them.
The hawking sounds from the distant long street, mixed with the clinking sounds of neighbors cooking, are all pleasing to the ears.
It was an ordinary and peaceful day in Shengjing.
[End of Text]
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