Chapter 51 My husband is too shy My husband is too shy...
The sky gradually turned dark blue, without any thin clouds.
The walls and eaves are like distant mountains, with only cut-out black shadows left. Only the peach and apricot trees can still show some green in the evening breeze.
Zhang Min squatted in the corridor, wiping away the ink marks, and looked at Ye Jindian with a guilty look on his face: "My dear, I'm sorry. I scared you again."
After so many years, he still seems to have not learned how to treat someone well.
At first, he only wanted her to be safe, but he fell for her "husband" over and over again, becoming more and more greedy. His appearance won her favor, so he wanted the real him underneath to be liked by her as well, so he kept indulging himself and testing her...
It was not until she got into trouble again that he became like a wolf in sheep's clothing, retracting his sharp claws and carefully hiding himself.
But the claws didn't seem to be retracted, and hurt her again.
Could it be——
Can he really not be a sweet lover?
Under the shadow, Zhang Min couldn't help feeling a little confused and panicked.
However, if he were to let go...
The cool breeze in the night chilled his sweat-stained neck and forehead, chilling him deep into his heart.
When his thoughts were in a mess, Ye Jindian raised her hand and placed it on his forehead.
Her handkerchief had been soiled by her use, so she simply wiped his sweat with the inside of her sleeve. "Why do you feel guilty, husband? I've seen plenty of fighting at the border, so I'm not easily frightened by you."
What made her even more worried was the way his face turned pale with anger.
"Why," she deliberately joked, "does my husband underestimate my courage?"
Zhang Min lifted her arm with his elbow and tilted his head away: "Don't get your clothes dirty."
He hadn't showered yet and was completely dirty.
After hearing the latter part, he hurriedly explained it clearly, fearing that she would misunderstand: "How could it be so? My lady didn't change her face when facing the bandits. How could she be a coward?"
"That's right, then you have nothing to feel guilty about." Ye Jindian pressed his hand: "Don't move."
Pinching her cuffs tightly, she gently pressed them on the cheek that was damp with sweat. Not surprisingly, she saw a pair of thin red ears and a crimson neck.
I've been close to him quite a few times now, but why does my ears and neck still turn red so easily?
She reached out and fiddled with it twice.
Zhang Min shuddered: "Madam?"
He instantly forgot what he was about to say.
"Hmm?" Ye Jindian looked back calmly, as if she wasn't the one who reached out her hand just now. "Are you done packing? Then let's go cook together?"
She stood up and pulled him to his feet.
I came back a little late today, so I still have to light the lights in the kitchen.
She took the meat down from the roof, washed it, minced it, beat an egg, and sprinkled a handful of chopped greens on it.
After the water in the rice boils for a while, you can put it in to steam.
The remaining minced meat is used to make臊子. After frying the water spinach, pour out the juice and spread the臊子 on top. It smells delicious.
Both dishes are very simple home-cooked meals. When the rice is steamed, the dishes are taken out of the pot and placed on the dining table, emitting hot steam under the candlelight.
Zhang Min sat on a small stool and wrote down the recipe, feeling quite melancholy.
He didn't know when he would be able to master his cooking skills so that his wife could take his place. She would just have to sit and push the firewood while he washed his hands and cooked some dishes.
Ye Jindian washed her hands. Zhang Min had already served the meal and was waiting for her to eat together.
She casually mentioned, "I'm taking a day off for the next three days. When will my husband take a day off at the academy?"
Generally speaking, academies, like the imperial court, have days off, but they are occasionally abolished and saved up for holidays.
In this way, people who live not too far from home can go home.
"I'm also taking a day off tomorrow."
Zhang Min thought that he would have to be busy starting from tomorrow night, and he would probably be busy for a long time. He also needed to tell his wife in advance to avoid her worrying.
only--
This reason is really hard to find.
He couldn't possibly trouble everyone in Minglu Academy to perform this drama with him; that would be too much trouble.
There was a slight hesitation, which was noticed by Ye Jindian: "Husband, do you have something to say?"
Zhang Min hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether this was exciting or not, and whether he could say it out loud.
Ye Jindian scooped a spoonful of egg custard for him: "Why don't you tell me?" She turned her head to look at him, "What kind of important secret is this? My husband is worried about me, afraid that I will leak it?"
"No—" Zhang Min cried out in injustice, taking a big mouthful of rice, making the sides of his mouth bulge. He looked at her resentfully and muttered vaguely, "My lady, you are wronging me."
Apart from military secrets, what else could he not say to her...well, he couldn't even reveal his identity.
He turned his head and looked at the bright moon hanging high in the sky outside the window, his eyes becoming more and more resentful.
Ye Jindian looked at him, turned around to find a clean bowl, poured a glass of water and placed it next to him: "Don't take such a big sip, be careful not to choke."
Zhang Min nodded, picked up the cup and took two sips: "Thank you, my lady."
Ye Jindian didn't exchange pleasantries with him. She sat down and continued to eat with her bowl in her hands, enjoying the night view outside the window.
Not long after, the person who had finished eating lay down on the wooden table, stretched out an index finger, and fiddled with the ends of her hair and the cloth bands that tied her hair that hung on her waist.
Ye Jindian: “…”
Is it true that the person who took the Chinese medicine is not her husband?
She lowered her eyes to look at him -
The candlelight was pouring in his direction, but half of his face was resting on his elbow, and the arched sleeves cast a distinct light gray shadow on the bridge of his nose, making his gentle features look particularly profound.
His drooping eyelids obscured his eyes, making him look even more lonely and desolate, as if he was afraid of being abandoned.
Even so, his posture was somewhat dignified.
Ye Jindian put down her bowl and chopsticks, and the man who was lying on the ground immediately stood up, brought hot water from the red clay stove, mixed it with cold water to make warm water, and brought it to her: "My lady, have some water."
Well, even the work of serving others is done in an elegant manner.
After she finished drinking, Fengya Langjun immediately cleared the dishes and started to get water for her to take a bath, busying in and out.
"My wife has been working hard these past few days. Take a bath to relieve your fatigue."
Ye Jindian took out the clothes and pajamas for tomorrow from the thin bamboo wardrobe, hung one set on the truss next to the dressing table, and the other set on the screen in the ear room.
She reached out and untied her belt: "Then my husband... stay and massage my shoulders?"
With a "puff", Zhang Min stepped on the water stains on the ground and hit the wall with a "bang", leaving a large red mark on his forehead.
The bucket in his hand also hit the thick wooden wall with a "bang".
Ye Jindian was startled, and casually put down her belt and gently pulled his hand away: "Why are you so careless? Does it hurt?"
She stood on tiptoe and blew gently on the affected area.
The warm scent of peach blossoms hit Zhang Min's forehead, gently pushing away the dull pain and making him shrink subconsciously.
"Don't move." Ye Jindian held his face and continued to blow on the red area.
But as the wind blew, the color seemed to spread more and more, even the cold white skin around it became flushed.
Her palms were getting hotter and hotter.
Her toes loosened and her heels landed on the ground. Ye Jindian looked at her husband with a wandering gaze suspiciously, and lowered her head to glance at her open collar.
The small clothes were still tied properly, so why should he be embarrassed?
She asked doubtfully, "Didn't we consummate our marriage on our wedding night?"
“Bang—”
The wooden barrel fell down, and Zhang Min quickly pulled her back.
After avoiding the wooden barrel, he hurriedly picked it up again and ran out before he even straightened up: "I, I'll get another bucket of hot water as a backup, my lady, you soak first."
Ye Jindian: “…”
My husband is too shy. It's just a question.
She shook her head helplessly, took off her clothes and placed them on the other side of the screen. After a quick rinse, she stepped on the footstool and climbed into the bathtub to soak.
The water temperature was just right, and her muscles, which had become sore from hammering with the hammer, relaxed instantly, allowing her to lean back with a sigh and close her eyes.
Not long after, Zhang Min came in with water and put it next to the bucket.
He wandered between the inner chamber and the atrium.
After a while, he asked from behind the screen, "Madam, are your shoulders feeling a little uncomfortable?"
"I wouldn't say I'm really uncomfortable." Ye Jindian didn't open her eyes, and her voice was a little lazy and weak, "Just a little sore."
If he feels reluctant, there is no need to force it...
Before she could even finish her thought, a pair of hands gently landed on her shoulders and began massaging them: "Is this strength okay?"
Ye Jindian opened her eyes.
The face above turned away to look at the screen beside him, as if there were something worth counting between the setting sun and the city wall.
If it weren't for the redness on his neck and his serious look, one would have no idea what he was doing.
She was so mesmerized that the spinous processes on Zhang Min's throat couldn't help but slide.
"My lady, don't look at me like that." He raised one hand to cover her eyes, and the lust in his eyes burst out, but he quickly suppressed it.
The palm that was brushed by the soft eyelashes also loosened and fell back on her shoulder.
After a while, the water began to cool. Zhang Min scooped two scoops of water and added it. Ye Jindian supported herself with her hands and sat up straight, leaning over the edge of the tub, exposing her back. "My waist is a little sore, too."
Zhang Min was embarrassed: "My wife——"
He tugged at his clothes uncomfortably.
Ye Jindian leaned on her hands and mumbled, "My waist aches..."
Zhang Min accepted his fate and put his hand on it, pinching the muscles with his thumb and index finger and pushing down.
He closed his eyes to avoid looking, but the thin waist with a thin layer of muscle in his hand fell on his palm without any obstruction, making him love it more than the bow and arrow made of the best mulberry wood.
I still remember that the first time he came into contact with mulberry wood was in a weapons shop. He was young and poor at that time and could not afford any bow, but he fell in love with the most expensive and best one at first sight.
It lies quietly on the shelf, its soft luster, the smooth bow body, and the arc you feel when holding it in your hand close to your thumb all demonstrate its unique charm that combines strength and softness.
After trying it, other bows seem bland.
later--
"Husband." Ye Jindian interrupted his thoughts and stuffed the soapnut next to him into his palm, "Wipe my back for me."
Before Zhang Min could come to his senses, his hand loosened and the soapberry slid down his waistline with the water.
He subconsciously chased after the soapberry, his arm submerged in the water, stirring the surface of the water "splashing". His fingertips touched the soapberry, and he turned his wrist downward, hooked it upward, and picked up the soapberry.
The soap beans floated into the palm of my hand, and my fingertips became slippery.
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