Chapter 44 "So my husband doesn't like clinging?" "So my husband...
Ye Jindian's childhood was actually very boring.
She was born in Jiangnan, and her father died in the war when she was still an infant.
A'niang didn't want to remarry, but her family members pressed her too hard and even had evil intentions, tying her up in a sedan chair and sending her to another family in exchange for food.
Her father was an orphan, and there was no one to help her in her husband's family. Her mother thought about it over and over again but could not find a solution, so she simply took her and fled to Nanling.
Nanling is full of mountains and valleys, with peaks and ridges stacked one upon another. The mountain roads are rugged and difficult to travel. Within the Ten Thousand Mountains, there are endless green waves, and it is difficult to find double-eaved roofs, let alone human figures.
A'niang never talked about the hardships of her escape, but Ye Jindian still remembered the hardships she had endured when she left Nanling for Mobei at the age of nine, so she naturally understood how difficult it was for her.
Most of the people living in Nanling are Miao people, most of whom are good at using poisons. Even if you are not in Jiuli City, you can often see young men and women playing with poisonous snakes and centipedes at the market, and fighting in circles.
Although this has led to rumors of Nanling being mysterious and eerie, the region is actually hidden deep in the mountains, with simple folk customs, friendly and kind to women, and far away from the wars among nations vying for power...
She and A Niang lived a peaceful life during those years.
From the time she was five or six, she would follow her mother every day, chopping trees, planing wood, collecting rocks from mountain streams, and weaving rattan baskets...
They built their home bit by bit, cultivated vegetable gardens and paddy fields, and dug ponds to raise fish.
Nanling is a vast area with a sparse population and few neighbors. When she was a child, she had no playmates. There was only an old lady who was always wrapped in black cloth and never showed her face, who taught her how to forge iron and make weapons.
"When I was nine years old, my aunt passed away. Before she died, she gave a weapon to my mother and me, and asked us to go to the desert to find a general and hand him the weapon and a letter."
Speaking of this, Ye Jindian glanced at the quiet crescent moon hanging high in the sky and thought of an old friend she met in the desert.
That was her first real friend.
I don’t know how he is doing these days, whether he is doing well or not.
Zhang Min took the empty cup from her hand and put it back on the tray: "Are you tired, my lady?"
Ye Jindian shook her head gently, took his arm, and leaned on his shoulder: "I haven't heard my husband talk about the interesting things in his childhood."
She also wanted to know something about him.
Even if it was just when I was a kid, I would wave a bamboo stick and pretend to be a general, knocking down my friends who were acting as enemies.
Zhang Min pulled the thin blanket next to him, shook it gently, and covered her with it.
The hazy moonlight cast a green shadow on the two people's knees, as if covering them with a soft gauze curtain, and the wind gently brushed the hem of their clothes.
He looked at the pair of bare hands that flickered in the light and shadow, and couldn't help but grab them and hold them in his palm: "Actually, my childhood was also very boring..."
It was so boring that there was nothing else to do except getting scolded, practicing martial arts and calligraphy.
The Zhang family is a noble family that has stood firm in the flames of war for hundreds of years. They are confident enough, but they have also suffered huge losses in the years of war and are about to become a giant tree with a hollow exterior.
So the noble aristocracy took a fancy to his mother, a money-making genius, and asked his father to do everything possible to trap her in a deep courtyard. He gave birth to two children as chains to tie her up tightly so that she could not escape, and then revealed her blood-sucking claws.
Even so, they would still label him a hypocrite.
The ridicule was endless, even at the dinner table, where one should eat in silence, the food was accompanied by a barrage of sarcasm and sarcasm. It seemed that if he didn't vent his dissatisfaction, if he couldn't find a word to reprimand him, the day would not be complete.
Therefore, he could never satisfy those people.
At the same time, he must also excel in the six arts of a gentleman. If he were to lose face in the Zhang family by competing with other sons of the aristocracy in literary or martial arts, what awaited A Niang and A Mei would be bloodless torture, leaving them pale and emaciated without a trace of blood.
He quickly skimmed over these unpleasant things and summarized them in just a few words.
——Including the yellow dog that was beaten to death by his cousin’s servants.
He simply said in a relaxed tone that the elders of the clan often asked him to compete with a certain eldest son named Xie, but as a result, the two became acquainted with each other and conspired to leave the family and set up their own business; he talked about the two years that his sister brought Gongsun Shuo and her fiancé to live in their home; he talked about how his sister and her crybaby fiancé held hands every day and irritated them.
With friends around, all the bitterness in life can be covered up by sweetness, and you can savor some of the good taste.
"You have no idea how much my sister spoils him," Zhang Min said, her tone tinged with laughter and envy. "He wants my sister to watch him practice martial arts in the morning, and he refuses to share the table with her at mealtimes. If anyone dares to leave my sister to work as a maid, he'll drop his whip and stay by their side, staring at them. He'll always call out for my sister. He insists on a response, or he'll look at her with tears in his eyes."
Anyway, the moment his sister left him, he felt like he was going to die.
So sticky it makes your teeth hurt.
At that time, they could never have imagined that such a clingy crybaby who valued friendship too much would become an emperor with the power of life and death in a high position.
Ye Jindian held his hand tightly. Knowing that he didn't want to talk too much about the unbearable past, she teased him, "So, my husband doesn't like being clingy?"
She pretended to let go of his hand and move away from him.
Zhang Min: “!!”
"That's not what I meant." He quickly hid their clasped hands in his arms, holding them there as if afraid someone would snatch them away. "I clearly just, just..."
Ye Jindian suppressed her smile, pretending not to understand, lowered her head and leaned closer to him: "Just what?"
"It's just..." He blushed, half-closed his eyes, and whispered, "...I just want someone to treat me like this."
Don't dislike his clinginess, don't leave him for too long, don't avoid him because of the worldly gaze, and be able to get a response every time he calls her.
The world is changing rapidly, and the battlefield is ruthless in reaping lives. Before he was twenty years old, he lost far more than he gained. He wanted to hold on tightly to what he cared about and hold it in his hands at all times.
Ye Jindian didn't expect him to be so blunt. She was stunned for a moment and didn't answer.
The night is quiet and gentle.
The sky, obscured by the shadows of the trees, was dark blue, the moon, shrouded in a thin veil, was white, and all the stars were dim, except for Sirius in the Well, which shone brightly.
The starlight and moonlight that leaked through layer by layer fell on the young man who was as clear and bright as the pine wind and water moon, and also on the young girl with a gentle and charming face, like the breeze under the forest.
Zhang Min looked at her fingers quietly, pinched them gently, and waited for her response. His heart was pounding like a war drum.
After a while, a "hmm" sound floated out from the fragrance of peaches and apricots.
Zhang Min caught the sound, but was a little unsure, so he tentatively called out, "Madam?"
"Hmm?" Ye Jindian responded.
The war drum in Zhang Min's heart was beating more and more fiercely, almost jumping out of his body and making a loud noise.
His eyes were bright and his voice was clearer: "Madam."
Ye Jindian: “Yeah.”
"My lady, my lady, my lady..."
“Hmm…”
*
When I woke up the next day, my husband was not by my side.
Ye Jindian woke up with sleepy eyes and saw a piece of letter pressed with yellow calamus on the table.
The characters he used in daily life were different from those used in large characters. He used regular script, which in her eyes was almost the same as the characters printed in the storybooks.
The letter said that the academy had an emergency and needed him.
She had received many such fragmentary instructions before, but she didn't take them too seriously. She picked them up and put them in a wooden box on her dressing table, together with the previous letters.
The wooden box was gently closed.
She dressed, combed her hair, and went to the kitchen with a wooden basin and a cloth.
The hot water in the kitchen pot is just the right temperature, so you can clean your teeth and wash your face without adding cold water.
When she turned around to hang the towel, the bamboo branches had been tied up with green strips of cloth and were tilted horizontally three feet above her head, definitely not touching her.
She stood on tiptoe, bent the bamboo branch, and let go.
The bamboo branches echoed with a buzzing sound, and the shattered morning light fell into her peach blossom eyes with a faint smile, rippling the water.
*
When Zhang Min heard the whistle, he quietly let go of the woman in his arms, went back to the next room to change clothes and comb his hair, quickly cleaned his teeth and face, and climbed over the wall to leave.
As he entered the main hall of the prime minister's residence, he immediately saw Gongsun Shuo playing with a yellow dog.
The young man had not yet worn a crown and a hairpin. His black hair was tied up high with a cloth belt, but not tied up completely. A thick ponytail hung over his shoulders. He rested his elbows on his knees and squatted to scratch the dog's chin.
The noble young uncle of the emperor, who comes from an aristocratic family, is uninhibited even when playing with a dog. With his broad shoulders and narrow waist, who can resist asking others, "Whose young man is this?"
It's that movement, it looks vaguely familiar.
Zhang Min narrowed his eyes, took the dry naan he got from the kitchen, took a big bite, tore it apart with force, snorted coldly, and passed behind him.
Gongsun Shuo: “???”
Why did the yellow dog provoke him again?
Even Xie Zhaoming, who had eight thousand ideas in his mind, could not understand what he was thinking about. He thought he was thinking about his beloved dog who died suddenly.
Li Wuji was even more direct. He fell from the wall and started to condemn: "Can't you just bring a black dog with you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp, white blade was placed on his neck.
"Hiss—" Li Wuji tilted his neck, "Be gentle, how come the weapons in your Prime Minister's Mansion are sharper than last time? Couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, so did everyone go out to sharpen their knives?"
Luo Ying looked at the general who never changed, the corners of her mouth twitched twice, she ignored him and handed the letter brought back by Fu Feng to her own prime minister.
Zhang Min took the letter, held the cake in his mouth, unfolded the letter and shook it over the fire, then grabbed the cake and started reading and chewing it, his brows almost knotted from chewing.
"What's wrong?" Xie Zhaoming had slept too well last night, and now he was still feeling a little sleepy and not very energetic.
Zhang Min munched on the dry biscuit in a few bites, burned the letter, drank two glasses of water, and wiped his water-stained, thin red lips. "Fufeng said that the bastard from the Shi family army who took power while holding an orphan and a widow hostage was trying to trick him. He took advantage of the flooding of the Zongshui River to shorten his journey by nearly ten days. When he wrote the letter, he was only five or six days away from the capital by land."
Xie Zhaoming asked, "Where did you get the letter from?"
Zhang Min: "Fuxian County."
Li Wuji was shocked: "Then it will arrive in three or four days."
Gongsun Shuo's expression was also stern.
"There's another piece of news." Zhang Min rubbed the black ash off his fingers. "The spy was on his way an hour earlier than this letter came. Now that the city gates are wide open, he must have already sneaked into the capital."
Everyone: “!!”
It’s so early in the morning, are you going to let us live?
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