Chapter 8: To my brother: I can crush him to death with one finger; To my wife: Does it hurt? ...
Zhang Min glanced at Luo Ying in the dark.
There was no need to speak, the pressure accumulated over the years seemed to have a physical presence falling on the other person, like carrying a mountain, weighing heavily on his back.
Luo Ying waved her hands frantically and shouted in a low voice, "Prime Minister, this has nothing to do with me."
Although his team was composed entirely of the Prime Minister's guards who were responsible for collecting intelligence and arresting people, they kept their mouths shut and would not utter a single word.
Gongsun Shuo leaned his hands against the wall, his body slightly tilted.
The young man spoke in a clear, melodious voice, "You took leave and didn't attend court, and His Majesty didn't secretly summon you to the palace. Furthermore, your current mission requires you to stay out of the sight of the court. Are you unaware that Fox has returned from Beiwan?"
After he said that, Zhang Min understood who leaked the information.
fox.
This is Mrs. Lan’s husband Xie Zhaoming.
After Dayan was founded, the generals were rewarded according to their merits. Among them, the five who had followed the current emperor from the very beginning of the campaign had the greatest contributions and held the highest official positions.
Among the military generals, Zhang Min should be the first, followed by Li Wuzhi whom he recruited, and the third is Gongsun Shuo, the youngest of the five, the queen's brother, who is both the king's brother-in-law and the major general; among the civil officials, the one with the greatest contribution is the left prime minister Du Junze, and the second is their fox military advisor Xie Zhaoming, who is frail and coughs three times with every step he takes.
Among the five people, except Du Junze who was born in a poor family and Li Wuzhi who was born into a bandit family, the rest were all fallen aristocrats who rose again. They grew up together and knew each other well.
It is because they know each other so well and have a life-long friendship, that when they are together on a daily basis, their skin becomes useless and more transparent than soaked tissue paper.
As for the embarrassing things that happened to everyone when they were growing up, they are well known to everyone.
Hearing that Xie Zhaoming had returned, Zhang Min sucked his teeth, feeling a bit sour: "Where did he see me again?"
He felt that he was in conflict with the literati.
When he was a child, there was a guy named Xie Zhaoming who was always against him. Whenever he climbed the wall, the guy would definitely move the ladder away. Whenever he went into the river, the guy would step on his clothes on the shore and get them wet. When he grew up and entered the court, there was still an old-fashioned Du Junze who debated with him every day and criticized him for his shortcomings.
Oh, now the lady says she likes the weak scholar whom he hates the most.
Li Wuji laughed with schadenfreude, "On the banks of the Zishui River."
He plucked a bamboo leaf, placed it on Gongsun Shuo's head, twisted it off with two fingers, and pinched his throat to recreate the scene.
"Ma'am, there are flowers."
Gongsun Shuo hissed, pushed him away, and rubbed his arms frantically: "Just say it, don't get close to me."
He usually looks wild and unruly, with a tough face and a huge build, but it's really unbearable to see him suddenly act like this.
Zhang Min: “…”
It seems that he and the military generals don't get along very well.
Li Wuji withdrew his hand and returned to his normal tone, nodding at the thief in his hand: "We have answered your doubts. Isn't it time to talk about this opera actor? What kind of opera are you planning to perform? Do you need help?"
It is not easy to pursue your wife to this extent.
As brothers in this life, he could lend a helping hand as appropriate.
"You're overthinking it. Would I hire someone to stage this?" Zhang Min threw the thief to their feet, patted the dust off his hands, and blew it away. "He's just a thief who climbed over the wrong wall and took the wrong road. I can strangle him to death with just one finger."
There is no need for them to help out.
The thief stumbled and bumped his head against the wall, falling into the rubble, leaving uneven marks on his butt.
He touched his lower back, wanting to cry but unable to.
Wow, how could his life be so miserable, choosing after thousands of choices to settle on a family with only a sickly young lady and a weak scholar. But in the end, this weak scholar was even more difficult to deal with than the strong man next door!
“Crack—”
In the darkness, the slight sound of the bed bouncing back could be heard from the inner room.
Several sharp-eyed and sharp-eared generals immediately lowered their voices and looked at each other.
Some people's eyes were filled with interest in watching the show, while others' eyes revealed a hint of panic as if something was going to go wrong.
"Husband? Who are you talking to?" Ye Jindian heard some noise in a daze, and immediately lit the lamp, put on her clothes, stood up, and pushed open the door.
When Zhang Min heard the sound of flint, his face changed. He grabbed the ankles of his two colleagues, lifted them up and pushed them to the top of the wall, throwing them out.
"Goodbye, I won't see you off."
“???”
Just as they were about to face the ground, Gongsun Shuo and Li Wuji flipped in the air, supported themselves on their knees and half-crouched to steady their bodies. They raised their heads at the same time and stared at the wall in front of them in disbelief.
Li Wuji pressed the tip of his tongue against his teeth, suppressing the curses he was about to say. He raised his index finger and pointed it at Zhang Min, gritting his teeth and saying, "Is this your good brother?"
She would rather push them away than pull them down and give them an identity so that they can meet her sister-in-law openly and say hello.
"Who are you insulting?" Gongsun Shuo stood up, patted his slightly wrinkled sleeves, and threw the words back at him, "That's clearly your good brother."
Inside the wall.
The thief looked up in panic, stunned at the scholar in front of him with amazing strength. He turned and climbed the wall, sobbing, "I can walk by myself."
This scholar is so scary.
Two men with such broad and strong chests and thick arms were thrown out by him with just a flick of his hand!
But the little thief can't run away.
If he ran away, Zhang Min would have no way to explain to Ye Jindian.
He immediately picked up the broom from the corner and swept it hard, knocking the thief, who was climbing the wall like a gecko, unconscious to the ground.
When Ye Jindian walked to the inner corridor, what she saw was her handsome husband looking a little flustered, tightly gripping the broom, and suddenly turning back to look at her.
At that time, the bright moon emerged from the embrace of dark clouds, and the beauty's scattered black hair swung out a soft and smooth arc, outlining his slender waist.
The pair of bright eyes looking at her gently swayed the moonlight.
She was startled and quickly walked towards him with the lamp in hand. She pulled the handsome husband who was frozen in place away and dragged him behind her to protect him. She stared at the unconscious thief warily.
"There was a thief in the house? Are you okay?"
Zhang Min shook his head nervously, afraid that she would become suspicious.
"I'm fine," he said. "I'm just sorry I disturbed my wife."
Fearing that the other party was pretending to be unconscious, Ye Jindian raised her foot and stepped on his ankle twice. Seeing that he did not react, she put the lamp on the platform beside her, took down the rope hanging from the corridor, and used a pig rope to hang the man up and hang him from the tree.
Zhang Min wanted to go forward to help, but found that his wife was very skilled in the movements and there was no room for him to intervene.
After checking the rope again to make sure that the other party could not hurt them, Ye Jindian clapped her hands and turned around to look carefully at her husband who was holding the broom anxiously.
Her gaze slid down from his chest to the spot where he had been pricked by the broom bristles - a few beads of blood were oozing out from there.
"What's going on?" She walked quickly towards Zhang Min.
Zhang Min stammered, lowered his eyes, and his mind raced to find a reasonable excuse.
“Actually, I woke up at night…”
Before the excuse could completely escape from the throat, it slid down into the stomach with a loud "clang" sound, buzzing in the ears.
Ye Jindian gently pinched the tiger's mouth.
She drew the thorn out in the candlelight. Not wanting to hurt him, she moved very gently, bending slightly, lifting the hair from her ear, and lowering her head to blow on the wound.
The thorn was pulled out and the blood was wiped off with the cloth in her hand.
She raised her eyes to look at him, put down his hand, and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"
The beautiful husband is really thin-skinned. He sees that the place is clean and tidy, even the pile of empty baskets placed nearby are not tilted. He must have discovered the thief as soon as he entered.
He might have waved his broom, knocked the thief unconscious, and hurt himself.
She brushed her thumb across the back of his hand as a soothing gesture, then Ye Jindian stood up and prepared to let go of his hand.
Zhang Min didn't feel any pain, but when he met those eyes, he thought of his wife who had come close to him a short while ago and then swiftly pulled out the thorn and walked away from him. The plot of the script he had just read flashed through his mind.
He subconsciously said, "It hurts." He tentatively put his hand back into her palm and said, "Madam, can you blow on me again?"
Seeing her handsome husband's expectant look, how could Ye Jindian refuse?
She reached out and held the dry, slender fingers, pulled them under her lips, and blew gently from a distance of two fingers.
The breath is warm and slightly moist.
Zhang Min's fair and delicate face suddenly turned slightly red.
He pursed his red lips, lowered the corners of his moist eyes, and seemed embarrassed. Under the moonlight, his whole body exuded an inexplicable...shyness.
On the top of the wall, two heads popped up quietly and witnessed this scene.
“…”
hiss--
Zhang Zimei must be possessed by a ghost.
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