Chapter 39 The Palm of Your Hand
There are two date trees at the shooting range.
The iron-like branches pierced straight into the azure sky, cutting the distant mountains into pieces, just like Zhang Min's uneasy heart at the moment.
Why are they together?
His answer seemed a bit too obvious.
Zhang Min could only slowly turn his gaze to Xie Huli, hoping that he would smooth things over and keep the matter under wraps.
Xie Zhaoming smiled elegantly, as warm as spring. "I'm a humble man, merely here to watch the fun. I'm a weak scholar, barely able to tie a chicken, and I have a chronic illness..." He coughed twice as he spoke, "How could I have the energy to keep company with those two?"
He cleverly took Zhang Min out separately, as if he was not traveling with him.
Li Wuji and Gongsun Shuo were not stupid. They usually teased Zhang Mingui as they pleased, but they did not dare to act rashly in such an important matter.
Gongsun Shuo said, "I have been ordered by the Junior General to come and test the crossbows."
Li Wuji said, "I'm here to test the crossbows on the orders of the general."
Jian Zheng: "..."
What is going on? What does "I follow my own orders" mean?
But he could only cooperate and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, these two are here to test the crossbow..."
Li Wuji kindly told me his new identity: "Joining the army."
There were more than hundreds of officials of all ranks in Shengjing, so it was understandable that the Supervisor did not know the identity of the soldier, and Ye Jindian had no doubts.
Gongsun Shuo coughed lightly, breaking the strange atmosphere and approaching the host. "Is this the crossbow you want to try?"
The boss stared at Zhang Min's golden mask, seeming a little dazed.
Gongsun Shuo reminded him, and he bowed and held the crossbow in front of him: "Yes, this is the crossbow."
Seeing this, Li Wuji walked towards Ye Jindian: "And this——"
Before he could finish his words, Zhang Min stepped past him, stretched out his hand covered in black gloves, and took the crossbow that Ye Jindian handed over: "Is this the crossbow you made?"
"No." Seeing the Right Prime Minister again, Ye Jindian felt inexplicably guilty. "I only repaired the mechanism and some components. The crossbow was a weapon left by the Military Equipment Supervisor. I didn't make it."
To be fair, the Right Prime Minister's reputation was indeed terrible, but the last time she was in danger, he was still a decent person. He did not abandon her from beginning to end, nor did he use her as a shield to block the sword and knife blades.
He was the one who brought the disaster and implicated her, so there was no need to be grateful to him.
only--
She was afraid that her husband could not bear the torture, so she tried every means to find scandals and rumors about him to discourage him from going to the Right Prime Minister's Mansion to make a living.
When I think about it this way, I do feel guilty.
She stepped back as a sign of apology and respect, then presented the crossbow with both hands. "Would Right Prime Minister like to test the crossbow himself?"
Wasn't he seriously injured? How could he dare to try a crossbow with such strong bow power?
strangeness.
Zhang Min had just taken half a step forward when he saw Queen Ye Jindiancang take a step back. She seemed to be very afraid of him and just wanted to stay away from him.
Before the bitterness in his heart could even rise, he subconsciously turned on his toes and stopped three steps away from her.
"Yes." Beneath the golden mask, he pursed his thin lips and winked at Li Wuji, "General Li, present the crossbow."
"Present it~"
Li Wuzhi repeated his words in a sarcastic tone in his heart, but cooperated on the surface, putting on the respectful attitude of a subordinate. He stood to one side of the couple, took the crossbow to the right, and then turned around and handed it to the left.
He felt that his existence was not really necessary.
Zhang Min gripped the crossbow tightly and loaded the arrow into the chamber.
In fact, using a crossbow is not as difficult as using a bow. As long as you can load the arrow and stabilize the crossbow, there will basically be no problem.
The rest of the work can be done by the mechanisms and components on the crossbow.
But for a crossbow with a bow force of sixteen stones, it would take a lot of effort just to load the arrow into the chamber.
Ye Jindian had been in a military camp, and rarely saw anyone who could easily load an arrow into a chamber with just two fingers.
She blinked, and at that moment she thought of an old friend who also had his face covered.
As soon as he shouldered the crossbow, Zhang Min's eyes changed. He looked at the target at the shooting range as if he were looking at an enemy he must kill, with a sharp edge that was about to break through the clouds and mist.
There would be a recoil when the arrow was fired. Li Wuji was a little worried that the wound on his shoulder would break. He couldn't help but reach out his hand: "Right Prime Minister, how about I do it?"
"No need." Zhang Min shook his head.
The first arrow from the crossbow that my wife built should be shot by him.
He pulled the trigger, the arrow left the chamber, the tendon vibrated violently, making a buzzing sound, pushing the crossbow arm backwards and brushing past his arm.
Ye Jindian saw a flash of water on the black sleeves.
he--
Is the wound not healed yet?
"Bang"!!
A hundred meters away, the target shattered.
Li Wuji was pleasantly surprised: "It's really fixed?!"
Zhang Min's lips under the mask curled up proudly, as if he was the one being praised.
Satisfied, he handed the crossbow to Li Wuji and said, "The rest will be left to Li Canjun to try."
Gongsun Shuo, who had already shot three arrows, said: "..."
Tsk, dawdling.
He pressed on the fourth arrow.
The boss next to him was also staring nervously at the crossbow in his hand.
The Supervisor couldn't help but remind him, "Please... be careful, young lieutenant. This crossbow was made by the late Master Ou. It can only withstand seven arrows before its components and mechanism collapse."
Ou Shenshou is a world-renowned weapon forger. If ordinary craftsmen repair it, it will break again after one or two arrows.
Nowadays, being able to withstand three arrows is already a great achievement.
With a flick of his index finger, the trigger loosened, and the fourth arrow was shot out safely. The crossbow did not show any damage, or perhaps it was just invisible to the naked eye.
Gongsun Shuo thought about it and put in the fifth arrow.
Li Wuzhi also shot two arrows in succession, the fourth one coming up.
Two arrows shot in succession simultaneously passed through the new target and sank deep into the mud, leaving only a white tail feather swaying in the wind and blending into the grass.
Ye Jindian and Dongjia both held their breath and involuntarily took a few steps forward, staring at the mechanism components on the crossbow.
Her fifth arrow, the Dong family's sixth arrow, was loaded.
Her heart was pounding, and she couldn't help but bite her lower lip, pursed her lips, and stared at the crossbow supported on Li Wuzhi's shoulder.
I wonder if the iron forged this time is hard enough to withstand five arrows.
"Swish, swish—" "Bang—"
An arrow was shot, and another arrow fell in mid-air.
The crossbow mechanism on Gongsun Shuo's arm broke, and broken iron flew everywhere.
He immediately threw away the crossbow and rolled to the side; Li Wuji also shouted angrily, "Your great-grandfather", and rushed to the other side, adding a handful of grass to his body.
Ye Jindian quickly raised her hands to protect her head and face, and hurriedly retreated, but accidentally retreated into a warm chest with a strong scent of pepper and angelica.
A familiar aroma, a familiar faint smell of blood.
She was momentarily stunned, unsure why the other person was protecting her. When all around her was quiet, she slowly moved her arm away, facing the white sleeves with silver crane patterns that hung like a curtain in front of her.
Before I could come to my senses, I noticed a streak of red flowing down in the silver-white, which was sudden and dazzling.
Ye Jindian opened her mouth wide: "Right Prime Minister, your hand——"
Bleeding.
A breeze blew through the forest, lifting her hairband and hitting the red line, creating a mess of crimson.
She quickly reached out and grabbed the hairband.
"Nothing." Zhang Min put his hands behind his back and raised his chin to Li Wuji who was running over. "It's just a minor injury. Keep trying."
He turned around and walked back. After taking two steps, he turned back and called out to her, who was stunned. "You, come here."
Ye Jindian hesitated for a moment and walked towards him.
Xie Zhaoming appeared from the side like a ghost, took out a wooden box and stuffed it into her hand: "You come and treat his wound."
As soon as he put down the wooden box, he stepped back eight steps.
Ye Jindian couldn't refuse even if she wanted to.
While hesitating, the crossbow mechanism in Li Wuzhi's hand also exploded, but with the lessons learned from the previous experience, he was able to dodge it successfully. When he heard the cracking sound, he dropped the crossbow and ran away.
"Six arrows, the seventh one is too much to bear."
Gongsun Shuo, whose face was scratched, ran to find wound medicine. Upon hearing this, he said, "That crossbow has one more force than the one I have. My cousin's wife is really capable."
Ye Jindian laughed dryly, picked up the clean cloth in her hand and said, "Can you——"
Before she could ask, Li Wuji hooked his arm around Gongsun Shuo's neck, clutched his stomach, and pulled him away with a look of pain on his face: "No, I think I hit my stomach. Find someone to check it out for me."
The supervisor called out to the host: "Clean up the debris first."
The boss looked at Ye Jindian with mixed feelings, and the color in his eyes changed several times. It seemed that he wanted to say something, but was forcibly pulled away by the supervisor.
Zhang Min saw that she was in trouble and took the initiative to reach out to her: "Give me the cloth, I can do it myself."
The right shoulder injury is a fake one, and the left shoulder is a laceration from the previous wound. It's not particularly serious and can be dealt with casually. Why make things difficult for her?
Ye Jindian hesitated.
"I don't like people getting too close to me." Zhang Min simply took the towel from her hand, picked up the wooden box, walked into the house, and closed the door.
Xie Zhaoming: “…”
This is a fine way to deal with it. Once this matter gets out, I'm afraid the Shi family army and the people of Beiwan will each have their own outrageous speculations.
Ye Jindian stood outside the door, looking at the red spot on her palm, feeling it was a little hot.
There was a sense of confusion about an unknown emotion in her peach blossom eyes.
"My wife?"
In the corridor of the residence, Zhang Min had changed out of his civil and military uniforms into a wide, snow-blue robe with bamboo patterns.
The hair, still slightly damp from the heat, was let down and loosely tied up with a hairband of the same color, hanging quietly on the back.
He rested his palm on the spread straw mat and looked at Ye Jindian's palm, which she was staring at in a daze. "What's wrong with you? Does your hand hurt?"
Ye Jindian clasped her palms together and felt that the area stained with blood was hot and the burning pain was lingering.
She shook her head gently and looked at her husband: "I'm fine."
Zhang Min looked at her absent-minded appearance, reached out and hooked the hair that was scattered on her shoulders, and gently twisted it to play with it.
"Madam, is there something on your mind?"
Ye Jindian met those bright black eyes, and the strange feeling in her heart instantly dissipated, leaving only one thought -
It’s more important to coax your beautiful husband.
She fell into his arms, wrapped her arms around his waist, and rested her head on his legs: "How could that be? If I had something on my mind, I would definitely tell you and let you comfort me."
"Really?" Zhang Min's big, dark eyes instantly lit up with excitement, as if he was looking forward to the opportunity to coax her.
The clothes piled near her groin were wrinkled, and Ye Jindian was not feeling very comfortable with them as a pillow. When she nodded, she used her cheek to rub the wrinkles and smooth them out.
Not knowing what was wrong with this action, her handsome husband shuddered.
Then, something seemed to bounce up and poke her cheek.
She subconsciously reached out and pressed it down.
The object in the palm of my hand is warm, tough and soft.
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