Chapter 18: The Beauty Husband is Really Thin-skinned The Beauty Husband is Really Thin-skinned...
Ye Jindian's hands, which were clutching her coat, paused.
Oh no, she almost forgot that men are always afraid to talk about nourishing things in public. Tonight, she was particularly eager for him to eat three bowls of venison to nourish his body and increase his strength.
He must have misunderstood.
Soon, she smiled as if nothing had happened, walked forward, took his hand and walked into the inner room: "It's still cold in spring, why are you sweating in the yard? What if you catch a cold?"
Zhang Min was anxious to cover up the existence of the stick, so he left in a hurry and did not notice that the two people were heading towards Ye Jindian's room, not the main hall.
By the time he realized where he was, he was already sitting down and his wife had poured him a cup of warm peach and apricot tea.
Flakes of light pink float and swirl in the green cup.
"Fortunately, the tea is not cold yet and can still be drunk." Ye Jindian turned around to flip the handkerchief and sat next to him.
Seeing that he was concentrating on drinking water and had no hands free to take the handkerchief, I simply raised my hand to wipe the sweat off his face.
The handkerchief with a faint fragrance was pressed against Zhang Min's forehead. He choked on the water out of nervousness.
"Ahem."
He quickly turned his back to his wife and coughed.
"Hey, slow down." Ye Jindian patted his back gently and leaned over to see if he was okay.
Zhang Min raised his eyes with a watery look in his eyes and saw a semi-transparent shirt under his coat.
He had good eyesight and could even catch a glimpse of the small green branch dress behind the thin shirt, even the traces of the embroidery thread were clearly visible.
His pupils turned watery and he quickly lowered his head. Heat exploded from his chest, spreading up from his neck, and soon his whole body was red.
"M-Mother, I, I'm fine."
He turned his head and looked at the bamboo screen depicting the setting sun over a lonely city, trying to calm his restless mood with the solemn memories of the battlefield with its vast yellow sand.
Ye Jindian had no idea the source of his embarrassment and thought he was embarrassed about being caught exercising secretly.
She sat down opposite him and took his hand. "My husband has to teach at the academy during the day, and then come back in the afternoon to teach the soldiers of the Prime Minister's Mansion next door. You are really tired."
Well, he even secretly exercises at night.
No wonder there is always a dark spot under his eyes. I wonder how long he has been living like this.
She also ignored him too much.
Ye Jindian sighed inwardly, becoming increasingly unable to understand her past self.
What's wrong with such a handsome and gentle husband?
She couldn't understand.
Zhang Min shook his head: "I'm not tired."
He only hated himself for not being able to fall asleep due to exhaustion.
Ye Jindian felt that he was showing off and rubbed the knuckles of his hand that was holding the pen.
——Reading and writing too much will cause pain in your finger bones and wrist bones.
Zhang Min lowered his eyes, looking at the hand that was kneading his skin, not daring to look up, not daring to look at her. He just kneaded for a while, afraid that her hands would get tired, so he reached out and took those fingers, imitating her, and kneaded her with his fingertips.
Ye Jindian looked at those jade-white fingers and felt extremely pleased.
"It's a cold night with heavy dew, my lady..." Zhang Min's eyes moved around, bypassing the coat that was half-open in front of him without any scruples, passed by the window, reached the beam, and then fell on her face.
Ye Jindian was confused and looked around, then looked into his eyes with confusion: "What's wrong?"
Are there any insects flying by?
How come she didn't see it?
Zhang Min's eyelashes fluttered slightly: "...Madam, why don't you rest early."
If she continued to stay here, he would be cooked; besides, she had just recovered and needed to get enough rest, and she couldn't go without enough sleep.
"Hmm..." Ye Jindian felt that he really needed a little time to "destroy the evidence" of the stick, so she agreed very understandingly.
Zhang Min just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her take off her coat and thin shirt with her backhand, and turned her back to him, revealing her slender waist with a red rope across it.
She has been working as a blacksmith since she was a child, and her waist and abdomen often bend and rise. The muscles on both sides are very tight, and the curved spine is concave, which makes her particularly beautiful.
Zhang Min's nose felt hot.
He raised his hand to pinch his tall nose, took a deep breath, and glanced away.
When she lay down yawning, he silently lowered the curtain for her, blew out the oil lamp, and took out a cloth to cover her nose which was filled with the fishy smell of iron.
Ye Jindian looked at the blurry figure outside the curtain and closed her eyes: "Husband, you should also rest early."
Zhang Min responded with a muffled "hmm", walked out lightly and closed the door.
Soon, hurried footsteps were heard from outside the corridor.
Ye Jindian turned over and thought to herself, it seems that she needs to find some supplements that are not too conspicuous and cannot be identified at first glance.
My beautiful husband, well... he is quite thin-skinned.
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next door.
Zhang Min threw the stick back on the shelf, his face a little gloomy.
Luo Ying looked at the two bloodstains under his nose and quickly wiped them with water for him. She asked, "What's wrong with you now? Why are you even angrier than before?"
Naturally, Zhang Min couldn't say a word to anyone about what happened in his wife's room. He just glanced at him indifferently.
After being together for many years, Luoying understood that this could not be said.
"Then you will be unhappy for a while, and I will go guard outside the door first?"
Zhang Min angrily told him, "Get lost."
"Okay." Luoying turned around and "rolled" out of the door, closing the door tightly with the wind.
Zhang Min: “…”
He raised his hand to support his cold forehead, feeling both amused and jealous.
How much does the lady like this weak scholar? In less than two months, she is already so defenseless towards him!
What if, by some chance, he couldn't help himself and became tempted by her beauty...
As soon as the thought came to his mind, Zhang Min clenched his fists so tightly that his finger bones crackled.
At this moment, he had already forgotten that the weak scholar was himself, and he had also forgotten that they were a legal couple who had performed the three books and six ceremonies, and had solemnly worshipped heaven and earth, kowtowed in the Mingtang, and thanked the emperor for his grace.
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The next day.
When Ye Jindian woke up, the stick had indeed disappeared, and the fallen grass stood up again, with only a few traces of being crushed.
As usual, she checked the water tank first. If there was water, she would make breakfast first. If there was no water, she would fetch some water first, tidy up the vegetable garden in the yard, and then go out to buy fresh meat and bring it back to hang.
Today, when I went out with a bucket, I happened to run into the shadow of the exchanger.
Ye Jindian felt that he looked quite familiar: "You are..."
This kind of thing couldn't be concealed, so Luo Ying said openly, "I'm one of the guards of the Right Prime Minister's guard battalion. I met you in Dongshan. I even lent you a horse. Remember?"
"It turns out to be you." Ye Jindian suddenly realized.
Luo Ying looked at the burden on her shoulders and stretched out her hand: "Madam Ye wants to fetch water, right? I have a day off today and don't have to work at the Prime Minister's Mansion. I'm not in a hurry to leave, so I can fetch water for Madam Ye."
"No, no." Ye Jindian took two steps back.
They are officials of the court and she is a commoner. This is against the rules.
Luo Ying had a harmless baby face, and she was lively and cheerful. Her face was full of joy, and her brows drooped, making her more pitiful than a newborn puppy. "Madam Ye, our Prime Minister said that when you are away from home, you should be compassionate to the people. You have a weak scholar in your family, a person who has just recovered from a serious illness. If we just sit back and do nothing, the Prime Minister will punish us."
Hearing the word "we", the people behind him finally pulled their minds back from being distracted by the book and said cleverly, "Yes, Madam Ye, you're welcome."
A group of people surrounded her, moved the burden away, and filled the water tank with light steps.
In order to avoid being too obvious, they also took on the heavy work in several households where the elderly, the sick, the disabled and pregnant women were present.
that is--
Their attitude was so arrogant that for a moment, onlookers couldn't tell whether they were going in to rob or help with the work.
Many people were so scared that they closed their doors tightly and didn't dare to peek out, for fear that they would become the unlucky ones eaten by falcons.
"Thank you so much." Ye Jindian felt a little embarrassed.
Luo Ying waved his hand and said, "It's a small matter, Madam Ye, don't worry about it. We are leaving."
Several people left side by side, heading towards the rising sun, talking and laughing, their backs still revealing the lively spirit of young men who had just become young adults.
Ye Jindian suddenly discovered that this group of people did not seem as scary as the rumors said.
She watched them walk out of the gate before turning back to the blacksmith shop. As usual, she stood outside the door and recounted her past experiences, then stayed for a while until she successfully met the owner's eye contact and greeted him.
Boss: “…”
How could someone be so stubborn?
He turned his head and hammered the iron sheet, making a clanging sound, without looking at her anymore.
Ye Jindian took out the book she was carrying, ran to the shade behind the house, leaned against an apricot tree and slowly read the book.
Soon, not far from the apricot tree, several women and young ladies were washing clothes in wooden basins, chatting and laughing, and it was very lively.
At first she didn't pay attention to what they were talking about. But when she finished reading an article and closed her eyes to rest, the low voices of "warrior", "scholar" and "taste" floated to her ears intermittently, and then she paid attention.
"If you ask me, if you're looking for a husband, you'd better find a warrior."
"That's absolutely right. Warriors are great. They're strong and powerful, but their ideas are simple, without the complicated thoughts of scholars."
"Aren't most scholars... shy and timid?"
"You're still young, and you don't understand the difference between the two," the woman said earnestly. "Don't underestimate the scholar because he's more respectable than the warrior. But if you really want to live a long life, you need to find someone who can work day and night!"
Ye Jindian: “…”
My aunt really speaks in a rather unruly way.
She held up the book, shielded her face with it, pressed it against the bark, and listened carefully.
She didn't know if it was an illusion or something, but she always felt a dull pain in her lower abdomen.
"But the scholar is well-read..." The young lady who spoke was still a little shy and spoke hesitantly.
The woman was blunt: "What's the use of being well-read? Does a pale-faced scholar have the brute force?"
As the two were talking, the scholar at the end of the alley happened to be walking towards the academy with a book in his arms. He passed by and overheard what was happening. His face turned pale and looked very ugly.
But it just so happened that everyone had their backs to the path, so not only did the person who was talking not see him, even the woman who was listening next to him didn't even glance at him.
Ye Jindian, who witnessed the whole process, felt more and more that scholars were too thin-skinned and needed to be more considerate.
Well, why don’t she ask Mrs. Lan if there are any medicinal foods that don’t look like medicinal foods?
She glanced at the sky and thought of Luoying and the others who helped her fetch water today. She decided to put this matter off until tomorrow. She would go back and cook some sweet soup and send it over to them so that they could drink a bowl to moisten their throats after they finished reading.
It can be considered——
Build a good relationship between your beautiful husband and the students?
Ye Jindian immediately packed up her bamboo tube and books, stuffed them into a small cloth bag, and went home.
Pushing open the courtyard door, she was a little surprised to see Zhang Min there: "Husband, did you finish your lecture early today?"
"Yeah. It's over there."
Zhang Min did not go to the Prime Minister's Residence today, but went to the outskirts of Beijing to arrange the premises. The non-urgent paperwork had to be put aside until tonight.
Seeing that she was holding a medicine bag, he frowned and asked, "Madam, are you feeling unwell?"
"No." Ye Jindian picked up the medicine bag and put it under his nose. "This is the herbal material for Erchen Decoction."
Zhang Min smelled the scent of dried tangerine peel, pinellia tuber, poria cocos, licorice and other herbs, and looked at her with some concern: "Madam, is your spleen and stomach not in harmony, or is it chest tightness and acid reflux?"
"Neither." Ye Jindian put away the medicine bag and walked towards the kitchen. "I cooked this for you. I don't want to drink it."
She had a dull pain in her stomach and was hesitant to drink cold soup.
We?
Besides making soup for him, who else should my wife make soup for?
Zhang Min pursed his lips and asked tentatively: "This we are——"
"You and your guard students."
She went to soak the medicine and scrub the clay pot clean.
Seeing her bending over and busying herself, Zhang Min hurried over to help her with the work, picking vegetables, washing vegetables, and making fire.
After washing the rice, Ye Jindian suddenly felt a severe stomachache.
She felt a surge of heat rushing out.
Zhang Min's nose twitched, his face changed, he dropped the vegetables in the wooden basin, rushed over to support her, his face pale.
"Ma'am, you're hurt."
It seemed that the injury was quite serious, and the smell of blood was particularly strong.
Just as he was about to show off and pick her up, Ye Jindian quickly stopped him: "I'm not hurt."
"Your face is pale, are you still going to lie to me?" Zhang Min's trembling hands passed through her knees and were about to pick her up.
Ye Jindian was afraid that he might sprain his waist, so she quickly said, "I just had my period!"
"Boom!"
Zhang Min raised his knees and knelt firmly on the ground.
His face, which was as pale as a ghost just now, was instantly covered with red, and his ears were burning.
The surroundings suddenly became extremely quiet.
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