Chapter 103 Take care of yourself, you sharp-tongued...
She doesn't want to go to the Five Ministries, could it be that she wants to go to the Ministry of Personnel?
The Ministry of Personnel was the head of the Six Ministries and was under the command of Prime Minister Xu.
The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, thinking that Zhang Ting had grown too powerful, looking down on even the five ministers and trying to climb the social ladder by currying favor with Prime Minister Xu.
Unexpectedly, she lowered her eyes slightly and bowed to the officials in the courtyard, saying, "This humble official is of limited talent and learning, and is unworthy of your esteemed favor."
He then turned to look at the head of the academy, slightly cupped his hands, and said, "Since I entered the Hanlin Academy, my colleagues have been friendly and my superiors have been kind. I have never thought of seeking another way out."
"The Hanlin scholars are as numerous as carp crossing a river, and there are many more as wise and resourceful as I am. Your Excellencies, if you appreciate talent, are welcome to stop and take a look."
The newly elected colleagues were filled with excitement and all turned their gazes to Zhang Ting. They had just thought that this young compiler was arrogant and conceited, but they never expected that he had such good intentions and would think of them when he had the opportunity. They were immediately ashamed of their previous malicious speculation.
Look at Zhang Xiaoxiu, he truly lives up to his reputation as a 'wise man'. He is upright and prudent, indifferent to fame and fortune. Even though there is no real power or reward in the Hanlin Academy, he stays here out of consideration for past friendships!
His colleagues were ashamed of their own inferiority and admired him greatly.
Upon hearing this, the five ministers were filled with regret and sorrow.
What's so great about being a Hanlin scholar?
He cursed under his breath, completely forgetting that he had once served as an official in the Hanlin Academy.
Ning Yuanzhi was still not giving up. Ignoring the old woman, the Minister of War, he grabbed Zhang Ting and earnestly advised, "Think about it carefully. My Ministry of Rites is a vital national instrument... Ah!" Before he could finish speaking, he was violently shoved aside by the Minister of Revenue.
Liu Xin, her face contorted, grabbed the Minister of Works' hair and squeezed in front of Zhang Ting. Realizing her inappropriate demeanor, she expertly put on a kind and friendly smile.
"Colleague Xiao Zhang, my Ministry of Revenue is in charge of the nation's finances and grain, a powerful department admired by scholars. My colleagues here are far more friendly and harmonious than those in the Hanlin Academy."
Feeling Qiu Mu struggling under his grasp, Liu Xin tightened his face, gritted his teeth, and glared at her with eyes that seemed to carry knives, as if he wanted to tear her to pieces.
After imprisoning the Minister of Works once again, Liu Xin looked up and smiled gently at Zhang Ting, a few strands of white hair falling beside his face.
Zhang Ting: "..." Minister Liu is truly still vigorous despite his old age.
"I will never forget your kindness, my lords. However, my mind is made up, and I hope you will grant my request."
The five ministers were vying for the same position. Choosing one of them would offend the other four, but if one offended them all, then one would offend none of them.
Being rejected to this extent, any further discussion would be seen as coercing a low-ranking official. Although the minister present was fighting with his colleagues, they were all of the same rank. But what about the others? They didn't even take them seriously.
Some people were furious, some were filled with regret, and some remained silent.
The most low-key Minister of Justice, Zhou Ming, took two steps and walked nonchalantly toward the gate, deliberately stopping when he passed Zhang Ting.
Her face was filled with cold anger, and everyone thought Zhou Ming was about to scold Zhang Ting for being ungrateful. However, Zhou Ming whispered softly in her ear, "Come to the Ministry of Justice. I'll be waiting for your good news." After saying that, she left without looking back.
Zhang Ting was stunned. Was this a covert attempt to recruit her?
Fortunately, the other four ministers present were unaware of her intentions; otherwise, they would have been furious. How dare she pretend to deceive them and even flirt with the talented men they admired!
"Hmph, you'd better watch yourself." Minister of War Zheng Zeyan was slightly indignant at being rejected, and took the first step to leave, swaying his official robes.
The three ministers, unaware of the truth, genuinely believed that Zhou Ming had stormed off. They sighed inwardly, knowing there was no way to bring him back. What a pity for such a talented man!
They exchanged a glance, then turned and left the courtyard together, their expressions wary, making sure none of their colleagues would come back to try and sabotage them.
Zhang Ting breathed a sigh of relief, closed her eyes, and rubbed her sore forehead.
These great figures have finally left!
...
"Are those officials really not going to make things difficult for you?" Zong Suyi asked hesitantly, gently massaging her shoulders.
Zhang Ting, dressed only in her undergarments, lay prone on the bed, her eyes closed, enjoying her husband's tender care. His gentle touch made her feel as if she were floating on clouds.
Hearing this, he chuckled, "Those few don't get along, and they all feel that everyone is after my wife, so they're even more reluctant to give up. They'll come back to recruit me again later. As long as I ignore them, they'll keep a glimmer of hope in their hearts and keep thinking about me. Why would they make things difficult for me?"
When Zong Suyi heard Zhang Ting say this, he understood the key point. He immediately wrapped his arms around her neck, leaned close to her, gazed at her adoringly, and chuckled a few times, "My wife is truly amazing." He really liked and admired her.
What's so great about it?
It was just some simple strategy, but she still appreciated her husband's praise.
She rolled over and pulled him into her arms, inhaling the fragrance of his hair and pressing her cheek against it.
Zong Suyi felt a warm breath on her neck, which tickled her so much that she squirmed wildly in her arms, giggling, "Get away from me, it tickles."
Zhang Ting didn't bother him and considerately stepped back, but after a while, the person who felt itchy pressed against her again. She silently moved back a little, but he followed closely behind, not giving an inch and not leaving her side.
"It itches, yet you're still coming closer." Zhang Ting pinched his round, straight nose with two fingers. "Hmm?"
Zong Suyi shook her head vigorously, knocking the stuff off her nose, and pouted, saying arrogantly, "Hmph, not only will I come closer, I can go even further!"
With a "thud," he pounced heavily on her, hugging her tightly and refusing to get up, whimpering softly.
She looked down at Zong Suyi's carefree and joyful expression, her lips curving slightly. Her slender hand stroked down his long hair, the smoothness in her hand like caressing silk.
In the dim candlelight, his black hair cascaded down Zong Suyi's face, obscuring half of it, revealing only his smooth, delicate chin and dark, glassy pupils. He seemed to be enveloped in a hazy halo, appearing exceptionally gentle.
Zhang Ting rested one hand on the couch, her eyes smiling as she quietly admired the beauty.
"What are you laughing at?" Zong Suyi muttered, propping herself up on her and climbing forward. Finally, she got close to Zhang Ting's neck and, on a sudden whim, blew hot air onto Zhang Ting's collar.
She shuddered twice from the tickling sensation, her face beaming with delight. "Am I not allowed to laugh?"
"If I say no, then no!"
When this young master got angry, he was extremely domineering. He even pulled Zhang Ting's outstretched hand down and hugged her. She felt like she had a huge cat hanging on her body, sometimes obedient and sensible, and sometimes mischievous and scratching her with its claws.
Yes, the kind that can even have children with her.
Zhang Ting was very unrestrained in her playful interactions with her husband, letting him do whatever he wanted with her limbs, pinching and touching them as he pleased. However, the young master Zong was not gentle and would bite her when he got tired of playing with her.
"Hiss!" Zhang Ting grabbed Zong Suyi's cheeks, finally making him release his grip. He squeezed the soft flesh beneath his hands, slightly angry. "What kind of dog are you?"
Zong Suyi was in great pain from being pinched, and with her mouth open, she still tried to bite her, mumbling, "You can sleep with a dog? Bah! Let go of the dog."
Zhang Ting choked for a moment, but brought her face close to Zong Suyi's. "Your teeth are quite sharp. Would you like to try your wife's teeth, my lord?" She restrained his mischievous hand with one hand.
As soon as he finished speaking, Zong Suyi's eyes widened in shock, and he even forgot to struggle.
Where did she want to bite him?
This pervert definitely didn't have good intentions!
Zong Suyi suddenly shrank her shoulders, struggling to break free of the restraints. Then, under Zhang Ting's astonished gaze, she hugged her chest and even righteously cursed her: "Pervert!"
"..."
It's hard to say about other things, but Zhang Ting believes that she is definitely a decent person when it comes to men. In the past, she was very restrained in bed, taking care of her husband's feelings. However, he always felt that she was a lecherous devil and called her a pervert.
This time, Zhang Ting wanted to clear her name, but considering Zong Suyi's feelings, she spoke tactfully: "My husband, to tell you the truth, I don't really love your little one very much."
As small as a grain of rice? Zong Suyi's expression changed drastically. How could he be like this? Clearly... Realizing something was wrong, he suddenly looked up, "You dare to play me!"
Zhang Ting sat up, raised her chin, and said with a mocking expression, as if to say, 'So what if it is?'
Fight her!
Enraged, Zong Suyi knocked the person down and sat on her, pinning her down. The violent movement only made her already disheveled clothes even more disheveled, revealing a large expanse of her fair and delicate shoulders.
He grabbed her shoulders, his chest heaving with anger, and gritted his teeth as he pinched the flesh on her waist, "I'll teach you to talk nonsense, I'll teach you to talk nonsense!"
Zhang Ting's waist was all muscle from training, and with Zong Suyi's meager strength, how could it hurt? It was more like a tickle.
However, she saw plum blossoms dancing shyly, half-hidden and half-revealed. Against the backdrop of the white snow and lichen, they were as red as cinnabar, pure and extremely beautiful, like the first bloom of winter. Their beauty was so captivating that she could not look away for a long time.
Zhang Ting swallowed hard and looked up at Zong Suyi, who was still throwing a tantrum, looking both pure and innocent yet unintentionally alluring.
"I was wrong."
Zong Suyi stopped what he was doing upon hearing the sound, thinking that his revenge had worked and scared Zhang Ting, and he felt extremely proud.
"It looks like a cherry, is sweet and delicious, and is clearly very tasty."
Zong Suyi was stunned, wondering why she had suddenly changed her mind. She inadvertently lowered her head and found herself annoyed at her disheveled appearance.
"You're making fun of me again. It's because you sucked too hard that my lips are red and swollen." He didn't bother to straighten his clothes and leaned in directly, even inadvertently revealing more of himself, looking lazy, delicate, noble, and charming.
Zhang Ting was embarrassed and even felt ashamed.
Zong Suyi knelt on the couch, drew his knees together, and leaned in quietly, entrusting his entire weight to her.
A sweet, coquettish voice whispered in her ear, gently blowing air, "Sister Ting, do you prefer big cherries or small cherries? Sweet cherries or astringent cherries?" Her eyes sparkled with a lively, mischievous light.
As he spoke, he rubbed against Zhang Ting, insisting on sleeping close together so that she could feel the change in his body temperature and the things he had just mentioned.
Zhang Ting took a deep breath and pushed him away, saying in a hoarse voice, "I don't like fruit, my lord, you should eat it yourself." Indeed, it's true what they say, that beauty is a stumbling block on the road to progress.
He eats it himself? How does he eat it by himself?
Zong Suyi was furious again. That hypocritical bastard!
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