Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

Yan Xin thought that Zhang Nanshu wanted to go out and play.

Zhang Nanshu was indeed moved when she heard that she was going out.

But when she heard that she was going to shoot again, Zhang Nanshu immediately broke down and said, "I won't go!"

Yan Xin: "You don't like it?"

"I'm bored to death," Zhang Nanshu said.

Yan Xin laughed.

"I picked up a gun when I was very young. When I grew up, I had to practice shooting with my two brothers. I couldn't shoot accurately and I was laughed at by them every day," Zhang Nanshu said.

"Then you go with me and teach me. When it's over, I'll treat you to dinner." Yan Xin said.

Zhang Nanshu: "You really want to go?"

"Yes."

"Shooting is difficult. You need to have a very steady hand and strong strength. I'm afraid you can't do it either." Zhang Nanshu backed off for her.

"If you really don't want to go, uncle and I will go by ourselves." Yan Xin said.

Her speaking voice was slow and soothing, like the sound of gauze curtains gently rolled under the eaves and the gentle breeze blowing by.

Zhang Nanshu is very carefree, but she hates girls being pretentious.

The gentleness of Yan Xin is like the willows and poplars in the south of the Yangtze River, natural and elegant, with charm every time you raise your wrist or gaze.

It's like the first warm spring breeze blowing on your face after a cold winter.

She particularly loves Yan Xin's temperament.

She perfectly reproduced Zhang Nanshu's imagination of Jiangnan beauties.

"Okay, I will sacrifice my life to accompany you." Zhang Nanshu sighed.

Yan Xin smiled: "Nan Shu is the best."

"Just coax me!" Zhang Nanshu rolled her eyes at her, and then also laughed.

The two of them were going to the shooting range with their uncle.

This matter somehow reached Jing Yuanzhao's ears.

When Zhang Nanshu went out and planned to pick up Yan Xin before Sheng Yuanshan, Jing Yuanzhao came.

"I'm going too," he said.

Zhang Nanshu was slightly surprised: "Are you okay today?"

She remembered that Jing Yuanzhao was busy every day.

She hates him and doesn't bother to see him. Whether he is busy or not is none of her business.

She happened to have dinner with the governor's wife and the governor, and heard them mention Jing Yuanzhao and said that he was training new artillery recently.

——Zhang Nanshu didn’t want to listen to it, it would pollute her ears.

"I took the time to go out with you," Jing Yuanzhao said.

Zhang Nanshu: "When you held her hand with me last time, don't think that all my people are dead. She is so beautiful, and you should like her.

Sometimes people should not look at whether others are beautiful, but also look at whether they are worthy. Here. "

She took out a bronze mirror from her handbag and handed it to Jing Yuanzhao.

"Take a photo of yourself to see what kind of virtue you have." Zhang Nanshu said.

Jing Yuanzhao: "Sister, don't be too arrogant. If you die in Yicheng, who will avenge you? Even if your father is in great pain, he will not immediately avenge you."

Zhang Nanshu took a step back.

"I want to tell your father and your mother that you dare to threaten me!" she said angrily.

"If you don't talk nonsense, do I need to threaten you?" Jing Yuanzhao said coldly, "Will you leave or not?"

"go!"

"Get in my car. When you turn around, say, your car broke down and you want me to take you there." Jing Yuanzhao said.

Zhang Nanshu was so angry that her lungs hurt, but she still endured it.

The third lady is dedicated to big things, she is not as experienced as a gangster, she is flexible and flexible.

The two of them went to the shooting range first.

However, Sheng Yuanshan went to pick up Yan Xin in person.

"uncle."

Yan Xin walked to the entrance of the alley, saw Sheng Yuanshan leaning on the car door, and called out to him.

Sheng Yuanshan was lighting a cigarette with his head down.

The snow-white match stem caught a faint orange-red light between his jade-like fingers. He held a cigarette in his mouth and lowered his head to light the fire. The late autumn sun shone on his temples.

Thick black hair.

"Coming?" Sheng Yuanshan just took a puff of cigarette and then stomped it out.

He also complimented her, "My clothes look good today."

"Thank you uncle."

"Are you afraid of sitting in the passenger seat?" he asked.

Yan Xin: "Don't be afraid, I'm not a child."

Sheng Yuanshan drove the car himself, with Yan Xin sitting in his passenger seat, and went to the shooting range outside the city.

On the way, they chatted.

Yan Xin occasionally glanced at his hands on the steering wheel.

His hands are as white as his face, the kind of cold white that naturally cannot be tanned; his fingers are long and thin, with clear joints, and his nails are trimmed very short.

His hands are very beautiful, like those of a scholar holding a pen.

"...Have you been very close to Miss Zhang San recently?" Sheng Yuanshan asked her.

Yan Xin: "Well, I'm quite close to her."

"Actually, Zhang Shuai sent her here not only because the Jing family chose her, but she is also very important, and also to see if there is a possibility of marriage." Sheng Yuanshan said.

Yan Xin listened and didn't say anything for a while.

The Jing family is prominent, and it is understandable that everyone wants to follow them.

But Zhang Shuai and the Jing family are rivals, and one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers. Sooner or later, one family will fall.

Zhang Shuai is a ruthless character for marrying his daughter to an enemy.

Father is always more cruel than mother.

Yan Xin remembered that Nancheng later unified many places, except Yunnan and Northeast China, and Zhang Shuai was uprooted by Jing Yuanzhao at that time.

In a few years, what will be Nan Shu's fate?

"...If you get married, should you choose your eldest brother or your uncle?" Yan Xin asked.

"It's all possible. However, I'm not the son of the Jing family, so I may not have enough weight. Maybe it's Jing Zhonglin. When he goes to Beicheng, Zhang Shuai may want to investigate him, win over him, or even support him." Sheng Yuanshan said.

Yan Xin: “It’s very complicated.”

"We are all pawns in this game of chess. Zhuzhu'er, don't invest too deeply in Miss Zhang San. Maybe she will leave in a year or two and will not come back." Sheng Yuanshan said.

Yan Xin: "I know."

"Moreover, there will definitely be a battle between the Zhang and Jing families. When the time comes, Miss Zhang will definitely choose her father and brother. Maybe she will backstab you." Sheng Yuanshan said.

Yan Xin nodded again and smiled: "Uncle, don't worry about me, I'm mentally prepared."

Sheng Yuanshan: "Then I'll be relieved."

When the car arrived at the shooting range, Yan Xin saw two people through the car window from a distance, one was leaning on the front of the car smoking, and the other was sitting bored at the back of the car.

Seeing the car approaching, Zhang Nanshu jumped down from the trunk lid at the rear of the car.

Jing Yuanzhao also put out his cigarette and walked over.

Yan Xin was slightly surprised when she saw him, and asked Sheng Yuanshan: "Uncle invited eldest brother here?"

Sheng Yuanshan: "No. Azhao is watching closely."

Yan Xin felt embarrassed.

Sheng Yuanshan: "I'm quite pleased that he values ​​me so much. At least he understands that I am a very important opponent."

Yan Xin was stunned.

Her heart jumped suddenly.

What does uncle mean by this?

opponent?

Does it simply refer to ordinary competition, or does it refer to the fight for beauty?

She didn't dare to look at Sheng Yuanshan and opened the car door first.

She wore a peacock blue brocade cheongsam with sleeves and a white fox fur waistcoat. She got out of the car and stood tall, looking very charming.

Jing Yuanzhao was stunned for a moment.

When Zhang Nanshu saw it, her heart trembled: "This is so beautiful. I want to open a fur shop and buy hundreds of pieces!"

The peacock blue color is so heavy, and when worn on Yan Xin, it doesn't look old-fashioned at all. Instead, it highlights her graceful appearance.

White fox fur surrounded her little face, which was as white as jade, delicate and noble.

Zhang Nanshu felt that she was a stunning beauty in the world, so charming, and her hair had a demonic aura, like a white fox transformed into a human form.