Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

Yan Xin had never been exposed to a gun in her previous life.

Jing Yuanzhao gave her a handful of Browning, and she gave it to Bai Shuang. Because the bullets for this kind of gun are not easy to get, Bai Shuang treats them like a treasure and keeps a close eye on them.

The pistol at the shooting range was about the size of a box and much heavier than Yan Xin expected.

The pistol is the real deal.

"...How is it?" Zhang Nanshu asked from the side, "Is it not as fun as you imagined?"

Yan Xin: "I'm not doing it for fun."

Zhang Nanshu: "You are so stubborn."

She really hated shooting guns, and would cry in anger every time she learned this skill. Because her hands were unstable and her aim was inaccurate, she would be laughed at mercilessly by her brothers.

Sheng Yuanshan said from the side: "Zhu Zhu'er, hold it with both hands. You can't hold this gun with one hand."

Jing Yuanzhao walked up behind her and wanted to hold her hand: "I'll teach you."

Yan Xin wanted to avoid it.

Jing Yuanzhao was very strong. He held her shoulders, hugged her body, and adjusted her gun-holding position for her.

His expression was focused, the sun was shining in slantingly, and his dark temples were lightly shiny.

"...You try it, don't be afraid." Jing Yuanzhao said.

Yan Xin fired the first shot.

The recoil of the pistol seemed a little weirder than she imagined.

The recoil was not too heavy, but the force coming from another direction pushed her. She seemed unprepared, the gun in her hand was like a heavy and struggling fish.

Yan Xin struggled to hold it.

Jing Yuanzhao patted her upper arm: "Relax, don't use such force."

He stroked her arm and told her how to exert force.

He said: "The name of the pistol means that you can pull it with the strength of your hand. If you are weak, just use two hands if you can't do it with one hand. It's not difficult."

His tone was relaxed.

Yan Xin turned her face slightly and glanced at him.

His eyes were dark, with deep emotions, and they sparkled in the sunlight.

He was always in good spirits.

Yan Xin was a little infected and gained confidence: "I don't need to be a sharpshooter, brother. I just need to know how to shoot and hit the target at close range."

"You can learn it in half a day," Jing Yuanzhao said.

He asked someone to move the target closer.

The adjutant must have said that before he could adjust the situation, several shots were suddenly fired next to him.

The gunshots were deafening, and Yan Xin's ears were numb; Zhang Nanshu simply covered her ears.

Sheng Yuanshan emptied a magazine in one breath.

The dummy used as a target had a big hole in its head with a red heart.

When the gunfire stopped, Zhang Nanshu ran over and took a look. When she came back, she said excitedly: "It's awesome, Sheng Lvzuo. The gun hit, and it hit the same place."

Then he asked him, "How many years have you been practicing?"

"This depends on talent." Sheng Yuanshan said calmly, "I like shooting very much, so my marksmanship is good."

Looking at Yan Xin, "Zhu Zhu'er, do you want to learn from me?"

Yan Xin: "..."

She didn't answer, but Jing Yuanzhao spoke.

"A sharpshooter may not be a good teacher. If my uncle can do it, I can too; but if I can teach it, my uncle may not be able to teach it," Jing Yuanzhao said.

He held Yan Xin's hand and used her hand to pull the trigger.

A clip of bullets was empty, and the red heart was also hit on the dummy's head in the same position.

Yan Xin's ears were even more numb, and there was a buzzing in his ears for a long time; his palms and elbows were aching from the shock; the finger that Jing Yuanzhao held down when he fired the gun was so painful that he lost consciousness.

"...You are also very powerful." Zhang Nanshu said, "Your posture is even more difficult."

If Shengyuan Mountain was completed by one person, Jing Yuanzhao also completed the same distance with Yan Xin on his back.

Zhang Nanshu's marksmanship is third-rate, and her box gun is still unstable, but she is very good at commenting - she mainly practiced it because she wanted to make her brother angry and made rude remarks when her brother fired the gun.

Jing Yuanzhao let go of Yan Xin and taught her to change the magazine.

How to press bullets is also a primary school question, and he taught it very seriously.

Sheng Yuanshan probably felt bored and turned around and left.

As soon as he left, Zhang Nanshu immediately ran after him, not wanting to shoot at all.

In the military, shooting and horseback riding are necessary courses, so the shooting range also has an equestrian field, and the two of them went riding horses.

Sheng Yuanshan urged his horse to gallop quickly, venting his inner anger.

Zhang Nanshu cherished her life the most, so she ran slowly in a way that she felt was safe, watching Sheng Yuanshan go crazy quietly.

Yan Xin practiced all morning.

She knows how to exert power and how to aim.

After a morning of practice, she had a simple understanding of guns. She could aim within two meters, but she would miss the target if she went beyond that.

Jing Yuanzhao said that she was extremely talented.

"Zhu Zhu'er, you are an amazing person, you can learn everything quickly." Jing Yuanzhao said.

"Like a nerd, right?" Yan Xin asked him.

Jing Yuanzhao: "He is indeed an idiot. It's a shame he can't hear what he's saying."

He hugged her along the way.

Sheng Yuanshan and Zhang Nanshu were not there, so Jing Yuanzhao kissed her lips.

Yan Xin had no other emotions towards him except anger. But getting angry would not help, so she calmly let him kiss her.

"...Uncle is jealous." Jing Yuanzhao told her.

Yan Xin saw it this time.

She was a little panicked.

She is not very pretty, she is just more feminine than other women. The characteristics unique to women are just a little more obvious on her.

Jing Yuanzhao is a common man, he is passionate about her, and his face is understandable.

There is no need for uncle. Being greedy for sex is a bit tacky and not quite like my uncle's character.

"There's nothing he can do if he's jealous. I won't give you up to him." Jing Yuanzhao added.

Yan Xin: "When did I belong to you?"

Jing Yuanzhao hugged her tightly: "The first time I met you, you were mine."

Yan Xin tilted her head, she was so tired that it was difficult for her to sigh.

She doesn't argue with scoundrels.

I want to say "thank you" to him for teaching her marksmanship, which is very practical and he taught her well. I can't say anything at the moment.

She was silent.

Going back that day, Jing Yuanzhao insisted on taking his uncle's car and asked his driver to see Yan Xin and Zhang Nanshu off.

The adjutant sent Yan Xin off first, but Zhang Nanshu took advantage of the situation and stayed in Songxiangyuan.

Mrs. Cheng went to make delicious food for her.

"...I made you laugh today." Yan Xin was in a low mood.

She never thought of hiding it from Zhang Nanshu.

Zhang Nanshu is very smart and perceptive, she must know everything.

"What kind of joke is this?" Zhang Nanshu said nonchalantly, "Have you noticed that you are a person who uses softness to overcome strength?"

Yan Xin:?

"Whether it's your own marriage or the man outside who loves you, they are all following the lines you have drawn.

You are in a line, others are outside. You may seem defenseless, but in fact no one can really break through your defenses.

I don't think you're ridiculous, you're pretty awesome. What's funny is that those men are fighting over who owns the bright moon. Mingyue does not belong to anyone, they think too highly of themselves. "Zhang Nanshu said.

Yan Xin: "..."

She thought about these words quietly and couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips slightly.

Zhang Nanshu approached her: "Why did they call you Zhuzhu'er? Is it an insult?"

"I don't know if they are. You must be swearing." Yan Xin said.

Zhang Nanshu laughed.