Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

Jing Yuanzhao took Yan Xin to the seawall outside the city.

There is a place on the seawall that is the territory of the Qinggang, and there are countless open-air casinos.

To say it is an "open-air casino" does not mean that it is open-air, but rather simple: the shed is simple and thin, and the tables and chairs inside are also very shabby.

The big casinos in the city, or the underground casinos, all have deep connections and people to protect them; the open-air casinos are all small characters, setting up a tent casually, gathering today and leaving tomorrow.

Dock workers, gang members and some soldiers are regular visitors here.

There are also very down and out prostitutes soliciting business here.

It's a mixed bag of fish and dragons, and it's very dangerous. Ordinary people never pass by an open-air casino.

Jing Yuanzhao wrapped Yan Xin in a scarf, asked her to put on dark blue clothes instead of a skirt, and then took her into the gambling shack.

"...Are you afraid?" He asked her again.

Yan Xin: "Brother, are you fighting fire with fire?"

He thought she was afraid of killing people, so he took her to an open-air casino to play.

"It's quite interesting. When it ends at five o'clock in the morning, there will be small stalls over there for drinking and eating smelly fish," Jing Yuanzhao said.

Yan Xin said to him again: "You are such a rough man!"

His skin was dark, so he didn't stand out among the dock workers; Yan Xin was wearing clothes, so he didn't stand out under the dim oil lamp.

The two of them chose their seats. Yan Xin sat in the front seat, but Jing Yuanzhao pulled up a small chair and sat next to her.

"Just bet on the size of the dice?" Yan Xin asked Jing Yuanzhao in a low voice.

Jing Yuanzhao: "Yes, the gameplay here is relatively simple. I like simplicity."

When eating, drinking and having fun, it would be too strenuous to think about it.

Jing Yuanzhao was already very tired from the intrigues on weekdays. During his break, Jing Yuanzhao just wanted to play something mindless.

He doesn't like playing cards, nor does he like mahjong, because they both require calculations.

Instead of focusing on the gambling table, be more careful in the military.

He likes to play dice simply and crudely to relax his mind and body.

"...You try it." Jing Yuanzhao said.

Yan Xin has never played much.

In the first place, she was placed on the bank, and her points were very small.

After losing three games in a row, her expression softened visibly, and her attention was diverted.

She said to Jing Yuanzhao: "Do you have any tips for rolling dice? Why can't I always get the big point?"

"There's no secret, just feel." Jing Yuanzhao said with a smile.

He held her hand.

Simply, he shook it seventeen points.

Yan Xin: "..."

It may seem like a simple gambling game, but it’s actually a great way to kill time.

Yan Xin gradually mastered some tricks and was able to win occasionally.

She felt that she was finally about to enter the house when someone shouted: "The shed is closed!"

It's already five o'clock in the morning.

The open-air casino opens at [-]pm and closes at [-]am. People from the Qinggang manage these places and will not allow people to gamble day and night.

Of course, the money of these people is not considered, but the time of working on the dock cannot be delayed.

After a night of gambling, you still have to move the goods the next day. Many gamblers have short lives.

"...So fast?" Yan Xin was a little surprised.

She felt that she had just come.

Before she knew it, she and Jing Yuanzhao had been playing here for an hour.

The simple gambling of dice is so attractive that people forget about time in a trance.

"Yes." Jing Yuanzhao said, "If you keep playing, you will become addicted."

Yan Xin was horrified: "I can't!"

Jing Yuanzhao smiled.

In October weather, the sky becomes dark at five o'clock, which is the darkest time before dawn.

On the small wine stall, a kerosene lamp was as dim as a bean, and the figures were dim, and no one could see anyone clearly.

Jing Yuanzhao and Yan Xin sat down at a greasy table, and the boy brought them wine and appetizers.

Appetizers include fish, broad beans and peanuts.

Stinky fish does smell bad.

Jing Yuanzhao said, "It's very delicious. Try it."

Yan Xin struggled to open her mouth.

It smells bad, but when you eat it, it has a rare salty taste. It is indeed delicious.

"Have another drink." Jing Yuanzhao said.

The wine has no aroma, is pungent and spicy, and hits my forehead first.

Yan Xin almost choked to tears when she took her first bite. But this strong and rough impact feels inexplicably refreshing.

It's harder to drink countless times than those wines that have a good aftertaste and slow progress, but the feeling of comfort is invincible.

"...How is it?" Jing Yuanzhao asked her.

Yan Xin let out a few sighs of relief: "You are right, the simplest stimulation is the happiest."

Therefore, Jing Yuanzhao never behaves like a gentleman, nor does he settle for anything elegant.

High-level happiness requires all kinds of efforts to obtain; but the lowest level of happiness is so easy.

People from the upper class would not come to such a casino, drink such low-quality wine, or eat such bad smelly fish.

"I didn't lie to you, did I?" He laughed and drank it all.

This kind of wine is purely stimulating and easily intoxicating.

Jing Yuanzhao drank two glasses and then put it down.

Yan Xin drank one glass after another and couldn't stop.

Jing Yuanzhao let her drink.

Later, she got drunk, vomited again, and lay on Jing Yuanzhao's back, smiling foolishly.

The smile is very silly.

Ever since she was a child, she has probably never smiled so innocently, which is a bit cute.

"Jing Yuanzhao." She called his name in a low voice, her mouth full of alcohol, but it was sweeter than the night wind.

Jing Yuanzhao loved her smell.

He carried her on his back and held her steady with his hands.

"I'm here, Zhuzhu'er."

"I don't want to be an outcast, and I don't want to have children." She told him in a low voice. "I'm afraid I won't win them, and I'm afraid I'll have a rebellious son."

Jing Yuanzhao listened quietly: "You will win, I can help you; you are not an outsider; we don't have to have any rebellious sons, not even a child, just the two of us will grow old together."

The drunkard heard what he said.

She said with certainty: "You will really cut off your descendants, Jing Yuanzhao."

"Yes." He smiled, coaxing her.

"I don't happen to want children either," she said.

"Then will you follow me?" he asked.

The drunkard was silent.

She put her head on the side of his neck and gently licked his neck without answering his words.

Jing Yuanzhao was shocked.

In the car, Jing Yuanzhao gently held her sleeping body in his arms, carefully holding her so that her head rested on his chest.

Yan Xin fell into a deep sleep.

It was peaceful in my sleep.

She seemed to have arrived in a warm place, with dazzling sunlight, fire-like kapok, and extremely wide leaves.

It's a bit hot, I'm slightly sweaty, but I feel relaxed.

She sat in front of the window making medicine. There was a man who fell asleep in a wicker chair in the courtyard, his eyes covered with a thick veil, as if his eyes were injured.

He was sleeping well, the corners of his lips had a slight arc, and the curve of his jaw was so familiar.

It's Jing Yuanzhao.

Yan Xin woke up, the sun shone in through the gaps in the lace curtains, and golden light fell to the ground.

Her head hurt, but her mood was relaxed.

She actually saw Jing Yuanzhao sleeping in her dream, and it seemed that he was also dreaming.

Who is the person in the dream?

Yan Xin laughed dumbly.

The door was pushed open, and Jing Yuanzhao went upstairs with the sobering soup.

He opened the curtains for her and pushed open the window: "How do you feel?"

"It's okay." Yan Xin said.

Jing Yuanzhao: "You can't go back on what you promised me last night."

"What did I promise you?"