Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

Zhang Fengchun, the big shopkeeper, went to Bozhou Pharmaceutical Market.

It was the largest drug market relatively close to Yicheng, where countless drug dealers gathered.

The market opens every winter month.

Zhang Fengchun is going to buy medicinal materials for the next year. It is a bulk purchase. He took away half of the shop's clerks and apprentices.

Now, the second shopkeeper is in charge of the drug store.

During these days, Yan Xin was working at the drug store during the day, helping to sort out the goods in the warehouse and make room for the new medicinal materials that were about to come in.

In the evening, Jing Yuanzhao would pick her up and take her to his villa.

The days are easy.

Yan Xin was busy in the warehouse and vaguely heard Wang Yue'er's voice.

The Wang girl has a loud and powerful voice.

After a while, the door of the warehouse was gently pushed open and then closed again.

Yan Xin first guessed that Wang Yue'er had come in, but then felt something was wrong: Miss Wang would not be quiet for a moment, and she would definitely yell first when she entered.

She turned around abruptly.

A subtle light was piercing her.

Yan Xin was startled and subconsciously wanted to dodge, but it was too late and the dagger was handed to her.

She stepped aside and squeezed to the side. The dagger grazed her arm, and the sharp sting awakened Yan Xin's mind.

She saw a man in coarse cloth.

At first, she almost didn't recognize it because there wasn't enough light in the warehouse; when she saw it clearly, she broke into a cold sweat.

Yan Wanwan held a short dagger, cutting iron like clay.

After scratching her arm, Yan Wanwan continued to stab her with a calm and calm face.

Not saying a word.

The warehouse is not big, and Yan Xin has nowhere to escape. He knows that if he avoids, he will lose the opportunity. Her hand touched the medicinal powder on the shelf and rushed towards Yan Wanwan.

Because Yan Xin did not dodge the backlash, Yan Wanwan's dagger pierced her shoulder very neatly, sinking deep into her flesh and unable to pull it out.

Yan Xin endured the severe pain, held down her hand that could not pull out the dagger with one hand, and sprinkled the powder into her eyes with the other hand.

Yan Wanwan was in pain and wanted to escape, but Yan Xin took control of her instead.

Ignoring her own pain, she cut Yan Wanwan's hands behind her back and used her strength to push Yan Wanwan to the ground.

When the situation was temporarily stable, Yan Xin shouted: "Come on, come on!"

Her voice was sharp.

The second shopkeeper and the clerks were all startled when they heard this and ran over in a hurry.

The door to the warehouse was locked and there was only a skylight.

Yan Xin was still shouting: "It's a murderer, hurry up and help, hurry up!"

The young and nimble boys built a human wall and lifted a nimble boy over the skylight into the warehouse.

After the boy came in, he didn't immediately look for Yan Xin behind the shelf. Instead, he opened the locked door first.

The second shopkeeper and others all rushed in.

Yan Xin wore a silver-white short jacket.

The short coat was torn in two places, with cotton wool and blood everywhere; and the person she pinned to the ground was about to break free.

The boy and others immediately went to catch the murderer.

Seeing Yan Wanwan being caught, Yan Xin felt faint and lay on the ground.

The second shopkeeper was almost scared to death: "My boss, Miss Sixth!"

Yan Xin felt pain all over.

Severe pain, chills.

She was bleeding a lot and her heart was beating so fast that she was panicking.

"I'm fine." She whispered to the second shopkeeper, "It didn't hit the vital point, it just hurts. Call my yard and ask Bai Shuang to come."

The second shopkeeper said yes.

The drug store had recently installed a new telephone, and the second shopkeeper was not very good at using it yet. He dialed tremblingly. The operator asked him where to answer the phone, and he almost forgot Yan Xin's number.

Wang Yue'er just said a few words to the second shopkeeper, and the female worker she brought over disappeared, and what followed was an assassination.

At this moment, she was calmer than the second shopkeeper and asked Yan Xin: "My boss, what's the number in your house?"

Yan Xin was a little confused and told her.

Wang Yue'er replaced the second shopkeeper, took the phone, told the operator the number, and finally got through.

"There was a lot of blood, and my boss can't get up." Wang Yue'er told Bai Shuang.

During these days, Yan Xin hardly went back to Songxiangyuan and stayed in Jing Yuanzhao's annex. Bai Shuang did not follow her.

"I'll come right away!" Bai Shuang said.

Bai Shuang hung up the phone and called the military hospital first. Then he sent his adjutant out to the military government to find the young marshal and tell him.

An hour later, Yan Xinren arrived at the military hospital. The dagger was pulled out from her shoulder. There was so much blood that her face turned pale.

There is no fear of life.

The wound on the arm was long but not deep; the penetrating wound on the shoulder looked serious but was not fatal.

"It was just a little bit off and I stabbed my neck. I'm so lucky." The military doctor told Jing Yuanzhao in fear.

Jing Yuanzhao's face was gloomy.

He carefully held Yan Xin's hand and asked her again and again: "Zhu Zhu'er, are you in pain?"

Yan Xin: "It hurts."

Then he said, "I'll read out a prescription. You ask my second shopkeeper to prepare the medicine according to the prescription, fry it and bring it to you. This is my grandfather's own prescription, which has a good effect on wound healing."

He also said, "I also have a prescription for trauma, but unfortunately my second shopkeeper is not very good at medicine. It would be great if Zhang Fengchun was at home."

She spoke slowly, with a gentle tone, like the wind blowing on her face in early spring.

Jing Yuanzhao's heart, which was about to suffocate, eased a bit.

He leaned over and kissed her forehead: "Tell me, I'll find someone to make the medicine for you. The person I'm looking for won't dare to steal your secret recipe."

Yan Xin said well.

She explained two prescriptions in detail, for internal use and external application.

Jing Yuanzhao didn't like studying and his grades were a mess, but his handwriting was vigorous and beautiful.

Even the prescriptions written haphazardly on the bedside table in the ward are in good handwriting.

Yan Xin looked at it and was a little surprised: "I thought you couldn't write."

Jing Yuanzhao: "You look down on me so much?"

"You are a rough man." Yan Xin said truthfully.

Jing Yuanzhao: "My uncle taught me how to calligraphy. He was only a teenager at the time and didn't understand the ways of the world. My mother asked him to watch me write. If I couldn't write well, he would beat me with a ruler. He was much better than Mr. .”

Yan Xin laughed.

A smile hurts the wound.

Jing Yuanzhao slowly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her smiling.

He gave the prescription to Tang Bai.

Jing Yuanzhao sat in front of the bed, asking her if she was hungry, and asking her if she was thirsty.

Yan Xin gradually became tired and soon fell asleep.

Jing Yuanzhao had Bai Shuang and Banxia brought over and asked them to look at Yan Xin.

He is going out.

Jing Yuanzhao asked Tang Bai: "Where is Yan Wanwan?"

"In prison." Tang Bai said.

Jing Yuanzhao: "Let's go."

Tang Bai: "Now? Why don't you wait until the eldest lady gets better?"

"I want opportunity." Jing Yuanzhao said.

He immediately went to the cell.

Yan Wanwan was detained in a cell alone, and there were only two people guarding her, both of whom were close associates of Jing Yuanzhao.

When he came in, Yan Wanwan shrank and hid in a corner.

She felt vaguely uneasy.

Last time she just tried to hurt Yan Xin, Jing Yuanzhao cut off half of her little finger; this time she really stabbed Yan Xin, will Jing Yuanzhao cut off one of her hands?

If a hand was broken, Yan Wanwan would rather die.

When she saw Jing Yuanzhao, she hid for a moment.

Then he took a few steps forward, knelt and crawled to his feet, crying bitterly: "Brother Zhao, I was wrong, Brother Zhao! For the sake of saving you, don't hurt me, I can atone for your sin!"