Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

Inside the curtain, Jing Yuanzhao's even breathing could be heard, and he fell asleep.

Yan Xin suddenly felt that the world was vast.

If it were to happen again, why should she be held back by these things?

In the previous life, regardless of whether Jiang Zhixiao was her son or not, in this life Yan Xin saw him coming out of someone else's belly, so she would never be wrong.

In this case, what is the relationship between him and Yan Xin?

It was his fate that he was poor and suffered; it was also her fate that Yan Xin was angry to death.

Everyone has his own life.

Yan Xin was too tired and fell asleep for a while.

Jing Yuanzhao opened his eyes.

He leaned forward slightly and looked at her finally falling asleep, feeling a little complicated.

On this day, after Jing Yuanzhao left Songxiangyuan, he handled some official duties and then went to find his mother.

He seemed to say casually: "I originally wanted to bring Zhuzhuer over for dinner, but she is busy at home. Her husband's concubine gave birth to a son."

The lady listened with a calm expression.

Jing Yuanzhao: "Mom, when the child was born in Xifu, were you so scared that you lost your mind?"

Madam: "Why am I afraid? It's nothing."

"Zhuzhu'er doesn't look good, as if she's extremely scared. Why is she doing this? Because that child is the eldest grandson of the Jiang family?" Jing Yuanzhao asked.

The lady saw that he was not talking nonsense, but was very serious and concerned, and his attitude was somewhat correct.

"Eldest son, it's different after all," the lady said.

"But that child is just a bastard, and his biological mother was born as a maid. Why should Zhu Zhuer be afraid of him?" Jing Yuanzhao said.

Madam: "You are a man, so you naturally know this. Women in the inner house are sometimes trembling with fear."

"If Zhuzhu'er only wanted to be a housewife, she wouldn't be the incense master of the Qinggang. I don't think she's afraid because she's scared," Jing Yuanzhao said.

The lady was stumped.

Jing Yuanzhao: "You are the hostess who is in charge of the house, and you have deep knowledge. Please help me think about it."

But the lady looked at him deeply: "Are you so concerned about Zhu Zhu'er?"

"She is my sister." Jing Yuanzhao said.

Madame stared at him again.

Women's thoughts are different from men's. Madam herself always felt that her son was very arrogant, and the one he liked must be a rich man from a famous family.

Yan Xin is pretty good, but too gentle. For Jing Yuanzhao, she may lack some charm; besides, she comes from an ordinary family and is someone else's wife.

Jing Yuanzhao asked, maybe he was just curious.

"...Ask her yourself. She may not be worried about the birth of the concubine's eldest son." The lady said.

Jing Yuanzhao: "I think so. I'm curious as to what's bothering her."

Madam: "If we say that in the past, her worries were reasonable, but now there is only one possibility."

"What?" Jing Yuanzhao sat upright for a moment.

"She probably loves her husband very much," the lady said.

Jing Yuanzhao scoffed.

But the wife said: "We women, unlike you men, sometimes pretend to be generous and indifferent, but we really care in our hearts.

Her husband has a concubine's eldest son, and that concubine may be there forever, and it will be included in her family tree. She had him in her heart and looked forward to growing old together with him, so she would not be happy to have a concubine's eldest son. "

Jing Yuanzhao: "Mom, you really dare to think about it."

The lady was a little annoyed: "You came to ask me first, and then you disliked my old ideas. I want to tell your father to break your legs."

Jing Yuanzhao stood up and begged for mercy: "Leave me alone and run for you another day. It's nothing, I'll go back first."

The lady stopped him again: "Aren't you at the station?"

"I'll be back for a few days." Jing Yuanzhao said, "I'm not going, my father has replaced me."

The lady laughed: "That's great. Starting tomorrow, you can wait at the pier and help me pick up Rouzhen. She will probably arrive within the next few days. I don't know the specific day yet."

Jing Yuanzhao was the most impatient of waiting for others.

Not to mention his adopted sister, even his biological sister is not qualified to command him.

"Isn't it enough for the adjutant to accept her? Why, she is so noble and noble?" Jing Yuanzhao straightened his clothes and raised his feet to leave.

Madam: "This is how you answer me when I ask you for something?"

Jing Yuanzhao sighed: "Mom, that's not what you said. You are overqualified, so let me pick up a little girl. It's what the adjutant can do."

"It's different. You are a member of the family, and the adjutant is just an adjutant." Madam said, "If you don't want to go, I will go by myself."

Jing Yuanzhao: "It's winter, and the wind is very strong at the pier. If you wait for two or three days, you'll have a headache."

Then he complained, "Is it so important?"

"Rou Zhen is much more considerate than you. She never contradicts me. She keeps everything in mind about me." Madam said.

Praise her over and over again.

Jing Yuanzhao remembered that his father and Yan Xin had mentioned that his mother wanted him to marry Sheng Rouzhen.

He came back and sat down: "Are you still ready to be my matchmaker?"

The lady's eyes were gentle: "Who did you listen to?"

"Dad."

"...What do you think?" Madam asked again, "I will never force you."

"That's great, I don't want to." Jing Yuanzhao said.

The lady choked: "Why don't you want to?"

"Didn't you just say you won't force me?" Jing Yuanzhao asked.

Madam: "Let me ask you the reason. Do you think she has a bad background, or is she not pretty enough?"

"All of them!" Jing Yuanzhao said firmly, "Only someone like Miss Zhang San, who has given a dowry of at least [-] troops or several iron mines, is qualified to discuss marriage with me."

lady:"……"

She thought about this for a moment and felt that her son was serious.

Men are snobbish, especially when it comes to their marriage. They must find every aspect that is beneficial to them.

When Rouzhen was married to someone else, she was the adopted daughter of the Jing family and had a background in the military government; when she was married to Jing Yuanzhao, she was just an ordinary girl with no father or mother.

"Have you fallen in love with Nan Shu?" Madam asked.

Jing Yuanzhao thought about Zhang Nanshu's expression towards him, sneered, and immediately planted a surprise for her: "She's not bad."

Later, Zhang Nanshu heard about this incident euphemistically.

She wished she could get in front of Jing Yuanzhao and tear his mouth apart.

Why wasn't this bastard struck to death by lightning?

She stopped provoking him recently, and he suddenly dug a hole for her, causing Zhang Nanshu to fall into the mud.

Zhang Nanshu wished she could kill him in front of his wife to prove her innocence: "I despise him.

If I marry him, why don't I marry a pillar? I told him not to think about my family's dowry, it's not worth a penny. "

The lady didn’t take it seriously either.

There is no such ambiguity between Jing Yuanzhao and Zhang Nanshu.

The two of them were like two puppies, barking and barking all day long, and they couldn't stand each other.

"...If you marry him, I will have a headache and watch you two fight all day long." Madam smiled, "I don't want to be a matchmaker for you."

Miss Zhang San is good at everything, she is beautiful, has a cheerful personality and has a superior family background. It was just too noisy and my wife couldn't bear it.

The lady has a quiet personality.

Their neighborhood was lively and lively, but the Songxiang Courtyard in Yanxin was particularly deserted.