Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

"This is the world map."

Jing Yuanzhao spread out the parchment and showed it to Yan Xin.

He told her in detail: "This is London, where Rouzhen studied; this is Nanyang; this is Guangcheng..."

He spoke slowly.

Then he drew a very small area and showed it only to her, "This is Yicheng."

"Here?" Yan Xin pressed her finger.

"Yes."

"It's very small." Yan Xin said.

"Because to the whole world, Yicheng is a very small place; and in Yicheng, we are very small." Jing Yuanzhao said.

He added, "We are all like a glass of water. If you pour it on your clothes, they will become soaked, and it will seem like the sky is falling. But if you pour it on the ocean, it will be nothing more than dust."

Yan Xin was stunned.

Jing Yuanzhao was a rough man, but he didn't ask Yan Xin to look away.

He knew that touching the upper lip to the lower lip and a few simple words had no effect.

He traveled thousands of miles to send her a world map from Beicheng.

He told her that all people in the world were extremely small.

Those huge worries suddenly became worthless when they fell into the sea.

And a long life, isn’t it a broad sea? No one knows where their own shore is.

Life is vast.

All my worries now are just a glass of water.

It's so heavy, yet so insignificant.

"There are many places in this world; but I have never left Yicheng." Yan Xin said.

"When I have free time, I will take you around." Jing Yuanzhao said, "Our first trip is to Guangcheng."

Yan Xin was silent.

Guangcheng was the place where he and Yan Wanwan met.

And he had already killed Yan Wanwan.

Are the memories of Guangcheng too cruel to him?

Yan Xin asked Zhu Shichang's family to find out the secrets of her illness.

However, until now after the New Year, she has not returned to Yan Mansion much. She only told Mrs. Cheng to go back to visit her grandmother from time to time.

"You can also go abroad and go to New York." Yan Xin said.

"You actually know about places abroad?" Jing Yuanzhao smiled.

Yan Xin nodded: "I heard that many medical students came back from there. Maybe I want to study Western medicine too."

Jing Yuanzhao: "You can go if you want. Wait two years and we'll go together."

Yan Xin: "...I might go by myself."

"I don't feel at ease in a foreign country." Jing Yuanzhao said, "If I let you go to study abroad, wouldn't you be putting a fish into the sea? When I can't find you, I won't even have tears to cry."

Yan Xin couldn't help laughing: "Am I a fish?"

"Yes." Jing Yuanzhao said, "Did you see the bait I prepared? It's all to catch you."

Yan Xin: "You can pick me up anytime you want."

"Can you honestly tell me that I did this to you?" he asked.

Yan Xin suddenly took a few steps forward, took his hand, and pressed it on her chest: "I have no conscience, brother. I don't have such a thing."

Jing Yuanzhao was stunned.

He picked her up from the waist and half-raised her: "Don't seduce me, Zhuzhu'er, you know I'm going to die from suffocation."

Yan Xin: "..."

When Jing Yuanzhao comes, he won't leave.

He stayed in Songxiangyuan.

In the evening, his trusted lieutenant brought over three boxes of gifts.

There was a box of clothes, including various colored satins, fur cloaks, waistcoats, new-style dresses and glass stockings, and a few shawls.

"There are a lot of good things in Tianjin's opening port," Jing Yuanzhao said.

Among them was a snow silk shawl, smooth and plain, but with extremely long tassels hanging from it. It's too elegant, and those tassels seem to be wandering around the body.

Yan Xin likes it very much. This simple shawl pleases her heart.

In addition to clothes, there are also many snacks and several kinds of Western chocolates.

Food, clothing, and everything else are new gadgets.

There is also an album with pictures of Western beauties, the size of a palm. The woman is plump and beautiful, with blond hair and blue eyes, giving her an exotic beauty.

"This is fun," she whispered.

Jing Yuanzhao came over and said, "Not as beautiful as you, Zhuzhu'er."

Yan Xin: "..."

She can't afford this.

On the fifth day after Jing Yuanzhao came back, the old lady of the Jiang family held a hundred-day ceremony.

The Hundred Days Festival was relatively simple, and even the paper horses were fooled around.

No one has any ideas and no one wants to spend money.

The second master and the seventh master had divided their property, and they should have thought about making sacrifices this time, but they didn't really care.

They are used to counting on their older brother to take the lead.

Now that the elder brother has fallen, the elder sister-in-law ignores him, so the second master and the seventh master are unprepared. They did nothing but find fault.

The only one who is proud of the scenery is Jiang Siqiao.

He officially went to work at the bank. Whether it is salary or social status, they are very good and he is very satisfied.

He maintained his young master's dignity.

The eldest wife supported him with all her strength, hoping to support him and use him as her support to suppress the other concubines and the two brothers-in-law.

However, Yan Xin knew very well how cruel Jiang Siqiao was.

"Let's see how dog-eat-dog they are."

During this sacrifice, Yan Xin also met Zhang Qingya.

She had a calm attitude and followed the eldest lady, always smiling.

I don't know if her beauty is because of Jiang Siqiao or because she met Sheng Rouzhen.

Yan Xin thought that Sheng Rouzhen had helped her deal with the Jiang family in her previous life.

She looked away from Zhang Qingya.

After the sacrifice, according to custom, Yan Xin took off her mourning clothes in front of her ancestors' graves and also took off the white flowers on her head.

She is the only one in the Jiang family who is in mourning, and it will end in a hundred days.

When he returned to Songxiangyuan, Jing Yuanzhao was still there.

Yan Xin asked Feng's mother to prepare hot water, she wanted to take a bath.

In the steamy bathroom, Jing Yuanzhao unbuttoned her clothes.

He kissed her eagerly.

By the time it was over, the water in the tub was cold.

Jing Yuanzhao vented his emotions and suddenly took a closer look at Yan Xin's body.

It was getting dark, and he suddenly turned on the bathroom light.

Yan Xin was not very used to being stared at by him in bright light, especially when she was not wearing any clothes.

She was about to hide, but Jing Yuanzhao held her shoulders: "Zhu Zhu'er, your wound..."

Yan Xin looked at her arms and shoulders.

She said: "It has been several months and the wound has healed."

Jing Yuanzhao looked at her in surprise: "Shouldn't there be scars?"

Yan Xin: "My family has been studying medicine for generations, and my grandfather is a sage in the apricot forest. Isn't there any medicine to deal with trauma?"

"Can you heal scars?" Jing Yuanzhao was shocked.

Yan Xin: "If it's an old scar, there's nothing you can do about it. But if you've just been injured, just apply the medicine and don't wash it off, just apply it, and the skin can recover. It just takes a long time, maybe Three Western months."

Jing Yuanzhao couldn't believe it.

However, Yan Xin's medical skills are indeed very good, and she is also a master of medicine.

Many people say that the medicine from Wenliang Baicao Hall is easy to use.

"Zhu Zhu'er, you are such a genius." Jing Yuanzhao hugged her in surprise.

Yan Xin was embarrassed by his compliments, and because neither of them were wearing clothes, she was even more embarrassed.

At this moment, someone knocked on the courtyard door.

Yan Xin was in the bathroom and heard Sheng Rouzhen's voice: "Is sister at home?"

Yan Xin looked at Jing Yuanzhao.

Jing Yuanzhao frowned slightly and asked her in a low voice, "What is she doing here?"

Yan Xin shook her head.

She didn't know, but she felt for the first time that Sheng Rouzhen was following Jing Yuanzhao.

It has been five days since Jing Yuanzhao returned to Yicheng.

He has been staying in the Songxiang Courtyard in Yanxin for the past five days. It is estimated that people from the military government are looking for him.