Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

Yan Xin also sat up after hearing his request.

Jing Yuanzhao said seriously: "Before the Chinese New Year, we went to Longhua Temple and you said something in front of the Buddha. Can you change it?"

Yan Xin: "..."

She was so angry that she did say something harsh.

She said that she would love neither Jing Yuanzhao nor Sheng Yuanshan, otherwise she would die badly.

"Can you still change your mind?" Yan Xin asked.

Jing Yuanzhao: "If you believe it, you will have it, if you don't believe it, you will have it. Usually this is the case. When you change your mind, you promise to be a vegetarian, reshape the golden body of the Bodhisattva, and do many good things."

Yan Xin: "Brother, are you too trusting?"

"I just don't want you to make a mistake. If you change your words, just say that you should be a vegetarian for a month, rebuild the golden body of the Bodhisattva in the whole temple, and do ten good deeds." Jing Yuanzhao said.

Yan Xin: "..."

"I'll eat it for you, I'll have the Bodhisattva's golden body reshaped, and you can do the good deeds yourself, okay?" Jing Yuanzhao said, "This is the birthday gift I want."

Yan Xin: "Brother, I..."

Jing Yuanzhao hugged her: "Zhu Zhu'er, promise me! If you sincerely give me something, promise me to do this."

Yan Xin suddenly felt sour in her heart.

She said: "Brother, you and I have a slim future, so why do you care about that casual remark?"

Jing Yuanzhao said seriously: "It's not slim at all. Zhuzhu'er, I like you, you must be my wife."

Yan Xin's eyes were sour, and her breath was a little choked: "But I'm afraid."

"Afraid of marrying me?"

"I'm afraid of becoming someone else's wife." Yan Xin said, "Even a wise woman like my mother would have to walk hard to be someone else's wife. I don't have the confidence to be better than her."

Madam told Yan Xin that she had no regrets because she couldn't help herself and had no choice.

No matter how many times she comes back, Madam will always be at that ferry, taking her only remaining mother-in-law and nurse, hugging her young brother, and boarding Governor Jing’s boat.

Once she got on that boat, she couldn't choose the way forward.

Yan Xin's situation was not like this. She didn't have a choice.

In her previous life, whether she was a wife or a mother, she was extremely miserable.

Her character seems gentle and delicate, but in fact she is stubborn and stubborn.

Men in this world will always have times when they cannot help themselves.

Just like Madam, who gave up her love and compromised for the sake of life, what's the point of doing it again?

A different way of living is not to change from the daughter-in-law of the Jiang Mansion to the daughter-in-law of the Governor's Mansion.

"...You don't believe me, do you?" Jing Yuanzhao asked.

Yan Xin took his hand and gently covered her cheek. She rubbed her face against his palm and said in a low voice: "Brother, you are in my bed, I did not drive you away."

"and then?"

"This is all I can give." Yan Xin said, "Don't plan the way forward for me. I want to go on my own."

Jing Yuanzhao's expression tightened.

His hand slid down and held her thin neck, bringing her closer.

He said: "Zhu Zhu'er, if you want to leave me, then you are really heartless."

"I told you, I don't," Yan Xin said, "Now the government is talking about democracy and freedom. Brother, I never know what freedom is. I can't help myself."

Jing Yuanzhao suddenly felt heartbroken.

Her words sounded like a casual sigh, but he felt the grievance in it.

She suffered a lot, even though she never talked about it.

She just felt heavy and suffered by herself.

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this." He pressed close to her, held her firmly in his arms, and gently stroked her back with his hand, "Zhuzhu'er, here with me, you have freedom."

Yan Xin quietly kissed him on his shoulder.

"...What do you want for your birthday?" she asked.

Jing Yuanzhao thought for a long time: "Make me a pair of shoes."

If you are good at needlework, you can make a pair in about two or three days.

It doesn't look difficult to attach the soles and embroider the uppers.

But Yan Xin has never held a needle and thread in her life. She used to want to learn Western medicine, but she heard people say that Western medicine doctors require stitches.

She couldn't even mend a pair of socks.

"It's only half a month before your birthday, and I'm afraid I won't be able to make it in time. I have to start learning all over again." Yan Xin said.

"It doesn't need to be too fancy to make a pair of plain shoes. You can ask someone to help you." Jing Yuanzhao said.

"Okay," she said.

"Tell someone to get up and draw a picture," he said.

Yan Xin nodded.

After everyone fell asleep, Mrs. Cheng and Banxia were called up again to trace Jing Yuanzhao's feet.

Everyone knew the atmosphere was not right, but no one dared to say anything.

Mrs. Cheng and Banxia were very good at it and quickly traced the appearance of his shoes.

That night, Yan Xin slept very uneasily, and Jing Yuanzhao didn't sleep much either.

Yan Xin knew it when he got up early and left.

The next morning, Yan Xin had breakfast and began to urge Mrs. Cheng and Ban Xia to help her make shoes.

"I need to make a paste first, and then glue the uppers and soles." Mrs. Cheng said.

Banxia also said: "After it's glued, it's time to sew it up with one stitch. The thread still needs to be waxed slowly."

Yan Xin felt her scalp numb after hearing this: "Is it so troublesome to make a pair of shoes?"

"Is this still troublesome? The embroidery on the uppers of exquisite shoes like the ones you wear requires the most effort. I can make a pair in half a month." Banxia said with a proud smile.

Yan Xin: "..."

In the morning, Songxiangyuan was busy making paste.

Mrs. Cheng used a small stove and played with it in the rosin courtyard.

Yan Xin watched from the side.

Someone knocked on the corner door.

Yan Xin thought it was Zhang Nanshu who was here and asked someone to open the door. Unexpectedly, the adjutant came in and announced that it was Cheng Sanniang.

"Hall Master Cheng?" Yan Xin was slightly surprised.

In order to show respect, she walked through the alley in person and went to greet Cheng Sanniang at the entrance of the alley.

Cheng Sanniang exchanged some polite words with her.

"The pomegranate flowers in my house are in bloom. These are early pomegranate flowers, which are more beautiful. I'll give you some to play with." Cheng Sanniang said with a smile.

In her hand, she carried a small rattan basket filled with flaming pomegranate flowers, which were extremely prosperous.

When the pomegranate blooms, all flowers are colorless in front of it, and it alone occupies the unique beauty.

Yan Xin likes durian flowers very much, but she knows that Cheng Sanniang "goes to the Three Treasures Hall for everything" and she will never just send flowers.

Cheng Sanniang is not a housewife. She manages a hall and is usually very busy, even busier than the governor's wife, so she has no time for socializing.

Others are fawning over her.

"Hall Master, you..."

"Yan Xin, I'm only thirty years old this year. If you don't mind, can you call me sister?" Cheng Sanniang said.

Yan Xin immediately changed her words: "Sister."

"Good sister, I'm here this time to give you some information. It's a little information. I hope it's of some value to you. It's about the birthday party at Markham Hotel." Cheng Sanniang said.

Yan Xin is all ears.

After listening, she still felt surprised.

Why did you come here to give her flowers and information?

After drinking two rounds of tea, he was still going in circles, so Yan Xin decided to break it first.

"...Sister Cheng, if you have anything, I can help you and I will do my best. You can just say it."

"Something happened." Cheng Sanniang sighed softly.

"You say."

"I'm afraid I have offended Sheng Lvzuo." Cheng Sanniang glanced at Yan Xin.

Yan Xin: "Uncle?"