Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

The next day, Yan Xin was going back.

Jing Yuanzhao refused to let go, holding her waist and holding her in his arms: "Zhuzhu'er, come with me for divorce. I really can't bear it."

Yan Xin was silent.

"Still don't dare?" He asked again, "You can't trust me?"

Yan Xin buried her head in his arms.

After a long while, she said dullly: "The pomegranate flowers are so beautiful, better than anything else, but they wither after the season."

——Like his feelings.

Passion is like fire, and it cannot survive time.

Maybe this time next year, even if another flower doesn't bloom in his life, Yan Xin, the heart flower, will wither.

In the past days, Yan Xin's past life was either repeated, or she followed the old lady's path.

A young woman often feels that she is different from others, and this man will always love her.

Yan Xin has experienced many things and seen many people. She knows very well that the gap between people is very small, and no one is the most special.

No matter how beautiful the appearance is, it becomes normal after seeing it for a long time; no matter how excellent the medical skills are, it becomes a habit and is no longer rare.

It's not that Yan Xin can't trust him, she just sees through the world.

"The flowers will bear fruit and bloom again next year. It will last forever as long as the tree remains." Jing Yuanzhao said, "If you don't marry me, you won't even have a tree, let alone have nothing to rely on."

Yan Xin gently hugged his waist.

"Sooner or later you will believe me, Zhuzhu'er! I promise you that within this year, I will not ask you about this matter again, so as not to annoy you." He said.

Then he said, "You have many things that I can't explain clearly. They are all your dreams."

"Yes." Yan Xin whispered.

Jing Yuanzhao: "I have time to wait. How long do you want me to wait, Zhuzhu'er?"

"I do not know."

"Next year's Beginning of Autumn, okay?" Jing Yuanzhao asked, "Next year's Beginning of Autumn, we have known each other for two and a half years.

You have more than a year to think about it. It's been more than a year and it's my fault if you still can't trust me. "

beginning of autumn……

When they first met, he asked her to follow him.

After delaying it until the beginning of autumn, he became interested and refused to force her, nor did he want to only have three short months.

Their relationship seems to have started from that day.

The beginning of autumn this year is too short, and he is busy.

He suddenly stretched the time to next year, neither long nor short, neither urgent nor slow.

"Brother, you are good at attacking the mind." Yan Xin said.

"Because you are worth it," Jing Yuanzhao said, "You deserve my patience with you, Zhuzhu'er. You are the best girl in the world."

Yan Xin went back to Songxiangyuan after lunch that day.

On the way back, she was alone in her thoughts.

Her grandfather taught her, cultivated her, and used strict methods. Whenever she made achievements, her grandfather would be very strict and tell her not to be arrogant or impetuous.

If her grandfather hadn't been so strict, Yan Xin wouldn't have learned it. Human nature is all about enjoyment, and no one wants to endure hardship.

Grandfather loved her most.

Then she married into the Jiang family.

She had never heard a good word again. Jiang Siqiao wished he could trample her under his feet; her mother-in-law only wanted to suck blood; and her son always ignored his mother's efforts.

As time passed, she became dim, silent and quiet, and a thick layer of dust fell on her body. Only in her thirties, she had fine lines at the corners of her eyes.

There has never been a person who praised her and supported her like Jing Yuanzhao.

He was not afraid of her falling like his grandfather. It seemed that he was so confident that he could catch her even if she fell.

He is not malicious like the Jiang family group.

While he gets happiness from Yan Xin, he also makes her happy and never ignores her needs.

"...How wonderful would it be if I met you first after my grandfather passed away?"

Without going through those people and things in the Jiang family, she was just a young miracle doctor raised in a boudoir.

She will have a lot of enthusiasm and courage to repay him.

Once upon a time, she was naive and romantic, and fantasized about "two people for the rest of her life."

Jing Yuanzhao is worthy of a man who will go through fire and water for him.

But Yan Xin only had a body left, her soul had been sucked dry long ago, and she was just an evil ghost crawling up from hell.

What she doesn't trust is herself.

In a blink of an eye, it’s the Dragon Boat Festival.

Early in the morning, the adjutant of the Governor's Mansion came to pick up Yan Xin, who was going to the Governor's Mansion to celebrate the festival.

Yan Xin changed into an early summer mid-sleeve slanted cardigan, a white silk skirt, and lavender embroidered shoes. She took Bai Shuang to the Governor's Mansion.

There was laughter and laughter in the lady’s yard.

Zhang Nanshu is joking.

When Yan Xin came in, the lady asked her to sit down and asked someone to bring her the Five Poison Cake.

"Five Poison Cake" is a cake made from beans of five colors ground into powder. It doesn't taste very good. Eating it is for good luck.

In addition to the Wudu cakes, the lady also prepared Wufuluozi, which is made of threads of five colors and can be hung on the body or worn on the wrist.

Several people were sitting around, including Zhang Nanshu, Sheng Rouzhen, and two young ladies from Xifu.

"...I'm telling my wife, let's make rice dumplings with our own hands and eat them." Zhang Nanshu said, "Zhuzhu, can you do it?"

Yan Xin shook her head: "Not really."

"It's just right. We don't know how to do it, so we're just playing around." Zhang Nanshu said, "Okay, madam? Let the kitchen prepare rice dumpling leaves and glutinous rice. We can make it ourselves and eat it to make it delicious."

The lady was so worn that she was helpless.

Zhang Nanshu actually doesn't eat meat rice dumplings, but when the kitchen brought glutinous rice mixed with soy sauce, salted egg yolk, fresh meat and other ingredients, Miss Zhang San didn't say anything unnecessary.

It shows how much I want to play.

Yan Xin couldn't help laughing.

The cook taught them, but they were all in a mess, and even the wife herself was in a hurry.

Yan Xin learned it first.

"Zhu Zhu'er is the smartest." Madam praised her.

Yan Xin: "I learn things a little faster."

When they were almost done, the warlord came back, followed by Jing Yuanzhao and Sheng Yuanshan.

"...Make it yourself?" Jing Yuanzhao frowned slightly, "It's such a hard time celebrating the festival, can't you eat some decent rice dumplings?"

Overseer: "You traitor, your mother will take care of it too. If you don't like food, get out and beg for food yourself."

Jing Yuanzhao: "..."

He glanced at it and asked Yan Xin, "Zhu Zhu'er, I want to eat your bag. Your bag is the most beautiful."

Sheng Rouzhen lowered her gaze and seemed not to hear.

"I didn't mark them. I couldn't tell them apart if they were cooked together." Yan Xin said.

It looks good but doesn’t taste good.

Sheng Yuanshan glanced specifically at Yan Xin several times.

Then at lunch, the rice dumplings were served first, and Jing Yuanzhao found Yan Xinbao's correctly; Sheng Yuanshan also got the same one.

"I also want to eat the pork buns." Zhang Nanshu said, "Madam, you eat my buns."

lady:"……"

Miss Jing Feiyan rummaged around and found the one she had marked: "Abba, I made this for you to eat."

He took another one and gave it to Madam, "Madam, this is for you, a pair with Abba."

The lady laughed.

The warlord was very happy, but he still kept nagging: "There are so many children in the family, but you are the only one who is clever, you..."

"Peel the rice dumplings for me, don't lecture the children while eating." The lady interrupted him.

warlord:"……"

Everyone enjoyed this meal very happily.

Yan Xin had nothing to worry about and just came to eat; his wife and the governor were in a good mood; Sheng Yuanshan and Jing Yuanzhao both grabbed Yan Xinbao's rice dumplings and were very satisfied.

Zhang Nanshu enjoyed watching the excitement and eating fresh rice dumplings to her heart's content.

Miss Jing Jiatong is heartless, she just eats and never thinks about other things; Miss Jing Feiyan behaves well in front of the governor and his wife, and she is also happy.

Sheng Rouzhen was the only one who was full of worries and had a hard time eating.