Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

Yan Xinren is not at home.

Under Feng's mother's control, everyone moved her things back to Songxiangyuan.

She won't leave for a while.

"Where did the lady go?" Banxia asked.

Feng's mother: "I took Bai Shuang out early in the morning. It seems that I didn't drive, but rode a horse."

It's past the beginning of winter, and when I wake up early, the morning mist is gentle, the leaves in the courtyard are withered, and the morning light is lingering like a layer of gauze.

Banxia covered her hands: "It's freezing cold when we go out on horseback today."

Then he said, "I have to turn out the lady's big sweater. The weather is nice today, so I need to dry it quickly. If it rains and gets colder, I will wear it."

She was chattering, but she worked very quickly. She didn't need to ask others for help, and she quickly took out Yan Xin's winter clothes.

When Yan Xin and Bai Shuang arrived at the foot of Longhua Temple, their cheeks turned purple from the cold.

"I should listen to you and wear fur when going out." Yan Xin said.

Bai Shuang: "Let's climb up, eldest lady, and it will warm us up if we move."

Yan Xin nodded.

The two of them climbed up the stairs without notifying anyone.

A young novice who was sweeping the floor saw her on the way, recognized her as a noble person, and hurriedly ran up to report her.

When Yan Xin and Bai Shuang climbed to the Danqi of Longhua Temple, their bodies were steaming. The abbot and two eminent monks, dressed in fresh clothes, greeted them at the door.

"No need to bother, I'm just here to take a look." Yan Xin was embarrassed.

Abbot: "The eldest lady came early, and there are some vegetarian dishes for breakfast in the temple. Can we use some?"

"Okay, thank you."

The abbot asked someone to make arrangements and went shopping with Yan Xin himself.

Yan Xinshou rushed to the same hall as last time.

The monks have not finished their morning classes, and there are still a few pilgrims in the temple, chanting scriptures constantly.

The main hall that Yan Xin wanted to go to was actually quiet.

As soon as she entered the door, Yan Xin looked at a magnificent Buddha statue and was stunned for a moment.

The abbot said: "Miss, the young marshal has remodeled the golden statues of all the big statues in the temple, saying that he is trying to accumulate blessings for you."

Yan Xin: "..."

As expected, my heart still feels hot.

Jing Yuanzhao mentioned it like that last time, so he would definitely do it.

When he talked about "changing his words" at that time, his attitude was very serious and he seemed to believe it.

He wanted Yan Xin to love him, but he was also afraid that if something happened to Yan Xin, she would "die badly."

Yan Xin felt warm and sour at the same time, with complicated emotions, and there were a few tears in her eyes.

He cherished her life more than herself.

Jing Yuanzhao said at that time: Be vegetarian for a month, reshape the golden body of Bodhisattva in the whole temple, and do ten good deeds.

The Bodhisattva's golden body has been reshaped, and Yan Xin wants to become a vegetarian and do ten good deeds.

She asked the abbot: "...can I change my tune?"

The abbot smiled and said: "Miss, all sentient beings can only ask for what they want. If your heart is sincere, your spirit will be able to respond."

Yan Xin: “Do you really just need to be vegetarian for a month and do ten good deeds?”

"The prophecy is just a small cause, not a big cause. Naturally, it doesn't need to be too complicated. Besides, the young commander has rebuilt the golden body of the Bodhisattva in the whole temple. It has great merits and virtues, and the eldest lady is sincere." The abbot said with a smile.

It means that the Bodhisattva will no longer care about a small matter, but the young commander spent a lot of money. He just needs to be vegetarian, do good deeds, and do his best.

Yan Xin nodded.

She followed the abbot and listened to Buddhist teachings by eminent monks all morning, had dinner at Longhua Temple, and then returned home.

She started fasting this month.

As for good deeds, the eminent monk also said that you don’t need to do anything deliberately, just count it as something you encounter.

He added: "The eldest lady predicted the storm before and saved countless lives. Bodhisattva will bless you."

Yan Xin's mood suddenly brightened.

She did a lot of bad things, and she also did a lot of good things.

An autumn rain took away the last remaining warmth of late autumn, and the weather turned cold.

Ban Xia dug out Yan Xin's big sweater clothes, which had been dried a few days ago and were fluffy and soft.

Yan Xin saw a short maroon mink cloak and was silent for a long time.

"What's wrong, miss?" Banxia asked, "Don't you want to wear this?"

Yan Xin: "This one was given to me by the old lady."

The old lady gave her a lot of furs.

In the blink of an eye, it has been almost a year since the old lady passed away.

This year, Jiang Mansion went from being bustling to being depopulated.

After the old lady left, Yan Xin never showed mercy again.

The people she warmed to in her previous life, the old lady died, Sheng Rouzhen and Zhou Junwang have changed; in this life she has new ties, the lady loves her unconditionally, and Zhang Nanshu and Jing Yuanzhao are better companions.

Gains are better than losses.

Yan Xin is no longer in pain, but is slightly sad when thinking about the encounter.

"I didn't think of this, damn it." Banxia felt very guilty, "I'll find another one for you."

"No, I like this one." Yan Xin took it.

She doesn't have much fur, it's just enough to wear.

While I was cleaning up, there was a knock on the corner door.

Mrs. Cheng went to open the door. It was Tang Bai, Jing Yuanzhao's deputy, who came in with a few people carrying a large box and cage.

Yan Xin walked out slowly wearing a maroon mink cloak with a lake blue quilted cheongsam underneath.

"Miss, this fur is so beautiful and it suits you very well." Tang Bai said.

Yan Xin thanked him: "What did the adjutant general give me?"

"What a coincidence, I am also sending you furs. There is a batch of goods from Belarus. The furs are fine, soft, and fashionable. The young marshal stopped me and asked you to pick first." Tang Bai said.

Yan Xin: "...where is Madam?"

"There are also suitcases at Madam's side. The ones from Madam are heavier in color; the lighter ones are all given to you here." Tang Bai said with a smile.

Yan Xin: "Thank you very much."

She glanced at Feng's mother.

Feng Ma understood what she meant, opened the money box, and took out the money to reward the adjutants who carried the boxes and cages.

Tang Bai took the people out.

Yan Xin and others opened the cage.

There are a total of sixteen pieces of furs, including thick wind cloaks, short furs, waistcoats, long and short cloaks, all complete.

Yan Xin picked out the most beautiful cloaks, one long and one short, and asked Bai Shuang to give them to Zhang Nanshu. She also picked out Western items and gave two to Fu Rong and two to Miao Yin.

Yan Xin chose three of the remaining items and wore them together this winter, while the rest were still stored in the box.

Within an hour, the phone rang.

Yan Xin thought it was Jing Yuanzhao, but unexpectedly it was Zhang Nanshu.

"Thank you for thinking of me. Madam gave me two items, and you gave me two more items. I'll go find you for dinner at noon," Zhang Nanshu said.

Yan Xin couldn't help but smile: "To give you clothes, but also to give you a meal?"

"I have something important to tell you. If you don't like to hear it, forget it." Zhang Nanshu said.

Yan Xin: "What's the big deal?"

"Tell Mrs. Cheng to make winter bamboo shoots and salted duck soup. I love this. Wait until I get here." Zhang Nanshu said.

After hanging up the phone, Yan Xin asked Mrs. Cheng to prepare dinner.

Less than ten minutes later, there was a knock on the courtyard door, and it was Jing Yuanzhao who arrived first.

"...Do you like fur?" he asked.

Yan Xin: "They are all top quality. Thank you big brother for thinking of me."

Jing Yuanzhao: "I just heard the abbot of Longhua Temple say today, have you been to the temple?"

There was faint excitement on his face.

Yan Xin hummed: "I'll do what you said last time..."

Jing Yuanzhao smiled and picked her up, half-lifting her.

Yan Xin held his shoulders with her hands, fearing that he would fall: "Don't be ridiculous!"

Jing Yuanzhao didn't let go, but raised his face: "Zhu Zhu'er, kiss me."

Yan Xin lowered her head and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.