Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

The branches are weak and let the wind and rain blow, adding to the desolation of the courtyard. In the flower hall, it is as warm as spring, with flowers blooming in the corners, insulating the biting cold from the outside.

Zhang Nanshu and Yan Xin stood together and talked; Sheng Rouzhen had many friends and was familiar with everyone. Someone kept asking her to talk, and she naturally walked away.

"She is also very sophisticated in communication." Zhang Nanshu said.

Yan Xin nodded: "Yes."

Sheng Rouzhen is like a peony blooming in the warm spring breeze, blooming with her prosperity. If there is a slight wind or rain, her flowers and leaves will tremble wildly, making it difficult to maintain her dignity.

If she lived a life of prosperity and no major hardships, she would be the most powerful lady in Yicheng, dominating everyone.

Zhang Nanshu asked Yan Xin again: "When will dinner be served?"

"This is a new-style banquet, mainly drinking and dancing. There is no food. Did you see the long table over there? Those snacks are just for eating." Yan Xin said.

Many young ladies who studied abroad like this kind of dance, which is fashionable and fresh.

As more and more daughters return from studying abroad, this kind of banquet becomes more and more popular.

Every household likes to be associated with "foreign style". For many years to come, "foreign style" was a positive adjective.

Zhang Nanshu was dumbfounded: "Don't hold a banquet if you don't have money, and you won't even be given food..."

Yan Xin was amused by her, but she couldn't laugh easily. She suppressed the smile at the corners of her eyes and said, "Keep your voice down. Others will hear it and laugh at us for being old-fashioned."

No girl of eighteen or nineteen likes to be called "old" or "unfashionable", even the dashing Zhang Nanshu.

She reluctantly shut up.

Guo Qinian entered the flower hall and came to say hello to Zhang Nanshu.

Zhang Nanshu greeted her politely.

Yan Xin's gaze moved slightly downward to look at Guo Qinian's shoes and socks under her skirt.

She quickly averted her eyes and remained calm.

After a while, the elegant and soft piano sound in the flower hall turned into dance music, and many people began to dance in pairs.

"...Miss, can I ask you to dance?" A young man came over and asked Zhang Nanshu.

Zhang Nanshu didn't like this person and thought he was oily and noodle-y, so she refused: "I'm sorry, I'm a little hungry. I'm going to eat something first. I can't bear to dance on an empty stomach."

The man was satisfied with this reason and went to invite others.

Zhang Nanshu pulled Yan Xin to eat snacks at the long table, but Yan Xin was still looking back at Guo Qinian's skirt.

"What are you looking at?" Zhang Nanshu asked.

Yan Xin: "The dress she wears doesn't match well. Below are the trousers and cloth shoes that tie the feet."

Guo Qinian is tall and tall. Her dress is ankle-length and wide and fluffy, almost covering her feet. No one noticed what pants or shoes she wears.

"She has never studied abroad, yet she insists on doing all these fashionable things. She dresses in a nondescript manner and holds banquets in a nondescript manner," Zhang Nanshu said.

Yan Xin: "Nan Shu, didn't you say that she has been practicing martial arts since she was a child?"

"Yes."

"This is the usual dress for martial arts practitioners." Yan Xin said.

Every time Bai Shuang goes out to do errands, she wears pants that tie her legs, and shoes that are strapped to make it easier to work on her legs.

"You can't change your habits, right?" Zhang Nanshu said.

Yan Xin doesn’t think so.

She even felt that Guo Qinian wore this dress just to cover up her sexy outfit underneath.

The party she held was at her house, so what was she going to do with all her gear?

Yan Xin frowned slightly.

Over the years, I have no other skills, and my ability to predict danger has become stronger and stronger.

A chill ran down the spine of Yan Xin.

Zhang Nanshu: "Eat something and don't think about it."

She took a snack and handed it to Yan Xin, saying it tasted good.

Yan Xin didn’t answer.

Her eyes were attracted by the person at the door of the flower hall.

Guo Ting, the eldest young master of the Guo family, led two young men in.

The two brothers are both tall and tall, but they are very different in temperament: the younger brother is handsome and dandy, with an impatient look on his face; the older brother is elegant, calm and capable.

"The Zhou brothers are here too?" Zhang Nanshu ate a cheese roll and talked to Yan Xin with her mouth full of milk.

Yan Xin looked away.

She saw the Zhou Junwang brothers, and they also saw her.

The Zhou brothers are handsome and tall. They wear neat and crisp winter woolen windbreakers. They are more stylish than most of the fashionable young men at this banquet.

Many of the girls quietly blushed.

Those who don’t know them are curious to inquire. Hearing that they were from the Zhou family of the Qing Gang, everyone had a look of surprise on their faces.

"The Guo family is also familiar with the Qinggang?"

"That's not true. It's because Mr. Guo is familiar with the eldest son of the Qing Gang."

The Zhou brothers greeted the host of today's banquet, exchanged a few words with other acquaintances, and then walked towards Yan Xin.

Guo Ting didn't follow.

Zhou Muzhi exchanged pleasantries with Yan Xin and then went to find a lively young lady to dance with.

Zhou Junwang stood next to Yan Xin, smiled slightly and said, "My condolences, Miss."

Yan Xin: "You did this on purpose, right? If you really want me to express my condolences, you shouldn't mention this."

At today's banquet, no matter how innocent and romantic the young lady was, she did not mention the loss of her husband.

Everyone thought it was a scandal.

When you think someone's housework is disgraceful, if you respect or like her, you won't mention it to her face.

But Zhou Junwang said so.

"...We are so familiar with each other that we thought there was no need to be hypocritical." Zhou Junwang said with a smile.

Yan Xin wanted to say: If you had any kindness towards me, you shouldn't have bought newspapers to slander me last time.

"Master, let's go play, I'll have something to eat." Yan Xin dismissed the guest.

Zhou Junwang: "Let me tell you something serious, you should be very interested."

"If you want to talk about Qibele, you should have told me a few days earlier. I am indeed interested. Now, I have met him in person." Yan Xin said.

Zhou Junwang smiled: "No, the eldest lady misunderstood. What I want to tell the eldest lady is today's banquet. There is something that you may also be interested in."

Yan Xin glanced at him.

He still had his hair combed back, and the distance between his forehead and eyebrows was just right, which made his face particularly superior.

The eyes are dark, and the light of the crystal lamp falls in them, making them radiant.

Yan Xin's heart tightened as she thought of his warmth and care in her previous life.

"Take a step to speak." Zhou Junwang said.

Yan Xin moved a few steps away.

The dance music in the flower hall was noisy, and Zhou Junwang and Yan Xin took a few steps back.

The two of them stood behind the columns of the flower hall.

Zhou Junwang told Yan Xin something in a low voice.

Yan Xin was shocked when she heard this: "Are you serious?"

——No wonder Guo Qinian is wearing a smart outfit under her dress!

Could she be crazy?

Yan Xin is here, Zhang Nanshu is also here, and there are more than ten innocent young ladies and young masters.

"We have to leave quickly!" Yan Xin said, "Bai Shuang is alone, she can't protect Nan Shu and me, and Nan Shu doesn't have an adjutant with her!"

Zhou Junwang suddenly pulled her arm.

His fingers were so tight that her upper arm ached.

His voice was low and gentle: "Miss, don't panic when something happens!"

"This is no small matter!"

"You can't run away now, and you will be a living target if you go out." Zhou Junwang said, "Don't worry, I will protect you and Miss Zhang San."

Yan Xin looked at him intently.

Her heart kept falling.

She wanted to shout to remind everyone to pay attention, but Zhou Junwang told her slowly: "It's too late, Miss. The 'rioters' have already arrived in the backyard. Listen carefully to the footsteps."