Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

Yan Xin was released from the cell.

Instead of being sent home, she was sent to an annex.

The annex is a two-story Western-style building decorated with colorful glass windows that are fashionable nowadays.

Pushing open the window lattice, the milky-white railings on the balcony were moistened with a layer of morning mist.

Yan Xin saw the front yard of the villa.

A path paved with rain-flowered stones has bare flower beds on both sides. In mid-spring, it is overgrown with weeds and left unattended, with small unknown flowers blooming.

It is both desolate and full of life.

The courtyard wall is two meters tall and strict; there is a large iron gate with branches, and two adjutants with guns standing at the door; outside the courtyard, there is a spacious road with sycamore trees growing on the side.

The sycamore trees in mid-spring have lush branches and leaves, and the green shade stretches across the ground, with light golden haloes.

Yan Xin held on to the railing, her heart sinking.

"Is this another prison? When can I go back?"

She didn't do so much.

She hasn't seen Jiang Siqiao's fate with her own eyes.

After marrying into the Jiang family for more than ten years, she has suffered so many grievances, and she wants to get them back one by one.

My cousin Zhang Qingya will never use her money to study abroad again.

And she doesn't want to have children.

She loved her son and always loved him, but she never wanted to meet him again in this life.

Let him be reincarnated into a better family. It would be better if their mother-son relationship ended in the previous life.

As for her half-sister Yan Wanwan, perhaps she should be prevented from marrying into the Governor's Mansion in advance.

Yan Xin is half of the suffering, all given by Yan Wanwan.

Yan Xin cannot die here.

At the end of the corridor, the sound of Lu Tuo's footsteps came, steady and heavy, approaching from far away.

Yan Xin's back was pressed against the railing, and there was no way out unless she jumped off the building.

The door was pushed open.

The young officer came in.

He took off his iron-gray military jacket and wore only a white shirt, with one hem tucked into the waistband of his military trousers and the other side hanging out, looking very unruly.

He was tall, with flat and broad shoulders, a broad chest, and the curve suddenly tightened at the waist and abdomen, making him a perfect handstand.

Having grown up in the military, his figure is taller and straighter than ordinary people, like a pine or cypress.

Yan Xin forced herself to look up and look into his eyes.

His complexion was dark, and his eyes were dark and unfathomable.

He was about twenty-five years old, young and handsome.

Yan Xin felt that her husband Jiang Siqiao was the most handsome man, but this man was actually a bit more handsome than Jiang Siqiao.

Tough and handsome, like strong wine.

As he approached, Yan Xin stepped back, her lower back touching the railing, and she had nowhere to escape.

"Come here." The young officer sat down on the small sofa in the room, raised his chin slightly, and said to Yan Xin.

Yan Xin bit her lip gently.

She still remembers the fate of the "spies" in prison.

If she cannot prove her innocence, she will die too.

She walked into the room.

The room was dark and cool in mid-spring, and a chill ran down her sleeves.

The man looked at her: "Miss Sixth of the Yan family..."

"Yes." She raised her eyes, as if she was afraid of misunderstanding, and explained, "I got married a few days ago, and I am already the Young Mistress of the Jiang family in Jiangzhou."

The man's eyes were cold and focused on her.

"My medical skills are very good, and they were taught by my grandfather himself. If you are from Yicheng, you know that my grandfather is the miracle doctor Yan Wenliang." Yan Xin added.

The man finally spoke: "The Yan family's best doctor is probably the seventh young lady, Yan Wanwan. She is the young genius doctor."

Yan Xin's eyes darkened.

Once upon a time, she swallowed her anger and just wanted to change her footing.

Seventh sister and stepmother tried to steal her credit, but she tolerated it.

She always believed that tolerance and kindness were the qualities of a great doctor.

When she practices medicine, she keeps in mind the "Sincerity of Great Physicians" and has a compassionate heart to save the suffering souls in the world.

But she was wrong.

In addition to being a doctor, she is also the sixth young lady of the Yan family and the young mistress of Jiang Jiaxi.

These secular identities made it impossible for her to retreat. If you show a little kindness, others will bite your nose and face you. She suffered for half her life.

She didn't realize this until she was dying.

"...She's not, she can't even recite "The Synopsis of the Golden Chamber" by heart. I am the young genius doctor of the Yan family, and I can prove my medical skills." Yan Xin raised her eyes again, her eyes firm.

The man leaned back on the sofa and raised his eyebrows slightly.

A pair of long legs, wrapped in wide military pants, with full muscles vaguely visible.

He spread his legs wide.

"Your medical skills are indeed good. My head has improved a lot." He said.

Yan Xin felt a little relaxed.

"If you have a headache, press your lower abdomen. This is the first time I've heard of this. Please explain it carefully," he said again.

Yan Xin: "The abdomen is the foundation of life, so all diseases are rooted in it. If you have a headache for a long time, it is a deficiency pain, which is due to the imbalance of yin and yang. Rubbing the abdominal umbilicus will treat the symptoms but not the root cause. You should take Xiaojianzhong Decoction." "

The man listened and smiled lightly: "The yin and yang are not harmonious... interesting, you want to harmonize my yin and yang?"

Yan Xin has been a woman.

Even though her husband rarely touches her, she still understands worldly dirty talk.

She thought of the kiss in the cell.

She bit her lip slightly to restrain the anger and fear in her heart: "The combination of pungent and sweet produces yang, sourness and sweetness produce yin. Yin and yang are mutually generated, and the middle qi can stand on its own, so that the qi and blood can be reconciled and the headache can be stopped."

The man listened with an unpredictable look on his face.

After pondering for a long time, he said: "Can you talk nonsense without checking your pulse?"

Yan Xin: "I have seen several cases of your disease. Of course, I also need to check the pulse to confirm my diagnosis."

The man raised his hand slightly: "Come on."

Yan Xin said yes, and was about to approach him, but he took back his hand.

She looked at him confused.

The man put his hand on his abdomen, "Come closer, little miracle doctor."

The words are frivolous.

If Yan Xin got closer, she would be between his legs.

When she hesitated, he reached out and grabbed her arm, pulled her into his arms, closed his legs, and held her.

Yan Xin was stunned.

In an instant, she sat in his arms.

The man couldn't help but kissed her lips again.

He penetrated deeply, pried open her teeth, sucked her softness, and greedily absorbed her breath.

Yan Xin pushed with all her strength.

"Don't be unreasonable!" She pushed his face away in embarrassment, "I, I have a husband!"

The man chuckled: "You have a husband, but you are still so naive? Why, he can't do it?"

Yan Xin turned purple with anger.

If it weren't for their lives, these shameless libertines should have received a slap in the face.

"Your smell can relieve pain." He said, "The fragrance of black medicine."

Yan Xin suddenly understood.

Wuyao can indeed relieve pain. When she was newly married, she felt restless, had internal heat, and had toothache, so she brushed her teeth with the powder she made herself.

She added black medicine into the powder.

In prison, she talked to him, and he smelled the faint fragrance of black medicine in her mouth.

"...I'll make you painkillers, please let go of me." Yan Xin struggled.

"You can stop the pain," he said.

These words were so absurd that Yan Xin's heart sank.

"Let go!" She raised her voice slightly, "I already have a husband. If you are so frivolous, I will make it easy for you to die together."

There was a flash of emotion in the man's dark eyes.

Very light, if there is nothing.

He let go.

Yan Xin broke free and straightened her clothes. Her lips were a little numb from being kissed by him, which made her feel uneasy.

"Following me will only be good for you, your husband and your husband's family." He still leaned back on the sofa, crossing his long legs.

Pulling out his cigar, cutting it open, he looked for matches.

The matches were on the coffee table next to him. He glanced at Yan Xin and said, "Light a fire for me."

Yan Xin did not move: "Let me go back and I will prescribe medicine for you. I am by no means a spy. You can carefully investigate the three generations of my ancestors."

As for other words, she ignored them and pretended not to hear them.

The man held a cigar in his mouth and raised his eyelids slightly: "Don't you recognize me?"

Yan Xin shook his head.

"I'm Jing Yuanzhao," the man said.