Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

In late winter, Yicheng received its first snowfall of the year.

The snow in East China is not heavy. It lightly covers the roof ridges and then the treetops stop, letting out the scorching sun. The sun reflects the snow, and the forest shines brightly.

Yan Xin is in charge of the drug store these days.

The new year is coming, and the big shopkeeper Zhang Fengchun not only has to prepare for his wedding, but also goes to the Anguo Pharmaceutical Market to keep his feet on the ground.

After being busy and tired during the day, Yan Xin fell asleep at night and felt very fulfilled.

After working for more than ten days, Zhang Fengchun also returned from Anguo Pharmaceutical Market in Laba. His wedding was coming soon, so Yan Xin could have some free time.

"...No need to cook it, right? The Governor's Mansion will send it to you. I didn't finish it last year."

Yan Xin returned to Songxiangyuan early that day and heard Feng's mother say this when she entered the door.

Banxia helped her take off the thick wind cloak, and Yan Xin asked Feng's mother: "Why don't you cook it?"

"Let's talk about Laba porridge." Feng's mother said, "Last year's Laba, the Governor's Mansion sent people to deliver Laba porridge, but we didn't even finish it."

The laba rice porridge at the Governor's Mansion is five meters long and seven flavors. The best quality is selected and boiled for eight hours. A kind of raisins transported back from the northwest is added. It tastes great.

Every year during the Laba Festival, the governor's wife would ask the big kitchen to cook a big pot and give it to relatives and close confidants.

Everyone was proud to receive the Laba porridge from the governor's wife.

If I don’t receive it this year, I won’t have a good year. I will think about whether my errands will be lost next year.

"It's Laba so soon." Yan Xin said.

"The New Year is coming. Miss, do you want to personally see the New Year's goods and gifts we have prepared?" Feng's mother asked.

Yan Xin had no doubts about employing people and shook his head: "Just show me the list."

Feng Ma said yes.

Yan Xin added, "Let's have some porridge tonight. I don't have much appetite today."

When Aunt Cheng heard that her young lady had lost her appetite, she showed off her cooking skills and cooked the rice porridge until it was soft and fragrant, making it more palatable than usual.

Yan Xin drank a large bowl, which caused her to sleep until midnight and then she couldn't fall asleep again.

In the middle of the winter night, it was quiet outside. Occasionally, the wind blew through the branches and made a slight sound.

Her bed was warm at first, but when she couldn't sleep, it became colder and colder.

Yan Xin missed Jing Yuanzhao a little at this time.

He had broad shoulders, a strong chest, and long arms and legs that occupied her bed like a heater.

Yan Xin thought of his kiss again, with the coolness of tobacco; his muscles were full, and his upper arms swelled when he held her, holding up the fabric of his clothes; a thin layer of sweat appeared on his honey-colored skin, and his short black hair stuck to his forehead, revealing a pair of Eyes dark and full of desire...

She rolled over.

She suddenly understood the word "long night of loneliness".

In my previous life, I didn't have this problem at all, and I avoided men like snakes and scorpions.

"How is the war to quell the chaos? When will you come back?" Yan Xin thought.

It should be that the battle was not lost, otherwise the Governor's Mansion would have received the military report first, and the Governor and his wife would not be in a good mood.

She was in the dark tent, looking at the back window, hoping it would ring suddenly.

However, no.

It was almost dawn before Yan Xin fell asleep again.

She slept very lightly, but she kept having random dreams.

In the dream a boy spoke to her. It was not her son Jiang Zhixiao. She could tell this clearly because the boy was dark and thin.

The boy seemed to speak Cantonese.

The language in Guangcheng is difficult to understand. Every village has its own dialect, and the language is extremely complicated.

"...If you can't run away, they will sell you to a gang. Run, Sister Ayuan, run quickly and leave me alone."

"Ignore me, just run away! They won't harm me!"

Yan Xin woke up from her dream.

She sat on the bed, always recalling the child's voice in her mind, as clear as if it was real.

Yan Xin knew very well that when he called her "Sister Ayuan", she understood the meaning of the dialect, but she was not very good at speaking it; but in Guangcheng dialect, his pronunciation was "Sister Ayun".

He called her, Sister Ayun...

Yan Xin was stunned for a while.

When she and Jing Yuanzhao first met, Jing Yuanzhao once mistakenly called Yan Xin "Ayun" when talking about Yan Wanwan.

Tang Bai also asked her if she had ever been to Guangcheng.

Yan Xin still wanted to think about it carefully, but when she woke up, she had no clue. There is a memory that seems to be locked behind a heavy door.

The door is too heavy to push open.

Because of this dream, Yan Xin felt tired and lazy when she got up early in the morning.

It was cloudy, damp and cold for the next few days. The little white dog Nuomi lay at Yan Xin's feet, humming from time to time.

Even dogs find it annoying.

Yan Xin's mood was equally bad. She doesn't go out anymore, and spends every day hanging out by the brazier while Mrs. Cheng cooks delicious food.

The rosin courtyard is always filled with the aroma of delicious food.

In the blink of an eye, Laba arrived, and the Governor's Mansion indeed sent porridge.

Everyone shared the meal, and Yan Xin asked Mrs. Cheng to give a portion to her fifth sibling Fu Rong.

Mrs. Cheng went.

Fu Rong went to work in the afternoon and stayed at home to catch up on her sleep during the day. She hadn't gotten up yet when he was sent there.

Mrs. Cheng sat for a while.

There are no more servants in Jiang Mansion, and almost no one moves around in the entire large courtyard. They only maintain their own small courtyards.

"...I heard from the servant at Fifth Young Mistress' side that the eldest lady is sick." Mrs. Cheng came back.

Yan Xin: "What disease?"

"It seems to be the wind and cold. But Ling Ling has been on the bed for only half a month." Mrs. Cheng said.

Last time Yan Xin deliberately provoked her, saying that her son Jiang Yunzhou might be dead. The eldest wife didn't get angry at the time, but went to find her brother afterwards to inquire about Jiang Yunzhou's whereabouts.

It's probably completely hopeless.

It has been almost two years since this person disappeared out of thin air. The eldest wife's confidence was gradually shattered. A slight cold made her unable to get out of bed.

The pavilion she built in the air was pushed down by Yan Xin, and half of it collapsed.

With the remaining half, even if her son really dies, the eldest wife will hold on to her life, and she will not be completely defeated so easily.

Yan Xin: "Where is my sister-in-law Mai Qiu? Has she returned to her parents' home, or will she continue to live in the main courtyard?"

Sister-in-law Cheng: "She still lives in the main courtyard."

Yan Xin didn't say anything.

My aunt may have switched sides. She knew some secrets, but it didn't matter, she had no evidence against Yan Xin.

After the eldest man passed away, the aunt may have been bewitched by the eldest wife. Of course, she must be selfish and greedy, so the eldest lady can encourage her.

The human heart is not reliable, and Yan Xin is not disappointed.

Two days later, it was Zhang Fengchun's wedding day.

It's still a gloomy day.

However, Yan Xin slept well all night and woke up in good spirits. She asked Ban Xia to dig out her gorilla felt cloak, wear a silver-red long coat and a light-colored long skirt underneath, and go to Zhang Fengchun's house for a wedding banquet.

She sent a gift of one hundred yuan.

There were not many guests in the Zhang family, but the woman's family was full of relatives and friends, and the two families were neighbors, so the whole street became lively.

Yan Xin arrived at Zhang's house and was placed in the chairman's seat, sitting with one of Zhang Fengchun's uncles.

Yan Xin was happy, and the smile on her face had not faded all day.

Among the guests, some smart and lively people came to greet her, and she also greeted them one by one.

She felt happy that her eldest bachelor brother had finally married her sister-in-law. This sister-in-law is still her favorite, and she is even more happy.

The bride was received by Zhang's family, entered the bridal chamber, and held a banquet. Zhang Fengchun came out to toast, and Yan Xin drank a large glass.

After leaving Zhang's house, Bai Shuang drove back to Songxiangyuan. It was already nine o'clock at night.

At the fork in the road, a car came across, and Bai Shuang almost hit it.

The other party was in front and stopped in the middle of the road. The road was narrow, so Bai Shuang also stopped the car, took out a gun from his pocket and loaded it with bullets.

A man got out of the car in front, tall and muscular.