Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

The sun is melting, flowing lightly from the branches, illuminating the bluestone paths and lush green bamboos.

Yan Xin and Jing Yuanzhao walked slowly.

The inner courtyard of the Governor's Mansion is very large. You walk through the cloister and walk up the path, and then enter an archway. The door was guarded by soldiers and outsiders could not enter. Jing Yuanzhao, who was walking in front, came closer at this moment.

He is next to Yan Xin.

Yan Xin: "If you push me again, I will step into the mud."

Jing Yuanzhao: "Then come closer."

Yan Xin didn't come close and walked close to the edge. He squeezed over again and insisted on rubbing her shoulder.

"...Where are we going?" Yan Xin stopped hiding and let him stick to her.

"Our new house." Jing Yuanzhao said.

A circle of light jumped, seeming to fall on Yan Xin's heart, so bright that it was dazzling.

"...Stop talking nonsense." She said.

Jing Yuanzhao: "What is there to talk nonsense about? Everyone knows it well."

Yan Xin: "..."

She really wanted to stop him and say that you haven't proposed marriage to me yet.

However, the words just rolled in her throat, and she swallowed them immediately.

If she dared to say it, Jing Yuanzhao could carry the bride price to her rosin courtyard this afternoon - they were just waiting for her to relent.

Yan Xin didn't want to smile, but her mood was brighter than the sunshine dancing in the winter breeze, and the expression on her face was soothing and joyful.

She realized it and calmed down her emotions: "Is the small building finished?"

"The main building is finished. I came back to take a look and asked people to rush the work. I took advantage of the year to clean up the back garden. From now on, I only need to decorate the main building and the front yard." Jing Yuanzhao said.

Before getting closer, Yan Xin saw the black curtain, which was the partition of the construction.

The road in the front yard has not been repaired yet, and the sand is mixed with soil, making it difficult to walk.

Jing Yuanzhao caught a glimpse of her wearing a pair of deerskin boots and said, "I'll carry you over."

"I can go."

He still reached out to help her, and Yan Xin took his hand.

The palms were broad, the skin was deep, the nails were trimmed short, but the fingers were long and sharp, and the thin calluses on the palms rubbed her palms.

She put all her strength into this hand, walked steadily around the front with him, and walked towards the back.

It is a two-story building with undecorated courtyard walls. There are about a dozen rooms up and down one by one through the windows; there are spacious open spaces in the front and back; there is also a courtyard wall.

Yan Xin said, "This is the inner courtyard. You don't need to build the courtyard wall. It's interesting to build a fence and it will be full of flowers in spring."

Jing Yuanzhao: "The inner courtyard is large, there is a little distance between the two small buildings, and the courtyard wall does not take up any space. Although the fence wall is beautiful, it lacks a little privacy."

He added, "My mother has always had clear boundaries throughout her life. She said that her natal family's large courtyard is stacked on top of small courtyards, and they are all separated by courtyard walls."

He also said, "The fence does not protect against wind or rain. If the young couple quarreled, it would be difficult for my mother to pretend not to hear. She did not want to break up the fight."

Yan Xin laughed.

She said to Jing Yuanzhao: "You arrange Mom."

"Go and ask her. Which mother-in-law is willing to break up a fight without being human inside or outside?" Jing Yuanzhao said.

Yan Xin was amused by him, with a smile on her face without any reservation.

The backyard of the small building is very clean, but the main building is inconvenient to enter.

Yan Xin and Jing Yuanzhao stood in the backyard and watched for a while.

The gate to the backyard is a heavy iron gate, which can be closed and locked at ordinary times, and only the front yard can be used.

"How do you plan to clean up this place?" Jing Yuanzhao pointed to the open space in the backyard, "Should I ask the craftsmen to lay down bricks, build a shed, and only plant green bamboo in the Western Zhou Dynasty?"

You can usually drink tea, listen to the wind and watch the rain.

Yan Xin: “What a waste.”

She looked around and pointed, "There is a green brick path in the middle, leading to the back door. On both sides, a pavilion is built on the left, and in the rest of the place, rain flower stones are used to make a nice shape for decoration; on the right, a pavilion is built in the corner. Grape arbors and other open spaces for planting flowers.”

Jing Yuanzhao: "We should also plant flowers in the front yard. How about planting medicines in the rest of the open space?"

Yan Xin's heart lit up after what he said.

Her grandfather did grow medicine in his small yard, just for fun.

She had never done so herself. When she lived in Songxiangyuan in her previous life, she was living under someone else's roof; after the separation, she moved out, and her small mansion was tight and there was no extra space.

"Okay, let's build a grape trellis on the right side and leave the rest of the space free for me to plant medicine in the future," Yan Xin said.

He added, "My grandfather liked to grow agerwood, so I want to grow it too; I also like dandelions, their flowers are beautiful; and I also grow rosemary and lavender."

Jing Yuanzhao looked at her.

Under the sun, her skin is as white as jade, her hair is tied into a low bun, and her dark hair sets off her skin as white as snow, and her lips are as red as rouge.

She whispered about her arrangements, simple and trivial yet so happy.

Her appearance is always so quiet, overly beautiful but not ostentatious at all, like the surface of a river under the sun, sparkling, beautiful and quiet.

All the depth, turbulence and unfathomability are well hidden and effortless.

Jing Yuanzhao thought she was respectable and heart-warming.

People who don't understand her will mistake treasures for common jade.

He held her waist and kissed her lips before she could react.

Yan Xin: "..."

Jing Yuanzhao's kiss was lingering but pure, without any desire.

When she was released, Yan Xin pushed him away, her cheeks stained with a touch of red.

"Don't be like this." She was a little annoyed and her voice deepened, "If you go to Songxiangyuan, I will do whatever you want, but you can't do whatever you want here..."

"Really, do you want to do whatever I want tonight?" Jing Yuanzhao stepped forward and hugged her waist again.

Yan Xin: "Are you obedient and only listen to half of a sentence? The point I'm saying is that you can't act recklessly here."

Jing Yuanzhao: "Okay. When will you return to Songxiangyuan?"

Yan Xin: "..."

He not only listened to half of the sentences, but also picked out only what he liked to hear.

She was extremely frustrated.

She shouldn't have come to see the small building with him, it seemed like she couldn't wait. Any lady who is petty-minded will think that Yan Xin is pushing her away with her mouth and hates marrying her in her heart.

You shouldn't even try to reason with him. How can he make sense? If it doesn't go his way, he can turn black into white.

Yan Xin was unhappy and walked out of the back door, her pace quickening.

Jing Yuanzhao coaxed: "Zhuzhu'er, I'll make amends to you. What do you want to eat? I'll ask someone to do it."

"You can't even do it yourself." Yan Xin said.

Jing Yuanzhao: "You are so picky, and if I cook for you, isn't that abusing you?"

Yan Xin couldn't help but want to laugh.

She tried her best to suppress her smile, and most of the anger in her heart suddenly disappeared.

When I was no longer angry, my pace slowed down.

Jing Yuanzhao: "I came back from the front line and didn't bring any gifts. But I asked the people in the department store to look for shawls and found one with long tassels. I know you like it very much, but it's a pity that the one was ruined last time."

Yan Xin's pace became slower.

Jing Yuanzhao added: "I will build the grape trellis for you tomorrow, okay? I will also select the grape seedlings myself and plant them in the spring. When you move in at the beginning of autumn, the grapes will be mature and full of branches."

Yan Xin stopped and chuckled.

Jing Yuanzhao: "Are you not angry anymore?"

"How old are you, why are you always angry? If you don't mess with me, I have a good temper." Yan Xin said.

Jing Yuanzhao: "Yes, you have always had a good temper."

"Put up the grape trellis yourself?"

"Row!"

Yan Xin smiled: "Put up a grape trellis like a small pavilion. When the grape vines are shaded, you can drink tea and enjoy the coolness under it."

"I will definitely do what you ask." Jing Yuanzhao responded neatly.