Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

Zhang Yi was sitting in the living room of Zhang Mansion with a gloomy expression.

He thought Sheng Rouzhen was a smart and cautious person, but he didn't expect that she was stupid. He also thought that Taoist Master Xiaoyun was superb in magic, but he didn't expect that he was vulnerable.

These seemingly useful people are as fragile as a piece of paper in front of Yan Xin, which can be broken with one blow.

Did Zhang Yi misunderstand that they were all incompetent, or was Yan Xin simply too powerful?

Maybe the latter.

In the last confrontation, Zhang Yi had to reveal his identity to protect himself, but he was forced to do so by Yan Xin.

"How could she, an ordinary, ordinary woman, be so capable?" Zhang Yi asked herself.

He sent someone to find Taoist Master Xiaoyun.

Taoist Priest Xiaoyun was recuperating in a small courtyard in Thirty Mile Land.

Zhang Yi found his whereabouts, and when he rushed over, Taoist Master Xiaoyun's thick black hair turned gray at the roots overnight.

In three to five months, his black hair will turn into white hair.

Taoist Master Xiaoyun's face also looked much older, without the radiance it had before.

He is only over ten years old this year.

"...Were you forced into this by her?" Zhang Yi asked.

Taoist Master Xiaoyun was dejected: "Behind her is Jin Liu. Jin Liu is not a Taoist priest, he is a real magic master."

"Are you afraid?"

"It's not just fear, but her destiny is covered by something. It's the first time I've met someone whose face I can't see clearly. She's either better than me, or she's a natural superior." Xiao Yun said.

That's why he was afraid.

When we first met, he looked stern but he concealed it very well.

It was precisely because of the fear in his heart that Yan Xin disrupted his plan and exposed his seriousness, which made him completely collapse.

The biggest disaster in his life is that one is Jinliu and the other is a person who cannot see his fate clearly.

Yan Xin condensed these two points, and Xiao Yun was afraid that he would die in her hands.

"I want to find a place to retreat for another ten years." Taoist Master Xiaoyun said, "Qi Beile, I helped you this time and returned your favor."

"But you didn't make it."

"When you mentioned this at the time, you did not say that you must succeed. Failure is also an achievement: at least you understand that that woman is more difficult to deal with than you imagined." Taoist Priest Xiaoyun said.

Zhang Yi looked at him quietly, the mole between his eyebrows getting brighter and brighter: "It was you who suggested that the troupe cooperate. You knew that doing so was very risky. Anyone with a little bit of a sorcerer might defeat you. Xiaoyun, you have been in seclusion for too long, Getting too arrogant.”

Taoist priest Xiaoyun was speechless for a moment.

As Yan Xin said, deduction is not temporary, it often takes time to verify.

As Yan Xin guessed, Taoist priest Xiaoyun was accustomed to using "entrustment" to improve himself. The more extreme it is, the more loyal followers it will gain.

One devoted believer is more useful than a thousand casual believers.

Taoist priest Xiaoyun needs these.

High returns also mean high risks, so he got away with it this time.

"Qibei Le, you don't need to persuade me anymore, this matter is over. I would like to advise you, Miss Sheng, the adopted daughter of the Governor's Mansion, is not your help, she is a drag. You should give up her chess piece as soon as possible." Xiao Yun said. .

He turned back to the inner room.

Zhang Yi was not forcing himself.

He could see that Taoist Xiaoyun had suffered a disastrous defeat, as all his defenses had collapsed.

Taoist Xiaoyun was of no use for the time being, but he might not be of use in the future. Zhang Yi did not force him and left his small courtyard.

After returning, I heard that Tian Furong's theater troupe had been destroyed. His dead men will not confess unless Sheng Yuanshan comes back.

The most advanced torture technique is to find the prisoner's weaknesses and attack them. In this aspect, Sheng Yuanshan is talented, but others are not.

Zhang Yi is not too worried.

But that day, Jing Yuanzhao and Yan Xin suddenly arrived at the door of Zhang Mansion, asking to see Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi frowned slightly.

"Invite them in." Zhang Yida said.

The servant invited Yan Xin and Jing Yuanzhao to come in.

Zhang Yi looked at Yan Xin. She was wearing a light rose red cheongsam embroidered with flowers, which was vulgar. When paired with her face, it looked like a ball of magnificent red peonies, hitting Zhang Yi's eyeballs one after another.

It's so beautiful that it's soulless and vulgar.

Zhang Yi leaned over and gave up his seat.

"Are you two okay?" He got straight to the point.

Jing Yuanzhao: "It's nothing, my fiancée said she was here to visit relatives."

Then he asked Yan Xin, "What kind of relative are you?"

"The natal family of my late husband and mistress. Once we are relatives, we will always be relatives." Yan Xin said.

Jing Yuanzhao nodded and said to Zhang Yi: "Don't dislike it, Second Young Master, we have brought gifts."

Zhang Yi's eyebrows jumped slightly.

He said calmly: "You two are welcome. If you are just visiting relatives, then of course you are welcome."

"If you're not visiting relatives, what else can you do here, Lord Qibele?" Yan Xin asked.

Zhang Yi: "You don't have to call me that. I told you, the name is just a code name, just call me Zhang Yi."

Yan Xin nodded.

Zhang Yi added: "It seems like you don't just visit relatives?"

"Something happened at the Lu family's spring banquet a few days ago. I got the news that you invited Taoist priest Xiaoyun. And the leader of Tianfurong Theater Company admitted that he is yours." Yan Xin said.

Zhang Yi remained unmoved: "I did invite Taoist Master Xiaoyun, just for fortune telling; as for the Tianfurong Opera Troupe, I don't know them. What happened at the Lu Family Spring Banquet, I'm at a loss."

Yan Xin told Zhang Yi about the Lu family.

After Zhang Yi heard this, he looked at her quietly: "Are you here to punish me?"

"No, it's just a visit." Yan Xin said.

She glanced at Jing Yuanzhao.

Jing Yuanzhao said: "The royalists and the military government are not enemies. We arrested the Tianfurong Opera Troupe, and the troupe leader thought he was your subordinate, so he came to ask for advice. If not, then there is no misunderstanding; if so, I still hope to explain it in person. .”

Zhang Yi smiled faintly when he heard this: "I told you, he is not. It's up to you whether you believe it or not."

"You said it, of course we believe it." Yan Xin said.

After sitting for a while without drinking tea, Yan Xin and Jing Yuanzhao stood up and left.

After the two of them left, Zhang Yi recalled his behavior when they met, and there should be no flaws.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Yan Xin and Jing Yuanzhao left Zhang Mansion, and she asked Jing Yuanzhao: "What do you think?"

"The class leader is indeed not his," Jing Yuanzhao said. "I'm afraid this person was planted by other forces. There are also other spies within the royalist party."

Jing Yuanzhao sat next to him and looked at Zhang Yi's hand out of the corner of his eye.

When he mentioned the troupe leader, his grip was obviously a little looser.

"What should we do?" Yan Xin asked.

"Qingyi Zhou Hong should be a member of the royalist party. I will kill him first to silence him, and then pass the news he passed on to my uncle.

Uncle is over there and may know more than us. The news is unknown to us, maybe my uncle knows. "Jing Yuanzhao said.

Yan Xin nodded.

Jing Yuanzhao: "Are you tired?"

"Tired. Every time I see this person, I feel very tired." Yan Xin said.

Jing Yuanzhao put his arm around her shoulders and asked her to lean against him: "Take a rest for a while."

Yan Xin leaned against him.

"Are you nervous?" Yan Xin also asked him, "There are many killers in Zhang Yi's place. Maybe we two can't get out after going in."

"Want to hear the truth?" he asked with a smile.