Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

Zhang Fengchun told Yan Xin his decision.

"Boss, do you think it's feasible?" Zhang Fengchun asked.

"Okay." Yan Xin said.

Yan Xin had suffered enough from children in her previous life; she also saw the troubles faced by the Governor's wife and Mrs. Luo in adopting children.

She was really a little scared of the word "adopting a child".

"Apprentice is very good. There is a clear boundary between us. You don't count on me, and I don't rely on you. I usually exchange love for love. Who can predict the situation in old age?" Yan Xin said.

"That's it." Zhang Fengchun said.

Yan Xin: "When choosing a disciple, don't choose one who is too young and whose character is not yet formed. I don't know what he will look like in the future. The risk is too high. Secondly, it depends on the nature of his parents and close relatives."

Zhang Fengchun wrote them down one by one.

Yan Xin looked at him, still feeling a little sorry for him. His life was obviously about to be complete. But life is always difficult.

If the city wall is suddenly knocked down, the debris must be cleaned up and rebuilt.

We can’t keep crying, complaining, and reminiscing about how strong and sturdy the old city wall was in the ruins—no matter how good it was, it’s gone.

At least Zhang Fengchun's life and situation are much better than in his previous life.

Yan Xin could only comfort herself in this way.

Jing Yuanzhao came in a hurry and left in a hurry. Yan Xin thought this inspection would take a long time.

Within ten days, he and the governor returned to Yicheng.

As soon as I came back, I went to the Songxiangyuan first.

It was noon when he came back, and Yan Xin was having lunch.

Her appetite was average today. The rainy season was approaching and the weather was sultry, so Yan Xin ate more casually.

Jing Yuanzhao looked at her food: "Are you going to eat like this alone?"

Yan Xin: "It's okay."

"Two vegetarian dishes."

"Scrambled eggs are not considered a vegetarian dish." Yan Xin said.

She ordered people to prepare hot water and asked Mrs. Cheng to cook noodles.

After Jing Yuanzhao took a shower, Mrs. Cheng had already served chicken noodle soup on the table.

He ate the noodles and returned to his room with Yan Xin in his arms.

The sunshine in the western moon is bright, and the curtains are dancing lightly as the breeze blows. The leaves rustled, mixed with an unbearable gasp, like fine foam, melting into the warm sunshine of early summer.

Yan Xin's hands and feet were soft, and her body was soft, clinging to his arms.

Jing Yuanzhao kissed her cheek carefully, as if he couldn't get enough.

"Want to put you on my belt," he said.

Yan Xin smiled, gently held his fingers, and rubbed the callus on the inside of his index finger from holding the gun: "I wear it every day, and it feels cumbersome after a long time."

Jing Yuanzhao: "I'm not tired, I'm strong."

Yan Xin smiled.

She knew he was telling the truth at this moment. When two people are deeply in love, everything is sincere.

But if she clings to him blindly and hangs on him, he will become haggard over time.

She was not disappointed, raised her face slightly, and kissed his jaw.

Jing Yuanzhao immediately covered her lips.

After he came back, he spent three days here in Yanxin.

Eat, sleep, and take a walk every day, and time passes. The food is delicious, the sleep is sweet, and the happiness is like a fairyland.

"This is probably our best time." Yan Xin thought.

It's not that she is pessimistic, but that the relationship is beautiful in the initial stage, and because the time spent together is limited, every day is precious.

It laid a very strong emotional foundation.

Even if the two of them are tired from the hardships of life in the future, he will still not be unfamiliar with her.

"It's your birthday soon, I made a pair of shoes." Yan Xin said to him.

Jing Yuanzhao: “This year’s birthday, I want to make it grand.”

"Why?"

"From now on, birthdays won't be celebrated. After becoming someone's husband and father, my birthday is no longer important. My father never makes a living," Jing Yuanzhao said.

Yan Xin laughed: "So miserable?"

"Men have gains and losses." Jing Yuanzhao said.

Yan Xin: "How do you want to be grand?"

"At the Wanjin Hotel or Wanyang Hotel, book a banquet hall, set up ten tables, and invite all relatives and friends," Jing Yuanzhao said.

Now Yan Xin's scalp goes crazy when she hears that she is going to have a banquet in a restaurant.

I don't know what's going on lately, but every party is uneasy.

Maybe it's because she usually doesn't socialize and hides and doesn't want to go out. Those who hated her and wanted to mess with her could only take advantage of her attending the banquet.

She was really scared.

But she couldn't object and told him not to do this. Yan Xin is willing to give others freedom as long as it does not violate her principles.

Too many constraints will push the relationship too far. Even if Jing Yuanzhao loved her, she couldn't let a little thing ruin his happiness.

Yan Xin's expression was only slightly quiet for a moment before she smiled and said, "Is it so lively?"

"If you don't like the excitement, I'll invite you alone," Jing Yuanzhao said.

"Azhao, I like your liveliness." Yan Xin said.

Jing Yuanzhao hugged her and kissed her.

He went to discuss the matter.

Zhang Nanshu also came to Yan Xin and told her very happily: "My father gave me many gifts again, and this time there are also jewelry."

She took a box the size of a food box and put a lot of jewelry in it.

Gold and silver jewelry, all kinds of colors; including diamond hairpins, necklaces, gold bracelets, phoenix hairpins, etc...

"I feel dizzy." Yan Xin said with a smile.

"You pick one of each. I can't run out of jewelry at home, and it's piled up in piles. There are gifts from my father and gifts from my wife, but they can't be packed in," Zhang Nanshu said.

Yan Xin: "It makes people jealous."

"I also feel that anyone who is not jealous of me is stupid." Zhang Nanshu said.

Yan Xin laughed.

She was pressed by Zhang Nanshu to pick out jewelry, and she wanted to try everything.

"...This ring doesn't look good. It's too thick and doesn't fit your hand." Zhang Nanshu said.

She chose a gold ring and put it on Yan Xin's ring finger.

Slightly too big.

Zhang Nanshu took another one.

After trying on a few, Yan Xin felt a little tired, so she said, "I like this gold one quite a lot, so I'll keep it."

Zhang Nanshu put it on for her and tried it on: "It's okay. It's not loose or tight. That's it."

Yan Xin was also asked to try on bracelets, pearl flowers and phoenix hairpins.

Yan Xin had been tormented all morning, and she was so tired that she felt a little dazed.

"It's really sweet and burdensome." Yan Xin said.

Zhang Nanshu: "I give you something, and you complain?"

"It's better for you to stuff a pack and deliver it than for me to sample it," Yan Xin said.

Zhang Nanshu: "Put it in a bag. It doesn't match your skin color and temperament. What's the point of taking it and putting it in a box? You might as well put it in my box and it won't take up your space."

Yan Xin surrendered willingly: "I was wrong."

"Then you invite me to dinner." Zhang Nanshu said.

Yan Xin immediately said: "I invite you."

She invited Zhang Nanshu out for a French meal, and Zhang Nanshu went back happily.

Yan Xin looked through the jewelry she gave her.

They are all quite valuable.

"What should I give her? She always gives me things." Yan thought to herself.

Zhang Nanshu had no shortage of jewelry or anything else, and it was just for her to put in a box when they were given to her, so there was no point in doing so. She didn't lack any money either.

Only the handmade ones are valuable.

Yan Xin remembered Zhang Nanshu's complaint that she had recently gained five pounds, had fat on her waist, and needed to change the size of her cheongsam.

She decided to make a Qingjie Powder to help Zhang Nanshu lose weight without harming her body.

Yan Xin sat down to write the prescription, and she was very familiar with Zhang Nanshu's constitution. She quickly prepared the prescription and went to the drug store to make the medicine herself.

In the midst of all the busy work, it was the twenty-fifth day of the Western lunar month, Jing Yuanzhao’s birthday.

Yan Xin got up early to pick out clothes and jewelry, and asked Ban Xia to do her hair and makeup.

She wanted to leave in a grand way.