Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

Jing Yuanzhao was in pain.

He must have been injured somewhere, the wound was burning and painful.

Someone spoke in his ear with a strange voice: "Will he die?"

"No. Go to sea first and hide him. You will need him later."

Jing Yuanzhao moved his fingers.

"He seems to be waking up."

"Give him a shot."

A needle pierced his skin, and a slightly cool liquid was injected.

From here on, Jing Yuanzhao could no longer hear anything and felt no pain.

His body became lighter and lighter.

He vaguely heard the sound.

Yan Xin's voice.

She was screaming.

Jing Yuanzhao ran forward in a hurry. He rushed all the way, drifting towards Yan Xin's voice.

Yan Xin was tied up and covered in blood.

A young woman took a knife and slashed her face and chest.

Yan Xin's wailing was so pitiful and tragic.

"Let go, let her go!" Jing Yuanzhao's eyes were about to burst.

He was like a gust of wind, passing through the wall without leaving any trace.

Jing Yuanzhao was extremely angry and tried to stop him several times, but to no avail. The other party still tried his best to hurt Yan Xin.

He stopped.

The woman holding the knife is Yan Wanwan.

Yan Wanwan is Yan Xin's sister.

Jing Yuanzhao was injured while in Hong Kong City and was rescued by Ayun. Yan Wanwan claimed to be Ayun. Jing Yuanzhao felt that she didn't look like her, but the evidence from the investigation all pointed to her.

He accepted the truth.

He wanted to repay Yan Wanwan. Yan Wanwan wanted to marry him.

Jing Yuanzhao didn't care about marriage at that time. He didn't like the woman and didn't think marriage was sacred, so he agreed casually.

Later he fell in love with Yan Xin. When Yan Wanwan wanted to harm Yan Xin, he shot Yan Wanwan to death. He struggled with this for a while, fearing retribution.

It's not that he's afraid of retribution, but he's afraid of involving Yan Xin.

Now looking at Yan Wanwan slashing Yan Xin's face with a knife, Jing Yuanzhao really regretted the pain he gave Yan Wanwan. She was so vicious, how could she die easily?

He might be a ghost.

Ghosts can only watch and cannot be redeemed.

"Hurry up, someone is coming!" A middle-aged woman's voice sounded at the door, "Wanwan, kill her with one knife."

"No!" Jing Yuanzhao wanted to rush over to save Yan Xin.

Yan Xin's hand hidden behind her back was bruised and bloody, and she finally broke free from the rope.

She hit Yan Wanwan's eyes.

Yan Wanwan didn't realize that Yan Xin, who was covered in blood, was still able to resist. After being attacked, she took a few steps back, and Yan Xin grabbed her knife.

Yan Xin's throat was speechless, but she still shouted with all her strength: "Help!"

"Hey!" A boy's voice sounded outside.

He jabbered something and shouted into the distance.

Jing Yuanzhao saw him. It was the lame boy who often appeared in their yard while he was recovering from his injuries. He is dark and thin, with a loud voice. He is often called "Sister Ayun".

When mother and daughter Yan Wanwan and Luo Zhu saw the boy, they panicked, turned around and ran away.

Yan Xin was exhausted and lay motionless.

The boy was also frightened half to death by her appearance, and mustered up the courage to untie her.

After Yan Xin broke free from the restraints, she pointed to her rattan leather box in the corner.

The boy went to get it, and she opened it, found a bottle of medicine powder, and sprinkled it on her wound.

The powder could be painful, and she was shaking and sweating.

The bleeding slowly stopped.

The boy talks to her.

She was weak: "Speak slowly, I can only understand a little."

She took out a fruit candy from the cane box and handed it to the boy.

The boy hadn't seen it and took half a step back.

"Eat." She peeled it off.

A piece of candy stabilized their friendship.

The boy went to find someone.

Then came the Westerners: two old men in their sixties, a man in his thirties, and a young man.

The old man could speak Mandarin, but only a little. He stumbled and asked Yan Xin: "Is she Yan Wenliang's granddaughter?"

"Yes."

They talked.

"Who hurt you?"

Yan Xin: "My sister."

"They left." The old man told her. "We should go back to the clan to do our housework and don't report it to the official."

He asked Yan Xin what he meant.

Yan Xin just wanted to heal her wounds and nodded.

They transported her back to Zhuangzi in an ox cart. There was a house, probably the private property of Yan Xin's grandfather, and they let her live in it.

Jing Yuanzhao followed Yan Xin closely.

He saw the house.

It was the house where he lived in Guangcheng. Later, his eyes healed and he looked for Ayun here, but unfortunately Ayun suddenly disappeared.

After Jing Yuanzhao met Yan Xin, he felt that she was like his Ayun several times.

Her profile and her smell are all similar.

It turns out it’s not an illusion, the person living here is Yan Xin!

What would happen if he stubbornly repays his kindness and mistakes Yan Wanwan for Yan Xin?

He shuddered when he thought of this.

Yan Xin was settled down, and two women took care of her for a few days; the lame boy was busy coming in and out to help her cook.

Her wound stopped bleeding, and she struggled to get up and apply ointment to herself.

After applying it, her injured face and neck were dark.

Jing Yuanzhao looked at her deeply, wishing he could melt his eyes on her.

This is Ayun!

He was blind and blind, and he recognized the wrong person.

Yan Xin didn't bring enough medicine, so she gave the little boy money and a prescription, asking him to help buy the medicinal ingredients and then prepare the medicine himself.

Ten days later, she was almost able to take care of herself, and the two women who took care of her left. She gave them some money.

In the days that followed, these women often came to see her, or asked the lame boy to bring her some food.

The lame boy called her Sister Ayun, and everyone called her "Ayun".

She stayed here.

Occasionally, she went to Zhuangzi to treat people, and her medical skills were very good.

Soon after, the lame boy came to her. He was very nervous and talked to her a lot.

She hurried over.

Jing Yuanzhao saw himself. He lost too much blood and was half-dead.

He was injured by explosives and lost the use of his eyes and ears.

He didn't see who saved him.

Now, he is a ghost and he sees Yan Xin and the lame boy struggling to fish him out of the river.

There were very sharp stones in the river. She pulled Jing Yuanzhao up, and the back of her hand was scratched.

A broken stone is sharper than a knife.

She gasped in pain.

The lame boy asked her what she was concerned about, and she replied: "It's okay, it's not deep."

They hid Jing Yuanzhao among the bamboo poles by the river, and then pushed a small cart over at night to transport him back.

Jing Yuanzhao is like a gust of wind, always by Yan Xin's side, but weaker than the wind.

He watched as he was brought back to Yan Xin's yard. She asked the lame boy to take care of him, and she went to Guangcheng to find a big pharmacy to get medicine.

Jing Yuanzhao followed her.

In this way, she revived him from half death.

Jing Yuanzhao watched himself slowly wake up, his heart throbbing.

Did he become a ghost to realize that she was his benefactor?

——He loves Yan Xin, even if she didn't save him, he still loves her. He was as kind to her as possible, just as a man would be kind to the woman he loves.

In any case, he didn't treat her badly and finally made up for his regret.

He didn't recognize her, but he wasn't guilty enough to die.

Jing Yuanzhao felt more at ease.

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The male protagonist is not reborn and will not die. I wanted him to know the heroine's past life experience. The heroine's oral description was not enough to shock him, so I set him up for a period of time when his soul was out of body, and his soul traveled across time and space to see Yan Xin's past life.

This is just a setting, not fantasy or a system, nothing. When he wakes up, it's still a story about the heroine being reborn and fighting in a house. It doesn't turn into fantasy or twin lives, and the original design remains unchanged.

The original design remains unchanged!

The hero will not die, I repeat.