Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

Yan Xin left Fu Rong's place and went to visit her grandmother.

She looked in Chengshan's direction again. In the distance, mist drifted from the hot spring villa, making the glow here particularly brilliant.

She was silently stunned for a while.

"Where is Azhao now?"

This thought came to mind inexplicably, and Yan's heart trembled.

She immediately suppressed it.

At this moment, Jing Yuanzhao vaguely heard a sound.

Someone spoke softly, but he didn't understand what they were saying. It was definitely not official. It doesn’t sound like Guangcheng dialect, but more like a foreign dialect.

His consciousness and body only made contact for a moment, and then fell into the void again.

He kept walking and looking for Yan Xin.

He became a "ghost" again and saw himself and Yan Xin recuperating in Guangcheng.

During those days, his eyes and ears lost their function, and Ayun in his hazy vision was beautiful and pure.

She was better than he imagined.

One day, Yan Xin saw a figure moving outside her old house and felt nervous.

When Jing Yuanzhao first met her, she was always a little timid, like a frightened bird. The same goes for Ayun in Guangcheng.

Jing Yuanzhao always thought that he was his own ghost; however, it seemed that his eyes could only see the scope of Yan Xin.

He seemed to resonate with her soul and became another pair of eyes for her.

Beyond her, he lost sight.

The peeping person ran away, and Jing Yuanzhao subconsciously wanted to see what was going on and clear the obstacles for her, but found that he fell into chaos and illusion again.

The last time he disconnected his sight, he wanted to see what was going on in the village.

After understanding this, he hurriedly searched for her and subconsciously moved closer to Yan Xin.

He finally saw her again.

This time, Jing Yuanzhao did not stay away from her, only within her sight.

"It seems to be Luo Zhu. Hasn't she come home yet?" Yan Xin seemed to be saying to herself.

Three months later, Jing Yuanzhao's eyes were still covered with thick gauze. Ayun said that after the veil was lifted, he could slowly recover.

But on the eve, she disappeared.

She seemed to disappear out of thin air.

Jing Yuanzhao never left her side.

He saw her vigilance and caution, and ordered the lame boy to lead the donkey to buy food. When she went to meet him at the entrance of the village, she and the boy were held down by several people.

"No wonder they both disappeared together." Jing Yuanzhao was worried, but to no avail.

He is lighter than the wind.

After Yan Xin and the lame boy disappear, Jing Yuanzhao must keep up with Yan Xin, otherwise he will fall into the void again, and even ghosts can't do it.

He remembers the situation in Guangcheng.

After Ayun disappeared, he never came back. Later he got better and sent people to look for her without waiting for her.

The informant he found repeatedly said: "I don't understand their dialect very well."

The Mandarin in Guangcheng is difficult to understand, and the dialects in various places are even more mysterious, with truly "different pronunciations for ten miles."

The power of the Jing family cannot reach Guangcheng, and Jing Yuanzhao has no right-hand man here. With the connections he could rely on, he could barely understand a few words spoken in the village.

Yan Wanwan later appeared in the old house.

She is shorter than Yan Xin, and her figure is not as elegant as Yan Xin, but she is swarthy and has been recognized by the clan leader as the young lady of the Yan family.

People in the village didn't have much contact with Yan Xin. When they asked her to see a doctor, she was even darker than Yan Wanwan.

After several contacts, it was quite difficult to decide that Yan Wanwan was not Yan Xin.

Because Yan Xin's skin was damaged, she applied the concoction thickly and usually did not interact with others.

The patriarch endorsed it; the identity of Lao Zhai and Yan Wanwan were consistent; the person who helped search was probably unwilling to contribute, but he talked eloquently about how hard he searched and finally found Yan Wanwan and others.

Jing Yuanzhao looked for it himself but couldn't find it; others said it was her and various evidence pointed to her, so he accepted it.

It turned out that Yan Wanwan and her daughter had already planned it.

"I really shouldn't take advantage of her like that!" Jing Yuanzhao thought angrily.

Yan Xin was knocked unconscious and knocked into a carriage in a daze.

The lame boy was pushed down the mountain col, his life or death unknown. No wonder he couldn't be found anyway. He was probably really dead.

Jing Yuanzhao felt sad.

He couldn't stay too far away from Yan Xin to check on the boy, so he had to quickly follow Yan Xin.

Yan Xin was transported onto the train.

Mother and daughter Luo Zhu and Yan Wanwan did not follow Yan Xin, but asked an old woman and a young man to take Yan Xin into the car.

They chose the box.

"My daughter-in-law is sick and cannot move." The old woman said to others.

They changed trains several times, changing trains to horse-drawn carriages and ox-carts, all sorts of things. Yan Xin was hit so hard on the back of her head and was given a herbal juice. She fell into a daze and woke up.

They traveled thousands of miles to bring Yan Xin back to Yicheng and placed her in a nearby village.

"What should we do now, Mother Wang?" the young man asked the old woman.

Old woman: "My wife has ordered you and Xiao Wuzi to get Miss Six. Just make her pregnant and say she was snatched by bandits. This will make it easier to explain to your family."

"Why didn't you sell her on the way?" said the young man. "Get her back and torment her again. Why bother?"

"It's all Miss Seven. She insists on seeing Miss Six feel uncomfortable, and she wants to put her under her nose." The old woman said, "Go and call Xiao Wuzi, you two will be lucky."

Jing Yuanzhao's eyes were about to burst.

He tried his best to protect his face and heart.

After living for more than twenty years, Jing Yuanzhao realized what it meant to be powerless.

This feeling is unimaginable and must be experienced personally to be unforgettable.

Soon, a young man in his early twenties came in. He was thinner.

He looked at Yan Xin who was dazed on the bed, then looked at the old woman and another young man: "What do you mean, madam?"

"Yes, my wife asked you to ruin her."

"Why didn't you just kill her or sell her?" Xiao Wuzi also asked.

Old woman: "Don't worry about it."

Xiaowuzi: "I'm just saying, it's better to do less than to do more."

"Sixth Miss is such a helpless girl. Why don't you just let your wife and Seventh Miss mess around? Naturally, you want her to live a life worse than death," the old woman said.

Xiaowuzi frowned deeply.

The young man who transported Yan Xin all the way back was called Lai Wang - Jing Yuanzhao heard the old woman call him that.

"Xiao Wuzi, why don't you go first?" Lai Wang was a little nervous.

Xiao Wuzi looked at him: "Why didn't you go first?"

Lai Wang looked at the beautiful woman on the bed and his mouth watered.

Miss Six is ​​gorgeous and charming. What man wouldn’t love a beauty like her?

But Laiwang's eyes were a bit unbearable: "She, she is Miss Six. My mother's leg disease was cured by Miss Six. My mother had been in pain for seven or eight years, and she cried in pain at night.

She regarded Miss Six as a living Buddha. I can be a beast, but I cannot be a scoundrel. My mother-in-law will kill me if she knows it. "

After hearing this, Xiaowuzi shook his head in silence for a long time: "I can't do this either. When I was a beggar on the street, the old man looked at me pitifully and rewarded me with a mouthful of food.

Miss Six is ​​the old man's favorite. He just went there. If we harm Miss Sixth like this, we will be struck by lightning in the future. "

Xiao Wuzi looked at the old woman again and said, "Mom Wang, one year you coughed and your intestines were coughed up. You used all kinds of medicines, and the old lady was too busy making medicines. No one could cure your disease.

My wife said she would kick you out because she was afraid you might have tuberculosis. Miss Six stayed up for three nights, flipping through medical books, and rushed out a prescription. You drank a few pills and you were fine. You kept thinking about setting up a shrine for her. Do you still remember this? "

The old woman's eyes were dull: "How can I forget this? Xiaowuzi, don't think that your mother Wang has no future. I have no choice, I have to make a living under my wife."

"Who among us servants has not been favored by the old man and Miss Six? If you harm her, you will go to the eighteenth level of hell in the future." Xiao Wuzi said.

Jing Yuanzhao listened with mixed emotions.

He recalled that Yan Xin would occasionally say, "Kind intentions are useless."

"It's useful, Zhuzhu'er. 'Be kind and save the suffering of souls in the world' is useful." Jing Yuanzhao's hand gently stroked Yan Xin's hair.

Yan Xin mentioned this sentence several times inadvertently, and Jing Yuanzhao felt that she was right at the time.

But the little people in this world are not so arrogant and take it for granted.

Some people have failed her kindness, but more people will remember her kindness.