Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

In the golden autumn of September, the weather in Yicheng is neither hot nor cold, which is the best season of the year. It is not wet or stuffy.

Yan Xin looked at a yellow sunflower in the courtyard and was stunned for a moment.

She is thinking about something.

"Will the bank matter still progress as it did in the previous life?" she asked herself.

She did not experience this incident personally, but heard it mentioned by the eldest young master Jiang Yizhou in her previous life.

Bai Shuang and Sheng Yuanshan came in together, and Yan Xin didn't notice.

Sheng Yuanshan followed her gaze and landed on Huang Kui.

"This flower is beautiful? You can see it." He smiled.

The voice was cool.

Yan Xin came back to her senses and saw that the petals of the yellow sunflower in front of her were simple, a kind of light yellow flower, not strong and delicate, fragrant and light.

Inexplicably like her recent mood.

"This is a flower planted by Nan Shu." Yan Xin said.

"Do you miss her?" Sheng Yuanshan asked.

Yan Xin nodded.

Sheng Yuanshan: "When I go to other places, do you miss me?"

Yan Xin was slightly stunned.

"If I had known, I would have planted some flowers for you so that you wouldn't have forgotten me when I left." He seemed amused, "What kind of flowers can remind people of me?"

Yan Xin thought about this question for a moment.

What flowers?

In front of her eyes, she thought of the white pear tree in early spring. Light and proud, as cold and clean as his uncle.

——She didn’t dare to say this.

Not auspicious either.

Pear, Tongli.

Sheng Yuanshan didn't think about it for a moment, so he changed the subject: "Someone is sending you a letter outside, I will bring it over."

"Uncle can give Bai Shuang." Yan Xin said.

"I'm here to sit down. I'm leaving later." Sheng Yuanshan said, "Is Zhang Fengchun the one delivering the letter? How old does he look?"

"What happened with my sister-in-law before was a huge blow to both of them." Yan Xin said.

Zhang Fengchun's wife was kicked out of the child by Guo Qinian and had her uterus removed. She is still recovering and her body is far less strong than before.

Although the couple supported each other and became closer, it was a major setback. Zhang Fengchun did look a few years older.

"Everyone will go through hardships." Sheng Yuanshan said.

Yan Xin entertained him for tea but did not read the letter Zhang Fengchun handed him.

The two dogs arrived in the living room at some point and approached Yan Xin.

When Sheng Yuanshan saw the white dog Nuomi, he said, "This dog doesn't recognize me anymore."

"It is only close to the mighty general, and it is not close to us." Yan Xin said.

Sheng Yuanshan looked at the huge wolfdog and said with a smile: "It deserves this name. It is well-raised."

"Because of the breed, it is a big dog." Yan Xin said.

"The dogs given by Azhao are more ferocious than other people's dogs."

Yan Xin nodded.

When I mentioned him, my heart felt so tight and a little sore.

Seeing that she was in a low mood, Sheng Yuanshan didn't sit still longer, stood up and left.

"Azhao, you're still alive, right?" Yan Xin held his pendant close to her heart, "When will you come back?"

Her heart throbbed.

Jing Yuanzhao didn't notice.

He realized again that he had become a ghost. He saw Yan Xin in another life.

She was bullied by Jiang Siqiao, humiliated by Zhang Qingya, and held in the palm of the eldest lady's hand.

She was alone in the Song Xiangyuan.

The Songxiang Courtyard was the same one that Jing Yuanzhao often went to, and he was very familiar with it. However, Mrs. Cheng and Banxia were not in the yard.

Unfamiliar servants, especially a young maid who is somewhat pretty, are extremely disrespectful to Yan Xin.

Yan Xin was pregnant and didn't get much preferential treatment.

Jiang Siqiao was not in Songxiangyuan most of the time, and Jing Yuanzhao always saw Yan Xin alone.

She suffered from severe morning sickness, could not eat, and was very thin during those days. For the sake of her children, she forced herself to eat more.

Jing Yuanzhao could tell that the dishes were not fresh enough and contained meat and oil.

She couldn't smell meat oil when she had morning sickness.

He looked at her weakness and wanted to hug her. His heart was just like hers, soaked in the cold water, sour and cold.

Yan Xin's pregnancy was very difficult.

However, she is full of expectations for the child. She was too lonely, Jing Yuanzhao could tell.

She has no ties.

Her husband is a dragon, and no one around her is hers. The rest of her husband's family does not treat her well.

She often touches her belly and talks to her child.

When she pushed, the pain was excruciating, but Jiang Siqiao was still not by her side.

Jing Yuanzhao watched her struggling in the delivery room. The midwife also said that she was delicate: "Young mistress is also a doctor. She is just giving birth to a baby. Don't take it too seriously."

Sometimes to comfort people, you need to make big things trivial, but this midwife's tone was clearly sarcastic.

Yan's heart convulsed with pain, and she bit her lip so hard that her lip was bitten.

She struggled to give birth to the child.

Jing Yuanzhao was like a gust of wind, watching her give birth to her child.

He is a ghost and does not have the emotions that a man should have. He seemed to be fully aware of her mood.

So at that moment, he was also very happy and happy for her.

She will have a tie.

When the child fell, she fainted as if she had expired.

"...It's no longer possible, madam, she passed before she could even breathe." The midwife said to Mrs. Zhang, the eldest wife of the Jiang family.

Mrs. Zhang didn't look at the child who was all purple.

"How about showing it to the young mistress before burying it?" the midwife asked.

Zhang sent her out.

Yan Xin fell asleep for about two hours before waking up.

When she woke up, the maid who served her told her: "The child is fine, but a little small. He has taken him out to take a bath, and he will bring you in later."

Jing Yuanzhao looked at this scene in surprise.

After a while, the eldest wife Zhang came in with a clean baby.

This baby was obviously not just born, but had been born for several days. It was different from a newborn baby.

Yan Xin became a mother for the first time, and she didn't feel anything was wrong; the delivery room was dark.

She held the child close to his face, with a smile in her eyes: "Have you chosen a name?"

"Zhu Zhu'er." Jing Yuanzhao, like a gust of wind, touched her face gently and softly, "Zhu Zhu'er, are you the one who was bullied like this?"

No wonder you are heavy and always in pain.

No wonder everyone in the Jiang family died.

It's your own fault and they shouldn't play with your pain.

Jing Yuanzhao may have shed tears again.

His heart was filled with sadness. He had never felt such an emotion in his life.

Yan Xin was obviously very happy, holding the child with joy in her arms, but Jing Yuanzhao's tears kept flowing.

Even her only joy was fake.

She is too bitter.

It was not fate that treated her harshly, but these people who tortured her deliberately.

She obviously never competed with others or argued with others, and lived her life quietly.

That dog Jiang Siqiao died too cheaply. Jing Yuanzhao really should have chopped him up earlier.

"Zhixiao, that's a nice name." Jing Yuanzhao heard Yan Xin say this in a low voice.

He remembered that the night when Jiang Siqiao's concubine Jiang Zhixiao was born, Yan Xin hurriedly called him back.

She asked him to kiss her for the first time.

She said she was afraid that she would not be able to distinguish between dreams and reality.

She also said that she was afraid of having a rebellious son.

This child she brought would be another source of pain for her in the future.

Ling Chi, who belongs to Yan Xin, has just begun. Jing Yuanzhao watched helplessly, helpless.

Where is he?

In this life, he was obviously saved by Yan Xin, he saw it with his own eyes. Why is he completely gone now, as if he's never been there?

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The second update was later, at 12 noon, and the manuscript was not saved again.