Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

As the New Year approached, the weather became cold and humid, and even with Tang Pozi in Yan Xin's bed, it was still cold.

She woke up in the middle of the night, feeling chilly.

When Jing Yuanzhao disappeared, it was the hottest time of the year; now it is the coldest season of the year, and there is still no news from him.

The cold was like water, wrapping around Yan Xin from all directions, suffocating her.

She always thought that her previous life was miserable enough, but this kind of suffering of being neither up nor down, hanging all the time, full of hope and despair at the same time, was the most painful.

It was harder than any of her previous ordeals.

She stayed up all night.

Jing Yuanzhao was in a deep dream.

He saw Yan Xin holding her child and watching people getting married on the street.

The queue to welcome the bride was very long, and the firecrackers were deafening. Yan Xin's child was still young, so she covered his ears, but the child was very curious.

"The young marshal of the Governor's Mansion is getting married." Someone told Yan Xin.

Jing Yuanzhao saw Yan Xin looking into the distance like a child.

The groom's official rode beside the car.

Jing Yuanzhao saw himself.

He is getting married, marrying Yan Wanwan.

Yan Xin was unaware and joined the crowd to watch the fun. She was suffering from the pain of life, while he was happily getting married.

Jing Yuanzhao felt pain.

It was as if his heart had been smashed into pieces.

He took a quick look and saw Yan Xin's more than ten years.

Her pharmacy, her son, and the loyalty of Mrs. Cheng and Ban Xia.

Sheng Rouzhen appeared, with an expression of concealed jealousy and contempt, but Yan Xin regarded her as a benefactor.

Yan Wanwan also appeared. Every time she shows up, she bullies Yan Xin in the name of the Jing family and hurts her completely.

Once, outside Yan Xin's medicine shop, Jing Yuanzhao went to look for Yan Wanwan, but was stopped by Yan Wanwan. At that time, Yan Xin and him were separated by a window.

Also once, at Tang Bai and Sheng Rouzhen's mansion, Yan Xin saw him from the second floor window. She didn't know who it was, but Jing Yuanzhao knew.

He shouted wildly: "You idiot, look back! Look back!"

He never knew he was so short-sighted and ignorant.

He didn't know that his Ayun and Zhuzhuer were living such a bad life.

Half of Zhu Zhuer's suffering was given by the Jiang family, and the other half was given by Yan Wanwan.

And he is Yan Wanwan's husband and her supporter. Yan Wanwan borrowed his hand and tortured Yan Xin.

There seemed to be a gust of wind, and the man downstairs suddenly stopped and looked out the window on the second floor.

Sheng Rouzhen's voice sounded: "Come and have tea."

Yan Xin left the window, and the people downstairs only saw a pale figure.

That was the closest either of them had been.

Maybe with a few more seconds of pause, he could see Yan Xin's eyes.

Yicheng said it was big or small, but he missed her again and again.

Tang Bai met her several times. Just like in this life, Tang Bai tentatively asked Yan Xin several times, have you been to Guangcheng?

Yan Xin also answered Tang Bai like this life: "No."

Tang Bai was very disappointed.

Jing Yuanzhao was right, Tang Bai had never betrayed him. Tang Bai had doubts, but was not sure. In addition, he was busy with official duties and Sheng Rouzhen made a cross, so he didn't know anything about the inside story.

Even if Tang Bai knew about it, it wasn't his fault that he didn't tell Jing Yuanzhao. After all, Jing Yuanzhao was already married at that time.

The only person who was wrong was Jing Yuanzhao.

He also saw Zhou Junwang.

From Sheng Rouzhen's mouth, he heard the past story about his uncle's death and his mother's illness in bed.

He also saw Yan Xin's death.

She was embarrassed and desperate. Everyone's words were like sharp swords piercing her body. Her son's sword hit her right in the heart.

"Zhuzhu'er, Zhuzhu'er!" He watched her fall and was in agony.

After a struggle, Jing Yuanzhao suddenly woke up.

The consciousness returned from illusion to the body, he knew. But he didn't move, he just opened his eyes slightly and looked in front of him.

Low roof with clear ridge.

Someone pushed the door open and came in. He heard the movement and continued to sleep with his eyes closed.

"It's a bit cold today."

It's official.

The two young men chatted for a few words, talking about the party last night, the girl who accompanied the drink, etc.

The two talked for half an hour, then looked at Jing Yuanzhao on the bed: "What's the use of guarding a living dead every day?"

"Master told him to keep watch. The doctor will come and give him an injection shortly."

There was also a middle-aged woman who took care of him and turned him over. She also spoke to Jing Yuanzhao, but Jing Yuanzhao couldn't understand.

Jing Yuanzhao woke up and could no longer enter the illusory dreamland, and he didn't feel much pain on his body. When there was no one in the west, he moved his fingers and found that his west limb was very stiff and he felt a little unable to move.

He just pretended to be Sanxitian.

Every evening, a young man comes. He speaks very poorly in Mandarin and speaks very slowly. He will ask about his day.

They will also check his body to see if there is any lack of care.

"Take good care of him. If you make any mistakes, Lord Beile will kill you." The young man said.

After he left, the two men guarding Jing Yuanzhao complained.

"Damn lame, it looks like he can do it!"

"He works beside Lord Baylor and is very trusted. General Sato introduced him to Lord Baylor."

"Is he an Oriental or a Chinese?"

"Chinese, I heard he came from Guangcheng."

Within a few days, Jing Yuanzhao could feel how much this young man valued him, and he would check his body every time.

Lame, Guangcheng, this suddenly reminded him of the lame boy in Guangcheng.

After he left Guangcheng, there was no news about the lame boy, and Jing Yuanzhao thought he was dead.

Whether in reality or in illusory dreams, he never saw the boy next to Yan Xin again.

Zhou Junwang, on the other hand, was vaguely testing the relationship between Yan Xin and the royalists.

Jing Yuanzhao's mind was very confused.

The next day, when the young man came to see him again and wanted to see if there were bed sores on his back and if there was any odor on his body, Jing Yuanzhao opened his eyes behind his entourage.

The young man looked at him.

Jing Yuanzhao blinked his eyes and closed them again.

He moved his fingers all night and gained a little strength.

He shook the young man's hand firmly.

After the young man was stunned for a moment, he laid him down.

"He will be sent to the hospital for a routine checkup the day after tomorrow." The young man stood up and said to his two followers, "Be prepared."

The two followers said yes.

Jing Yuanzhao waited patiently for two days.

After a long struggle, he heard the noise of people, but he pretended to be unconscious.

The first time someone poked him, he whispered something in Guangcheng dialect.

Jing Yuanzhao opened his eyes.

The ward smelled of disinfectant, and the young man looked at him.

"Can you see it?" He shook his finger.

"Yes, Asong." He called the lame boy's name.

That's what Yan Xin called him.

"Shh!" The lame man closed his eyes again, "We'll wait another three days and talk in the evening. Keep pretending and don't move."

Jing Yuanzhao was anxious, but he also knew that he had fallen into a den of tigers and wolves, and he had to be cautious.

Where is he now? This kind of hospital is not quite like the one in Yicheng or Guangcheng. Some of the people around me speak Mandarin, and some don't.

The air is a little cold. What season is it?

Where is Yan Xin?