Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

The military governor held a simple funeral for Jing Zhonglin.

He Menglan started to make a fuss.

"Zhong Lin is gone. How can we mess with the funeral? We need to give him an official title, marry him in the underworld, give him an adopted son, and break the basin for him." He Menglan cried.

The military governor was extremely annoyed. After hearing these words, he almost made a move, but was stopped by Jing Feiyan.

He Menglan temporarily took care of it and only showed up on the day of Jing Zhonglin's burial.

She cried until she fainted.

Among He Menglan's six children, Jing Zhonglin loved Jing Zhonglin the most and had high hopes for him, but they didn't expect him to be easily plotted.

Seeing the military governor again, He Menglan still couldn't help but roar at him, asking him to avenge Jing Zhonglin.

The warlord got in the car and left.

He Menglan cried until he died and lay down after returning home.

Jing Feiyan looked at this scene, looked at her father, and clenched her fingers fiercely.

"You enjoy her hysteria, don't you? If you ignore her and pretend not to see it, you will only irritate her more and more. If you look at her more and care about her more, how can she become like this?"

If you don’t hit or scold, isn’t it violence?

Jing Feiyan suddenly understood this.

She looked at He Menglan and felt the woman's sadness.

Even the eldest lady Sheng, in the eyes of He Menglan and Xifu, has won a lot, doesn't she still have to compromise?

Jing Feiyan didn't want this.

She neither wants to be her own mother, nor does she want to be the forbearing lady Sheng. She wants power.

The funeral is over, it’s the end of the year, and tomorrow is New Year’s Eve.

His wife told him that after worshiping the ancestors this year, she would go to the house at the foot of Chengshan Mountain to stay with Yan Xin and Yan Xin's grandmother.

"I don't want to get along with Mr. He, and I don't want to talk to the old lady," the lady said.

The warlord understands, but is also very annoyed.

He suddenly said: "I will take my adjutants to worship our ancestors this year. You all should not go, just spend the year like this. When Azhao comes back, we can dig up the graves of our ancestors and burn incense again."

Wife: "Will the old lady be angry? It's the Chinese New Year."

"What year will it take?" said the warlord.

"Where are you going on New Year's Eve?" the lady asked.

When he was young, the Overseer and his father often spent New Year's Eve in the camp, which was a good opportunity for the coach to win over people.

The warlord had become lazy over the years and had to use his subordinates, so he scrapped this line.

"...Go to the station this year and let Yuanshan accompany me." The warlord said.

Madam: "Okay."

Sheng Yuanshan planned to spend the New Year with his wife and Yan Xin, but the governor needed him to be stationed at the station, so he had to get down to business first.

The Xifu people heard that they were not required to return to their old home to worship their ancestors this year, which added a bit of uneasiness and panic to their grief.

"Why? Dad doesn't want us anymore?" the youngest son Jing Shaoheng asked.

Jing Feiyan sent someone to inquire.

The eldest lady Sheng and others did not go to worship the ancestors. Only the governor completed the sacrifice alone, and behind him were his lieutenants holding silks and dishes.

Instead of punishing Xifu, everyone in Xifu breathed a sigh of relief.

Yan Xin took his wife and Jing Jiatong to her grandmother's yard in the afternoon.

When night fell, red lanterns were lit in the yard, and firecrackers were set off before dinner. Yan Xin went to light the fuses in person.

She quickly ran back and stood under the eaves, watching the firecrackers and fireworks in the courtyard with her wife and grandmother.

"Azhao, where are you now?"

If God has a spirit, it’s time for you to come back.

At this moment, Jing Yuanzhao was sitting quietly on the window sill, watching the fireworks rising in the courtyard.

Many Chinese gather here, and they also celebrate the Lunar New Year and even burn incense to worship their ancestors.

"Master."

This title is not Jing Yuanzhao.

He turned around and saw a young man wearing a chinchilla fur cloak walking in with a slight limp.

It's Asong.

Ah Song is really only sixteen or seventeen years old, but he has grown taller, stronger, and tanned, so it would not be inappropriate to say that he is in his early twenties.

He is darker.

There is plenty of sunshine in Guangcheng. He is an orphan in the village, without a father or a mother. He grew up eating a lot of food, running around and getting tanned.

When Jing Yuanzhao met him, he had not yet started to grow taller and was thin and small.

It seems that it only takes a year or two to turn from a boy to a man.

"Master Beile asked you to go to dinner." Asong said to Jing Yuanzhao.

His current name is Matsuyama Ying, and he is an illegitimate son from a small family in Edo, Japan.

The noble families gathered in Edo, even if they were just small families, were countless times more prominent than the common people of Kanto. Asong, who grew up in Guangcheng, actually speaks with a Kansai accent.

Such an aristocratic accent.

Jing Yuanzhao was not stupid. When he woke up, he understood: Asong, the wild boy without a father and mother, was not an orphan. He was one of the spies placed in Guangcheng by the East.

Some spies have plans that last decades, rather than being deployed in three to five years.

Ah Song never appeared next to Yan Xin in his previous life. Maybe he no longer had to be a spy and stayed in Japan.

"New Year's Eve today?" Jing Yuanzhao asked him.

Asong nodded: "Yes, Lord Beile is more conservative. He wants to celebrate the New Year."

"All of your family are Lord Baylor's servants?" Jing Yuanzhao asked.

"My family was in decline before, but it was with the support of Lord Beile that we restored our family, so we took refuge in him." Asong said.

His Mandarin was much smoother than when Jing Yuanzhao had just woken up.

Asong's language talent is excellent, and he can learn it quickly if he wants to.

Then he said, "Let me tell you a secret. Lord Baylor will be returning to China after the Chinese New Year."

Jing Yuanzhao's heart skipped a beat and he asked tentatively: "You shouldn't take me with you, right?"

"You are very important, but if you stay here, you are just a useless person. Since Master Beile wants to return to the country, he will definitely take you with him." Asong said.

Jing Yuanzhao: "Going to the Northeast?"

"Go to Beicheng." Asong said.

Jing Yuanzhao: "Zhang Shuai from Beicheng has formed an alliance with my father. What will Lord Baylor do?"

"You don't know yet, right? Zhang Shuai is seriously ill, but he just hid the news from the outside world; and Zhang Shuai's eldest son, when he was studying here, he had a good relationship with my eldest brother; he was also very close to Lord Baylor." Asong said.

Jing Yuanzhao sneered: "It seems that the Zhang family is about to change."

"When Lord Beile returns, he might become the Zhang family's son-in-law." Asong said, "I heard that the Zhang family's eldest son intends to marry his sister to Lord Beile."

Jing Yuanzhao listened silently.

He has been with Zhang Nanshu for two years, and she is like his biological sister.

Unexpectedly, her misfortune is about to begin.

"...Will you go?" Jing Yuanzhao asked Asong.

Asong: "The discussion is not on me now, but I will definitely fight for it. I will protect you, don't worry. I will let you see Sister Ayuan safely."

Jing Yuanzhao nodded and asked him again: "A Song, what did you call her? You didn't call her that before."

"Sister Ayun?" He learned the Guangcheng dialect.

"Correct."

"That's Sister Ayuan. I learned the local dialect. When they don't know a person's name, they use various names.

Sister Ayuan is a distant relative in the clan, and the clan leader doesn’t know her name, so the children call her their distant sister.

According to their dialect habits, the colloquial words are Ayuanmei and Ayuanjie, which means distant girl. "Asong said.

Jing Yuanzhao was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then he couldn't even laugh or cry.