Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

Jing Yuanzhao was very funny after hearing Asong's explanation.

He first thought her name was Ayun.

He never thought that what he heard was completely different from what he understood.

"Her name is Yan Xin." Jing Yuanzhao told Asong.

"I know that everyone in that village is named Yan, and she also told me her name. But I'm used to it," Asong said.

Jing Yuanzhao: "..."

"How are you now?" Asong asked him, gesturing for him to move his hands and feet.

When Jing Yuanzhao just woke up, his hands and feet were not in control.

Asong asked him to continue to pretend to be paralyzed and to pretend that his hands and feet were weak. It doesn't matter even if Qi Beile suspects that he is getting better, it's not Qi Beile who is waiting for him.

As long as the people who take care of him and watch over him know that he is handicapped, he will have a chance to escape.

"The people who work below are the most lazy and slippery. Even if the master repeatedly tells them to be careful, once they think you won't cause trouble, they will relax their vigilance." Asong said.

After hearing what he said, Jing Yuanzhao couldn't hold his glass of water in front of others.

He can sleep alone at night, so he moves around for about half an hour every night to exercise his hands and feet.

In less than two months, he felt that he could run and jump, and his physical strength had recovered to [-]%.

Facing Asong, he didn't dare to give all the details, and just said: "It's no problem to walk for ten minutes."

"Okay, you continue to pretend." Asong said, "Once there is a chance to go back, I will help you escape. You go back to Sister Ayuan and tell her that I am still alive."

When he said this, his tone was a little sad, "She is probably the only one who still cares about whether I am alive."

Jing Yuanzhao's heart ached slightly.

It's not that Yan Xin doesn't care, she doesn't remember.

She was in too much pain. The experience in Guangcheng almost caused her to collapse, so she chose to erase it. Whether in a dream or in reality, Yan Xin always looked blank when others mentioned Guangcheng.

She forgot Asong and Jing Yuanzhao.

Maybe Asong in the dream also asked her about Zhou Zhou, thinking that she had forgotten him on purpose, so he no longer appeared in front of her.

"She will." Jing Yuanzhao said, "She cares very much."

If she still remembers.

She regards Asong as her biological brother.

It doesn't matter. When Jing Yuanzhao returns, he will slowly help her remember.

She said that the secret she brought into the coffin could now be told to him, and he vaguely knew it.

Jing Yuanzhao couldn't wait to see her.

The firecrackers in the yard were deafening. Jing Yuanzhao sat indoors, watching the fireworks in the sky, feeling like he was returning home.

Will Zhu Zhuer see such a night sky?

Does she firmly believe that he is still alive?

It's been half a year since he disappeared. Has Zhuzhuer been wronged in the past six months?

Where is his mother?

Mother, during these days, have you ever been made trouble by those bastards in Xifu? Did that old witch from the He family bully her?

Where is my uncle?

All these things made him anxious.

Jing Yuanzhao knew very well that there was no need to rush, everything had to fall into place before he could escape. He has to be patient.

Just waiting made him suffer, and everything inside was burned.

I really want to go home!

Yan Xin finished setting off the fireworks in the courtyard and sneezed a few times.

"It's so cold," she laughed.

"It's very cold," the lady said with a smile, "but it's quite lively."

In order to let his wife have a good New Year, Yan Xin arranged a theatrical troupe in advance, paid three times the money, and also prepared a reward.

The theater troupe is not particularly prosperous, and some lively plays are performed on the small stage.

For the New Year’s Eve dinner, everyone’s favorite dishes were cooked, including Madam’s favorites and Jing Jiatong’s favorites.

Yan Xin's grandmother is not good at socializing, but she is still young, speaks sincerely and thoughtfully, and her wife enjoys chatting with her.

They talked about trivial household matters without any "overtones", and Madam felt very relaxed.

Jing Jiatong had a hearty meal, and went to the yard with Bai Shuang and Wei Ming to continue setting off fireworks.

After a while Yan Xin also came out.

"This is the first time in my life that I have such a relaxing New Year's Eve. In previous years, I was so depressed. I didn't dare to chew hard when I was eating. I just wrapped it in my mouth a few times and then swallowed it. I didn't dare to make a sound." Jing Jiatong said.

Yan Xin laughed.

"Jiatong, your second brother passed away." Yan Xin said carefully.

"Do you think I should go back?" Jing Jiatong asked, "I was also thinking about this issue originally. I thought if my father or madam asked me, I would just go back."

As a result, no one mentioned it.

Everyone felt very sad and ignored Jing Jiatong.

"I mean, he is already dead." Yan Xin said, "You can feel sad. Madam doesn't mind. After all, you are brother and sister."

Jing Jiatong listened and smiled: "I said I'm not sad. Do you think I'm a terrible person? I have no conscience?"

Yan Xin shook his head: "No. If my brother dies, I won't be sad. I am not familiar with him, and he is more indifferent than a stranger."

"He is very good at pleasing my mother, ever since he was a child. Anyway, if something happened, he would grab a few of us to block the gun.

In his eyes, I'm not even as good as a pet cat. When I was a child, I also imagined that my brother would protect us and be a 'brother like father', shielding us from wind and rain.

Gradually I understood that he wished he could push us out to protect us from the rain. Why is Mom willing to listen to him? Because when she loses her temper, he can find a few of us as punching bags.

Ayan is smarter and doesn't get scolded that much. My third brother and I are clumsy and have been unlucky since childhood. "Jing Jiatong said.

Yan Xin felt a little sad.

"Sister, my third brother is almost crazy. He rarely wakes up. If I don't save myself and don't jump out of the house, I will be next." Jing Jiatong said.

He added, "Last time Nie Jiao beat me and my second brother scolded me in public, I gave up. When he died, I was unhappy and not sad.

I can't help it, I haven't been able to act since I was a child. Even if I cry and cry, I can’t do it no matter how painful and reluctant I am. "

Yan Xin gently shook her hand.

"I always wonder, what is blood relationship? Are the brothers and sisters in our family just close, or is it the same in other families?

Even the female classmates I know in church school are more caring than my brothers and sisters. Meeting by chance means more affection than blood relatives. "Jing Jiatong said.

Yan Xin said: "Children have natural emotions, but as they grow older, they will gradually break. This requires parents to water them.

If a brother or sister becomes a stranger or even an enemy, don’t doubt yourself, it’s because of your parents. "

Jing Jiatong smiled: "I like to listen to you talk, sister, you are always very transparent."

Then he said, "I hope I can be as peaceful as you in the future."

"You will." Yan Xin said.

"Sister, please ask my wife for a favor later, let's go out to play? I really want to go out for a walk on New Year's Eve." Jing Jiatong said.

He sounded like an adult just now, but now he has the temper of a child.

Yan Xin smiled: "Okay."

"I met some handsome young master. Maybe I can get married next year. I just made a wish when I set off the fireworks. I hope to get engaged next year and then study abroad with my fiancé. I'm still a little scared when I'm alone." Jing Jiatong said.

Yan Xin couldn't help laughing.

The two of them were joking, and the gatekeeper of the outer courtyard came in and said that there was a guest.

"Who's here?"