Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

Yan Xin went to open the door.

Sheng Yuanshan and the military governor stood at the door wearing iron-gray wind cloaks.

She was stunned.

"Happy New Year, Zhuzhu'er." Sheng Yuanshan spoke first.

"Abba, uncle." Yan Xin hurriedly let them in, "Aren't you at the station?"

The warlord walked inside and answered: "The station is boring. I'm here, but they don't dare to enjoy themselves. They can only relax once a year."

Also, with the warlord present, what else is there to do on New Year's Eve?

Sheng Yuanshan trailed behind the governor and crossed the threshold: "The governor paid rewards to everyone and came back."

The best one is the one who rewards you with money.

Yan Xin: “Our Chinese New Year is relatively simple and we haven’t prepared too much.”

"We live like this every year, there is no need to prepare anything." said the warlord.

Jing Jiatong met the warlord head-on and was startled: "A-Abba?"

"Is it cold?" the warlord asked when he saw that she was wearing a slightly thin feather satin cloak.

Jing Jiatong: "It's not cold. I'm wearing a chinchilla fur coat inside, so it's very warm."

The warlord nodded: "Don't freeze, it's the Chinese New Year."

Jing Jiatong was slightly stunned.

Then her eyes slowly turned red, and her emotions were inexplicable.

When the governor entered the inner courtyard, his wife was also surprised and hurriedly came to greet him: "What happened?"

"It's okay, I just want to go home for the New Year." The governor held her hand.

Madam: "...If you don't say hello, you're scared to death."

The warlord couldn't help but smile.

This was the first time he smiled today, and most of the gloom throughout the day was gone.

When he was stationed, he felt depressed and heavy. He clearly felt that the soldiers were trembling with fear. The warlord didn't have a good temper and didn't want to spoil the fun, so he took the people back to the city.

Yan Xin asked again: "Abba, uncle, have you had the New Year's Eve dinner?"

Probably not eaten.

After all, it's still early, and the resident New Year's Eve dinner probably hasn't started yet.

"Not yet. Feel free to eat something." said the Overseer.

Sheng Yuanshan: "Just make it lighter."

Yan Xin hurriedly went to give instructions.

Zhu Shichang, the steward of my grandmother's yard, was well-organized and smart in the kitchen.

I gave the order here, and eight dishes were quickly cooked there.

The governor and Sheng Yuanshan ate some casually and went to listen to the opera.

"This house is very elegant," said the warlord.

Yan Xin: "I took a fancy to it and bought it for my grandmother to recuperate."

"Chengshan is in front of us, and the air is good." The military governor said.

Yan Xin said yes.

After listening to the play for a while, the warlord wanted to go out for a walk with his wife, and even wanted to go up the mountain and soak in a hot spring for a while.

As soon as they left, Yan Xin's grandmother couldn't bear it anymore and kept yawning.

Yan Xin asked her to go to bed first.

"Shall we go out for a walk?" Jing Jiatong asked again.

She had never been out on New Year's Eve.

Yan Xin: "Okay, let's go out for a walk."

Sheng Yuanshan stood up: "Do you mind if I come with you?"

"Of course I don't mind, as long as uncle doesn't find it boring." Yan Xin said.

She went back and changed into a warmer cloak, and went out with Jing Jiatong and Sheng Yuanshan.

Yan Xin didn’t want to think about the bustle of last year’s New Year’s Eve. Life has its ups and downs, and there are always downs. It’s not as happy as every New Year’s Eve.

Xin Street is very lively, with neon lights everywhere at night; the streets are busy with traffic, and people walking at night are crowded together. There was hustle and bustle everywhere.

"Don't drive the car in. You can't get out by turning around." Yan Xin told Bai Shuang.

Bai Shuang found a place to park on the street.

There were already many horse-drawn carriages parked nearby, mixed with a few bullock carts, rickshaws and cars.

In this era, the new and the old are pieced together, but not completely crushed and integrated. Therefore, the new is new and the old is old, just like a brand-new fox fur cloak covered with patches.

Yan Xin and others got out of the car and walked along the street.

"I'm going to buy a lantern first." Jing Jiatong said.

The hawker stalls not far away are filled with lanterns.

The lantern fair lasts from New Year's Eve to the Lantern Festival.

Yan Xin and Sheng Yuanshan followed.

"Does this one look good?" Sheng Yuanshan picked up a lotus-shaped one and asked Yan Xin.

The lights were bright, and his brows were shrouded in the warm orange light in front of the hawker stall, and his deep eyes were soft and refreshing.

His eyes were focused and lingering, looking at her quietly.

Yan Xin avoided his gaze: "I don't want to hold the lantern and freeze my hands."

Jing Jiatong, who had just paid and picked up a horse lantern: "..."

"Buy one. If your hands get cold, I'll carry it." Sheng Yuanshan said.

He paid for the lotus lantern made of bright horns and stuffed it into Yan Xin's hand.

Someone on the side said: "This lantern is too ordinary, not as exquisite as a revolving lantern."

The voice is familiar.

Yan Xin looked back and saw Zhou Junwang.

Zhou Junwang still had his hair combed back, and he had a handsome face with clean contours, making him look younger.

He smiled slightly: "Miss, why not buy a revolving lantern."

Sheng Yuanshan looked at him quietly, expressionless.

Yan Xin couldn't say that the revolving lantern was bad because Jing Jiatong had just bought one; she couldn't say yes either, giving Zhou Junwang a chance to rub his nose in the face.

So she naturally changed the subject: "I met you again."

She introduced Jing Jiatong.

Sheng Yuanshan and Zhou Junwang knew each other, but they were not very familiar with each other.

Jing Jiatong looked at Zhou Junwang curiously.

"When you go out to relax on New Year's Eve, you can meet each other. We are destined." Zhou Junwang said.

Yan Xin: "I met you last year too. At that time, Azhao also asked if you were following us on purpose."

She naturally mentioned Jing Yuanzhao.

It seemed that Jing Yuanzhao was not missing, but waiting for her to return at home.

Zhou Junwang was heartbroken: "He has a bad tongue, why should the eldest lady imitate him? By the way, is there any news about him now?"

"This is a secret of the military government." Yan Xin said.

Zhou Junwang: "I was abrupt."

Then he said, "Miss, why don't you choose a new revolving lantern?"

"No, I don't like it," she said.

He said goodbye to Zhou Junwang and walked forward with Sheng Yuanshan and Jing Jiatong.

Jing Jiatong was a little curious: "This man, is he the eldest son of the Zhou family of the Qing Gang?"

"Yes."

"No wonder..." Jing Jiatong stopped mid-sentence.

"What's the wonder?" Yan Xin asked.

Jing Jiatong didn't seem to know how to speak, and after a while he thought about the words: "My cousin, He Miaomiao from my maternal grandfather's family, is obsessed with Mr. Zhou. I said it's no wonder she is obsessed, it turns out that Mr. Zhou is so handsome."

After saying that, Jing Jiatong glanced at Shengyuan Mountain.

In terms of appearance and temperament, Mr. Zhou could match Sheng Yuanshan; but in Jing Jiatong's heart, Sheng Yuanshan, his uncle, was like a banished immortal, hard to find in the world.

Compared with Sheng Yuanshan, he is an indistinguishable man. It is not surprising that He Miaomiao refused to marry him, he must be you.

"...The He family doesn't want to marry her to the Qinggang, and the Zhou family is not enthusiastic enough about this matter. My cousin is doted on, and her uncle and the others are very pampered with her. She has not been engaged even when she is twenty years old." Jing Jiatong added.

Marrying into the Qing Gang means alienating the military government, which is a betrayal of the Jing family.

The He family naturally disagreed.

He Menglan would not agree either.

Yan Xin doesn't socialize very much, and she doesn't know anything about the gossips of the famous ladies in Yicheng.

In his previous life, Zhou Junwang had several wives, all of whom were wives, regardless of wives or concubines.

Is He Miaomiao among them?

Yan Xin and the others walked around and met a group of people, including the children of the Jing family's Xifu and He Miaomiao.