Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

The secret room was crowded.

Zhang Linguang, the eldest young master of the Zhang family, and Zhang Zhi, the second young master, each brought their troops and came in through the corridor.

Yan Xin slowly backed away.

She pushed outside the iron door of the secret room and reached in through the gap.

Her hand was held by a cold hand.

This hand, with its thin calluses, is always hot and warm. It's as cold as ice now.

Yan Xin was almost in tears.

The Zhang brothers faced off, with bullets loaded on both sides.

"What are you crazy about? Brothers who don't treat each other well also bully their neighbors. Do you insist on quarreling with me at this time? Do you think that if you quarrel, will the family fortune be given to you? I am the eldest son!" Zhang Linguang scolded angrily.

Zhang Zhi sneered: "Why do you think I'm so crazy? If I give you my family fortune, my whole family will become traitors and traitors, and I will be reviled on my father's grave a hundred years later?"

"I told you, it's not like that!" Zhang Linguang's face turned red with anger, "You have listened to me since you were a child, can you believe me this time?"

"If you can't provide evidence, I can't believe you." Zhang Zhi turned around and said, "If you want me to believe you, you can give me Young Marshal Jing."

"no!"

"When things have come to this point, you don't have any sincerity. You just ask me to trust you. How can I trust you?" Zhang Zhi pressed.

The brothers got into a big fight.

Yan Xin listened to their disagreements. She was like ice and fire. On one side, Jing Yuanzhao held her hand tightly, making her body hot; on the other side, listening to the Zhang brothers arguing, her heart felt cold.

Her mind was going crazy.

"You two!" Yan Xin suddenly spoke out, her voice high and sharp.

The Zhang brothers didn't take precautions. They were startled by her voice and looked at her.

"Two of you, the most valuable hostage is Marshal Jing. If brothers argue again, go home and fight. This is Qibele's territory. Do you also want to be a hostage?" Yan Xin said quietly.

Zhang brothers: "..."

Zhang Zhi turned back to look at his brother: "Escape first and then go home?"

Zhang Linguang gritted his teeth and made up his mind: "Go back first."

Zhang Zhi: "Go and pick the lock."

Yan Xin and Zhang Zhi found the secret passage; Zhang Linguang was behind, and he followed Zhang Zhi and Yan Xin to find this place.

The door opened, and Yan Xin squeezed past the Zhang family's adjutant and entered the room.

Jing Yuanzhao sat on the ground together

She knelt down and hugged Jing Yuanzhao tightly.

He was a bit thinner and slightly cooler, unlike the little Yang Yang that Yan Xin knew.

The dark dungeon sucked away the light and heat from his body.

Fortunately, there were no obvious injuries on his body or face.

"...Young Marshal Jing, can you leave?" Zhang Zhi came in later and asked him.

Jing Yuanzhao shook his head: "I can't walk, I'm disabled. My legs no longer work."

Zhang Zhi was surprised.

Yan Xin: "Ask someone to help him. Do you need Bai Shuang?"

She looked into Jing Yuanzhao's eyes.

When they looked at each other, a layer of mist appeared in his bright and deep eyes.

Yan Xin rolled her eyes away.

It's not time to cry.

Can't cry.

"Your maid is not as strong as the adjutant." Zhang Zhi said.

They came quietly and left quietly.

The people over at Qibele probably just left a back door at the entrance of the well. The entrance to the secret passage is related to the Wanguo Hotel, not here.

Seven or eight people were left to guard the place, so no one patrolled.

Everyone quietly returned to the Commander's Mansion, and Jing Yuanzhao was arranged to a house in the back garden of the Zhang family.

The house is elegant, clean, and the furniture is new.

"Second Young Master, you brothers can discuss it among yourselves. We will not escape. At least, we will not make fun of our own lives." Yan Xin said, "Can we be alone now?"

Zhang Zhi looked at her deeply: "Miss Yan, don't take risks."

"My life and my fiancé's life together are more valuable than yours. Are you afraid that I will take risks? I am more afraid of death than you." Yan Xin said.

Zhang Zhi nodded.

Yan Xin added: "Deal with your brother. Young Marshal Jing is the hostage held by Qi Beile. You have someone in your hands, but you don't need to offend the Jing family. The villain will always be Qi Beile and has nothing to do with you. All you need to do is treat me and Jing well." Young Marshal, the Jing family will always be Zhang’s allies.”

You have a trump card in your hand, but you don’t need to bear the pressure.

What a good thing it is to let Qibele take all the blame and let the Zhang family reap the benefits.

Zhang Zhi smiled: "You are very powerful, Miss Yan."

"I want you to promise to give my fiancé the best conditions. Also, his leg is broken and I need medicine. Please do these two things for me," Yan Xin said.

Zhang Zhi: "Don't worry."

He added, "You are indeed a capable young lady who can be recognized by the Jing family."

Yan Xin didn't continue talking nonsense with him and turned around and entered the house.

Jing Yuanzhao smiled at her.

His eyes were deep, his smile was scorching, and he looked at her with the same affection as when they first met.

"Let me take a look at your legs..."

"Zhuzhu'er, I need to wash up." He smiled, "I'm all dirty."

"It's ok."

"It doesn't matter, I want to kiss you." He said.

Yan Xin was hit by these words, and his calmness and rationality were gone. Her lips were trembling and her legs were shaking. She rushed up to hug him tightly and kissed his lips.

With his arms around her waist, he let her sit in his arms and responded to her kiss.

A tearing kiss, slightly painful, mixed with tears.

When he let go, Jing Yuanzhao's eyes were red, and tears seemed to be rolling down from his eyes.

Yan Xin also kept crying, silently and heavily.

Jing Yuanzhao hugged her tightly: "Zhu Zhu'er, Zhu Zhu'er!"

I'm not dreaming, Yan thought.

In the dream, there was no such strong and painful hug, no such hot tears, and no such hot breath.

Not a dream.

This is Jing Yuanzhao.

It’s been almost ten months.

Nearly three hundred days and nights, every night delayed her. She breaks down at night, and needs to sort out her brokenness during the day, run errands, comfort her wife, and support her life.

"Zhu Zhu'er, I found you!" His emotions were more complicated than Yan Xin's, and he burst into tears and hugged her tightly, "Zhu Zhu'er, I didn't lose you!"

Yan Xin didn't understand this.

It was he who disappeared, it was Yan Xin who lost him.

"Zhuzhu'er, I deserve to die!" Jing Yuanzhao choked with sobs and couldn't make a sound, "I deserve to die, I'm blind and blind. How can I make it up to you, how can I treat you well, Zhuzhu'er?"

Yan Xin heard this and heard his incoherence.

She wiped her tears casually, and then wiped his tears: "You are good to me when you come back. Azhao, thank you for being alive."

"I will live and I will be good to you all my life." He said.

He pecked her lips gently again.

Yan Xinfu went to kiss him again.

Zhang Nanshu came, but Zhang Zhi's people blocked her from the door, and she was so angry that she cursed.

"What do you know? I didn't want to take them away, they belong to you." Zhang Nanshu said angrily, "I just went in and took a look to see what they were missing. I tell you, they are not your prisoners."

Zhang Zhi said something vaguely.

Zhang Nanshu stopped.

After a while, someone brought clothes and put hot water in the clean room.

Two lieutenants came over and carried Jing Yuanzhao to the clean room.

Yan Xin followed him, helped him take off his clothes, and asked him: "Why can't I move my legs? Where is the injury? Is it the lumbar spine?"

At this moment, Jing Yuanzhao stood up and sat down again.

He smiled at her slyly, his eyes deep.

Yan Xin: "..."