Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

Yan Xin stood up and shrank to the corner.

Jing Yuanzhao looks good.

Xiao Jianzhong Decoction gave the right medicine. He had been suffering from constant headaches for two months, but he was almost cured after taking the medicine for two days.

He drank Xitian continuously and made sure his headache was cured before going upstairs.

"I believe your words. You are the little miracle doctor of the Yan family." Jing Yuanzhao said, with dark eyes and deep eyes.

Yan Xin wanted to take the opportunity to say, "Yan Wanwan doesn't have medical skills, I do" to sow discord.

However, she was not sure. She had no idea what kind of feelings Jing Yuanzhao had for Yan Wanwan.

She was afraid of making things worse.

She pondered for a moment, then simply said: "I'm not a spy."

"You're not, you've already been found out." Jing Yuanzhao smiled.

"Then can I go home?" Yan Xin tried her best to suppress her eagerness.

Jing Yuanzhao's dark eyes tightened, a little unhappy.

Want to leave him so much?

"Yes, you have to ask your husband and your mother-in-law before you can come and accompany me." He seemed to have just remembered, "It's really troublesome. We have a democratic government now, don't we propose freedom of marriage?"

Yan Xin clenched her fingers tightly.

"...What if they don't agree?"

"That will naturally destroy their family. When the time comes, kneel down and beg me to sleep with you." He smiled.

There seemed to be a gloomy glow in his pupils.

Yan Xin's legs felt a little weak.

After all, she is not really seventeen years old. She knows that things in the world are difficult and dangerous.

When a warlord is in power and takes life and death, doesn't it all depend on his will?

Yan Xin just didn't understand what kind of joke fate had played on her.

Why did she fall from one kind of suffering to another kind of danger after being reborn?

"I cured you." Yan Xin trembled slightly, "You can't be so unscrupulous."

Jing Yuanzhao thought it was funny.

He stepped forward and hugged her.

She couldn't break free and turned her face away.

The man's hot breath, smelling of tobacco, sprayed on the side of her face, burning her so hard that she had nowhere to escape.

Jing Yuanzhao gently sucked her earlobe.

Yan Xin's earlobes were the most sensitive. She trembled all over and tried desperately to avoid it.

He had already expected it, so he held the back of her neck with one hand, forcing her to turn her face and move closer to his lips.

Kissing her, the faint fragrance of black medicine, this is her breath, makes him addicted.

Jing Yuanzhao seemed to be walking casually on the roadside when he suddenly saw a priceless pearl.

Holding it in the palm of my hand now, I can't put it down.

He kissed her, his lips lingering on her cheek, and then kissed her delicate jaw and slender neck.

The snow neck was so tender, soft and slightly cool. At this moment, Jing Yuanzhao wanted to eat her.

He rubbed his teeth neither lightly nor heavily on her snowy neck, using a little force, leaving a very clear tooth mark.

When she let go, she didn't know whether she was emotional or angry, her snow-colored face turned red.

Under the red tide, that face became more and more charming.

Yan Xin's eyes are very watery, and her plump cherry lips have naturally upturned corners.

Therefore, even though her face was expressionless and she looked at him quietly, her eyes were filled with water, and she seemed to be smiling, as if she was trying to seduce someone.

A born fairy.

Jing Yuanzhao didn't know enough, so he could only think of the word "enchanting and natural", which suited Yan Xin so well.

Her husband must have wanted to die on her body day and night.

When Jing Yuanzhao thought of this, his heart stopped and he was a little unhappy.

Jing Yuanzhao couldn't help but get angry when he thought of her going back, in the red tent at night, with her clothes peeling off, and another man holding her slim waist with his broad hands.

"Yan Xin, you won't lose if you stay with me for three months." His breathing became heavy. "In three months, you will be the official wife, and your husband will be prosperous."

Yan Xin's hands tightly grasped his shirt.

Her tremors intensified.

She wanted Jiang Siqiao to die instead of using her body to give him a higher position.

She is an upright young lady of the Yan family, not a prostitute.

"I don't want to." She raised her face, "I don't want to be an official's wife, and I don't want to be with you. Young Marshal, you kill me."

She was relieved when these words came out.

Better to die.

After all, you have died once, so what do you want to live for?

She never lived a happy day.

Except for her grandparents, no one in this world valued her.

People must live with dignity. Yanxin relies on her medical skills to make money and gain respect. She lives a glorious life. Why should she turn herself into a prostitute?

"You go ahead and kill me." Yan Xin repeated, "Killing is a common occurrence for you. I don't want to do it with you while I'm alive."

Jing Yuanzhao's eyes tightened.

He smiled coldly and pushed her away.

"You don't know what is good or bad." He looked at her, "A woman, don't think too highly of yourself."

"Yes, I am lowly. But lowly people are not willing to end up in prostitution." Yan Xin said, "I would rather die innocently."

Jing Yuanzhao suddenly felt disappointed.

The gorgeous and delicate young woman is indeed cute, like a piece of fragrant meat, which is mouth-watering.

But when we talk about chaste and virtuous women and innocence, it suddenly becomes boring and even more unappetizing than sour rice.

What kind of woman does Jing Yuanzhao not have?

He released a little kindness at will, and those women threw themselves at him with all their might.

Is he worthy of watching a woman erect a chastity memorial in front of him?

"Go back." Jing Yuanzhao said.

He went out first.

Before he could eat it, the snack turned into a hard stone, which was somewhat unpleasant.

His lieutenant sent Yan Xin home.

"Go to Yan Mansion." Yan Xin said.

The adjutant general was fair and fair, and smiled: "Okay. I know the way."

The adjutant's name was Tang Bai. He was the son of Jing Yuanzhao's wet nurse, and he followed Jing Yuanzhao.

Jing Yuanzhao became the military governor, and the deputy commander Tang Bai became the general staff of the military government. One person was less than ten thousand people.

Yan Xin got to know his wife and often went in and out of his mansion.

Mrs. Tang is very kind to Yan Xin and is Yan Xin's only friend.

At that time, Yan Xin still thought that if her medicine shop really couldn't be saved, she would ask Mrs. Tang. Unfortunately, before it was too late, she was angered to death by her own son.

Yan Xin glanced at him twice.

The deputy officer smiled: "Where is Miss Yan from?"

"She's from Yicheng." Yan Xin said, and then corrected him, "Adjutant, I am Mrs. Xi from the Jiang family."

The deputy officer did not refute and asked her again: "Mrs. Xi, have you ever lived in Guangcheng?"

Yan Xin was slightly stunned.

Yan Wanwan and Jing Yuanzhao met in Guangcheng, why did she also ask her if she had been to Guangcheng?

She hasn't been.

His grandfather was sent back to his hometown in Guangcheng for burial. Yan Xinyi wanted to go and burn incense on his grave.

But she got seriously ill a few months ago. During the illness, many of the memories were vague and unclear.

"No." Yan Xin answered truthfully.

The adjutant turned to Yi and looked at her, a little disappointed.

She probably wasn't the "Ayun" the young commander was looking for.

The young marshal himself said it didn't look like it, because his face and skin were whiter than snow, while the "Ayun" he saw when his vision was blurred had dark skin.

"Mrs. Xi, why do you like to use black medicine so much?" the deputy officer asked again.

Yan Xin thought of Jing Yuanzhao kissing her when they first met in the cell because her breath had the fragrance of black medicine.

"Wiyao has many benefits." Yan Xin said, "I don't particularly like it, but I happened to use medicated powder to brush my teeth that day."

The adjutant asked no more questions.

Yan Xin got off the car at the southeast corner door of Yan Mansion and trotted to knock on the door.

The woman guarding the gate, who was my grandmother, was slightly surprised when she saw this.

"Mom Sun, I..."

The mother-in-law pulled her in and hissed at her: "Come in quickly."

Yan Xin lowered his head and quickly entered the corner door.

After passing through a small courtyard, she went to her grandmother's main courtyard.

Grandmother kneels before the Buddha.

Seeing her coming back, my grandmother breathed a sigh of relief, and the worry in her eyes gradually melted away: "You kid!"

"Grandma, I...I encountered something."

"Just come back." Grandma held her hand tightly. "The Jiang family came to look for you. I said you were wronged and stayed at your parents' house to accompany me in chanting Buddha's name."

Yan Xin felt extremely grateful.

She disappeared for the entire western sky.

"The Jiang family didn't come again?"

"No." Grandma said meaningfully, "Zhuzhu'er, what kind of family is this? Why isn't it as nice as your mother said?"

At this moment, Yan Xin wanted to tell her grandmother everything.

Tell her grandmother how her stepmother deceived her and how she teamed up with Mrs. Jiang to design Jiang Siqiao to ruin her reputation and force her to marry a bastard.

But can't.

Grandma will be furious. The old man is in very bad health and has been idle for many years.

You have to fight for your own destiny.

Yan Xin wants to fight on her own.

She wants everyone who harmed her to pay the price.

It's easy to get married to her. She won't leave until the Jiang family sheds a layer of skin.

"The Jiang family is okay." Yan Xin said, "Grandma, I can live well, don't worry."

I will never be as kind as I was in my last life.