Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

On the twenty-seventh of the twelfth lunar month, Yan Xin and Jing Yuanzhao went shopping on the street.

The two of them bought some New Year goods: couplets, door gods, firecrackers, old and new almanacs, daffodils, and wintersweet potted plants.

Several adjutants delivered the New Year's goods they bought to the car one by one.

Yan Xin was wearing a lavender long coat, and Jing Yuanzhao was wearing a green gown. They were the most ordinary couple.

At the velvet flower stall, Jing Yuanzhao bought her one and put it on her bun.

"It's quite festive." He smiled.

Yan Xin: "Buy another one and give it to Nan Shu."

"Row."

So I bought another one.

Zhang Nanshu was having a very difficult time.

Xu Tongyue died of illness in the hospital. No one knows exactly what disease caused such rapid onset. When Beicheng heard about it, everyone was in an uproar.

Even if her face is torn apart, she is still a beautiful and talented woman. The deceased was so great that the newspapers could not but miss her with a few words.

When Zhang Nanshu heard the news, she felt neither pleasure nor regret.

She only felt that things were impermanent.

The trees at the door sprout in spring, provide shade in midsummer, and wither in autumn, all in the same pattern in the western season. But there are no such traceable rules in life.

Sun Songran repeatedly sent people to assassinate Xu Lang, but failed. Xu Lang became frightened and huddled in his apartment, afraid to go out.

The external opponents were eliminated, leaving only Sun Songran in charge of this childish democratic government.

Inside, Yin Qingyun, the eldest mistress of the Zhang family, died.

She "committed suicide" in prison.

The news of her affair with Qibele spread like wildfire, everyone watched, and Zhang Linguang felt gloomy for a while.

The worst thing is Qibele.

Many families who originally supported him were shocked to see Zhang Linguang's end.

"How can a person in a superior position behave badly? Especially when it comes to women, it's really despicable."

Zhang Linguang, a cuckold, avenged his father and pushed the royalist party's reputation to the bottom; he also used a bottle of explosives from the white jade Guanyin statue to block the road between Qibele and the military headquarters.

This was probably the second time in Qibele's life that he was in a state of embarrassment.

The first time was forced by Yan Xin, and the second time was forced by Zhang Linguang.

——They are all people he looks down upon.

Yan Xin went to find Zhang Nanshu and gave her velvet flowers. She leaned on the pillow and warmed herself on the big Kang by the window.

"...You still have a bad appetite?" Yan Xin asked.

Zhang Nanshu: "I feel sleepy, I don't want to eat, and I don't have much energy."

"After the new year, when the pregnancy is stable, it will be fine." Yan Xin comforted her.

Zhang Nanshu hummed.

"Are you in a bad mood?" Yan Xin asked her again.

Zhang Nanshu: "I have pity on my eldest brother. It's almost the Chinese New Year, and his place is in a mess. I also have a niece."

"It will get better." Yan Xin said.

Zhang Nanshu shook her head: "I don't know. I would rather he be a fool and live a simple life, instead of bearing the humiliation and burden like this."

Yan Xin gently held her hand.

Zhang Nanshu leaned on her, and the two of them were quiet for a moment.

After a long while, she said to Zhang Nanshu, "Tiger father has no dog son, and you brothers and sisters are very proud of each other. The commander is a good father."

Zhang Nanshu laughed: "My dad is very powerful."

He added, "It would be great if he lived to be a hundred years old, by which time we, brothers and sisters, would be full of children and grandchildren."

He smiled, his eyes getting wet again.

Her moods fluctuated greatly. In the early stages of pregnancy, emotions are particularly unstable.

Yan Xin comforted her for a long time, and then Sun Mu came back and bought the dried apricots she wanted to eat most.

"I'm going back first." Yan Xin said.

Zhang Nanshu had no appetite, so she slowly nibbled on the dried apricots while talking to Sun Mu.

They deliberately did not talk about the recent events, but mentioned their children.

"The first child should be named after the commander-in-chief." Sun Mu said.

Zhang Nanshu: "You are not a bride-in-law."

"I volunteered."

"Then don't regret it." Zhang Nanshu said, "It's settled, the first child's surname will be Zhang."

The two chatted.

Zhang Nanshu was tired and wanted to lie down, but Sun Mu asked her to rest on his leg for a while.

"Sun Hanmo, you knew me from the beginning, but why did you stop being close to me when you grew up?" Zhang Nanshu asked him in a casual tone.

Sun Mu smiled: "I feel a little inferior."

"self-abasement?"

"I'm afraid I'm not qualified," he said.

Zhang Nanshu: "I'm not that frivolous person."

Sun Mu lowered his head and kissed her.

In fact, when he turned from a little boy into a big boy and looked a bit like an adult, Zhang Nanshu didn't recognize him anymore.

Her world is bustling and noisy. It's not a deliberate forgetfulness, but a forgetfulness of him due to alienation.

Therefore, when she went to Sun's house to attend the old lady's birthday party, she went to the back garden by mistake and saw him reading, but she did not recognize him.

She was wearing a light yellow dress, with chubby cheeks, and she walked down like a beauty in a illustrated magazine.

"Are you preparing to take the exam?" She was a little bored and chatted with him.

Sun Mu: "Yes, I want to go to university. In the future..."

Publicly funded international students who will take the imperial examination in the future will go abroad to learn their true skills, and then come back and get to know her.

But she said: "College is so boring, why don't you take the Military Academy? Are you like my second brother, who couldn't pass?"

"Army Academy?"

"Those who can pass the Military Academy are the ones with real skills. You will be useless if you study these dead books." Zhang Nanshu said.

She is young and speaks easily and casually.

The commander-in-chief graduated from the Military Academy, which meant that in Zhang Nanshu's mind, all good men should go to the Military Academy.

Sun Mu had never made preparations for this.

He practiced hard for two years before passing the exam. He suffered a lot during this process, which was very meaningful in retrospect.

He knew that Zhang Nanshu admired the commander the most, so he began to imitate the commander.

Many people say that he is old-fashioned and serious, which is not his nature.

"...Nan Shu, do you think I have any potential?" he asked suddenly.

Zhang Nanshu: "You are quite promising. My father is full of praise for you. If the court is not done, you can become a third-grade military general and have a bright future."

He added, "You are worthy of me."

Sun Mu's fingers gently caressed her cheek: "I deserve it."

Zhang Nanshu opened her eyes, looked at his face from bottom to top, and suddenly said: "Sun Hanmo, you must like me."

Sun Mu's smile crept up to his eyebrows: "Who doesn't like Miss?"

"You like it very much," she said.

Sun Mu: "Yes."

"I agree." Zhang Nanshu said, "Sun Hanmo, I allow you to like me especially, and I allow you to enjoy happiness with me."

Sun Mu kissed her forehead: "Okay."

Zhang Nanshu dozed off and told him: "So far, you are the best. You have to keep up and don't let others surpass you."

"must."

"Then in my heart, you rank first." Zhang Nanshu said, "I don't dislike you."

"Get some sleep." He kissed her gently.

Sun Mu didn't tell Zhang Nanshu specifically how much he liked her.

Some words sound false when spoken, but turn the truth into a pretense.

Sun Mu didn't like this.

He is a person who is not very willing to express himself.

His feelings are hidden in his heart, fermenting secretly in a dark place where no light can be seen. They are rich and profound, and they often make Sun Mu drunk.