Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

In early September, there was a heavy rain and the temperature in Beicheng dropped sharply.

The cold wind was biting and biting.

"Fortunately, I took out my thick clothes to dry in the sun early." The maid said with a faint smile.

The maids Wei Ming and Ge Sao were very helpful. They washed all the clothes and bedding for the winter and prepared everything for the baby.

Yan Xin didn't have to worry at all, she smiled and praised Wei Ming: "Be prepared for a rainy day, you have learned it through experience."

Zhang Nanshu and his wife came over to warm themselves by the stove with Jing Yuanzhao and Yan Xin.

"...Don't you need to go out?" Jing Yuanzhao asked Sun Mu.

Sun Mu accomplished something big, and he was in a good mood these days.

"Nan Shu is about to give birth, and I will be with her at home. My eldest brother will send someone to watch over the station matters," Sun Mu said.

After all this, everyone in the Zhang family now trusts Zhang Linguang, including Sun Mu.

The desire to advance is suppressed first, which makes everyone disappointed with Zhang Linguang, but at the same time hope that he can support him. So when he really does something, everyone will be excited and will not look for trouble.

If he had behaved calmly and wisely from the beginning, Zhang Zhi, Zhang Nanshu or the generals would have found fault with him.

He is young and has no earth-shattering achievements, so he cannot convince the public.

This is the human heart.

But he first pretended to be a straw bag, and then returned to normal, and everything transitioned smoothly.

——Yan Xin didn’t know if this was one of Zhang Shuai’s plans.

Maybe it was planned in advance, maybe it happened by chance. After the death of the commander-in-chief, the Zhang family finally became united.

The territory and people's hearts are all stabilized.

If Zhang Yuan had not been poisoned by his eldest daughter-in-law, what would the world be like if he lived another twenty years?

Yan Xin saw Zhang Shuai when he was critically ill and could not appreciate his charm. She could only infer his wisdom from the outcome of his layout.

Extremely stunning!

"The day Nan Shu gives birth should be at the end of the month." Yan Xin said.

Zhang Nanshu: "Hurry up and give birth, I'm exhausted."

Jing Yuanzhao answered from the side: "Why are you tired? Your face is so fat."

Zhang Nanshu immediately held her face in her hands.

Yan Xin and Sun Mu couldn't help laughing.

Zhang Nanshu was unhappy about this incident and had another quarrel with Jing Yuanzhao.

"...Is there any news from Qibele recently?" Sun Mu asked.

Yan Xin: "He is still recovering from his injuries in Tianjin."

"Where is the base of the Double Eagle Gate?"

"I asked Asong to pay attention, but no news came back from him. I don't know the situation." Yan Xin said.

As she spoke, she frowned slightly.

Jing Yuanzhao immediately hugged her and said to her, "Don't worry."

Anything that is rushed for success may end up in a mess.

Just keep calm.

Just like Zhang Linguang, he endured the situation, planted hidden dangers, forged evidence, gained the trust of Qibele and Matsuyama Sheng, and when he was ready to deliver a fatal blow, he turned the tables.

He almost killed Qibele.

"I understand." Yan Xin smiled and gently held his hand.

After a few cold days in September, the weather cleared up, the sun shone brightly, and it became warm again.

The real cold of winter has not yet arrived.

Whenever Yan Xin was anxious, she and Jing Yuanzhao would go for a walk in the courtyard.

The west courtyard of the handsome manor was locked. Zhang Zhi went south, but Zhang Linguang did not touch his yard; Zhang Linguang was not at home either, and he was almost always stationed in the army; Zhang Linguang's little daughter was taken care of by her wet nurse, and Zhang Nanshu and her wet nurse visited her every day.

Another half month passed in the blink of an eye, and the day of Zhang Nanshu's delivery was getting closer and closer.

The wet nurse has prepared everything: the nurse, the child's wet nurse, etc.

Yan Xin also checked Zhang Nanshu's pulse every day.

Zhang Nanshu said to her: "You are about to give birth, so don't work so hard."

"I'm still early, at least a month later than you." Yan Xin said.

Zhang Nanshu: "But your belly is bigger than mine."

Yan Xin's figure is narrow and her waist is too thin, which makes her belly look particularly big. She took a soft ruler and measured their belly circumferences, and they were almost the same.

"You've gained weight, Nan Shu." Yan Xin said.

Zhang Nanshu was very angry.

She said to Yan Xin: "You have learned badly from Tie Liaoda, and you also dislike me!"

"I do not……"

"I hope you will give birth to a fat girl, and spend the rest of your life worrying about whether she will gain weight or not." Zhang Nanshu said.

Yan Xin: "..."

She was about to die from Zhang Nanshu's laughter.

On the evening of September 22nd, Yan Xin and his wife had dinner and took a walk in the courtyard as usual.

It has been warm these days and the night wind is not cold.

Zhang Nanshu was walking when she suddenly said: "Oh..."

"what happened?"

"My stomach hurts a little," she said.

This sentence frightened all three of them, because her delivery date was within these days.

Sun Mu immediately picked her up and said, "Go back first."

Zhang Nanshu suddenly felt a little pain. It hurt for a while, but then it was fine after it eased down.

"You are making too much fuss," she said.

Yan Xin: "You are too careless, you may have seen red."

"It's not like..."

Sun Mu carried a pregnant woman weighing almost 130 pounds and walked back to the yard as fast as flying; Yan Xin couldn't walk fast, so she came over slowly.

Zhang Nanshu was sent to the delivery room, which was the east wing of her yard, which was specially tidied up.

Sun Mu was blocked by the wet nurse at the door.

"I'll accompany her," Sun Mu said.

Nurse: "There is no such rule. My uncle is waiting at the door."

"I want to be with her. When my mother was still alive, she said that she was so scared when she gave birth to her child that she would go to hell," Sun Mu said.

Wet nurse: "Women have to go to hell to give birth. The delivery room is filthy, you can't look at it."

"I don't mind this!"

Zhang Nanshu shouted from inside: "Let him come in. You, old man, can't win by grinding your teeth against him. Is there anything he wants to do that he can't do? Just stop talking."

Wet nurse: "..."

Yan Xin laughed.

Zhang Nanshu was full of energy.

Yan Xin said that there shouldn't be too many people in the delivery room, so she didn't go in. She only asked the wet nurse who was coming in and out to get things: "How is it?"

"Seeing red."

"Did your water break?" Yan Xin asked again.

Nurse: "Not yet."

"It's still early. Don't be anxious. Let Nan Shu eat and drink well, and you and my uncle will take turns to rest." Yan Xin said.

The wet nurse saw that she spoke very well and wanted to ask her how she understood. Then she remembered that she was a miracle doctor.

"Okay." The wet nurse agreed and said to Yan Xin, "You are also twins. Don't get too tired. Go back and rest. I will be the first to tell you the good news."

Yan Xin's yard is the closest.

"Call me if you need anything, any time." Yan Xin warned again.

Wet nurse should be again.

Yan Xin and Jing Yuanzhao returned to the room. She counted the days and felt that Zhang Nanshu was five days earlier than her due date.

"Her baby may be a son." Yan Xin said.

Jing Yuanzhao hugged her: "What about you? Do you want a son or a daughter?"

Yan Xin said it was the same.

In fact, she thought to herself, it would be great if she had a daughter.

In her previous life, it was unknown whether the child she gave birth to was a boy or a girl, which was a thorn in her heart; and Jiang Zhixiao was a son, and he was very incompetent.

For the first child, Yan Xin hopes to avoid the fate of her previous life, and it is best not to be a son.

Another point is that my wife has been looking forward to having a daughter her whole life. A generation apart, I am just as happy to have a granddaughter.

If, as Zhang Nanshu said, Yan Xin gave birth to a fat girl, everyone would be happy.