Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

Xue'er can't walk very well yet.

Yan Xin hoped that she would crawl more and walk slowly. When Xueer was crawling around the yard, Yan Xin's two dogs were watching.

Xueer's wet nurse was a little worried: "This dog is too big, will it hurt the eldest lady?"

Bai Shuang immediately said: "No, the mighty general is very spiritual. He never hurts anyone."

Wet nurse: "..."

When Sheng Yuanshan came in, several people were playing with the children. Yan Xin and Jing Yuanzhao stood side by side under the eaves.

The sunshine in mid-August was warm, and there was a faint golden light under the eaves, as if a thin shirt was draped on their shoulders.

Sheng Yuanshan saw tranquility on their faces.

They were a perfect match and very comfortable. It was like the most beautiful picture scroll, more beautiful than he imagined, and he was a little crazy looking at it.

Or, deep down in his heart, what he looks forward to most is for Yan Xin to live such a life.

"Uncle is here." Jing Yuanzhao greeted.

Yan Xin also smiled slightly and walked down the steps with Jing Yuanzhao: "Uncle."

"I forgot to give it as a birthday gift this year. Please make up for it." He casually handed a beautiful small box to Yan Xin.

Yan Xin answered: "Thank you uncle."

"Don't look at it, it's another pearl." Jing Yuanzhao said from the side, "Uncle is too old-fashioned and not fancy at all."

"Your wife, why do you want me to spend time doing fancy things?" Sheng Yuanshan asked.

Jing Yuanzhao: "..."

"Pearls are very good, beautiful and noble." Yan Xin said, "I like the gift from my uncle very much."

Jing Yuanzhao: "What about the gift I gave you?"

"What did you give me this year?" Yan Xinxiao asked.

This year's birthday coincided with her return to Yicheng. Sheng Yuanshan's gift was a temporary one, but Jing Yuanzhao didn't give it to her.

Yan Xin always had a hunch that he would secretly prepare a big gift for her as compensation.

As for what it was, she didn't ask.

If it doesn't, it doesn't matter. He shares life with her, and having him live well by her side is Yan Xin's greatest gift.

After listening to Yan Xin's words, Jing Yuanzhao took out his pocket and took out a bunch of keys and gave them to her: "Here."

"Where's the key?" Yan Xin asked.

Then he looked at his pants pockets.

It's been a long time since I've seen him take something out of his pocket and give it to her.

I think back then, he always brought the mighty general in his pocket.

Yan Xin couldn't help but want to smile, her smile was full of joy.

Jing Yuanzhao joked: "The key is naturally for the housekeeper. Are you so happy, do you like the housekeeper?"

Yan Xin was not annoyed: "Where is the key? It doesn't belong to the Governor's Mansion."

The key to the Governor's Mansion belonged to the Governor, and it was not Jing Yuanzhao's turn to take it and give it to Yan Xin.

Yan Xin guessed it was his private money.

Jing Yuanzhao gently held her shoulders: "This is a secret. My uncle is here, so it's not convenient to tell you. I'll tell you later."

Sheng Yuanshan's expression was gentle: "Do you have any secrets in front of your uncle? What is something I don't know about you?"

Jing Yuanzhao: "We can't undermine him."

"Okay, I'll sell you a favor." Sheng Yuanshan said.

He went to hold the baby.

Xueer is still very fat and chubby. However, except Yan Xin, almost everyone praised her for being cute.

Yan Xin is really worried, fearing that she will not grow taller in the future - a child who is too fat will indeed delay his height growth.

"She is so cute. Zhuzhu'er, you must have been so cute when you were a child," Sheng Yuanshan said.

Yan Xin: "..."

She definitely wasn't this fat when she was a kid.

"She is still the president. Did Nan Shu's son not have enough to eat?" Sheng Yuanshan asked again.

Yan Xin: "..."

Several people were chatting and laughing, and it was very lively.

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, my wife finished handling her affairs and came here to see her granddaughter.

She wants to hold the baby.

Jing Yuanzhao: "Mom, be careful of your waist. This girl weighs more than thirty pounds."

Yan Xin wished she could cover her ears. Many five-year-old children only weigh about thirty pounds, and Xueer is not even one year old yet.

She couldn't hear it and just pretended it didn't exist.

Madam: "Your mother-in-law is not old enough to hold her granddaughter in her arms."

Having said that, after holding her for a while, it was obvious that Madam was struggling, so Jing Yuanzhao took the hug.

Not only did he not work hard, he also wanted to throw Xueer up and play.

Xueer giggled happily when she was in his arms. She could talk, but she didn't like talking very much. Only when Jing Yuanzhao teased her did she call "Dad" again and again.

Jing Yuanzhao liked her more and more.

"My daughter is so smart. Look at the boy from the Zhang family, he can't even smile, he looks like a fool." Jing Yuanzhao said.

Yan Xin: "Why do you have to put others down?"

"Only through comparison can we know how good Xue'er is." Jing Yuanzhao said.

Yan Xin couldn't help but said to his wife, "You must be spoiled rotten."

"You worry about your life. Nan Shu was more favored than Xue'er when she was a child, and she is still good. Xue'er is a girl, how bad can she be?" the lady said.

Yan Xin: "..."

When faced with the incompetent girls in Xifu, Madam would also say that she "didn't teach her well." When we get to Xue'er, the comparison is with Nan Shu.

The father loves his daughter more than the grandmother. Yan Xin complains that she has chosen the wrong partner.

She burst into laughter.

It was also from this moment that Yan's heart suddenly became enlightened.

She never worried about Xueer being favored.

Children need a lot of love, and just like Zhang Nanshu, she has more confidence than anyone else.

Love and teaching are not inconsistent with each other. Zhang Nanshu's parents can do it, and so can Yan Xin and Jing Yuanzhao. How much she envied Zhang Nanshu.

It would be Yan Xin's greatest blessing to have a daughter with a personality like Zhang Nanshu's.

When the military governor came over in the evening, he heard laughter filling the courtyard from a distance.

And the tender voice of a child.

He felt warm in his heart.

Yan Xin saw him first and called out, "Abba."

Jing Yuanzhao and his wife turned back together.

"Have you all had dinner?" the warlord asked them.

Madam: “Not yet.”

"Let's eat together. Call Jia Tong and Nan Shu." said the warlord.

Madam: "Okay."

The atmosphere at the dinner table was very good, and Zhang Nanshu also brought her son over.

In comparison, Zhang Yan was so small that the military governor even said, "Nan Shu, you have to let the wet nurse give you snacks."

Zhang Nanshu: "..."

It's just that she, as a mother, doesn't care enough about her children.

The atmosphere of the chat was slightly cold.

Jing Yuanzhao took the opportunity to mention something.

"Abba, neither Xue'er nor Zhu Zhu'er are listed in the family tree. Why don't we go to the old house to hold a banquet and formally add them to the family tree," Jing Yuanzhao said.

Madam: "This is a big deal. Not only do we have to entertain relatives and friends, but we also have to set up a running water banquet."

The military governor said: "We can't do it until Xue'er is one year old?"

"One year old is one year old, and the family tree is the family tree." The wife said.

Yan Xin said hurriedly: "Mom, Xue'er is too young, and she can't bear the wealth. I'd rather love her less. If you want to be included in the genealogy, I'll eat from my own family."

"We still have to invite relatives and friends," the lady said.

Warlord: "Then invite all your relatives and friends."

The lady thought for a moment: "Call the people from Shangxi Mansion. And the He family."

The warlord looked at her in surprise.

"This is a great event, I want to be lively," the lady said.

The warlord said hello.

Zhang Nanshu was familiar with the Jing family's situation, so she felt something was wrong.

She went to see Yan Xin and Jing Yuanzhao, and then Sheng Yuanshan.

Their expressions were calm.

It was so calm that there was no ripple in sight.

"What are you planning to do?" Zhang Nanshu muttered in her heart.

There seems to be some conspiracy brewing.