Rebirth of a Star General

The spring rain seems to have no end, and it keeps falling.

The house was very warm, the fire was burning vigorously, and the lid of the medicine pot being boiled was pushed up by the water vapor, and the sound of "gudugudu" could be clearly heard.

The girl sat in front of the mirror, and the bronze mirror showed a small pale face, with long frowns that were less emerald green, thin green and reddened, lips like small water chestnuts, pursed, delicate and alienated. A pair of almond eyes are black and moist, like a mountain stream that is about to gather water mist in the next moment, the clouds and smoke dissipate lightly, revealing magnificent gems. Snow skin and flower appearance, Juanjuan 28, is a beautiful girl, but she is only beautiful.

Of course, she knew her own beauty very well, so in front of the small dresser, there were already rouge gouache and spice head cream. With the smell of fat powder lingering around, He Yan shrugged his nose and couldn't help sneezing.

The bronze mirror was immediately covered with hoarfrost by the exhaled heat, and even the face became unclear. He Yan was in a trance for a moment, as if he had returned to the moment when he took off his men's clothes for the first time. Sitting in front of the mirror, looking at the woman in the mirror, it was like a lifetime away.

She was drowned in the pond of Xu's family by the people and horses brought by the He family, but when she woke up, she became He Yan. Not the sister of the current Feihong general He Rufei, Xu Zhiheng's wife He Yan. It was the owner of this dilapidated hut, He Yan, the eldest daughter of He Sui, the commander of the 9th Grade Wu Sanguan City Gate School Commander.

They are all He Yan, and their status and status are different.

"Yan Yan, why didn't you say a word when you woke up?" With the sound from outside, the door curtain was lifted, and the figure came in with a cold wind.

It was a middle-aged man with a beard, a Chinese character face, dark skin, and a tall stature, like a clumsy and strong bear, with a smile that was cautiously ingratiating. Seeing that there was no one in the room, he shouted loudly, "Qingmei, where is Qingmei?"

"Qingmei went to pick up the herbs." He Yan said softly.

The man scratched his head and said, "Oh, let Daddy pour it for you."

The white porcelain medicine bowl was not as big as the palm of the man's palm, and he knew that, so he poured it out with great care, and the room was filled with the bitter aroma of herbs. He Yan looked at the plum blossoms on the edge of the medicine bowl, and his eyes moved to the man's face. This was He Yan's father, He Sui, the captain of the city gate.

The word father is unfamiliar to He Yan.

Her biological father should be He Yuanliang, the second master of the He family, but because of his identity as He Rufei, he could only be called Uncle He Yuanliang. And her adoptive father, He Yuansheng, was actually her uncle.

The relationship between her adoptive father and her was not very close, and when she first proposed to learn martial arts, it dropped to freezing point. Only after she earned merit and received the emperor's commendation did she become enthusiastic. In the past few years, although the big room didn't stop her from eating and drinking, she didn't really know what she was thinking. When He Yan was young, he thought it was because he was not her biological father, but her biological father, He Yuanliang, treated her lightly. It was probably the water that was poured out by the daughter who was sent out, and since she was not kept by her side, the affection was weakened.

Therefore, in He Yan's mind, the appearance of her father is not as clear as that of her brother.

He Sui in front of him had already poured the medicine into the bowl, carefully scooped up a little residue floating on the water, and then blew it gently before sending it to He Yan before feeding her.

He Yan took the medicine bowl and said, "I'll do it myself."

The man withdrew his hand and said embarrassingly, "Okay."

The soup was hot, and He Yan looked at the medicine bowl in front of her hesitantly. She thought of what He Shi said before her death.

"That bowl of herbs that poisoned you, was sent by the elders of your clan in person!"

The elder in the clan, is He Yuansheng? Or He Yuanliang? Or someone else? Xu Zhiheng was in the know, but what about the others?

She thought of the cup of hot tea that Xiaodie handed over to her on the day she was drowned. Who knows if the things sent by others are ulterior motives?

Seeing that she didn't drink it for a long time, He Sui thought she thought the medicine was bitter, so she smiled and coaxed: "Yan Yan is not afraid, it is not bitter, just drink the medicine."

He Yan no longer hesitated, and without waiting for He Sui to continue speaking, he put his lips to the side of the bowl, raised his head and poured a bowl of medicine into it.

"Wait..." Before He Sui could speak, He Yan had already put the empty bowl on the table, and then he spit out the remaining words in his mouth: "Hot..."

"It's not hot." He Yan replied.

He Sui didn't know what to say for a while, he murmured a few times, and whispered: "Then you can rest in the house, don't run around, Daddy will go to the martial arts field first." Take the empty bowl together. .

He Yan was left alone in the room. She breathed a sigh of relief. She was not used to such intimate communication with people, especially as a woman, a girl who grew up being coddled and held in the palm of her hand.

The maid Qingmei hasn't returned yet, and He Sui's monthly difference in silver is not much. Today's Chengmen Colonel is just a military officer with no real power, and the money is pitiful. The people in this house are supported by He Sui's money alone. Even the maid can only afford one, and the rest of the money has probably become Miss He's rouge gouache on the table.

He Yan stood up and walked to the door.

This soft body, like creamy white jade, fragrant and tender, is completely unfamiliar to her. Without strength, she cannot protect herself. If there is anything special, it is a pair of clean and bright eyes, which can make her see her again for a long time. The invisible world is bright.

With a "dong" sound, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground came from behind, He Yan turned his head, and the young man standing in front of her was unloading the firewood tied to his shoulders.

The teenager was not very old, and he was about the same age as He Yan now. He was wearing a blue-clothed waistcoat, pants of the same color, and white cloth strips tied around his legs to facilitate his work. His complexion was slightly darker, his eyebrows and eyes were five-points similar to He Yan's, handsome and distinct, but his chin was slightly narrower, and he looked resolute, stubborn and arrogant.

This is Miss He's younger brother, He Sui's youngest son He Yunsheng.

He Yan had been lying on the bed for the past few days, and He Yunsheng had come here several times, all of them came to deliver water and serve the stove, and he never said a word to He Yan. The relationship between their siblings doesn't seem to be very good, but... He Yan looked at the shoddy and ill-fitting cloth on He Yunsheng's body, and then looked at the small jacket skirt with green satin foundation on his body.

In that He family, the women were all paving the way for the men, and the men were the sky and the earth, as if they were the center of the world. However, in this family, it was different. It seemed that this youngest son was picked up by him. The He family's food and clothes were all close to Miss He alone. Why?

He Yan stood in front of He Yunsheng, without moving a step, He Yunsheng piled firewood under the eaves and started chopping firewood.

This family is really poor, the only servant is the servant, and the biological son does the work of the servant.

In front of He Yan was the pyre, He Yunsheng chopped it twice, frowning slightly, "Excuse me, you are blocking me."

Not even a "sister".

He Yan remained motionless, neither moving away nor taunting him as usual. He Yunsheng couldn't help but raised his head and looked at He Yan earnestly.

He Yan said, "You can't chop wood like this."