Rebirth of a Star General

He Yan held the mandarin duck pot in a daze.

A voice pulled her thoughts back to her face, "It won't work?"

She looked up, and the young man in the dark blue robe had already sat down on the stool in front of her bed, and took the pot back from her hand.

There is a hidden mystery in the mandarin duck pot, and one pot can hold two kinds of wine, which is an essential tool for poisoning people. He pulled a piece of white cloth, poured a little first, then a little more, the concoction came out first, and the medicinal powder came out last. There was also a small spoon embedded in the handle of the pot. Xiao Jue took off the spoon and slowly spread it evenly.

When he lowered his eyes and did these things, his long eyelashes drooped down, his profile was handsome and compelling, and he had a bit of youthful beauty. Xianchang Pavilion thousands of miles away.

When He Yan was in a daze, he had already wiped the ointment on the white cloth and threw it to He Yan with an extremely indifferent tone: "Go on yourself."

"Oh," He Yan had expected it, and whispered, "I didn't expect you to help me."

He heard it, and stared at He Yan with a half-smile but not a smile: "I don't dare to delay your defense."

"It's good that you know." He Yan smiled and said, "But thank you, Governor, for such a precious medicine."

"There is a shortage of medicines in the guards, unless you want to die," he said.

He Yan looked at him solemnly: "That saved my life. I didn't expect the Governor to be such a kind person."

Xiao Jue said, "I don't know what to say." He stood up and left.

Seeing that he really left this time, He Yan leaned against the head of the bed and sighed softly. Xiao Jue's medicine is very effective, cool and cool, and the pain is relieved a lot when applied.

He Yan looked at the pot and his thoughts drifted away.

On that snowy night at the age of fourteen, Xiao Jue was not as indifferent as he is now. At least he not only helped to open the mandarin duck pot when He Yan said "it won't work", but also gave her medicine in person.

It was very strange, the picture at that time was already very blurred, but today Xiao Jue came here, those forgotten details slowly unfolded in front of He Yan's eyes, as if it had just happened, it was clearly unbelievable.

She sat on the stone bench in the yard, and the usually lazy and indifferent teenager gave her medicine with rare patience. His brows and eyes were picturesque, and his profile was right in front of He Yan, and he could almost feel his warm breath, fading from the sharpness of the past, and with a soft warmth, it completely covered her cold throbbing heart.

The mask covered her face, so the other party could not see her expression or feel her throbbing at that time.

It's hard for someone to be unmoved by a person like him, especially when such an indifferent person treats others gently, and a hard-hearted person will also be rambunctious. He Yan was young at the time, and he had no resistance, so he was defeated in an instant.

He left after taking the medicine, and He Yan whispered to him, "Your medicine."

"I'll send it to you." The young man replied casually, "You're so stupid, you'll have a lot of chances of getting hurt in the future, so keep it for yourself."

As a prophecy, she later had countless opportunities to get hurt. The ointment in the mandarin duck pot has long been used up, and the pot was later lost by her in a war, which is a pity to think about.

On the second day, the teenagers went to the school to study, and found that the copybooks on their desks were wet with water, and the flowers couldn't recognize the handwriting, and it was in chaos.

"Who did it? I'll keep him from killing him!" They roared aggressively.

"It's not easy? Look at whose copybooks are clean, look inside, and you can always find the one who has hatred with us." Someone offered a clever idea.

He Yan's heart tightened and he was extremely annoyed. No wonder he said that he was stupid, and he didn't even think of such a thing. Her copybooks are neat and tidy. After a little investigation, isn't it her?

Forget it, do it all, manly man, dare to do it. She was heartbroken, just resigned herself to her fate, and watched helplessly as the teenagers still asked the students in the academy to take out the copybooks for inspection.

It was almost in front of him.

He Yan mustered up his courage, and was about to stand up and shout, "I did it myself." Suddenly, someone came in and put the book on the table.

The movement was so loud that everyone looked over there, and saw the handsome young man in white robe leaning against the wall, with his arms folded over his chest, with a lazy expression, and he said casually, "I did it."

There was an uproar.

"Brother Huai, Huaijin, did you really do it?" Someone asked cautiously.

Xiao Huaijin is not He Rufei. No one in the capital dares to provoke him, let alone the Xiao family who crushed him to death, even his husband must protect him, someone whom the emperor personally praised.

"It's me." He answered confidently.

"But why?" the man asked with a sad face.

"No reason," the young man glanced at him and replied indifferently, "slippery."

"Pfft", He Yan couldn't help laughing, noticed everyone's eyes, and turned around quickly as if nothing had happened.

and after?

Later, the matter was settled, because it was Xiao Huaijin, and the others did not dare to say anything, and could only admit that they were unlucky.

With a "squeak", the door was pushed open, and Shen Muxue walked in. She took away the empty medicine bowl and water basin, instructed He Yan not to press on the wound, and then went out.

From the narrow window of the room, you can see the sky in the four corners, a bright moon hangs in the sky, and the stars are shining brightly.

She murmured in a low voice, "Today is the Qixi Festival..."

She has never had a festival, she used to dress up as a man, and this kind of festival has nothing to do with her. Later, when I married Xu Zhiheng, I was looking forward to it at the beginning. No matter how you pretend to be a man, when you are wearing red makeup, you just want to be like an ordinary girl, go to the riverside to set up flower boats, worship immortals, steam smart fruits, and visit temple fairs. I heard that there are fireflies on the mountain.

She mustered up her courage and asked Xu Zhiheng for the first time, and Xu Zhiheng agreed with a smile, "Okay."

But before the Chinese Valentine's Day, she was blinded. So this matter seemed to be forgotten, Xu Zhiheng didn't take the initiative to mention it again, and He Yan didn't mention it, thinking that Xu was so overwhelmed by his illness that he lost his mind. It wasn't until the next day that He Wanru passed by her door, smiling and letting people put away the lantern that Xu Zhiheng had given her the day before.

She only knew that on the Qixi Festival, Xu Zhiheng was not at the mansion, not because of official business, but to accompany He Wanru to the temple fair.

All kinds of life, Baiyun Chaolu. She didn't know how she was doing as a man, but she knew that being a woman was really bad.

Just thinking about it, Hong Shan came in from outside, saw the mandarin duck pot in her hand at a glance, and joked casually: "Oh, our governor also gave you a Qixi Festival gift! What a good wine, let brother have a taste!"

He Yan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

Thinking about the past life and this life now, in fact, this Qixi Festival is not too bad. She rode together with countless Dawei women's dream people, touched his waist, rode his horse, walked across the mountain road, looked at the stars, and finally got a pot of elixir in vain.

It's not worth living.

In fact, this is a sweet story of a scumbag who was reborn and turned into a scholar who met a crush on a male god in the campus era and restarted the strategy (it's not)