Rebirth of a Star General

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Before going to Xianchang Hall for enrollment, He Yan always felt that he was very good.

After entering the Xianchang Pavilion, He Yan took another step on his path every day.

The students enrolled in the Xianchang Hall are all the children of the Xungui family. Not only do they have money and rights, but they also have a rich family background. Such a family, an upstart, or someone who lives by relying on Jue Jue cannot be compared. If he hadn't had a personal relationship with his teacher, he could not leave the back doorkeeper He Yan to stop him.

On the one hand, He Yan is very happy that she can enter the Xianchang Pavilion. On the one hand, she is full of pain for her every day in the Xianchang Pavilion.

There is no reason for him, it is because compared with the children here, her results are really a bit terrible.

The He family educated her outside to use men's etiquette and behavior, but she didn't learn much about the things inside. When I first arrived at the Xianchang Pavilion, I didn't know what to do, and I often made jokes. The husband was helpless.

If the liberal arts is better, she reads it a few times, memorizes it several times, listens carefully while giving lectures, and can barely mix into a middle school. But in Wuke, it was a complete defeat.

When He Yan was a child, she sneaked away to help the monk in Houshan to pick up water and practice her strength. She believed that she was also decent now. As a result, she was doing martial arts verification in the Xianchang Hall for the first time. view.

"The bow, the knife, the stone" did not all qualify. The gallop fell from the horse immediately, and the arrows were missed. Even the gentleman shook his head and sighed. The teenagers around pointed at her and laughed, and said: "He Rufei, Aren’t you a woman? You don’t know anything? Do you usually learn embroidery at home?"

He Yan panicked and stood up from the ground, patted the dust on his body, and thought to himself, no, if he continues to be identified, he will be taken back by Madam He before he is identified, and he will have to hold back at home . It is still hard work, so that I can stay in Xianchang Hall safely.

So He Yan began the road of "study hard and practice hard".

There is no stealing from the wall, neither Yingying Xue from the sacred wall, there are some smelling chickens, and some hanging beams. He Yan often practiced while cursing in his heart, practicing words, riding horses, archery and swords.

She struggled so hard that she could only struggle at the edge of the tail, so those arrogants of the sky who could easily get the top without having to work hard were particularly dazzling.

Xiao Jue is one of them, or the most annoying one.

This young boy's life is like throwing fruit into the pan Lang, like thinking about it, his family is so superior, and he is loved by thousands of people. This is all right. He stepped on the point every day to go to school, and he was often late, sometimes early When he left, he didn't see him paying much attention on weekdays. Every time the liberal arts and military sciences were the first, he couldn't move.

He Yan is very confused. God has given him beauty and honorable status. Why should he give him more wisdom? Can't you give yourself a little?

God didn't answer He Yan, she could only make up for it with tears.

Gradually, He Yan's "knife, horse, bow" began to bear fruit. Although it was not as good as the teenagers who had contacted with his father and brother at home since childhood, he did not count down to the bottom. Sometimes he fought for it. Can win the penultimate.

He Yan consciously satisfied and worked hard, and he still gained something.

When the Xianchang Pavilion came to the back, Wu Keli would score a point in the weapon. He Yan chose the sword among the swords, not for anything else, but felt that the sword was lighter than the sword, and it was not as difficult to swing.

However, her swordsmanship was a mess.

The He family did not ask Mr. Wu to teach in the house alone for her. He Yan did not have any foundation at all, and even Ma Bu was crooked. Mr. Jianshu of the Xianchang Pavilion did not give her much hope, just look at it like a vice, can you defend the enemy, and let's talk about it. Which son does not take a few servants to go out, it is really dangerous, just the servants.

He Yan felt that this would not work.

Since she chose, she should practice the sword well. Students have only two days to go home in January, and they live in the Xianchang Hall for the rest of the time. She sneaked out in the dark at night and ran to the courtyard of the school to practice the sword.

The school building is elegant and elegant. When the moonlight is good, the wind blows the bamboo forest rustling, a piece of emerald color is winding, there are bamboo and cypress in the moon, and the red carp swaying in the pond is like a heaven in the world. Masters are practicing sword here, just waiting for the world to move, and chaos will come out.

He Yanlian was very happy if she ignored her crappy swordsmanship.

Accidentally cut off a corner of the clothes, accidentally hit the head by the scabbard, accidentally tripped, accidentally...

She heard a chuckle.

At night, the inexplicable laughter, He Yan climbed up nervously, is it hell?

When she saw the stone bench in the small courtyard, she didn't know when she was sitting alone, her white robe and golden boots, her eyebrows were bright and beautiful. It was the arrogant son of God, Xiao Jue.

Xiao Jue looked down at her, she put her hands behind her back, wiped the stains **** the clothes, and calmly said, "What are you doing here?"

"Look at your sword practice," the boy replied lazily.

"Yes, what's so beautiful?" She replied with courage. She has always disliked talking with the teenagers in the Xianchang Hall. They don't like her and always bully her.

Xiao Jue looked at her for a while, and suddenly stood up, she was caught off guard, and the teenager had arrived. She is a girl, she is not as tall as a boy, so she can only reach the chest of a teenager. She raised her head and could see the other person's clear jaw line, and those beautiful, gentle and cool eyes like autumn water.

"I'm just accidental..." The teenager gently tickled his lips. He was born with beautiful beauty and smiled. He compared the cool night of the courtyard with the moonlight, but the words he uttered were mocking. "Someone works so hard, but still a weak chicken."

He Yan: "..."

She gave Xiao Jue a hand and picked up the sword and ran away. Her heart was indignant. God was fair. She gave the young man beautiful talent and family background, but he did not give him a kind heart.

This person is disgusting!

After this, He Yan still sneaked into the yard every night to practice the sword. She thought it was simple, diligent, and hard work was better than no effort.

But what made her angry was that, since that day, Xiao Jue actually came out every night. When she practiced sword, he sat on a stone bench reading a book and drinking tea by candlelight. She fell swollen with a bruised face and several pieces of clothes. His bright moon and breeze, graceful posture, looked at her ugly.

She still strives to maintain the penultimate to penultimate sprint, he effortlessly, top-notch.

Hard work is still hard, easy is still easy, spring to autumn, cold to summer, the teenager has grown into a young man, the girl has changed her face. Baiyun Canggou, the sea and the mulberry fields, the same, only the night in the Xianchang Hall, and the three meniscus of the bamboo yard in the backyard.

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Uncle's impression of Yan Yan in the past and present life: hard work for a man (female).