Rebirth of a Star General

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He Yan held the mandarin duck pot in a daze.

A voice pulled her thoughts back, "Will it not 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 from her hand.

There is a hidden mystery in the mandarin duck pot, which can hold two kinds of wine in a pot, which is an essential tool for poisoning people. He pulled a piece of white cloth and poured a little, and then a little, the medicine juice flowed out first, and the medicine powder flowed out later. A small spoon was embedded next to the pot handle. Xiao Jue removed the spoon and wiped it slowly.

When he lowered his eyes to do these things, his long eyelashes drooped down, his profile profile was handsome and attractive, and he brought a bit of youthful beauty. He was stunned to teach people to see, but he did not know whether he was here in Liangzhou Xianchang Hall thousands of miles away.

When He Yan was in a daze, he had 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 already expected, and whispered in a low voice: "I didn't expect you to help me."

He heard that, staring at He Yan with a smile, "Dare not delay you to stay like a jade."

"You just know." He Yan smiled and squinted: "But thank you, Du Du, such a precious medicine."

"There is a shortage of drugs in the health center unless you want to die," he said.

He Yan looked at him solemnly: "That would have saved my life. I didn't expect Dudu to be such a pity for Xiangxiangyu."

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

He Yan saw that he was really gone this time, and leaned on the head of the bed, sighing softly. Xiao Jue's medicine works very well. It is refreshing and cool, and it relieves a lot of pain when applied.

He Yan looked at the pot and thought away.

At the fourteen-year-old snowy night, 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 personally gave her medicine.

Strangely, the picture at that time was already very blurred, but today Xiao Jue came out, and those forgotten details are slowly spreading in front of He Yan, as if it had just happened, clear and incredible.

She sat on a stone bench in the yard, and the lazy and indifferent teenager always gave her medicine with rare patience. His eyebrows were picturesque, and his face was in front of He Yan. He could almost feel his warm breath, faded the sharpness of the past, with a soft warmth, and completely covered her cold heart.

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

It's hard for someone to be indifferent to someone like him, especially when such an indifferent person treats people gently, the iron-hearted person will also bump into the deer. He Yan was young at that time and had no resistance at all.

After taking the medicine, he left, and He Yan whispered to him: "Your medicine."

"Send it to you," the teenager replied carelessly. "You are so stupid, you have a lot of chances of getting hurt in the future. Keep it for yourself."

In a word, she later had countless chances of being injured. The ointment in the mandarin duck pot was exhausted long ago, and the pot was later lost by her in a war, which was quite regretful.

On the second day, the teenagers went to the school to find that the copybooks on their tables were wet with water, and the flowers could not recognize the handwriting.

"Who did it? I won't take care of him when I come out!" they roared fiercely.

"It's not easy? See who's copybook is clean, look inside, you can always find the one that has hatred against us." Someone offered a good plan.

He Yan's heart tightened, and he was very annoyed. No wonder he was stupid, and he didn't even think of such a thing. Her copybook is neat and tidy, just check it a little, isn't it just you?

Forget it, everything is done, the man's big husband, dare to be a dare. With her heart swayed, she only accepted her fate and watched the teenagers still asking the students in the school to take out the copybook for inspection.

He was almost in front of himself.

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

The movement was so great that everyone looked over and saw that the handsome young man in white robe leaned against the wall, his hands clasped his chest, his expression was lazy, and he said casually: "I did it."

There was an uproar.

"Huai, Huaijin, did you really do it?" someone asked carefully.

Xiao Huaijin is not He Rufei, who dares to provoke in the capital, not to mention the Xiao family crushing people, even the gentleman has to protect them, and the emperor personally praised them.

"It's me." He answered reasonably.

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

"No why," the teenager glanced at him, repliing nonchalantly, "handslide."

"Poof", He Yan couldn't help laughing, realized everyone's eyes, and quickly turned around casually.

and after?

Later, the matter would not be resolved, because Xiao Huaijin, others did not dare to say anything, only to admit that they were out of luck.

With a squeak, the door was pushed open, and Shen Muxue came in. She took the empty medicine bowl and basin and told He Yan not to press the wound, and then she went out.

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

She murmured: "Today is Tanabata..."

She has never been to a festival before. She used to dress up as a man. This kind of festival has nothing to do with her. Later, when he married Xu Zhiheng, he was also looking forward to it at the beginning. No matter how to pretend to be a man, when red makeup, I just want to be like an ordinary girl, go to the riverside to put flowers on the boat, worship Xianhe, steam the fruit, and visit the temple fair. I heard that there are fireflies on the mountain.

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

But before Qixi, she was blind. So this matter seemed to be forgotten. Xu Zhiheng didn't take the initiative to mention it, and He Yan didn't mention it either. Thinking about Xu Shi's dismay for his illness, he didn't have this thought. Until the next day, He Wanru passed by her door, and the smiling people let Xu Zhiheng's lanterns sent to her the day before.

She only knew that Xu Zhiheng was not in the house on the seventh day of the Tanabata, not because of official business, but to accompany He Wanru to the temple fair.

All kinds of life, Bai Yun Chaolu. She did not know how well she did as a man, but she knew that being a woman was really bad.

Just thinking, Hongshan came in from the outside and saw the mandarin duck pot in her hand at one glance, joking casually: "Yo, our governor has also sent you a Chinese Valentine's Day gift! What a good wine to let your brother taste a product!"

He Yan froze for a moment and suddenly laughed.

Past and present life, now think about it, in fact, this Qixi, not too bad. She shared a ride with the dream people of countless Wei women, touched his waist, rode his horse, walked across the mountain road, watched the starry sky, and finally got a pot of elixir.

It's a worthwhile life.

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In fact, this is a sweet story about the rebirth of the school scum and turned into a school tyrant meeting the secret love of the male **** in the campus era and starting again.