Rebirth of a Star General Chapter 251: Beauty plan

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As soon as the New Year's Eve passed, although it was the New Year, the snow didn't stop. There was a night of snow, and a layer of hoarfrost was piled up in the yard.

When He Yan woke up, Xiao Jue was no longer there.

It is strange to say that she was not a lazy person at first. When she lived in Datongpu in Liangzhou Wei, the house was full of men, and she woke up before dawn. But I don’t know if Xiao Jue’s bed is extraordinarily soft and warm. He sleeps soundly at night and wakes up later in the morning. It was because Xiao Jue got up too early, anyway, as soon as she woke up, there was no one around her.

He Yan rubbed his eyes and sat up, lifted the quilt and got out of the bed. After a brief refreshing, he opened the door in his outer clothes. As soon as he opened it, he saw a cold light.

Xiao Jue is practicing sword in the yard.

This person also understands the principle of not practicing hands for three days. Now he is not in Liangzhouwei, but he still hasn't put aside his daily training. He Yan simply leaned on the pillar to look at him, and by the way, to see where Xiao Jue's swordsmanship grew in these years.

It's cold in the morning, but Xiao Jue only wore a cream-pigmented suit. When he wore dark clothes, he was cold and calm, and when he wore light-colored clothes, he was particularly bright and romantic. The number one beautiful boy is here.

The Xiao family’s yard is huge. Except for the pomegranate tree outside the window of Xiao Jue’s study, there is no vegetation. The empty ground is suitable for sword practice. Sweep away the snow in the courtyard. Flying around, drinking Qiujian sword body is crystal clear, and the people lining it are like in the painting, the streamer is amazing.

He Yan looked at it, and his hands were itchy. Going back to the house in three or two steps, grabbed the Qinglang hanging on the wall.

Since Qing Lang took it back from He Rufei, she has wiped it many times, but she has never used it once, and there is really no occasion to use it. After all, Shuo Jing is not on the battlefield, nor can he draw his sword to compete with others at any time. But today happens to be, since Xiao Jue is also practicing swordsmanship anyway, it is better to see if the gap between the first Xianchang Pavilion and the last one in Xianchang Pavilion is still insurmountable as before.

He Yan took off his cloak, brought Qing Lang, chuckled, and walked out the door. Xiao Jue turned her back to her. She drew her sword and stabbed Xiao Jue behind him, shouting: "Xiao Jue, I will try your sword!"

The young man turned his head abruptly, greeted Qinglang with a drink of autumn in his hand, and let out a crisp sound. The next moment, the two each took a few steps back.

Xiao Jue looked at her, raising his eyebrows slightly: "Bijian?"

"Don't dare?" He Yan tapped his toes and rushed towards him with a big smile and swinging his sword.

"Bong accompany." His voice also had a layer of warmth, and it sounded especially sweet in the early morning when it snowed.

Qingmei was holding a broom, and when she came out, she saw the two of them practicing swords in the yard. They were stunned for a while. Although she knew that He Yan was great, she had always heard from others that she had never seen it with her own eyes. Seeing He Yanjian's smooth moves, he was amazed and nervous, and muttered: "The young master must be merciful, our young lady is delicate and weak..."

Feinu just walked in from the outside. Hearing the words, he couldn't help but glance at He Yan. He Yan was sideways avoiding Xiao Jue's drink of autumn, kicked the pomegranate tree trunk in the yard, and flew back. , That foot seemed inadvertent, but the whole tree trunk trembled slightly, and the snow fell to the ground.

He retracted his gaze, really did not see where the words "feeling and weak" started.

He Yan turned to look at Xiao Jue.

Comparing swords with Xiao Jue is a very enjoyable thing.

This man’s swordsmanship was already excellent at the time. After years, he has become more and more exquisite. It is similar to He Yan's own swordsmanship. After all, her swordsmanship was based on Xiao Jue pointed out that to this day, some of the original shadows still remain. It's just that idiot who is always accidentally hit by the scabbard in the bamboo forest under the moon. Now he has a long sword in his hand, such as You Long Feiyan, very agile, and you come and go with the youth, and it is difficult to tell the winner for a while.

"Flying slave guard," Qingmei couldn't understand, and asked the people around him: "Is the young master letting the young lady?"

"Don't let it." Feinu was slightly surprised, "Madam Young's swordsmanship is very good."

He Yan’s swordsmanship is exquisite and the angles are strange. Liu Buwang saw that she was a woman at the beginning. There were many "changes" in the strokes with the sword, and he did not stick to the form and the style. The dazzling people are dazzled. Xiao Jue's sword strokes are more "stable", strong sword spirit, strong when strong, he is surrounded by He Yan, and the strokes can be broken, drinking the autumn to become cold, and the snow on the ground is reflected together like a mirror like ice .

After another dozen moves, He Yan suddenly stepped back, lowering his head and holding his chest in a low voice.

When Xiao Jue saw this, he acted for a while, immediately put away the long sword, stepped forward to support her and said: "What's the matter?"

He Yan was half-armed by him, suddenly raised his head and smiled slyly, Xiao Jue was startled, the next moment, she patted her with a palm, Xiao Jue stretched out his hand to block, still being photographed by her, she took a few steps backwards.

"Take the wise and cut down on his sentiments. For things to be beautiful, to lose his ambition, and to weaken his body, one can turn defeat into victory."

The girl was holding a long sword and said triumphantly: "Supervisor Xiao can't do it, I can't even see the beauty tricks."

"Beauty plan?" He asked slowly, then chuckled a moment later, then fought back with a sword.

He Yan raised his sword to resist.

The two took dozens of other tricks.

Xiao Jue restrained He Yan's arm with one hand, and He Yan's hand was restrained by him from behind. This person actually still had time to tease in her ear: "You are a beauty? You are confident."

"Skills can be killed but not insulted." He Yan turned around abruptly, withdrew his hand, pressed the sword forward, and then turned back and stabbed with the sword.

The young man's eyes moved slightly, and he suddenly closed his sword behind him, and stood facing the other's sword point. He was caught off guard with this sword. The sword in He Yan's hand was coming fiercely. Seeing that the tip of the sword was about to penetrate into his chest, He Yan felt anxious and withdrew Qing Lang from his hand forcefully. It's just that Jian Qi moved forward, and she was brought forward by Jian Qi, unavoidable, so she threw herself into Xiao Jue's arms.

Xiao Jue was forced to hug her full of arms.

"What are you doing?" He Yan said angrily.

Xiao Jue replied unhurriedly: "If you don't harm yourself, the victim will be true." He looked down at He Yan, his lips twitched, "General He can't do it, you can't see through hard work."

"Bitter meat tricks?" He Yan said in an air: "You, a right army captain, use bitter meat tricks, do you think it is appropriate?"

"Soldiers are not tired of deceit." He was calm and relaxed.

He Yan sighed: "It's too mean."

The man in front of him looked down at her from top to bottom, with a few smiles hidden in his black eyes. He Yan was taken aback when he saw him slowly leaning over, and he closed his eyes nervously in amazement.

The next moment, there was a slight vibration in the chest she was holding. She opened her eyes and Xiao Jue stared at her with a smile, stopped one centimeter away from her, raised her eyebrows and said: "Beauty plan?"

He Yan suddenly felt ashamed of being stunned by his scolding and turned away without saying a word.

I was dragged back by Xiao Jue and kissed her gently on the forehead, "General He is great, I give up."

Ome: "..."

She turned her head abruptly, held her hand in front of her, and whispered: "...Why suddenly..."

Chiwu didn’t know when he came over, and he didn’t know how long he’s been here, frowning and saying, "This is a sword, obviously it’s flirting. The young master is really...how can I treat Yinqiu like this?"

When Qingmei heard this, she seemed to see Chiwu. When she saw Chiwu, she remembered what He Yan had said to her during the New Year's Eve of the He Family. Suddenly he said nothing, and went out holding the broom, without even looking at Chi Wu.

Chiwu asked Feinu inexplicably, "I didn't provoke her, did I? What's wrong with her?"

Feinu: "..."

He patted Chiwu on the shoulder and left without saying anything.

……

On this morning, a guest came to the Prince's Mansion.

When Chu Zhao was greeted into the hall, Ying Xiangzheng knelt on the ground and poured tea for Guangyan. Guangyan saw Chu Zhao, only glanced at him, and said, "What are you doing?"

For Chu Zhao, Guang Yan doesn't hate him, but he doesn't like it. It was okay when Xu Jingfu had existed before. After Xu Jingfu died, he watched Chu Zhao widely, and all his dislikes appeared in the past. But to say where Chu Zhao offended him, it was okay. After thinking about it, Guang Yan just didn't like his humble and humble background, and his overly handsome and outstanding appearance.

"Sharing the worries for your highness."

Guang Yan smiled and said, "Dividing the worries?" He slowly straightened up, looking at Chu Zhao, "You go to kill that idiot Guangshuo now, even if you are sharing worries for the palace."

Guangshuo has almost stayed in the palace these days, and the guards have never left. Guangyan's words are also angry.

"His Royal Highness is impatient?" Chu Zhao asked in a gentle voice, not irritated.

"Chu Zilan!" The prince waved his sleeves impatiently, "Xu Jingfu is dead, now he is replaced by his student to teach the palace how to do things?"

Chu Zhao said: "The minister only hopes that everything is well with His Highness."

"Then you don't talk nonsense!" The prince seemed to have expected what he was going to say, and stared at him with heavy eyes, "Don't forget your own identity, Chu Zilan. Something really happened in the palace, You can’t run, don’t think about anything and get out of your body. What you have to do now is to help the main palace do things well, instead of dragging the main palace behind the back. As for the preaching, all are put away by the main palace, otherwise, Xu Jingfu Today is your tomorrow!"

Ying Xiang stood there quietly, lowering her head docilely, just looking carefully, she could see her slightly whitish fingertips.

"You go back." Guang Yan got up impatiently: "Don't hang around in front of the palace, it's upset to watch!"

After a moment of silence, Chu Zhao's expression remained unchanged, and he smiled and stood up to salute, "Then, the minister will leave first."

"Wait." Guang Yan stopped suddenly, glanced at Ying Xiang, and said meaningfully, "Ying Xiang, you can send a gift to the Fourth Young Master of Chu."

Ying Xiang stiffened, and softly responded: "Yes."

She walked up to Chu Zhao and said in a low voice: "Let's go, Fourth Young Master."

The two went out of the hall together.

Although there is the sun today, it is still very cold. Foot on the ground, printed a thin footprint.

"Are the Manimbu people still coming these few days?" Chu Zhao said softly.

"Yes." Ying Xiang replied, "The prince came back from the palace last night, and those people came again."

The two of them are in front of each other, exactly one step away. From the side, they seem to be just maintaining a polite manner, and they are not very familiar.

"It seems that the prince already has an idea in his mind." Chu Zhao sighed.

Ying Xiang looked ahead, "What is the fourth son going to do?"

Chu Zhao said: "Do your best."

"The slave servant heard that the fourth son had seen Miss He once at night." Ying Xiang suddenly changed her words, "You know, now Miss He is Xiao Dudu’s sweetheart. If the fourth son uses Miss He as bait, at least It can solve the immediate urgent need, and also have the capital to do business with Governor Xiao. What should the fourth son give up?"

"No need."

Ying Xiang stopped.

Chu Zhao saw her doing this and looked back at her.

"The Fourth Young Master once said to a slave and maidservant that Ms. He would become the weak underbelly of Governor Xiao." The woman in front of her was gorgeous, but her eyes seemed to be covered with ice, fragile and cold, her voice was still soft. , What he said was sharp as a sword, "But now, the son is wrong. She is not the weakness of Governor Xiao, but the weakness of the son."

Chu Zhao looked at her quietly. After a while, he looked forward and spoke softly: "Ying Xiang, how well did you spend in the Prince's Mansion?"

Ying Xiang was taken aback, and the coldness that had just condensed in her eyes dissipated into smoke in an instant. Her expression became a little confused. After a while, she lowered her head and said: "The slave and the maid are doing well."

Chu Zhao smiled, "If you have a good life, you can do it."

He continued to walk forward, Ying Xiang paused, and followed.

The carriage stopped at the gate of the Prince's residence, and Chu Zhao looked back at her, "Go back, I've been out for too long, I'm afraid that your Highness will be dissatisfied."

Ying Xiang raised the corners of her mouth and smiled at him, but this smile was a bit sad.

Chu Zhao got up on the carriage, and the carriage drove him away. Ying Xiang didn't go back right away, but stood at the door, watching the direction the carriage was going away. When there was nothing to see, she slowly turned around and walked inward step by step.

There is no one in the hall, and the maidservant said to her: "Girl Yingxiang, Your Royal Highness will let you go to the sleeping hall."

She trembled slightly, her lips turned white, and she paused for a moment before lifting the skirt corners and walking towards the hall.

As soon as I arrived at the dormitory, I saw Prince Guangyan leaning on the soft collapse. Seeing Ying Xiang coming in, Guang Yan played with it and said: "Why have you been there for so long?"

Ying Xiang walked over quietly, raising a smile, "Long time? But it's just a half-zhuxiang effort, your Royal Highness can't pick the slave and maid's fault like this."

She knelt down in front of Guang Yan, nestled on Guang Yan's knees, Guang Yan used to love her so pitiful and lovely appearance lying on her knees. Only today, his hand strokes Ying Xiang’s hair, his tone is palpitating and soft, as if the calm before the storm is brewing, "Half a pillar of incense, is it enough to do some things? For example, Jiang Hong Report the size of the Prince's Mansion to Chu Zilan?"

"His Royal Highness?" Ying Xiang's eyes widened in amazement, "What does this mean?"

The hands that gently caressed her hair tightened quickly, strangling her throat. Ying Xiang's neck is slender and white, and it makes people feel love and affection. Now in this palm, it seems as if it will be broken in the next moment, weak and sorrowful.

"What is the so-called Chu Zilan's visit today? He is not a roundworm in my palace. He knows what my palace thinks? My palace entered the palace yesterday, and today he hurriedly came to the door, Ying Xiang, Ying Xiang," Guang Yan stared at her, and said fiercely: "It was my palace who underestimated you!"

Chu Zhao came too coincidentally, of course, perhaps because he was too eager to stop himself, but exposed. Guang Yan used to be a suspicious person. The reason why Ying Xiang hadn't been suspected before was because this woman's appearance was really deceptive. She looked no different from any woman in this mansion who desperately tried to please her for favor. And because it was sent by Chu Zhao, there was no one behind him to rely on, so he was very dedicated to serving himself.

In all fairness, it is not without reason to pamper Yingxiang extensively. Ying Xiang's appearance, even if it was sent to the palace, there were few people who could compare with it. It's just that once she knows that she is in this Prince's Mansion and secretly communicates with Chu Zilan, this little love becomes the anger and humiliation of being betrayed!

"Bitch!" He let go abruptly, slapped him, and slapped the woman in front of him to the ground without getting up for a while.

"My palace said that you were born so beautiful, and my palace asked him for you, so he was willing to give it away. For so many years, he hasn't touched you." A nasty smile appeared on Guang Yan's face. "This Chu Zilan's picture is not small. Raising you like this is not raising a tool. When the time is up, I will send you out to sell you as a favor. It's just Ying Xiang," he slowly squatted in front of Ying Xiang Lower body, pulling Ying Xiang’s hair forcing her to look up at herself, "Don’t this palace treat you badly? Now that you have entered the palace’s mansion, why do you still want to do things for him? Did you forget that you are now? The master is my palace, not Chu Zilan!"

Ying Xiang raised her head to look at him, her face was slapped just now, the red mark was deep, the corner of her mouth leaked a little blood, and the neck was even more blue. However, his expression was not half angry and scared, he was still as gentle as usual, staring affectionately at Guang Yan, and whispered: "The slave and maid are your Royal Highness."

It's hard to imagine that a woman born so charming and radiant, but not the same arrogant and arrogant personality, but like a helpless white rabbit, always pitiful, with low eyebrows.

Guang Yan let go of her hand, she fell again and was kicked in her heart again.

"It's this time, still pretending to be in front of the palace, you are loyal to Chu Zilan, love and righteousness. However, he does not seem to be as good to you as you are to him." Guang Yan stood up, his voice was dark Tested, "You said, if this palace kills you, will he avenge you?"

"The slave servant... is a person of His Highness, and death is a ghost of His Highness, and has nothing to do with the Fourth Young Master of Chu." Ying Xiang softly replied.

"Well said." The prince shook his palm and joyfully said: "I can talk like this, and I don't blame my palace for spoiling you for such a long time."

"Just, bitch, you need to know," a shadow flashed in his eyes, "The most hated thing in this life is infidelity. You have to be an adulterer with Chu Zilan, this palace does not Stop you, but what you do, you have to pay what price."

He turned his head to look at Ying Xiang.

Ying Xiang raised her head, met his violent gaze, and couldn't help but fight a cold war.

"My palace won't kill you, but it won't make you feel better," he said.