Rebirth of a Star General Chapter 2: Sister and brother

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The rain in spring seems to have no end, and it will not stop.

The room was very warm, the fire was blazing, and the lid of the medicine jar that was boiling on it was lifted up by the water vapor, and the sound of "grumbling" could be heard clearly.

The girl sits in front of the mirror. In the bronze mirror, a slightly pale face appeared, with long frowns, thin green and red, and lips like small water chestnuts, squeezed, delicate and detached. A pair of apricot eyes are black and moist, like a mountain stream where mist will gather in the next moment, and the clouds are faintly dispersed, revealing magnificent gems. Snow-skinned and beautiful, she is a pretty girl, but she is only pretty.

Of course, she knows her beauty well, so in front of the small dressing table, she is already full of rouge gouache and spice head cream. With the powdery breath lingering around him, He Yan shrugged his nose and couldn't help sneezing.

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

She was drowned in the pond of Xu's family by the men and horses led by He family, but when she woke up, she became He Yan. He is not the younger sister of the current Feihong General He Rufei, but He Yan, the wife of Xu Zhiheng. It was He Yan, the owner of this dilapidated hut, the eldest daughter of Wei Hesui, the official city gate of the Ninth Grade Martial Arts Officer.

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

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

He was a middle-aged man with a beard, with a Chinese character face, black skin, and a tall stature, like a clumsy and strong bear. His smile was cautiously pleased. Seeing no one in the room, he shouted: "Qingmei, where is Qingmei?"

"Green plum went to pick up medicinal materials." He Yan said softly.

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

The white porcelain medicine bowl was not as big as the man's palm, and he knew this, so he was very careful, and the room was suddenly filled with the bitter aroma of herbs. He Yan looked at the plum blossoms on the side of the medicine bowl and moved his eyes to the man's face. This was He Yan's father, Wei He Sui, the city gate school.

The two words "father" are unfamiliar to He Yan.

Her biological father should be the second elder of the He family, He Yuanliang, but because of the identity of He Rufei, he can only be called the second uncle of He Yuanliang. And her adoptive father He Yuansheng is actually her uncle.

The relationship between her adoptive father and her is not very close, and when she first proposed to learn martial arts, it once fell to a freezing point. Only after she earned merits and received the emperor's award did she become enthusiastic. In the past few years, although Dafang did not eat and drink short of her, she did not really understand what she was thinking. When He Yan was young, he thought it was because he was not his biological father, but his biological father He Yuanliang treated her indifferently. It was about the water thrown out by the daughter who was sent out, and the feelings faded if she was not raised by her side.

So, the appearance of his father is not as clear in He Yan's mind as her brothers belonged to him.

He Sui, who was in front of him, had already poured the medicine into the bowl, carefully removed a little residue floating on the water, then blew it gently, and sent it to He Yan, who was about to feed her.

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

The man withdrew his hand and said sly: "Okay."

The soup medicine emits a squishy heat, and He Yan hesitates to look at the medicine bowl in front of her. She thinks of what He Shi said before she died.

"The bowl of medicinal materials that poisoned you, but the elders in your clan brought it personally!"

The elder in the clan, is He Yuansheng? Or He Yuanliang? Or someone else? Xu Zhiheng knew it, what about the others?

She thought about the cup of hot tea that Xiaodie handed over the day she was drowned. Who knows if the things sent by others are ill-intentioned?

He Sui saw that she hadn't taken it for a long time, thinking she was too sick of the medicine, so he laughed and coaxed: "Yan Yan is not afraid, it is not bitter, and it will be fine after drinking the medicine."

He Yan didn't hesitate anymore, and before He Sui continued to speak, he moved his lips to the side of the bowl, raised his head and poured a bowl of medicine into it.

"Wait..." He Sui was too late to speak. He Yan had already put the empty bowl on the table before 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 whispered a few times, and said softly: "Then you should rest well in the house and don't run around. Daddy will go to the martial arts field first." Take it away.

He Yan was left alone in the room. She sighed slightly. Is she not accustomed to such intimate communication with people, especially as a woman, or is such a spoiled woman who grows up in the palm of her hand? Young girl.

The maidservant Qingmei hasn't returned yet, and He Sui's monthly bad money is not much. Today's Chengmen school lieutenant is just a military officer, with no real power, so little money. The people in this house are supported by He Sui's money alone, and even the maidservant can only afford one, and the other money is probably turned into the rouge gouache that Miss He piled up on the table.

He Yan stood up and walked to the door.

This soft body, like a white jade, is fragrant and tender. It is completely unfamiliar to her. Without power, she can't protect herself. If there is anything particularly good, it is a pair of clean and bright eyes that can make her Revisit the light of the world that hasn't been seen for a long time.

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

The boy is not very old, he is the same age as He Yan now, wearing a green cloth waist underwear, under the same color step pants, and white cloth strips tied to his legs, for the convenience of work. He has a dark complexion, his eyebrows are five points similar to He Yan, and he is handsome and distinct, but his chin is slightly narrower, and he looks firm, looking stubborn and arrogant.

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

In the past few days when He Yan lay on the bed, He Yun had been here several times, and they all came to bring water to the stove, without saying a word with He Yan. The relationship between their siblings and brother seemed not very good, but... He Yan looked at He Yunsheng's crude and unfit cloth clothes, and then at the little green satin foundation jacket skirt on his body. It was slightly clear, but surprised.

In that He family, women are paving the way for men, and men are the sky and the earth, as if they are the center of the world. However, it is different in this home. It seems that this biological young son seems to have picked it up. The He family’s food and clothes are all close to Miss He. Why is this?

He Yan stood in front of He Yunsheng and did not move a step. He Yunsheng piled the firewood under the eaves and started to chop the firewood.

This family is really poor. The only servant is the maid, and the biological son is doing the work of the servant.

He Yan is in front of the firewood pile. He Yunsheng splits twice and frowns slightly, "Excuse me, you are blocking me."

Not even a "sister".

He Yan remained motionless, neither giving way, nor taunting him with the usual bitterness. He Yunsheng couldn't help raising his head, and looked at Shang He Yan earnestly.

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