Rebirth of a Star General Chapter 76: Chinese Valentine’s Day
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He Yan held the mandarin duck pot in a daze.
A voice pulled her thoughts back in front of her, "Can't use it?"
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 secret in the mandarin duck pot, which can contain two kinds of wine in one pot, which is an essential tool for poisoning people. He pulled a piece of white cloth, and poured a little first, then a little. The medicine juice came out first, and the medicine powder came out later. A small spoon was embedded next to the pot's handle. Xiao Jue took off the spoon and slowly spread it evenly.
When he lowered his eyes to do these things, his long eyelashes were hanging down, and his profile was handsome and compelling. He also brought a bit of youthful beauty. He was shocked to teach people to see. He didn't know that he was in Liangzhou at the moment. Here, it is the 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 yourself."
"Oh," He Yan had expected it, and whispered: "I didn't expect you to help me."
When he heard it, he stared at He Yan with a smile but a smile: "Don't dare to delay you from being like a jade."
"It's fine if you know it." He Yan smiled and said: "But thank you, Governor, for such an expensive medicine."
"There is a shortage of medicine in the sanitation, unless you want to die." he said.
He Yan looked at him solemnly: "That also saved my life. I didn't expect the Governor to be such a pity for Xiangyu."
Xiao Jue said, "I don't know what to do." He stood up and left.
He Yan sighed softly when he saw that he was really gone this time, leaning on the head of the bed. Xiao Jue's medicine is very effective, it is refreshing and cool, and the pain is relieved a lot after applying it.
He Yan looked at the pot, his thoughts drifting away.
On that snowy night at the age of fourteen, Xiao Jue was not as indifferent as he is now, at least when He Yan said "it won't work" at the time, he not only helped to open the mandarin duck pot, but also personally applied medicine to her.
It's very strange. The picture at that time was very blurry, but today Xiao Jue came to this, and those forgotten details slowly unfolded before He Yan's eyes, as if it had just happened, and the clarity was incredible.
She sits on a stone bench in the yard, and a young man who has always been lazy and indifferent has rare patience to give her medicine. His eyebrows were picturesque, and his side face was right in front of He Yan, and he could almost feel his warm breath, faded away from the sharpness of the past, with soft warmth, completely covering her cold and trembling heart.
The mask covered her face, and the other party couldn't see her expression, nor could he feel her throbbing at the time.
It's hard for someone to be indifferent to a person like him, especially when such an indifferent person treats others tenderly, and a hard-hearted person will also bump into the deer. He Yan was young at the time and had no resistance.
He left after taking the medicine, and He Yan whispered to him: "Your medicine."
"Send you off." The young man replied casually, "You are so stupid. I want to have a lot of opportunities for injury in the future. Keep it for yourself."
In a word, the chances of her being injured are countless. The ointment in the mandarin duck pot was used up a long time ago, and the pot was later lost by her in a war. It was a pity to think about it.
On the second day, the teenagers went to the academy and found that the copybooks on their desks were wet with water, Huadi couldn't recognize the handwriting, and they were all in chaos.
"Who did it? I won't kill him when I come out!" they roared fiercely.
"It's not easy? See whose copybook is clean, look for it inside, and you can always find the one with us." Someone offered a clever trick.
He Yan's heart tightened and he was extremely annoyed. It's no wonder that he was stupid and didn't even think of such a thing. Her copybook is neat and tidy. After a little investigation, isn't it her own?
Forget it, I've done it all, a man, dare to act. She was heartbroken, only to admit her fate, and watched the teenagers still ask the students in the academy to take out the copybooks for examination.
I was about to walk in front of me.
He Yan plucked up the courage and was about to stand up and shout "I did it." Suddenly, someone came in and put the book on the table.
The movement was so loud that everyone looked towards the other side, and saw the handsome young man in white robe leaning against the wall with his hands on his chest, with a lazy expression, and said casually: "I did it."
In an uproar.
"Brother Huai, Huai Jin, really did you do it?" someone asked cautiously.
Xiao Huaijin is not He Rufei, anyone in the capital dared to provoke him, let alone the Xiao family crushing people to death, even his husband must protect him. The emperor personally praised him.
"It's me." He answered confidently.
"But why?" the man asked, crying.
"Not why," the boy glanced at him, and replied, "Hands slippery."
"Puff", He Yan couldn't help but laughed, noticing everyone's gaze, and turning around as if nothing had happened.
What happened later?
Later, the matter didn't stop. Because it was Xiao Huaijin, other people didn't dare to say anything, they could only admit that they were unlucky.
With a "squeak", the door was pushed open, and Shen Muxue walked in. She took the empty medicine bowl and water basin away, and asked He Yan not to press the wound, and then she went out.
From the narrow window of the room, you can see the sky in the four corners, with a bright moon hanging in the sky, and the stars are shining.
She whispered: "Today is Qixi Festival..."
She has never celebrated a festival before. She used to be dressed as a man. This kind of festival has nothing to do with her. Later, when I married Xu Zhiheng, I was looking forward to it at the very beginning. No matter how you pretend to be a man, when you have red makeup, you just want to be like an ordinary girl, with the same heart, go to the river to set flower boats, worship Xianhe, steam the fruit, and go to the temple fair. I heard that there are fireflies on the mountain.
She plucked up the courage and requested Xu Zhiheng for the first time. Xu Zhiheng smiled and agreed, "Okay."
But before the Qixi Festival, she was blind. So this matter seemed to have been forgotten, Xu Zhiheng didn't take the initiative to mention it again, and He Yan didn't mention it, thinking that Xu was overwhelmed by his illness, and lost this thought. Until the next day, He Wanru passed by her door, smiling and letting people put away the lantern Xu Zhiheng gave her the previous day.
She only knew that Xu Zhiheng was not in the house on the Qixi Festival, not because of official business, but to accompany He Wanru to the temple fair.
In all kinds of life, the white clouds show up. She didn't know how she was doing as a man, but she knew that she did a terrible job as a woman.
I was thinking, when Hong Shan came in from outside, I saw the mandarin duck pot in her hand at a glance, and casually joked: "Oh, our governor also gave you a gift for Qixi Festival! What a good wine, let my brother have a taste!" /
He Yan froze for a moment, then suddenly laughed.
Previous life and present life, now think about it, in fact, this Qixi Festival is not too bad. She rode with countless big Wei women's dreamers, touched his waist, rode his horse, walked across the mountains, watched the stars, and finally got a pot of elixir for nothing.
This life is not in vain.
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Actually, this is a sweet story about a scumbag rebirth and becoming a tyrant who encounters a crush on a male **** in the campus era and starts the strategy again (not)