The Rebirth of a Star General
Chapter 2
The spring rain seemed to be endless as it continued to fall.
However, the room was very warm. The fire on the stove was bright. The lid of the boiling medicinal pot was pushed away by the steam, and one could clearly hear the rustling sound of the pot.
The girl sat in front of the mirror. In the bronze mirror, a somewhat pale face appeared. He had long wrinkles on his face, thin green and red. Her lips were like small water chestnuts, conical, smooth and beautiful. His pair of eyes were black and moist almond-shaped, like a mountain stream that would gather fog in the next moment. The mist slowly spread out, revealing an incredible jewel. She had snow-white skin and a flower-like appearance. She was a beautiful girl, but that was all there was.
Of course, she was well acquainted with her own beauty. Therefore, in front of the small dressing table there are already blushers, face powder, and spice balm. The smell of blushing cheeks still lingered around him. He Yan furrowed his nose and could not help sneezing.
The bronze mirror was immediately covered with a layer of white ice from the hot breath he exhaled. Even his face became unclear. He Yan was possessed for a moment, as if he had returned to the moment he first removed his male disguise. He also sat in front of the mirror like this, looking at himself in the mirror as if a lifetime had passed.
He had been drowned in the Xu family pond by the He family's men. However, the moment he woke up, he had become He Yan. He was not the current General Feihong, He Rufei's younger sister, Xu Zhiheng's wife, He Yan. Instead, she was the owner of this dilapidated mansion, the nine-ranked military officer of the city gate, He Sui's eldest daughter, He Yan.
They were both He Yan. Their status was different like clouds and mud.
"Yan Yan, why didn't you say you were awake?" Accompanied by a voice from outside, the door curtain was lifted and a figure was swept away by the cold wind.
It was a middle-aged man with sideburns. He had a square face, dark skin, and a tall figure. He looked like a clumsy but strong bear. His smile carried a trace of caution. Seeing no one in the room, he shouted loudly, "Qing Mei, where is Qing Mei?"
"Qing Mei went to pluck the medicinal herbs," He Yan said softly.
The man scratched his head and said, "Oh, then dad will pour it for you."
The white porcelain bowl was not even as big as the palm of the man's hand. He knew this, so he poured out the medicine very carefully. The room was immediately filled with the bitter aroma of the plant. He Yan looked at the plum blossoms on the side of the medicine bowl and turned his gaze to the man's face. This was He Yan's father, the captain of the city gate, He Sui.
The word "father" was unknown to He Yan.
His biological father should be the second master of the He family, He Yuanliang. However, since he had taken away He Rufei's identity, he could only call He Yuanliang Second Uncle. His adoptive father, He Yuansheng, was actually his uncle.
The relationship between her foster father and her was not very close. When he first applied to study martial arts, their relationship fell to a freezing point. Only after he had obtained the merit and received the Emperor's praise did he become enthusiastic. In recent years, although the first branch did not forbid him from eating and drinking, they did not really understand what he was thinking. When He Yan was young, he had thought it was because he was not his real father. However, his biological father, He Yuanliang, also treated him indifferently. It was probably because girls were given like spilled water. Since he did not raise her by his side, their relationship faded.
Therefore, He Yan did not remember his father's appearance as clearly as his brothers and subordinates.
He Sui had already poured the medicine into the bowl. He carefully picked up the residue floating on the surface of the water and gently blew on it. He brought it to He Yan and was about to feed it.
He Yan took out a bowl of medicine and said, "I'll do it myself."
The man pulled his hand and said shyly, "OK."
Niao Niao steam rose from the medicine bowl. He Yan looked at the medicine bowl in front of him hesitantly. He thought about what Madam He had said before he died.
"The bowl of medicine that blinded you was personally sent by an elder in your family!"
The elder in the family, is that He Yuansheng? Or is He Yuanliang? Or is it someone else? Xu Zhiheng knew about that. What about the others?
He Sui saw that he did not take it and thought that he thought the medicine was too bitter. He smiled and persuaded her, "Yan Yan, don't be afraid. It's not bitter. You'll be fine after taking the medicine."
He Yan did not hesitate anymore. Before He Sui could continue speaking, she placed her lips into the bowl and poured the medicine into her mouth.
"Wait ..." He Sui had no time to say anything. He Yan had already placed an empty bowl on the table. He spat out the remaining words in his mouth, "Heat …"
"Not hot." He Yan replied.
He Sui did not know what to say for a while. He stuttered a few times and whispered, "Then you should rest well in the room. Don't run. I'll go to the martial arts field first." He took the empty bowl.
He Yan was left alone in the room. He's a little relieved. After all, she was not used to communicating with people intimately, especially as a woman. Moreover, she was a young girl who was pampered and raised in the palm of her hand.
Qing Mei's servant has not returned. He Sui did not have much money every month. The Gate Guard Captain was just a military officer with no real power. He doesn't have much money. The people in this room relied on He Sui's money to support themselves. He could only afford to hire one servant. The rest of the money might be the blushing cheeks and face powder that Miss He had stacked on the table.
He Yan stood up and walked to the door.
This body was soft, like white jade, fragrant and soft. It was completely foreign to him. Without strength, he could not protect himself. If there was something special about this body, it was a pair of clean and bright eyes. It could make him see the light of the world he had not seen for a long time.
"Dong!" There was the sound of something heavy falling behind him. He Yan turned around and saw a young man standing in front of him. He took off the firewood tied to his shoulder.
The young man was still young, the same age as He Yan. He was wearing a green waistline shirt and pants of the same color. There was a white cloth strapped to his feet to make it easier for him to work. Her skin is a bit dark. His eyebrows and eyes were similar to He Yan. He was smooth and handsome, but his chin was slightly narrower. He looked determined and stubborn.
This was Lady He's younger brother, He Sui's youngest son, He Yunsheng.
He Yan had been lying on the bed for the past few days. He Yunsheng came several times, but he always came carrying water and a stove. He did not say a word to He Yan. The relationship between the brother and sister did not seem to be very good, but .. He Yan looked at He Yunsheng's rough and ill-fitting clothes, then looked at his own little green satin dress. He understood a little, but was also surprised.
In the He Family, the women paved the way for the men. Those people were heaven and earth, as if they were the center of the world. But in this family it is different. It seems that the youngest son of this birth was picked up. The He family only cared about Lady He's food and clothing. Why these?
He Yan stood in front of He Yunsheng and did not move a step. He Yunsheng piled firewood under the roof and started cutting firewood.
This family is very poor. The only servant was the maid, and her biological son did the job as a servant.
In front of He Yan was a pile of firewood. He Yunsheng cut it twice and frowned slightly, "Sorry, you're blocking my way."
He didn't even call her "Sister".
He Yan did not move at all. He did not step aside, nor did he mock her with his usual sarcastic remarks. He Yunsheng couldn't help but raise his head and look into He Yan's serious eyes.
He Yan said, "You can't cut firewood like this."
