The Rebirth of a Star General

Chapter 3

     He Yunsheng furrowed his brows and asked, "What are you saying?"

He Yan did not move and repeated seriously, "I said, you can't cut firewood like this."

The young man became impatient, "He Yan, if you are sick then go back to your room. Don't look for trouble here."

"If you cut like this, you won't be able to finish it even when the sky goes dark." He Yan did not move in the slightest.

He Yunsheng seemed to have suddenly become angry. The axe slipped out of his hand and struck the blue stone floor loudly, making a loud noise. He took a step forward and angrily said, "If you don't spend money because of your illness, father won't tell the servant to leave. You still know that you have to cut until the sky goes dark. If you've never cut firewood before, don't point your finger. If you are good at cutting, then do it! "

He Yan's heart was slightly moved. There was a waiter at home. It was just that his family was poor and in order to see a doctor, they had the male servant leave. This young man took over the servant's job. Looking at her appearance, she seemed to have accumulated hatred towards this older sister a long time ago. He scoffed and scoffed at her without mercy.

Being poor also has its advantages. For example, there was no one in the courtyard, so this embarrassing scene between a pair of siblings would not be visible to anyone else. If in the He Family and the Xu Family in the past, the servants who had come to watch the show would probably form an army of soldiers and horses.

After He Yunsheng finished speaking, he waited for He Yan to jump up and scold him. However, to his surprise, He Yan did not scold him this time. Instead, he bowed and picked up the axe he threw on the ground.

He was dropped by a heavy axe. His slender wrists seemed to be unable to withstand the destruction. It was a scary sight.

He Yan looked at his hand and frowned slightly. He couldn't even lift an axe. Compared to her in the past, she was much worse off.

He Yunsheng was stunned and asked suspiciously, "What are you doing?"

"I'll cut it for you to see." He Yan replied.

When He Yunsheng heard this, he became even angrier and angry said, "Don't pester endlessly, you …"

Before he could finish his words, a "bang" sound interrupted his voice.

He Yan had already raised the axe and cleanly chopped the firewood in front of him into two.

"Looks." She said, "It's very simple. You can't hold the front end of the axe. You have to hold the end of the handle and chop along the lines of the wood. It'll save a lot of energy."

He Yunsheng stared at her blankly. After a while, the young man's face turned red and his tone was almost angry. He pointed at He Yan and said, "You, you, you, you really have exterior motives! Your hand .. Father will definitely scold me when he comes back! He Yan, you're really scheming, crafty and treacherous! "

"Huh?" He Yan did not understand. The next moment, a panicked female voice rang out, "Miss, you are bleeding!"

He Yan subconsciously lowered his head and looked at his palm. He did not know when the skin on his palm was scratched. Blood was reflected in his palm. It was so fresh it even moved a little.

He just used an axe to cut a piece of firewood, and his hand was already scratched? How delicate is this body? Ever since she was young, had Lady He ever carried anything a little heavier? Is he made of cotton and tofu?

He Yan thought hard. The maid, Qing Mei, had already rushed over and pulled her into the room. He hurriedly said, "You should rub it with the ointment first. I don't know if it'll leave a scar …"

He Yunsheng glared at him hatefully and said, "He Yan, sooner or later you will be putting death on trial." Then he turned and ran away.

He Yan did not know whether to laugh or cry. In her previous life, she had lived from her marriage until her death. To date, this is the first time someone has said that she is "dating".

This feeling is very new. In the hearts of the soldiers, "dating" was probably a very distant word.

"No problem." He Yan could not bear to see a girl crying, especially a beautiful girl of 15 or 16 years old. He was younger than her in his previous life. He comforted. "If it leaves a scar, it will leave a scar. It's okay as long as it's healed."

Qing Mei widened her eyes and forgot to wipe her tears. He looked at He Yan speechlessly.

"What's wrong?" asked He Yan.

"No, it's okay." Qing Mei wiped her tears and stood up. "As long as you're not angry, it's okay."

Her tone .. He Yan looked at the cosmetics and jewelry placed in front of the dressing table. He roughly understood what was going on. In her previous life, Lady He paid close attention to her appearance. Her smooth skin must have been spoiled. It would be a huge problem if he accidentally solved it.

Did heaven see that her previous life was too rough and never experienced the feeling of being a daughter? In this life, they gave him an extremely delicate body that could not even withstand the wind and rain.

Qing Mei asked, "Young Miss, let this servant pour you a cup of hot tea. It was raining outside and you got wind."

"Wait." He Yan stopped him. "I remember something. When I woke up earlier, there were some things I could not remember clearly.." He looked at Qing Mei. "How can I get sick?"

At first, there was a servant in this house. Later, the male servant who had come to treat He Yan's illness was expelled. It can be seen that this disease does not exist at birth. But if it was a sudden illness, he had not felt any discomfort these past few days. Everyone in the house looked at him carefully, as if they were afraid of an accident. He Yan felt strange.

Qing Mei heard this and turned pale with fear. He grabbed He Yan's hand and almost cried again. "Young Miss, you've been sad for Mr. Fan. You can't go through this anymore. Even if it's not for yourself, you should think of Master and Young Master! "

Herr Fan? A human?

He Yan asked, "Which Master Fan?"

"Young Miss, what do you mean by that ... Yes, Mr. Fan is very heartless. He's not a suitable partner. Young Miss, you are right to forget about it. This servant will not mention Mr. Fan again. I just want Young Miss to be healed. "Qing Mei finished speaking and wiped her eyes again.

This little waiter loved to cry. Even the new members under his tent did not cry too much the first time on the battlefield. He didn't ask much, but his collar was already wet. If this continues, in less than the time it takes to burn an incense stick, the water will flood Jinshan Mountain.

"Alright," He Yan said helplessly. "Then don't talk about it. Go and change your clothes. Your clothes are wet."

Qing Mei looked at He Yan with wide eyes. He saw that He Yan was calm and it seemed like he was not going to faint. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Then this servant will go and change ... Young Miss, please wait for this servant. This waiter will be back soon." Then he walked away, looking back every few steps.

The house became empty again.

He Yan extended his hand and opened his palm.

Qing Mei's ointment was still in her hands. He looked at her delicate hand, daydreaming. Women are naturally weaker than men. To train hand strength, He Yan usually sneaks out of the back door of the manor every day before dawn and climbs Donghuang Mountain in the capital to help the monks carry water and cut firewood. Initially, the skin on his hands had also worn out like this. Gradually, calluses grew in his hands, and he could carry two buckets of water with ease. He could even practice martial arts with Shi Tou hanging on his wrist.

He was not smart, so he could only use stupid methods. Over time, he also gained the qualifications to compete with men.

But now, everything returned to the starting point. Not to mention taking what was originally hers, her weak body could not bear the burden of the thorny road she had to go through in the future.

"Then let's practice," He Yan said to himself. "Just like before." Perhaps this was a test given to him by Heaven as the price for his rebirth. But there's nothing to be afraid of.

He just started all over again.