Rebirth of a Star General - Chapter 214

Chapter 214

He Yan went to Changmao Iron Shop to find someone this time, and went very early. As for the jokes after she left, she would like to come to Chiwu to soothe the green plums. Once she was born and cooked again, she knew the way this time, so she just walked. Much smoother.

But she didn’t expect that there would be guests at home today.

When Xiao Jue arrived at the He family, there was no one in the He family. Qingmei is not there, Chiwu is not, and He Yan is not. The door of the He family was closed tightly, and it was already dilapidated.

Xiao Jing and Bai Rongwei had visited once before, but after returning home, Bai Rongwei asked tactfully whether he wanted to find another house for the He family. Xiao Jue refused, although this is not a difficult thing, but because of He Yan’s temperament, he probably wants to say something like “no merit and no gain”. Emperor Wen Xuan was also an emperor who did not eat the suffering of the world. He was given a position of prince, but he did not give a mansion. Even his salary was fined for a year. However, as early as in Liangzhouwei, He Yan also received some rewarded silver taels. These silver taels should be able to be exchanged for a house temporarily.

On the street where He Yan and the others lived, the neighbors were all ordinary people, and they had to go out to work during the day. It was not like the previous night when everyone had to come and watch. There was no one in the house, Xiao Jue thought for a moment, and was about to leave. As soon as he turned around, he ran into a person facing him.

This person was surprised when he saw Xiao Jue, “Duke Xiao, why are you here?”

It was Jiang Jiao.

Jiang Jiao didn’t wear the new recruits’ costumes today. He only wore a navy-colored brocade robe. Xiao Jue didn’t recognize him for a while. However, as soon as Jiang Jiao spoke his words, he secretly scolded himself and fainted. He Yan is now Xiao Jue’s fiancée, Xiao Jue came to her for the righteousness, and he was surprised at this.

“Duke Xiao is here to find Brother He… Girl He?” Jiang Jiao wanted to save some of what he had just said, and then looked at the closed door behind him. “I just passed here and asked about a fruit seller. The hawker, he said this is the He family…what, is there no one in their house today?”

Xiao Jue shook his head and looked at him again: “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, I’m here to give Miss He a sword.” Jiang Jiao scratched his head, “The soldiers who live in Shuojing in the camp will have the opportunity to go home one day a month to visit relatives. The home I went back to yesterday, it should be today. I’m back to camp. Before I go back, I want to give this sword to Girl He.”

Xiao Jue raised his eyebrows slightly, Jiang Jiao recovered, his heart was broken, and he was afraid of Xiao Jue’s misunderstanding, so he explained: “It’s because of the assassination of Miss He in Shuojing a few days ago. It was spread in Liangzhou Weili. My brothers were worried about her accident. Our family opened a martial arts gym. I wrote to trust my dad to find a sword for Miss He.” He weighed the long sword wrapped in cloth in his hand, seemingly confident,” It’s not a sword. It’s light and sharp. Girl He can have a sword on her body. If she goes out in the future, even if an assassin who doesn’t have long eyes comes in, she won’t miss a weapon in her hand.”

“Sword?” Xiao Jue frowned, “Why would you think of sending a sword?”

“Huh?” Jiang Jiao didn’t expect Xiao Jue to ask, “Miss He’s swordsmanship is exquisite. If she wants to send weapons, she should of course send swords. Although her whip and sword skills are very good, I think the swordsmanship is better. If I win, I chose this one on my own terms.”

Xiao Jue stared into his eyes, “Where do you know that He Yan’s swordsmanship is exquisite?”

“It was when I was in Rundu before.” Jiang Jiao suddenly said, “By the way, when Miss He made the sword, the governor hadn’t arrived at Rundu, so I didn’t see it. At that time, Wang Ba and I saw it, that day. Miss He took us to attack the Utuo enemy camp at night, and we all wore evil ghost masks. The mask worn by Miss He was different. I heard Master Li said that it was no different from the mask that General Feihong once wore. The girl wore a mask, pretending to be General Feihong, and discarded the armor of those Utopians. At that time, she used a sword. Although I have never seen what General Feihong makes with the sword, I think, He The girl’s swordsmanship is no worse than his.”

After Jiang Jiao finished speaking in one breath, he was surprised that he had said too much. Although he and He Yan are friends and have nothing to do with Fengyue, but now He Yan has become Xiao Jue’s fiancée, he should avoid suspicion, so he coughed lightly, “I came today just to send the sword. I didn’t expect Miss He to be at home. No one, since I met Governor Xiao here, it would be better to hand the sword to Miss He from Governor Xiao.”

He handed the cloth bag in his hand to Xiao Jue, “It’s not early, I have to go out of the city and return to the camp as soon as possible. I have to supervise this matter, thank you.” He arched his hand at Xiao Jue and brought it out of the house. The burden, turned and walked outside.

Jiang Jiao’s figure disappeared at the end of the long street. Xiao Jue lowered his head and looked at the long sword wrapped in cloth in his hand. The long sword was very light and looked thin and small. He looked down, wondering what he thought of, and after a while, he turned around. Departed in the other direction.

…

On this day, He Yan returned without success.

The teacher at the Changmao Iron Shop told He Yan that in the past few days, the blacksmith Niu hadn’t shown up, and he didn’t even bring the ten iron sickles ordered last month. The master and Niu Blacksmith also have some friendship. Although the iron sickle is important, if nothing happens, Niu Blacksmith should not miss the appointment.

He Yan asked the master if he knew where Niu Tiesmith’s house lived. The master shook his head and said that Niu Tiesmith’s house lived on a barren mountain. No one knew exactly where it was. Niu Tiejiang Su Rili also doesn’t like telling others about his family affairs, so it is inconvenient for others to ask more.

The matter is almost clear, Niu Tiesmith and Mother Qin, most of them have been found by Xu Zhiheng’s people one step ahead of her.

This is indeed a frustrating thing.

When she returned home, He Sui and He Yunsheng had not yet come back because she went out early today, and for the time being, she hadn’t noticed her sneaking out of the house. On the contrary, Qingmei was sitting on the threshold and waiting for others. As soon as he saw He Yan leading the horse to the door of the house, she immediately stood up with joy, “Girl, you are back!”

“I just went out and strolled, and I just forgot the time.” He Yan continued to perfuse.

“Miss He will go out before dawn, may I ask where is the market?” Chiwu walked out from behind the door, speaking in a bad tone. He and Qingmei have just arrived home. To be honest, Chiwu doesn’t think there will be any results from going out to find someone. He Yan wants to avoid them with peace of mind, who can find it? It’s just that whenever he shows the idea that he doesn’t have to go out to find someone, the maid in front of him will cry immediately. Chiwu almost doubted whether Qingmei wanted to go to the street by herself, so she was so persistent looking for He Yan for a whole day.

Pity him, a big man, who has to be dragged by a little girl on the streets for a day. There are also many secret guards in the Xiao family in the capital. Who knows how this will be spread in the Jiuqi camp tomorrow. What frustrated him even more was that He Yan not only left by himself, but also took a horse away. Right under his nose, he didn’t notice anything, and Qingmei laughed at him for not being good at school.

The ghost knew how He Yan ran out.

But today’s He Yan is even more frustrated than Chiwu. He went out early and returned late and didn’t get any results. What’s more distressing is that the silver used to manage Fuwang has finally gotten a clue, and now they are all in trouble. , It’s a shortage of people and money.

She perfunctorily said a few words, and then said: “After a day of shopping, I am a little tired, I will go back to the house to rest first.” Before Qiaomei answered, she plunged into the house by herself.

Qingmei stood outside the door, blinked, and said to Chiwu, “Chiwu guard, don’t sleep too dead today. Pay attention to the sound of the girl’s room at night.”

Chiwu: “…”

Now that Young Master Chiwu doesn’t call, he directly calls Chiwu’s guard, and what does this mean, is it to stop him from sleeping at night?

Oh, ridiculous.

…

At night, the lanterns were on, and the drunkard’s singing was heard in the distant market.

In the city of Shuojing, the first snow of this winter finally ushered in.

The snow grains resembled salt flocs, and the wind blew in from outside the city, flies flying in pieces. On the pomegranate tree in front of the window, the pomegranate is already ripe, and it is heavily pressed against the branch, as if it can fall by itself and fall into the snow-colored soil as long as it is lightly touched with the hand.

Tea was simmering on the stove in the room, and the square windows happened to reflect a snow scene. Someone stood in front of the window, staring at the snow outside the window in a daze.

“Although I have never seen what General Feihong’s sword is like, I think Miss He’s swordsmanship is not worse than him.” Jiang Jiao’s words came to his ears again, he turned his head, walked to the table, and picked up the table. Long sword on the top.

The silk cloth covering the sword body has been pulled apart, revealing the full appearance of the sword. The sword body is very narrow, mostly for the convenience of women’s grasp.

Everyone knows that the two famous generals of Wei, Fengyun’s Yinqiu sword, and Feihong’s Qinglang sword, are sharp weapons in the world, cutting gold like mud. What’s more precious than their swords is their swordsmanship, their sharp blades, and they have reached the realm.

He rarely encountered He Rufei, and He Rufei’s swordsmanship was really not beautiful. Later, when he secretly gave instructions to him, it was better than in the past. However, since He Rufei joined the army, he has not had the opportunity to see He Rufei’s sword, so he has only heard about He Rufei’s swordsmanship.

There were thick stacks of letters stacked on the table, Xiao Jue picked it up casually, flipped through it a few times, his eyes narrowed slightly.

He Rufei and Grandma Xu were born at the same time on the vernal equinox. At the age of fourteen, He Rufei entered the Xianchang Pavilion. At the age of fifteen, He Rufei joined the Vietnamese army, waiting for He Rufei to become more and more prominent. At that time, shortly before returning to Beijing to receive the reward, the second lady of the He family, “He Yan,” who had been recuperating on Zhuangzi, also returned to Beijing.

He Rufei received the reward and was given the title of “General Feihong”. The relationship with Miss He Er and Xu Zhiheng almost happened at the same time.

Miss He Er became Grandma Xu, and Grandma Xu went blind three months after she married into Xu’s family. One year later, he fell and drowned.

Regarding the dead grandmother Xu, there are very few things that can be found during her lifetime. Except for marrying Xu Zhiheng, she has nothing worthy of attention in the He family, as if it was like an inconspicuous dust that few people noticed. The only thing in her life that can be contaminated with some fresh brilliance is that after returning to Beijing, there is a good relationship that everyone admires. It’s a pity that this little bit of good thing seems to have exhausted her luck. Then, blindness, death, and return to nothingness like a dust.

Her birth and death were set off by her elder brother He Rufei, like tiny boulders thrown into the sea, and it was difficult to arouse a splash of water. People heard it, but at most they just sighed.

A poor, humble, unattended woman.

He picked up another letter. In this letter, unlike Grandma Xu, it was densely recorded about the interesting things about another girl with the same name and surname since she was born.

He Yan, the daughter of Wei Hesui, the city gate school, even though she lost her mother when she was young and from a poor family, she was still pampered under the care of her father. She is as alive as all the girls who grew up in ordinary homes in the city. She loves rouge powder and beautiful dresses. She can’t carry her hands on her shoulders. Her biggest wish is to marry a well-off family. If this If there is another official in the family and the husband is handsome again, it is really thankful.

The entanglement between her and Fan Cheng is known to all neighbors. Looking at the little girl who grew up in the street, wanting to know her past, it is easy to ask the past from house to house. It is precisely because of this that the “Miss He Da” in the neighbors’ mouths and the current Wu’an Hou “He Yan” are different.

Miss He loves beauty, but He Yan wears only men’s clothes. Miss He pays attention to dressing, and it doesn’t matter that He Yan and a dozen men squeeze a big shop. Miss He is delicate and weak, and she has to pant after two steps. He Yan runs regularly in Liangzhouwei every day, and he can throw hundreds of catties of stone locks easily.

The same face has completely different temperaments.

She can memorize the “Wu Zi Art of War”, knows the training soldiers well, can see the weakness of Utuo’s art of war at a glance, and can also face the enemy’s long-sword face. There can be no such genius in the world, and it is impossible to appear in Liangzhouwei, but if this person is not a genius, but a titan who has grown up from the treacherous battlefield, it seems that all the unexplainable things are there. Reasonable explanation.

Xiao Jue was silent, put all the letters in his hand back into the drawer, turned around and walked out the door.

His yard was very large and there were a lot of vacancies. Xiao Jue walked towards the innermost room. There was a guard handle at the door of the room. When Xiao Jue came over, he gave way.

Xiao Jue walked in.

In the room, Mother Qin and Niu Blacksmith were sitting on the edge of the cave, not knowing what they were talking about. When she saw Xiao Jue at first glance, Mother Qin was so frightened that she immediately stood up and said, “My lord.”

Now Xu Zhiheng was looking around for Mother Qin’s whereabouts. There were two brothers who had previously returned from the city in the other yard. Mother Qin was in trouble living there. Xiao Jue asked them to be sent to his yard. Even if Xu Zhiheng had the courage, he did not dare to come to Xiao’s family to find someone. There were guards guarding the door, and Mother Qin couldn’t escape.

After Xiao Jue came in, he didn’t speak, but his eyes fell on Mother Qin.

Mother Qin trembled slightly, and now she still knows nothing about this handsome young man, but every time she sees the other person’s eyes, her back chills.

“How did Grandma Xu die?” Xiao Jue asked.

Mother Qin was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously replied, “I was killed by Aunt He.”

“I mean, how did she die?”

Mother Qin recovered, swallowed her saliva, and said, “The slave and maid didn’t know what happened that day. I only knew that the grandma’s maid gave the grandma a cup of tea first, and there was something in the tea. The grandma did. Kung Fu, Kung Fu is not bad, probably… They were afraid that the grandma would run away. Later, the grandma couldn’t move. The family members injured the grandma with a stick, dragged her to the pond, and pressed her head down… …”

As if recalling the tragedy of that day, Mother Qin said, she felt cold all over.

Grandma Xu died terribly. She didn’t struggle, screamed, didn’t beg for mercy, didn’t collapse like those on the verge of death, she just stubbornly rebelled against fate, she was obviously blind, she couldn’t see anything, but her The bottom of my eyes is like a fire, resolute, tenacious, and hard-working resistance. Because of this, the moment when that body was pressed into the pool water and gradually stopped moving and lost its breath, it was so shocking.

Mother Qin closed her eyes, “The grandmother was drowned, but she didn’t fall to death by drowning, but she was pushed into the pool and drowned alive.”

Xiao Jue’s fingertips trembled.

The past gradually emerged in front of him, and there was a sea of fire on the smoke-bearing canal. In the spring, the river water is still cool, and the underwater girl is not as lively as usual. She obviously can swim, but her body gradually becomes stiff. She looked painful, and her long hair spread out underwater, as fragile and fragile as colored glaze, as if it was going to disappear underwater in the next moment.

Those who had been scorched by the fire later evaded when they saw the fire, and those who fell off the horse and wounded would never mount their horses again in the future. Then the woman who died in the cold water of the pool would never be able to let go of it if she re-entered the water in the future, as long as she remembered the cold water of the pool at the moment before she died, and the unavailable despair of being so close to the sky.

I see.

Madam Qin didn’t know the meaning of the other party’s question, and she was still telling her: “My lord, the slave and maidservant really did not participate! It was all made by Aunt He, no, it was all made by the uncle, and the slave and maid just stood among those wives. , The maidservant did nothing…”

Before she finished speaking, she saw the young man in front of her who had opened the door and walked out.

The door was closed behind him, and Xiao Jue took a few steps forward. In the snowy night, his style was cold, and the dull feeling of suffocation in the house was blown away.

He walked slowly along the corridor. There is no moon tonight, and the lonely lamp is shining. The past flashed in front of him like a revolving lantern. Those familiar images finally pierced into his heart like a sharp sword. A sharp pain spread.

Time and space overlap, under the moonlight, the girl in the strong outfit pulls up the long bow laboriously, tirelessly over and over again, in the wilderness of Liangzhouwei, slowly blurring, blurring into a familiar figure, the teenager wearing a mask is clumsy Waving a long sword in his hand, he fell into a bruise and swollen face.

He sighed: “Someone has worked so hard, yet so vulnerable.”

The girl was full of wine, and asked angrily: “Why would you rather like Leihou than me! I am disappointed in terms of appearance, skill, or the relationship between you and me in the past!”

The boy who stumbled on the back of “University” in the Xianchang Pavilion can now memorize the whole story effortlessly after being drunk, yet still have his arms around his waist, expecting Ai Ai to beg for a compliment from his father.

On the martial arts field, she looked at the recruits who were training underneath, and answered her questions fluently. When she was praised, she smiled and boasted: “Sometimes I even think that I was a female general in my previous life.”

The highest realm of a liar is to hide under seemingly unintentional lies when he tells the truth.

Hua Youxian smiled and asked him: “Is this girl next to you the little girl back then?”

Is she the little girl back then?

Is it the little girl who is in a mess, serious and stubborn, hardworking and withdrawn?

Is it the little girl who can say “The person holding the sword in his hand should understand where the sword’s edge is pointing, whether it is facing the enemy in front of him or the weak behind. I will never draw the sword to the weak”?

Was it the little girl who was forgotten on the farm by her classmates, who refused to betray her friend even if she had a bruised nose and swollen face?

It was the same big grandmother Xu, who was in the Yuhua Temple, on the Snow Lotus Mountain, tried to find her death once and then came again, crying at him, crying, but inexplicably pitiful.

At that time, he held an umbrella for her, gave her a candy, and gave her a moonlight that didn’t exist, but he didn’t know that she had been so miserable, so miserable that he couldn’t even have his real name. , On a moonless night, hiding behind a mask alone, spent many years alone and humble.

He saved him once, but failed to save her a second time.

At the Water God Festival in Jiyang, He Yan’s face was hidden under the legendary raccoon mask who was punished for lying, and he told ten secrets and ten truths.

“I have had a relationship with the governor in my last life.”

“I was a female general in my previous life!”

That’s how it is, that’s how it is.

He raised his head, the sky was dark and dark, there was no bright moon like frost tonight, the wind was like water, and the scenery was infinitely clear. It was so cold tonight, he only lied to her once, but she lied to him for many years, so that when the lie was revealed, it would be especially heartache.

Xiao Jue walked very slowly and came to the end of the corridor, in front of the study, under the pomegranate tree under the flower wall. There seems to be a girl smiling like a flower, trying to reach out to pick the still green pomegranate, again and again, the back gradually overlaps with a certain spring day many years ago.

He was on the tree, she was under the tree, the mask firmly covered the little girl’s face, only a pair of bright eyes were exposed, and the funny gesture of struggling to pounce on the yellow loquat. The white-robed boy fell to the ground, looking at the thin and short girl in front of him, the corners of his mouth slightly twitched.

That day, the spring breeze was warm, the sky was blue and the water was green, as we saw at the beginning.

Someone’s voice sounded, in the long sky, in the wilderness, by the spring water, with unspeakable melancholy, scattered in the night breeze with countless fireflies in the depths of the dense forest.

“Sometimes if you have been a stand-in for someone for a long time, you will inevitably forget who you are.”

“Captain, you must remember my name.”

“My name is……”

The youth’s beautiful and clear eyes gradually darkened. He lowered his eyes, looked at the tightly held sachet in his hand, and gently spit out two words.

“He Yan.”