Rebirth of a Star General - Chapter 75

Chapter 75

When He Yan was young, she was not as clever as she is now. If she was asked to look at herself in the past with her current eyes, it would be too stupid.

She was not very good at civil and martial arts at the time, similar to the current Cheng Lisu, and considered a “junk boy”, but unlike Cheng Lisu who had a powerful uncle, the He family’s family background was not considered to be in the Xianchang Pavilion. What, therefore, is not as lovable as Cheng Lisu.

What’s more, she wore a mask all day long when she was a teenager, always appearing incompatible with everyone. Because there was a ghost in his heart, he never dared to show his feet when he came and went with the teenagers. After going back and forth, he was rejected by the other students in Xianchang Hall.

The rejection of the teenagers came straightforward, at first it was just playing differently with her, not calling her when Cuju. Later, she became more vigorous, the reason, it was not a big deal, it was because she worked too hard.

He Yan had a tendon when he was a child and caught the idea of “the stupid bird flies first”, so he really started with the stupid bird. The worse the humanities and martial arts, the more they must learn, and learn more seriously than anyone else. Even though the gentlemen of Xianchangguan feel that this child is really not a material for studying and practicing martial arts, they are often moved by He Yan’s persistent spirit of studying. So he often praised He Yan in class.

“Study diligently is like a seedling that springs up. If you don’t see it increase, you will grow up with each passing day. Take a look at He Rufei, and learn from others!”

They are all fourteen or five-year-old young men, who have always been fond of fighting for the best, so they just need to learn from others. What to learn from He Yan? Learn from him every day, study hard and practice hard every day, but always the last one? I’m afraid it’s not the brain that is broken?

However, several gentlemen seem to like He Yan very much.

The young people’s anger started from their hearts, and their evil was on the guts, jealousy and disdain mixed, they saw the kid wearing the mask more and more unpleasant, and made He Yan some trouble every few hours.

Today, I deliberately cut He Yan’s clothes during the knife comparison. Tomorrow I will train a horse to feed her sneezeweed. Sometimes I deliberately poke a hole in her boots, accidentally fall to the ground, and teach a stone to cut the sole of the foot. When He Yan got up from the ground embarrassedly, the teenagers hid together and made fun of her.

When He Yan was a teenager, he had a dumb brain and a dumb mouth. He couldn’t do anything to file a complaint with his husband. Gentlemen didn’t know the little actions of the students in private. He Yan had a difficult time very much.

One day, it was winter, and the weather was very cold. When the teenagers were practicing swords in the academy, they did not know who poured a basin of water on the ground. The water froze very quickly on the ground. They urged He Yan outside: “He Rufei , Hurry up, hurry up, sir calls you!”

He Yan ran out in a hurry, slipped on his feet, and fell into a big horse.

The fall was so heavy that she only felt that her head was staring at Venus, and she hadn’t gotten up for a long time. Those teenagers hid in the corner and laughed, only saying: “He really was fooled!”

He Yan sat there for a while before standing up, pursing his lips, and said nothing. The students of Xianchang Hall returned home once a month. There was no clean one of the clothes she brought this month. After every teasing, the gods didn’t have so many clothes. In this weather, the sun hadn’t been seen for a long time, and it was difficult to dry.

He Yan spent the whole day wearing semi-damp clothes. At night, she got up from the bed, did not go to practice sword, and ran into the hall of the academy.

The clay figurine also has a three-pointed earthy nature, not to mention that she is also the eldest master of the He family anyway, a little bit temperamental. However, she still judges the situation. Those young people are tall and tall, and they are much better than her, and they can’t beat them. Is it just that? It is impossible.

How can I get out of this bad breath?

Fourteen-year-old He Yan thought for a long time, and finally came up with a way.

It started to snow at night. She wore clothes that hadn’t dried yet, braved the wind and snow, went to the backyard well to get a bucket of water, and ran to the hall with the bucket of water.

She remembered where everyone in the group of teenagers sat in the day. She found their copybooks from under their desks. This month’s homework was to copy “Xing Li Zi Xun” five times. Tomorrow is the end of the month when they hand in their homework.

He Yan poured all the bucket of water on it.

The water soaked the handwriting instantly, and it became a big blur. He Yan let out a sigh of relief, and after that, a trace of tension rose again.

She hurriedly tucked the copybook back to its original position, and hurried out carrying the empty bucket, but it was the first time she had done this kind of thing. It was unavoidable that she dared not turn on the light in the dark, and walked to the door without looking at her feet. With a “pop” on the threshold, it fell firmly.

She sucked in pain and fell twice in one day, and this time it was even worse. Her elbow hit the wooden thorn on the threshold, and she made a cut, and blood flowed out. He Yan sat up strenuously, raised that arm, and thought to himself, could it be that many acts of unrighteousness will kill himself?

She only did it once, okay, God treats her too harshly!

Anyway, I have to return the barrel quickly, barrel, by the way, where’s her barrel? She just remembered that she had fallen so hard just now, that the barrel fell on the ground, and it should have made a loud noise, awakening everyone, why is it still quiet now?

He Yan raised his head in a daze, stood up and walked two steps forward, only to see a person standing outside the door at some unknown time. He lazily leaned on the wooden door, facing He Yan with his back, and carrying an iron bucket in his hand.

It was Xiao Jue.

For a moment, He Yan didn’t dare to say anything nervous.

Did he see it? Did he not see it? Impossible, he must have seen it, he still holds the bucket in his hand. But if he didn’t see it, how should he explain it? Watering the flowers here in the middle of the night?

He Yan thought wildly. The boy saw her standing blankly on the spot, raising his eyebrows and said, “Don’t you hurt?”

He Yan: “Huh?”

His gaze fell on He Yan’s elbow, and because she was about to fetch water, she rolled up her sleeves. Between the white and tender elbows, a blood stain, like ugly embroidery, was particularly conspicuous under the faint lantern light.

He Yan subconsciously wanted to hide his hands behind his back.

The boy glanced at her impatiently, and said coldly: “Come with me.”

He Yan didn’t know why he wanted to listen to him. He was probably shocked and confused, so he followed ignorantly.

Xiao Jue first put the iron bucket back next to the well, and when she looked back, she was still in a daze with her arms raised, and sneered, with a meaningful expression: “You are so courageous and learn to do bad things.”

He Yan clenched her fists and said nothing, she was very nervous. On weekdays, Xiao Jue only walked with his few good teenagers. The other teenagers in the school hall were not very close, and He Yan didn’t know what this person thought. If he goes to report on himself…

A cold pot was thrown into his arms.

He Yan looked down and saw that it seemed to be a mandarin duck pot with a delicate body and intricately carved patterns.

She heard her own voice, as small as a gnat: “What is this?”

“Can’t use it?” The boy turned his head and looked lazy, “Medicine.”