Rebirth of a Star General

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After the New Year's Eve, although it was the Spring Festival, the snow did not stop. After a night of snow, there was a layer of hoarfrost in the yard.

When He Yan woke up, Xiao Jue was no longer there.

It is strange to say that she was not a lazy person. When she lived in Datong shop in Liangzhou, the man who was full of the house woke up just before dawn. But I don't know if Xiao Jue's bed is particularly soft and warm. He slept soundly in the night and got up late in the morning. It was because Xiao Jue was too early, anyway, when she woke up, no one was around.

He Yan rubbed his eyes and sat up, lifted the quilt and got out of bed. After a simple grooming, he opened the door in his outer clothes. As soon as he opened it, he saw a cold light.

Xiao Jue is practicing sword in the yard.

This person knows the truth of not practicing hands for three days. Now he is not in Liangzhouwei, but he has never put down his daily training. He Yan simply leaned on the pillar to look at him, and by the way, he saw where Xiao Jue's swordsmanship grew over the years.

It was cold in the morning, but Xiao Jue only wore a cream-colored suit. When he wore dark clothes, he was cold and calm. When he wore light clothes, he was extraordinarily beautiful and reminiscent, which reminded him that the Xianchang Hall was always ranked first. Beautiful boy comes.

The Xiao family’s courtyard is huge. There is no vegetation except for the pomegranate tree outside the window of Xiao Jue’s study. The open ground is suitable for practicing swords. One sword is swept away. The snow in the courtyard is flying around with the sword gas. Yin Qiujian's sword body is crystal-clear, and the lining people are as stunning as the picture.

He Yan looked at it and tickled his hand. Go back to the house in two or three steps and grab the green hanging on the wall.

After Qinglang took it back from He Rufei's hand, she wiped it many times, but it was never used once, and it was really not used in any occasion. After all, Shuo Jing is not on the battlefield, nor can he draw a sword to compete with people at any time. But today is just right. Anyway, Xiao Jue is also practicing swords. It is better to see how long the gap between the first and last counties of Xianchang Hall and Xianchang Hall is insurmountable as before.

He Yan took off her cloak, took Qinglang and chuckled, and walked out of the door. Xiao Jue turned her back on her. She pulled her sword and stabbed behind Xiao Jue. She said, "Xiao Jue, I will try Try your sword!"

The young man turned back suddenly, drinking autumn to meet Qinglang in his hand, making a clear sound, and at the next moment, the two stepped back.

Xiao Jue looked at her and raised her eyebrows slightly: "Better than a sword?"

"Don't you dare?" He Yan toeed lightly and rushed towards him with a smile and waving his sword.

"Bong company." His voice was warm, too, and it sounded particularly sweet in the early morning when it snowed.

Ome holding a broom, and when he came out, they saw the two practicing swords in the yard, and they were stupefied for a while. Although she knew that He Yan was so powerful, she always listened to others saying that she had never seen it herself. Seeing the smoothness of He Yanjian's envoy now, it was both amazed and nervous, and murmured: "Young Master can show mercy to our men, our young lady is so delicate..."

Fei Nu just walked in from outside, heard the words, and couldn't help but glance at He Yan. He Yan was avoiding Xiao Jue's Yinqiu sideways, kicked the pomegranate trunk in the yard, and flew back to him. The feet seem to be inadvertent, but the whole trunk twitched slightly, and the snow fell to the ground.

He withdrew his gaze, and he really couldn't see where the words "beautiful and weak" started.

He Yan turned to look at Xiao Jue.

Comparing swords with Xiao Jue is a very pleasant thing.

This man's swordsmanship was excellent at that time. Now, after many years, it is more and more superb, and it is similar to He Yan's own swordsmanship. After all, her swordsmanship was pointed out by Xiao Jue at the beginning. To this day, some initial shadows remain. It's just that the stupid guy who was accidentally hit by the scabbard in the bamboo forest under the moon. Now the long sword is in his hands, such as You Long Feiyan, very clever, and you come and go with the young people, it is difficult to tell the winner.

"Feinu guard," Qingmei couldn't understand, and asked the people around him: "Have the young master let the young lady?"

"You don't have to let it." Feinu was a little surprised in his heart. "Young Lady's swordsmanship is very good."

He Yan’s swordsmanship is exquisite, and the angle is strange. Liu Bu forget to see that she is a woman, how “changeable” she is with the sword move, she is not limited to form and form, and changes a lot, Qing Lang is at hand, such as the blue Yun Xia, the shaking people Dazzled. Xiao Jue's sword moves are more "stable", the sword is strong, the strong is stronger, he is surrounded by He Yan, and the move is broken, the autumn is cold, and the snow on the ground is like a mirror like ice .

After fighting a dozen more tricks, He Yan suddenly stepped back and whispered while covering his chest with his head down.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Jue acted and immediately put away the long sword and stepped forward to support her and said, "What's wrong?"

He Yan was half embraced by him, suddenly raised his head and smiled slyly, Xiao Jue stunned, the next moment, she took a palm shot, Xiao Jue reached out to block, still a few steps backwards by her shot.

"Take the wise man and cut his emotions. He can be turned into a victory by beauticians, his ambitions, and his weak body."

With a long sword in her hand, the girl proudly said, "Duke Xiaodu can't do it, he can't even understand the beauty plan."

"Beauty plan?" He asked slowly, with a chuckle a moment later, the sword came back.

He Yan raised his sword to resist.

The two dismantled dozens more tricks.

Xiao Jue imprisoned He Yan's arm with one hand, and He Yan's hand was restrained from behind by him. This person was still free to tease in her ear: "Selfie beauty? You are confident."

"Shishi can not be humiliated." He Yan slammed back, pulled his hand out, pressed the sword forward, and then raised his sword backwards.

The young man's eyes moved slightly, and suddenly he closed his sword and fell behind him, facing the other's sword tip. His sword was caught off guard, and the sword in He Yan's hand was fierce. Seeing that the tip of the sword was about to pierce his chest, He Yan felt anxious and pulled back his hand. It was just that Jian Qi moved forward, and she was also brought forward by Jian Qi, avoiding inevitable, so she plunged into Xiao Jue's arms.

Xiao Jue was forced to hug her full of arms.

"What are you doing?" He Yan said angrily.

Xiao Jue replied unhurriedly: "If you don't harm yourself, you must be hurt." He looked down at He Yan, his lips slightly hooked, "General He can't do it, he can't understand the bitterness."

"Bitter meat plan?" He Yan said with air: "Do you think it's appropriate to use the bitter meat plan as a governor of the right army?"

"The soldiers are not deceitful." He was calm.

He Yan sighed: "It's too mean."

The man in front of him looked down at her from top to bottom, with black eyes hiding a few smiles. He Yan looked at him, and saw him slowly leaning over, closing his eyes nervously in amazement.

At the next moment, a slight shock came from the chest that was being held. She opened her eyes, Xiao Jue Ren stared at her with a smile, stopped at a distance from her, raised her eyebrows and said: "Beauty plan?"

He Yan suddenly felt a sense of shame when he was scolded by himself, and turned away without saying a word.

He was dragged back by Xiao Jue again and kissed gently on her forehead. "General He is powerful, I admit defeat."

Ome: "..."

She looked away sharply, holding her hand in front of her eyes, and whispered: "...how suddenly...

Chiwu didn't know when he came or how long he had been watching here, frowning and opening his mouth: "Which is more than a sword, it is clearly flirting, and Master is really... how can I treat Yinqiu like this?"

When Qingmei heard the words, she seemed to see Chiwu. When she saw Chiwu, she remembered what He Yan had said to her when he was in the New Year's Eve. Suddenly without a word, he went out with a broom, without looking at Chiwu.

Chi Wu was inexplicably asked Feinu: "I didn't provoke her? What happened to her?"

Flying slave: "..."

He patted Chiwu's shoulder, said nothing, and left.

...

On the morning of the same day, a guest also came to the Prince's House.

When Chu Zhao was ushered into the hall, Ying Xiang was kneeling on the ground and pouring tea for Guangyan. Guang Yan saw Chu Zhao, only glanced at him, and said, "What are you doing?"

For Chu Zhao, Guangyan is not annoying, but it is not like it. It was okay when there was Xu Jingfu originally. After Xu Jingfu's death, he looked at Chu Zhao extensively. But to say where Chu Zhao offended him, fortunately, thinking about it, Guangyan just didn't like his humble origin, and his excessively beautiful appearance.

"Share your sorrow for your Highness."

Guangyan laughed and said, "Fenyou?" He slowly sat up straight and looked at Chu Zhao. "You are going to kill Guangshuo's idiot, even if you are worrying about this palace."

Guangshuo has almost stayed in the palace these days, and the guards never leave him. Guangyan's words are also angry words.

"Your Highness is anxious?" Chu Zhao was not angry and asked warmly.

"Chu Zilan!" The crown prince waved his arms impatiently. "Xu Jingfu is dead. Is it time for his students to teach this palace how to do things?"

Chu Zhaodao said: "Secretaries only hope that everything is well."

"Then you don't talk nonsense!" The prince seemed to have expected what he was going to say, staring at him dumbly. "Don't forget your identity, Chu Zilan. If something goes wrong in this palace, you also run No, don’t think about leaving the whole body. What you have to do now is to help the palace succeed, instead of dragging the hindquarters behind. As for those preaching, all are put away for the palace, otherwise, Xu Jingfu today, It's your tomorrow!"

Ying Xiang stood quietly, lowering her head docilely, but just looking carefully, she could see her slightly white fingertips.

"You go back." Guang Yan got up impatiently: "Don't dangle in front of this palace, look upset!"

After a moment of silence, Chu Zhao's expression remained unchanged, and he smiled and stood up to salute, "So, the courtier said goodbye first."

"Wait." Guangyan suddenly stopped and glanced at Ying Xiang, a meaningful opening, "Ying Xiang, you go to give away the four sons of Chu."

Ying Xiang's body stiffened and responded gently: "Yes."

She walked to Chu Zhao and whispered: "Come on, four sons."

The two went out of the hall together.

Although there is a sun today, it is still cold. Stepping on the ground, a thin footprint is printed.

"Are the people of Maningbu still coming these days?" Chu Zhao spoke softly.

"Yes." Ying Xiang replied, "Prince returned from the palace last night, and those people came again."

The two of them came one step behind and happened to be one step away. From the side, they looked like they were just maintaining their politeness and were not very familiar.

"It seems that the Prince has an idea in his heart." Chu Zhao sighed.

Ying Xiang looked ahead, "What are the four sons going to do?"

Chu Zhaodao: "Do your best."

"The slave maid heard that the four sons had seen the girl He once in the night." Ying Xiang suddenly changed her head. "You know, now girl He is the sweetheart of Xiao Dudu. If the four sons use girl He as bait, at least it can solve the problem. He also has the capital to make a deal with Xiao Dudu. Why should the four sons give up?"

"no need."

Ying Xiang stopped.

Chu Zhao saw her like this and looked back at her.

"The four sons once said to the slave-maid that girl He would become Xiao Dudu's weakness." The woman in front of her looked gorgeous, but her eyes were like ice, which was both fragile and cold, and her voice was still soft. The words were as sharp as a sword, "But now, the son is wrong, she is not Xiao Dudu's weakness, but the son's weakness."

Chu Zhao looked at her quietly, and after a while, he looked forward and said warmly: "Ying Xiang, are you okay in the Prince's Mansion?"

Ying Xiang was stunned for a while, and the coldness that had condensed in her eyes suddenly dissipated into smoke. Her expression became a little confused. After a while, she lowered her head and said, "The slave-servant is doing well."

Chu Zhao smiled, "If you have a good life, you will do."

He continued to walk forward, Ying Xiang paused, and followed.

The carriage stopped at the door of the Prince's mansion, and Chu Zhao looked back at her, "Go back, it's been too long, I'm afraid your Highness will be dissatisfied."

Ying Xiang raised the corner of her mouth and smiled at him, but it was a bit sad in this smile.

Chu Zhao got up in a carriage, and the carriage drove him away. Ying Xiang didn't go back immediately, just stood at the door, looking at the direction of the carriage going away, until she could not see anything, she slowly turned around and walked inward step by step.

There was no one in the palace, the maidservant said to her: "Miss Yingxiang, Your Highness will let you go to the bedroom."

Her body shook slightly, her lips were pale, and after a moment, she lifted the skirt corner and walked towards the bedroom.

As soon as he arrived in the bedroom, he saw Prince Guangyan leaning on the soft slump, and when Yingxiang came in, Guangyan played and said: "Why have you been here for so long?"

Ying Xiang walked quietly and raised her smile, "Have you been here? But Han Zhukung Kung Fu, his Highness can't provoke slaves like this."

She knelt down in front of Guangyan, snuggled on Guangyan's knee, and Guangyan loved her in the past with her pitiful and lovely appearance. Only today, his hand touched Ying Xiang's hair room, the tone was palpable and soft, like the calm before the storm was brewing, "Half the incense time, it is enough to do some things? For example, will this palace Report the big and small matters in this Prince's mansion to Chu Zilan together?"

"Your Highness?" Ying Xiang's eyes widened in amazement. "What does this mean?"

The gentle hands touching her hair were tightened, and her throat was strangled. Ying Xiang's slender white neck was born, and it made people feel compassionate when they looked. Now in this palm, it seems as if it will be broken next time, weak and sad.

"What is the reason for Chu Zilan's visit today? He is not a roundworm in the belly of this palace. He knows everything this palace thinks? This palace entered the palace yesterday, and today he hurried to the door, Yingxiang and Yingxiang," Guang Yanjing Holding her, she said cruelly: "It's the palace who looked down upon you!"

Chu Zhaolai was too coincident, of course, perhaps because he was too eager to stop himself, but exposed. Guangyan used to be a suspicious person. The reason why he had never doubted Ying Xiang was because the woman's appearance was really deceptive. She looks no different from any woman in this house who is desperately trying to please herself. And because it was sent by Chu Zhao, there was no one to rely on behind him, so he was very dedicated to serving himself.

In all fairness, it is not without reason to extend Yingxiang's love of Yingxiang. Even if Ying Xiang's appearance is comparable to that of the palace, few people can compare with it. But now that she knows that she is in this crown prince's house, she secretly sends a message to Chu Zilan. This love becomes anger and humiliation for betrayal!

"Bitch!" He let go of his hand violently, slap in the palm, and the woman fell straight to the ground, and she didn't get up for a while.

"This palace said that you were born so beautiful, and this palace asked you, and he was willing to give it away. For so many years, he didn't even touch you." An indecent smile floated on Guangyan's face, "This Chu Zilan's plan is not small, so to support you is not to raise a tool. When the time comes, you will be sent out to sell as a human relationship. Just Ying Xiang," he slowly crouched down in front of Ying Xiang, pulling Ying Xiang’s hair forced her to look up at herself, “Does this palace treat you badly? Since entering the palace’s mansion, how can you still think about doing things for him? Did you forget that your current master is this Palace, not Chu Zilan!"

Ying Xiang looked up at him, her face was widened by Fang Cai, the red mark was deep, there was a little blood on the corner of her mouth, and there was a blue mark on her neck. However, the expression was not half angry and scared, and he was still as gentle as usual, staring affectionately at Guangyan, and whispered: "The slave-servant is the man of His Highness."

It's hard to imagine that a woman who was born so charming and beautiful, but did not have the same arrogant and wanton personality, but instead looked like a helpless white rabbit, always pitiful, low-browed.

Guangyan loosened her hand, she fell again, and was kicked in the heart again.

"It's this time, you are still pretending to be in front of this palace, but you are loyal to Chu Zilan and have a deep affection. However, he is not as good to you as you are to him." Guang Yan stood up, his voice obscure , "You said, if this palace killed you, would he avenge you?"

"Slave slave... is a man of His Royal Highness, death is a ghost of His Royal Highness, and has nothing to do with the four sons of Chu." Ying Xiang replied softly.

"It's a good talk." The crown prince's palm is joyous: "It's such a talk, and I don't blame this palace for petting you for so long."

"Just, bitch, you need to know," a flash of light flashed in his eyes. "The most hated thing in this life of this palace is infidelity. You have to be a mistress with Chu Zilan. This palace will not stop you, but, Whatever you do, you have to pay."

He turned to look at Ying Xiang.

Ying Xiang raised his head and met his violent gaze, unable to resist a cold war.

"This palace won't kill you, but it won't make you feel better," he said.