Chapter 2

Spring rain seems to have no end, next non-stop.

The room is very warm, the stove is burning vigorously, the top of the boiling medicine pot lid is blown up by the water vapor top, you can clearly hear the sound of "Gu Du Gu Du".

The girl sat in front of the mirror, the bronze mirror showed a slightly pale face, long eyebrows reduced green, thin green and red, lips like small water chestnut, pursed, elegant and alienated. A pair of apricot eyes black and moist, like the next moment to gather the mist of the mountain stream, the cloud light dispersed, revealing the magnificent gem. She is a beautiful girl, but she is only beautiful.

Of course, she knows her beauty very well. In front of her small dressing table, she has already been full of rouge, water powder and perfume. The smell of powder lingers around him. Heyan shrugs his nose and sneezes.

The bronze mirror was covered with a layer of frost by the exhaled heat, and his face became indistinct. He Yan was in a trance for a moment, as if he had returned to the moment when he first took off his men's clothes. He also sat in front of the mirror and looked at the woman's appearance in the mirror like an afterlife.

She was drowned in the pond of Xu family by He Shi's men and horses, but when she woke up, she became Heyan. He Yan, Xu Zhiheng's wife, is not the younger sister of he Rufei, the general of Feihong. He Yan, the eldest daughter of he Sui, the master of this dilapidated house, is the eldest daughter of he Sui.

All of them are Heyan, whose status is different from each other.

"Yan Yan, why don't you say it when you wake up?" With the sound of the outside, the curtain of the door was lifted, and the figure rolled in with the cold wind.

It was a bearded middle-aged man with a Chinese face, black skin, tall, like a clumsy and strong bear, smiling with a trace of careful ingratitude. Seeing that there was no one in the room, he called out, "where are the green plums?"

"Green plum picked up the medicinal materials." He Yan's soft voice.

The man scratched his head and said, "Oh, Dad, pour it for you."

The white porcelain medicine bowl was not as big as the man's palm. He knew this, so he poured it carefully. The house was filled with the bitter fragrance of herbs. He Yan looks at the plum blossom on the edge of the medicine bowl, and his eyes move to the man's face. This is He Yan's father, the captain of Chengmen school, he Sui.

The word "father" is strange to Heyan.

Her father should be He Yuan Liang, the second father of the he family. But because he was the second uncle of he Rufei, she could only be called he Yuanliang's second uncle. Her foster father, he Yuansheng, is actually her uncle.

The relationship between her adoptive father and her was not very close, and when she first proposed to learn martial arts, it once fell to the freezing point. It was only after she earned meritorious service and the emperor's award that she became enthusiastic. In the past few years, although she had not been short of food and drink, Dafang didn't really know what she was thinking. When he Yan was young, he thought it was because he was not his own father, but he Yuanliang treated her lightly. About when the daughter who sent out the water, not only did not support in the side, the sentiment is also light.

Therefore, the appearance of her father is not as clear as that of her brother in Heyan's mind.

In front of Yan Suihe, take care of the medicine in front of her and blow it into the water.

He Yan took the medicine bowl and said, "I will come by myself."

The man took back his hand and said, "good."

The soup gives off a curl of heat. He Yan hesitantly looks at the medicine bowl in front of her. She thinks of what he said before she died.

"That bowl of poison blind you medicinal materials, but the elders of your family personally sent it!"

Is he Yuansheng the elder of the family? Or he Yuanliang? Or someone else? Xu Zhiheng is informed. What about others?

She thought of the day she was drowned, the cup of hot tea that Xiaodie handed over. Who knows if the things sent by others are evil?

He Sui saw that she didn't drink it for a long time. He thought that she thought the medicine was bitter. He said with a smile: "Yan Yan is not afraid. If it's not bitter, just drink it."

Heyan no longer hesitated, waiting for hesui to continue to speak, he put his lips to the edge of the bowl, raised his head and poured a bowl of medicine into it.

"Wait..." He Sui didn't have time to speak. He Yan had put the empty bowl on the table, and then he spit out the remaining words in his mouth: "hot..."

"Not hot." He Yan answered.

He Sui didn't know what to say for a while. He murmured a few times, and whispered, "well, you should rest in the house. Don't run around. Dad will go to the martial arts field first." Take away the empty bowl.

He Yan was left alone in the room. She was a little relieved. She was not used to such close communication with people, especially as a woman, or such a girl who was pampered and held in the palm of her hand.

The maid Qingmei hasn't come back yet. He Sui doesn't have a lot of silver every month. Now the Chengmen captain is just a military officer with no real power. He has very little money. The people in this room are supported by hesui's money. Even the maidservant can only afford one. The rest of the money is probably the rouge and water powder that Miss He fills the table with.

He Yan stood up and went to the door.

This soft body, such as white jade, fragrant and tender, is completely strange to her. Without strength, she can not protect herself. If there is anything special, it is a pair of clean and bright eyes that can let her see the light of the world that she has not seen for a long time."Dong" a sound, behind the sound of heavy landing, Heyan turned his head, standing in front of her youth is shoulder bound wood unloading.

He was a young boy, about the same age as Heyan. He was wearing a blue cloth waist jacket, walking pants of the same color, and white cloth strips on his legs, so as to facilitate his work. He has a dark complexion. His eyebrows and eyes are similar to Heyan's. He is delicate and clear-cut, but his chin is a little narrower. He looks resolute, stubborn and arrogant.

He Yunsheng, the younger son of hesui, is the younger brother of miss heta.

He Yan is lying in bed these days. He Yun was born several times. He came to deliver water to the stove and didn't say a word to him. The relationship between them seems not to be very good, but He looked at the crudely made unfit cloth and looked at his little satin dress, which was very clear, but surprised.

In that he family, women pave the way for men. Men are the heaven and the earth, as if they are the center of the world. However, it is different in this family. It seems that the little son of his own family seems to have picked it up. The food and clothes of he family are all closely related to miss heta. Why?

He Yan blocks in front of he Yunsheng and does not move a step. He Yunsheng piles the firewood under the eaves and starts chopping firewood.

The family was really poor. The only servant was a maid, while his son did the work of a servant.

He Yan is in front of the firewood pile, he Yunsheng split two times, slightly frowned, "excuse me, you block me."

Not even a sister.

He Yan did not move. He did not move aside, nor did he make sarcastic remarks as usual. He Yunsheng can't help but lift his head and take a serious look at shangheyan.

He Yan said, "you can't chop firewood like this."

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