The spring rain seems to have no end, and it will be down.

The room was very warm, the stove was burning brightly, and the lid of the medicine jar was poured up by the water vapor, and the sound of "gurgling" could be clearly heard.

The girl sat in front of the mirror, and a pale little face appeared in the bronze mirror, with long frowns and green, thin green and red, her lips were like small water chestnuts, pursed, delicate and alienated. Her almond eyes were dark and moist, like a mountain stream that was about to gather mist at the next moment, and the clouds and smoke were faintly dissipated, revealing a magnificent gem. Her snow-skinned and beautiful face, and her beauty was a beautiful girl, but she was just beautiful.

Of course, she knew her beauty very well, so in front of the small dressing table, there was already a full of rouge and powder and spice head paste. The smell of powder lingered around her, and He Yan shrugged his nose and couldn't help but sneeze.

The bronze mirror was immediately covered with white frost by the exhaled heat, and even his face became unsightly. 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 like this, looking at himself who looked like a woman in the mirror, as if he was a different life.

She was drowned in the pond of the Xu family by the He family, but when she woke up, she became He Yan. It was not the sister of General Feihong He Rufei, and the wife of Xu Zhiheng. It was He Yan, the owner of this dilapidated cottage, the eldest daughter of He Sui, the magistrate of the ninth-rank Wusanguan City Gate, He Yan.

They are all He Yan, and their status is different.

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

It was a middle-aged man with a bearded face, dark skin, tall figure, like a clumsy and strong bear, with a smile with a hint of careful pleasing. Seeing that there was no one in the room, he shouted loudly: "Cingmei, where is Qingmei?"

"I've gone to pick up the medicinal materials in Qingmei." He Yan said softly.

The man scratched his head and said, "Oh, then Daddy will pour it for you."

The white porcelain medicine bowl was not as big as the man's palm. He knew this, so he fell very carefully. The room was suddenly filled with the bitter fragrance of herbs. He Yan looked at the plum blossoms beside the medicine bowl and his eyes moved to the man's face. This was He Yan's father, He Sui, the city gate lieutenant.

The word "father" is unfamiliar to He Yan.

Her biological father should be He Yuanliang, the second master of the He family, but because of the identity of He Rufei, he could only call him He Yuanliang the second uncle. Her adoptive 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 dropped to freezing point. Only after she earned merits and received the emperor's praise did she become enthusiastic. In the past years, although the big house did not have enough food and drink, she didn't know what she was thinking. When He Yan was young, he thought it was because it was not his biological father, but his biological father He Yuanliang treated her indifferently. Perhaps it was because the water splashed out by the daughter she sent was not raised by her side, and the relationship became weak.

Therefore, the appearance of her father is not as clear as that of her brothers in He Yan's mind.

He Sui in front of him had already poured the medicine into a bowl, carefully snatched away the residue floating on the water, then blew it gently, and sent it to He Yan, and was about to feed her.

He Yan took the medicine bowl and said, "I'll do it myself."

The man withdrew his hand and said embarrassedly: "Okay."

The medicine was filled with heat. He Yan looked at the medicine bowl in front of her hesitantly. She thought of what He said before her death.

"That bowl of medicinal materials that are poisonous to you, but the elders in your clan personally delivered it!"

Is the elders in the clan He Yuansheng? Or He Yuanliang? Or someone else? Xu Zhiheng is aware of the situation. What about the others?

She thought of the day when she was drowned, the cup of hot tea that Xiaodie handed over. What someone else gave her, who knows if it was something with ulterior motives?

Seeing that she was not drinking for a long time, He Sui thought she was thinking that the medicine was bitter, and smiled and coaxed: "Yan Yan is not afraid, it's not bitter, just finish the medicine."

He Yan stopped hesitating and without waiting for He Sui to continue speaking, he put his lips to the edge of the bowl, raised his head and poured a bowl of medicine in.

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

"Not hot." He Yan replied.

He Sui didn't know what to say for a moment, so he stumbled for a few times and told softly: "Then you can rest in the house and don't run around, Dad will go to the martial arts field first." He took away the empty bowls.

He Yan was left in the room, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She was not used to such intimate communication with people, especially as a woman, or such a girl who was spoiled and held in her palm.

The maid Qingmei has not returned yet, and He Sui has not much silver every month. Now the city gate lieutenant is just a martial arts official, with no real power and very little money. The people in this room are supported by He Sui's own money, and even the maid can only afford one, and the other money has probably become rouge and water powder piled up on the table by Miss He.

He Yan stood up and walked to the door.

This body is soft, like white jade, fragrant and tender, and is completely unfamiliar to her. Without strength, she cannot protect herself. If there is anything particularly good, it is a pair of clean and bright eyes that can allow her to see the light of the world that she hasn't seen for a long time again.

With a "bang", the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground came from behind him. He Yan turned his head and the young man standing in front of her was removing the firewood tied on his shoulder.

The young man was not old, and he was about the same age as He Yanru. He wore a green cloth waistcoat, trousers of the same color, and white cloth strips tied on his legs to facilitate work. His skin was slightly dark, his eyebrows were five points similar to He Yan, his face was clear and distinct, but his chin was slightly narrower and stronger, and he looked firm, looking stubborn and arrogant.

This is Miss He's younger brother and He Sui's younger son He Yunsheng.

He Yan was lying on the bed these days. He Yunsheng had come here several times, and they came to deliver water to the stove, but he never said a word to He Yan. The relationship between the siblings and the brothers seemed to be not very good, but... He Yan looked at He Yunsheng's shoddy and incompatible cloth clothes, and then looked at his little jacket and skirt with green satin foundation. He was slightly aware, but surprised.

In that He family, women paved the way for men, and men were the sky and the earth, as if they were the center of the world. However, in this family, it was different. It seemed that the biological young son seemed to have been picked up, and the He family had good food and clothing, and Miss He was alone. Why?

He Yan blocked He Yunsheng without moving a single step. He Yunsheng piled firewood under the eaves and began to chop firewood.

The family is really poor, the only servant is a maid, but his biological son does the work of a servant.

There was a pile of firewood in front of He Yan. He Yunsheng slashed twice and frowned slightly, "I'll let you go, you'll block me."

He doesn't even call him a "sister".

He Yan did not move, neither moving away nor making any sarcastic words of mocking him as usual. He Yunsheng couldn't help but raise his head and looked at He Yan's serious gaze.
Chapter completed!