He Yan held the Mandarin Duck Pot in a daze.
A voice pulled her thoughts back to the present. "You don't know how to use it?"
She raised her head. A young man in a dark blue robe had already sat down on the stool in front of her bed and taken the pot from her hands.
The Mandarin Duck Pot had a secret mechanism. One pot could hold two kinds of wine, and it was an essential tool for poisoning people. He tore off a piece of white cloth and poured out a little bit, then a little bit more. The first thing that flowed out was the medicinal juice, then the medicinal powder. There was a small spoon embedded next to the handle of the pot. Xiao Jue took the spoon and slowly spread the liquid evenly.
When he lowered his eyes to do this, his long eyelashes drooped down. The outline of his face was handsome, and there was a hint of youthful delicateness. It made people feel uneasy, and they didn't know whether they were in the Liang Province Guards or in the Xian Chang Guan thousands of li away.
While He Yan was in a daze, he had already finished applying the ointment on the white cloth and tossed it to He Yan. His tone was extremely cold. "Do it yourself."
"Oh." He Yan had already expected this. She muttered in a small voice, "I didn't expect you to help me."
He heard her and stared at He Yan with a half-smile. "I don't dare delay your chastity."
"It's good that you know." He Yan smiled. "But I still have to thank you, Governor, for giving me such precious medicine."
"There is a shortage of medicine in the Guard Station, unless you want to die," he said.
He Yan looked at him solemnly. "You saved my life. I didn't expect the Governor to be such a protective person."
Xiao Jue sneered. "I don't know what you're talking about." He stood up and left.
He Yan saw that he was really leaving this time. Only then did he lean against the headboard and sigh softly. Xiao Jue's medicine was very effective. It was cool and refreshing, and when he applied it, the pain lessened a lot.
He Yan looked at the pot, his thoughts drifting away.
On that snowy night when he was fourteen, Xiao Jue was not as cold as he was now. At least, when He Yan said "I don't know how to use it," he not only helped open the Mandarin Duck Pot, but also personally applied the medicine for her.
It was very strange. The scene at the time was already very blurry, but now that Xiao Jue was like this, the details that had been forgotten slowly unfolded in front of He Yan's eyes. It was as if it had just happened, unbelievably clear.
She sat on a stone bench in the courtyard. The usually lazy and indifferent young man was surprisingly patient as he applied medicine for her. His face was like a painting........... of his face.......................................... to...
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.. to................. to to the way................... He Yan was young at that time and had no resistance. He was defeated in an instant.
After applying the medicine, he left. He Yan whispered to him, "Your medicine."
"It's for you." The young man casually replied, "You're so stupid. You'll have a lot of chances to get hurt in the future. Keep it for yourself."
His words came true. Later on, she had countless chances to get hurt. The ointment in the Mandarin Duck Pot had long been used up, and the pot was later lost by her in a battle. Thinking about it, it was quite a pity.
The next day, the young men went to the school. They found that the copybooks on their desks were wet with water. The handwriting was unrecognizable. It was a mess.
"Who did it? Come out. I promise I won't beat him to death! "They roared fiercely.
"Isn't it simple? See whose copybook is clean. Look inside. We'll find the one who has a grudge against us. "Someone offered a brilliant idea.
He Yan's heart tightened. He was very annoyed. No wonder she said he was stupid. He didn't even think of this. Her copybook was clean and tidy. After a little inspection, wasn't it him?
Forget it. He had already done it. He was a real man. He dared to take responsibility for his actions. She steeled her heart and accepted her fate. She looked on helplessly as the young men asked the students in the school to take out their copybooks for inspection.
They were almost in front of her.
He Yan gathered his courage and was about to stand up and shout, "I did it." Suddenly, someone came in and slammed it on the table.
This movement was too loud. Everyone looked over and saw a handsome young man in a white robe leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. He had a lazy expression and said carelessly, "I did it."
There was an uproar.
"Brother, brother Huaijin, did you really do it?" Someone asked carefully.
Xiao Huaijin was not He Rufei. Who in the capital dared to provoke him? Xiao family could oppress people to death. Even the teacher had to protect him. The emperor had personally praised him.
"It was me." He answered righteously.
"But why?" That person asked with a sullen face.
"There's no reason." The young man glanced at him and answered indifferently, "My hand slipped."
"Pfft." He Yan couldn't hold back his laughter. Sensing everyone's gaze, he quickly turned around and acted as if nothing had happened.
What happened later?
Later, the matter was left unsettled. Because it was Xiao Huaijin, no one dared to say anything. They could only admit that they were unlucky.
"Creak." The door was pushed open. Shen Muxue walked in. She took the empty medicine bowl and water basin away. She told He Yan not to press on his wound before leaving.
From the narrow window in the room, she could see the sky in all four corners. A bright moon hung in the sky and the stars shone brightly.
She muttered in a low voice, "Today is Chinese Valentine's Day …"
She had never experienced such a festival. In the past, she dressed as a man. This kind of festival had nothing to do with her. Later, when she married Xu Zhiheng, at the very beginning, she also looked forward to it. No matter how much she dressed as a man, when she put on makeup, she only wanted to be like an ordinary girl. She wanted to go to the riverside with her sweetheart to release flower boats, worship the Immortal He, steam fruit, and go to the temple fair. She heard that there were fireflies on the mountain.
She gathered her courage and asked Xu Zhiheng for the first time. Xu Zhiheng smiled and agreed, "Okay."
But before Chinese Valentine's Day, she was blinded. As a result, this matter seemed to be forgotten. Xu Zhiheng didn't take the initiative to bring it up again. He Yan also didn't mention it. She thought that perhaps he was worried about her illness and didn't have the mood to talk about it. Until the next day, He Wanru passed by her door. She smiled and asked someone to put away the lantern Xu Zhiheng gave her the day before.
She just found out that on Chinese Valentine's Day, Xu Zhiheng wasn't at home. It wasn't because of official business, but because he accompanied He Wanru to the temple fair.
Life was full of different things. She didn't know how she was doing as a man, but she knew that as a woman, she was really terrible.
Just as she was thinking, Hong Shan came in from outside. He saw the mandarin duck pot in her hand and joked, "Oh, our commander-in-chief gave you a Chinese Valentine's Day gift! What kind of good wine is it? Let Big Brother have a taste! "
He Yan was stunned for a moment and suddenly laughed.
Thinking about it now, this Chinese Valentine's Day wasn't too bad. She rode a horse with the man in the dreams of countless Da Wei women. She touched his waist, rode his horse, walked through the mountain roads, saw the starry sky, and finally received a pot of spirit medicine for free.
She didn't waste her life.
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