Rebirth of a Star General

A long time has passed.

After arriving in Shuojing for a long time, after the spring sun and the Mid-Autumn Festival, the wind is getting colder and colder, and winter is coming.

The Uto people have been completely defeated, and their vitality has been severely damaged in this battle. Within ten years, it is impossible to have delusions about Da Wei again. Jiuchuan, Jijun, Yunzi and Bingjiang reported good news back to Shuojing, and countless people applauded.

In the midst of the lively joy, there are also sad events, such as the death of Guide Zhonglang's general Yan Nanguang.

When the news reached Shuojing, Yan He's mother fainted on the spot, and Yan He's wife Xia Chengxiu gave birth ahead of schedule.

Mostly because of the heartbreak, the delivery was extremely dangerous, and the wife was helpless. At the moment of life and death, Lin Shuanghe's father, Lin Mu, came with his female apprentice and instructed the female apprentice to deliver Xia Chengxiu in person from outside the curtain.

The Yan family gathered outside the delivery room, listening to the voice of the woman inside, and looking at the blood coming out of a basin, they couldn't help but tremble. Master Yan, who never believed in Buddhism, went to his ancestral hall and knelt on the ground to pray for the safety of Chengxiu and their mother.

In the room, Xia Chengxiu's forehead was covered with sweat, her expression was painful, she only felt that her strength was gradually disappearing.

And when she was dying, she could still really feel her heartache, which surpassed all the pain in front of her, making it difficult for her to breathe.

Yan He died in battle.

As the wife of a military general, from the day she married Yan He, she should be ready for this day to come. War is cruel, the battlefield is ever-changing, and no one can guarantee that he will be the one who survives. Xia Chengxiu has thought countless times that since she has decided to become his wife, when she really faces this day in the future, she should be calm and open-minded. .

But when the day really came, she realized her weakness, she was weaker than she thought.

In the eyes of outsiders, the man who was fierce, bad-tempered, and quite provocative, never said a single harsh word to her. Since getting married, Xia Chengxiu was grateful to God. This marriage was indeed a happy marriage that she had never imagined. However, the good things in the world are not firm, and the colorful clouds are easy to disperse and the glaze is brittle. It is because it is too complete that it is so short.

She was in a daze, and she seemed to see a familiar shadow in front of her eyes. It was Yan He with a silver robe and a long spear. He seemed to be coming back from outside, covered in dust, his eyes were fixed on her, and the corners of his lips were filled with familiar signs. The smile, a bit of pride and a bit of bragging, is just like in the past, returning after a victory.

Yan He stretched out a hand towards him.

Xia Chengxiu looked at him madly, and subconsciously put her hand in his palm.

The female doctor beside her was startled when she saw her face, and shouted: "Mrs Yan, hold on, don't sleep, don't be discouraged!" Then she turned her head to the curtain and said anxiously, "Master, Madam Yan can't do it anymore!"

Lin Mu's heart tightened behind the curtain, he couldn't care about anything else, and shouted, "Mrs Yan, think about the child in your womb, don't you want to see what he looks like, don't you want to grow up with him?"

"Even for your child, Mrs. Yan, you have to be strong!"

child?

As if in the chaos, a clear opening was torn open, child... Mucha... She suddenly opened her eyes.

This is her and Yan He's child. Before Yan He left, she apologized earnestly to her belly and couldn't accompany her. He hopes to be a young lady, but if he is a young master, he will love him just as seriously. Just as he had guessed countless times in his mind what the future would look like, Xia Chengxiu himself had already described the child's eyebrows many times.

If he is a young master, he will be like Yan He, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and high spirits. If he is a young lady, he will be just like himself, gentle and delicate, well-behaved and lovely.

I haven't seen this child yet, how can I let go?

Can't!

Xia Chengxiu was suddenly sober, she couldn't, at least not now, she couldn't indulge in grief. She is Yan He's wife, and she is also a mother!

"Wow--"

A baby's cry rang out in the Yan's courtyard. Master Yan, who was praying with his hands together in the ancestral hall, was startled, and then burst into tears.

The female doctor smiled and said, "Congratulations to Mrs. Yan, Mrs. He Xiyan, she is a young master—"

Lin Mu, who was behind the curtain, breathed a sigh of relief. When the news of Ji County came, he was also saddened by what happened to Yan He. Lin Shuanghe couldn't save Yan He, at least he saved his child.

Xia Chengxiu was exhausted from exhaustion, strands of sweat-soaked hair stuck to her cheeks. In a trance, she saw Yan He again.

The man smiled warmly, as if he was apologetic, and said to her, "I'm sorry."

Xia Chengxiu's tears welled up, she stretched out her hand and tried to grab the person in front of her, but he smiled: "Chengxiu, I'm leaving."

"Nanguang..."

The man turned around and strode forward, his back was neat and neat, and as he walked, the figure completely disappeared from her eyes.

...

When Xia Chengxiu gave birth to the full moon, Xiao Jue returned to Beijing with the Nanfu soldiers.

Emperor Zhaokang was very happy with his dragon face, and he gave countless rewards. The courtiers thought to themselves, seeing what the new emperor meant was to reuse General Feng Yun. Once the emperor and the courtier, now that Xu Jingfu is not here, the Xiao family of the great Wei will rise again in the future.

The courtiers have their own thoughts, but the commoners can't think of so much. They only know that General Feng Yun is General Feng Yun, and Yun Zi can be difficult and dangerous, but he can also win a big victory.

Shortly after Xiao Jue returned to Beijing, General Huwei also led his army back from Bingjiang.

So far, only the Fuyue Army and the Yan Family Army led by He Yan have not returned.

However, although they haven't returned yet, everyone knows that it will be a matter of time. After all, Jiuchuan and Jijun have been recovered. Calculate the time, they should be on their way back to Beijing at this moment.

He Yunsheng got up earlier every day. Except for the school hall, he got up before dawn and climbed to Donghuang Mountain to chop wood. Nowadays, their family's livelihood doesn't need to be so hard. He Yunsheng doesn't chop wood for living, but just wants to be better and better.

If one day, his skills can match He Yan, and when He Yan goes to the battlefield in the future, he will be able to set off together.

He runs to Xiao's house every day after school, and when he sees Xiao Jue every day, the first thing he asks is, "Brother-in-law, do you have any news about my sister?"

Xiao Jue always shook her head and said indifferently, "No."

No, what a frustrating answer.

Jijun won the battle, but He Yunsheng also learned that He Yan was seriously injured during the battle. After that, there was no letter from the other side, and even the letter did not explain He Yan's condition. He Yunsheng endured and didn't tell He Sui about these things. He Sui was getting old, and he was afraid that He Sui would be worried every day when he knew about this.

But He Yunsheng himself was still looking forward to good news every day.

Not long after that, Bai Rongwei also gave birth to a daughter.

Xiao Jing was very happy. Back then, because of the Xiao family accident, Bai Rongwei's body fell to the root of the disease. This pregnancy was extremely difficult. Now that the mother and daughter are safe, it is also a good thing.

Cheng Lisu and Song Taotao came to see Bai Rongwei and brought a lot of gifts. At present, the Xiao family is a sweet pastry in the eyes of Emperor Zhaokang, and those relatives in the past remembered the "old love".

Cheng Lisu put the cloth and supplements sent by his mother to the Xiao family's servant, looked around, didn't see Xiao Jue, and asked Xiao Jing: "Uncle, isn't the little uncle in the house? "

He hadn't seen Xiao Jue for a long time.

Xiao Jing was startled: "At this time, he should be in the ancestral hall."

Cheng Lisu stood up and said, "I'll go find him!" He ran away in a hurry.

He has a close relationship with Xiao Jue, Xiao Jing and Bai Rongwei have already seen it, but Song Taotao, after Cheng Lisu ran away, asked Bai Rongwei, "Grandma Xiao, do you have any news about Mr. He?"

Bai Rongwei heard the words, sighed, and shook his head.

Song Taotao was a little disappointed.

On the other end, Cheng Lisu ran outside the gate of the ancestral hall.

The weather was getting colder, the leaves were falling in the courtyard, and a layer of hoarfrost had accumulated on the tiles. He crept in and saw the young man standing with his hands behind his back in front of the tablet in the center of the ancestral hall.

The dark blue robes lined him with indifference and alienation, and the eyes looking at the temple card were also safe and calm. Cheng Lisu suddenly remembered that on that summer afternoon many years ago, the thunder and rain were endless, and so did he. In order to chase a cat, he accidentally hid here and accidentally bumped into the heart of a ruthless young man. , the tenderness that the world can hardly see.

The youth's voice sounded, "What are you doing hiding behind?"

Cheng Lisu was stunned for a moment, when he was discovered, he walked in obediently and called out "Uncle".

Xiao Jue didn't look at him.

His habit since childhood, whenever he is restless and irritable, when it is unbearable, he will come here and light three incense sticks. After three sticks of incense, everything will be business as usual.

His unease and fear should not be seen by outsiders. At this moment, the waves seemed to be turbulent under the tranquility.

"Uncle, are you worried about your aunt?" Cheng Lisu asked.

Xiao Jue was silent.

After a long time, when Cheng Li thought that Xiao Jue would not answer him, Xiao Jue spoke up and said, "Yes."

Cheng Lisu looked at him.

"I just want her to be fine."

...

Coming out of Bai Rongwei's room, Song Taotao felt a little bored.

She learned about He Yan's news and was worried. Even though she had been secretly troubled for a long time because He Yan was a woman, but now, those are all things in the past.

In all fairness, despite He Yan's identity as a woman, she actually likes He Yan very much.

Death is fair to everyone, so the battlefield becomes extra cruel. And when you really realize cruelty, people will start to grow up.

A carefree girl, the biggest trouble in the past was that today's hairpin is not good-looking, and the new mouth fat is too dull. Now, I finally understand the feeling of helplessness.

Maybe she's starting to grow up too.

A young man in green clothes approached, with handsome and arrogant eyebrows, somewhat similar to the cheerful and lively girl, Song Taotao paused, "He..."

She remembered that this young man was He Yan's younger brother. His temperament was completely different from He Yan's, but the spirit and perseverance between his eyebrows were very similar.

He Yunsheng also saw her.

It seems that the rich lady He Yan knew in Liangzhou Wei was a guest of Xiao's family. He came to Xiao's family today to inquire about He Yan's news. Of course, he didn't hear what he wanted. He forgot Song Taotao's name, just nodded slightly, and walked sideways after saying hello.

"Hello..." Song Taotao subconsciously stopped him.

He Yunsheng stopped, looked up and asked, "What else is there to do, girl?"

Song Taotao pursed his lips, thought for a while, and then said, "Don't worry, the Marquis of Wu'an will definitely return safely."

He Yunsheng was stunned, as if he didn't expect her to say that, after a moment of silence, he said to her, "Thank you." Then he turned his head and left.

Song Taotao looked at his back, wondering if it was to the person who had gone away or to himself, and whispered to himself, "She will definitely come back."

...

Frost was flying all night, and on the pomegranate tree in front of the window, the fruit turned red at some point, and fell on the top of the tree. The shadow of the tree was a little red, and the stamens were like fire.

The little girl Ginkgo stood under the tree, drooling at the pomegranate with the largest and reddest tip early in the morning. The second young master's yard was deserted, and the most lively thing was this pomegranate tree. The largest one is like a small lantern, which is very sweet at first glance.

Qingmei walked by, and seeing her staring at her, she couldn't help but tapped Ginkgo on the head lightly, and said, "I'm greedy."

Bai Guo smacked her lips and was about to speak, when she raised her eyes and saw Xiao Jue come out from inside, she hurriedly said, "Master!"

Xiao Jue glanced at her, "What's the matter?"

Ginkgo pointed to the tree, "Look, the pomegranate is red!"

Xiao Jue turned his head to look at it, the fruit on the tree lit up the emerald color a little brightly, like a lamp burning in the night.

"It's so red, it must be very sweet." Ginkgo bit her finger and said.

Qingmei couldn't help but whisper: "Young master wants to keep the sweetest for the young lady, what are you greedy for here?"

Bai Guo defended in a low voice, "I know, I just wanted to say, can the youngest be left to us..." Her voice gradually decreased, and she didn't dare to finish her words.

Xiao Jue walked to the pomegranate tree, and suddenly there was a woman standing under this pomegranate tree sometime last year, jumping up and down to pick pomegranates from the tree. Later, things piled up in Beijing, and the largest pomegranate was ripe on the tip of the head before it could be picked, and she regretted it for a long time. Now that the time is right, the pomegranate pickers have not returned.

He picked up the stone under the tree and looked at the farthest tip, his fingers moved slightly, the stone flew towards the tip, and the flaming red pomegranate like a lantern fell in response and landed in his palm.

Heavy and red.

He withdrew his hand, the pomegranates at this season had to be placed in the well in the courtyard and soaked in cold water, so that when He Yan came back, it would be just right.

Just as Xiao Jue was about to leave, Chiwu ran in from outside, panting and said, "Young Master... Young Master... The Fuyue Army has returned to Beijing!"

Qingmei and Baiguo were stunned for a moment, then cheered up, they were about to speak, when they looked up, they felt a strong wind blowing in front of them, and when they looked at the courtyard, Xiao Jue was no longer there.

Only the pomegranate tree that bears fruit is brighter than the winter morning plum.

...

The gate of the city was already full of people who had arrived after hearing the news, blocking both sides of the street.

Most of the people who came to greet them were family members who had joined the army. How many women stood in the wind holding their young sons, carefully identifying whether there were any familiar faces in the crowd. If they see their relatives alive, they will rush over regardless of the occasion and cry with them. There was also an old man who came out tremblingly with a walking stick, identifying it from the beginning to the end, until Yin Yin's eyes were disappointed with ice.

In a war, countless families are fragmented, parting and reunion, joy and tears, human tragicomedy, without exception, are staged one by one.

When Xiao Jue arrived, the troops had already passed the city gate. The number of troops and horses before the trip had been reduced by half. Everyone’s faces were full of exhaustion and joy. figure.

His eyes froze instantly.

When the class teacher returns to the court, please be rewarded for meritorious service. The generals who are meritorious officers will all walk in the forefront, without exception, but now, there is none.

There is no shadow of He Yan.

When He Yan was the "General Feihong", he didn't see it when the teacher returned to the court. Later, when He Yan joked with him, he said, "Xiao Jue, one day, I will definitely show you the heroic appearance of me returning from a victory."

But now, there is no her presence in the long army of soldiers and horses from beginning to end.

For many years, perhaps since Xiao Zhongwu and Mrs. Xiao passed away, he has never been so overwhelmed. For a moment, he didn't even know where and when he was.

The lively crowd seemed to be far away from him. Someone passed by, but he didn't notice that this lost young man was the commander of the right army of Da Wei. The pomegranate that he held tightly slipped out of his hand, and it rolled dripping. In the crowd, there is no trace.

He seemed to return to the night when he was a teenager, all the dullness and calmness suddenly cracked, and he was so panicked that he didn't know what to do.

Like it's been a long time, and it's like it's been a while.

He seemed to understand what he was going to do next, turned around, and was stunned.

On the side of the street against the wall, there was a young woman leaning against the wall. She was wearing a red dress with a long sword around her waist like green pines. She was looking at him with a smile, with a red fruit thrown up and down in her hand. A pomegranate that was squeezed into the crowd.

"Hey," she shouted in a serious manner when she saw him look over: "The young master across the street, my leg is injured, and I can't go forward any more.

The young man's eyes crossed the passing crowd, fixed on her for a long time, and then he walked towards her.

Step by step, like crossing all the mountains, seas and years, in the long life, I finally found a home in the world.

The girl smiled and opened her arms wide at him, as if begging for a hug. He stepped forward quickly and hugged the man tightly in his arms.

In an instant, all the sounds were silent, and only the each other in their arms became the longest nostalgia for each other.

In the crowd beside him, some rejoiced, some wept, some reunited, and some parted. Under the hustle and bustle of this world, they cuddled with each other, even if everything happened, they didn't say anything.

The young man's brocade clothes were picturesque, and he lightly patted her head. The warmth of his palm made He Yan's eyes hot, and before she knew it, tears fell.

"It's been a long time, Governor Xiao." She whispered.

From the north, the south, the east, the east, the old, and the other, how fortunate they are, they can always meet and meet again.