Rebirth of a Star General

Xu Mansion, at night, someone stayed and lit the oil lamp.

The mattress beside him was empty, and Xu Zhiheng was sleeping in the study again tonight.

He Xinying walked to the table, picked up a coat and draped it over her body, and looked at the wick of the oil lamp with a complicated expression.

I don't know since when, there seems to be an invisible barrier between her and Xu Zhiheng. To be precise, Xu Zhiheng has become extraordinarily weird since the last palace banquet. Later, at Yuhua Temple, she met Wu'an Hou Heyan, who had the same name and surname as her eldest sister. Soon after she returned to the mansion, He Rufei came to visit her in the mansion. It's more of a temptation than a visit.

Some things, once there are signs of doubt, you can't let go. He Xinying could feel that there was a big secret hidden in the Xu family, maybe it had something to do with her deceased eldest sister, maybe... it was also related to the He family.

She stood in front of the window, the winter in Shuojing was extremely cold, and on such a cold night, the servants all went back to the house to sleep. He Xinying looked at the bare branches outside the window, and after thinking for a long time, finally put on a cloak, picked up an oil lamp, and left the house.

She moved very lightly and walked very carefully without disturbing others. The vigil of the Xu family was outside the main courtyard and would not come in. The light of the oil lamp was very dim, and could only barely illuminate the road under her feet. He Xinying walked to an abandoned yard in the dark.

This deserted courtyard was the one where her deceased elder sister He Yan lived. Even after He Yan's death, Xu Zhiheng kept the original appearance of the courtyard. The last time He Xinying was here, she saw Xu Zhiheng frantically rummaging through the chest of drawers. She was found out without seeing what Xu Zhiheng was looking for. one look.

Although no one lives in this yard now, the snow in the yard has been swept clean. She walked to He Yan's room. The room was unlocked. With a slight push, the door opened.

He Xinying walked in.

There was an old musty smell in the room, it was cold and damp, He Xinying was slightly surprised, didn't it mean that Xu Zhiheng often misses the eldest sister? But if I really miss my eldest sister, why isn't this house cleaned and dusty everywhere?

He Xinying took the oil lamp and looked around.

This is a woman's boudoir, with a shelf in front of it, and only some inexpensive vases are placed at random. There is a small table in the middle, covered with a thick layer of dust, and the tea cups and teapots even have cobwebs. Further inside was a large wooden bed, which seemed to be cleaner in comparison, with a thin blanket. This room looks deserted and empty, not as warm and delicate as the usual daughter's boudoir, and as soon as I come in, I feel coldness blowing towards my face.

Even though He Yan was in He's family before, and he got married not long after he came back to live, the boudoir before the marriage was carefully arranged. If this is the house where He Yan used to live in the Xu family, and this house retains the original appearance of He Yan's residence, then, He Xinying thought to herself, as the eldest sister who died early, I am afraid that in the He family, she will live equally well. Not as good as rumored.

If it is because of blindness, it is not advisable to put too many sundries in the house to avoid tripping the master, but the furnishings and utensils here are all shabby and perfunctory. There is nothing to relieve boredom. A blind man lives alone in such a big house. If it were himself, he would have been driven crazy.

He Xinying walked to the table. The last time, she saw Xu Zhiheng rummaging through boxes and cabinets, not knowing what to look for. She took out the wooden drawer, and sure enough, it was empty. took away.

She didn't realize that, unknowingly, she had put Xu Zhiheng in an opposite position. The reliance and trust in this gentle and considerate husband were no longer as good as the previous dependence and trust, replaced by precaution and suspicion. Even the gentleness in the past has become hypocritical in He Xinying's eyes now.

He Xinying walked around the room and checked all the wooden drawers and shelves, but found nothing, and saw nothing useful. She had been out for too long, it was too cold outside, and the wind hit her knees. She rubbed her numb legs, looked at the relatively clean bed, and sat beside it.

In the room, only the oil lamp in his hand glowed slightly. Sitting here, it was inexplicably weird. When it was quiet, He Xinying felt a little regretful, so what did he do here? There is no one here. I heard that the soul of the dead will linger in the place where they lived. If the eldest sister is here... Although they are blood relatives, they were not very close before, and if you really want to see a ghost at night, you can scare them. dead person's.

He Xinying couldn't help clenching the bedpost, which was a habit she developed when she was young. When he was young, he was timid and slept with his mother all the time. When he got older, he couldn't sleep with his mother anymore. With his own yard, when He Xinying lived alone, he was still very scared. When I was most afraid, I would lean against the inside of the bed at night, hold the bedpost on the side against the wall tightly, and pray softly for the blessing of the Bodhisattva.

The same is true today.

However, when her fingers slid down the bedpost, she suddenly felt that something was wrong. He Xinying was startled, then reached out and stroked the place just now, and noticed something. She climbed up to the head of the bed, holding the oil lamp and looking in, and suddenly found a piece of wood slightly raised on the side of the bedpost against the wall.

The girl was careful, and she pressed her fingers hard, and the board fell off, revealing a roll of yellow paper that seemed to write something. Her heart was beating fast, and she only understood that since this thing is hidden here, it must be very important. It is impossible to say that what Xu Zhiheng was looking for was exactly this thing.

There is no telling when someone will come here. He Xinying pulled something like a scroll from the deliberately hollowed out bedpost. She hurriedly hid the scroll in her arms and hurried again. After buttoning the wood of the bedpost, he carefully held the oil lamp and left.

The surroundings were surprisingly quiet, and He Xinying secretly returned to her house all the way, before she dared to take out the book just now from her arms. She looked at the dim light of the oil lamp and saw that it was indeed a book. She was stunned after a few pages. This is... a military book?

Various tactics are recorded on it, and there are also notes written by the readers themselves. Looking at this handwriting, it is definitely not Xu Zhiheng's. There is no one in the Xu family. Besides, it is hidden so secretly, and it is in He Yan's house. How do you think, this military book is left by the elder sister who died early. of.

But...how could He Yan read military books?

If it was her cousin He Rufei, it was more or less the same, but He Rufei's military book did not appear in Xu's house, so it was hidden so carefully.

He Xinying was holding this book of war, and she couldn't figure out what was going on. At this time, someone's voice suddenly sounded outside, and He Xinying was startled. She quickly blew out the oil lamp, hid the scroll in the bottom box under the table, and walked to the collapsed in three or two steps to lie down. Just lying down, a maid came knocking on the door: "Grandma? Grandma?"

"What's the matter?" He Xinying pretended to be sleepy.

There was silence outside for a while, and someone said, "There's a burglar in the yard, the uncle asked us to ask the eldest grandma."

"Have you entered a burglar?" He Xinying was a little nervous, but she still pretended to be surprised. She put on her outer clothes and opened the door for the maid, and asked suspiciously, "How could a thief enter the house?"

"I don't know." Seeing that He Xinying was staying in the room, the maid seemed relieved, and said, "The uncle is now trying the little thief."

"I'll take a look." He Xinying said. She closed the door and walked into the main hall with the maid.

In the main hall, Xu Zhiheng was sitting on the chair in the middle, surrounded by a group of wives and servants, and a man dressed as a servant was kneeling on the ground, kowtowing to Xu Zhiheng: "Uncle, spare your life, uncle, spare your life, the little one is really Take nothing, take nothing!"

Xu Zhiheng's face was so heavy that water was dripping, and he stared at him and said, "Stop talking nonsense, hand over the things you stole from the bedpost of the eldest grandmother, otherwise, you will die here today!"

When he said this, his eyes were sinister and fierce, and he was completely different from his gentle and gentle appearance before. He Xinying was startled, and when he heard the word "bedpost", he was even more nervous. She forced a smile and walked to Xu Zhiheng: "Husband, what happened?"

Seeing He Xinying, Xu Zhiheng's expression softened slightly, pointing to the people on the ground: "This person sneaked into A He's yard at night, and stole A He's old things from the bedpost. It's extremely abominable!"

Fuwang, the little servant on the ground hurriedly defended: "Master, it's really not a small one. When the little one found the bedpost, it was already empty, and the little one really didn't take the contents inside!"

Fuwang was also grumbling in his heart. Today, he was just taking advantage of the good time at night to sneak into the old grandma's house in order to find old things for the mysterious man. As a result, he turned around in the room and found a place that was different from other places. It was the bedpost in the back room. He thought there would be some secrets hidden in it, but when he opened it, it was empty. Before I had time to regret, I didn't know when I alerted the people outside and was caught in front of Xu Zhiheng.

"Uncle, it's really not what Xiao Xiao did. If you don't believe it...you search Xiao Xiao's body, search Xiao Xiao's place... Xiao Xiao is wronged!"

He Xinying looked at the little servant who kept kowtowing and begging for mercy, and couldn't help but tremble. This little servant seemed to be her scapegoat. However, if it is just ordinary property, with Xu Zhiheng's temperament, there is no need to be so harsh. It's a big deal to beat him out of the house, but now he looks like he will never die. Could it be that Xu Zhiheng knew what was in the bedpost? But that's just an ordinary-looking military book!

He Xinying didn't quite understand.

"I see that you are full of lies, but you don't have a single word of truth. Since this is the case, if you stay here, I can't ask a reason, so I will hand you over to the government." Xu Zhiheng said coldly.

As soon as these words came out, Fuwang's color changed. Since ancient times, most of the servants who were handed over to the government by the master were dead words, and death was particularly tormenting. He was just a little greedy for money, but he never thought of taking his own life. Besides, he was so wronged, to know that he didn't get anything, so, of course, the most important thing was to save his own life first. Fuwang then begged: "Please don't hand over the little one to the government, in fact, the little one is also entrusted by others to steal things. Life?"

"Entrusted by someone?" Xu Zhiheng looked at him.

"Exactly," Fuwang banged his head, "Even if you borrow a hundred courage from the little ones, the little ones wouldn't dare to steal from the mansion!"

Xu Zhiheng stared at Fuwang, as if to tell the truth from what Fuwang said. After a while, he said to the people around him: "You all go out, I have something to ask this thief."

He Xinying glanced at the servant on the ground, "Husband, I..."

"You also go out." Xu Zhiheng's attitude was very firm.

He Xinying didn't say anything, she backed out, and when the door was closed, she looked in the direction of the room. At some point, her palms were soaked with sweat.

That book of war... what's going on?

Inside the room, Xu Zhiheng asked, "After all, who asked you to come to Xu's house to steal?"

"Yes... it's General He."

"You dare to lie to me?" Xu Zhiheng was furious.

Fuwang was so frightened that he immediately knelt down again, "Xiao did not dare to deceive the uncle. The person who met with Xiao said that their master is General He!"

Xu Zhiheng clenched his hands into fists, suppressing his emotions and said, "Why did He Rufei want you to come and steal?"

"Xiao also doesn't know," Fuwang wiped the sweat from his forehead, "they gave Xiao a sum of money, and Xiao was obsessed for a while. Then he thought about it, just to steal something and ask someone, but it's not If you do something that hurts the world, you agree to it."

"Inquire about people?" Xu Zhiheng narrowed his eyes, "What exactly do they want you to do?"

Fuwang was only looking forward to being able to go out with his life, and he didn't care about anything else, so he simply told everything he knew, "They want the little ones to find some old things from the grandma's life, and people related to the grandma's life. The little ones enter the house. At that time, the eldest grandmother had passed away, and I really couldn’t find anyone, so I just thought that maybe I could steal something.” He was also cunning, he only said that he was caught before he could help the other party, without mentioning the previous Qin Ma. Regarding the mother, "I sneaked into the grandmother's house tonight, and I was found before I found anything. But sir, the things in the bedpost were really not taken by the little one. When the little one found the bedpost, it was already empty. Ah!"

This is not false, but unfortunately Xu Zhiheng is still suspicious of him.

"I beg the uncle to spare the little one's life, and the little one will never dare again!" he begged.

Uncle Xu, who has always been soft-hearted and talkative, did not answer today, but Fuwang dared to look up and saw that under the light and shadow of the lights, the man's face was half-bright and half-dark, half as true as ordinary people. The other half is like a ferocious ghost, twisting people's hearts to chill.

I don't know how long it took, just when Fuwang felt that his life was about to die, the person above spoke up. Xu Zhiheng said: "Since you said that General He entrusted you to do things, I will spare your life. But..." He lowered his voice, "Next time they ask you to meet again, you need to tell them that they didn't find out. And I can't tell you what I found out about you."

Is this to deceive the person on He Rufei's side? The doubts in Fuwang's heart flashed, and he quickly lowered his head, and said gratefully: "Thank you, uncle! The little one must do things well for the uncle!"

Xu Zhiheng looked at the servant who was kneeling and kowtowing, but did not speak.

He Rufei even secretly sent someone to investigate He Yan's old things, what is this for? Do you want to get the handle to threaten yourself?

Yes, there was a fire in the Xianchang Pavilion a few days ago. It was a coincidence that what happened to be burned was "He Rufei"'s childhood notes. As soon as the news reached the Xu family, Xu Zhiheng guessed that this must be what He Rufei did. for. It seemed that He Rufei was not as calm as he appeared to be about the appearance of the cousin with the same name and surname.

The He family has too many handles, two brothers, Mrs. He, He Rufei, He Yuansheng and He Yuanliang. Comparatively speaking, the Xu family has very few handles. Even He Yan's death was not caused by him. If it really happened, Xu Zhiheng could get out completely.

Perhaps this is what makes He Rufei feel uneasy, so he will do everything possible to seize He Yan's handle at Xu's house. In this way, as long as he can prove that he also knew about the exchange of identities between He Yan and He Rufei, one day. When the truth came out, the Xu family couldn't escape.

He Rufei was afraid, so the more at this time, the more he would pull the Xu family into the water.

Xu Zhiheng's face darkened.

Even if he knew about it from the beginning, he also understood that the He family and the Xu family were already on the same boat. But when this happened under my nose, I would still feel unhappy. In the past, when everything was fine, I naturally hoped that you would be well and I would be happy together, but once something happened... He Rufei's approach was really immoral.

Since He Rufei was so extreme, he didn't have to say anything. Speaking of which, just as Fuwang wandered around He Yan's house but found nothing, if something really happened, as long as there was no evidence, Xu Zhiheng could still protect himself.

...

At night, He Yan tossed and turned on the collapse and couldn't sleep.

She knew that He Rufei was not General Feihong and was full of loopholes, but everyone in the world had to pay attention to evidence. It is impossible to let the truth come out with just one word of your own. And the truth sounds so unbelievable.

In the Fuyue Army, there are no living witnesses for the time being. Mother Qin alone is not enough, and if you want to seize He Rufei's handle, you have to start with the battle of Huayuan. During the Huayuan World War I, there must be an unspeakable relationship between He Rufei and the Uto people.

He Rufei is cautious and careful, and if he wants to find evidence that He Rufei is collaborating with the enemy and treason, he may only have to go to the He Mansion.

Hefu...

He Yan sat up from the slump, leaned against the head of the bed, looked at the curtain, and his thoughts gradually drifted away.

In fact, she was not afraid to step into the He family again. In that "He family", she was fed up with the use and indifference, and when she returned to the mansion, she would not have any old feelings anymore.

However, when she thought of seeing Mrs. He Er again, she didn't know how to face it.