Before going to Xianchang Hall to study, He Yan always felt that he was very good.
After entering the Xianchang Pavilion, He Yan took another step on the path of doubting himself every day.
All the students who entered the Xianchang Hall were the children of Xungui's family. Not only is he rich and powerful, but he also has a rich family background. Such a family, a nouveau riche or a family relying on the successor to make a living, is impossible to compare. If He Yuanliang and his teacher had not maintained a personal relationship at the beginning, he would not have been able to leave the back door and shove He Yan down.
On the one hand, He Yan was very happy that she could enter the Xianchang Pavilion, and on the other hand, she was full of pain every day in the Xianchang Pavilion.
There is no other reason, it is because her grades are a bit appalling compared to the children here.
The He family taught her to behave like a man on the outside, but she didn't learn much about the inside. When I first arrived at the Xianchang Pavilion, I didn't know anything about it, and I often made jokes, and the gentleman was helpless.
If the liberal arts were better, she would read it a few times, memorize it a few times, and listen carefully when she was lecturing, and she could barely manage to get an average. But when it came to Wu Ke, it was a complete failure.
When He Yan was a child, she secretly went to Houshan to help the monks carry water to practice her hand strength. She considered herself to be presentable now. As a result, the first time she did a martial arts test in the Xianchang Hall, she became a miracle of the Xianchang Hall. scene.
"Bow, knife, and stone" are not all qualified. The galloping horse fell off the horse and missed the arrow. Even the husband shook his head and sighed. The teenagers around pointed at her and laughed, someone said: "He Rufei, You can't be a woman, can you? Why can't you know anything? Are you usually learning embroidery at home?"
He Yan hurriedly stood up from the ground, patted the dust on his body, and thought to himself, no, if this goes on like this, his identity will be discovered, and before his identity is discovered, Mrs. He will be taken back by Mrs. . Or study hard and practice hard, so that you can stay in Xianchang Hall safely.
So He Yan started the road of "studying hard and practicing hard".
There is no stealing light from the wall, no sac Ying Ying Xue, there are chickens dancing, and there are thorns in the hanging beams. He Yan often practiced while scolding in his heart, practicing calligraphy, horse riding, archery, and swords.
She tried her best, but she could only struggle on the edge of her tail, so those who could easily come out on top without any effort were particularly dazzling.
Xiao Jue is one of them, and the one I hate the most.
This young boy was born like a fruit-throwing Pan Lang, like a ponder, and his family was so privileged that he was loved by thousands of people. After leaving, I didn't see him paying much attention on weekdays. He was always the first in every liberal arts and martial arts, and he was unstoppable.
He Yan was very confused. God had already given him beauty and dignity, so why did he need to give him wisdom? Can't you give yourself a little bit
God didn't answer He Yan, so she could only make up for her diligence with tears.
Gradually, He Yan's "knives, horses, bows" began to bear fruit. Although he was not as good as the teenagers who had been in contact with his father and brother since he was a child, he was not always at the bottom every time. Able to get a third from the bottom.
He Yan was consciously satisfied and worked hard, but it was still rewarding.
When Xianchangguan came to the back, Wu Keli would give one point to the weapons. He Yan chose the sword among the swords, not for anything else, but because he felt that the sword was lighter than the sword, and it would not be so difficult to wield.
However, her swordsmanship is also a mess.
The He family did not invite Mr. Wu to teach her in the mansion alone. He Yan had no foundation at all, and even his horse steps were crooked. The swordsman of the Xianchang Pavilion did not have much hope for her either, as long as she looked like a deputy, and whether she could defend against the enemy, let’s talk about it. Which son does not go out with a few servants, it is really dangerous, and the servants will do it.
He Yan felt that this was not possible.
Since she has chosen, she should practice the sword well. The students can only go home for two days in January, and the rest of the time they live in the Xianchang Hall. She sneaked out in the dark at night and ran to the courtyard of the academy to practice swordsmanship.
The school building is elegant and elegant. When the moonlight is good, the wind blows the bamboo forest and rustles, and the green color winds. There are bamboos and cypresses in the moon, and the red carp in the pond swings its tail. Experts practice swords here, just waiting for the world to change, and when there is chaos, they will come out.
He Yan was very happy with her practice, if she ignored her poor swordsmanship.
I accidentally cut off a corner of my clothes, accidentally hit my head with the scabbard, accidentally tripped over, accidentally...
She heard a chuckle.
In the darkness of the night, this chuckle was inexplicable, and He Yan got up nervously. Did he see a ghost
She saw that there was someone sitting on the stone bench in the small courtyard, with white robes and brocade boots, bright eyes and bright eyes, it was the one who was favored by God, Xiao Jue.
Xiao Jue looked down at her, she put her hands behind her back, wiped the stains on her clothes, and said calmly, "What are you doing here?"
"Look at your sword practice." The young man replied lazily.
"Yes, what's so beautiful?" she answered with courage. She never liked to talk to the teenagers in Tongxianchang Hall. They didn't like her and they always bullied her.
Xiao Jue looked at her for a while, then stood up suddenly, she was caught off guard, and the boy was already in front of her. She is a girl, and she is not as tall as a boy, so she can only reach the chest of a teenager. When she raised her head, she could see the clear jawline of the other party, and those beautiful eyes that were as gentle and cool as autumn water.
"It's just an accident..." The boy curled his lips slightly, he was born with a beautiful appearance, and with a smile, he compared the cool night of the whole courtyard, and it was more moving than the moonlight, but the words he spit out were full of ridicule, " Someone trying so hard is still a weak chicken."
He Yan: "..."
She shoved Xiao Jue, picked up the sword and ran away, indignant, God is fair, she gave this young man his beauty, talent and family background, but she didn't give him a good heart.
This guy is so disgusting!
After that, He Yan still sneaked into the yard to practice swordsmanship every night. She thought simple, diligence can make up for her weakness, and hard work is better than no effort.
But what made her angry was that Xiao Jue had followed him out every night since that day. She practiced swordsmanship, he sat on the stone bench, read books and drank tea by candlelight, she fell bruised, and several pieces of clothes were torn.
She still worked hard to maintain the sprint from the bottom to the bottom of the third, he effortlessly, everything was top.
The hard work is still hard, the relaxed is still easy, spring and autumn come, cold and summer come, the boy has grown into a young man, and the girl has changed her face. Baiyun Canggou, vicissitudes of life, only the night in the Xianchang Pavilion and the crescent moon on the bamboo shoots in the backyard remain unchanged.
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Uncle's impression of Yan Yan in the past and present life: a man (woman) who works hard.