In the end, Dawei won the war with Wutuo.

After Wutuo was defeated, the king of Wutuo personally wrote a letter of surrender and ordered the prince and the envoy to come and apologize. He promised that in the next hundred years, he would never take the initiative to send troops, form an alliance with Wei, and become a vassal state of Wei. He also left the prince in Wei as a hostage to show his submission.

Emperor Zhaokang was very pleased and rewarded all the soldiers who led the troops to the battlefield. He Yan, Marquis of Wu'an, was appointed as a general, with the rank of third grade, and was given the title of Guiyue. From then on, she became the first legitimate female general in the history of the Wei Dynasty.

In the courtyard, He Sui looked at the gifts piled up in front of the door and felt worried. He said, "Cloth and rice can be kept for a long time, but what about these fruits? There are not many people in the family. I am afraid they will go bad before we can finish eating them."

He Yunsheng took a look and said, "Send it to my brother-in-law's house. He has a large family. But, Dad, you are simply insulting He Yan's appetite by worrying about whether he can finish it."

"How dare you talk about your sister like that!" He Sui slapped him aside and said, "Hurry up and bring the soup in the kitchen to Yanyan!"

He Yunsheng rolled his eyes and went to the kitchen resignedly.

He Yan was sitting in the room looking at He Yunsheng's recent homework, with Xiao Jue sitting next to her. It was very inconvenient for her to walk now, as the injury on her leg would not heal in a short time. She was not the type of person who could sit down, so Bai Rongwei and He Sui would scold her a hundred times every day.

Just as they were sitting, He Yunsheng came in from outside, holding a porcelain basin in his hand. He placed it in front of He Yan and said unhappily, "Dad personally stewed the bone soup for you. Drink it."

"Why is it bone soup again?" He Yan's face turned bitter when she heard that. She was not picky about food, but she couldn't stand eating bone soup three times a day. Looking at the soup bowl that was bigger than her face, her stomach was about to burst with oil.

"Didn't you hurt your leg? Dad said to eat whatever you want to replenish your body, so you should take good care of it." After a pause, he finally couldn't help but lecture her, "They say it takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone. Since you have a leg injury, why don't you just stop running around and rest at home? The emperor has approved your leave, why don't you take care of your body..."

He kept talking non-stop, acting more like a father than He Sui. He Yan could no longer bear it and looked at Xiao Jue for help. But this man clearly saw her embarrassment, but he just sat there and drank tea calmly.

After He Yunsheng finished speaking, he wanted to ask Xiao Jue: "Brother-in-law, do you think what I said is right?"

Xiao Jue replied leisurely: "Not bad."

"Did you hear that, He Yan?" He Yunsheng felt more confident now that someone was backing him up. "You should know better!"

"I……"

"I won't say any more. I'm going to feed Xiangxiang." He Yunsheng talked a lot and felt happy. He said, "Drink up the soup. Dad made it himself. Don't leave even a drop." Then he went out.

When He Yan saw him leave, he stared at the bowl of soup in front of him, and finally looked at Xiao Jue: "Xiao Jue..."

"No." The man answered ruthlessly.

He Yan looked at him and felt a little headache: "Commander Xiao, you are avenging a personal grudge. It's been so long, and you are still angry?"

He raised his eyebrows: "I'm not angry."

As He Yan looked at it, she suddenly remembered that the last time she was angry with Xiao Jue was in Ji Jun's tent.

That was the day she led two thousand soldiers to surrender. Someone in the Yan family army could not resist the provocation of the Wutuo people, and impulsively changed the plan. She was in the city, snatched the swords of the Wutuo people and fought with them. The soldiers outside the city could not enter, so someone had to open the city gate. She, Jiang Jiao and Wang Ba walked to the tower while fighting.

A soldier never fights alone. If he is outnumbered, he will be at a disadvantage. If he runs towards the city wall, he will inevitably be made a target.

He Yan was also injured.

Her legs were slashed by the Wutu people's knives, the wounds were so deep that the bones were visible. Every step she took, the wounds pulled her muscles and it was excruciatingly painful. Wang Ba and Jiang Jiao were afraid that she would not be able to hold on for much longer, but she managed to hold on.

The city gates were finally opened, and the soldiers waiting outside the city finally entered the city, and they won the battle.

When He Yan got off the horse, his right leg had already lost feeling. After a long period of activity, blood had dyed his pants red, and the fabric was stuck to the blood and flesh. When he tore it off, the flesh and skin were also attached to it, which made people's scalps numb at the sight of it.

Lin Shuanghe's face turned pale the moment he saw He Yan's wound. He asked someone to help her back to the tent. He Yan had lost too much blood by then, and once she fell on the bed, she was so sleepy that she could hardly open her eyes. When she was groggy, she had only one thought in her mind: it was over, it was over. If she didn't come back alive and broke her promise, Xiao Jue would definitely be angry again.

In fact, she was not afraid of Xiao Jue getting angry, because although Xiao Jue was a little more easily angry than her, he was still easy to coax.

But she was also afraid that Xiao Jue would be really angry, because He Yan knew in her heart that he had never been really angry with her in the past.

Lin Shuanghe was busy in her tent for a whole day and night. When He Yan woke up, the light in the tent was flickering slightly. Someone was dozing off on the floor leaning against the bed. As soon as He Yan moved, he woke up.

"Hey, Brother Lin," He Yan laughed, his voice a little dry, "You can't tease your friend's wife. You slept here with me all night?"

She actually still had the mind to joke. Lin Shuanghe just looked at her with a serious expression and said, "He Yan, you must rest."

Lin Shuanghe saved a dangerous life, but her life was saved with great difficulty. However, even though her life was saved, if she does not rest well and continue to jump around like before, then her leg may not be able to be saved in the future.

He Yan's face turned pale and he smiled at him, "That won't work. The battle isn't over yet."

Just like Yan He, who knew that the intense activity would make the poison spread faster and would be his death warrant before his death, he still went into battle with injuries. The same thing happened to He Yan. It was already the most critical moment. If he didn't seize the opportunity and let the Wutu people get a chance to fight back, it would be very troublesome.

"Wrap it up tighter for me," He Yan said, "Try not to interfere with my ability to shine on the battlefield."

"You're not afraid, your right leg..."

"At worst, he'll just be a cripple," He Yan said with a smile, "Besides, there's a chance that nothing will happen."

She struggled to her feet and without any pause prepared for the next battle.

Lin Shuanghe once thought that He Yan's leg could not be saved.

But He Yan is luckier than Yan He after all.

On the way back from Ji County to Shuojing, Lin Shuanghe applied all his life's learning to He Yan. At first, He Yan's condition was really bad, so bad that when Lin Shuanghe wrote a letter, he didn't know how to start. Later, He Yan got better, and he told He Yan's condition in his reply letter. As a result, something went wrong at the post station, which made Xiao Jue worried for many days.

However, I need to take good care of my leg injury now.

He Yan looked at him: "Are you really not angry?"

Xiao Jue looked intently at the tea in front of him.

She suddenly covered her chest: "Hey, my legs..."

In an instant, the man looked at her. Seeing her pretending, he paused and sneered, "Your leg is injured, why are you covering your chest?"

"My legs hurt, but my heart aches." He Yan looked at him resentfully, "I'm already very hurt, and you're still so indifferent..."

Even though he knew that the person in front of him was telling lies like an opera singer, he still sighed, walked over to her, sat down, and asked, "Does it hurt badly?"

He Yan said seriously: "That's right, but if you say a few words of concern and comfort, maybe it won't hurt anymore."

Xiao Jue: “…”

He was so angry that he laughed again.

Seeing him smile, He Yan held up her chin and looked at him, pulling his sleeve and said, "Okay, Commander Xiao, don't be angry. Next time, I will take good care of myself and not joke with my life. I was wrong to make you worry for so long this time. I didn't know that the post station could still go wrong!"

She was the one who had to bear the blame.

Xiao Jue's gaze fell on her. This man had a playful smile on his face and didn't show any frustration at all, but he didn't know the fear in his heart when he couldn't find her.

He wasn't angry, but more likely he felt helpless because he couldn't help the other person when he was in danger.

But he also knew that if it happened again, He Yan would still make the same choice, and he would do the same.

But she is still here, and can play and make noises in front of me happily. This is already a favor from God, and it is enough.

After a moment, he looked at He Yan and curled his lips, "Okay."

He Yan was overjoyed: "That's right, I..."

"But I won't help you finish this bowl of soup."

“…”

He Yan: "Xiao Jue, you are really stingy."

…

Two days later, He Yan and Xiao Jue went to see Xia Chengxiu.

He Yan originally thought that she would see a sad and depressed girl, but to her surprise, Xia Chengxiu looked pretty good.

When He Yan saw her, she was playing a small red lacquer drum and teasing the baby in the bamboo basket. The baby's eyes were squinting, and his eyes kept following the drum, while he was babbling something. Xia Chengxiu was amused by him.

He Yan called out, "Miss Chengxiu." Xia Chengxiu was surprised when he saw her, then he said, "Miss He."

Xia Chengxiu had lost a lot of weight, and her clothes looked very loose, but she looked fine. Maybe it was because she was a mother, but she looked gentler. He Yan had been thinking about how to comfort her so that Xia Chengxiu would feel better, but now that he saw her, he realized that the words he had prepared were useless.

"Ms. Chengxiu, have you been okay these days?" He Yan thought for a long time and finally asked this question.

"Not bad." Xia Chengxiu said with a smile: "With Mu Xia by my side, life is not that hard."

He Yan felt a little uncomfortable after hearing this, but Xia Chengxiu looked at her and smiled instead, "Miss He, don't feel sad for me. When I first heard about Yan He's news, I found it hard to accept it, and even thought about just leaving him alone. But now that I have Mu Xia, some of my previous obsessions have gradually dissipated."

"When I married Yan He, I knew that this day might come. I just didn't expect it to come so soon." She lowered her head and smiled, "But since I have made the choice, there is nothing to say. Yan He is gone, and the living must live well." She looked at Mucha in the basket, "I think God is not too cruel to me. At least, I still have Mucha."

She was very clear-headed. There were some things that He Yan didn't need to say, Xia Chengxiu understood them herself. However, He Yan thought that sometimes being too smart and sensible might make people feel more distressed.

She talked to Xia Chengxiu for a while before she stood up and said goodbye.

After that, He Yan went to Hong Shan's house again.

Unlike Shitou and Huang Xiong, Hongshan still has a younger brother and an old mother at home. Hongshan's mother cried every day, and He Yan helped find a school so that Hongshan's brother could go to school, and also helped his mother's family with the expenses. As Xia Chengxiu said, the dead are gone, and those who stay must live well.

All she could do for Hongshan was to take care of his family.

…

In winter, at a restaurant in Linjiang, a banner with the word "wine" written on it fluttered in the wind. A strong man with a big knife walked up to the woman selling wine and asked in a rough voice, "Do you have apricot blossom wine?"

The woman looked up and saw the scarred face of the rough man, who looked like a bandit. She was a little scared and whispered, "I'm sorry, my guest, there is no apricot wine in winter, only rice wine."

She thought that this ferocious man would be angry, but he just said, "Give me three bowls of rice wine." He put the money on the table and walked away.

The woman was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly stood up and walked to the wine altar to get a wooden ladle to scoop up the wine.

Wang Ba looked at the small winery in silence.

Before coming here, he went to the bandit camp and gave the reward money he earned to his brothers, telling them not to rob in the future. Seeing that the people in the village were doing well by raising fish and growing crops, they should never again live a life of living on the edge of a knife.

When he went to Jiuchuan, Huang Xiong had told him about this restaurant near the river, where the apricot blossom wine was particularly sweet and fragrant. He promised to invite him to drink here after he returned from the war. He gladly agreed, but now, he is the only one who comes here to drink.

Time passed by in a flash, leaving no trace, but leaving traces everywhere. He was no longer as fierce and aggressive as he was when he first joined the army. The children in the village said that he had become much gentler now.

He didn't know what was going on, but it was fine this way.

For them, being able to come back alive is already a blessing from God.

Three bowls of wine were quickly served. They were home-brewed rice wine, which looked turbid and had a simple spicy taste. He tilted his head back and drank all the wine in the bowl in front of him. His throat and lower abdomen immediately felt hot and boiling.

"Brother," he wiped his mouth and exhaled a breath of alcohol, not knowing who he was talking to, "the wine is good."

No one answered him.

After a while, he picked up the remaining two bowls of wine and walked to the window. In front of the window, a willow tree swayed in the wind. In winter, the branches and leaves were all bare, but it would not be long before spring came and new green would grow here again.

He turned around and poured two bowls of wine into the ground in front of the willow tree, and the wine seeped in bit by bit.

He looked at it silently for a while, then whispered, "Please try it too."

…

In a noodle shop in the east of the city, a busy girl has changed into a light blue skirt with a circle of fluffy rabbit fur embroidered on the edge of the dress. Her hair is decorated with velvet flowers of the same color, which makes her already pretty face look even more charming.

The closer it gets to winter, the better the noodle shop business. In the early morning of the cold winter month, eating a bowl of hot yangchun noodles can warm your heart.

Sun Xiaolan was so busy that she had no time to rest until the last bowl of noodles was served. She was wiping the sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief when she suddenly saw a familiar figure in the crowd.

It was a dark and handsome young man who was walking by on the street. Sun Xiaolan thought he looked familiar and couldn't help but take a few more glances. Then she remembered that she had seen this young man once at the beginning of spring this year. He was accompanied by a taciturn and handsome young man. After they left, they left a pot of mountain peach blossoms on the table.

The girl was suddenly overjoyed and was about to call him, but someone behind her said, "Little girl, would you like another bowl of Yangchun noodles here?"

Sun Xiaolan responded with her mouth, then looked up and saw that the figure was no longer among the crowd coming and going.

Where are the people?

The urging voice behind her made her not think too much, and she just thought to herself, forget it, since these two boys are in Shuojing, there will definitely be a chance for them to meet again in the future. Who knows, they may come to this noodle restaurant in a few days.

Thinking of this, she felt happy again. Amid the hustle and bustle of the crowd, the only thing that stood out was the pot of mountain peach blossoms in front of the wooden counter of the noodle shop. It was lonely and withered in winter, but the bright and beautiful flowers painted on the pot seemed as gorgeous as spring.

…

The snow weighed down the eaves.

When He Yan came out of the Military Affairs Office, it was already dark.

Although she had a leg injury and Emperor Zhaokang had temporarily granted her sick leave, she still had to go to the Military Affairs Office to discuss matters with her colleagues after the battle of Jiuchuan Ji County. Qingmei was not convenient, so when she went out during the day, it was Chiwu who sent her. But today she stayed a little longer, and when she came out, it was already so late.

She was the only one left in the Military Affairs Office. He Yan came out with a cane and was just thinking about asking someone to find a carriage when she saw a person standing on the steps. He was wearing a moon-colored brocade dress with dark patterns. He was standing in the snow, and it seemed to illuminate the snow.

"Xiao Jue!" He Yan waved at him.

He smiled and walked forward.

"How come you are free today?" He Yan asked after he came closer. If she was extremely busy in the Military Affairs Office, Xiao Jue was even busier than her.

"I knew you hadn't gone home yet, so I came to pick you up," he said.

He Yan quickly took his arm, held onto the crutch with one hand, and jumped forward on one leg.

She herself didn't think anything was wrong. Her leg injury had actually healed a lot, but Lin Shuanghe didn't know what exaggerated words he said to Xiao Jue... In short, many times, He Yan felt that her life now was like that of a disabled person.

She took two steps, and Xiao Jue suddenly stopped. He Yan asked, "What's wrong?"

His eyes fell on He Yan's walking stick, and after thinking for a while, he walked in front of He Yan, squatted slightly, and said, "Come up."

"You...you want to carry me?" He Yan asked.

"Hurry up."

"This is not good," He Yan hesitated for a moment, "This is the Military Affairs Office. I have to work here every day. If someone sees me, it will ruin my reputation. Everyone knows how brave and invincible I was in Jiuchuan. If I look back, my god, I even need someone to carry me when I walk. Isn't it very embarrassing..."

"Are you coming up?"

He Yan said: "Go, go, go!"

She threw herself forward, wrapped her arms around Xiao Jue's neck, and was easily carried on Xiao Jue's back.

Xiao Jue carried her on his back and continued to walk out. He Yan leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Even if you don't care about my reputation, what about yours? Will others say that the Jade-faced Governor of Wei, Prince Huo Yan, looks impressive, but is actually a henpecked husband at home..."

"Miss He," Xiao Jue said calmly, "When you don't want to talk, you don't have to talk."

He Yan said: "Do you admit that you are a henpecked man?"

At times like this, Xiao Jue usually didn't bother to pay attention to her.

The wind was howling in the night and it was very cold walking on the road, but his back was warm and broad, as if it could support the entire future.

He Yan thought to herself, Xiao Jue is indeed more capable than He Yunsheng. If He Yunsheng had carried her for such a long distance, he would have cursed her and even complained that she was too heavy.

"Commander Xiao," He Yan's voice was gentle, and the hot air he exhaled sprayed on his neck, bringing a furry itch, "Is this your first time carrying a girl on your back?"

Xiao Jue's voice was very cold, "Are you a girl?"

No one saw the slightly curved corners of his mouth and the moving doting in his eyes.

"Am I not a girl?" He Yan asked doubtfully: "Then the one you like is a man?"

Xiao Jue stopped talking.

Maybe because she had been with him for so long, He Yan's ability to irritate people was gradually improving. Sometimes Xiao Jue couldn't argue with her, but maybe he was just too lazy to argue with her.

She won a game and became very proud of herself.

The night was deserted, the snow and the moon were the same silvery white, one side was quiet, the other side was connected to the night market with bright lights.

They walked with their backs to the hustle and bustle. On the street corners along the way, the dim lights hanging under the eaves illuminated the snow. Some people's backyard plum trees were in bloom, with a few petals sticking out sparsely from the fences, trembling with beauty.

There was no reason for the snowstorm, but she felt peaceful. On her way home, the night was beautiful.

She lay on Xiao Jue's back, looked at the moon in the sky, and called him, "Xiao Jue."

He hummed, and heard He Yan say, "Tell me, how will the moon be different from now in ten, twenty, or fifty years?"

Xiao Jue was stunned.

"I don't know." He answered after a while.

"I want to see what the moon will look like in a few decades and see how it will be different from now."

Xiao Jue raised his eyes and looked. The cool moon was like an eyebrow and pear blossoms were like snow. The voice of the person on his back was soft and quiet, and it made him feel at ease when he lay on his back.

"I want to know, too." His eyes softened, as bright as autumn water, and he spoke softly, "So... let's watch it together."

Let’s look at the moon together… in ten, twenty, fifty years.

The corners of He Yan's mouth slowly curled up.

What will it be like in the future?

Maybe the streets will not look like this ten years from now, maybe the snow and wind will be colder twenty years from now than now, maybe fifty years from now she and Xiao Jue will both have gray hair.

But the moon might be no different from tonight.

Even if there are differences, it doesn’t matter.

Ten, twenty, fifty years from now, the world will be different, she doesn’t know it now, but she knows...

She has always loved the moon.

A snowflake fell on the hair of the person in front of him, and He Yan gently brushed it away for him.

I just feel that it is more or less the same as usual, the moon is bright and the wind is gentle, tonight is just perfect.

"Go home." She urged with a smile.

"good."

over

－－－－－－－A side note－－－－－－－

The main text of "Female General Star" ends here. There are about three extra chapters. There are a lot of things to do at the end of the year, so the extra chapters will be updated every week.

This book is different from the previous ones. There is basically no plot of house fighting and power struggle. It can be regarded as a story of the heroine's growth. However, the growth point is not in business ability, but in healing the character defects brought by the original family (?)

Apart from her golden finger in fighting, Yanyan is just an ordinary girl. She looks cool and has a bit of a people-pleasing personality. Fortunately, she was gradually cured by many people's "favorites".

As for Xiao Jue, I found that many friends confused the "wolf type" with the "wolf dog type", and felt that he was not that coquettish. In fact, his wolf type lies in his calmness, affection, sense of order and untamable. It has nothing to do with coquettishness. He is not a little wolf dog (covering his face). Basically, his three views are closer to modern people, so he is destined to be attracted to He Yan.

If He Yan's loveliness lies in her purity and determination, then Xiao Jue's preciousness lies in his gentleness and respect.

In short, the moon is shining on Yanyan as she goes home. Thank you all for your company for another year. I hope you all will be healthy and successful in the new year!

See you in the extra chapter!