He Yan was staring at the dove pot in a daze.

A voice brought her back to the present moment. "You don't know how to use it?"

She looked up and saw that the young man in the dark blue robe had already sat down on the stool in front of her bed and took the pot from her hand.

There was a secret hidden in the pot. It could hold two kinds of wine. It was a necessary tool for poisoning people. He tore off a piece of white cloth, poured a little, then a little. The first thing that flowed out was the medicine juice, and the last thing that flowed out was the medicine powder. There was also a small spoon embedded next to the handle of the pot. Xiao Jue took the spoon and slowly spread it evenly.

When he lowered his eyes to do these things, his long eyelashes drooped, and his profile was handsome and compelling, with a bit of the beauty of his youth, which made people stunned and they didn't know whether they were here in Liangzhou Wei or in Xianchang Pavilion thousands of miles away.

While He Yan was in a daze, he had already applied the ointment on the white cloth and threw it to He Yan, saying in an extremely cold tone: "Do it yourself."

"Oh," He Yan had expected this and whispered, "I didn't expect you to help me."

He heard it, staring at He Yan with a half-smile: "I dare not delay your chastity."

"It's good that you know." He Yan said with a smile: "But thank you, Governor, for such an expensive medicine."

"There's a shortage of medicine in the clinic, unless you want to die," he said.

He Yan looked at him seriously: "That can be considered as saving my life. I didn't expect the governor to be such a kind person."

Xiao Jue sneered, "I don't understand what you are saying." He stood up and left.

He Yan saw that he was really gone this time, so she leaned against the bed and sighed softly. Xiao Jue's medicine was very effective, it was cool and refreshing, and the pain was relieved a lot after applying it.

He Yan looked at the pot, his thoughts drifting away.

On that snowy night when he was fourteen, Xiao Jue was not as indifferent as he is now. At least when He Yan said "I don't know how to use it", he not only helped open the pot of medicine, but also applied the medicine to her personally.

It was very strange. The scene at that time was already very blurry, but when Xiao Jue did this today, those forgotten details slowly unfolded in front of He Yan's eyes, as if they had just happened, and it was incredibly clear.

She sat on a stone bench in the yard, while the usually lazy and indifferent boy applied medicine to her with rare patience. His eyebrows and eyes were like paintings, and his profile was right in front of He Yan. She could almost feel his warm breath, which had lost its former sharpness and brought soft warmth, completely covering her shivering heart.

The mask covered her face, so the other person couldn't see her expression, nor could he feel her throbbing at the time.

It is hard for anyone not to be moved by a person like him, especially when such a cold person treats others tenderly, even a heart of stone will be fluttering. He Yan was young at the time and had no resistance at all, so he was defeated in an instant.

After applying the medicine, he left. He Yan called him softly, "Your medicine."

"I'll give it to you." The boy answered nonchalantly, "You're so stupid, there's a lot of chances you'll get hurt in the future, keep it for yourself."

As she said, she was injured many times. The ointment in the pot had been used up long ago, and she lost it in a war, which was a pity.

On the second day, when the boys went to the academy to study, they found that the calligraphy on their desks had been soaked by water, and the handwriting was unrecognizable. It was suddenly a mess.

"Who did it? Come out and I will beat him to death!" they roared angrily.

"Isn't this simple? Look at whose calligraphy is clean, and search among them. You will always find the one who has a grudge against you." Someone offered a good idea.

He Yan's heart tightened, and she felt extremely annoyed. No wonder she was called stupid for not even thinking of such a thing. Her calligraphy was neat and tidy. After a quick check, wasn't it hers?

Forget it, it's done, a real man should take responsibility for his actions. She made up her mind and accepted her fate, watching those young men and asking the students in the academy to take out the calligraphy for inspection.

It will soon be in front of me.

He Yan mustered up his courage and was about to stand up and shout "I did it" when suddenly someone came in and slammed the book onto the table.

The noise was so loud that everyone looked over there. They saw a handsome young man in a white robe leaning against the wall, his arms folded across his chest, with a lazy look on his face. He said nonchalantly, "I did it."

A lot of crying.

"Brother Huai Jin, did you really do this?" someone asked cautiously.

Xiao Huaijin is not He Rufei. No one in the capital dares to offend him. Not to mention the Xiao family, he will even protect his master, who has been praised by the emperor himself.

"It's me." He answered confidently.

"But why?" the man asked with a tearful face.

"No reason," the boy glanced at him and replied in a neutral tone, "My hand slipped."

"Pfft", He Yan couldn't help laughing, but when he noticed everyone's gazes, he quickly turned around as if nothing had happened.

What happened next?

The matter was later dropped. Since it was Xiao Huaijin, no one else dared to say anything and could only blame themselves for their bad luck.

With a "creaky" sound, the door was pushed open and Shen Muxue walked in. She took away the empty medicine bowl and water basin, and told He Yan not to put pressure on the wound before leaving.

From the narrow window of the room, you can see the sky in all four corners. A bright moon hangs in the sky, and the stars are shining brightly.

She murmured in a low voice: "Today is Chinese Valentine's Day..."

She had never celebrated a festival before. She used to dress up as a man, so this festival had nothing to do with her. Later, when she married Xu Zhiheng, she was looking forward to it at the beginning. No matter how she dressed up as a man, when she was putting on makeup, she just wanted to be like an ordinary girl, go to the river with her lover to release flower boats, worship the immortal rice, steam Qiaoguo, and visit temples. I heard that there are fireflies on the mountain.

She mustered up her courage and asked Xu Zhiheng for the first time. Xu Zhiheng smiled and agreed, "Okay."

But before the Chinese Valentine's Day, she went blind. So this matter seemed to be forgotten. Xu Zhiheng did not bring it up again, and He Yan did not mention it either, thinking that he was too worried about her illness and no longer cared about it. Until the next day, He Wanru passed by her door and smiled as she asked someone to put away the lantern that Xu Zhiheng had given her the day before.

She just found out that Xu Zhiheng was not at home on the Chinese Valentine's Day, not because of work, but because he was accompanying He Wanru to a temple fair.

Life is like white clouds and morning dew. She didn't know how well she was as a man, but she knew that as a woman, she was really bad.

Just as she was thinking, Hong Shan came in from outside and saw the wine pot in her hand at a glance. He joked, "Hey, our governor also gave you a Qixi Festival gift! What a good wine, let me taste it!"

He Yan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

In her past and present lives, now thinking about it, this Qixi Festival was not that bad. She rode on the same horse as the man in the dreams of countless Wei women, touched his waist, rode his horse, walked through the mountain roads, looked at the starry sky, and finally got a pot of magic medicine for free.

It can be said that my life is not in vain.

——Digression——

In fact, this is a sweet story about a poor student who is reborn as a top student and meets the male god he had a crush on during school days and starts to conquer him all over again (not really)