The female general was reborn in the enemy's house? They all die!

"Although I'm not a fairy sister, I can still help you, Princess Yuanyi."

Seeing the little child looking at him pitifully, Rong Sheng's heart melted.

"No, you are the fairy sister!" Yuan Yi saw Rong Sheng denying it, and suddenly frowned and argued, "Yuan Yi has never seen anyone as beautiful as you in the palace, so you must be a fairy in disguise!"

"Okay..." Rong Sheng's mouth twitched, a little helpless, "Then please turn around first, and wait for the fairy sister to put on her clothes and then you can go, okay?"

"it is good!"

Yuan Yi was very happy to hear this, and he jumped back to the door: "Fairy sister, please hurry up, if it's too late, Yuan Yi is afraid that Brother Xuanlin will find out."

After hearing this, Rong Sheng hurriedly stepped out of the bathtub, and while responding, she awkwardly changed into the clean clothes prepared by Nanny Jiang.

Then she gently came to Yuan Yi's side.

Looking quietly at the little girl in front of him whose height is not even as tall as his waist.

How cute! She smiled.

Song Yuanyi was seen covering his eyes tightly with his chubby little hands. Because he was covering his eyes too tightly, his little body was shaking from side to side.

"How long will it take, Fairy Sister?"

The little girl was obviously unable to hold on any longer and urged in a baby voice.

"Princess Yuanyi, I'm fine. Put your hands down." Rong Sheng smiled again.

"Oh——" Song Yuanyi felt relieved and quickly let go of his hand. He raised his head and blinked his big eyes a few times before he could see Rong Sheng in front of him clearly.

The clothes that Nanny Jiang prepared for Rong Sheng were a plain brocade dress, which was simple, elegant and light. Combined with Rong Sheng's snow-white skin, she could really be described as ethereal.

"Wow——" Song Yuanyi's cherry-like mouth opened wide in surprise, "Fairy sister, you are so beautiful!"

"Uh, hehe." Facing Song Yuanyi's unreserved praise, Rong Sheng smiled shyly, "Princess Yuanyi, let's go."

"Oh yes, fairy sister, come with Yuanyi!" Song Yuanyi slapped his forehead, and immediately hurriedly took Rong Sheng's hand and ran towards Song Xuanlin's bedroom.

Soon, the two arrived at the door of the bedroom.

Rong Sheng stopped hesitantly. Although she had been here before, she was injured and was carried in at that time.

But now that I am sober and breaking into Song Xuanlin’s bedroom like this, isn’t it inappropriate?

"Fairy sister, why did you stop?" Song Yuanyi raised his little head and looked at Rong Sheng with some doubt, "Go in quickly, Brother Xuanlin will really be back soon!"

Seeing Song Yuanyi pulling his arm anxiously, Rong Sheng felt determined.

It will only be a moment anyway. If I just move quickly, I can finish it before he comes back, right?

After thinking about it, Rong Sheng continued to follow Song Yuanyi inside.

Song Yuanyi dragged Rong Sheng around and finally arrived at the depths of the bedroom.

Rong Sheng had taken a quick look at Song Xuanlin's bedroom before.

I remember that although this place was very big, the furnishings were very simple.

There were just some simple desks and coffee tables, without even a single calligraphy or painting or antique.

She once thought that Song Xuanlin didn't have many things because he had been fighting outside for many years and didn't come back often.

But the place where Song Yuanyi brought her was actually the secret door of the bedroom.

This secret door is cleverly designed, and probably no one would know about it unless Song Xuanlin himself told them.

Song Yuanyi is his sister from the same mother, and she is still a child, so it is not surprising that she knows this.

"Sister Fairy, this is it!" Song Yuanyi pointed at the secret door in front of him and said anxiously, "Let's go in quickly!"

Just as Rong Sheng was wondering in surprise whether to go in, Song Yuanyi suddenly pushed open the secret door.

"Sister Fairy, it's a bit messy in there, please don't be surprised!"

Then, without giving Rong Sheng a chance to say anything, Song Yuanyi rushed in holding her arm.

When the two of them stood in the middle of the room, Rong Sheng finally understood why Song Yuanyi was so anxious.

Indeed, it is very messy.

There are countless letters and paintings piled up here, but they should have been neatly arranged on the bookshelf.

At the moment, they were scattered all over the place, and some of the books even had a few pages torn off...

"This... was all caused by you?" Rong Sheng murmured in surprise.

Judging from Song Xuanlin's usual attire and habits, he probably likes to keep things in order.

It’s really hard to imagine what kind of expression he would have if he saw everything in front of him.

Will I go crazy on the spot...

Seeing Rong Sheng standing there in shock without saying a word, Song Yuanyi quickly shook her hand gently.

"Sister Fairy, these books are too heavy, and the shelf is too high. Yuan Yi can't move them." Song Yuan Yi's expression was aggrieved and a little embarrassed. "Can you help Yuan Yi?"

"It's okay, I can fix it quickly for the princess."

Rong Sheng readily agreed, rolled up his sleeves, and quickly moved the heavy books one by one and arranged them on the shelf.

I thought that although the project was quite large, fortunately I had a talent for hard labor, so this little bit of work was no problem.

Soon, as she moved things around tirelessly, the originally messy floor became much more pleasing to the eye than before.

As time passed, until the last stack of letters was put away, Rong Sheng wiped the sweat off his face and leaned against the shelf, breathing heavily.

Looking at the bookshelf full of books and letters, she thought that this was Song Xuanlin's real study.

She moved closer and scanned the types of books.

Human geography, poetry, military strategy...

It’s really rich.

Song Xuanlin is only in his early twenties, and there is a reason why he can stand out among the princes.

This level of hard work and forbearance alone is incomparable even to the crown prince.

Song Yuanyi was not idle either.

In fact, she had been twisting her small body and bending down to pick up the letters scattered everywhere.

There are still some calligraphy and paintings left on the ground at this moment.

Some are still fully rolled, while others are half unfolded.

"Hey, this is really fun--" Song Yuanyi took a look at the calligraphy and painting under his feet and couldn't help but become interested.

While muttering to herself, she quickly squatted down and lay on the ground to look at the exposed calligraphy and paintings.

Because the things drawn on it were all beyond Song Yuanyi's understanding.

Some are large, vigorous characters, while others are little figures brandishing swords and guns.

After looking at so many calligraphy and paintings, Song Yuanyi raised his little head and was about to stand up when he suddenly saw a large human figure not far away.

"Huh? Who is this?"

She stretched out her tender little hand and held the portrait in her hand.

The person in the painting is a young woman.

She was sitting on a Ferghana horse with a majestic look on her face, wearing armor and holding a spear, looking like a female general who had been on the battlefield for a long time.

"Fairy sister, Yuanyi doesn't know this person. Do you know who she is?" Song Yuanyi brought the portrait to Rong Sheng.

Rong Sheng's eyes were still glued to the bookshelf. She turned around and looked down when she heard the voice.

He saw Song Yuanyi blinking his big eyes and looking at him with a puzzled look on his face while holding up the calligraphy and painting.

"Oh, let me see."

Rong Sheng was also a little curious. As he stretched out his long arms, the portrait was completely exposed before his eyes.

this......

Isn’t the person in this painting me?

In my previous life...

Rong Sheng was stunned for a moment.

Why is my portrait here and who painted it?