He Xichen [Quick Transmigration]

A funeral was held in Heyang Village. He Yuelan, a talented woman in the village, died, leaving behind a pair of young children and a widowed scholar who only knew how to read.Su Changqing was weak in body and bones, cried and fainted in front of his wife's coffin in the first seven years, suffered a serious illness, and stayed in bed for two years, the high-spirited scholar almost lost his human form.

There was a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine in the warm air, and there was a soft quilt under his body. Before He Xichen opened his eyes, he was already familiar with the physical condition of this body, and his memories were well integrated. .

The Su family has farmed and studied for generations, with few descendants. In Su Changqing's generation, he is the only one. Fortunately, the family has little savings and employs people for dozens of acres of land. They have a fixed income every year, so they can be regarded as a small rich family.Otherwise, with the two children and a servant in the family, they would not be able to survive this difficult time.

The immature 12-year-old girl pushed open the closed door with a squeak, holding a bowl of dark brown soup with a strange smell in her hand.

"Ah Jiu." He Xichen got up while supporting his drowsy head, Su Jiu hurriedly put the bowl on the table, and quickly gave a hand.

"Father, don't worry!" The chubby little face was mature and steady that didn't match his age.

He Xichen chuckled a few times, touched Su Jiu's flat bun: "Where is Ruoyuan?"

Su Ruoyuan is Su Jiu's elder brother, only 13 years old.The name of one person is taken from "Chu Songs" - the heart dissolves so immeasurably, and the love is as light as the abyss;

"Brother is in the school and hasn't come back yet." Su Jiu handed He Xichen the soup that he just took in, and seeing that he was frowning and dodging, persuaded him earnestly, "If Daddy doesn't drink it, he won't get better. of."

"Look at what you said, I didn't say no to drinking, for our little Ajiu, no matter what, Dad has to get well soon!" He Xichen laughed, took the porcelain bowl, pinched his nose and drank it down .

The taste buds were full of disgusting bitterness, He Xichen shuddered and returned the bowl to Su Jiu, who was staring at him, and flicked her forehead with his fingers: "Are you satisfied now?" There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, gentle and elegant, unlike before lifeless.

Su Jiu clutched her forehead in a daze, her eyes widened—her father seemed to come back to life.

It has been two years, after my mother died, my father suffered from serious and minor illnesses, his consciousness sank, and he lost his vitality. It seemed that the anger of the whole person was buried in the dust along with his wife's coffin.Now those black lacquer-like eyes light up again, as if hope for the world has been ignited.

"Full, satisfied." Su Jiu couldn't help but raised a silly smile, revealing a missing front tooth.

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Before Su Changqing, He Xichen had "resurrected from the dead" more than a dozen times, which is the fate of the protagonist in the novel.How long this endless reincarnation will last, He Xichen doesn't know, he only knows that being stared at by Su Jiu and pouring three bowls of bitter medicine every day is really not human!

He Xichen is proficient in medical skills, and has long known how crippled his body is. Even if he manages to cure his disease, he may not live long. He has long put life and death aside, but he can't treat the two children as nothing.

Aunt Li was a servant of the Su family, perhaps because she saw the two children as pitiful. After He Yuelan died, it was thanks to her that she spared no effort to manage the affairs, so the family did not collapse overnight.She thought that Su Changqing was going to collapse, but she didn't want the soft-tempered Su Xiucai to get back up abruptly.

Scholars are always blessed by Wenquxing!

Aunt Li believed in this even more firmly.She was sitting on a small bench, pinching a handkerchief, neatly stitched out under her hand.

The spring day was just right, there were only three people in the courtyard of the huge Su residence, it was quiet and peaceful.A jujube tree was planted by the wall, with luxuriant branches and leaves.He Xichen was only wearing a thin shirt, lying on the rocking chair, lazily basking in the sun.His body hadn't regained its vitality, and his legs and feet were going to be weak after two steps, as weak as a blind cat.

Aunt Li would point out the little girl from time to time, and from time to time, she would look up at He Xichen who was sitting comfortably in the rocking chair beside her, admiring secretly.Su Changqing has a handsome appearance, and he is a modest gentleman, not to mention that after recovering from illness, his demeanor is particularly extraordinary.

The worrying nature of middle-aged women made Aunt Li nod her head—with just this handsome face, Mr. Xiucai might not be able to find a sequel!Aunt Li loves Su Jiu, how can a man understand about her daughter's family?In a few years, it's time for Ah Jiu to find a marriage, and a stepmother can also serve as an adviser.

Aunt Li's guess Su Jiu didn't know at all, her fleshy fingers flew to embroider female red, glanced at the paper on the table, and then at the cozy father, couldn't help chuckling: "Why doesn't daddy read books anymore?" ?”

"That's right, Mr. Xiucai wasted a lot of time in the past few years, and now we have to work harder. When the time comes, the number one scholar will come back to honor our ancestors!" Aunt Li interjected.She had been working here when Master Su was still alive, and she watched Su Changqing grow up, her feelings are not fake at all, and her words carry weight.Like every fanciful and confident parent in the world, Aunt Li believes that if Su Changqing ends up, he will come back with the champion!

He Xichen put his hands behind his head indifferently. He has no interest in imperial examinations. In his eighth reincarnation, he has already tasted the experience of studying hard for ten years and being an excellent official. Playing in the water is comfortable.The rocking chair was rocking back and forth, He Xichen thought for a while, and before he could speak, a handsome young man pushed the door in with a cold face.

"Master Ruoyuan!" Aunt Li shouted, stood up from the stool, patted on her clothes, and was about to go to the kitchen to bring some snacks to Su Ruoyuan.

"Brother." Su Jiu called out.

He Xichen, with the old god around, also waved his hands at the young man: "Ruoyuan, are you back?"

Su Ruoyuan hesitated in front of the door for a while, finally just nodded, called "Father" coldly, and then walked towards his room with dodgy eyes.

"Hey, Mr. Xiucai still wants to talk to Master Ruoyuan. The indifference of the two fathers and sons makes it impossible for outsiders to make fun of it." Aunt Li was nagging and worried again.

He Xichen responded with ease, while looking meaningfully at the East Wing——Cheap son's walking posture just now was not natural.He pinched the face of Su Jiu who was frowning like a little adult, and then turned around to comfort Aunt Li: "Changqing will talk to Ruoyuan now."

When the knock on the door sounded, Su Ruoyuan was copying the copybook at the desk in front of the window. Before he could ask, the person outside the door shouted: "Ruoyuan, it's Daddy."

Su Ruoyuan's hand trembled and almost dropped the brush!

He respected Su Changqing very much, even if the man sank into grief after his mother died and neglected his young children, he did not complain at all.For his father's cheering up these days, he is really happy in his heart, but he has long forgotten how father and son get along with each other, and his introverted temperament will not take the initiative to express intimacy.

Su Ruoyuan rubbed his stiff face, and just about to open the door, he took back the steps he took, and hurriedly straightened the wrinkles of his clothes with both hands, after thinking and thinking, he spread out the copybook on the desk .He took a few deep breaths, with a calm expression on his face, walked to the door with one hand and opened it.Facing He Xichen's sudden visit, he still lost his composure.

"Father, father." He stammered and lacked confidence, fully exposing his inner unrest.

Su Ruoyuan, who was blushing, couldn't see He Xichen's expression against the light, and suddenly felt a heavy weight on the top of his head, a big warm hand stroked the top of his hair, with rare warmth and love.

"Don't bear with being bullied outside. If you complain to daddy, daddy will fight back for you immediately!"

A simple sentence instantly made Su Ruoyuan's eyes widen in bewilderment.

"I……"

He Xichen patted his forehead, and said with a half-smile: "What? You think I can't see that you're hurt?"

Su Ruoyuan finally couldn't hold back that calm and self-sufficient air, raised her head in a panic, and met He Xichen's gentle eyes, feeling inexplicably at ease.

"It's nothing, it's just a fall." Su Ruoyuan hesitated, pinching his cuff unnaturally with one hand.

"It's up to you whether you have anything to do, let me take a look at the injury first." He Xichen directly pushed him into the chair in the room, squatted on the ground and gently took off his shoes and socks, his ankles were bruised and his knees were The skin was scratched, and blood drops like snow plums oozed out.

With He Xichen staring at the wound with such concern, Su Ruoyuan covered her knees with some embarrassment: "I accidentally tripped over it."

The nightmare funeral two years ago robbed Su Changqing of his last bit of energy and anger. He was weak and unable to continue to pay attention to Su Ruoyuan's studies, so he could only send him to the ethnology of the Wen family in Heyang Village.It can't be said that he was bullied, but he suffered a lot of indifference, and the injury he suffered today was indeed careless.The young man couldn't save face, and refused to tell his family members, intending to endure it and pass.

He Xichen kneaded his slender ankle, making sure that he didn't hurt any bones before he felt relieved.

"Daddy is going to teach in the school in the village, do you want to transfer here?" He asked.It would be too boring to stay at home all the time, He Xichen didn't want to go to scientific research, but he wanted to reduce some burdens for the family, so he simply went to teach and educate people.

Su Ruoyuan's light-colored lips moved, staring at He Xichen's thin back in a daze, and frantically went through the content of today's teaching in his mind-Confucius said: A gentleman has nine thoughts, seeing Simming, listening to Sicong, Think gentle in color, respectful in appearance, loyal in words, respectful in things, ask questions in doubt, think difficult in anger, think righteous in seeing...

A gentleman has nine thoughts...

Su Ruoyuan silently recited the saint's humble words over and over again, but still couldn't restrain the corners of his mouth from curling up.

"Yes!" He mumbled after a while.

At dinner, Su Jiu picked up the rice, her eyes fell on her elder brother, her eyebrows frowned like earthworms.

Why is my brother always giggling?

Su Jiu couldn't figure it out, and shook her head, a piece of tender scrambled eggs suddenly appeared in the bowl, looking up, He Xichen smiled and said, "Children will only grow taller if they eat more."

Su Jiu instantly cast away that bit of doubt, her eyes sparkled, and she generously gave He Xichen a big and brilliant smile that lacked front teeth.

The Su family was very friendly, and He Xichen took the time to visit the village chief. After explaining his intentions, he was easily admitted into the school and became an honorable teacher.

The Wen Clan School a few streets away was not very peaceful. Wen Zhanhe, the hot-tempered eldest son of the Wen family, dropped a cup of tea and shouted angrily, "What is he, Su Chengyou? go!"

"Seventh brother, here, Su Ruoyuan is his son!" Wen Zhanming, head of the Wen family, stroking his beard, persuaded in embarrassment, "It's only natural for me to teach my son, Su Chengyou is also talented, and he will never delay Su Ruoyuan."

"Hmph! I overpowered him back then, and he dared to show his eyes in front of me? In recent years, he has let himself down, and the ink in his stomach may have dried up long ago!"

Wen Zhanhe was Su Changqing's former classmate, and he was seven or eight years younger than him in terms of age.The two of them passed the talent examination in the same year, and after He Yuelan died, he won the Juren, but Su Changqing turned into a puddle of mud, making him, an old opponent, angry and impatient!

"No! Su Ruoyuan is a good seedling, and he must not be planted in his father's hands!" Wen Zhanhe thought about it, shook his sleeves, and walked out the door, "Brother, don't bother with me! I have to solve this matter!"

"Hey --" Wen Zhanming supported the door, watched Wen Zhanhe, who was wearing a blue shirt, go away, and sighed helplessly.

Wen Zhanhe is a man who is anxious about public affairs and righteousness. He won the election a year ago, but because he couldn't get used to the officialdom style, under the blue sky and broad daylight, he overthrew the censor who had lost his personal morality. He packed his bags and left Luoyang without looking back. Be a teacher at home.There are many children in the family, but they just fell in love with the son of the old rival. He wanted to take the school exam a few more times, but he was cut off halfway, and his hair blew up in anger.

That's all, the seventh brother is a measured man, probably won't cause any trouble.