Sick Man Turns Out to be a General

1Yang Ningxiu stayed at his master's place for the time it took for an incense stick to burn, and listening to her own narration of all the suffering and happiness in front of his master, she felt like she was reading the story of someone else. The giant boulder that was originally in her heart, suddenly dropped slowly, and finally shattered into a cloud of smoke.    2

    

It had been more than a year, and she seemed to be getting better as she faced the new tomorrow. However, only she knew that the past had followed her, and the more she thought about it, the more she couldn't let it go. The pain made her afraid to face the new person, the new life.    

    

She was obsessed with everything she had paid those years ago, obsessed with the cruelty of her Han Family towards the two of them. Her heart was filled with hatred.    

    

After spitting out all the emotions that were accumulated in her heart, Yang Ningxiu felt much more relaxed. She thanked her Master sincerely once again and left.    

    

After feeling at ease, even the air smelled a sweet fragrance, Yang Ningxiu stepped on the joyous footsteps, and headed towards the back of the mountain from the small path behind the temple.    

    

At the back of the mountain, there was a clear bamboo forest. Beside the bamboo forest was a clear river, and beside the stream grew a few flowers. There were few people and it was quiet and peaceful. It was a quiet and comfortable place.    

    

Before Yang Ningxiu got married, she would often come with the old lady to pay respects. Every time she came to the National Guardian Temple, she would always stay there for a while to feel the scent of nature, after which she would feel very comfortable.    

    

The weather in the first month of January was still somewhat cold, especially in the bamboo forest, it felt even colder. However, Yang Ningxiu was especially happy, the smile on her face was like a blossoming flower.    

    

But the joy did not last long, for she heard a broken sob.    

    

Someone?    

    

Yang Ningxiu frowned, she retreated a step with some hesitation and turned to leave, but the crying sound came out again. It was clear and sharp, like the crying of a child.    

    

How could there be children here? Could he have been lost?    

    

She turned back, following the sound, and saw a small figure huddled in a clump of bushes. His back was to her, and his body was trembling slightly.    

    

Was he injured?    

    

Yang Ningxiu frowned, she wanted to reach out to touch the child, but the child suddenly turned around, scaring her to the point that she almost fell down.    

    

"You … "You …" The little boy's eyes widened when he saw the stranger. He tried to make a sound, but his throat was stuck and he was unable to speak.    

    

Yang Ningxiu didn't even have time to speak, he was already running around as if she had seen a ghost.    

    

Is she that bad?" She was actually this shocked. Yang Ningxiu touched her own face, thinking that this guy's eyes were a little terrible. Even if she wasn't a beauty, she was still a beauty, and when she saw her, it was as though she had seen a ghost.    

    

Not wanting to bicker with an eyeless brat, Yang Ningxiu was prepared to return to the temple, but the little fellow that was running away dived into the river with a poof.    

    

In the end, Yang Ningxiu was not heartless and jogged over, just as she was about to pull the child up.    

    

"Wah!" Don't kill me! "Don't kill me …" He suddenly cried out loud, crying until his heart tore through his lungs. "Wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu    

    

Kill her? Who did this kid think she was?    

    

A burst of scarlet red fainted in the water, the dense smell of blood gradually spread out. It was only then that Yang Ningxiu realized that the boy's clothes were stained with blood, and because he was submerged in the water, he fainted.    

    

She frowned and rationally told her that the kid was a nuisance and couldn't be saved, but she couldn't bring herself to leave the kid here to fend for herself.    

    

"Stop shouting, I'm not here to kill you." Yang Ningxiu patted his little butt, then pulled the child up and carried him back to the temple's hut.    

    

"..."    

    

"What do you want to do to me?" The little boy was naked as he hid under the blanket. He stared at Yang Ningxiu with widened eyes, his gaze filled with vigilance and precaution different from his age.    

    

Yang Ningxiu sat on the side of the bed, tidying up a pile of clothes. Hearing his words, she turned her head to look at him, sizing him up, yes, quite a pretty face, but her gaze was too vicious, like a wolf's. It seemed that she would be torn apart in the next second.    

    

Looking at his age, he should be around the same age as Nannan. He should be lively and is a naughty little boy, how could he be calm and vigilant, just like a mature adult.    

    

"Listen." She grabbed the kid by the front collar with her left hand and held his face in her right. "I'm not a bad guy, and I'm not interested in killing you."    

    

"Liar! Your master loves to lie the most. You must have said that on purpose to lower my guard, then secretly poison me, or sell me to the northwest. "    

    

Yang Ningxiu rolled her eyes as she wondered what the little brat had gone through to have such a brain.    

    

"Do you think I look like a merciless killer?"    

    

It doesn't look like it. The little boy continued to look at this woman who had suddenly appeared in front of him with great caution. The more he looked at her, the weirder he became. If she hadn't come to kill him, how would she have known where he was? And bring him back?    

    

"You - don't try to kidnap me, bad people don't write bad people on their faces!" The little boy was still wary and didn't dare to relax.    

    

"What makes you want to kidnap me?"    

    

"I …" Realizing that he had almost exposed his identity, the little boy quickly covered his mouth with his hands and stared at Yang Ningxiu even harder, as if he was saying, don't even think about getting me into this secret, I won't tell you anything, you bad guy.    

    

He shrank back against the wall, his hands gripping the covers nervously.    

    

"If you shrink any more, it will be embedded into the wall." Yang Ningxiu kindly reminded him.    

    

"None of your business." "No," the little boy snapped back, leaning against the wall as if that was the only way to give him a sense of security.    

    

No matter.    

    

Yang Ningxiu ignored him and picked out a piece of clothing from the pile. After sewing it, she looked at it and confirmed that there were no problems. She then waved her hand at the little boy: "Come, I'll change your clothes."    

    

The little boy glared at her, refusing to listen to her.    

    

Yang Ningxiu lifted off the quilt, and reached out to grab her. The little guy shyly used her hands to cover her own little chicken, and said shamefully and angrily: "You are shameless, you actually dared to peek at me … "Wuwuwu, you're shameless …"    

    

He was just a little kid, so what if he saw it? What else could he do?    

    

Yang Ningxiu didn't understand the little boy's intentions. She held him down and helped him put on his clothes.    

    

"Don't make a ruckus, or I'll throw you out." Yang Ningxiu patted his butt, then helped him put on her cotton jacket.    

    

The little boy was quiet now, but his eyes were staring at Yang Ningxiu accusingly, as if she had done something unforgivable.    

    

"Miss, Jiang Tang is here." Dong Ling brought in the ginger soup. When she saw the little boy sitting inside, she was shocked. "Miss, where did this child come from?"    

    

"I picked it up from the back of the mountain." Yang Ningxiu took the ginger soup and passed it to the little boy, "Hurry up and drink it, don't get yourself caught in the cold."    

    

The little boy really didn't want to take it, but he knew in his heart that if he didn't drink the ginger soup, he would get sick. He felt very uncomfortable, so he reluctantly took the soup and drank it.    

    

Seeing this, Dong Ling was confused. Since when did the young miss have the habit of picking things up randomly? As soon as he picked it up, he picked up a living person.    

    

"Elder Sister Xiu …"    

    

Yang Ningxin's voice came from outside, the little boy's eyes widened, she threw the bowl of ginger soup, and quickly hid under the blanket.    

    

"Elder Sister Xiu, let me tell you something." Yang Ningxin revealed a gossipy smile, "There is a man covered in blood outside, holding a big blade, it is very scary, rushing into the hall to look for his son, it is really funny, how could the great National Protector Temple hide his son?"    

    

Yang Ningxin's gaze was fixed on a small hill on the bed. It was so obvious, but with a glance, she could tell that a person was hiding inside. She looked at Yang Ningxiu in disbelief. What was going on? Did she not wake up this morning?    

    

"Don't let your imagination run wild." Yang Ningxiu reached out and flicked her forehead, "I picked that up from the back of the mountain."    

    

"Picked up a living person?" Yang Ningxin was suspicious.    

    

"He fell into the water."    

    

"That little stream in the back of the mountain up to the ankles?"    

    

Yang Ningxiu didn't answer as she reached out to pinch her chubby little face. Instead, she said to Dong Ling, "Dong Ling, go tell the temple master that I picked up a child at the back of the mountain."    

    

He turned around and went to pull the small hill on the bed. "Hurry up and get up. Your father is here to see you."    

    

The little boy stubbornly refused to come out. Yang Ningxiu had no choice but to pull Yang Ningxin to the side and wait for Dong Ling to come back.    

    

"This kid has a temper." Yang Ningxin looked at the small hill that was arched upwards, and said.    

    

Yang Ningxiu did not say anything. A child who had a strong sense of wariness would definitely be living a bad life. Even if he had a temper, it was still something that could be forgiven.    

    

Dong Ling very quickly brought a person back, and it was just as Yang Ningxin said. Holding a large blade, with her entire body covered in blood, it was not hard to imagine, he had just fought with someone before, and Yang Ningxiu suddenly understood why the little boy was so adamant that he wanted to kill her.    

    

"Where is my son?" The rough voice contained an indescribable coldness.    

    

Yang Ningxiu pointed inside.    

    

The man glanced at her before walking in. He whispered to the small hill on the bed, "Xuan'er …"    

    

Hearing his father's voice, Lei Zixuan immediately pulled back his blanket, threw himself into Lei Zhen's embrace and started crying loudly.    

    

He was only a six year old child, and everything that had happened today had long since surpassed what he could bear.    

    

Lei Zhen patted his son's back in heartache and hugged his son with one arm. He turned around and thanked Yang Ningxiu.    

    

Yang Ningxiu laughed, and did not say much, it was just a coincidence, and that was fate.    

    

At this time, Yang Ningxiu still did not know that this was fate, and it would bring about a tremendous change in her life.