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

Rong Sheng's hand trembled unconsciously as he held the portrait.

Because this is the first time since my rebirth that I have seen what I looked like in my previous life.

In his previous life, the days of riding a horse and galloping on the battlefield with a sword in hand appeared before Rong Sheng’s eyes again.

There's no going back...

She lowered her head somewhat disappointedly. Now the original owner had a thin body.

Even though I practiced day after day and the muscles in my limbs became stronger, there were still some limitations on my body shape.

Her hand unconsciously touched the armor in the painting.

The painting is so lifelike...

However, it seems that I have never asked anyone to paint my portrait in my previous life?

Rong Sheng was stunned for a moment, then opened all the other scrolls.

In this way, she patiently compared the portrait in her hand with other paintings one by one for a long time.

Finally it was confirmed that the portrait was painted by Song Xuanlin himself.

Rong Sheng sat down on the ground, thinking of a possibility, and his breathing quickened unconsciously -

Could it be that Song Xuanlin...

I thought of Wanjing Mountain and everything in the thatched cottage, as well as Song Xuanlin’s mumbling in his dream at that time.

It dawned on her.

It turns out that Song Xuanlin has always had a crush on his previous self.

He just kept it in his heart.

Therefore, he was determined to clear the Shen family's name, not just because he had saved Concubine Wei in his previous life.

And the Feixue Sword and the Black Iron Knife in his hands...

Rong Sheng quickly connected everything that had happened in his mind, and it was like a wake-up call.

So when I was in Ningyuan Temple, Song Xuanlin kept testing me, and I used the Cloud Wind Technique in a desperate situation.

Later in Wanjing Mountain, those weird and sarcastic remarks he made were also because he suspected that he was related to Shen Yun.

“What are you doing here!?”

Song Xuanlin's sudden shout interrupted Rong Sheng's thoughts.

The two people, one big and one small, in the room looked up almost at the same time when they heard the voice, and all looked at Song Xuanlin, who was walking towards them with a grim face, in panic.

"Brother Xuanlin..." Seeing that Song Xuanlin had never been so serious, Song Yuanyi's whole face drooped instantly.

"Didn't I tell you not to come in casually?" Song Xuanlin's gaze first fell on Song Yuanyi, with a hint of blame in his tone.

"Yuan Yi has long been tired of the games played by the older sisters these days, and Yuan Yi just wants to find something else fun." Song Yuan Yi could only grumble in a low voice, pouting her lips and shaking the corner of Song Xuan Lin's clothes, "Brother Xuan Lin, don't be angry."

Seeing Song Yuanyi, who was like a porcelain doll, admitting her mistake obediently, Song Xuanlin's expression eased a little.

Only then did he look up at Rong Sheng.

Rong Sheng had recovered from her shock. She stood up and stared at Song Xuanlin's handsome face calmly.

But Song Xuanlin's attention at this moment was all on the portrait in Rong Sheng's hand.

He snatched the portrait away, his eyes clearly flustered: "Don't touch my things without my permission."

"Brother Xuanlin, Fairy Sister came here to help Yuanyi, don't talk to her like that!" Noticing Song Xuanlin's cold tone, Song Yuanyi used his small body to block Rong Sheng and shouted at Song Xuanlin.

"Fairy sister?" Song Xuanlin looked at Song Yuanyi's little face in surprise, wondering when these two people had become so familiar with each other?

"Uh, this..." Rong Sheng came back to her senses, and looked at Song Xuanlin with a deeper gaze, "Please forgive me, Your Majesty. It was Princess Yuanyi who asked me to come here to help tidy up. I didn't mean to break in."

"Well... this won't happen again." Song Xuanlin was not the kind of person who would haggle over trivial matters.

Seeing that the surroundings were indeed a bit messy, he guessed that it must be the troublemaker Song Yuanyi who made the place a mess and finally sneaked away to look for help.

Song Xuanlin withdrew his gaze and carefully put away the portrait in his hand.

"Your Highness, the person in this painting seems to be General Shen Yun." Rong Sheng's inky black eyes fixed on Song Xuanlin, his gaze deep and boundless, "Why does Your Highness have a portrait of General Shen Yun?"

"..."

Song Xuanlin paused, and a complex expression flashed across his eyes: "General Shen Yun saved my mother, and I admire him, so I secretly kept her portrait. Is there anything wrong with that?"

"But wasn't this painted by the prince himself?" Rong Sheng spread out a stack of scrolls in front of Song Xuanlin, his eyes becoming sharper.

Song Xuanlin looked at the rest of his paintings with a somewhat stiff expression.

He lowered his head and put away the paintings, intentionally or unintentionally avoiding Rong Sheng's gaze: "This was what General Shen Yun invited me to paint for her, but I didn't have time to give it to her in the end."

Oh, you're lying.

Rong Sheng's lips curled slightly: "I didn't know that the prince had such an intersection with General Shen Yun."

"How old were you then?" Song Xuanlin's cheeks turned red when he heard this, and he raised his voice to hide his guilty conscience, "You naturally don't know about these past events."

Rong Sheng caught the subtle expression on Song Xuanlin's face, chuckled secretly, and stopped probing further.

"It's getting late, I'll send someone to take you..." Song Xuanlin put the scroll back to its place and looked up at Rong Sheng, only to find that the scar on his forehead seemed to be oozing blood.

His face instantly darkened: "You haven't even bandaged your wound, but you come here to help this troublemaker, it's really ridiculous."

When Rong Sheng heard this, he wanted to raise his hand to touch his forehead, but was held back by Song Xuanlin's broad and powerful hand.

Then, in the face of Rong Sheng's surprised gaze, he did not let go of her hand, and seemed very concerned about her injury.

Song Xuanlin eagerly pulled Rong Sheng out of the secret door, and finally pressed her to sit on the side couch.

"Girls pay the most attention to their appearance," Song Xuanlin said in a scolding tone like an old father, "You are the opposite. It's as if this face is not your own. You don't cherish it at all."

This face is definitely not mine...

Rong Sheng once again thought of the portrait Song Xuanlin had drawn of his previous life, and felt both longing and sad.

How nice it would be if I were reborn in my previous life, when I just met Song Xuanlin.

Li Yujing was not there at that time, but all the relatives were still around.

It's a pity that now that I've been reborn, I can only bear this body, with no relatives to turn to, and I can't even dream...

When she thought of this, she looked up at the person in front of her, wondering if she could only retire to the mountains after everything was settled...

At this moment, Song Xuanlin did not notice Rong Sheng's turbulent emotions. He was carefully selecting ointment in the cabinet.

After a while, he finally came over with a pile of medicine bottles.

Rong Sheng sat quietly on the couch, watching Song Xuanlin frowning uncharacteristically, his eyes moving between several medicine bottles.

"Your Highness, this is it." Rong Sheng smiled lightly and took up a medicine bottle. Just as he was about to open it, it was snatched away by Song Xuanlin.

"Since it is inconvenient for you, I will apply medicine for you." His tone did not allow for negotiation.

"Okay...ok." Seeing that he was so persistent, Rong Sheng could only put his hands down and sit down obediently.

Song Xuanlin dipped a little ointment with his fingertips and gently applied it on Rong Sheng's wound.

The warm and cool touch on his forehead made Rong Sheng's heart tremble.

She raised her eyelids slightly and looked at Song Xuanlin in front of her, only to find that his angular face was less than a fist away from her.

As if he noticed Rong Sheng's gaze, Song Xuanlin subconsciously lowered his eyes.

But he never expected to meet Rong Sheng's clear and beautiful eyes.

His ears turned red instantly, but his fingertips still lingered on Rong Sheng's smooth forehead.