Rong Xuan

Cao Hui woke up, partly because of the extremely slight rustling of the cloth behind the screen, and partly because of his own hunger.

"Who's there, Yuyan?" Cao Hui sat up from the bed with his head propped up, and glanced at the brightly closed window, even a little weak from hunger: "Is there any food left? I'm a little hungry."

The rustling sound behind the screen seemed to speed up, and after a while, the neatly dressed Sima Xuan came out with the changed clothes in his arms.

She raised her voice to call Yuyan in, and ordered in a warm voice: "Come in and wait for the wash and change, and then pass the food, she is hungry." After that, she went out with her clothes in her arms.

Cao Hui was slightly surprised, and subconsciously covered her face, but her sharp eyes clearly saw the faint blood stains on the wound cloth wrapped in those clothes. Could it be that this man's wound has opened again?

"What time is it?" Cao Hui asked Yu Yan who was making the bed and folding the quilt while washing with the hot water brought in by his servants.

"It's almost six o'clock." Yuyan tidied up the bed quickly, and went to use a stay to push open a window facing the street. "How is Madam resting at night? The servant listened to the fact that there were people downstairs all night long." Coming and going, the sound of horses and carriages going in and out is endless, I'm afraid that Madam won't be able to get a good night's sleep after finally getting ashore."

In recent years, Cao Hui has combed her hair by herself. After washing, she sat on the small table by the window to comb her hair.

On the small table, there was a set of toiletry items, which made Cao Hui a little surprised. The comb was a high-quality red agate comb that lasted for a hundred years. , and even extremely small items such as makeup and powder boxes, all reveal dignity everywhere.

After confirming that others could not see Cao Hui's unshaven face, Yuyan waved her hand to ask the little maids to remove the toiletry utensils, and turned to Cao Hui's side to help her comb her hair.

"These are all brought from our Marquis's mansion," Yuyan helped Cao Hui loosen her long hair, and her black hair hung down to her waist like a waterfall: "If madam doesn't like these, we have others for madam to choose from." .”

"No need," Cao Hui looked down at the jewelry on the small table, and finally picked out a wooden hairpin and handed it back to Yuyan: "When you are away from home, don't be too revealing..."

"Are you afraid that during the New Year's Eve, you will encounter robbery on the road?" Sima Xuan, who appeared at an unknown time, took the wooden hairpin into his hand, and signaled Yuyan to urge him to eat.

Yuyan handed the comb in her hand to Sima Xuan, walked briskly out of the room, and seemed to be in a good mood and said a few words to Liu Sheng who was guarding the door.

"Ask the Lord and Marquis." Cao Hui's long hair draped behind her was held in her hands, and she could only sit on the stool discreetly, without looking sideways.

"I haven't answered the question just now." Sima Xuan looked relaxed at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, lowered his head and carefully combed the long black hair in his hands: "Is it just because you don't wear these jewelry because you are afraid of being missed by thieves?"

"Well," Cao Hui glanced at these exquisite and expensive jewelry one by one, and for some reason suddenly remembered the extraordinary jade bracelet, "Your jade bracelet, which was set on the window of the carriage, I am temporarily I put it away for Junhou, and never had a chance to give it to you. Before I left Chang'an, I entrusted it to Sister Ying for safekeeping, and she will hand it over to you after going back and forth."

The movements of Sima Xuan's hands paused slightly, she curled the corners of her mouth, her eyes dimmed, but her tone seemed to be indifferent: "You are not even afraid of Huns soldiers, let alone those little thieves who rob your way , In fact, there is no other reason, just because I gave it to you, so you don't want to take it."

Cao Hui looked at himself in the mirror and said nothing.

Although there are thousands of kinds of sadness, silence is the most hurtful. The young gentleman who has always been cold-faced is quite savvy, and immediately changed the topic.

"Do you know where we are now?" Sima Xuan carefully smoothed out his long hair bit by bit, then tied the long hair into a bun skillfully, and then tied the bun with the wooden hairpin Cao Hui chose.

Cao Hui looked at the bun through the mirror, and shook his head lightly: "I only vaguely remember when you mentioned that you have reached the border of Qizhou. I am very seasick, and I don't really know."

In that room, outside the screen partition, Yuyan had already led people to bring food, and even boiled a pot of authentic Baihua Niang.

"It looks like we are in Yanzhou," Cao Hui said as soon as he came out, he smelled the fragrant and mellow Baihua wine, and couldn't help but leaned down to sniff it carefully.

Close your eyes, this mellow fragrance seems to permeate all your senses, with a smile on the corner of your mouth, and a brisk tone, "At least ten years of Baihua Niang, the kind that has just been taken out of the wine cellar!"

Sima Xuan sat down, glanced at the rare surprised reaction on Yuyan's face, and couldn't help but smile on his face, clear and pure: "No matter how correct the guess is, it won't be your turn, this is mine—this is yours. of."

Sima Xuan stretched out his hand and pushed the warm white porridge in the casserole to Cao Hui's hand, saying earnestly: "The doctor said, you are seasick these days, even if you land on the shore, you can't drink alcohol or eat meat for the time being."

"Then you, then these..." Cao Hui's foodie nature made him point to the delicacies on the table and swallowed.

There was a bright smile on Sima Xuan's face, and Cao Hui was so angry that he forgot the grudge in his heart and the inferiority complex brought about by the terrible scar on his face.

It seems that time has returned to those carefree and peaceful years.

The depressed person lowered his lips, looked at Sima Xuan dissatisfied with his big eyes, and was quite aggrieved: "Since they are not allowed to eat, why put these in front of me?"

"I want to eat." Sima Xuan signaled Yuyan not to wait with his eyes, and poured a cup of wine into his hand: "But these are all bought with my money, they are really mine, do you still want to eat? "

Yuyan pursed her lips and snickered, and quietly backed out.

"..." Cao Hui originally prepared a lot of book bags in his mind to drop to Sima Xuan, but he opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

Today's weather is good, the sun shines warmly and brightly through the half-opened window, and a ray of sunlight playfully falls on Sima Xuan's sharply contoured left ear, clearly revealing the fine hairs and blood vessels on the pinna. reflected.

It makes people want to reach out and pinch it.

Cao Hui tilted his head, he was a little drunk even though he hadn't had any wine.

The person in front of her has clear eyes, without any hostility, noble and peaceful personality, always unhurried, when this person warms up, a shallow smile seems to be able to dissolve the long-standing winter Snow, but when it was cold, it was like a bloodthirsty Shura returning from hell.

Sighing, I actually felt a little puffed up.

Forget it, don't worry about these.

Cao Hui took a porridge bowl and filled half a bowl of white porridge for himself. After taking a bite, it was sweet and delicious.

Sima Xuan blinked, but his expression remained unchanged—Cao Hui always liked to eat, but because of his words, he easily chose porridge and vegetarian dishes.

"Okay, I won't tease you," after Cao Hui ate up the porridge in the bowl with vegetarian dishes, Sima Xuan poured a cup of hot wine and put it in Cao Hui's hand, with gentle eyes: "It's hard to get to Yanzhou, don't you taste the porridge?" How wonderful it is to leave as soon as you taste Baihua Niang."

"..." Cao Hui held the wine cup to Sima Xuan, with a pure smile on the corner of his mouth, and kept silent about the vicissitudes outside the door and the past inside the door, "Master Jingling, this wine is a toast to your promotion. Make a fortune, be successful and famous!"

Sima Xuan picked up the wine cup, subconsciously licked the sharp canine teeth in his mouth, and said, "Thank you."

Half a glass of wine is drained when you raise your head up, but the wine is still warm, and you don't know the universe when you drink it.

"Since I have received Miss Cao's kindness, let me give you a glass of wine in return." Sima Xuan added half a glass of wine to each of the two wine glasses, still not daring to look directly at Cao Hui: "I wish you... peace Joy."

Cao Hui took the initiative to touch the wine cup with Sima Xuan, "Okay, wish me peace and joy..."

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The Baihua Niang on the dinner table was specially given to the Marquis of Jingling by the steward of the inn to try it out. The steward thought that it would be cold and cold at the end of the new year. Even if this famous super-grade prince is a cold face who is not easy to get close to, he would respect a pot of wine. After eating hot wine to warm up the body, I guess this person will not refuse.

What's more, on the first day and night when he first arrived, when he was obviously still eating supper, he chatted with the noble son of King Zhenhai about Baihua Niang.

Sure enough, the person in front of him came to ask him for wine again not long after, and the steward felt that he, a mere low-level official, could be regarded as a person who had honored the Marquis of Jingling from now on.

What surprised the steward even more was that the prince lived here for a day and two nights, and before leaving, he personally summoned him, the inn steward, to offer a reward.

This gentleman may have a thin scar on the corner of his forehead, so when his face is expressionless, it will make people feel a little frightened, but when he really speaks, he is so gentle and unhurried. It is even more refreshing than those so-called learned scholars, modest gentlemen.

The steward felt that the rumors that the Jinglinghou was iron-blooded, cold-faced and unkind were not true. The real Jinglinghou was actually a gentle, kind and noble person who was considerate and amiable to his subordinates.

Of course, Liu Sheng, who has been with Sima Xuan for more than ten years, does not know what the steward of the inn is thinking. The land and grass roots of Shile Mountain are dyed bright red.

Everything in the past is a prologue, and let's talk about the fact that the inn manager was rewarded, it turned out to be like this:

Baihua Niang is thick and mellow, warm and moist. Sima Xuan originally wanted Cao Hui to eat a few mouthfuls to warm his body and relieve the fatigue of the journey, but he didn't expect that Cao Hui, a glutton, would take advantage of her not paying attention and directly take advantage of her. I was drunk.

If you are drunk, then you will be drunk. Sima Xuan carried Cao Hui, who was drunk on the table, back to sleep on the bed, but what happened?It took only two cups of tea to sleep peacefully before Cao Hui woke up.

Soon, Sima Xuan discovered that Cao Hui's waking up turned out to be just waking up from sleep, not from drunkenness.

"I know you, the kind of recognition I know even when you turn into ashes," Cao Hui sat cross-legged on the bed, her bun seemed to be loosened by her sleep, and it became a little loose, and she pulled it out neatly The hairpin loosens the hair.

She pointed at Sima Xuan, with a bright smile and clear words, but her brows and eyes were full of drunkenness: "You are the one from Du Qihou's family, the fifth-family eldest son of Mrs. Jiang, your name, your name..."

Scratching her ears and frowning slightly, Cao Hui thought very seriously. Fortunately, she worked hard and finally remembered: "Ah~ I remember, your name is Yuanyuan!"

More than 20 years ago, when Sima Ying, the granddaughter of Duqihou's Mansion, was a child, she always called "Xuanxuan" called "Yuanyuan" by her mother Mrs. Jiang because she couldn't enunciate clearly.

Sima Xiu's wife, Mrs. Jiang, had a lot of contacts with the ladies in Beijing, and she always brought her two children by her side. After going back and forth, Sima Xuan, the fat and cute little son of Du Qi Hou's family, had a lovely son. Alias, called Yuanyuan.

Poor Du Qihou's old general Sima Zhen racked his brains for a long time, and deliberately took the word "Xuan" from the eight mighty and domineering characters "Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang, Universe Great Desolation" and gave it to his grandson as a name.

Looking back on the years, I have not been called "Yuanyuan" for more than 20 years now.

At this moment, Sima Xuan pointed to his nose, and almost lost the desire to control his expression - even when he narrowly escaped death and fought against King Xiaoyouting of the Tuha tribe, he had never felt so overwhelmed.

This kind of bewilderment came so suddenly, I don't know whether he was shocked by this long-lost title, or by Cao Hui's drunken words.

"Come here—that's right, it's you," Cao Hui waved to Sima Xuan, and with the other hand he pulled a strand of hair from his sideburns behind his ear: "I have a few words to ask you."

Sima Xuan blinked dumbly, but came over anyway.

"You sit here." Cao Hui was very patient, telling Sima Xuan one sentence at a time: "Sit next to me."

Sima Xuan sat obediently by the bed, put one hand on his knee, and waited for Cao Hui's next words.

Sima Xuan shook his head secretly in his heart. Although he had suppressed the astonishment just now, he still obeyed Cao Hui's words like a military order.

Seeing that Sima Xuan was seated, Cao Hui stretched out a finger unsteadily, and asked the first question: "When did your voice become so hoarse? And sometimes you have a nasal sound when you speak... …Is it sick or injured?"

In Cao Hui's memory, although Sima Xuan was not very talkative when he was young, his voice was not what it is now. There is a huge contrast between this person's voice and his identity. Like a scholar, quite delicate...

Now that she is so drunk, it is expected that when she wakes up, her mind will go blank and she will not even remember.

Sima Xuan smiled warmly: "It was caused by an injury, and he was almost given aphasia medicine. Fortunately, he was rescued in time, but his voice was hoarse."

"As for the nose..." Sima Xuan said, "I was choked by the smoke from the Beacon Tower. I almost choked to death, but I was rescued by Liu Sheng. Although I found that my nose was not breathing well, fortunately my life It was saved."

"Who, who is so bad?" Cao Hui stretched out his hand to grab Sima Xuan's wrist, and finally got his wish, raised his hand and pinched Sima Xuan's left earlobe, and murmured to himself: "Who is so bad that he wants to harm us?" Yuanyuan, see if I don't deal with him..."

Cao Hui was still pouting, as if she had something to say, and Sima Xuan was also waiting for her next sentence, but she tilted her head and fell asleep again leaning on Sima Xuan's arm.

Cao Yuanrong, a talented woman from the Cao family, a noble family, has always been gentle and courteous. How could Sima Xuan not be happy to reward Yuyan who put the wine on the dining table after being drunk this time?How can you not be in a happy mood to reward the inn steward who delivered the wine to you?

Sima Xuan was very happy. Cao Hui's words when he was drunk made her happier than winning Shi Le's battle to seal the mountain.

It turns out that these years of persistence are really not just wishful thinking in vain.

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