Rong Xuan

It stands to reason that since adoptive mother Princess Huaibi passed away, and adoptive father Concubine Han was dismissed from office, Princess Yongjia has nothing to do with the official family except that the title of princess on her head is also related to the court.

Ever since, Princess Yongjia really couldn't figure out, what kind of great immortal would she pose as a threat to her idle clan, which was jumping on the edge of relatives and nobles, so that she suffered such a fatal robbery right now.

"Come this way." Shiliu, who was dressed in black, ran ahead to lead the way for Princess Yongjia. The Wuhen waist knife in her hand was stained with blood, and it shone coldly under the cold moonlight.

Princess Yongjia was one step behind and ran closely behind Shiliu. When she turned her head and saw that the assassins hadn't caught up, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart, luckily, she got away.

However, this royal clan had just experienced a near-death escape, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief when the assassins were not chasing them. It’s just a person, why do they think so and want my——a worthless little life?”

Following Shiliu, he jumped forward and turned over a waist-high earthen wall. Princess Yongjia patted the dust on his clothes casually, and continued to speak in a low voice, "Hey, tell me, could it be because My mother? Could it be that she, the old man, secretly left something for me-some kind of wealth and wealth, or left me an army that can turn the world upside down?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as Princess Yongjia finished speaking, Shiliu who ran behind a wall stopped suddenly.

Princess Yongjia: "???"

Shiliu stretched out his hand holding the knife to stop the person behind him, tilted his head, and put his left index finger to his mouth, signaling for silence.

Princess Yongjia listened, and sure enough, there were quite a few eager footsteps in front, and they were gradually approaching here.

The two of them should be in a large village with a large population, and the footsteps that come to my ears belong to men between the ages of 30 and [-]. Could it be that some villagers in this village don't sleep at night and panic Come out to bask in the moon and walk around?

Princess Yongjia: "..." Could it be that those people are blocking from the front again?Lift the coffin boards of his ancestors!

Holding his arms and leaning against the earthen wall next to him, Princess Yongjia took advantage of the bright moon in the sky to look at Shiliu indifferently - otherwise you should retreat first, anyway, I can't run anymore, no If you meet these people head-on for a while, you will die and understand.

However, Shiliu lowered his bloody waist knife, turned to grab the man who had no strength to run, walked carefully to the corner of the earth wall and squatted down along the base of the wall, Shiliu even silenced the sound of his breathing.

Princess Yongjia: "..." She can't hide her breathing, and she is panting a little while running, what should I do?

The footsteps on the other side of the earth wall were getting closer and closer. Sixteen held the waist knife horizontally in front of his body, ready to strike at any time, and held Princess Yongjia's wrist with the other hand.

Perhaps it was only at this time that Shiliu would have the opportunity to get so close to the incomparably noble and proud girl behind him.

She held the wrist of the person behind her, and clearly felt the person's pulse beating extremely fast. Shiliu couldn't bear to look back at Princess Yongjia, signaling her not to be afraid of panic.

Princess Yongjia glanced back at Shiliu, calmly withdrew his wrist from Shiliu's hand, and then pulled out the protective dagger at his waist - this sharp blade that cuts iron like mud was exactly the The birthday gift given by Sima Yuanchu has never really drank human blood so far.

Princess Yongjia withdrew his hand, Shiliu's hand was empty, clenched his fists, and returned his attention to the noise over there again.

"Hey, hey, hurry up, move in quickly, don't make any noise!"

"Brother Ma, this one is awake!"

"Keep your mouth shut, and move the awake ones in first, so that no one can hear you!!"

When those people got closer, the two squatting in the corner could vaguely hear such a conversation.

The well-informed Shiliu Deng immediately understood who these people were, but Princess Yongjia was a little puzzled.

"Who?" Princess Yongjia reached out and wrote these three words on Shiliu's back.

After those people hid their goods and left one after another, Sixteen slowly stood up and glanced at the wall, and said in a low voice, "It's just some flirting. The new year is a bit chaotic, and it's a good time for us to buy and sell goods. I met someone who purchased the goods."

"Jargon? I don't understand. Say a few words to listen." Princess Yongjia also slowly got up, tiptoed and leaned on the top of the wall to secretly look at the wall—Leng Yueqinghui, that blue brick There was no one outside the tall courtyard.

"Taking Huazi is a human trafficker," Sixteen pulled the curious Princess Yongjia off the wall, and looked up at the moon in the sky, "Human traffickers are actually low-class human teeth. They specially abduct children, women and even men. Sell, the more chaotic the world is, the easier it is for them to do business."

Princess Yongjia knows what a human smuggler is, and has dealt with many smugglers. She also knows who a human trafficker is, and she even had a relationship with a human trafficker, but she never thought about it. Now that she saw this with her own eyes, she felt How could he still be so angry.

"It can't be controlled!" As if seeing through Princess Yongjia's mind, Shiliu took the responsibility of arrogating and offending Princess Yongjia, and suppressed his voice: "We have seen most of the houses with fences along the way. The courtyard is surrounded by earthen walls, but look at that house, with green brick walls and hanging lanterns, it is definitely not the residence of ordinary people. Moreover, since they dared to set up their dens in this densely populated village, then among them The situation is probably not normal.”

Seeing that Princess Yongjia was not moving, Shiliu let go of her, and gave her a rare respectful bow: "Besides, our people are scattered around now, why don't we wait until we gather all the people together before making a fuss?"

Princess Yongjia looked up at Shiliu, this nasty guy, who usually talks a little like a mute, only in special circumstances can he force her to say a few more words!

"I'll tell you why he, Sima Yuanchu, picked you out of so many people." She also raised her head and glanced at the bright light above her head, and slowly spit out a mouthful of white mist in the cold winter night: " Forget it, let's go first... Now that the world has changed, everything else is worthless except money."

Shiliu didn't say anything, and took Yongjia Princess to detour and left here.

For Sima Xuan, perhaps it was because of too many killings and massacres that she had a clear view of fame and fortune and the life of these few decades.

As for Princess Yongjia, it may be because she grew up in a noble family since she was a child, and she is used to the sinister and cunning greed, hatred and obsession for the sake of power and wealth, as well as those ugly sophistication. People piled up with rich clothes and fine food in the village also saw the hustle and bustle of this world clearly.

Rats have teeth, but humans have infinity.

When he returned to the agreed place, it was already the first hour of Yin Shi, Princess Yongjia entered the only room, and poured himself a small pot of cold wine without any explanation.

Sixteen watched silently—she seemed to have a special preference for cold wine.

There were at least a dozen men in black in the room. They were either standing or sitting, and each of them was covered with paint to some extent. They were helping each other to treat the wounds, but they all remained silent, rather dejected. , and even looked like a bereaved dog in such a mess.

Suddenly, the closed door was pushed open a crack, and then, an honest-looking young man walked in.

This man was wearing a brown bunt and his forehead was tied with a coolie's cloth strip. He directly jumped over a room of men in black and came a few steps away from Princess Yongjia.

Kneeling on one knee, cupping his hands and cupping his fists, the man seemed to have come a long way. He was covered in snow and cold, and his lips were chapped dry by the cold wind in the winter night. When he opened his mouth, his face cracked. There were a few bloody cuts.

The young man didn't care about these things, and just told his master truthfully: "This time I caught up with one of them, they are Jianghu killers, and the little one took a little leader to question him. Human/elimination/disaster, even the owner is not clear."

As soon as the man finished speaking, a man in black came in from outside—a petite woman.

She came to Princess Yongjia's side, bowed directly to Princess Yongjia, and said in a low voice: "The latest news came from the Cao Gang, saying that they saw two matching conditions around Yanyang when they sold the goods."

"Yanyang?" Princess Yongjia turned her head to glance at Shiliu who was leaning on the pillar with a waist knife, and hesitated to speak.

Sixteen and a half lowered his eyelids and didn't answer.

The woman added: "A letter from Chang'an said that the Marquis of Jingling has also returned to his hometown Yanyang. If calculated according to the departure date, that person's carriage should be arriving in Yanyang soon."

If it is done, it will be Yanyang!Princess Yongjia poured herself a sip of cold wine, Liu Yexiu raised her eyebrows lightly, it was really beautiful.

/ / /

It is said that Jingling Hou Sima Xuan and his party.

Leaving from the post inn in Yanzhou, and traveling in a carriage for five days, Sima Xuan finally stepped into the boundary of his hometown Yanyang.

Yanyang is a good place with beautiful mountains and rivers, and Wuhua Tianbao is outstanding, so even if the Sima clan has the former Northern Army Commander Qihou Sima Zhen, the Northern Army Marshal Qingxu King Sima Xiu, and Chaopin Lie For a figure like Hou Jingling and Hou Sima Xuan, the Sima family is still not ranked among the aristocratic families in Yanyang.

So after Sima Xuan's frame entered Yanyang, it never caused any waves.

Sima Xuan was in a particularly happy mood. After entering the city, she began to introduce the customs of Yanyang to Cao Hui. Although her voice was still a little hoarse, her tone was gentle and gentle, which made people feel quite peaceful.

Cao Hui sat quietly in the corner of the carriage and listened, while quietly looking at Yanyang Long Street outside the window through the gap in the curtains.

After a while, after Sima Xuan had finished speaking, Cao Hui said softly: "Seeing that we have already entered the city, there are many people outside, why don't you let me ride with the carriage behind."

"How can I do that?" Sima Xuan tilted his head, looked at Cao Hui, who was covered in plain gauze, in puzzlement, raised his eyebrows, and said in a hoarse, slightly nasal voice: "The old uncles of the clan know that I want to bring you back. Let them see that I let you ride with the female servant girl behind, you see, it would be strange if they don't give me a layer of skin."

"Also," Sima Xuan said in a low voice, "If grandma knows, it will be more than just peeling off the skin!"

The corners of Cao Hui's eyes were bent very quickly, as if she was smiling, but her eyes still fell on the bustling long street outside the car window.

She didn't know what kind of words to say to prevent Sima Xuan from being so kind to her, and she couldn't bear it, couldn't bear to always say such stabbing words to this pure and kind person.

The men of the Sima family love their wives very much, and Cao Hui knows this.

Sima Xuan's grandmother also told herself that the lives of all the sons of the Sima family belonged to the heavenly family, and they might go to the battlefield when an imperial decree came down, and even shrouded their bodies in horse leather.

So when we are together, we naturally cherish them all the more, and as it has been passed down from generation to generation, the men of the Sima family have become very fond of their wives and daughters.

As for the son?They will all inherit their mantle and go to the battlefield in the future. They are men who are loyal to the emperor and patriotic, throw their heads and blood, and shoulder the responsibility of guarding the border and security. They cannot be used to it at all.

……

Soon, Sima's house in Nafu Lane arrived.

After the carriage was parked, Sima Xuan helped Cao Hui, who was wearing a veiled cap, to get off the carriage. Many people were already waiting in front of the house.

"At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty!" A burly man in a sapphire blue brocade robe greeted him squarely, with kind joy on his slightly square face: "I finally waited for you to come back!"

Sima Xuan smiled lightly, and the people waiting in front of the house immediately greeted Sima Xuan with gusto.

Most of them called Sima Xuan "fifth elder brother", "fifth younger brother" or "Yuanchu". Cao Hui thought to himself that these people were all children of the siblings of King Sima Xiu of Qingxu.

"Brother Shulun," Sima Xuan and his first cousin Sima Cheng bowed their hands together, showing both canine teeth one after another: "I'm back."

"Fifth brother! Fifth brother!" Behind the crowd, a young boy called Sima Xuan, who was ranked fifth in the clan, and ran out of the house in three jumps: "You're back, I'm still here!" I thought you couldn't make it in time to spend New Year's Day at home..."

"It's a hurry, why can't you catch up?" Sima Xuan smiled gently, and the boy had already run up to him.

"Is this Miss Xun?" Sima warmly cupped hands with Cao Hui.

Cao Hui replied, "Ask the eldest son how he is."

Sima Cheng smiled and waved his hands: "I am a cousin in the clan at the beginning of Yuan Dynasty. If you don't mind, you can just call me big cousin."

"Big cousin." Cao Hui changed his words.

Sima Cheng smiled and nodded, waved his sleeves and dispersed the crowd, leading Sima Xuan and Cao Hui back home.

This house is not the ancestral house of Sima's family, but a new house rebuilt by Sima Yang, the second uncle of Sima Xuan's direct relative, after returning to his hometown.

The old capital, Qihou Sima Zhen, had six sons from his descendants. Among them, the eldest son, the third son, and the fourth son spilled blood on the northern border against the Xiongnu. The sixth son died young. The fifth son Sima Xiu was an official in the court. With his wife, children, old mother, and the widow left behind by his deceased brothers, he returned to his hometown of Yanyang to live in Anju.

Sima Xuan's grandmother, Old Taijun, is over eighty years old. She is hearing and seeing well, and is in good health. Right now, she is sitting in her Fushou Hall, waiting for her grandson to bring her future granddaughter-in-law to greet her.

As soon as Sima Xuan and his party stepped into the courtyard gate of Fushou Hall, the old matriarch gave a hum and turned to look at his second son who was sitting under the hall, and said with a low laugh, "Listen, you're back."

Soon, the door servant stood under the steps of the bright hall of Fushou Hall, holding a leaf and singing loudly: "The fifth son of the Sima family is back, the fifth son of the Sima family is back! Miss Xun is here, Miss Xun is here!"

On the other side, a servant came with a whisk to beat Sima Xuan and Cao Hui's servants.

The whisk is used to dust off the body, and to warn those unclean things brought back on the road-my child has arrived home, you don't want to stay behind my child, leave quickly, if you entangle, my family will Your ancestors and gods will not let you go easily.

Yanyang's rules are like this, when a wanderer returns from afar, there must be a ritual of exorcising the dust before meeting the elders.

After receiving the gift, Sima Xuan stood at the foot of the steps and bowed respectfully to the Ming hall, and told the people in the room: "My grandson Xuan and the guests of the Xun family have come back safely. Please kowtow to the ancestors and relatives."

An old mother came out of the house, folded her hands in front of her body, and smiled warmly: "The old lady answered, yes."

Now that they got permission, a group of members of the Sima family surrounded Sima Xuan and Cao Hui and happily entered the Fushou Hall.

It's just that in Cao Hui's memory, at some point, there was such harmony and bustle in his own home.

The author has something to say:

Thank you for Songhua Brewing and a piece of wood~

Thank you, Mr. Songhua Brewing, for the management of the inn ^O^/