Rong Xuan

The book continues from the previous chapter, and it is said that after Sima Xuan and his party entered the Defushou Hall lively, the elders of the family were present, and Sima Xuan and Cao Hui respectfully kowtowed to the elder of the family—grandmother, the old lady. Say hello.

Cao Hui was by Sima Xuan's side, and he worshiped in an upright manner, without any mistakes in his line, line, line, and line, which was the demeanor of a nobleman.

The old matriarch stood up in person, and together with his second son Sima Yang, they helped Sima Xuan and Cao Hui up and asked them to sit down.

"As expected of being the daughter of Duke Xun, the first assistant, the etiquette education is not comparable to that of ordinary people. Looking at it this way, these girls in my family are far behind." The old lady welcomed the warm gift from Sima Xuan Tea, suddenly said such an unrelated sentence.

"Thanks to the praise of Sima's grandmother, the old lady, I am ashamed to be a little girl." Cao Hui, who was still wearing a plain veil, sat in the guest seat, and bowed carefully to the old lady in response.

"Mother said this, and my son will have the courage to refute it," the second master Sima Yang, who was sitting under the old lady, continued.

"Well," the old lady looked at her second son with great interest, and said with a smile, "If you have anything to refute, just tell me."

The eyes of everyone in the room also fell on Sima Yang.

I saw this slightly fat middle-aged man stroking his beard, and said cheerfully: "In a family, the inner house and the outer courtyard perform their duties. This is like the civil servants in the court and the military generals in the court. Xun Gong is the head of the civil servants and the cabinet minister." , the children raised are naturally like dragons and phoenixes, isn't it unfair for my mother to compare the children of our martial arts family with the children of the Xun family?"

"Ha, it makes sense and makes sense!" The old lady laughed and said, "I said why girl Ying pouted her mouth so high, I dare say it's my grandmother who said something wrong!"

"Mother, you don't know," Sima Yang's wife next to him said, "Young girl Ying is talking to her fifth elder brother in a muffled voice..."

Someone in the crowd yelled: "Hahaha, it's still the old fifth who is more capable. As soon as he came back, he first offended Jiumei, the Buddha!"

As soon as these words came out, all the masters and servants in the house laughed together except for Cao Hui who was a little confused.

The old lady is kind and kind, but she doesn't have the inviolable majesty and nobility of the elders of the big family. Coupled with the jokes of the younger generation, Yan Yanxiang and An Le are full of laughter in the Fushou Hall.

It's just that Sima Xuan came back all the way, and after seeing the elders, he only said a few words, and was driven back to rest by his grandmother, the old lady, together with Cao Hui.

The Sima family's mansion is quite large, consisting of the main mansion and the east and west mansions. The Qianzi Pavilion in the west mansion is the courtyard where Sima Xuan lived when he was young. Now it has been renovated and is still used for Sima Xuan's visit. Return home to live.

"Although Yanyang is not better than Chang'an, everything here is very safe." Sima Xuan leaned back in a chair tiredly, looked at the familiar furnishings in the room, and said in a hoarse voice: "There is no calculation, no use, no Assassination and persecution, there is no life and death, and there is no fighting openly or secretly."

Looking up at Cao Hui again, his long and narrow eyes were as bright as stars, and his pupils were so clear that he could see the reflection of Cao Hui inside: "Have you ever thought that the person who really wants you dead is not my father?"

"I can't hide my identity from my grandmother, the old lady." Cao Hui didn't answer Sima Xuan's words, but took out a small round, flat-bottomed blood jade bottle from his small package: "Also, it's time to change the medicine. .”

"Oh." Sima Xuan touched his stomach through the clothes, obediently took the medicine bottle, wipes and cleaning cloth in Cao Hui's hand, turned around and went to the back of the screen to change the medicine.

"The night we first arrived at the Yanzhou Inn, I saw Zhang Yu and Zhang Wenruo of Zhang Chao's family, the King of Zhenhai. Oh, the father of King Zhenhai is the old Marquis of Shouchun," Sima Xuan's voice sounded from behind the partition, his nasal voice seemed heavy. A little bit: "Do you still remember Zhang Yu?"

"... I vaguely remember it," Cao Hui sat at the tea table making tea, took the tea from Yuyan, put it two fingers away from the tip of his nose, and sniffed it gently: "I remember the name of the mansion of Shouchunhou." , people don’t remember much, but I remember that there is a Zhang He in Shouchunhou’s mansion.”

Hearing Zhang He's name, Sima Xuan's body twitched nervously.

"Zhang Wenruo is the eldest son of the Zhenhai Prince's Mansion. When he was a child, he chased after you and gave you dragonflies to play with. In the end, he scared you to tears." Sima Xuan didn't have any expression on his face at the moment. Medicine was applied to the almost healed incision on the stomach.

The bluish-white ointment has a creamy texture, and it feels cool when applied to the wound. Sima Xuan grinned, lowered his eyelids to cover the turbulent waves in his dark eyes: "After you rested that night, Zhang Wenruo took me to eat supper, but it was just After drinking a few cups of rice wine, he actually started crying with me."

"I remember that you never had such a nobleman among your childhood friends, and I never heard you mention his name." Cao Hui didn't know why he had such a calm and casual conversation with Sima Xuan. At that time, she didn't want to break this rare warmth: "Is he familiar with you?"

The following sentence, Cao Hui didn't know what kind of mood he asked, maybe he just said it casually, or maybe it was her...

"It's okay, I'm not too familiar with it." Sima Xuan bandaged the wound, changed into another robe, and walked out from behind the partition unhurriedly: "I used to meet each other in Da Nei, and after the first greeting, it was counted. The above is once a raw and twice acquainted, "

As he said that, Sima Xuanwu smiled to himself, showing his two canine teeth playfully: "He is a warm-hearted acquaintance, he is righteous and honest, and the lords and nobles all over Chang'an City wish everyone could call him brother and brother."

After cleaning his hands and face, he sat down at the tea table. Sima Xuan waited impatiently for Cao Hui to add tea to the cup in front of him after washing the tea, like a big dog waiting for his master to feed him: "He said he was from Yuanzhou returned to Chang'an."

Cao Hui made tea, but only added hot water to Sima Xuan's cup: "Isn't Yuanzhou on the border of Jiangdong? If you want to go back to Beijing, you can just take a boat north along the Wuchou Canal. Why do you have to go around like this?" How about taking the far way to Yanzhou?"

"Yeah, why?" Sima Xuan raised his eyebrows, took a cup of tea and drank hot water, with a puzzled look on his face.

"You don't have to play tricks, hurry up and chat with you while I still have time." Cao Hui couldn't help urging.

Sima Xuan drank a few sips of hot water, and his nasal voice was a little softer when he spoke: "I hear what you mean, what are you going to do in a while? Is it possible that you still want to run away? ——Hey, I said Cao Yuanrong, and you don't mind Be kind, my wound is not healed yet, don't be angry with me anymore."

"What am I mad at you for?" Cao Hui was a little bit impulsive, "I said, my identity will be guessed by my grandmother, the old lady, after a long time."

"I know, you have worked at your grandmother's sick bed for several months, she should be familiar with you," Sima Xuan scolded himself in his heart for being suspicious, and said with a normal expression: "Grandma is not an ordinary person. The old lady in the family can In comparison, we really can't hide anything from her."

Sima Xuan's grandmother, Mrs. Jun, was a legendary figure. What's more, people have lived in this world for a long time, and they probably feel that any kind of strategy is nothing more than one trick after another. Thinking about it, even if Cao Hui always covered her face with plain gauze, it would only be a matter of time before the old matriarch recognized her.

"There is plenty of time, let Yuyan take you to take a bath and change clothes to rest." Sima Xuan drank the hot water in the teacup with his head up, stood up with one hand covering his stomach: "I have something to go out for a while." ——If you drink less tea, you won’t be able to fall asleep carefully.”

After saying that, the man turned around and went out the door.

After Sima Xuan led Liusheng out of the gate of Qianzi Pavilion, Cao Hui was led by Yuyan to the clean room to take a bath.

Half an hour later, the tired Cao Hui was lying on the soft and warm bed in a clean and comfortable undershirt, closed his eyes, his mind was full of thoughts, and his heart was spinning a thousand times.

In the end, only Sima Xuan's words remained in her mind-"Have you ever thought that the person who really wants you to die is not my father?"

She has never been a person who believes what others say, but she clearly witnessed the scene of her brother Cao Zheng being killed by Sima Xuan's knife seven years ago!

On the high platform, in the blink of an eye, the swift-moving young gentleman only swung his saber with his back - the long, blood-drinking long saber sliced ​​open her brother Cao Zheng's arm. Throat.

A trace like a red line appeared where the blade crossed, and blood gushed out from that scratch like a fountain of blood at the throat, turning the dark clouds in the sky red, and finally falling bean-sized raindrops, sweeping up the sky Bloody.

She pushed away the escorting nanny and ran up to the Dianbing platform recklessly, and her brother's towering mountain-like body collapsed in front of her.

Brother fell down, and before she could say "brother" out loud, she saw the man standing in front of her with the Wuhen long knife unavoidably.

The man raised his hand to wipe the blood that was sprayed on his face, turned his head to look at her who was standing in the torrential rain, narrowed his long and narrow eyes slightly, and the expression on his face that was becoming more and more sharp was unexpectedly different from the usual one. Same, no big waves.

"Hui'er," said the man, "the first assistant, Cao Ke, conspired to rebel and forced the palace, and has been put to death. Now, all members of the Cao family will be executed..."

Looking at his brother's body lying on the ground, the world in Cao Hui's heart, where he tried to maintain his composure no matter how embarrassing he was, suddenly collapsed.

Since then, Cao Hui has never had a restful sleep.Every time, she would struggle to wake up from the nightmare of that scene, and it was difficult to fall asleep again.

……

"The one brought back by the fifth son this time is really the girl bestowed by the emperor?"

"There is absolutely no mistake! I heard it from Xiao'e, the tea maid of Fushou Hall!"

"My mother, Lao Tzu, why is she so shameless as an unmarried girl, and the daughter of a great husband, just follow the fifth son to Yanyang to celebrate the New Year?"

"Then the fifth young master let Madam Cao go? The old matriarch wanted the fifth young master to continue the strings for the fifth young master, and our master and wife sent someone to the Hou's mansion, which made the fifth young master very angry!"

"That's right!"

"God..."

Outside the closed south window, under the corridor, mothers-in-law and daughter-in-law envoys gathered together, and some of the content they discussed was not very pleasant to the ears. Cao Hui, who had fallen asleep, woke up with a slight frown.

I don't know how long I slept, the previous fatigue was gone, replaced by a heavy soreness.

There were footsteps rustling from the corridor, from far to near, the chatter outside that sounded like spittle immediately dissipated, the door rang, and Yuyan led a few young maidservants through the curtain to enter.

"Did I sleep for a long time?" Cao Hui hugged the quilt and sat up, still a little dazed, as if he hadn't woken up.

"Not long, just over an hour," Yuyan came over and hung up the curtain, waved her hands to signal the little maids to arrange the things they brought in, and asked Cao Hui, "Madam, is this going to get up? The master is leaving the house Haven't come back yet."

"Your master..." Cao Hui picked up the clothes stacked on the square stool beside the bed and put them on himself: "Do you know where the old grandmother is right now?"

Yuyan came over to help Cao Hui dress, saying: "The old matriarch should still be in the Fushou Hall of the main mansion."

"Why do you ask this?" A voice tinged with winter cold came from outside the partition, with a hoarse, slightly nasal voice.

Cao Hui raised his eyes in response to the sound, and saw a man in a black brocade robe walked around the partition screen and walked in with a sense of alcohol.

Putting on his coat, Cao Hui kowtowed to Sima Xuan, but he heard the man say indifferently: "A person lives a lifetime, seven percent of which is to earn a living seriously, and three percent of it is stupid to prevent death. There is no need to live too smartly."

Cao Hui: "..."

She seemed to have been cornered and scolded again.

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Forgive me for the number of words in this chapter, cuties (cover your face and cover your face)