Rong Xuan

When Wei Jingting's confidant, You Jian, came to see the Marquis of Jingling in this unremarkable house, Sima Xuanfang, who had been busy for almost a whole night, returned to his bedroom not long ago, and even the quilt on the bed was still Didn't have time to spread it out.

Sighing helplessly, Sima Xuan casually took out a robe from the cabinet and put it on her body, and asked Liu Sheng to take You Jian to the study first, then she ran to the yard and washed her face with well water to wake herself up wide awake.

In the study, when Sima Xuan came in, the guard You Jian was anxiously waiting in the room.

As soon as he saw the Marquis of Jingling himself, You Jian told Sima Xuan the truth about Wei Jingting being stopped by King Qingxu.

"You said that He Tong was your general who stopped him at the intersection of Nafu Street?" Sima Xuan pinched his brows, and asked two questions in a row: "Are you sure it is He Tong of Qingxu Palace?"

The dusty You Jian nodded his head: "Yes, your lord, although the sky was not yet bright at that time, but the villain is certain, that person is Prince Qingxu's long-term guard He Tong, and Deputy General He himself."

"..." Sima Xuan half-turned his body and sat behind the desk with his back straight, with a slight crease between his brows.

At this moment, if Sima Kun, the eldest son of Qingxu, or Sima Ying, the general's wife, were present, they would have noticed that Sima Xuan's current expression and aura were almost identical to their father Sima Xiu, king of Qingxu.

And the only difference between their "father and son" is that Sima Xuan lacks the stern majesty without anger and the ruthlessness with a hard heart than his father Sima Xiu.

"Your general sent you here, but if you have anything to say to the orphan, just say it." Sima Xuan stretched out one hand and propped it on the edge of the table, took a deep breath, and stretched out a long breath. Spit it out.

She felt that her heart was stuffy, and she always choked in her chest. She couldn't breathe, but she couldn't swallow it either. She was almost suffocated to death.

So she repeatedly ordered to the door: "Liu Sheng, Liu Sheng? Open these doors and windows to let the air in. The room will be suffocated."

"??" The rough guy You Jian looked puzzled at Liu Sheng who came in and opened the window—it's obviously cold in the room, so why is it stuffy?But these are not what he considered: "Return to Junhou, the general asked the villain to bring a word to Junhou, saying that almost everything has been cleaned, and Junhou can just come back to live. In addition, the hooks and baits are also ready. Now, you can go fishing when the prince comes back."

"I know." Sima Xuan raised his eyelids thoughtfully and nodded towards You Jian: "It's hard work for you to make this trip—Liu Sheng, take the guard You down to have breakfast first, and rest before leaving. "

Liu Sheng, who opened the doors and windows of the study room, took his master's orders again, and retreated together with the hungry You Jian.

In the morning of early summer, there was a cool breeze, and the sun that was trying to climb to the sky was still not so hot. The draft breeze blew slowly, flipping the books on the desk, and it also cleared Sima Xuan's mind.

Qingfeng is illiterate, so why flip through the books randomly.Sima Xuan sighed softly in his heart, and dipped his pen in ink to write two small lines of news on the letter silk.

"Fang Yong, come in." Sima Xuan dried up the ink on the letter silk, folded it in half, and handed it to Fang Yong who came in in response. His voice was hoarse and slightly nasal: "Send the letter silk flying pigeon to Beishan." In the hands of my housemate, go now."

Fang Yong took his orders and left with fists in his hands, but as soon as he left, another person entered the study.

sixteen.

"Who let you in?" Sima Xuan picked up the teacup on the table, lowered his head and took a sip of tea to refresh himself, but his joking tone was still faintly tired: "Don't say it's that poor kid from the ninth day of the ninth day again. "

"Right now, Leng Nuo is on duty outside." Sixteen shook the small package on his shoulders, knelt down on one knee, his words were as cold as his expression, "Princess Yongjia said that she has found someone, so she will come back from her humble post. Sixteen Report back to the master, the task is completed."

"..." Sima Xuan scratched her ears, and suddenly didn't know what to say. She took a paperweight and pressed it on the randomly flipped books blown by the draft, and her voice was hoarse: "Then come back, lonely There is also a lack of people in hand—ah, yes, your life contract is about to expire."

Sixteen: "There are still eleven days."

"There's a message from the top of the mountain, saying that we have found your cousin who is living outside." Sima Xuan's face was expressionless, and the corners of his mouth were naturally slightly pursed. It seemed that his face was deliberately cold, but she Everyone around him knew that this expression was definitely not a cold face, but Jing Linghou's rare soft side.

Sure enough, Shiliu heard Sima Xuan say: "I have asked someone to temporarily house your cousin, and also sent someone to repair the house in your hometown, and the tablet of your parents' tomb has been moved back. I will burn your life contract and set you free, and you can go back to your hometown to live a stable life."

After burning the life deed, he regained his freedom, his parents' graves have been moved back to his hometown from the northern border, and the master even helped him find the only remaining relatives in the world...

Sixteen slowly lowered her head—she had been the assassin of the secret guards for the Sima family for nearly ten years, and that day will come after more than ten days. At that time, will she really have the courage to live under the sun?Besides stabbing people and protecting people, what else can I do?

"Master, Ma'am is here, and there is Yuyan." Even though there were many thoughts in his heart, Shiliu, who had excellent ears and strong vigilance, still heard the footsteps.

Sima Xuan glanced out through the open window, and then signaled with his eyes that Shiliu jumped out of the window on the other side.

Just as Shiliu in that compartment jumped out of the window, Cao Hui's figure appeared in Sima Xuan's sight.

Cao Hui and Yuyan walked together from far to near from the flowery courtyard, but after seeing clearly what Yuyan was carrying in his hand, Sima Xuan suddenly felt a sense of joy and happiness, but And the urge to escape by jumping out of the window with Shiliu—couldn’t Cao Hui come to give him bitter medicine?

Marquis Jingling, who was always afraid of taking medicine, only had five words in his heart at this moment, Lord Heaven!

Cao Hui stepped on the bluestone steps in front of the house, and found that the door and window of the study room were open, and there was no one on duty inside and outside. Sea blue silhouette.

Yuyan and Cao Hui looked at each other, and knocked on the door frame before walking up with the food box.

"...Come in." There was a hoarse response from inside, the nasal voice was a bit heavy, and it seemed that he was not very willing to let people in.

Cao Hui took the food box from Yuyan, and when she stepped into the study, the corner of the woman's mouth covered under plain gauze raised a helpless and gentle smile.

"Why are you here at this time?" Sima Xuan walked over with his back straight, stretched out his hand to lift open the curtain made of emerald and white jade beads hanging on the partition of the Moon Gate for the comer, and invited him into the inner study with a gentle voice: "Have you rested yet?"

"I heard from Yuyan that you haven't closed your eyes all day and night, and you haven't even used today's breakfast," Cao Hui subconsciously raised his hand to help Sima Xuan, who was picking up, when he passed the small threshold of the Moon Gate. The arm holding the curtain, "I made some food, and I'll come over to give you some. What about Liu Sheng? I brought him too."

Sima Xuan took the dark red food box commonly seen in ordinary people's homes, and the hand that lowered the curtain naturally grabbed Cao Hui's as it was hanging down, and led her to sit down in front of the low couch by the south window. .

After placing the food box on the table in the middle of the low couch, Sima Xuan walked over and closed the windows one by one. When she turned around, she saw Cao Hui was putting the food plate by plate out of the food box. Putting it on top of the table, she cleared her throat, and obediently sat down to eat, hehe, there is no bitter medicine for her to drink this time.

"Hands." Cao Hui put the bowl and chopsticks on the table opposite him, and said a word lightly from his mouth.

Sima Xuan, who was hungry but hadn't had time to eat, pursed his lips, was forced to look back from the food, and blinked slowly a few times: "...I'll go wash."

Watching Sima Xuan turn to wash his hands with water in the copper basin before turning to the basin stand, Cao Hui put away the bowls and chopsticks, and raised his hand to remove the plain gauze covering his face—time always passes so familiar and obscure distinguish.

"By the way, Liu Sheng took You Jian to eat in the kitchen outside." The person who washed his hands sat back again, and she folded up the cuffs of untied sleeves two or three times because of washing hands, revealing a small area inside. Cut off his thin wrist, when he picked up the chopsticks, the bone on the outside of the man's wrist was quite protruding, "Why don't you let me eat the food you brought him?"

Taking advantage of the gap between vegetables and vegetables, Sima Xuan deliberately suppressed the corners of his mouth so that he would not laugh directly in front of Cao Hui—she took off the veil on her face, and when there were only the two of them , does this mean that she has finally let go of her guard against herself?

"Of course I want to eat as much as you can," Cao Hui gave Sima Xuanbu vegetables with his chopsticks, and said gently, "I got news that it is about the investigation of Prince Qing Xu's invasion of land and land. Beishan has solid evidence, which is of course beneficial to me, but what about your side?"

"... not very optimistic," Sima Xuan swallowed the glutinous rice porridge in his mouth, blinked his stiff, slightly red eyes, and lowered his hoarse voice unconsciously, "Mr. But Zhang Bufan, an old fish, is not so easy to catch, but if you really want to uproot him, my father will inevitably be involved. Then you can fish in troubled waters and take the opportunity to prove the answer you want... ...Hui'er, have you only filled your heart with these things from the beginning to the end?"

"But it seems that the situation on my side has become clearer, as if someone deliberately arranged it," Cao Hui, who was sitting facing west, automatically ignored Sima Xuan's last words. She turned her head and looked It landed on the hazy map of mountains, rivers, mist and rain hanging on the north wall, "...Could it be that it was actually the one who planned to use my hand to get rid of your father. Arrogant and domineering, there is no dust under his eyes..."

Frowning slightly, he immediately shook his head and denied his above conjecture: "But that's not right. Now there are several forces in the court that check and balance each other, and the final power belongs to that person. For him, such a situation seems to be It seems unfavorable, but it is the easiest to control, but..."

But why would that person want to break this hard-won balance?Cao Hui didn't say this sentence - after talking for a long time without hearing any movement from Sima Xuan, Cao Hui turned his gaze back, only to find that the black-haired man in brocade robes on the opposite side had his elbows on the edge of the strip, With the porridge bowl in one hand and the chopsticks in the other, he fell asleep with his head down at some point.

Cao Hui knew that this guy who was always silent was exhausted.

After driving for more than half a month, I didn't have a good rest. In addition to the fight with the assassin yesterday evening, when I came back at night, because I was afraid that Cao Hui would be frightened because of such a direct assassination, I went to sleep again. I stayed in front of her for almost a night.

But after leaving her room, this person went directly to the prison of Bingmasi, the capital guard, to interrogate the only living person caught among the assassins, which can be described as a whole day and night without sleep.

27 years old is no better than 17 years old. At 17 years old, he has a good body at a young age. Even if he stays up for three days and three nights without sleep, he doesn't seem to feel tired. Sima Xuan is 17 years old in the late spring and early summer. There is only one sentence before and after that can be summed up-in those days, thousands of miles were sought for feudal lords, and Liangzhou was guarded by horses.

Thinking of this, he felt far away again, Cao Hui withdrew his distant thoughts, stretched out his finger, and lightly tapped the back of Sima Xuan's well-articulated hand with the soft index finger.

... There was no movement, it seemed that he was really asleep.

So she supported Sima Xuan's wrist with one hand, and slowly pulled out the chopsticks that Sima Xuan was still holding with the other hand.

Going over to call Yuyan in, the two of them moved down the table full of food, flattened the low couch, and lightly placed Sima Xuan on his side to sleep on the low couch.

In consideration of the injury on Sima Xuan's back, Cao Hui folded a thin blanket and placed it on the side of the man's waist, so as not to let the man scratch the wound while sleeping.

After doing all this, Cao Hui knew that she should leave the study, but when she saw Sima Yuanchu's sleeping face that was not very relaxed, she slowly sat down on the edge of the low couch.

Looking at Sima Xuan's face, she couldn't hold back any of it, and stretched out her finger to lightly touch the man's long and feather-like eyelashes.

This person treated her Cao Yuanrong as if he would risk his life.

But how should I treat her?