Rong Xuan

After all, Sima Kun was not a [-]-year-old fool.

He knew that impulsively said something that shouldn't be said and touched the pain of his elder brother Sima Xuan, so before Sima Xuan came back to his senses, he shivered and ran out of the Jingling Marquis Mansion, putting aside all his troubles and walking freely Went to drink and listen to music on Suzaku Street.

Long after Sima Kun left, Sima Xuan remained in his original position and sat there without moving.

Until Cuowanxuan's mother Xu came to the flower hall in a hurry, and sent Sima Xuan a piece of news that I don't know whether it was good or bad-Cao Hui was ill.

Cao Hui was ill, so Sima Xuan had an excuse to go in and out of the Cuowanxuan openly.

Cuo Wan Xuan, second room:

When Sima Xuan came in, Yuyan was standing by the bed and changing Cao Hui's cold towel for cooling down. She was about to bow her knees to give her master a blessing, but she was stopped by a low and hoarse "Excuse me".

At this moment, the person lying under the brocade quilt was closing his eyes and frowning, looking quite uncomfortable. Sima Xuan came to Cao Hui and saw that Cao Hui was half asleep, his face flushed abnormally. The back of his hand lightly touched Cao Hui's cheek, it was very hot.

"Why isn't the doctor here yet? You send someone to urge you again," Sima Xuan turned his head to look at Yuyan, all the impatience in his heart appeared on his face, and his hoarse voice couldn't hide the urgency: "If you don't make it any longer, you will be alone." Then he led people to level his No Medicine Hall."

Although two groups of people had been sent to invite the doctor, Yuyan didn't dare to say anything, and quickly ordered her servants to go to the Wuyaotang to urge them again.

Although my prince is a cold-faced person, it is rare for me to get angry or flustered like this. Only Yuyan knows inside and outside. When my master is like this, eight out of ten times it is related to his wife. .

On the other side, before the person sent by Yuyan to the Wuyaotang to urge the doctor stepped out of the second gate of the Jinglinghou Mansion, Sima Ren, the master of the Wuyaotang, wandered in with a medicine box on his back.

Cao Hui's wind-cold and high fever came quickly, so it was inevitable that he would do acupuncture to reduce the heat and expel the cold.

Seeing the slender silver needles being pierced into Cao Hui's acupuncture points one by one, Sima Xuan, who was standing aside with his hands behind his back, felt very uncomfortable, so he turned and walked out of the partition.

"Didn't Gu tell you to be more careful? Why did Madam still catch the cold and get sick?" Sima Xuan called Yuyan outside the partition of the second room, and asked Yuyan with a sullen face.

Yuyan has been by Sima Xuan's side for many years. Although she doesn't know her master's temper like the palm of her hand, she does know a little bit about it. Now that she is asked face to face by her master, Yuyan kneels down.

Yuyan was also in a dilemma, so in the end she had to tell the truth.

……

About two quarters of an hour later, Sima Ren administered the needle for Cao Hui, and wrote down the medicine note for Yuyan to grab the medicine. Come to the tip room.

Sima Ren handed the medicine box to Liu Sheng, and Liu Sheng held the medicine box and stood guard outside the door.

After Sima Ren entered the room, he looked around twice, stretched out his sleeves and bowed to Sima Xuan who was leaning on the warm couch: "The grass people greet the king and the marquis."

"Uncle Huaiying, don't be too polite," Sima Xuan wiped his face, his eyes seemed to be a little bloodshot, as if he had been crying, he slightly raised his hand and pointed to the side, his voice was hoarse and slightly nasal: "Sit down, Xuan Chuan Tea."

"Why don't you ask how your lady's condition is?" Sima Ren sat down in the square chair, and when he picked up the cup of tea, he glanced at Sima Xuan's expression without any trace.

Sima Xuan closed his eyes, casually threw the scroll in his hand into a corner of the warm couch, his eyes were sore, and his voice was dry: "Jinglinghou's wife, Mrs. Cao... died in Wan'an Temple on the first day of winter month last year. There is a big fire, and the tablet is enshrined in the small ancestral hall of the Hou Mansion, but Uncle Huaiying is going to pay homage?"

"..." Sima Ren lowered his head and sipped his tea, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer the words—although he was only four or five years older than Yuan Chu, he was at least a generation older than Yuan Chu, but Sima Ren felt that the child in Yuan Chu was thinking. He is simply older than himself.

After a long time, Sima Ren let out a long sigh after drinking a cup of tea, "Yuan Chu, why are you so hard on yourself? She just doesn't know anything about it, and she will hold grudges against you..."

Sima Xuan didn't make a sound, but cast his silent gaze over.

Sima Ren changed the subject with awareness of current affairs: "I see something wrong with your complexion, as if an old injury has not healed and a new one has been added, so let's go, let's go, you're going to sue for a few days and say you're sick at home, why don't I leave another one? The prescription is for you, remember to take it on time."

After finishing speaking, Sima Ren stood up and bid farewell to Sima Xuan.

"Thank you, Uncle Huaiying." Sima Xuan leaned on the warm couch without moving, just nodded to Sima Ren, and called the Liusheng outside the door to send Sima Ren out of the house.

Jinglinghou's Mansion is a target, and people are watching closely everywhere, and Sima Ren's Wuyaotang is also well-known in Chang'an City. Rest at home.

Not to mention that Sima Ren of the Wuyaotang really has two skills in treating diseases and saving lives. It was only the effect of a pair of medicines that night, and the high fever on Cao Hui's body subsided a lot.

It's just that she herself was still a little drowsy, chanting "Brother don't go" in her sleep for a while, and frowning for a while with an uneasy expression.

Sima Xuan sat on the side of the bed and looked at the person on the bed in silence. Yuyan said, Madam, this is a nightmare with a fever, and people will wake up after the fever subsides.

"Go back and rest." Sima Xuan leaned over to feel the temperature of the earth dragon under the bed, and looked up at Yuyan next to him. "It's good to have a lonely guard here tonight."

Yuyan didn't dare to go back to rest, but she didn't dare to directly disobey her master's order, so she quietly retreated to the outside of the partition to guard.

……

Cao Hui knew that he had a high fever.

It's not that she hasn't suffered from wind and cold before, and it's easy to reduce the fever. As long as she doesn't cough, she just needs to drink more hot water and sleep for a few days with the quilt covered.

But when she woke up drowsily, in a trance, she thought she was lying in the Sunset View on the back mountain of Wan'an Temple, and now she was thirsty and wanted to get up to find a sip of water.

Although her whole body was sore and weak, her dry mouth and tongue made her get up from the blanket, but it woke Sima Xuan who fell asleep at the end of the bed at some point.

"Why did you get up?" Sima Xuan opened her eyes expressionlessly, the outlines of her eyes were clearly outlined by the heavy and astringent eyelids.

Leaning over to support Cao Hui, his voice was a little hoarse than in the daytime: "But what's wrong with you?"

"...Why is it you?" Cao Hui leaned weakly against the head of the bed, and unconsciously glanced at the round table.

Sima Xuan understood, went over and poured a cup of hot water and helped Cao Hui drink it.

Cao Hui naturally turned his face away unwillingly, but Sima Xuan pinched his chin and forcibly fed him half a cup of hot water.

Cao Hui finally lay back powerlessly, tilting his head to hear his own heartbeat, beating fast and flustered like a marching drum.

Sima Xuan sat on the edge of the bed, not saying a word.

"Your Majesty of Jingling," Cao Hui, who was in a daze, heard his pale and dry voice after an unknown amount of time, which was extremely unpleasant: "I have already died once. Finally, if you let me go, I will let you go, okay?"

Sima Xuan didn't answer, but the words that Yuyan said to herself in the daytime today echoed in her ears-"Madam said, to this day, she really doesn't want to have any entanglements with the master anymore, saying yes , saying that I hope the master will let her go..."

Sima Xuan suddenly laughed softly.

let go?

Who is going to let go of whom?Or who owes whom?I am afraid that the fate charts of myself and Cao Hui have already been messed up, and I can't figure it out!

Sima Xuan stretched out his hand, and gently caressed Cao Hui's unveiled face with thin callused fingers. Under the slightly rough fingertips, the scar left by the fire was tangled and terrifying.

However, even though she had all kinds of sympathy in her heart, a slight smile was full of sarcasm.

When I opened my mouth, it was full of coldness and coercion: "Cao Yuanrong, you have enough evidence in your hand to make my Sima family ransack and execute, and you even have a handle that can make me Sima Xuan die without a place to bury you. You let me Let you go? Heh, is Madam sick and confused, or did I hear wrong?"

"...you go out, I don't want to see you," Cao Hui closed his eyes and turned away his face, arched his body and curled himself up into a ball, his voice was almost a whisper, "You make me feel sick, you will be ten The Eighth Hell, you will suffer retribution..."

Sima Xuan didn't take it seriously, and pressed Cao Hui's forehead with one hand, pinched her chin with the other, and forced her to look at him with ice-cold eyes: "Retribution? Don't forget, I am Shura, Why be afraid of Abi." After saying that, he flung his sleeves and went out, slamming the door of the room loudly.

Just within reach, Cao Hui's forehead fever had subsided, and Sima Xuan left without hesitation.

In the dead of night, the sudden slam of the door was so abrupt that it really startled the many hidden guards who had to "listen to the corner" guarding around the Wanxuan in the house.

Be good, it's really incredible that the master suddenly exploded.

/ / /

Cao Hui said that she didn't want to see Sima Xuan again. After recovering from her illness, she really never saw that man who was both familiar and strange again, and even a single bit of news about him never leaked into Cuo Wan Xuan.

Until the day fell into the twelfth lunar month.

The winter snow fell one after another, and the weather was abnormally cold. The maid heard from the bamboo that the Laqi Laba froze to death, but if this trend continues, the crops on the village will definitely have a bumper harvest in the coming year, otherwise At that time, Housekeeper Zhou Cheng will be in a hurry to worry about the daily expenses of the Hou Mansion.

Cao Hui listened to the little girl's gossip, and felt that staying in the house was really boring, so she secretly took Tingzhu to the yard to play in the snow, carrying Yuyan who was busy in the second room.

Cao Hui's life in the Wan'an Temple in Hezhou during those few years was naturally hard. It was a big deal to have three meals a day before the Buddha, even if he was happy to build a snowman in front of the door , In the end, it is also empty and lonely, which inexplicably increases sadness.

But now?

Since returning to Chang'an, Sima Xuan placed him in this house's evening pavilion. Not to mention his food and clothing, his life is safe, and there are many people around him who can talk to him.

Cao Hui was squatting on the ground rolling snowballs. Thinking of this, a rather handsome face suddenly appeared in his mind.

It was the face of a young man. Because he had lived in the bitterly cold northern region for many years, the young man's face was a little darkened by the sun, and even his skin was a little rough from the wind and sand.

On the left forehead of that face, there is also a very recognizable scar, thin and as long as the fingernail of a little finger, which was left on the battlefield when the boy was ten years old.

It is said that the knife was cut obliquely at the boy's forehead, and the boy who was frightened and stunned was pushed from the side by the same robe, but fortunately he escaped from the head and the blade saved his life, only the sharp knife Jian Jian left such a scar on his forehead, he narrowly escaped death.

Cao Hui was in a daze, and the courtyard door of Cuowanxuan, which was always closed, creaked and was pushed open a small crack. Cao Hui was attracted by the sound of the door opening, and looked up at the courtyard door with the snowball in his hand.

"Is there anyone here?" A cute and soft child's voice sounded outside the door, it was sweet and full of anticipation.

"The yard is full of snow, it seems..." Another child's voice sounded hesitantly.

"Wow, then we can hide here!" At the same time as the sweet boy's voice sounded, a courtyard door of Cuowanxuan was completely pushed open, and a little girl in a bright red brocade padded jacket pushed a girl in a sky blue auspicious Ruyi The little boy in the jacket rushed in.

Coincidentally, the two little guys stopped in front of Cao Hui.

"It's just that there are people in the yard..." The second half of the sentence in the little boy's mouth finally came out slowly after he stopped, but it was already too late.

"Ah!" The little girl let out a surprise and immediately hid behind the little boy, then grabbed the boy's arm curiously, and poked out half of her head from behind to look at Cao Hui.

Ting Zhu had just been sent to find a shovel, Cao Hui naturally didn't recognize the two little bean dings, so he looked at the two children curiously.

The little girl hid behind the little boy with only half of her face exposed, while the little boy stood there without hesitation.

Cao Hui blinked lightly, the child was white and tender, but between the eyebrows and eyes, he could vaguely see the appearance of the child when he was young.

The cute little boy tilted his head, and his big dark and watery eyes looked at Cao Hui who was squatting on the ground without blinking.

After a while, the boy pointed at her and asked in a childlike voice, "This is my home, who are you?"

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The author forgot to say something, uh... probably because my brain was frozen