Rong Xuan

As soon as the Master Yongjia finished speaking, he felt someone leaning over slightly from behind him, and this person whispered in his ear: "Yes, master, this servant is going right now."

"Where did the sixteen come from? It's clearly just an eight-of-a-kind card." Mrs. Xue took out two eight-of-a-kind cards from her own card and put them aside: "I almost let them go, but I touched them——Nine bobbins .”

"I'll touch one too—in the middle—it's up to you, Sister Liu."

"...Oh, I'll give you two sticks, Qingjia is here for you."

"..."

The food protection cards on the table continued to go down one by one. Princess Yongjia placed the food cards in his hand, with a leisurely and calm light in his opal-like eyes, but his thumbs were constantly moving. Caressing the cold and warm gold-inlaid jade grain tablet, he seemed a little absent-minded for a moment.

Fang Jing was the maid who went to Wuwen Garden to look for the golden hairpin just now, not Sima Yuanchu's scumbag Shiliu...

It was several rounds of beginning and end, and the Madam She who asked Princess Yongjia to take the seat hadn't come yet, and Princess Yongjia had already drank cold water and stuffed her teeth and lost several silver tickets and gold and jade jewelry in a row.

"Master," a thin and small envoy came in from outside, approached Princess Yongjia's ear amidst the sound of rubbing cards and whispered: "The guard Han is back."

Han Suiwu is back.

Princess Yongjia, the super rich lord, got up and left amidst the three other wives at the poker table who kept asking and sighing. After leaving the leaning building, she went straight to Wuwen Garden.

"How's it going, do you have a clue?" The woman went straight to the topic as soon as she entered the door, and avoided Han Suiwu's handshake and salute while walking to the side room.

Han Suiwu followed closely behind: "We found Zeng Guofeng, a scholar of the Qianyuan Wenge University." He took out a small package from his arms: "This is some correspondence and evidence from that time."

He took the small package and opened it. Inside were several yellowed and old letter papers, and one party's private seal without any engraving.

Grabbing the rouge box from the dressing table, Princess Yongjia sat in front of the small desk where she handled daily affairs, and printed the seal dipped in rouge neatly on a piece of expensive gold-sprinkled rice paper.

Remove the seal with cracks torn out by time, and the words "Cao Ke's private seal" are reflected on the dark and bright pupils of Princess Yongjia.

Even under the background of the bright red rouge mud and the soft yellow sprinkled gold, those four characters still exude an incomparably upright spirit, just like the one who was restrained by the shackles and chains weighing dozens of catties back then. body, but his back is still as straight as a frail scholar like a snow-capped mountain.

However, the sky never leaves an old age, and people are forever.

Princess Yongjia closed her eyes, and silently suppressed the memory of the middle-aged man going to the guillotine from her mind, "How is your injury?"

"..." Han Suiwu was obviously taken aback by the question, and subconsciously felt the wound on his flank that was inflicted by accidentally breaking into old man Zeng's study secret room while collecting evidence, "It's okay, please take care of me, master."

Princess Yongjia nodded, and she folded the Sajinxuan in front of her, and took out a small bottle from the side and threw it to Han Suiwu.

Han Suiwu took the small bottle accurately, Fang looked at it with downcast eyes, and the voice of Princess Yongjia rang out again: "My status is embarrassing, no more than the nobles and royals of the other family, naturally you can't get along with me. You have a bright future, but since you are willing to follow me, I cannot let you lose your life so easily, Suiwu, in the future, safety is the top priority."

The always handsome master suddenly said these words to a guard, Han Suiwu blinked his eyes several times before he realized it, and knelt down on one knee with a plop: "The life of the villain was picked up by the master from the snow, and it was recreated." You should be smashed to pieces to repay your kindness!"

Princess Yongjia turned her head to look at Han Suiwu who was kneeling on the ground, this stubborn child.

The young guard in a black robe was kneeling there with his head slightly lowered. His complexion was not very good, and there was a faint bluish white. The corners of his always smiling mouth were now tightly pursed. It smells a little weak.

For some reason, Princess Yongjia suddenly remembered the scene she saw that night at Chixi Inn.

"Okay, let's go back and have a rest." Princess Yongjia thought of something else, and she sent Han Suiwu away with red earlobes.

Seeing Han Suiwu, the heartless little guard, jumping out with the wind, Princess Yongjia focused on righteousness, and slowly opened the half-folded gold sprinkled rice paper in front of her.

He took those letters and carefully checked them word by word. After a long time, Princess Yongjia stared at these things in front of him, faintly feeling that the bloody massacre eight years ago, which had been completely covered by the passage of time, seemed to have been killed again. Opened a little unknown corner.

And behind this little corner is something that Zhao Qingjia, who has always been fearless, dare not touch easily.

A few days later, two days before the summer solstice, Princess Yongjia met Sima Xuan, Lord of Jingling who had just returned to Beijing, at Yiwei Tea House.

On the second floor of Yiwei Tea House, in the tea room at the end of the corridor with the word "Zhaohui" hanging on the lintel:

Sima Xuan sat cross-legged on the futon tea seat, holding a misty-colored teacup without a lid in his hand, and turned sideways to take a sip of the fragrant tea. In front of her, sitting in the middle of her crossed legs A little girl is eating steamed tea cake with her head down,

"Tsk," Princess Yongjia put down the teacup, put her elbows on the edge of the tea table, smacked her chin and looked at the person opposite, the amber pupils reflected the blood-red sunset coming through the window Yu Hui, "It's still not pleasing to see you raising a child like this——Xiao Qing'er, can your father spoil you any more?"

"It's nothing to entertain the children," Sima Xuan tilted his head, reached out and took another teacup from the tea table, and handed it to Sima Qing's mouth. Ten Huns cavalry besieged a cold-blooded man who could not change his face, "Come and drink your saliva, and carefully choke."

Xiao Qing'er was indulging in the delicious steamed tea cake, when she heard her father's words, she instinctively turned her head, bit the edge of the teacup and drank several mouthfuls of white water at a suitable temperature.

Then, the little girl pointed at her "father"'s black cuff embroidered with complex cloud patterns, and bluntly wiped her little mouth that was stained with cake crumbs.

Princess Yongjia had no choice but to support her forehead, and expressed her incomprehension to this kind of person who loves girls too much.

So she forced herself to bow her head and take a sip of the fragrant tea she brewed by herself, although she didn't taste any difference between this tea and the one she usually eats.

Turning slightly sideways, she took out the evidence that Han Suiwu risked his life to collect from under the low tea table and put it on the bright side: "That's all I found. A little movement can be discovered by him in time——tsk, it's really out of the way."

In the voice of Princess Yongjia, Sima Xuan unhurriedly spread these letters in front of him with one hand.

Seeing Sima Xuan's series of reactions, Princess Yongjia tilted his head suspiciously: "How long have you been back? Don't say you've been so busy that you forgot to ask—"

"I haven't forgotten," Sima Xuan interrupted the other party's words suddenly, with a detached and indifferent expression that made it hard to see what he was thinking: "Ya Sheng said, hand over the levy to the top and bottom, and the country is in danger."

"..." Princess Yongjia rolled Sima Xuan's eyes at the right time, and she leaned over to hand Sima Qing a piece of rose cake: "Xiao Qinger, do you know what your father is talking about?"

"My father said, 'I haven't forgotten, the sub-sage said, hand over the profits to the top and bottom, and the country is in danger'," Sima Qing stretched out her chubby hand to take the crispy rose cake, and the crispy outer layer fell on Sima Xuan's robe. Qing'er smiled brightly: "Thank you, Aunt Jia."

Princess Yongjia reached out and rubbed Xiao Qing'er's soft hair: "You are cuter than your father, where is your big brother?"

"Big brother is studying at home," Xiao Qing'er moved her chubby body and slid down Sima Xuan's lap with difficulty, still holding the crispy rose cake in her hand, her head tilted and her brows cocked like Sima Xuan's. With a three-point similarity: "My brother said that before dinner today, Daddy will ask him about his homework."

After saying that, the little guy flicked his short legs and ran aside to play by himself.

The guard Liusheng stayed outside the door all the time, during which his master ordered some pastries for the second girl, and after about two cups of tea, he was chatting with Han Suiwu, the guard brought by Princess Yongjia. After opening and closing, Princess Yongjia came out.

With his left hand holding the handle of the Wuhen knife at his waist, Liu Sheng clenched his fist behind his back with his right hand, bowing respectfully to Princess Yongjia.

Princess Yongjia walked straight towards the stairs. After closing the door, Han Suiwu took the opportunity to give Liu Sheng a "Let's talk later" wink, and immediately turned to follow his master.

Yiwei Tea House is located in the south city of Chang'an. Most of the people in the south of the city are poor households in the imperial capital. However, the so-called poverty is actually relative to Chang'an City, the capital of a country.

In other words, the poor households living in the south of Chang'an City are not really poor, but because the people in other places are too rich and noble, they appear to be poorer in the south of the city.

When Princess Yongjia walked down the wooden stairs to the first floor, she happened to hear someone calling the tea shop assistant to serve a pot of Jiusi tea.

Jiusi tea is produced by the Shen family in Hezhou. This tea is expensive, and it is mostly used by the lords in Beijing and the extraordinary rich and powerful families. There are also folks who eat Jiusi tea, but they only need a pot of tea. It is rare.

Princess Yongjia subconsciously looked at the source of the sound - hey, I didn't expect it to be an acquaintance.

"It's a coincidence that I met Mr. Zhao Guiren today." Sima Ren stood up from his chair, shook his cloth robe, stretched out his sleeves and bowed to Princess Yongjia, "How dare you treat your honor to a cup of tea? "

"Mr. Huaiying is too polite, please take a seat." Princess Yongjia smiled and waved her hands: "I have tea with Lord Jingling, and I have some mundane affairs at hand, so I won't disturb Mr. — It’s up to you, sir, I’ll treat you to tea when you’re free.”

Sima Ren didn't sit back in his chair, and bowed to Princess Yongjia when Princess Yongjia turned around.

"—Hey guard Zhan, you didn't take your things! Guard Zhan!..."

As soon as Princess Yongjia approached the gate of Yiwei Tea House, she saw a boy from the tea house chasing someone out with a bag of things in his hand.

The princess didn't care, and stood there after getting down the steps in front of the door, waiting for Han Suiwu to call his carriage over.

Yiwei Tea House is located in the downtown area in the south of the city. The long street in front of the gate is paved with blue bricks, spacious and clean, and the street is full of people coming and going. The line of sight leads to the past.

"Who was that person you were chasing just now?!" Passing through the crowd, the person who was caught up by the tea house clerk disappeared in the crowd of people. I don't know when there was a hint of urgency: "What guard, which family's guard?"

The waiter at the tea house didn't recognize Princess Yongjia, but seeing the other party's well-dressed attire was really extraordinary, the man-like waiter immediately clapped his hands and replied: "As for the nobleman, the villain just chased after Simahou's mansion." Guard Zhan, Guard Zhan just bought some cakes in the tea house, but he forgot to take the things after paying, so the villain sent them to Guard Zhan."

"Simahou Mansion, Zhan Guard?" Liu Ye raised his eyebrows lightly. There are many marquises in Chang'an City, but there is only one surnamed Sima, so Princess Yongjia slowly released the hand that was holding the man's elbow. hand, the tone returned to normal: "Do you know what name the guard called?"

The clerk shook his head: "I only know the surname Zhan, but I don't know the name, but Zhan's guards can't speak. Seeing that Zhan's guards have a Wuhen knife hanging on their waists, I think they are the guards in the Hou's mansion. It should be easy to inquire about."

"—Master, master!" Han Suiwu struggled through the crowd and came behind Princess Yongjia. He just raised his hand to beckon his own carriage, and the master escaped from his protection.

Seeing that Princess Yongjia was safe and sound talking to a waiter at the tea house, Han Suiwu wiped the cold sweat from his palms on his clothes, good guy, there are so many people on this street, luckily nothing happened to the master.

"I'm sorry, brother, you go." Princess Yongjia took out a few pieces of silver from her sleeve pocket and threw them to the waiter at the tea house. Then she turned and walked towards the place where her carriage was, while ordering the people behind her: " There is a personal guard surnamed Zhan in the residence of the Marquis of Jingling, go and find out... go, go now."

Han Suiwu took the order and rushed into the flow of people to do business immediately. Princess Yongjia just got into the carriage, but suddenly opened the curtain of the carriage, and saw Yuan Cunyu quietly guarding beside the carriage.

Princess Yongjia looked at Yuan Cunyu, who always had a gentle expression, and twisted the brocade curtain with the hand holding the curtain, "You..."

There was a lot of noise in the street, Princess Yongjia said "You" and didn't see anything for a long time. Yuan Cunyu, who folded his hands and listened to the order, was afraid that he would miss it, so he raised his eyes slightly - as far as he could see, he only dared to see the master A piece of sleeve corner.

"Where's Fang Jing?" Princess Yongjia finally asked.

Yuan Cunyu lowered his eyelids: "Master Fang was ordered by the master to go to the Zhuangzi to check the accounts early in the morning, but he hasn't come back yet."

The owner of Yongjia County gave a low "huh", and couldn't help but glance at Yuan Cunyu again - this guy who was always happy and sad answered the questions calmly, not at all like a A person who will hold people in his arms and speak softly about caring.

For some reason, in the consciousness of Princess Yongjia, it seems that Han Suiwu, who is laughing and laughing every day and has a thick skin like a city wall, seems to be a guy who cares about others. As for Yuan Cunyu, he is always bored even if he is injured. sound person.

"Understood, go back to Wuwen Garden." Princess Yongjia put down the curtain of the carriage, retracted her body and sat back in the carriage.

In the autumn four years ago, her sick mother, Princess Dachang, suddenly wanted to taste the wild game of Xishan. She was worried about the wild animals bought in the kitchen, so she took a horse and ran to the Xishan of Changsu to hunt for her mother. Unexpectedly, he was surrounded by a wave of desperate killer assassins in a forest full of shrubs and thorns.

At that time, someone expressly wanted a game of gambling that her mother had entrusted her to manage, but she refused, and she offended that person after bluntly refusing, and he bluntly wanted her life.

The killers set up an ambush, and every move was sure to kill.She was alone and alone, and the people she brought out suffered heavy losses. If it hadn't been for the people sent by her friend Sima Xuan to help in time, the grass on her grave would have grown several stubbles.

It was that time that her long-term bodyguard Yuan Cunyu was seriously injured. She no longer remembered who Yuan Cunyu was injured to save. She only knew that the guy had never let her be the master since he was injured. Know.

At that time, while she was busy with her mother's work, she was also busy with protecting her own life. When she found out that Yuan Cunyu, who was always prudent and prudent, was still missing from the guards on duty around her, that guy had been lying on the bed for six days.

Later, she was the one who invited Sima Xuan's younger uncle, Sima Ren, to treat Yuan Cunyu, and it took nearly three months before Yuan Cunyu's injuries were basically healed.

"Cunyu," Princess Yongjia poked her head out of the carriage window, squinted her eyes and asked the people outside: "How old are you this year?"