Rong Xuan

Different from Princess Yongjia's self-annoyance, Han Suiwu behind her was in a mess in his mind at the moment except for his nervous vigilance.

That idiot Yuan Cunyu woke up this morning, saw him sleeping on the outside of the bed, that guy picked up the Wuhen knife and pinched him, good guy, the rage almost burned the roof.

Han Suiwu jumped up from the bed, jumped to the other side of the room after a few twitches, but before Yuan Cunyu's Wuhen knife came over again, Han Suiwu covered his stomach and laughed—since the two knew each other It is rare for Yuan Cunyu to get angry like this.

It may be that Han Suiwu's laughter was too frenzied, which directly made the idiot Er Queyuan Cunyu who was carrying a Wuhen knife even more angry.

Although Han Suiwu has been a bit of a fool at ordinary times, he can't control his mouth if he is heartless, but his serious thoughts are not inferior to Yuan Cunyu's, plus his understanding of this stupid gourd over the years-when the Wuhen knife cuts it again He chose to stand still and did not hide.

So the Wuhen knife barely stopped when it touched his collar.

He raised his hand to hold the tip of the Wuhen knife, and looked straight at Yuan Cunyu with the unscrupulous smiles on his brows.

Then, Yuan Cunyu let go of the handle of the knife, pressed the sore and heavy back of his neck feebly, and murmured something dazedly, causing Han Suiwu to jump on the Lingtai.

"Master said she would tell you about a family. You have already agreed, which is fine. You are the only son of your old Han family, so you can't hang out with a man in such a vague way..."

Han Suiwu is not those naive and cute idealistic idiots. There is probably no such thing as "as long as two people are in love, they can grow old hand in hand" in this world. His body and mind are mature, and he and Yuan Cun are in a dilemma, isn't this the one?

Women are prostituted in the Qinlou Chu Pavilion, and actresses are played in the Liyuan Theater. Although Dachao Kingdom has extremely strict laws and regulations for women, men play with men everywhere.

It is even said that there are many good-looking young men who are raised outside, but looking at the vast territory of Chao Kingdom, it is rare to hear of two men passing by directly together.

Han Suiwu knew that Yuan Cunyu was not to blame for this, it was all his own fault, he was hesitating, he was hesitant, it was him, he was dragging Yuan Cunyu down, if it wasn't for the master knowing something, and then making a fool of himself Help him point it out, how long will I have to escape like this...

"Let's go, let's go back." Han Suiwu, who was distracted, suddenly heard his master's voice, he quickly came back to his senses, and found that the master had almost walked out of the house.

Han Suiwu quickly chased after him: "Master, master, I heard from Yuan Cunyu that you are going to transfer him to Simahou's mansion as a guard, and I want to go too, how about you transfer me there too..."

The corridor outside the restaurant was spacious and winding. Princess Yongjia turned her head to look at Han Suiwu as she walked forward. A smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she answered in a moderate voice. Finally, she gradually disappeared into the corridor. The corner at the end.

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After the summer, the weather is getting hotter, and the fresh meat, fruits and vegetables will go bad if you don’t pay attention. The Jingling Hou’s Mansion needs to buy a lot of ingredients at this stall. The seller is happy, but the Hou Mansion is worried. Butler Zhou Cheng.

There is no other reason, only one word - poor.

Sima Ying, the wife of General Zhongwu who came to help his younger brother with his affairs, was also puzzled by this—her second younger brother, Sima Xuan, Sima Yuanchu, the super-rank Jingling County Marquis of eight thousand, the eldest son of Qingxu Palace, the imperial court A member of the third rank, his family is so poor that he can only take care of daily expenses, hey, how fresh it is to say.

"...Isn't that because, isn't it because there is no one to take care of those things for me?" Sima Xuan sat behind piles of papers, raised his head and moved his shoulders with difficulty, his hand holding the writing brush trembled sorely.

She said: "So I went to plead with my elder brother-in-law, please come out to help my younger brother for a while, elder sister, I know that you are always in poor health, but it is absolutely impossible to leave our family affairs to anyone else If it doesn't work, I just ask my eldest brother-in-law not to dislike the Marquis's residence, and not to create a quarrel with my eldest sister."

"Since you know this, how dare you drag your sister and me here?

Sima Xuan: "..." She chose to continue to bow her head to her official duties.

Sima Ying covered her mouth and smiled, her own brother, even if she spends her whole life in the officialdom where you can't be an official unless you are corrupt, I'm afraid she won't be able to learn a single bit of slippery sophistication in the end.

So she said: "Your brother-in-law often said that he was the one who favored me when we got married, and he often clamored to have a taste of the phrase 'my mother's family is a hole, and I can't fill it in'. Now you need me and him more here." The happier he was, he sent You Jian back from Changding yesterday, and he also brought a lot of confidantes, saying that they were all people who had carried red knives to guard your house, and asked me to take your few All the nephews and nieces came to the Hou's mansion to accompany Huaner Qinger, "

As he said that, Sima Ying clapped his hands lightly again, and let out a long sigh: "When you get married, you are married. You are not yet [-] years old. Even if you add a few sons and daughters after marriage, it will not be the same. It doesn't matter to others, isn't it good for everyone to live their own lives, why do they have to..."

"Eldest sister," Sima Xuan put down his writing brush, leaned back into the chair lightly, his voice was hoarse and slightly nasal: "Hui'er's current identity is the daughter of Duke Xun, who has no children under his knees and is the chief assistant of the cabinet. I am an extremely personable official, and I am different from the civil and military forces of Chao State. Although there is no provision in the law that civil servants and military generals are not allowed to marry and befriend each other, to avoid suspicion, the Sima family and the Xun family have never had any contact. You said, the Tian family enjoys ninety-five years. We have never voluntarily broken such an unwritten rule for more than ten years, so why did we suddenly draw our family and Mr. Xun into marriages?"

"I've thought about this a long time ago, and I've talked with your brother-in-law, and even mentioned it to our father in private." Sima Ying took a sip of the tea cup, "But they couldn't make it clear to me after all. I don't understand the court affairs, but at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, seeing the marriage is coming soon, you must let me have a plan in my heart?"

"There is a spectrum..." Sima Xuan repeated these words in a low voice with downcast eyes, and said in a gentle voice: "That means that after Hui'er comes over, the big sister won't have to struggle alone against the Zhao family. The inner house, the inner house of the Marquis’ Mansion, the General’s Mansion, and the inner courtyard of Yuanzhi’s heir in the future, big sister, you and Hui’er are fighting with these, leave the rest to us..."

Sima Ying found that his second younger brother's thoughts were almost the same as their father's. It seemed to be very simple, but in fact it was profound and elusive.

"You're not afraid that I won't be able to protect your daughter-in-law." Sima Ying stood up and pointed to a booklet next to the official documents, and said, "I've already roughly planned the wedding banquet. Take a look and see if there is any trouble." Where there is disagreement, mark it with red ink, and I will ask someone to revise it tomorrow, I am too tired, so I will go back and rest first."

"Farewell to elder sister." Sima Xuan stood up, bowed his hands and sent Sima Ying out of the study.

"...Master." After Sima Ying left completely, a blurry figure flashed silently in a dark corner of the study: "There is someone from Yuanzhou, Pingzhou."

"Yuanzhou?" Sima Xuan stood behind the desk, with one hand on his hips and the other forcefully squeezed the space between his brows.

The tingling feeling between her brows dispelled some of the exhaustion in her body, and half of her sobriety was withdrawn from her gradually chaotic mind to maintain the continued operation of this body: "Let's go, go and see."

I don't know what's going on, but Sima Xuan feels that he gets tired more and more easily recently. Is it really just because he just came back soon, and the government office is busy with paperwork and paperwork?

Not thinking about it, Sima Xuan drank a big cup of strong tea, and quietly brought Liu Sheng to the backyard of the Hou Mansion.

Jinglinghou Mansion covers an area of ​​more than [-] mu. In addition to the outer courtyard at the front for receiving guests and the inner house for daily living, the garden at the back is also a series of pavilions and pavilions, small bridges, flowing water, green lotus buds, The mountains, stones and forests are exquisitely crafted, and it is the easiest to find one or two hidden places in such a large place.

Sima Xuan met people from Pingzhou and Yuanzhou in a bamboo accord.

"So, they have indeed taken people away from Pingzhou safely," Sima Xuanyin firmly grasped his tiger's mouth with his hands in his wide sleeves, and said in a low voice as if talking to himself: "Then the distance is calculated. If they don’t, they will arrive in Beijing in half a month at least—how about you from Yuanzhou?”

Among the two men in black in the hall, the one on the left looked older and the man with the moustache clapped his hands and returned: "It has been verified that since the beginning of Jingchu ten years ago, it has been nearly ten years since Jingchu. As a lowly slave, his son Hu Yunyang killed a total of 21 people, including two dead bodies, three, and several more..."

Mustache paused, and seemed to be having difficulty opening his mouth.

"Huh?" Sima Xuan picked up the teacup and took a big mouthful of strong tea, then looked up at the other party wearily, "How many more?"

There was no expression on Sima Xuan's face at all, an alienated and indifferent appearance combined with her prestigious reputation outside, without any modification, it would make people who don't know her feel frightened for no reason. Sharp, Mustache fell to his knees on the ground with his legs limp.

"Junhou Mingjian, Junhou Mingjian!" The little beard kowtowed to Sima Xuan continuously, his shoulders trembling like passing through a sieve, and suddenly he stammered: "There are still a few, a few, seven or eight, Six, a few girls who are no more than seven years old!"

Sima Xuan leaned forward slightly, pursed his mouth and frowned, his dark eyes glowed with a cold light like a blade, staring at the mustache kneeling on the ground without blinking.

Mustache didn't have eyes on the top of his head, but he clearly felt two extremely oppressive gazes on him, like a light on his back, and he was about to shake into sieves.

A moment later, when the mustache was about to cry with this gaze, the young man's hoarse voice slowly sounded with a nasal voice, "Your Excellency did not do those things that hurt the world, why are you afraid of this for no reason, you just talk to the lonely To put it in detail—Liu Sheng, serve tea and set up a table with guests."

The younger, small-eyed man in black bowed his hands to Sima Xuan and went to sit down, while the man with the moustache almost half-supported and half-dragged Sima Xuan to get him to sit beside him.

The mustache wiped his face, and then managed to stabilize his figure, and leaned weakly in the seat.

Sima Xuan narrowed his eyes, and then she saw this man's face clearly through the light next to him - this man was not only afraid, he was also hating, that's right, those teary eyes were full of powerless but The hatred that is not willing to give up, this is an emotion that Sima Xuan will never admit to being wrong - she has seen too many northern border residents with such eyes in the places where the Huns passed by.

"It seems that Your Excellency's family is also involved," Sima Xuan leaned back slightly, his back was no longer as straight as before, but his loose appearance still made people tremble: "My condolences are changing, but what should be said Your Excellency still has to talk to Guzhi."

"The villain randomly brought a few copies from the stack of complaints, and dared to ask the Lord of Jingling to have a look." The mustache wiped the tears on his face again, sniffed his nose, and carefully took it out of his arms. A tightly wrapped small cloth bag was handed over to Liu Sheng with trembling hands.

Liu Sheng shook out layers of the coarse cloth that carried the warmth of the man's arms, and a somewhat plain complaint appeared on the innermost layer, and Liu Sheng leaned over to present the things to the expressionless master.

At the same time, Mustache slid directly from the low chair to the ground and knelt down. He was trembling all over, and his teeth were chattering loudly: "Little man, I heard from people in your mansion that the Lord is not only the tenth king of Megatron, The general of the six prefectures, Junhou is the right servant of the Ministry of Punishment among the six departments, Junhou, Junhou! I beg you to be the master of the grassroots!"

"Oh, you have to be alone," the young man casually flipped through the complaint in his hand, and the corner of his mouth curled up with a very shallow arc: "Then you have entrusted the wrong person."

As soon as these words came out, Mustache immediately raised his head with an expression of astonishment and shock, his eyes staring closely at Sima Xuan were full of surprise like thunder added to his body.

No, no, why just, just leave it alone? !

"Jun, Junhou, Sima Shilang, this, you are, but Sima..." The little beard tilted his body, and fell to the ground with a thud, as if all his strength was drained instantly.

He just sat there, sneered and laughed with tears all over his face, and wept: "Mr. Fang is a good man, he is a good man, but why did I forget that your surname is Sima, Marquis of Jingling! You are the Ministry of Criminal Justice! The servant is right, but the Hu family is also your relative! Relative!"

After the emotions accumulated to the point where they had to vent, the mustache gritted his teeth, and put away his tears with a self-control that no one else could imagine: "This world, this world where there is no justification, and there is no grievance. It is necessary to smash those of us who have no power and power into the mud! Well, since you, a high-ranking official, don't care about the lives of the people, then I will sue the imperial court!"

Sima Xuan pressed his temple impatiently, signaling Liu Sheng to take him down.

Liu Sheng said "Come here", and two burly men came in from under the door, and they dragged the mustache down while covering their mouths.

This little eye from Pingzhou has also seen all kinds of bloody scenes of life and death, but the current situation is - the Jingling Hou in front of him clearly has never said a single serious word, and the little eye has been inexplicably frightened and can't open it Mouth.

There is a kind of fear that does not come from emotional perception, but from the soul, which seems to come out of the bones, and the source of this feeling is Sima Xuan who is sitting there quietly.

Compared with all the serving officials of the same military background, Jinglinghou is the thinnest, but this person's thinness is not just a literal emaciation, but also the kind of old scars on one side On the one hand, there is the indifference and alienation that makes people respectful and far away, and they are incompatible with everything around them.

People often have only two attitudes towards such a person, either to be destroyed or to be regarded as a god.But obviously, apart from Tianjia, no one in Dachao Kingdom can casually destroy the son of Qingxu King Simaxiu who "eating fast and praying to Buddha, with a knife in his hand".

"Forget it, just be afraid if you like to be afraid." Sima Xuan knew that others were always afraid of herself, and she was afraid that this small eye would pee her pants with fear, so she cleared her throat and said bluntly: "The situation in Pingzhou is alone. I know the truth, go back and bring a message to your master, saying that his favor has been written down alone, and he will pay it back in the future."

After ordering Liu Sheng to stay and accommodate the two guests, Sima Xuan walked back alone with his hands behind his hands.

Because there has been no one in Jinglinghou's mansion for seven years, Sima Xuan has been living in the Chongguang Courtyard at the border of the inner and outer courtyards. This courtyard is located behind the innermost outer study in the outer courtyard, so people in the front courtyard thought The prince of his own family usually sleeps in the inner courtyard, and the people in the inner courtyard think that the master usually rests in front.

Just coming all the way from the garden at the back, passing by the dark Cuowan Pavilion, passing by the Anheju, which he had never set foot in since Cao Hui left, Sima Xuan suddenly had the urge to move back to the inner courtyard.

The next moment, the corners of Sima Xuan's mouth curled nervously, revealing a cold and abrupt smile, extremely ironic.

The crescent moon in the sky is crescent, and the figure on the ground is lonely. No one knows what this superb Jingling Lord in the black robe and jade crown is thinking.

Seeing the master returning to the bedroom of Sogo Academy alone, the shadow guards who were guarding in the dark held the hilt of the knife in their hands one after another.

The brighter the moonlight shines in the sky, the bolder those who cannot see the light will be, and the more daring they will be to send assassins to Jinglinghou's mansion.

Especially tonight—people from Yuanzhou, Pingzhou still live in Hou's mansion.

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