Rong Xuan

"When you join the army, you don't know how to untie your saddle, and you never leave your armor day and night. Every year, you go to war, and every year you return without success. The lonely king is 65 this year~"

On the small stage, a white-bearded and long-bearded martial artist held a knife with one hand, and clanged the words in white on the dots, which made people feel empathy and couldn't help but feel sad.

"Although the tortoise lives long, it still has its time," the only spectator under the stage was crossing his legs and leaning leisurely on the pear flower couch. He shook his head and put the rosary in his hand on the small table next to him. The person next to him laughed and said, "Old man, his ambition is thousands of miles...so what if his ambition is thousands of miles away? Hehe, there is always nothing you can do. Do you think it's all about loyalty?"

Hua Jinzhong was waiting beside him, he bowed in response, and smiled silently.

"What's the situation outside now?" His Majesty the Emperor smiled kindly and turned his eyes back to the stage.

Amidst the intensive accompaniment of the royal troupe, Hua Jinzhong bent over and approached the red dragon robe on the couch, and said: "As Your Majesty wishes, everything is within expectation, and there is nothing out of the ordinary."

After hearing Hua Jinzhong's report, His Majesty the Emperor with a gentle expression slightly raised his drooping eyebrows, which symbolized longevity, as if he couldn't believe the words "no one out of line".

He leaned his upper body slightly against the back of the pear flower couch, and turned his head to look at Hua Jinzhong: "Where's that little prickly head of the Sima family, didn't he give me any bad ideas?"

Hua Jinzhong: "The eyeliner in the Jinglinghou's mansion sent back news that the little Junhou had a cold and high fever after returning, and Mrs. Junhou hastily invited Sima Huaiying to come over to the mansion."

"Sima Huaiying?" His Majesty the Emperor narrowed his eyes slightly.

Hua Jinzhong understood, and hurriedly said: "So the youngest son of Sima Lin's family, the great general of Wuwei, seems to have grown up to be a prince of Jingling... he looks about four or five years old. Prescribing medicine has a small reputation."

"It's no wonder," His Majesty the Emperor shook his head with the gongs and drums on the stage, and said casually, "It's easy to bow down and be loyal, but the people in the Sima family are too tough, and they would rather go to the wasteland." Refuse fire, and don't open your mouth to call yourself a slave, especially that little prickly head..."

"Also," His Majesty the Emperor suddenly asked, "How is Duke Xuan?"

Hua Jinzhong didn't answer right away. He thought about it for a while, and then said: "The Ministry of Punishment is pressing hard. His son-in-law is now going around to collect the faults of the young and old Sima family, and he even secretly helped a little in the Qingxu Shizi case."

"Hey, I'm loyal," His Majesty said, with his hands on his knees, beating the beat casually along with the singer's singing, "You said that if you let that little prick know that I punished their young couple, that's a big deal." Will the child break into Tonghe Hall again with a Wuhen knife like eight years ago?"

Hua Jinzhong broke off his fingers, and suddenly said seriously: "Your Majesty, the little Junhou is already 27 years old this year!"

"...Oh, you are a cunning old man who always talks about it." His Majesty raised his hand and poked Hua Jinzhong's arm with a smile: "Three years old and eighty years old, that child is almost the same as him." Lao Tzu has a bad character, let alone 27, I think he is 87, and he can't change his temper!"

Hua Jinzhong, who was poked on the arm by the emperor, just responded cheerfully and didn't answer.

Early the next morning, the residence of the Marquis of Jingling:

Before the person who was considered eighty at the age of three had time to wash up, Zhou Cheng in the front yard reported to Yuyan, the head of the inner court, that Dali Temple asked Jinglinghou to go to its official office to cooperate with Dali Temple in hearing the case.

"Go after taking the medicine, Junhou." Cao Hui stood beside him, raised his chin and gestured to Sima Xuan from a distance, listening to the tray in Zhu's hand—the steaming bowl on the tray was exactly The decoction for curing diseases that the Marquis of Jingling avoided for fear of not getting enough.

Sima Xuan, who had just subsided from the high fever, raised his hand and rubbed his stagnant nose, closed his eyes and remained silent for a while, then slowly said, "The wind is rustling, the water is cold, and the strong man will never return." " walked towards the medicine bowl in Ting Zhu's hand.

"You have your work to do, so you don't have to go to Dali Temple anymore," Sima Xuan put on his windbreaker and turned to Cao Hui, "Be careful in everything."

Standing under the corridor of Anheju, Cao Hui quietly watched the emaciated man step by step away from his sight in the misty morning after a night of misty rain.

Finally, when Sima Xuangang left Jinglinghou's mansion, Cao Hui sent someone to Wuyaotang to invite Sima Ren to pass the mansion.

Sima Ren was urgently invited by a family last night to see the old father of that family. The old man was too old and could not be rescued in the end. He did not go there peacefully amidst the crying of his children and grandchildren. Wu Yaotang, who only returned in the middle of the night, felt heavy and had just put on his clothes and fell asleep, when he was brought to the Jinglinghou Mansion by the carriage of the Jinglinghou Mansion.

"Madam, please come to the mansion early in the morning, but Junhou wants a follow-up visit? Has Junhou's fever subsided? Or has the fever returned?" In the front hall of the Hou's mansion, Sima Ren sat in a chair with half-closed eyes, almost unable to open his eyes. opened.

Although Sima Ren also has the integrity and boldness of being from a family of generals, he has always known what to say and what not to say, so he has always been a happy person with Cao Hui.

Talking happily to happy people, Cao Hui did not hide it, and retreated the servants to a safe distance. She said directly and frankly: "I want to know how Junhou's body is now, how long can she last?"

"What do you mean Ma'am?" Sima Ren asked back.

"That's what Mr. understands." Cao Hui replied.

The fresh and beautiful air in the morning seemed to condense for a moment, and Sima Ren's mind temporarily went blank, but before he was ready, the memory was suddenly forced into a certain past time and space. ——

"At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, he was only 27 years old..." Sima Ren opened his eyes, the white eyeballs were covered with obvious red blood, which made him look a little angry.

He stared at an empty place in the corner, and after a moment of silence, he said slowly: "She started eating Ganqiong grass from menopausal blood at the age of 13, except for the countless scars on her body, her left leg and knee There is a piercing wound left by a strong crossbow at the bottom, which was left in the Shile battle when she was made a marquis and a general. The whole left leg will hurt, and she will die from the pain,"

"There is a ballad in the northern border, and there is a sentence in it that was written into his poem by the old scholar Su. Madam, do you know which sentence it is?"

Cao Huiyin's hands in his sleeves trembled slightly. How could she not know that line of the poem?She also satirized Sima Xuan with that poem because of a moment of anger, "On the [-]th birthday, the river mirror was collected, and three thousand tigers traveled to Qingle Mountain."

"Yeah, she was sent to the Northern Frontier Army at the age of eight, and at the age of 17, she fulfilled the wishes of the two emperors of the Chao Kingdom that they had never fulfilled, but what did she get in exchange? ——she said that even the people closest to her I can’t keep it, I don’t know what else I can do while I’m alive.” Sima Ren pressed his left earlobe a few times, and asked with a wry smile: “Madam knows that this ear in the early Yuan Dynasty was completely deaf because of something. ?"

Because, because... because... She, she was, was... Cao Hui suddenly had a calm voice in his heart, this voice carried a kind of peace and relief that cannot be described in words, it was miraculous The words came out through her mouth, "because she was beaten."

Sima Ren was taken aback for a moment, as if he was a little surprised that Cao Hui knew this, but then he asked again: "At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, the Son of Heaven personally conferred the title of Marquis of Shangzhu Guochaopin, Shiyi Jingling County, and made Jingling Marquis. House, thanks to the Deputy Commander of the Northern Frontier Army, who is extremely honorable and prominent, Madam, who would dare to beat her for such an upstart in the court? And why was she beaten?"

At this time, the voice in Cao Hui's heart suddenly became softer, whispering soft words in her ear, the voice said: "Those things are not good, they are too painful, it's best if you don't remember them. There is even no need to understand too much..."

no no!

Cao Hui supported his forehead with one hand—why didn't she need to know this?What is it that she doesn't remember?Why did she know the reason why Sima Xuan was deaf in his left ear?

Also, isn't she asking Mr. Sima Huaiying a question?How could these issues be brought up all of a sudden?

"Mr. Huaiying, what do you want to say?" Cao Hui is not a person who has no opinion when encountering a situation. The chaos of thoughts at that moment just now made her think of a crucial question.

——Why did Sima Huaiying suddenly say this to herself?Is it because...

"Cao Min asked you to say something disrespectful as a commoner. Madam forgive me." Sima Ren stood up from his chair, straightened his robe, and bowed respectfully to Cao Hui.

Cao Hui nodded: "Uncle Huaiying, please tell me."

Sima Ren's eyes flickered, and he said in a deep voice: "Madam has rescued Yuanchu from danger several times with the power of a woman, and I am very grateful. However, Madam, you owe Yuanchu a lot. The Sima family is in trouble this time, and Sima Ren dares to ask Mrs. Junhou for the sake of Yuanchu! Don't kill them all."

Cao Hui quietly looked at Sima Ren standing under the hall for a while, and after a while, she smiled suddenly. Through the plain white gauze, the woman with extraordinary temperament smiled with crooked eyebrows, and her eyes reflected the colorful and gorgeous scenes in the front hall. Decorated and radiant: "Uncle Huaiying's words are serious. I am the wife of the Sima family. I must be honored and disgraced with the Sima family. Why do I have to kill them all?"

……

Yuyan has been guarding the entrance of the front hall with wide open doors and windows. Her wife and Master Huaiying talked for a long time inside. Later, Master Huaiying left with a heavy face, but his wife called her in warmly.

Madam asked: "What news came back from Dali Temple?"

Yuyan hastened to report the fact that when Mrs. Cai was talking to Master Huaiying, the personal guard Chengxun of the mansion came back: "Wei Chengxun sent by the overseas students came back and reported that the third department held a joint trial for the second time. It is being tried together with Wenchang Bowei Haizhou's murder case, and Liu Sheng's message is that things are messed up, and Jun Hou probably won't be back at noon."

It was a message from Liu Sheng, but it was not clear whose order Liu Sheng was following?Cao Hui smiled knowingly, and beckoned Yuyan to go back to Anheju's small kitchen with her.

An hour later, Yuyan was holding a large wooden lacquer carved flower pattern holding box, and went to the outer courtyard to find Fang Yong at the order of his wife - the mistress asked her to send the holding box to Dali Temple to give to the master, because the master did not leave when he left. Use breakfast.

"Ma'am, where are the remaining pastries?" Ting Zhu stood aside, tilting his head and seriously looking at the various steaming pastries that hadn't been taken out in the steamer——can't help but repeat I sincerely sigh, Madam's craftsmanship is so good, just the smell makes people swallow.

Cao Hui took off the clothes on his body, and asked the children in the kitchen to take down the large red lacquered suitcase with a picture of a hundred sons on the shelf.

Food boxes and other things in the Jinglinghou's mansion are the same as those books that study scriptures and judge history. They belong to the category of shelving. It is clean, as if it is used every day, spotless.

"The box is clean." Cao Hui took a second look at the relief drawing on the food box.

The fat cook on the side folded her hands in front of her body and bowed to Cao Hui: "The mistress told me that although the master is busy with official duties on weekdays, he has no time to take care of the four divisions, six bureaus and many other chores in the house, but the slaves and maids are often punished." The master is very kind, and I dare not slack off because of the master's trust."

Cao Hui asked Xiaochun, the dowry maid from the Xun family, to bring some extra rewards and distribute them to everyone in the kitchen.

Seeing everyone timidly accepting the rewards, Cao Hui personally sorted some pastries into food boxes and said in a warm voice: "You don't have to be timid, I heard that when the princes were in the northern border in the past, rewards and punishments were distinguished. Soldiers, those things that were killed in the front courtyard a while ago, they were doing things for the Marquis Mansion on the surface, but secretly they were loyally serving others, that's why they ended up like that..."

Speaking of the servants who were killed with sticks in the front yard a few days ago, all the young and old in the kitchen couldn't help but think of the endless screams and wailing and the bloody flesh flying around that day. Several older cooks and women in the house even vaguely felt that the new lady had an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if they had seen it before, or that they had lived under this man before?

"Let's not talk about this," Cao Hui sighed softly, and with the help of Tingzhu, she packed the food box. She told Tingzhu: "Let Xiaochun's father, Lao Xu, set you a carriage. Chun sent this to the palace together, and said that the prince and concubine should try it out."

The old people in the kitchen who have stayed in the Hou's Mansion for many years subconsciously lowered their heads even more when they heard the word "Wang's Mansion". Xiaochun didn't know what it meant, and just carried the food box , Tingzhu went out together.

The scene was silent for a while, only the tongue of fire under the stove was jumping and licking the bottom of the pot, and the high steamer on the fire made a squeaky sound and spit out thick steam mist.

The cook with high sleeves asked softly: "Mistress, the mansion hasn't bought any fresh fish today, so what about this steamed fish..."

"It's okay," Cao Hui looked at the cook indifferently, "Get the fishing gear ready, and come with me in the back garden."

The author has something to say:

Hahahahahahaha but today I didn’t take the train hahahahahahahaha

The queen mother’s original words: Zhong, see if you can grab another high-speed rail ticket and go directly on the high-speed rail. Although it’s okay for you to stand there, but there are so many people at the train station, you can take the train by yourself. I don't worry about transferring.

The author Jun who stood there seemed to be a thing, and was stuffed into the quilt and cried like a dog when he was moved by the empress's sudden emotion. . .

【small theater】

Chang Wenzhong: "It doesn't seem like a big deal, it doesn't look like a big deal when it's standing there, it doesn't seem like a big deal when it's standing there, it doesn't seem like a big deal when it's standing there, it doesn't seem like a big deal, woo woo woo, the child is so touched..."

Sima Huan (holding Xiaopang's arm with great effort, calling Sima Qing'er with a proud face): "Sister, who helped you wear your clothes?"

Sima Qing'er (smiling brilliantly): "It's mother."

Sima Huan: "Sister, who washed your face and teeth?"

Sima Qing'er (laughs): "It's mother."

Sima Huan: "Sister, who fed you?"

Sima Qing: "...it's mother."

Sima Huan: "Sister, who is—"

"Brother!" was interrupted by Sima Qing: "Come on, are you jealous that mother loves me more?"

Sima Huan: "..."

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