Rong Xuan

Because of the whole ten years of Tai/Zu Wudi's cleansing of the remnants of the previous dynasty, the common people and subjects lived in trembling for ten years, and the simple and kind folk customs of Dachao Kingdom did not know when There have been more slick and self-protecting adulterers. Nowadays, whether it is in the court or among merchants, it has become the norm to "talk three minutes after meeting, and listen to the voice behind the string".

Sima Xuan grew up in the northern border army from the age of eight to 19. Later, because her relatives were involved in a major treason case, she avoided suspicion and returned to Chang'an. The court couldn't bear it, so she was given the title of the right servant in the Ministry of Punishment. vain job.

However, after entering the imperial court, Sima Xuan discovered that not only did he not get along with those officials in the capital who talked falsely and with ten faces, but he was also almost caught by the intricate spider webs among those high-ranking clans several times. Relationships stumble.

As a last resort, the eldest son of Prince Qingxu's family, whose foundation was still shallow, had no choice but to push back the many carefully arranged threads left by his father to the ground silently.

Time is a magical thing. It has only been eight years since the Marquis of Jingling gathered his wings and returned to Beijing to take up his post. Those who had been on guard for a long time have gradually let down their vigilance and regarded Sima Xuan, the Shura who put away his fangs and pretended to be a milk dog, as a A domestic dog.

However, unlike Sima Xuan who suddenly bared his fangs and bit someone with confidence, the vice-president of the East Palace obviously had a headache right now.

It is really not an easy task that can be done in three to five months to entangle the life and death of the young son of Qingxu Palace who looks like a baby, but is actually timid and cunning.

Even though he, Zhao Xuan, was the heir of the Eastern Palace of Dachao Yiguo, he still spent a lot of effort to put that child in prison.

What makes people feel a little sad is that seeing the evidence for the execution of Sima Kun is placed in front of him like an iron chain, he can give that Sima Xiu who has been in power for half his life a heavy blow while speaking, and thus he can lift himself up in front of the emperor's father. At first, let the emperor look at him differently, but he didn't expect "Cheng Yaojin" to come out halfway.

However, the "Cheng Yaojin" Sima Xuan, who had been silent for a long time, finally showed some flaws, allowing Donggong to take advantage of the opportunity to pull out some of the forces hidden in Dali Temple.

However, this doesn't seem to be of much use—over the years, who in the court didn't know how close Jingling Hou was to Dali Temple Shaoqing Zhong Youzhi?

At this moment, it has been six full days since the incident of Prince Qingxu.

Sima Xiu, king of Qingxu, was temporarily suspended in the government due to a life lawsuit in Pingzhou. In addition, in recent years, Tonghe Palace has somewhat ambiguous attitude towards the mutual checks and balances of all powers and officials. King Qingxu's power is not as good as before, but Unexpectedly, the case with solid evidence would be messed up by Sima Xuan who came out halfway.

A young man who is approaching the age is leaning on the cold ice bed that spews out the cold mist. The black four-claw five-dragon dark-patterned robe on his body is wide open, and the red-gold shirt's neckline is skewed, revealing a small piece of the inside. It's just that the man didn't care about the white but firm chest, he just tilted his head slightly, eating the various fresh fruits that Meggie fed in small bites.

In the huge side hall of the Eastern Palace, apart from the master, the two beauties, and the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground, there were no palace people around.

After an unknown amount of time, Bu Zhongcheng, who was kneeling under the small steps, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeves, and finally raised his eyelids cautiously: "Your Highness, the Marquis of Jingling has been involved in the case so far, so that the Sima Yuanzhi was still unable to be convicted during the three trials, Your Highness, what should we do?"

"..." The prince didn't say anything immediately, he raised his black handsome eyebrows that slanted into his temples, and while chewing the grapes in his mouth, his eyes fell on an empty place in the distance through the misty cold mist. A little absent-minded.

A moment later, just as Bu Zhongcheng was about to speak again, he heard the young but powerful voice of the Lord of the East Palace.

"Since Sima Yuanchu ignored his father's painstaking efforts and chose to take the initiative to interfere, then we don't have to be too merciful. I just don't believe it. With Sima Jingling's ability, he can go outside the battlefield. Can it still reach the sky!"

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Sima Xuan didn't know if her abilities could reach the sky, she only knew that she was very happy right now.

After waking up for two days in a row, I could see this person named Cao Hui sleeping next to her, and it was within reach of her. This feeling...how should I put it, tsk, besides being secretly happy, she also It always felt a little unreal.

Suddenly, the eyebrows of the person in his pupils frowned slightly, as if he had woken up, Sima Xuan panicked, quickly suppressed the smile on the corner of his mouth, looked back with a cold face as if nothing had happened, and swished around Cao Hui on the outside got up from the bed and put on his clothes as if he didn't care.

Sure enough, Cao Hui woke up. She half sat up, rubbed her eyes and asked the person who walked into the clothes behind the screen, "Are you going to Dali Temple today?"

"No, I'm going to cough today—cough cough... I'm going to go to Zhuangzi outside the city today," Sima Xuan, who was dressed in mahogany and his ears were a little red, lowered his head, and rewrapped tightly. Tie up the chest cloth, then pick up the clean clothes on the screen and put them on one by one, "Oh, it's the first Jingyang village where you were exempted from rent."

As he spoke, Sima Xuan came out from behind the screen, pointed to the brocade robe on his body, tilted his head and asked Cao Hui, "Have you seen my belt, it's the same color as this robe."

Cao Hui got off the bed, raised her hand to pull a strand of hair from her sideburns behind her ear, tilted her head slightly as if thinking about it, then, she walked to the wardrobe and took out another robe from inside.

"If you don't want to wear this one today," Cao Hui handed Sima Xuan the neatly folded light blue round-neck gown with embroidered moiré patterns, and took it out from two drawers on the side with familiarity. A black Xiangbao leather belt, and an evil-suppressing white jade pendant decorated with tassels of the same color, said: "Use a leather belt, it's good for sabers, and when you go out, it's better to keep the waist knife at hand."

Sima Xuan's gaze flicked back and forth between the robe in her hand and Cao Hui. Finally, she took a sniff, took the leather belt and jade pendant and turned back to the back of the screen again.

After dodging to the back of the screen, Sima Xuan couldn't help rubbing his sore nose—if he didn't mention the past eight years ago, he would have been able to get her Cao Yuanrong to look straight at him, and he would even have the extravagance to get it. Some of her tender words and everyday concerns.

"Hey Yuanrong, if you have time, let's go together..." Sima Xuan lowered her head and buckled the soft cowhide Xiangbao leather belt around her waist, talking to people outside, fearing that they would not agree, she still Hastily added: "Why don't you take the two little ones from Zhilan Court? Anyway, they are free today."

Some emotions that were suppressed in the deepest part of his heart suddenly piled up on his heart. If he didn't divert his attention immediately, Sima Xuan was afraid that he would shed tears.

The person sitting at the small round table drinking water thought for a moment, and replied: "Xiao Qing'er and I both have time, if Huan'er is concerned, you may have to ask him to see if he is willing to go. "

Sima Huan became enlightened last year, and this autumn he will be apprenticed to a teacher and enter the school. The little guy heard from Qiu Qingyu, the young son of Mingyuan Hou's family who is two years older than him, that Mr. Xi Xi of the Qiu family is very strict. "Notes" and "Thousand Characters" are the basis for entry.

Sima Xuan put on his robes first, then walked over and opened the door, and called a few confidant maids to come in and wash up with Cao Hui.

As usual, Sima Xuan sat outside with his back straight and asked the maid to tie his hair. She asked Cao Huidao, "How did Huan'er know that I was going to send him to pay homage to Mr. Xixi in the Marquis of Mingyuan?"

Although Cao Hui was once a daughter of a wealthy and wealthy family, after the Cao family suffered an accident, she still can't get used to being surrounded by a group of maids and women, leaving only three or two dexterous ones. Help her dress and comb her hair, and leave everything else.

She stood in front of the screen to put on her clothes, and after hearing Sima Xuan's words, she said softly, "Huan'er guessed it himself. He said that before winter last year, you took him to the Marquis of Mingyuan's residence several times, and you saw him every time." Mr. He Pin, the teacher in someone else's mansion, and then he guessed it by himself - don't you want to send him to Mingyuanhou's mansion to study?"

After getting dressed, Cao Hui only left two maids, Xiaochun and Chunru, who came as dowry, to comb her hair. Sima Xuan walked in after washing up directly outside the screen partition, saying, "Huan'er, he's growing up day by day." Da, in the past few years, I have paid attention to several famous gentlemen in Chang'an City. Although this He Pin is not a famous Confucianist, nor is he a guest of the major mansions, but he is one of the few people who will meet. Teaching."

She stood next to the dressing table with her hands behind her back, first glanced at Chunru's hairpin for Cao Hui, and then said gently, "I'll go to Zhilanyuan right away, and ask Huaner if he wants to go to Zhuangzi together." Let's go to play, and get Qing'er, that little girl who loves to stay in bed, out of bed."

"...wait a moment," Cao Hui softly called out to Sima Xuan who was about to leave, waiting for Chunru to give her a hairpin.

After Chunru put the white jade hairpin in place, Cao Hui, who had been washed and tidied up, took the plain gauze covering his face to cover his face, got up and came to Sima Xuan: "Let's go together, you won't be able to handle it alone." Come."

Sima Xuan nodded. Before turning around, Cao Hui raised his hand to smooth out the folds of the dress on her shoulders.

People who don't smile often, if they smile occasionally, they will inadvertently get drunk, not to mention that Sima Xuan is not bad at all. When she smiles like this, her eyebrows are curved, her teeth are white, and even Xiaochun and Chunru next to her are also shocked. I couldn't help being in a trance for a moment.

——Although her uncle Mo usually has a cold face, he is really cute when he smiles...

Sima Xuan guessed right, after she and Cao Hui came to Zhilan Courtyard next door, Sima Huan, who had already woken up, dragged his dog back from the back garden of the Hou Mansion for a walk. A sub-wolf dog named Sheep, which was begged from the princess and is only half a year old now.

"The son greets his father and his mother." Sima Huan, who dragged the mad dog who didn't want to come back all the way, was sweating on his forehead, and panting, he arched his chubby hands to greet his parents.

"Woof!" The sub-wolf dog who was forcibly dragged all the way by Sima Huan suddenly got up from the ground, grabbed the dog leash and barked, and rushed towards Sima Xuan, almost knocking Sima Huan to the ground.

Sima Xuan let that son of a bitch jump on her lap, paw her knees to act like a spoiled child, she bent down to help her son who was about to fall in time, took the dog leash over and threw it to Shiliu Zhanqingjin who was behind her, and asked Sima in a gentle voice Huan said: "This thing is getting bigger and bigger now, Huan'er, can you still hold it?"

Sima Huan was supported by his "father" himself, and he was obviously stunned for a moment. Immediately, he tried his best to stabilize his chubby body, took out a small brown sweat towel from his sleeve pocket, and wiped his head reservedly. Khan on the bed, answered "Father" seriously: "The sheep was given to the son by the father himself, so the son can hold it naturally."

"Meow~" On the other side, a sleek cat is walking gracefully along the path paved with cobblestones dignifiedly and noblely under the adoring gaze of the sheep, a heartless big dog. When he reached the Shaojian door, he reservedly slipped in through the cat hole under the door.

Of course, if one ignores the one that got stuck on the door opening because of her fat stomach, this Sima Qing's cat is really simple.

"Ah, this fat cat, I'm afraid it's about to become a spirit!" Ting Zhu, the maid who came along with her, finally came back to her senses, and exclaimed in surprise.

Sima Xuan and Cao Hui looked at each other, and they obviously tasted the forced smile and the obvious recognition from each other's eyes - the two cats and dogs should switch their owners.

"Where's my sister?" Sima Xuan put his hands into Sima Huan's armpits, and lifted the boy in front of him to weigh him—he really got fat again.

Cao Hui suppressed a smile at the side, and after Sima Xuan put the child down, he used his handkerchief to wipe away the sweat that hadn't been wiped clean from the child's forehead.

"My sister may still be sleeping." Sima Huan, who was being lifted up by his father and wiped away by his mother, smiled happily, his little face was flushed: "Son, wake up my sister now, please father and mother." Go to Mingtang and wait for a while!"

The six-year-old Sima Huan, who was usually calmer than his peers, ran into the bed where his younger sister Sima Qing was sleeping.

In the courtyard, Cao Hui looked at Sima Xuan beside him with crooked eyebrows, and said with a smile: "If he has a long-term follower, he should order the long-term follower to serve you and me as well—Junhou, do you have a good one?" son."

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