Rong Xuan

Sima Xuan nodded and smiled, it was rare that he didn't answer Cao Hui's words.

She had known for a long time that no matter what the outcome would be in the future, Huan'er's life would not be as comfortable as that of an ordinary family's Erlang.

Because he was the only son of Jingling Hou Sima Yuanchu, and he might even be the only grandson of Qingxu King Sima Xiu.

Thinking of this, Sima Xuan, who was already sitting in the bright hall of Zhilan Yuan, couldn't help thinking of his "fourth younger brother" Sima Kun who was detained in Dali Temple.

After a moment of silence, she told the servants in the room to retreat, and gestured to Shiliu who was guarding the door with her eyes, signaling her to guard this place, and then she poured a cup of tea for Cao Hui with a calm face.

However, she didn't have the guts to speak - if she spoke out, it would undoubtedly allow her to express the bitterness in her heart brought about by that ugly, scabbed scar in front of Cao Hui's face. Review it again, but if she doesn't say it, Hui'er really has to let Hui'er know about it.

Finally, I don't know how long it took, maybe it was just a moment, maybe it really took a long time, Sima Xuan opened his mouth several times, and spoke in a low voice.

The voice was hoarse and slightly nasal: "Although it seems a bit late to speak now, but after thinking about it, I think I should tell you about this matter."

"Well," Cao Hui took a sip of tea, calmly raised his eyes to look at the other party: "What's the matter?"

"..." Sima Xuan froze all the thoughts in his heart the moment he raised his eyes.

The morning sun was golden, warm and bright, coming in from the large windows of the tall gate, and it fell impartially on the face of Cao Hui, who took off the plain veil after entering the gate.

The light also loves beauty, they wrap around Cao Hui's body, snuggle up to Cao Hui's face, outline her beautiful eyebrows and eyes meticulously, and draw out her nose, lips, and the not-so-good-looking part of her face The scars on her face were wrapped up gently, forming a picture of a beauty, playful, serious, and irresistible throbbing, so delicate, so beautiful.

"... At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty?" Cao Hui opened his mouth, calling out to Sima Xuan who suddenly stopped talking.

"Ah?" Sima Xuan licked his lips in a concealed manner, and hurriedly lowered his gaze to the lidless teacup at hand: "Ah, it's that one, it's Yuan Zhi, she, she told me the other day One thing is the day you went to the prison to pick me up..."

After about a stick of incense, when Sima Xuancai made it clear to Cao Hui that his fourth younger brother Sima Kun was actually a daughter, Cao Hui hadn't even had time to digest the news—the young son of Jinglinghoufu Sima Huan brought his younger sister, Sima Qing, who had just been dragged out of the bed and was still wearing a bird's nest head, to the Ming Hall happily.

However, Xiao Huan'er just breathed a sigh of relief, let go of her younger sister's hand, and just raised her hand to bow to her parents. Qing, swinging her two short legs and throwing herself on her mother Cao Hui.

The little girl Sima Qing directly put her face on her mother's belly, with a grievance and a soft voice, her mother Cao Hui's heart was softened when she spoke, "Mother, mother, brother, he pinches you!" Hold my nose and won't let me sleep, mother, brother is good or bad, and I'm sleepy too..."

"Huan'er, come here." Sima Xuan beckoned Sima Huan to his side, raised his hand and picked up the chubby baby and sat on his lap.

Then the "father and son" blinked their dark and bright eyes together, and stared at the two people sitting on the other side of the couch for a moment.

"It's my brother who pinched our little Qing'er's nose," Cao Hui hugged Xiao Qing'er into his arms, and softly comforted the little guy when he woke up: "Why did my brother pinch Qing'er's nose?"

With her eyes closed, Xiao Qing'er buried her face in her mother's shoulder, as if she still wanted to sleep again: "Because my brother told me to wake up, mother~ my brother insisted on waking me up..."

Sima Xuan: "..." Huh?Are all the little girls so good at acting like a baby? ?

Sima Huan: "..." No!younger sister!This is not you who just kicked me out of bed! !

"But why did my brother insist on waking Qing'er up?" Cao Hui, who was holding the child, lowered his head, and gently rubbed his chin against the top of Xiao Qing'er's soft bird's nest hair.

"..." Xiao Qing'er arched her chubby body into her mother's arms again, as if a little unconvinced: "Brother said it's time to get up at dawn."

Cao Hui continued to ask: "Then what brother said is right?"

Sima Qing: "...,...,...!" But she really didn't want to admit that what her brother said was right.

So the little girl raised her two chubby arms, and encircled her mother's fair and delicate jade neck with a humming voice: "Then I have no choice but to stay awake, mother, I have to get up, although I am still very angry, but I just have to get up, er, er…"

"That's right, our little Qing'er is about to wake up," Cao Hui hugged Xiao Qing'er and got up, motioned for Sima Xuan to take a look, then walked outside with her daughter in his arms.

The remaining "father and son" in the hall looked at each other in blank dismay.

Sima Xuan: "..." Hui'er is amazing!

Sima Huan: "..." Mother is so amazing! !

Finally, Sima Xuan and his son agreed to go to Zhuangzi to play together, and when she took Xiao Huan'er to the closet where her daughter slept, Cao Hui was sitting on a high stool in front of the dressing table, giving the short seat in front of him The chubby girl on the stool combed her hair.

"Daddy! Brother!" Xiao Qing'er greeted the two people who came in beamingly after getting up and subsided. She was smiling, just like the fat doll in the New Year pictures, extremely cute.

"Well, Qinger is good," Sima Xuan let go of his son's little hand, responded casually to his daughter, and asked Cao Huidao directly, "Have you talked to her?"

"I said it," Cao Hui combed her hair without stopping. She had been talking to Xiao Qing'er before, but when she suddenly talked to Sima Xuan, not only did she fail to correct her tone in time, she didn't even realize it herself: "Xiao Qing'er, tell your father, where are we going to play today?"

"We're going to Zhuangzi to play," Xiao Qing'er was very happy, and she laughed directly into an amiable Maitreya Buddha of the West Heaven: "Mother said that we can go pick eggs, go fishing, catch lobsters and crabs, and Daddy also Will take us to catch little rabbits!"

When talking about the little rabbit, Xiao Qing'er stretched out two fingers with each hand and put them on her head to imitate the rabbit's ears.

Sima Xuan smiled silently, and couldn't help stretching out his hand to pinch his daughter's chubby, pink and tender face - children's joy is always so undisguised, straightforward and brilliant.

"Okay," Sima Xuan nodded, "After arriving at Zhuangzi, if Dad has time, he will take Qing'er and brother to catch rabbits."

As the elder brother, Xiao Huan'er is always the most sensible one. After hearing his father's words "if I have time", the bright light in the boy's eyes gradually calmed down.

The carefree younger sister, Xiao Qing'er, became happier after hearing her father's promise with her own ears.

After Cao Hui deftly combed Xiao Qing'er's most fashionable double bun in Chang'an, he and Sima Xuan directly took the two children back to Anhe Residence next door for breakfast.

Yuyan had already arranged the food, and the family of four went back to eat just in time, and when Xiao Qing'er stretched out her hand holding the chopsticks to reach for the green vegetable tofu, Liu Sheng, who had gone to serve Sima Kun's food early in the morning, came back.

"How is today?" Sima Xuan casually asked Liu Sheng.

Liu Sheng cupped his hands: "Back to Master, ten guards have been withdrawn at night, and the number of guards during the day has not changed, but has been changed to two hour shifts. In addition, Kun Shizi's appetite has improved, but his spirit is still a little sluggish."

"This is normal," Sima Xuan waved to Liu Sheng, telling him to go down and have breakfast.

Cao Hui used serving chopsticks to put a piece of tender tofu into Xiao Qinger's small bowl, which had failed several times, and looked up at Sima Xuan: "What's wrong with the prince? I remember seeing him a few days ago... see When she was there, she was still in good spirits."

"She's fine," Sima Xuan looked back, but always subconsciously avoided Cao Hui's eyes: "She loves to play and runs around all day, so naturally she can't bear the current situation." Restriction and detention... But it's also good, rubbing rubs will be of great benefit to her after all."

"..." Cao Hui didn't make a sound, but nodded slightly to indicate that he heard it, and then let the flow take its course and focused all his attention on taking care of the twins' meals.

This meal was not easy to eat, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell that this Jinglinghou's mansion, or Sima's family, had never stopped since Jinglinghou's reunification.

There were many catastrophes in this family. First, on the night of their wedding, the cinnabar chronic poison that had been lurking on Sima Xuan's body was pulled out, and the poison and the killer "signified together" from all over the house, almost killing Sima Xuan; and then Qing Xu. Wang, he was verbally ordered by the Tian family to suspend his post and rest in the mansion because Hu Yunyang, the nephew of the concubine Zhao, used the name of Qingxu Palace to bully men and women to invade the fields in Pingzhou.

Right now, Sima Kun, the heir of Qing Xu, was involved in the murder case again. With Sima Xuan's temperament, she would never be willing to accept such passiveness—she had to do something, and the reason why she chose to bring Yuanrong , brought the child, maybe it was just because she was not strong enough to control herself.

Thus, there was the first breakfast that the "family of four" got together to eat since its establishment.

Cao Hui never felt that he understood Sima Xuan. From the corner of his eyes, he saw that guy's mouth curled up and down several times while eating, so Cao Hui could only think secretly...

Sima Xuan was 17 years old in Shiyi Jingling County. He was ranked as a super-rank prince. The number of properties under his name was comparable to that of a county prince. Among them, Jingyang Village under the jurisdiction of Chang'an City was selected by His Majesty the Emperor himself from the Huangzhuang to reward him. Sima Xuan's.

Sima Xuansu didn't pay much attention to these affairs in the Marquis's Mansion. Firstly, it was because she was far away in the north, and secondly, because she really didn't know how to take care of them. Fortunately, Cao Hui later took over the affairs of the Marquis of Jingling. Feed, this didn't make the majestic Jinglinghou's mansion so poor that they went to Du Qihou's mansion to ask for food.

It's just that Sima Xuan never thought about why Cao Hui started with Jingyang Village and successively exempted all the villages under the name of the Jingling Hou Mansion from the rent tax.

She always felt that since she had entrusted everything to others, it was not her Sima Xuan who would care about what Cao Yuanrong wanted to do—it was precisely because of this that there was such a period of time in Chang'an City eight or nine years ago. A well-known story - "Jingling Marquis Sima Xuan spoiled his wife too much."

A young couple with a deep friendship...

On the official road from Chang'an City to Jingyang:

Sima Xuan crossed her arms and leaned on the corner of Luo Jin's soft carriage with heavy thoughts. She closed her eyes and wrinkled the center of her brows heavily, forcing herself to pull her thoughts away from the past years, while stretching out her hand to shake the things that were about to slip. The blanket covered Xiao Qing'er who was sleeping next to her again.

Sensing the movement here, Sima Huan, who was holding a white chess piece, turned his head to look over. Before he could let go of his tightly knit brows, the child squeezed out the word "Chuan" on the white and delicate brows.

Sima Xuan raised his eyebrows, raised his hand and gave the child a chestnut on the forehead, and asked with a low laugh: "You are so young, why did you twist your brows into twists, huh?"

Xiao Huan'er raised his hand and pressed the forehead that was flicked by his father's fingers, facing the "contempt" from his "Lao Tzu" in his heart and the emphasis on tactics from his "Lao Tzu", and quite aggrieved, he looked at the After wandering between "father and mother" several times, the young son of the Jingling Hou Mansion, who only played Go and gambled lunch with his mother under the instigation of his father in every possible way, finally raised his hand tremblingly under the oppression of his parents. Little banner of rebellion.

I saw the little boy throw the chess pieces he held between his fingers into the box, and moved his buttocks a few times towards his drooling sister who was sleeping, with his eyelids half drooped, and his mouth pursed, he said: "Or Daddy come and teach mother how to do it, lest in the end the son will get his father punished and go down into the mud of the pond to catch eels, then the son will feel ashamed."

"..." Sima Xuan leaned forward slightly, and held Xiao Huan'er across half of the carriage carriage, and placed him on his lap in a playful way. He raised his hand and scraped gently on his nose, bringing a gentle look to his eyebrows and eyes. With a smile: "Little guy, dare to talk to your father, you have grown up!"

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