Rong Xuan

Sima Xuan's heart suddenly stirred up waves, but what she could show in the end was only a rather surprised expression.

She didn't know what kind of reaction she was supposed to have now, so she just froze in place in astonishment, keeping a slightly bent posture and staring at Cao Hui in front of her dumbly.

At this moment, this man named Sima Xuan's loathing for him reached a point that couldn't be increased.

She felt like a prostitute standing on Broad Street and posing with the sign of "beautiful but not herself"—she came out to prostitute for a living, and after waiting for a long time, she finally arrived A big client who is willing to do business for her and can give her money so that she can continue to live, but when she undresses and goes to bed with the client, she feels that such behavior is too corrupt, and even wants to stop it this business.

This kind of feeling is the old saying that people often say - when a bitch wants to set up a memorial archway, I really don't know who to show my loyalty to!

The moon in the sky was like water, and Sima Xuan's brain was like an old loom axle, creaking and stuck for a long time, until Cao Hui poked her arm with his finger, and her brain started to run feebly again Get up and work.

"Yuanrong, you, you..." She took a few steps back, lowered her eyes and shook her head, the expression on her moonlit face was gloomy, she didn't know whether it was happiness or sadness.

After another half hour, Cao Hui finally heard the man sigh, and said softly in a trembling and hoarse voice: "How can you force me like this..."

"It was you who provoked me first," Cao Hui said calmly and calmly at Sima Xuan, "didn't you?"

Sima Xuan opened his mouth, but no words came out of her mouth.

Cao Hui followed Sima Xuan's footsteps and took two steps forward, pressing close to Sima Xuan's body. She didn't speak again until she felt the man's trembling breathing.

Said: "Since you provoked me, there is no reason between you and me that I can't provoke you again,"

As he said that, Cao Hui moved closer to the person in the black robe in front of him, even getting close to the warm body of the other party.

She raised one hand, and easily grabbed the buckle on the belt around Sima Xuan's waist for hanging a knife. She slightly raised her face to look at Sima Xuan with a soft expression and bright eyes, "No Knowing that we are only starting now, are we too late, Yuanchu."

Cao Hui's voice fell, but the person she asked couldn't answer for a long time.

Right now, Sima Xuan's originally unclear mind became more and more confused. She also wanted to get Cao Hui's response, but she seemed a little afraid of Cao Hui's response.

From the evening to the present, every result that she can think of back and forth in her mind is nothing more than Cao Hui's changing methods, all kinds of rejections, or even silence, is the kind of carelessness turn a blind eye.

And the most optimistic outcome that Sima Xuan could think of to face was that Cao Hui felt offended by her and puffed up his face to get angry with her.

Therefore, Sima Xuan didn't understand the meaning of the sentence Cao Hui asked now.

What, what did not start, and why is it too late?Hui'er, is she planning to use any reason to reject herself?Or did she already have something else in mind?

Sima Xuan's thoughts were like a young and strong northern war horse, hoofing up and running all the way in the wrong direction.

Until Cao Hui pulled the buckle on her leather belt forcefully, he couldn't help asking: "Sima Xuan, I'm asking you something, what's the answer if you don't make a sound?"

The leather belt around her waist was suddenly slammed hard, and Sima Xuan, who was distracted, was almost thrown on him by Cao Huila's whole body. She reacted quite quickly and staggered, but in the end she still couldn't stabilize herself. Body, staggered a step and bumped into Cao Hui.

Sima Xuan subconsciously wanted to take a step back, but found that the other hand had not let go of the leather belt around her waist. At the same time, the other hand had already quietly followed her The belt gently wrapped around her waist on the other side.

Sima Xuan's whole body began to become stiff. In the chaos, suddenly, a flash of lightning-like white light flashed in her complicated mind, and an unbelievable thought occupied her cognition like a thunderbolt. .

"You, what do you mean, what you just said is actually saying that you are willing to..."

The three words "Accept me" just got stuck in Sima Xuan's throat. She couldn't spit it out or swallow it. She felt that her heart was about to jump out of her throat with those three words one step at a time. Out!

She pursed her dry mouth and swallowed dryly again. She wanted to hug him back, but she raised her arm and put it down again—she was really looking forward to it, but she was also really scared .

She expected her thoughts to be confirmed by Cao Hui's nod, but she was also afraid that Cao Hui would shake his head, and gently said the phrase "it's not what you think" to her in the usual calm tone.

However, Cao Hui's hand embracing Sima Xuan's back slapped Sima Xuan lightly on the back of the waist. Into Sima Xuan's arms.

She tilted her head and buried her face in the right side of Sima Xuan's neck. Her forehead touched the temperature of the skin on Sima Xuan's neck. She wrinkled her nose and smelled a faint, unique smell. Sima Xuan's bluegrass fragrance—this person is actually a warm and soft person, who has never had the bloody aura of a murderer, including when she was still in the Northern Frontier Army.

Cao Hui spoke calmly, and his voice was buried in Sima Xuan's neck, as if he wanted to pass his heart along the other's skin and into the other's flesh and blood:

"The shadow of the moon is whirling, like an old friend walking by. When I finally meet Qingcheng and have a dream, I can't forget each other, and my longing is like madness. Asking three lives will never change, and the heart will return when this body perishes."

Probably the more straightforward the words that can express your heart, the more difficult it is for those who have thousands of books in their hearts to say them. The words that can express my heart directly, I have no choice but to turn a corner and tell my thoughts.

"..." Sima Xuan lowered her eyes and smiled silently. She raised the corners of her mouth and laughed again. Cao Hui didn't make another sound, and Sima Xuan's laughter gradually became clearer——

It was clear that such and such a long time had passed, but she clearly remembered the scene at the end of the seventh year of Jingchu, when she came back and confessed her identity to Cao Hui after being beaten eighty times. Cao Hui didn't speak at that time , just slapped her twice. The current scene made Sima Xuan feel that the seven or eight years in between were actually a big dream. Now that he woke up from the dream, Cao Hui finally gave the answer...

As for Cao Hui, for a moment, with her eyes closed, she felt that she had passed through eight or nine years of the old days, and returned to the time when she lived with Sima Xuan in the northern border of Duyueguan City.

In those old days, there was a period of peace, there was no war with the Xiongnu, and there was no conspiracy with the court. They lived in a small house in the back street of the military office. Sima Xuan's greatest pleasure every day was to pull She went to the dancer to release the horse.

As a well-known lady brought up in the deep boudoir of a mansion, Cao Hui knows everything about poetry, poetry, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but she can't ride a horse alone. Her brother Cao Zheng also taught her how to ride a horse when she was at home, but She didn't learn until she got married.

She didn't know how to ride a horse, so Sima Xuan personally taught her how to ride a horse. Sima Xuan's war horse was a Qingzhou horse, which was tall, mighty and agile.

She hadn't learned horse riding for a long time, but she remembered a scene that she would never forget in her life.

Under the setting sun, a young man with a small scar on his forehead held her horse firmly, leading her slowly from the dancer's ferry where the water and grass were lush to her home in the city.

The young man was not good at words, but he would occasionally tell her one or two anecdotes that happened in the Northern Frontier Army under her soft temper, but most of the time it was she who was talking, and that handsome young man turned his back to her. Looking at her, she is very serious when listening, and very clear when she laughs...

Cao Hui's eyes gradually became wet. After eight years, the young man in bright clothes and angry horses flying wantonly finally appeared again within her reach. Between exhalation and inhalation, I felt her presence steadily.

"Hui'er, Huier," Sima Xuan finally raised his arms and embraced the person in his arms, his voice and smile were brighter than he had seen in seven or eight years: "I am a rough man who was born in the army. Too much thinking to understand the meaning of those few words you read, but I will take it as you agreed, you agreed in person!"

"Yeah, I promised, I promised myself—ah, Sima Xuan!!"

The person who said that he personally agreed was suddenly picked up by the waist, and happily turned around twice in place.

Sima Xuan was still interested, so excitedly and cautiously, he leaned over and took a sip on Cao Hui's face.

She happened to be on the scar left by the burn, and Cao Hui's eyes silently gathered a sadness.

"You should have promised me a long time ago!" The sleepless person lowered his excited voice in the middle of the night, and whispered in Cao Hui's ear: "Come into the room later and show you the scars on my body, and then you will find out, The two of us are actually a good match, hahahaha—"

Sima Yuanchu, Marquis of Jingling, was dragged back to the bedroom forcibly by the blushing man covering his mouth.

After entering the room, Cao Hui immediately let Sima Xuan go.

"Remember to lock the door," Cao Hui casually pointed at the door, and then walked straight to the back of Susha's screen partition: "It's very late, I'm going to rest, you can do what you want."

Sima Xuan turned around and pushed the door latch, but did not obediently lock the door. She rubbed her nose, her brows and eyes curled up accordingly, and she followed Cao Hui around the screen and walked in. When she had time to turn around, she reached out and pulled Cao Huilong's hair tie down.

"What are you doing?" Cao Hui seemed frightened by Sima Xuan's actions. She sat on the edge of the bed, rolled her eyelids and glared at the smiling guy in front of her while taking off her shoes.

Sima Xuan was pinching his own Zhu Xuan headband in his hand, and both of his canine teeth were exposed when he smiled, gentle and cute: "You are going to sleep, Hui'er."

"Well, I'm sleepy, I need to settle down..." Cao Hui lifted the bed curtain and lay down on his own.

Sima Xuan stood stiffly in front of the bed for a while, with a smile on her face, not at all like the cold-faced gentleman she used to be.

She held the hair tie that Cao Hui had used and belonged to her in her hand, and the moment she turned around, the smile on her mouth finally gradually dissipated.

She went to the outer bedroom to wash up, and her whole body seemed to be wrapped in a faint sense of loss after the extreme joy and joy.

Because he was afraid of disturbing Cao Hui's sleep, Sima Xuan took the washing things to the other side of the corridor outside the house in two trips.

The night sky was clear and the evening breeze was cool, so she washed her face and teeth without saying a word, then poured some hot water from the barnacles, sat quietly on the railing that was only knee-high, and carefully washed her feet with osmanthus soap.

She didn't dare to ask why Cao Hui suddenly chose to accept her. She was afraid, afraid that Cao Hui would make some unexpected and unbearable choice behind her back without saying a word.

When people encounter something that they can't choose, most people like to say that long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, but Sima Xuan has never been able to figure it out. If pain is pain to people, why is it long?Why is it short?

In the blink of an eye, Sima Xuan suddenly remembered something, and suddenly opened her half-drowned eyelids, revealing the sparkling black eyes inside, she did not raise her head, but yelled at the air in a low voice: " come out!"

At the corner at the end of the corridor, the dark guard Chu Er, dressed in black with cirrus and dark patterns, appeared silently, and said in a deep and gentle voice, "Master."

"I want you to stare at Zhao Qingxi, where are you staring at?" Sima Xuan crossed his legs, bowed his waist and wiped his wet feet.

There was no ups and downs in the tone of her question, but a cold aura appeared out of nowhere around her. It carried a blood-stained ruthlessness that directly forced Anwei Chuer to hit the ground with a knife and knelt down on one knee. Come down: "If you neglect your duties in the second year of junior high school, you will be punished by the master!"

"Punishment is naturally indispensable. It's just that the matter is unfinished, so I will write it down for you first,"

Sima Xuan casually tucked the corner of the skirt in front of her into her belt, and when she washed her feet, she pulled the trouser legs below her knees. She stood up with her wooden clogs on, and her thin body was exposed under the tucked-up skirt. On her calf, the scar left by the crossbow/arrow under her left knee looks like a centipede, which looks a little cunning and vicious under the cold moonlight:

"This time, bring Chu Qi along to investigate. Even if you turn Baoxin Palace upside down, you have to find out for Gu who is behind it!"

She, Sima Xuan, didn't believe it—if there was no one behind the scenes, how could Cao Hui, who had rejected her for many years, suddenly change his attitude and accept her because of a kiss she couldn't help!

There was only one answer - someone was secretly messing with her, and this person knew Sima Xuan very well!

When he got the order in the second day of junior high school, he didn't say a word to agree, he just clasped his fists at Sima Xuan, stood up and went in another direction overnight.

The kung fu in the second year of junior high school is different from the bravery of the frontier army. He is agile, but with a few flashes and maneuvers, this guy who is good at flying over eaves and walls easily jumped out of Xunfu.

After leaving on the second day of junior high school, Sima Xuan didn't immediately turn around and go back to the room. She stood on the porch with her hands behind her back for a while, and the night wind blew, and she suddenly admired Princess Jinghui Zhao Qingxi a little bit.

She felt that if Zhao Qingxi could become an official like her, he would definitely be regarded as a formidable enemy.

The author has something to say:

Baoxin King Zhao Qinghui (innocent face): This king doesn’t know anything

I have been so busy these past few days that I refresh the latest time for staying up almost every night.