Rong Xuan

Have you ever peeled an onion in the kitchen?

It came across the sea from the Silk Tea Road along the coast 100 years ago, and spread to almost every country on the mainland of Kyushu at an extremely fast speed.

Later, the businessman who brought it here died in Kyushu, the land that embraces all things, and it finally took root in Kyushu.

...I think too far.

Sima Xuan raised his narrow sleeves and wiped away the tears from his eyes. She felt that the woman who was busy in front of the stove in front of her was actually an onion——

Cao Hui's heart is actually very soft, but the outside has to be wrapped with layers of spicy skin. If she doesn't torture the person who comes to peel the skin with tears and tears, she will never let the other party see it. Any softness in my heart.

The matter that Sima Xuan asked the second year of junior high school to investigate has already come to fruition, and it was her who was in danger - the truth is that it was just the result of mutual use between her and Zhao Qingxi.

She used Zhao Qingxi to throw the Prince/Dangyu Minister of Rites Cha Lianghe into prison, and Zhao Qingxi used her to attack Xun Gong through Cao Hui.

However, Princess Jinghui Zhao Qingxi didn't know that the "Miss Xun" in front of her was not the real Miss Xun, but Cao Hui who was on the same front as Sima Xuan. Thinking of this, Sima Xuan felt that he was quite powerful... …

Cao Hui, who was wielding a spatula, turned her head and glanced at Sima Xuan, her brows and eyes were curved like a moon, and there seemed to be some wish-come-true joy hidden on her unshaven face, "Is the onion very spicy? Tears are coming out—Huan'er, Huan'er?"

As he said that, Cao Hui called Sima Huan in who was playing with his younger sister outside the kitchen door, and said, "Go get some water from the water tank and bring it to your father."

Xiao Huan'er, who came in at the sound, was sweating on his forehead, and heard his mother's words, our little prince of the Hou's mansion ran to the water tank without saying a word, stood on tiptoe and tried hard to use the gourd ladle Scoop water.

While Xiao Huan'er was scooping up water, Cao Hui said to Sima Xuan amidst the sound of cooking, "Stare at the water for a while and the tears will stop flowing. I've tried it time and time again. Try it and see if it works."

Xiao Qing'er, who was following Sima Huan, slowly dragged a little bamboo horse in. She came to her father's side, dropped the little bamboo horse and lay on her father's half-bent long legs.

The little girl Sima Qing tilted her little head and looked at Sima Xuan carefully, then pouted her little mouth, and the little girl's voice was filled with sobbing sobbing, as if she had suffered some great grievance: "Daddy, Daddy, why are you crying?!"

"..." Sima Xuan took the gourd ladle from his son, and when he lowered his head to look at the water, he patted his daughter's back with his other hand distressedly, "Xiao Qinger, good girl, Daddy is fine, Daddy is just Peeling onions, your mother will cook you scrambled eggs with onions."

"Dad, are you really not crying?" Sima Qing still pouted, poking her head to look into Sima Xuan's eyes with half-belief.

Sima Xuan turned his head and made a face at the little padded jacket Sima Qing: "I'm not crying."

Xiao Qing'er scratched her face, and she was really amused by Sima Xuan, giggling.

Cao Hui's sweet laughter attracted the three of them back, and saw that the man with narrow sleeves and long robe and white jade crown was sitting on a low bed with his legs bent, holding a gourd filled with water in one hand Piao, the other hand gently embraced the girl lying on her lap and comforted her softly.

There were many unpeeled onions in the basket in front of the man, and the white and lovely boy was squatting at the man's feet at the moment, looking at the onions in the basket quite curiously.

Cao Hui turned his head and continued to stir the meat and vegetables in the frying pan, his eyes suddenly became sore and swollen.

When you were a teenager, when you saw your parents loving each other, and your sons and daughters enjoying each other, did you ever imagine that there would be such a day in your future, when husband and wife would be harmonious and their children would be a couple?

She, Cao Hui, has imagined it, although not many times, only three or two times, but she has thought about it.

She has always known that it is impossible for her to be married into the family of an ordinary eunuch Qingliu. Since she was born to be the wife of a noble family, she wants to have such a family——

Husband's title is not too high, the best under the marquis, he doesn't have the ambition of being an extremely powerful minister, he holds a relatively leisurely position in the government office, and doesn't need to go to China every day during the busy day She will raise children for him when he goes out for a banquet on official business nights. If she is lucky enough to give birth to her own child, it is naturally the best.

She doesn't need his eternal vow of being a couple forever, as long as she misses him, he also misses her.

However, ever since she married at the age of 16 to the Jingling Hou Mansion of Sima Yuanchu, the upstart of the dynasty, and lived with this man for more than three months in the quadrangle courtyard in Duiyueguan City at the age of 17, Cao Hui felt in her heart. The expectation of married life seems to have become greedy.

She wanted this man to care about her, she didn't want to share this man's favor with other women, she just wanted this man to give her the bright smile with endless doting.

No matter how much she tried to find an excuse to refuse before, to find an excuse to ignore her thoughts on Sima Yuanchu, but in the end, she still couldn't match the depth of his affection...

"Wow--"

A sudden, earth-shattering cry interrupted Cao Hui's thoughts in an instant with the child's convincing accusation, "Daddy is bad, and brother is also bad. Qing'er is so pitiful..."

When Cao Hui was thinking about those things in her mind, she didn't stop cooking. She had just shoveled out the vegetables in the pot, and before she even had time to look back to see what happened, Xiao Qing'er, who came running over, had already slapped her face. Sticking to her waist, she cried out in pain: "Mother, mother, Qinger's eyes are so hot, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

The situation is very clear—Sima Xuan played tricks, Sima Huan helped, and the "father and son" teamed up to trap Sima Qing, a simple and easy-to-deceive little sheep.

Cao Hui immediately dropped the things in her hands and wiped her hands in her clothes. She called the cook who was waiting outside to come in and continue cooking. When she went out, she gave the culprit Sima Xuan a hard look.

After leaving the kitchen, Cao Hui hugged Xiao Qing'er and sat at the stone table in the yard, and asked Liu Sheng and Yuyan to fetch some clean water from the well, and she washed Xiao Qing'er's hands and face herself.

On the other side, Sima Xuan and Sima Huan followed out from the kitchen with silent faces. The two stood side by side in front of the stone table, tilting their heads slightly, watching Cao Hui's face quietly with their long and narrow eyes.

After washing Xiao Qing'er's face and hands, Yuyan came over and took away the washing utensils. Cao Hui looked up and found that the two people in front of him were looking at him with dark, narrow eyes. Even the angle of tilting the head seems to be exactly the same!

"Why is my sister crying?" Cao Hui ignored Sima Xuan who wanted to explain, and asked his son directly.

Sima Huan, who was pulling Sima Xuan's robe out of the way with one hand, blinked, and subconsciously raised his head to look at his father who was the culprit. Suddenly feel a little bad.

"Because my sister caught the onion, it was so hot to the eyes," Sima Huan honestly confessed the "crime", and took the initiative to describe the "crime" of his father as the main helper: "Daddy said that peeling onions can have little rabbits. I said the rabbit’s eyes were cute, so my younger sister asked my father for onions, my father grabbed a handful of onions for my younger sister, my father blew on my younger sister’s eyes, my younger sister rubbed her eyes, and then she cried.”

Cao Hui: "..." It's a bit embarrassing.

"What are you bullying her for, huh?" Cao Hui gave Bai Simaxuan a generous look, and then embraced the crying little pitiful in his arms: "This is crying so hard, tell me, what should I do!"

Sima Xuan raised his hand and gently pushed his son towards his daughter. The clever little Huan'er immediately understood, and went to help make his sister happy: "Sister, sister, brother will stop bullying you, okay?"

"Then do you want to make a promise?" Xiao Qing'er snuggled into her mother's warm and soft embrace, looking at Sima Huan with wet eyes like a pair of deer.

Really poor and helpless.

"Brother, promise!" The little man Sima Huan straightened his back and patted his chest to promise: "Brother will never help daddy to bully sister again, mother is the witness!"

"... Hiccup," Xiao Qing'er hiccupped, "Well, that's all right, I'll forgive my brother."

"It's so fine, after dinner, how about Daddy taking you to Baihua Street to watch the lanterns?" Sima Xuan asked additionally.

"..." Xiao Qing'er, who has always been clear about priorities, pouted noblely and glamorously. She chose to ignore her father's attempts to curry favor, and slipped off her mother's lap, dragging her brother to the kitchen together. : "Brother, continue to teach me how to ride a bamboo horse."

"Okay, little sister, when my brother learns how to ride a war horse, how about my brother also teach you?"

"Well, is the war horse the same horse as Daddy's horse?"

Sima Huan: "Yes."

"Then I may not be able to ride it, it's too high..."

Sima Xuan turned his head and looked at the two with a gentle expression.

Wu Jin was late, under the setting sun, the two little ones walking side by side gradually moved away, and behind them, two small shadows were dragged very long.

"I didn't even look at the lanterns. It seems that I'm really angry." Sima Xuan smacked his lips and shook his head, unconsciously raised his hand and pressed the corner of his eyes, and immediately said, "...Hiss, I*!"

Jing Linghou burst out a swear word from the frontier army, and she rolled up her sleeves, covered her eyes, and ran towards the well platform in the kitchen with the lid on—she had just peeled onions and didn't wash her hands.

Cao Hui: "..." Retribution.

……

At night, after coaxing the twins to go back to sleep in the ear room, Cao Hui took advantage of Sima Xuan to go to the north courtyard study to discuss matters with Xun Gong, and secretly summoned his secret stake in the backyard.

The shadow of the moon gradually moved along the red window. When Sima Xuan came all the way to Ningyue Pavilion, Cao Hui was sitting in front of the south window with his back to the door, facing the moon.

"Why are you sitting here?" Sima Xuan came to the south window with his hands behind his back, and looked down at Cao Hui with interest: "Could it be that I slept a lot during the day, and now I don't feel sleepy? I can't." Well, I remember you are very sleepy."

"You're just sleepy, and you're still lying in bed!" Cao Hui pretended to be angry and patted the guy who made fun of him.

Sima Xuan didn't hide either, he smiled and held Cao Hui's hand that was patted towards him. Cao Hui didn't break free like countless times before, and Sima Xuan suddenly felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction in his heart.

She wrapped Cao Hui's hand in her hand, and quietly felt the coolness of the night between her palm and fingers, "What are you thinking about?"

"I was thinking about what you experienced in Datong and the palace during the early court today." Cao Hui raised his face slightly, and looked at the person in front of him calmly: "I heard that hundreds of officials were in the court today because of the case of Duke Xuan. A dispute about the concubine?"

"Fight with lips and tongues, don't lose to fight on the battlefield," Sima Xuan turned slightly, sat sideways on the small table next to her thigh-high, and said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "If it weren't for the father-in-law's great efforts to protect you with the dignity of the cabinet, I'm afraid my husband won't be able to come back whole today."

Cao Hui knew that this person was probably making fun of her again, so he questioned: "You are of noble birth, and you are tied to the eldest son. At the age of 17, you became a general and became a marquis. A rare and promising young man in the family, who is not open-eyed and wants to kill you, Marquis of Jingling?"

Before Sima Xuan could answer, Cao Hui lowered his voice and added, "San Lang's man?"

"I kind of don't want to hear you call their family members that way," Sima Xuan looked down at Cao Hui's hand in his, and moaned, "It sounds too intimate."

"Then how should I address them?" Cao Hui looked at Sima Xuan's awkward little appearance, with a faint smile hidden in the corner of his mouth: "By title? Or by their first name?"

"It's not impossible to call him by my first name." Sima Xuan raised a hand and scratched the small scar on his forehead, and he looked a little aggrieved: "You even call me by name and surname, what? Sima Xuan, Sima Yuanchu, Sima Jingling, which one have you never called? There is nothing wrong with calling Zhao Sanlang Zhao Qinghui."

"Are you stupid?" Cao Hui poked Sima Xuan's warm and dry palm, with a smile on his brows and eyes: "Then Zhao Sanlang is a child of the Tian family, a nobleman of the royal family, how can I be so straightforward about his name? Do you want to be accused of being presumptuous and disrespectful by those old pedants at Yushitai? Or do you want to be laughed at by someone who can't control you well and indulge your wife too much?"

Sima Xuan pursed his lips, raised his eyelids and glanced at Cao Hui.

Seeing Sima Xuan's appearance, Cao Hui couldn't help explaining: "I dare to call you so recklessly, it's not because of..."

The following words suddenly stopped, Cao Hui smiled helplessly, and quickly changed his words: "Why are you suddenly entangled in this, Sima Yuanchu, don't interrupt me indiscriminately."

Uh, it was seen, Sima Xuan squeezed Cao Hui's hand, but did not speak.

"There were no heroes in the Taiping period, and my previous achievements in the northern border have already turned the page. It is normal for them not to take me seriously," Sima Xuan murmured after a while, bowing his head and playing with Cao Hui's fingers Said: "Yang Chengfu, the grandson of Duke Xuan, murdered people in the street, and he was detained by me in the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice. , Yang Dabao is in a hurry, so naturally he won't let me go in court."

"Xuan Guogong is a veteran of the Empress Dowager's faction. Now the Empress Dowager has retired from the palace for many years, and the people of that faction are all in peace. Why are you provoking them for no reason?" Cao Hui put his other hand on Sima Xuan's knee, In the depths of the eyes, there is a calculation.

"It's not that I provoked them for no reason," Sima Xuan shook his head, his warm and bright gaze quietly fell out of the window, his whole person looked peaceful and noble: "The East Palace wants to attack King Baoxin, Baoxin Party Naturally, I will not sit still. I am just being flanked by both sides as a neutral faction at this time. You don’t have to worry. The deeper their conflict with me is, the more they attack me. From Tianjia’s point of view, I am more and more beneficial."

Listening to the hoarse and delicate voice of the person in front of her, Cao Hui suddenly felt that there was some kind of support visible to the naked eye in her heart. She lowered her head and thought for a long time.

Finally, when Sima Xuan made it clear to Cao Hui how she planned to use the old-school courtiers represented by Xuan Guogong Yang Kaitai to provoke the confrontation between the Eastern Palace and the Baoxin Party in the court, Cao Hui's palm lightly Press the emaciated kneecap of the boss Ma Xuan.

Sima Xuan felt itchy, but she didn't say anything. She only heard Cao Hui, whose eyes were slightly red, say, "Starting from the fire at Wan'an Temple that year, at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, let me confess to you."

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