Rong Xuan

On the way back from the palace to the Marquis of Jingling, Sima Xuan sneezed inadvertently, which frightened Liu Sheng, who was sitting in the carriage with him, to lower his head even more.

His master had been gloomy since he came out of the palace gate, and Liu Sheng saw the frame of Qingxu Palace outside, so he couldn't help but be a little more careful at this moment.

"How did you do last time?" Sima Xuan leaned on the carriage with his arms folded, looking a bit tired.

Liu Sheng heaved a sigh of relief, and returned with a happy face: "I have already found it, and all the procedures are complete. According to your master's instructions, all the pavilions, towers and pavilions should be available. The rockery was transported from Yunzhou, and the place behind is big. , Another small piece of land is out of the way, and it doesn’t look cramped, and there is a pond with fat carp and lotus next to it!"

Sima Xuan raised his eyebrows, pondered for a moment, and said softly, "Go to Yiwei Tea House."

"Yes." Liu Sheng responded, raised his hand and opened the door of the carriage to give orders to the driver.

"Huh! Huh—" The carriage stopped steadily, and the coachman's voice came from outside: "Master, Fang Yong is here."

Fang Yong?What is he doing here?

After receiving Sima Xuan's nod, Liu Sheng stretched out his hand to open the window of the carriage, and saw Fang Yong, the guard, holding a horse in his hand, standing anxiously beside the carriage.

"What's the matter?" Sima Xuan said, his voice was hoarse and slightly nasal.

Fang Yong glanced around, took a few steps towards the car window, clasped his fists to salute the people in the car, and said in a low voice: "Master, Housekeeper Zhou sent a young man to come back to the house urgently——Auntie is here. Now in the inner house."

Sima Xuan frowned slightly, and immediately understood, she jumped out of the carriage in two or three steps, ignoring the many wounds that had just begun to heal, turned around, jumped on Shang Yong's horse, and went straight to Jinglinghou's mansion.

Big sister, is this a trick?Obediently, you want bad food!

……

In Sima Xuan's memory, even after bringing Cao Hui back, there was never an overly lively or deserted time in Cuowanxuan, and even the entire Jinglinghou Mansion never had any ups and downs of great joy and sorrow. It's generally uneventful.

Therefore, when Sima Xuan stepped into the threshold of Cuowanxuan with the worst plan in mind, she immediately smelled the abnormal atmosphere in this courtyard.

"Second Young Master, you are back," Sima Ying's wet nurse, Madam Zheng, greeted her from the steps, and bowed slightly to Sima Xuan as a salute.

Sima Xuan is the "eldest son" of Prince Qingxu's mansion, and because he has an older sister, Sima Ying, all the old people in the mansion call her "Second Young Master".

On the other side, when Sima Xuan approached, Madam Zheng pulled Sima Xuan's wide sleeves, motioning Sima Xuan to bend down and bring his ears closer.

Sima Xuan bent down as he did, only to hear Mother Zheng lower her voice in her ear and say: "Madam is only talking to that person inside, and has never given him any trouble. Don't force yourself with Madam when you go in. , Young Master knows Madam's temper, so he endured a few words and passed."

"Lao Mama is bothering you. Gu knows how to measure." Sima Xuan bent over to help Madam Zheng, and raised his hand to call Tingzhu who was waiting next to him: "Help Madam to rest in the closet, and then Invite a few people to wait by the side, Mammy is the nursing mother of Gu and Eldest Sister, so don't be negligent."

"Yes, master," Ting Zhu supported Nanny Zheng, and walked slowly towards the side: "Mama, please come this way."

It wasn't until Ting Zhu helped Nanny Zheng into the room, that Sima Xuan pursed his mouth and licked his molars, and walked into the bright hall of Cuowanxuan through the curtain.

……

Although it has been less than eighty years since the Zhao family established the Great Chao State, 11 members of the Sima family have shed blood on the northern border to defend the territory of the Chao State.

The ancestor of the Sima family was a general of the former dynasty, who was recruited by Emperor Tai/Zu Wu because of the collapse of the previous dynasty. At that time, the Great Chao ruled the whole country, internal and external troubles arose, and the northern Xiongnu stared at them all day long.

So the Sima family was granted the title of second-rank military marquis, and led the army to the north, and kept guarding the northernmost part of the country, south of the Kezier grassland, to fight against the Xiongnu for the Tian family.

Later, the world gradually settled down, and a hundred wastes were waiting for prosperity. The Sima family in the northern border was sitting in battle, and experienced more than a hundred battles. The blood was spilled on the Zikor grassland, and in the end, the people of the various tribes of the Xiongnu did not dare to go south to herd horses, and the soldiers did not dare to bend their bows and complain.

The result of the gradual peace of the world is that the world has forgotten the Sima family and the Northern Border Army, and under the forgetfulness, it is the several battles that the Northern Border Army has experienced to cancel the banner.

Until ten years ago, in order to regain the administrative power and consolidate the throne, today's son planned a bloody massacre that stirred up the world. Sima Xiu, Sima Dezu, who succeeded his father, judged the situation and seized the opportunity to turn over in one fell swoop.

Sima Xiu is a man with means, including letting Cao Yuanrong marry into Sima's family, which was also his first move.

Even, apart from Cao Yuanrong who dared to verbally challenge the envoys of the Three Kingdoms at the state banquet at the age of ten, Sima Xiu even counted on his own son Sima Xuan.

But today, Sima Xiu finally began to feel that the situation was a bit unexpected.

"My lord, I stewed a pheasant, would you like to taste it?" Concubine Zhao of Qingxu took a few glances at her husband's expression, seeing that Sima Xiu's expression was not in danger, Zhao tentatively handed over the chicken soup in her hand .

Sima Xiu was rather thin, and he sat expressionlessly on the other side of the warm couch, but he didn't move even after his wife handed him the white jade bowl.

The thinness of a middle-aged man inherently has a sense of sternness, and Sima Xiu's face is always expressionless, and his brows are deeply outlined. Over time, a cold wrinkle was formed between his brows.

At this moment, two hours have passed since he came out of the palace, and there is still no news from there. Could it be that something unexpected happened?

Concubine Zhao of Qingxu did not dare to speak again to urge Sima Xiu to drink the chicken soup while it was hot, but Sima Xiu tilted his head, smacked his lips, picked up the bowl and started to drink the chicken soup.

"It's been a long time since I've eaten wild pheasant chicken. The chicken is chewy and the soup tastes good. Thank you, Ma'am." After eating a bowl of hot chicken soup, Sima Xiu's body broke out in sweat, and his mood eased a little. .

He handed over the bowl to indicate another bowl, and looked up at his wife: "It's just that it's winter, where did you get the wild pheasant?"

Mrs. Zhao took the jade bowl, filled another half bowl of fresh soup, and handed it to her husband. She smiled subtly, and the charm still remained: "I'm a housewife, where can I get wild pheasants? It's Yuanzhi, he knows his father Well, I went to hunt in the woods outside the city yesterday."

Hearing what his wife said about his youngest son Sima Kun, Sima Xiu's slightly calm face sank again.

"What's the matter?" The original relief on Zhao's face was suddenly replaced by complete confusion and worry.

Seeing that her husband's face was not right, Mrs. Zhao stood up from the warm couch, her chest was heaving with anger: "Could it be that Kun'er caused some trouble again? Please tell me the lesson!"

Sima Xiu frowned, only listening to Zhao's words as if they were certain, she said: "You know Kun'er's temper best, but how could he do such a thing for no reason! He must have been instigated, Kun'er is a A good boy who obeys the rules, he has always listened to his second brother the most! He..."

"Okay!" Sima Xiu couldn't bear it at last, he placed the white jade bowl filled with half a bowl of chicken soup heavily on the small pear wood table in the middle of the warm couch.

Zhao Shi trembled slightly in fright, and immediately fell silent, but the anger and unwillingness still made her face turn red.

Sima Xiu said in a deep voice: "Yuanzhi has now firmly secured his position as King Xu's heir. As an elder, you don't have to painstakingly arrange that evil in the early Yuan Dynasty in front of the widow!"

Mrs. Zhao was criticized face to face by her husband like this, and her face turned from angry red to pale in an instant. She was about to burst into tears, but thought to herself, it seemed that Sima Xiu had been angered again.

Immediately, Sima Xiu realized that what he said was a bit serious, and after a moment of silence, he added: "I have no other intentions, but I am afraid that these words will be heard by someone with a bad mouth, and if they are spread out, your reputation will be damaged. worth."

The paleness on Zhao's face finally eased a little under Sima Xiu's additional words, and she lowered her eyebrows and said: "Although I am a clan relative, I am only an old man who is nearly forty years old. It's just a woman, it doesn't matter if your reputation is damaged or not,"

She pressed the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, and she looked a little self-pitying, which made people feel distressed: "As long as you and Yuan Zhi and his son are safe and healthy, even if you ask me to die immediately, I will not hesitate! It's just— — It’s just that I’m afraid that you, a soft-hearted prince, will be used again by others!”

The words "used" and "again" touched Sima Xiu's back, and with a wave of his sleeve, he swept the jade bowl on the small table to the ground, and it shattered cleanly with a snap.

The servants and maids waiting in the room were so frightened that they knelt down on the ground, and even Mrs. Zhao bowed down, not daring to say anything more.

The veins on Sima Xiu's forehead bulged out, and he almost wanted to kill someone to vent his anger, but because he was staying at the foot of the emperor and on the edge of the imperial city, he could only raise his head, beat his chest and sighed.

"Young people lose their husbands, young people lose their wives, old people rebel against their children, and they don't get what they want, woohoo! God has no pity so far?!"

Hearing Sima Xiu's long sigh, Zhao Shi covered half of his face with a handkerchief as if to suit the occasion, and sobbed, "My lord, don't be sad, even if father-in-law left early, you have Kun'er now." No matter how bad it is, you still have me, our mother and son will always be with the prince, don't be sad, even if we go to the underworld, I will be with the prince..."

Zhao shi covered her handkerchief and cried just right, a shrewd calculation flashed in those crying red eyes.

"Get up and come here." King Qingxu has a good reputation for doting on the princess. He leaned down to help his wife Zhao up, pulled her to sit beside him, and wiped away the tears on her cheeks with his own hands.

He waved back a roomful of servants, put his arms around Zhao Shi's waist and took her into his arms, with a gentle voice: "It's good that I know your sincerity, you don't have to cry like this, I will feel sorry for you."

"My lord..." Mrs. Zhao murmured softly, and graciously placed her soft body in her husband Sima Xiu's arms.

Mrs. Zhao is quite skillful. It is not difficult to divert a man's attention. It only takes a little thought, and Sima Xiu is distracted, and he can't help but start to move.

Zhao married Sima Xuan at the age of 17 and gave birth to her son Sima Kun. Now she is only 33 years old, which is the age of a wolf and a tiger, but her husband Sima Xiu, who is fifty and eight years old, is here. In this regard, it is not as good as before.

"My lord, my lord..." Mrs. Zhao's body was a little weak from Sima Xiu's touch, and even her breathing began to become chaotic. Fortunately, she was still somewhat clear-headed, so she took the opportunity to push Sima Xiu, and said shyly: "This is a blue sky and a bright day. , what if someone comes in? What if someone comes to you?"

The mature/mature/woman Zhao's eyes were full of spring, and the look of wanting to welcome and yet rejecting all the anger that was left in Sima Xiu's heart was not left at all.

All of a sudden, a wave of scorching hot air gathered from all over the place went straight to the Lingtai along his lower abdomen. Sima Xiu couldn't help but turn over and put the woman in his arms on the large warm couch.

……

Sima Xiu was born in the army of Luzi, even after reading thousands of volumes of military books, he still couldn't change the roughness brought out from the soldier's den in his bones.

It's just that people are not as good as heaven, and when Sima Xiu was busy, there was an urgent and cautious voice from his confidant outside the window: "Master, he has gone to the Xun Mansion."

"Hmm—" In the room, the person on the warm couch let out a muffled groan, and was so surprised by what his confidant told him, that he was so weak that he could no longer fight.

Sima Xiu gasped for breath, and it seemed that his dislike for Sima Xuan rose to the top in an instant, and the Zhao family once again won a complete victory—a man, no matter how heroic he is, can be manipulated by others, as long as he grasps the key points, no matter what Any kind of person can be controlled obediently in the end.

Ah.

"You bastard!" Sima Xiu leaned on Zhao's body and cursed loudly.

On the other side, the sound of knocking on the door of the mother was followed by Sima Xiu's cursing: "Report to the princess, the young lady is here."

"I see, please wait in the hall, I'll go right away." Mrs. Zhao tried her best to suppress the resentment of desire and dissatisfaction in her voice, and calmly sent Xiangmao.

"The thief of Gou Ri!" Sima Xiu got up from the warm couch, and kicked a round-bellied low stool next to him flying out.

Shirtless and barefoot, he walked around the spot twice, and finally yelled angrily at the people waiting outside the north window: "Send someone to keep an eye on that side, and go again tonight. Go to the ground, and be sure to find out for the widow! Otherwise, come and see me!"

The confidant took the order and left tremblingly.

At night, when several groups of men in black entered the Wanwan Pavilion of the Jinglinghou Mansion one after another, the place was empty at some point.

"Not good!" The leader of the last group was startled to feel that something was wrong, and he yelled to lead them out of the Wanwan Pavilion. In the dark night behind him, there were countless sharp piercing sounds roaring from all directions. Come.

Be caught off guard.

After a stick of incense, the sound of fierce weapons colliding, the sound of iron piercing into flesh, and chaotic shouts all fell silent. The courtyard door of Cuowanxuan was pushed open from the outside, and the door hinge was soaked in the blood of the assassin, and could no longer be released. The creak of yesteryear.

"Master, there are three groups of people, fifteen of them, all of them have been killed." Liu Sheng led his men to inspect the messy corpses in the yard one by one, and clasped the bloody knife handle in his hand to report to Sima Xuan.

"That's fifteen, let them go back wherever they came from." Sima Xuan stood with his hands behind his back at the door of Cuowanxuan, the black robe on his body made her almost blend into the surrounding night.

The cold voice carried the bloodthirsty ruthlessness accumulated from the sea of ​​blood on the mountain of corpses, and it was extremely hoarse: "I will accompany you to the end."

Behind Sima Xuan, a woman who didn't know when came over tightly covered her mouth through the plain veil that covered her face, and finally fell powerlessly against Yu Yan's body.

The author has something to say:

Actually Sima Xuanxuan is quite ruthless