Rong Xuan

A soul raised by nature, when it enters the six realms of reincarnation and passes through the animal stage, it needs to stand up and take the shape of a human being before it can go to get the consciousness of thoughts and actions.

Afterwards, this person who has his own thoughts, who can distinguish between right and wrong based on what he knows is right and wrong, who can stick to the bottom line and stop doing things like animals, can be truly recognized. called a person.

Zhao Qingjia, the princess of Yongjia, held a Buddhist scripture she had begged from Cao Hui in her hand, and was leisurely leaning against the beauty's couch under the corridor to watch the fallen flowers—she had been recovering from her injuries for almost a month, and she had long hair on her body.

"Wow, woof woof... woof woof woof..."

Suddenly there was a seemingly indistinct sound of dog barking outside the half-hidden door leading to the west courtyard of the Xun Mansion. Zhao Qingjia stretched cautiously, and lazily raised his hand in the direction of the sound source: " Who's out there?"

Shiliu, who was leaning against the back porch pillar with Wuhen's waist knife, gave the maidservant next to him a look, and the little maid hurried out to check.

When the little maid came back, she was accompanied by a silly dog ​​and a six-year-old kid.

"Ah, Aunt Qing Jia!"

Sima Huan, who passed by while walking his dog, shouted happily, and ran to Zhao Qingjia with the silly dog ​​Sheep bouncing around. Of course, the silly dog ​​he was holding in his hand was more fun than Sima Huan.

"Aunt Qing Jia, are you out to bask in the sun?" Sima Huan stopped three steps away from the beauty's couch, hugged the chubby hand and bowed respectfully to Zhao Qingjia: "Aunt Qing Jia, are you feeling better?"

"Well, it should look much better." Zhao Qingjia sat up, and pointed to the round stool and low table next to him with the Buddhist scriptures in his hand: "Fresh pastries, can you sit and eat?"

Sima Huan grinned, and handcuffed Zhao Qingjia again in surprise: "Then Huan'er is disturbing Aunt Qingjia's innocence—sheep, come here!"

Xiao Huan'er sat aside with Dasha Gou, and comfortably ate the pastry that Shiliu specially went to Ban Xianju to line up to buy for Zhao Qingjia.

"Huan'er, why haven't you seen your cute and silly sister?" Zhao Qingjia asked casually as he turned the pages of the Buddhist scriptures in his hand.

"My sister is not stupid, my sister went to dinner with my mother," said Xiao Huan'er, who was holding two pieces of rose cakes in each hand, while eating by himself, while feeding the silly dog ​​and sheep that would eat everything, without raising his eyes. He said, "It's the kind of banquet that neither Daddy nor I can go to."

Zhao Qingjia understood that what Xiao Huan'er was talking about was the banquet for the women's family, but he didn't know who organized it and what it was for.

Thinking of this, Zhao Qingjia couldn't help but look back at Shiliu in the corridor, "Think about it, it's the Gaomen Mansion where Mrs. Jun and Mrs. of your family can be invited to come out with their children in person. Recently, I heard that someone has something something?"

"No," Shiliu nodded slightly, avoiding Zhao Qingjia's gaze indiscriminately, "The case of the former Minister of Rites, Cha Lianghe, and the robbery of General Wei were closed a few days ago. In addition, Princess Donggong celebrates her birthday today."

"It's your birthday," Zhao Qingjia turned around and looked at Xiao Huan'er with a smile: "Huan'er, where are your parents?"

"Father and Waiwai are on duty together," Xiao Huan'er stretched out his hand to bring a teacup to drink, the maid next to him hastily changed to a smaller teacup, and poured tea with just the right temperature for the young master.

Xiao Huan'er has always been brought up in front of Cao Hui, and his gestures have shown the modest and gentle style of the son of the aristocratic family.

"Thank you—" The little guy nodded gently to thank the young lady who poured tea for him. He lowered his head and took a sip of tea, then turned his head and continued to reply to Zhao Qingjia: "Daddy and Waiwai are very busy recently. Huan'er hasn't seen them for many days."

Zhao Qingjia probably knew what happened outside during her period of recuperating from her earplug blindness, but after all, she only knew a vague whole and didn't know the actual situation.

She left Xiao Huan'er to eat a lot of cakes, and after the grandma Jia from Xun's mansion rushed to find him, she directly told Grandma Jia to keep the little guy Sima Huan in her yard.

Thinking about it, Zhao Qingjia felt a little scared. Sima Xuan's big-hearted couple dared to leave Xiao Huan'er alone in Xun's mansion, not even leaving a confidant to guard the child's safety? !

At ten o'clock in the evening, Sima Xuan picked up his wife and daughter from the East Palace after he was assigned to the official office of the Ministry of Punishment. "Father" sent them to him, and then got the news from Nanny Jia, and together with Sima Xuan came to the Kuayuan next to the Xun Mansion where Zhao Qingjia temporarily lived.

After entering the door, the long-lasting smell of soup and medicine in the room had almost dissipated. Sima Xuan threw the official hat to Liu Sheng outside the door to hold it, and walked towards Sima Huan who was sitting cross-legged on the low couch and dialing the abacus .

"Huan'er," Sima Xuan led Xiao Qing'er over, reaching out to mess up an abacus, "What are you doing here with your aunt Qing Jia?"

"Alas..." Xiao Huan'er, who was messed up by his owed father, was not annoyed, but just sighed leisurely: "Daddy, what Aunt Qing Jia said is indeed true."

"What's wrong?"

Sima Huan was stunned: "What's the use of reading so many sage books? I can't even dial an abacus!"

Cao Hui went to talk to Zhao Qingjia over there, and Xiao Qing'er, who was leaning against Sima Xuan's arms, looked curiously at the abacus in her brother's hand with her belly out—she had never seen this toy before!

"Huan'er," Sima Xuan took the little abacus as a toy for his daughter, suddenly tilted his head and asked his son, "Do you think Daddy is powerful?"

"Of course it's amazing!" Sima Huan couldn't help sitting up straight with his thinning body, and his baby-fat face was full of admiration and seriousness: "Daddy was named a marquis and general at the age of 17, and he shocked the Huns ten years ago." Eight tribes, daddy is the hero in my son's heart, daddy is the most powerful!"

What Xiao Huan'er said were all commonplace words, but Sima Xuan felt awkward and somewhat reluctant to hear these words related to her from his son's mouth.

She squinted her eyes and continued: "But Daddy can't even write well, will Huan'er feel that Daddy is incompetent because of this?"

"Of course my son can't..." Sima Huan lowered his head and mumbled in a low voice, "But my son doesn't know how to make calculations. He's not even as good as those mediocre businessmen..."

Sima Xuan's brows subconsciously pressed down heavily, she pursed her lips, and looked at Sima Huan with inquiring eyes: "This is life, everyone has their own strengths, that's all, princes and generals have kindness, Huaner, why do you look down on me?" What about the businessman?"

"..." Sima Huan, who was always clear and eloquent among his peers, was suddenly stopped by his father.

Myself, why should I look down on businessmen?

"There is no reason," Sima Huan raised his head and looked at his father in bewilderment, "There is a saying in the Nine Cauldrons and the Law of the People, 'The heavenly family wins the crown, the royal family is noble, and the people are divided into nineteen, the upper nine are people, the lower nine are tools, Merchants are not in the stream', Daddy, did your son make a mistake?"

Sima Xuan looked at his six-year-old son, and his dark eyes seemed to gradually condense some kind of pain that he couldn't struggle like he was trapped by a hundred catties of shackles. It's just that this emotion disappeared from Sima Xuan's eyes before Cao Hui's sight fell. The fundus is fleeting.

"No, you remember correctly," Sima Xuan forcibly dispersed the emotions in her eyes, so that for a moment she looked a little at a loss: "It seems, it seems to be so said in the civil law."

Sima Xuan didn't say anything else, just waited for Cao Hui and Zhao Qingjia to chat for a while, then went back to the west courtyard with the child in his arms.

But early the next morning, the person who was wearing a crimson official robe and wanted to go to the official office of the Ministry of Criminal Justice in a hurry, turned directly into the Befu Kuayuan next door after leaving the gate of the Xun Mansion.

"Waiting for you for a long time, the tea is cold," Zhao Qingjiaji sat behind the low tea table, and there was a smile in his soothing voice: "It turns out that you dare to be late even a little bit, it seems that those about you in the usual It’s already a shame to go late.”

"Don't interrupt here," Sima Xuan said with a stern face, took the warm tea from Zhao Qingjia and poured it into her mouth, she pulled the sleeve of her official robe and wiped the corner of her mouth, her tone was serious:

"I don't know how you were persuaded by Zhao Wu's bullshit 'Datong', Qing Jia, don't try to instill these things in my son in the future, he is different from us, what we experienced is our doom, as for Huan'er and Qing'er, they have a father, a mother, food and clothing, and they will live in a country where the world is peaceful, the sea is clean and the river is clear. Life is at stake!"

"If you have time to spare, worry about your own affairs. Be careful in the future, and don't let people chase you down..." Sima Xuan took out a letter from his pocket and patted it on the paper. The corner of the tea table, then turned around and left angrily, flicking his sleeves.

"...You're the one who was hunted down with your tail cut, and you were hunted down even with your tailbone." Zhao Qingjia muttered back, opened the envelope, and read it carefully under the lamp .

Shiliu, who had been keeping in the dark, laughed silently. In her memory, Zhao Qingjia, the owner of Yongjia County, seemed to have never said that she was afraid of anyone except her mother who wanted to chase after the eldest princess first.

Shiliu has been in Sima's family since she was a child. She is about the same age as Sima Ying, so she clearly remembers that her young master, Sima Xuan, was a crying father who beat the pampered son of Prince Ji's family when he was five years old. Calling his mother, looking for teeth all over the world, the little devil king.

In Chang'an City, there are not a few sons from aristocratic families who are similar in age to Sima Xuan, and there are many sons born from the families of lords from all walks of life. The first title was mixed among the children.

At that time, the little Sima Xuan, the fifth eldest son of Duqihou Mansion, was stunned to bear the incomparably cute nickname of "Yuanyuan", and became a crab who couldn't walk upright among the sons of the Chang'an family.

Little Sima Xuan "became famous at a young age", the only defeat experience was losing to the soft and cute four-year-old girl of the Cao family when he was five years old in fighting poetry, and being chased by Yongjia princess who caught a snake with his bare hands when he was six years old. Lost his shoes while running.

At that time, all the children of the aristocratic family, boys and girls, were afraid of Yuanyuan from Sima's family, but only the little princess from the eldest princess's mansion was an exception. She was bullied by Sima Yuanyuan. She was not afraid, but went back to bring a grass , directly chasing Sima Yuanyuan and scaring the shit out of this little demon king. In the end, little Zhao Qingjia lost a bug in poor Sima Yuanyuan's job...

In the end, Sima Yuanyuan pulled the worm out of her bowl.

So, amidst the earth-shattering cries of little Sima Xuan and the frenzied laughter of little Zhao Qingjia, the two of them were each beaten by their mother with a feather duster, and then they were punished miserably together. Facing the wall and thinking about it.

A miraculous thing happened, the two little guys inexplicably established an incomparably deep revolutionary friendship in this tragic experience of being spanked together and being punished to stand together.

Zhao Qingjia, the lord of Yongjia County, has since become the only son of a family in Dachao Kingdom who dared to challenge Sima Xuan, Marquis of Jingling.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhao Qingjia turned her head suddenly, just in time to see the leisurely smile on the corner of Zhan Qingjin's mouth. She then raised her eyebrows and said, "Could it be that you haven't told your master the truth yet?"

"I didn't tell, and I didn't laugh," the man who was half hidden in the darkness quickly suppressed all the expressions on his face, and turned back into the cold-blooded dark guard who couldn't cry or laugh: "My lord is wrong." .”

"There's nothing wrong with it," Zhao Qingjia pointed to the lampstand beside Zhan Qingjin: "It also illuminates, you're just laughing."

"Your honored person got up earlier than usual today, but do you need to deliver the meal in advance?" Zhan Qingjin had experienced Zhao Qingjia's verbal skills, if she said three or four unscrupulous words, she would be tricked by the other party, so she hurriedly interrupted Open the topic: "The soup and medicine should also be boiled together? The villain will go to the kitchen..."

"Hey, wait a minute," Zhao Qingjia hurriedly stopped Zhan Qingjin from rushing out the door. She brought a new teacup and poured a cup of tea into it without haste: "What's the hurry, come here Sit for a while, although the decoction is bitter, I will have to eat it sooner or later, you can have a cup of tea with me before talking."

Zhan Qingjin turned around, with his left hand resting on the handle of the Wuhen knife at his waist, his right hand clenched behind his back, and bowed to Zhao Qingjia with lowered eyebrows: "The nobleman has a noble status, and the villain is just a slave, so he dare not overstep."

"Tsk," Zhao Qingjia turned Sima Xuan's used teacup upside down and put it aside, smacking his lips to refill his own teacup: "Come here if you're told, where are you talking nonsense?"

Zhan Qingjin raised his eyes very quickly, and took a sneak peek at the young woman sitting in the teahouse - this noble girl was already in her twenties, and she had never discussed marriage with the excuse of being a filial piety to her adoptive parents.

This girl, she is elegant and kind, sincere and frank, she never treats her servants as if they were others, she cherishes every one of her subordinates, but she never knows to think about herself, she is hunted and plotted by people everywhere, all day long I can't take care of myself, but at the critical moment, I don't hesitate to sacrifice my life to help my friends.

Zhan Qingjin felt that this girl was a flower, a flower that was struggling to bloom in the storm, which could make the world lose its color and make ghosts and gods admire her.

"You've seen it all, why don't you come over?" Zhao Qingjia, who was fiddling with the tea set, suddenly raised his head, looked at Zhan Qingjin with a good look, and joked, "It's because the princess's beauty is so worthless. Aren't you coming to guard your cup of tea?"

"..."

"Master!" The persuaded Zhan Qingjin was about to step up to the tea table when the guard Han Suiwu's voice came in from outside the door: "Fang Jing is back!"

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Hey Hey

Today I went to a Longquan sword shop and fell in love with a Han sword, but was dragged away by my roommates.

After getting back to the school gate, I got out of the taxi, and my roommate pointed to the special police patrol car next to me and said, "Did you see that? If you bought that sword today, don't say that the building mother won't let you go back to the dormitory, the doorman will just go to the dormitory." The fork put you, a terrorist, into the cart to be ruled by the people's democracy!"

Holding my fat self shivering in the spring night wind