Rong Xuan

Snatching and being robbed, possessing and being possessed, cheating and being cheated, using and being used, as well as protecting and being protected, the lives of these noble children of Chang'an are full of life. That's about it.

When Sima Xuan realized that she was being used by Qing Jia, it was already a bit late, but she was not angry, she was just puzzled.

"Aren't you really angry?" Zhao Qingjia leaned on the imperial concubine's couch, squinted his eyes to see the pot of chrysanthemums on the flower stand that had been brought in from the backyard, raised his hand and covered the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, "As you used to With your temper, I thought you would come in with a Wuhen knife this time."

Sima Xuan took a big mouthful of tea, and put the teacup heavily on the table, "It's just that I boiled the eagle carefully every year, but I got pecked by my own little sparrow unsuspectingly. I'm really not angry. But Qing Jia, are you stupid?"

Zhao Qingjia suppressed his voice and let out a sneer, causing his thin shoulders to tremble: "Don't choke me with your wife's scolding of you, this Princess has never taken such a thing. "

"..." Sima Xuan raised his hand and scratched the small scar on his forehead, feeling a little helpless, as if he was playing the piano to a cow, "You and I are friends of the president, if your life is in danger, I will naturally do my best Why do you have to take such a big turn when you are protecting you with all your strength? It’s all your fault.”

"Of course it's because some things can be said, and some things can't be said." Zhao Qingjia smiled, and his eyes were condensed with a seriousness that is rarely seen in ordinary times: "At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, when things are done in the future, I want to ask you to ask for someone , I just don’t know if you will give or not.”

Sima Xuan raised one eyebrow, "Except Madam and child."

"That's why," Zhao Qingjia smiled again, but her words were always hammered here and there. She sat upright on her tired waist, and said in a drawn out voice, "So I choose Using you instead of asking you to help me, you are a family man, unlike me."

"Brother Ling sent me a letter a few days ago, inquiring about my recent tax on tea and wine." Sima Xuan's words were less harsh and became gentler: "He also sent a lot of money. Ask me to bring you the best medicinal materials, he asked you about your current situation in the letter, if he said no, then let me send you to Hezhou to recuperate."

"I have arms and legs, and I have no relationship with him, so why go to his Hezhou?" Zhao Qingjia pouted, ignoring her brother Shen Quji's feelings: "After all the medicinal materials have been used, just use it." I won't pay him back with him, my mother has been gone for nearly three years, and he and I don't owe anyone anything."

Zhao Qingjia is the adopted daughter of Xiansi Chasing Eldest Princess, and Shen Quji of Hezhou is the eldest princess' biological son. A few years ago, the Eldest Princess passed away with hatred. Zhao Qingjia hated the woman who raised Shen Quji, so she attached herself to her That elder brother, Shen Quji, was also blamed.

"Your brother is right, Qingjia. Every time you ask him for help, how often does he try his best to help you?" Sima Xuan looked down at Zhao Qingjia, with a gentle but sharp gaze: "There are some things that the authorities are obsessed with. I can help you." That's all I've said, think about it for yourself."

Sima Xuan took another sip of tea: "But as for our side, since we have already been involved, then no one can choose cleanly. Qing Jia, although I don't want you to use my hand to fight back against Datong Hedian this time, but Don't do this again in the future, your life is not worthless."

There seemed to be something flashing in Zhao Qingjia's eyes, but she just nodded obediently in agreement.

"Also," Sima Xuan crossed his long legs and leaned back in the chair leisurely, with a quite calm look: "You are also aware of the current situation in the court, so I won't repeat it. The agitation was severe, and Donggong was clinging to the Baoxin party, and was about to poach the Baoxin party members of the Ministry of Industry. This was the last situation the Tian family wanted to see.

Right now, Datong Hedian has already had suspicions about the East Palace. In addition, Princess Baoxin was assassinated in the palace a few days ago, and Chang'an Fourth Street has now been ordered to be strictly investigated by the patrol battalion. Qingjia, if you really want to do something, at this time Just right. "

"That's a good thing!" Zhao Qingjia sat up straight and smiled brightly: "I'll ask someone to take an inventory of the damage in Wuwen Garden later, and when I go to Datonghe Palace, I will cry and complain to my uncle hehehehehe... ..."

Today's family is an incomprehensible character. On the one hand, he allows Donggong to squeeze out and persecute his opponents, but on the other hand, he seems to be a kind elder who loves his children and grandchildren very much. Zhao Qingjia suffered some unbearable grievances outside, so Xiao went to wipe her tears in front of her uncle, and the Tian family would surely vent her anger on her niece.

"..." Sima Xuan scratched his brows, temporarily feeling sorry for the old man's private treasury for the Tian family.

At that time, Fang Jing, Zhao Qingjia's personal maid, knocked on the door and came in, holding a tray in her hand with a bowl of decoction on it.

Sima Xuan stared at the bowl of medicine, did not speak, shook his robe and got up to leave, Zhao Qingjia went to take the medicine resentfully, Sima Xuan stepped out of the room and raised his hand to move Shiliu over.

"Liu Sheng said cough cough," Sima Xuan cleared his throat that always had a faint feeling of foreign body, and walked outside the mansion, and said, "Liu Sheng said that he coughed in the teahouse at the entrance of Fenggong Lane two days ago, Saw your cousin Ning..."

Jinglinghou frowned slightly.

My master's good memory never includes miscellaneous little things, Shiliu said, "Ning Linglong."

"Ah, I remember, Ning Linglong," Sima Xuan raised his hand and brushed off the folds of his clothes, his voice was hoarse and slightly nasal: "It is said that I also found the servant of Baoxin Prince's Mansion in the teahouse, please take care of me later." Just pay attention, there are not a few people whose dikes of thousands of miles collapse in ant nests."

As he spoke, Sima Xuan raised his hand and pressed it down with the palm facing down, signaling Shiliu to stop.

"Yes, I've made a note." Sixteen comprehendingly stopped at the gate of the main courtyard, raised his hands in salute, and respectfully sent Sima Xuan away.

Sima Xuan walked all the way outside, one of her feet just stepped out of the mansion door, Liu Sheng handed over the whip: "Master, there are people coming over there."

"How to say?" Sima Xuan took the Wujin horse whip that he used to from Liu Sheng, and walked straight down the steps to his mount.

Liu Sheng took the rein of the horse on the other side, and helped the master to stabilize the lightly pawing horse, "Please have a tea and talk about it."

"Sure enough, you still don't believe me," Sima Xuan said in a low voice, while raising one foot to step on the stirrup, she held the rein in the other hand, grabbed the saddle by the way, turned over and jumped onto the horse. On horseback, "Let's go then, I will meet him later."

……

Not long after sending away Baoxin King Zhao Qingjue's carriage, Xun Run suddenly became ill, coughing stronger than others and even brought out a lot of glaring blood from his throat. The housekeeper panicked for a while, but fortunately Cao Hui, who had experienced the storm, was there.

On the one hand, she sent someone to take Xun Run's post to invite the imperial physician to the imperial medical office, and on the other hand, she asked Sima Xuan's personal guard Wei Chengxun from the outer courtyard to drive to the Wuyao Hall to invite Sima Ren—if I remember correctly, Sima Ren's That senior brother Fang Luzi should still be in Chang'an.

Sure enough, Sima Ren's roommate came to Xunfu from Wuyaotang first.

The illness of Xun Run, the chief minister of the cabinet, is quite strange. He is usually in good health, and there is nothing serious about it except for the chronic stomach problem.

But this time, he didn't know what was going on. After assisting the East Palace in the investigation of the Cha Lianghe case, he caught a little cold in the early autumn weather and developed a fever a few times. After taking the medicine, he improved, but he didn't know why After coming and going, he coughed again, and now his legs are even weaker, and he has no strength to stand up.

He coughed and turned red, Jia Nanny was concerned and was at a loss for a while, even forgot to call for a doctor.

Xun Run was lying on the bed. He wanted to stabilize this honest woman, but when he opened his mouth, he found that he was coughing and couldn't even utter a sentence. The bedroom, which was always cold in the past, was a mess.

Xun Run's mind was not only a little dazed, but also a little helpless. Fortunately, before his vision became blurred, his "daughter" Cao Hui rushed over in time.

Cao Hui was originally from the Cao family in Chang'an, and she has been in charge of the Chaopin Hou Fuzhong by herself for two years. Her style of acting seems to be reckless, but in fact it is the safest. However, there is almost no mistake in any affairs handled by her. , she is a person who can control the situation, and she is obviously somewhat similar to Sima Xuan who was wearing armor and leading troops to fight.

As the chief disciple of his master, Fang Luzi, who has traveled to half of the Chao Kingdom, has excellent medical skills. He is best at finding the root of the disease, and with the help of his junior brother Sima Huaiying, he The underlying disease of Xun Run was quickly diagnosed.

The situation is not very optimistic.

That day, Sima Xuan had been away and busy for a long time, and when she returned to the Xun Mansion, it was past the time to hold the lamps. As soon as she walked to the atrium, Chun Ru, the dowry maid in front of Cao Hui, stopped her.

"Master's illness got worse in the afternoon," Chun Ru, who was ordered to wait for Sima Xuan, lowered her head, and said, "Right now the madam, the young master, and Miss Qing are all in the north courtyard. Wait here, and when Junhou comes back, please move to the north courtyard."

Sima Xuan's heart skipped a beat, and suddenly he felt unsteady, so he walked to the North Courtyard with Chunru.

The yard was lit with a few more red candles than usual, hanging under the porch and being blown by the night wind, it seemed a bit more lively than usual. Sima Xuan walked in the direction of the master bedroom, just turned the corner. Turning around, I saw several small stoves burning under the corridor of the master bedroom.

Three small red clay stoves stand side by side in a row, with casserole pots for cooking medicine placed on them, and two servants are watching the fire carefully with palm-leaf fans in their hands.

"Young Master is back." Seeing the man in the long jade black robe approaching with his hands behind his back, the servants stood up and bowed to Sima Xuan.

Sima Xuanti lifted her coat and stepped up to the corridor, she nodded in response to the servants and said "Yes", she leaned over to look at the casserole that was licking the bottom of the pot with red tongues of flames, and said, "Is it your medicine?"

The servant closest to Sima Xuan cupped his hands: "It's the master's medicine. In the afternoon, the girl invited the master of Wuyao Hall and Imperial Physician Yan from the Imperial Medical Office. The two gentlemen wrote the prescription together. There are several medicines in it that are precious and cannot be eaten. Yan, the girl personally told the servants to take care of her."

Hearing this, Uncle Xun pursed his lips and nodded slightly.

On the other side, Grandma Jia came out of the bedroom through the curtain. Seeing Sima Xuan standing in front of the small stove, she hurried over and said, "Young master is back, why don't you go in? The master is still talking about you with the girl!" "

"Oh," Sima Xuan glanced down at the nearby small stove. The fire in the early autumn night made her legs warm, "Ma'am, go ahead and go in."

He waved his hand and left Liu Sheng outside to guard, while Sima Xuan opened the curtain to enter the house by himself.

"Greetings, my lord." After entering the room, Sima Xuan came to the inner bed, bowed his brows and folded his sleeves, and bowed to Xun Run, who was half leaning on the soft pillow, "I came home and found out that there was something wrong with your lord." , it’s mine—why didn’t someone tell me to come back?”

The last gentle question was asked by Sima Xuan who turned his head to Cao Hui who was beside him, and there was no sense of condemnation or blame in his words.

"Your Majesty, sit down," Xun Run quickly waved his hand, and explained for Cao Hui who hadn't had time to make a sound: "I didn't let Rong'er go to find you, cough——Junhou, you went to have a cup of tea in the afternoon. Let it go."

"Exactly," Sima Xuan sat down next to Cao Hui with his hand, and his clothes touched Cao Hui's, "My lord's heart is like a mirror—"

The twins, who were playing outside, ran in while their father was talking, and Yuyan, who was guarding the two of them playing, followed and waited not far away.

Sima Xuan immediately stopped talking, and she raised her hand to beckon to the two little guys, with an imperceptible gentle smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Daddy, my brother said we're going to sleep here at night," Xiao Qing'er ran over and threw herself on Sima Xuan's lap, leaning her soft body against her daddy's lap, flirting cutely: "Yes Really?"

"..." The young prince glanced at Xun Run and Cao Hui each, then picked up the child and put it on his lap in an unskilled posture, and rubbed the child's cheeks as lightly as possible with his rough hands Fa Ding: "Then Qing'er wants to stay here with Waiwai?"

"Of course Qing'er is thinking about it," Xiao Qing'er tugged at her ears, and murmured, "But Waiwai is sick, Qinger can't disturb Waiwai's rest at night."

Over there, Sima Huan was holding in his arms a wriggling wooden snake given by his aunt Qing Jia, and snuggled up to Cao Hui obediently, "Maybe it's because my sister is worried that she will wet the bed at night."

"..." Xiao Qing'er lowered her head and pointed at her fingers, "Brother is so annoying, he still falls off the bed at night..."

Xun Run was amused by the two children's dismantling each other, he smiled kindly, and his pale face seemed to be a little bloody because of this, "Xiao Qing'er, Xiao Qing'er, this child's small mouth is so clever It is said that Xiao's mother is the son, and Xiao's father is the daughter, but it seems that Huan'er's temperament is more like the prince's."

As he said that, Xun Run narrowed his eyes even more as he looked at the twins: "But in terms of appearance, Qing'er followed her father more. Do you still remember what you looked like when you were a child?"

Although I don't know why Xun Gong suddenly recalled the past, Sima Xuan still answered: "The past is too long and too long, and I don't remember what I look like, probably... maybe I have some similarities with him. .”

After all, Bing'er is his half-sister, and her child may be somewhat similar to him in appearance, Sima Xuan is not sure.

"Master," Grandma Jia said from under the door, walking inside: "It's time to take your medicine."

"I have to take medicine again," Xun Run sighed heavily, shook his head with a helpless smile, and said to the family of four in front of him: "It's getting late, and the princes should go back and let them go back and rest. I'll take it." After taking the medicine, I will settle down," he said, looking at Cao Hui who insisted on staying here, and said, "Your mother Jia is still here, don't worry, go."

Xun Run insisted, Sima Xuan and Cao Hui had no choice but to obey, each holding a little guy in his hand and leaving together.

After walking out of the north courtyard, the little man led by Sima Xuan suddenly shook her father's big hand, and asked without confidence: "Daddy, Qing'er wants to sleep with you at night, is that okay?"

"..." Sima Xuan, who was looking down at his daughter, heard the words, raised his other hand to touch his breathless nose, and finally chose to look up at Cao Hui.

"Boys and girls don't share seats until they are seven years old." Cao Hui held Sima Huan by the arm, tilted his head and smiled warmly: "The children are only six years old now, so it's not impossible for them to sleep with their parents."

Sima Xuan: "..." Can I say that I am not happy?

Forget it, Jinglinghou shook his head secretly, his wife and children are his own, so he should pamper them.

The author has something to say:

The original meaning of the word "adult" was not to address officials, but to address elders such as parents, such as "father", "mother", and "father-in-law", so Sima Xuan called Xun Run "" "Adult" does not mean that Xun Run is the chief assistant, but that Xun Gong is her "father-in-law".

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