Rong Xuan

At first, because his father and brother were implicated and exiled in a disguised form because of the crime of treason, Cao Hui didn't know how embarrassing his situation was during his nearly seven years in Wan'an Temple, let alone how difficult Sima Xuan's situation was. .

It’s just that Cao Hui never imagined that Sima Xuan, Marquis of Jingling, who was a soldier of the Xiongnu without a fight with a long sword without a trace, and who shocked the sixteen prefectures in the northern border at the age of 17, would be killed by his own father. Persecuted to such a state!

"I'm the one who got you in trouble, and it's me..." In the corner of Chongguang Courtyard, Cao Hui leaned weakly on the armrest of the chair, and the blood on his face, half of his face destroyed by the fire, faded away.

She raised her hand and grabbed one of Sima Xuan's wrists, her eyes were wet with tears because of the bloody vomiting, and the scars on her face were horrific because of the pain: "To this day, I don't understand, Why are you still unwilling to let go of your original obsession?"

"I……"

"Hehe," a chuckle interrupted Sima Xuan's words, Cao Hui stared closely at Sima Xuan's dark eyes, every word seemed to poke into Sima Xuan's soft heart, and decided in every possible way: "North Major general of the Jing army, how can you take the head of the Xiongnu Shanyu in the tens of thousands of troops? What if you are invincible with your blade pointing at you? I caohui doesn't like it, but I don't like it, from the beginning to the end!"

Sima Xuan remained expressionless.

As if she could not understand those words, she poured a cup of hot water and handed it to Cao Hui, her voice was hoarse and slightly nasal: "You vomited a few times just now, you should drink some hot water, the stomach may feel better, Also, if you can't see that bloody scene, then don't..."

"Why do you have to pretend to be a good person in front of me?" Cao Hui waved the water glass handed to him and flew away, and finally smiled coldly: "Because I have never had it, so I am not reconciled? - That's good! I give you!"

As Cao Hui's words were spoken, she tore off the clothes in front of her with all her strength, stood up and rushed towards Sima Xuan who was standing beside her, as if the prostitute in the Qinlou Chu Pavilion Gou Lan Washe had seen the generous benefactor .

Cao Hui was born in a noble and famous family, and the etiquette and upbringing even the empress of the middle palace never found fault. What she is doing now is not some kind of lewd/slutty act by Meng Lang, but to anger Sima Xuan—married since she was 16 years old Until Cao Hui's "death" in the Wan'an Temple fire, this man called Sima Xuan never touched himself beyond the rules.

She didn't dare to touch this person, so she wanted to use this to provoke him.

"Are you crazy?!" Sima Xuan swiftly took two steps back, tearing off his black cloak in a blink of an eye to wrap Cao Hui who was rushing towards him.

The handsome face of the young prince, who was always expressionless, finally loosened a different expression because of Cao Hui's move.

It wasn't anger or anger—it was a kind of depression, with unspeakable pain and joy of fulfillment—Sima Xuan actually took advantage of the momentum of Cao Hui's rush, and directly held the person in his arms.

"I know you hate me, and I know you hate me even more," Sima Xuan lowered his head, buried his face gently into Cao Hui's thin neck and shoulders, and wrapped his arms around the person who was about to struggle, always flat Wu Bo's voice trembled faintly, as low as a whisper: "But let me hug you for a while, Hui'er, just hug me for a while..."

These words, spoken so humblely and even pleadingly, made Cao Hui, who was about to struggle out of Sima Xuan's arms, stand dumbly in place.

She obediently remained motionless, but her gaze passed Sima Xuan and landed on an empty place in the room far away.

After taking a few breaths, feeling the warm smell from Sima Xuan and the man's uncontrollable trembling, the half-moon-shaped but irregular scar on Cao Hui's cheekbone on the right cheek, because of her facial expression And squeezed together.

She laughed silently, smiling, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Xitian Buddha said that when one does not enter into life and death, when one realizes the law, one has never had it.

People in the world say that life is like everywhere, it should be Feihong stepping on slush.

Cao Hui's mind was blank for a moment.

All of a sudden, all the emotions accumulated in the past seven years were magnified to the limit in this sudden hug, as if a hundred thousand scimitar cavalry came rumbling from the flat grassland in Zikor.

At the end of the galloping horses, everything just quietly returned to calm again.

The son said in Sichuan: The deceased is like a husband, and will not give up day and night.

After giving up struggling, it became an extremely easy task to push Sima Xuan away, and it didn't cost Cao Hui a single bit of strength.

Taking a few steps back, retreating from Sima Xuan's not-so-strong arms, Cao Hui looked at the man with his head bowed in front of him, his heart seemed to be bleeding, and his chest hurt so badly that he was panting. She was out of breath, but she raised the corners of her mouth and smiled at Sima Xuan again.

Cao Hui smiled and said, "Sima Yuanchu, you are so disgusting."

When he swears at Sima Xuan without knowing what is good or bad, and pokes Sima Xuan's wounds again and again, Cao Hui feels that no matter how good-tempered this person is and how gentle his personality is, he will eventually get tired of it , will drive her away.

And as long as he was kicked out of the Jingling Marquis Mansion, Sima Xuan's situation would immediately improve. At least, Sima Xuan would no longer have to confront his father in order to protect her, an outsider.

As long as this grievance can pass, she, Cao Yuanrong, will really be able to reappear as a ruthless and hard-hearted avenger - against Sima Yimen, revenge for revenge, revenge for injustice.

"Yes... yes... yes..." Sima Xuan lowered her head and repeated yes, she staggered back a few steps, and accidentally knocked down a small round stool, her voice was hoarse and slightly nasal : "I know how dirty I am, you don't have to say it anymore..."

Sima Xuan looked down at his hands, curled his mouth as if trying to make a laugh, but he couldn't in the end.

She looked at the hem of her clothes, called Yuyan who was waiting outside the door with a warm voice, and said, "I think the Haitang Courtyard has already been cleaned up, so you can take her there to rest."

"Yes, master." Yuyan bowed her knees to Sima Xuan, walked over with a windbreaker to protect against the cold, and put it on Cao Hui, who was tightly wrapped by Sima Xuan's coat: "Madam, let's go over."

When Yuyan supported Cao Hui to leave, Sima Xuan's legs gave way and he fell powerlessly to the ground.

The sky had not yet dawned, and Liu Sheng who was waiting outside hadn't put down his vigilance. He rushed in after hearing a voice from the room, but saw Sima Xuan was sitting on the ground.

"Master?" Liu Sheng cupped his fists and tentatively called Sima Xuan with red eyes.

Sima Xuan leaned on the round-bellied stool that she had knocked over just now, and when she saw Liu Sheng, she pointed her heart at her heart with her index finger, and said in a low voice, "Liu Sheng, I'm not a cold iron, Here, it will hurt too..."

/ / /

At the same time, Bengzhou, a hundred miles away——

Zhao Qingjia, the owner of Yongjia County, has been wandering in this humble small state capital with people for more than ten days. As before, she only received a little bit of clues and hurried over, but she still couldn't find the inexplicable person. The missing Feng Qingcheng.

That silly girl who is always reckless, careless, and used by her own brother has been missing for almost two years, and she, Zhao Qingjia, has been looking for her for almost two years, all over the world, but she has never been found. .

"Do you also feel that you can't find it?" Princess Yongjia was holding a bottle of cold wine in her hand, lying half sideways on the window sill of her room on the second floor of the inn, with a cold smile on the corners of her eyes and brows.

The window facing the street was wide open, and the cold wind at dawn rushed in like a knife blade, filling Princess Yongjia's thin sleeves without hesitation, scratching the cheek of the person by the window, but she As if he didn't feel it, he drank one cup after another of cold wine.

Then, Princess Yongjia's eyes flashed, and she turned to look at the man in black who was a few steps away.

Zhao Qingjia, the lord of Dongxiang County's fiefdom, Yongjia County, seemed to be quite interested. She turned the empty wine bottle in her hand, and raised her eyebrows at the other party in a lonely and arrogant way: "Why don't you talk? Your master is always talking. Say you want to help me, hey, let me just say a word, I won't commit crimes to you every now and then..."

"Your Majesty has already given me to you, and you are the master." The man in black holding the Wuhen waist knife interrupted Princess Yongjia's words, the man in black spoke slowly, his voice was as clear as a cold spring in the mountains, and it was piercing.

Princess Yongjia was taken aback for a moment, then shook her head and laughed.

She closed the window, sat back at the round table and poured out two glasses of wine. She put one in front of her, and pushed the other towards the man in black: "Since you have already said that I am your master, why don't you still say that I am your master?" Would you like to tell me your real name?"

The person in black seems to lower her eyes, because standing at the corner where light and darkness intersect, half of her body is hidden in the thick and boundless darkness, her whole body is cold, wrapped in a kind of cruelty and absoluteness from the underworld , making people daunting.

After a moment of silence, the tall and slender man in black bowed his hands to Princess Yongjia, and returned to his own boundless darkness, as if he had never existed from the beginning to the end.

"Tsk, you, you hide when you say something wrong..." Princess Yongjia grabbed the wine cup in front of her and drank it down in one gulp, her cheeks and ears were slightly pink, as if she was drunk.

She stood up unsteadily, stretched out her hand to support her forehead, she didn't know what to think of, only heard a few low laughs in the quiet room.

Also drunk, he walked all the way to the bed behind the partition.

"Do you think I don't know your name? Haha, your master Sima Yuanchu has already told me, you call it the sixteenth, the sixteenth of the sixteenth of the twelfth lunar month..."

Princess Yongjia lay down to rest, maybe because she was drunk, or because of other reasons, she soon fell into a deep sleep.

A faint ray of light could already be seen in the eastern sky, and the lamps in the room were all extinguished after they were burned out.

A moment later, at the time when day and night alternated, the agile Shiliu quietly walked out of the darkness of the hiding place.

She didn't do anything else, but tiptoed to Princess Yongjia's bed, picked up the quilt that was kicked to the ground, and covered the sleeping person again.

He tried his best to be the most careful in this life of a hidden guard killer.

Perhaps because darkness can give people courage, Shiliu boldly looked at the hazy silhouette of Princess Yongjia in the night with the faint light coming in from the window.

Shiliu didn't know what kind of end point it was to be worthy of the ups and downs of this princess empress who was built of wealth and splendor.

She stood quietly beside the bed, her expression was gloomy, and she thought that she would never mention a word of some words that she had never said before in this life.

Sixteen raised his hand to hold the handle of the knife at his waist, rubbed his rough index finger back and forth on the handle a few times, and finally gave up the idea of ​​putting Princess Yongjia's extended arm back into the quilt, turned and left room.

Everything is destined, no one can help.

As a human being, no matter rich or poor, his destiny can change at will, and he has never been able to control himself. Even Jing Linghou, who is envied by the world and has achieved success and fame, cannot escape.

What's more, for such a small person whose life is worthless, he can't control anything.

……

Princess Yongjia woke up again in the afternoon of the next day, she had a severe headache, her mouth was dry and her throat was itchy.

She guessed that it was probably because of the cold wind blowing and the cold wine before dawn, the cold would catch the cold, and it would pass after a while.

She got up from the bed, shuffled out of the partition, and found that the room was empty.

"...Hey, come out for a while, I have something to tell you," Princess Yongjia sat down on the stool, her mind was dazed and her hands and feet were weak.

After a while, there was still no one there, and Princess Yongjia said in a hoarse voice to the air, "Sixteen? Are you not there?"

The empty room was still empty. The woman who was always dressed in black and held a Wuhen waist knife in her arms did not appear in front of Princess Yongjia as usual.

It seemed that she was really gone, Princess Yongjia poured herself a cup of hot water and drank it slowly, but she was a little doubtful in her heart.

Simaxuan sent Sixteen to follow him to protect her safety, but now that she is sitting here, where did that guy go?

Princess Yongjia propped her forehead, and subconsciously raised her beautiful willow eyebrows. Since Shiliu was sent to her side by Sima Xuan two years ago, this was the first time she saw this situation. It was fresh and fresh.

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