Rong Xuan

"It's just this way, thank you for your hard work, Yuanchu."

Thinking about it with my fingers, Cao Hui has never really called her name or words in the nearly ten years since her marriage in the sixth year of Jingchu to the present.

Now that the "Yuanchu" is called out, it is just a few simple words of Cao Hui. Sima Xuan's heart seems to have been taken from the icy and snowy northern border to Yunzhou, which is like spring all the year round. The bloody icicles in her heart seemed to melt all at once.

The ice balls melted into a warm current, flowing along the veins to the whole body, warming the icy cold of thousands of muscles and bones, and turning the unknown solitary battle.

Happiness is naturally irresistible, Sima Xuanwu grinned to himself, showing two pointed canine teeth playfully and cutely, even the narrow and long eyes were bent into crescent moons with joy.

So, she replied: "...um."

This is Sima Xuan, even though there are thousands of ups and downs in his heart, they can only be transformed into a flat and normal "um".Or I don't know when, this person has long been used to accepting everything alone and digesting it silently.

Cao Hui nodded without making a sound, his face was covered by plain veil, making it impossible to see his expression.

Sima Xuan, who was still grinning, raised his eyes to look at Cao Hui, but inadvertently glanced at the dressing table by the window, and his eyes suddenly sank—there was nothing on it, even what should have been The bronze mirrors that were often placed on them were put away.

Putting down the teacup and approaching Cao Hui a few steps away, his hoarse voice trembled slightly, as if trying to suppress something: "What are you going to do?"

Not allowing Cao Hui to explain, Sima Xuan instinctively grabbed the opponent's slender wrist.

The originally bright eyes dimmed suddenly, and the knuckles of Sima Xuan's grasping Cao Hui's wrist turned white: "Don't you still want to avenge your father and brother? I still live in wealth and glory, with good food and drink. Have you let me off, the culprit?"

Cao Hui didn't make a sound, let alone explain. She just suppressed the pain in her wrist and calmly looked at the person in front of her who was trying to suppress her grievance and anger.

Silence for a while.

Between the two of them, apart from Sima Xuan's faintly angry but cautious breathing, the rest is only the poem by Shi Xian Taibai - I knew it would be so staggering, Why didn't we know each other at the beginning.

"I'm not leaving," Sima Xuan suddenly let go of Cao Hui, changing his expression and emotions just now, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Duanfang Junhou, who has always been cold and kind-hearted, turned out to be a rogue generously. Cao Hui was caught off guard by Sima Xuan's unreasonable trick.

I saw Sima Xuan bent over and pulled a stool over, took off his cloak and sat in front of Cao Hui, and accidentally knocked Cao Hui's down with his knee.

This guy is very confident: "From now until the wedding in summer next year, I will be where you are."

After thinking about it, he added: "Never mind the bullshit rules and dogma, I don't follow that set, if you drive me away, then I'll go to Xun Gong to file a complaint!"

"You..." Cao Hui choked, and didn't know what to refute, so he had to pick his nails uneasily with his hands hidden in his sleeves.

After holding back, she could only pretend to be fierce, gritted her teeth and said, "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

He took off the Moyu wrench on his left thumb and stuffed it to Cao Hui, and then neatly pulled out a dagger from his boot and stuffed it into her hand.

Sima Xuan tilted his head and smiled, with a thin scar on his forehead, looking pure and kind: "Kill me, and then take this and let Yuyan take you to Wuyaotang to find Sima Huaiying. We'll settle it once and never owe each other again."

"Can you kill people?" Seeing Cao Hui's timid eyes, Sima Xuan smiled so much that he showed two cute canine teeth, raised his hand and stroked the side of his neck, his voice was hoarse and slightly nasal: "First cut here, Uh... Forget it, if this happens blood will spurt out of Lao Gao, so it won’t be good to scare you.”

As she spoke, she grabbed Cao Hui's hand that was forced to hold the dagger, and gently pressed the sharp tip of the dagger to her lungs.

The words were lingering, like whispers between lovers: "Let's poke here, go down with a knife, and you will die in just two or three sips of tea. You won't scare you with too much blood, and you don't have to be afraid that I will startle others by yelling." , kill two birds with one stone."

Cao Hui's hand holding the dagger trembled more and more. The dagger was so sharp that it tore through the brocade robe in Sima Xuan's abdomen just by the shaking.

Covering her face with a simple veil, Cao Hui bit her lips firmly——she had been thinking about this scene for many years, but now, unexpectedly, unexpectedly...

"If you don't want to do it," Sima Xuan's smile became brighter, and he finally had the appearance of the bright young man Cao Hui once knew: "You don't want to do it, Hui——"

Before he could finish saying "Hui'er", the rest of the words disappeared, and his bright smile gradually disappeared. Sima Xuan blinked, and his eyes followed the tears on Cao Hui's face——that Xuan who cut iron like mud The iron dagger had already sunk into his belly.

"Now, okay... okay..." The expression on his face gradually calmed down, raising his hand, Sima Xuan tried to wipe away the continuous tears on Cao Hui's face, and finally couldn't say a word: "One knife can kill all kindness and hatred." , if I die, you...you start over, and then..."

Again, what?Sima Xuan couldn't say anything more.

Cao Hui took off the plain gauze that always covered his face, tried his best to restrain himself, and let himself calmly watch Sima Xuan fall from the stool due to blood loss.

Pain, pleasure, fear, worry, many kinds of emotions surged up, and a smile gradually appeared on Cao Yuanrong's face covered with tears, and all the grievances and grievances mixed in the past seven years were released at this moment.

Night, silent.

/ / /

The first time Sima Xuan killed someone was when he was ten years old.

He joined the Northern Army when he was eight years old. Because he was too young, he was assigned to help the cooks in the kitchen camp, or occasionally helped them grind herbs at the military doctor, because these were relatively safe jobs and would not be easily lost. killed.

On the battlefield, swords and guns have no eyes, and the brothers in the northern border army were afraid that something might happen to the fifth young master, so they always secretly protected Sima Xuan everywhere, but his father Sima Xiu personally transferred her to the camp guarding the city at the Yueyue Pass.

My father said that there are no cowards in the Sima family. The children of the Sima family are born to belong to the battlefield. Regardless of age, they are born as soldiers and die as soldiers.

Emperor Huishun'an did not change the Yuan after inheriting the throne of the Tai/Zu, and directly used the reign name of Wanshou. In October of the last year of his reign, that is, in October of the 31st year of Wanshou, Sima Xuan was ten years old.

This year, the Tuhatushe tribe, the most powerful of the Huns, took advantage of the fact that Emperor Chao was seriously ill and Chao people were vying for the position of heir. The warriors of the sky ran all the way across the Ziker grassland and launched a full-scale attack on the main defense line of the Northern Frontier Army.

The connection with the wing armies on the left and right was cut off, and Sima Xuan's grandfather, Sima Zhen, the commander of the northern border army, was besieged on the city of Duyueguan.

Sima Zhen wore a filial piety on his head and a battle flag on his body. The blood of the enemy made the Wuhen sword in his hand slippery and impossible to hold.

It was a battle to defend the city that was recorded in the annals of the Chao Kingdom.

The main city, Duyueguan City, has become a veritable meat grinder.

In half a month, he overcame more than a hundred attacks by the Huns. In order to hold back the main force of the Huns and buy time for the reinforcements, Sima Xuan, a child who couldn't even hold a waist knife, was thrown onto the city wall.

The enemy soldiers climbed up the ladder, and the first thing they saw was the little Sima Xuan running over to deliver arrow clusters to his comrades.

The young Xiongnu soldier was stunned for a moment, then jumped in from the ladder, and slashed at the child in front of him with his blood-stained scimitar.

"Get away!" With a quick reminder, a young archer who had taught young Sima Xuanxue archery threw away his long bow and rushed towards him.

Before the scimitar split Sima Xuan's head, the archers threw the Hun soldiers aside with all their might.

The scimitar was knocked away, and the sharp point of the knife brushed Sima Xuan's forehead and flew to the side, and the two soldiers fell to the ground.

Sima Xuan's forehead was scratched by the knife point, and blood flowed into his eyes along the skin texture. The ten-year-old Sima Xuan sat on the ground paralyzed by the scene just now.

"...Gun, take the gun!" The archer who was entangled with the Xiongnu soldiers was crushed by the enemy and strangled his throat. Sima Xuan roared: "Xuan! Take the gun!"

The sound of "take the gun" was full of fury to kill the enemy, and it was enough to call Sima Xuan back to his senses. Sima Xuan and the soldier brother who saved him looked at each other. Not knowing where the strength came from, he picked up the red tasseled gun that fell at his feet and shot it. rushed over.

The archer took the opportunity to lead the enemy sideways, allowing Sima Xuan's shot to penetrate the back of the Xiongnu soldier impartially.

At that time, Sima Xuan realized that the sound of iron piercing bones was crisp, and the enemy's blood splashed on his face and hands was also hot...

Chao Guo won that battle.

At the cost of leading generals Sima Zhen, right deputy general Chang Zhanhui, generals Sima Ting, Sima Lei, Sima Lin, major generals Sima Yi and Sima Dai, and more than half of the casualties of the northern army—in exchange for Tuhatu The She tribe was almost wiped out, and the Xiongnu had no power to approach the territory of Chao State within three years.

Later, Sima Xiu, who stood out from the first sons, inherited the mantle of his father Sima Zhen, and became the new commander of the Northern Frontier Army. After the war ended, everything began to recover slowly.

But Sima Xuan seemed to have fallen into an abyss where there was no light at all, and he couldn't get out no matter how hard he climbed.

After the war, she jumped into the stream and river to take a bath almost every day in the middle of the night, but she couldn't wash off the bloody smell on her body.

Her hands began to tremble, she began to have nightmares, and she began to suffer from insomnia. That kind of fear literally overflowed from the cracks in her bones, continuous and unstoppable.

The Hun soldier she killed was not very old, he looked about the same age as the brothers in the northern army who held him on horseback and played all day long, and when she pulled the iron gun out of him, he Staring at himself so straightly, he couldn't even catch his last breath.

……

"Save people!" The person in the nightmare woke up suddenly, and the fear extending from the dream drove her to utter these two words dryly.

Looking left and right, the flowery and auspicious patterns carved on the top of the bed tent are familiar to her. This is the bed she usually sleeps on - she is lying in the Chongguang courtyard of the Jinglinghou Mansion.

Sima Xuan touched the clothes on his body under the quilt, except for the pain in the abdomen that gradually spread to his consciousness, everything else seemed to be normal.

and many more!

Feeling the thick bandaged wound on his abdomen through his shirt, Sima Xuan's heart suddenly rose to his throat—who bandaged his wound? ! !

"Yo, I finally woke up." Sima Ren, who was squatting on the carpet and playing Luban locks with the twins, got up and walked over after hearing the movement from the side of the bed: "It's really not worth dying, not dying."

Sima Ren sat on the stool beside the bed, stretched out his hand to feel the temperature of Sima Xuan's forehead, remembering the order not to cut the pulse, and forcibly resisted not giving Sima Xuan the pulse.

"Daddy, you've been sleeping for a long time. Daddy, do you want to drink water?" Xiao Qing'er ran over with her short legs, and lay on the edge of the bed to hold Sima Xuan's hand. Daddy brings water to drink."

Sima Qing's two chubby hands were small and fleshy, with warm and soft palms. She held Sima Xuan's cold hand, and slowly handed a shot of warmth to Sima Xuan.

Behind Sima Qing, Sima Huan naturally followed. He just looked at Sima Xuan who was lying there with concern, without saying a word.

Sima Xuan gently moved the fingers held by his daughter, and smiled weakly at the two of them: "Xiao Qing'er is good, let's be with my brother..." He swallowed, and his voice was dry: "Follow Yuyan, let's go out to play. "

After Yuyan took the twins out, Sima Ren poured a cup of hot water to feed Sima Xuan, and couldn't help but joked: "It's just a coincidence, the blade is stabbed a little bit, it hurts a little, but I still haven't been able to take the life of the Lord of Jingling—drink slowly..."

"Cough..." Sima Xuan swallowed the last sip of water, his throat felt better, and the sense of taste in his dry mouth finally recovered, and he immediately ordered Sima Ren with his narrow eyes, his voice hoarse and nasal: " Come on, get some meat to eat, I'm too hungry to talk."

Sima Ren nodded cheerfully, and immediately asked Liu Sheng to bring a cup of porridge.

Sima Xuan: "..."

He raised his eyes and looked at Sima Ren meaningfully——uncle, he was stabbed alone, and his life was still alive. After waking up, shouldn’t he make up for it? What's the matter!

"Don't pick your mouth and don't want to eat. This is the food arranged for you by the person who personally ordered me. I dare not disobey the grassroots." Sima Ren deliberately bit the word "that" and slightly tilted Sima Xuan's head. Raise it up a little bit, "What's the matter, do you eat it yourself or the grass people feed you?"

Sima Xuan raised his arm, resigned to his fate, and let Sima Ren, the youngest son of his uncle Sima Lin, feed him porridge.

"Where is she?" Sima Xuan slowly chewed the white porridge in his mouth. The white rice was sweet and soft, quite delicious, and it was quite moist in his stomach after eating it.

"After bandaging your wound, Fang was picked up by the Xun family's carriage as soon as he cooked the porridge. He is probably being trained in front of Xun Shoufu now." Sima Ren fed Sima Xuan the white porridge in the celadon porridge spoon , finally couldn't hold back the curiosity in my heart, and asked: "Then what are you two doing now, stabbing and then giving you sugar? No, stabbing and cooking porridge, and then continuing to torture each other?"

"Uncle Huaiying is worrying too much." The porridge was a little hot, and Sima Xuan squinted his eyes and hissed his mouth, so the words sounded a bit hesitant: "She has always been thoughtful, this knife, she is not really want my life..."

She wants me to use this as evidence to let go of my guilt towards her. She doesn't owe me anything, and she doesn't want me to owe her anything.

After all, these latter words were not uttered by Sima Xuanduo who didn't like to express too much.

After eating porridge and taking medicine, Sima Ren pushed Sima Xuan back to lie down on the grounds that the injured should rest more.

Sima Xuan fell into a coma for several days. Although she was not too sleepy after waking up, her eyes were so heavy that she felt as if a heavy weight had been placed on them, so she simply closed her eyes and fell asleep.

After closing his eyes, the pain in his abdomen seemed to be magnified countless times, the pain was so painful that Sima Xuan wanted to grin and scold his mother.

The most instinctive reaction of a person should probably be the most primitive, so in the boundless pain, Sima Xuan thought of a pair of eyes with moles of tears.

Once, on a rest day, when there was heavy snow falling outside, she would sit by the fire and read a book in the study, but someone held a crumpled military book and looked at her with eyes full of tears. , asked her a question that has not been answered so far.

The man asked: "The sage said that soldiers are weapons of murder, but Sun Tzu said that soldiers are the most important weapon of the country, the place of death and life, and the way of survival. You are a general guarding the border, and you should have an understanding of this that is beyond ordinary people." If you think about it, then you say, is this soldier good or bad for the country and the people?"

It was at that time that Sima Xuan finally began to think secretly—is Cao Yuanrong to himself, or to himself to Cao Yuanrong, is it good or bad?

It's just that Fleeting Years is so cruel, it will change positions at the slightest hesitation, and it will teach people that it is hard to turn back.

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