Rong Xuan

Sima Xuan had a high fever once at night, and after finally falling asleep, he was caught in a nightmare again. He wrenched his arm out from under the quilt, waved his hands indiscriminately, and said "Hui'er" in a daze.

The hoarse voice was full of desperate pain, and Cao Hui's heart tightened when he heard it.

Huier.

Huier.

"Hui'er, for my father, I got a new authentic work by Mr. Wudaozi. How about my son come and taste it with my father?"

"Hui'er, you little monkey, if you continue to be lazy and cunning and don't learn how to sew well, I'll see if your mother won't ask your brother to punish you to go to the study to learn the rules..."

"Hui'er, Hui'er, my parents have gone to the palace to visit my aunt, you change your clothes, my brother will quietly take you out to play, hurry up..."

Father’s smile, mother’s exhortation, and elder brother’s love, when I think about it now, the scene seems like a lifetime ago, and Cao Hui closed his eyes heavily—it was the late spring and early summer when grass grows and warblers fly, and Du Qi Hou Simaxiu leads the army Cao's family was stained with blood.

Gone, all gone, those who always called her Huier, those who loved her in every possible way, went to the underworld together, leaving her alone, lingering on her last breath in this noisy world of mortals Became a wandering lonely ghost.

"Crying?" Sima Xuan, who was struggling to wake up from the nightmare, saw Cao Hui raising her hand to wipe away her tears at first sight. The corners of her mouth curled slightly, and she said in a low voice: "Just now in my dream, you are also like this Crying like that, I can't coax you no matter what, and I was really scolded by the big sister—look at the sweat that scared me."

"Your Majesty just wakes up," Cao Hui stood up from his chair, and walked slowly to the bed, his voice still nasal: "Are you really sweating?"

Sima Xuan moved his arms, and found that the quilt was tightly covering her body, and she was a little out of breath under the direct pressure.

"Well, I did sweat all over." My body was sticky and I felt uncomfortable no matter what.

"It's almost Yin time, Junhou, let's sleep again. If you sweat tonight, you'll be fine tomorrow. If so, I'll go back to the house." Cao Hui reached out and touched Sima Xuan's forehead, nodded, and closed the bed Curtain, turned and left.

"Hui'er!" Sima Xuan called Cao Hui in time, lifted the bed curtain and sat up.

Cao Hui, who had her back to the bed, stopped. She heard the person behind her say in a gentle and hoarse voice slowly: "A person used to say that the defense of the northern border ends with war, and the hatred of border people But they can only exchange blood for blood... Regarding the catastrophe of the Cao family eight years ago, if you have to find a life-defying person now, what do you think of me?"

"I know that my life is worthless. I am always being plotted and guarded by others while I am alive. I am always worried and trembling. If I die, I will live in peace." Sima Xuan smiled softly, only daring to look at Cao Hui. Where he was missing, he stared greedily and restrainedly at her back.

Sima Xuan said: "But you are different. There are still people in this world who miss you. There are still people... There are still people waiting for you. The truth you want is in my hands. I will give it to you. You put aside the grievances and grievances of the past. Obsession, let me send you away, okay?...Of course, as long as you agree to leave, you will definitely receive news of my death within a month or so after leaving."

Cao Hui took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She felt like a big stone was pressed against her heart, making it hard for her to breathe.

She turned around and returned to Sima Xuan with a faint smile, her eyebrows and eyes unchanged, "Why did you say such self-deprecating words? Although you have left the Northern Frontier Army, as long as Jinglinghou is here, the Huns will never stop." If you dare to attack rashly, the life of the prince is as heavy as Mount Tai."

"I promised your father and brother that I will protect you in this life, so no matter what you want to do, you can't avoid me." Sima Xuan got off the bed and stood on the ground with bare feet, not daring to approach Cao Hui , "However, although I am stupid, I also know what you want-whether Cao Shoufu really conspired to force the palace, whether the right general really supported the soldiers, whether your uncles and cousins ​​really Participated in it, Cao Hui, things have changed now, times have changed, you should know that these are not the most important—"

"I know," Cao Hui interrupted Sima Xuan, his eyebrows drooping slightly... so desperate: "The important thing is that someone wants the Cao family to perish."

"You know who that person is!" Sima Xuan trembled with his hands hanging by his side, "So what do you think you can do? Find out the truth and clear the wrong for your Cao family? Or let him tell you, the Cao family? The orphan bows his head and admits his mistake? He can't agree, and you can't force him to agree with your strength, so you choose to cooperate with him, choose to help him solve the current situation that is too balanced, and help him clean up the Sima family and the Zhang family. Let him pave the way for his son—but Cao Hui!"

Sima Xuan shook her head lightly, the mist in her eyes blurred her tender vision in her smile, "What can you get in the end?"

Cao Hui smiled calmly, his voice trembling, as if he was holding back something: "I don't need you to worry about this, now that you have made it clear, then I don't have to put on such a pretense anymore. I'm very tired, let's go back to the house first, and say goodbye."

Turning around and striding away, two lines of tears fell silently like threads.

Sima Xuan, what you said is certainly true, but—what you want is for your father to be safe and sound. What I want is for Sima Xiu to pay with his blood. He personally ruined my family. How can I let him spend the rest of his life in peace?

Everything I owe you cannot be repaid. If I am still alive in the end, Cao Yuanrong will just let me deal with it.

……

After dawn, on the second day of the Lunar New Year, the daughter-in-laws of the younger generations of the Sima family all went back to their natal homes, and the main mansion was lively for a while.

It was estimated that around the same time, before the Sima family's cousins, cousins, cousins ​​and husbands came to Xikua mansion to visit Jinglinghou, Fushoutang sent the most powerful mother Ye over, saying that they would invite Cao Hui to come over Use lunch.

Sima Xuan naturally wanted to follow.

"Look so closely, I won't eat your daughter-in-law," the old lady sat at the round table, and waved away all the maids and women in the room, leaving only Mother Ye and Yuyan beside her, with the same side as the one on the left. Sima Xuan said, "How is the injury on your body? I heard from your big cousin Shulun that the knife happened to be stabbed in your stomach-this whole body, the stomach is the most difficult to heal. , but the stabbing is good, you have to remember it for a lifetime."

Sima Xuan: "..."

After all, the old matriarch shifted his eyes to the right side, and looked kindly at Cao Hui, who covered his face with plain gauze, "Remember in the future, when you strike harder, it's best to just let him lie on the couch, Yuan Allow."

"Old, old matriarch!" Cao Hui stood up abruptly in astonishment, subconsciously looking at Sima Xuan.

Sima Xuan: "..."

"You don't have to be surprised, I didn't tell me at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty. Come on, sit down, sit down," the old lady took Cao Hui's hand, and the tentacles touched the scar on the palm of Cao Hui's hand, and the distress in her eyes was real.

"Other people can't recognize you, how can I not recognize you? That year in the Marquis of Chang'an, their father and son were stationed in the north, and my wife had a stroke and was bedridden. You were the first to find Huaiying to treat me. Your stepmother happened to be 'infected with wind and cold' and was bedridden, so you took care of me for more than three months in front of the sick bed in disheveled clothes, child, how could I not recognize you..."

The old lady's eyes were red as she spoke, and her two warm and dry hands held Cao Hui tightly, trembling uncontrollably, feeling extremely distressed, "It's just that I have wronged you all these years, Yuanrong, it's our Sima family who I have wronged you..."

"Grandmother..." The old matriarch warmed Weiliang's hand, and seeing the old matriarch's genuine concern, Cao Hui's eyes finally turned red.

"I, Yuanrong, don't cry, don't cry," the old lady patted Cao Hui's hand reassuringly, turned her head to change the expression on her face to gnashing of teeth, and waved her hand towards Sima Xuan's head: "You stinking Boy, I want you to bully Yuanrong, bully me Yuanrong, see if I don’t fight—oh, how dare you hide? Where are you hiding—”

"Grandma, grandma, don't get angry, grandma..." Cao Hui hurriedly stood up, stood in front of Sima Xuan, and kindly stopped the grandmother who was handy at beating his grandson: "Grandma, she still has injuries... ..."

Behind Cao Hui, Sima Xuan secretly and triumphantly raised a bright smile at the old lady with a slightly sick face.

Only then did the old lady pretend to spare Sima Xuan, and continued to hold Cao Hui's hand, "The cousins ​​at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty were having reunion dinners with their parents, you and the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty are staying here today to accompany you How is my wife?"

Cao Hui subconsciously turned his head to look at Sima Xuan, but this guy avoided looking at him, so he could only respond: "It's good that we don't disturb the purity of grandma."

Mama Ye ordered dinner, filled a small round table to the brim, and dismissed the servants who set the meal, leaving only Mama Ye and Yuyan in the room to wait.

Because he wanted to eat, Cao Hui reported to the old matriarch, and took off the plain gauze covering his face.

On a clean face, an irregular dark red scar terribly tangled on the right cheek, making this fairy-like person no longer what he used to be.

"Your karma from your previous life!" The old matriarch couldn't help knocking Sima Xuan with his chopsticks: "If you dare to bully Yuanrong, I'll take your skin off!"

"I don't know who is bullying whom..." Sima Xuan half-dodged, humming and chirping and knocking the old lady twice.

The old lady put down her chopsticks, raised her hand, and moved a piece of fried meat that Mother Ye specially placed in front of Sima Xuan to Cao Hui: "Yuanrong, come, let's eat!"

Sima Xuan: "..."

Her favorite cumin fried pork.

After lunch, the old matriarch left Sima Xuan to drink tea alone in the Mingtang, and he took Cao Hui to chat in a private room. Sima Xuan always wondered if he would be betrayed by his own grandmother just like this.

I don't know how long it took, when the snow outside was getting heavier and heavier, Cao Hui came over from the treetops alone.

"The old matriarch is taking a nap. It's time for you to go back and take your medicine." Cao Hui's face was covered with plain gauze, and his eyebrows and eyes were calm and unwavering.

"Do you still want to take medicine?" Sima Xuan lazily leaned back in the chair, his face was a bit tired: "The medicine is very bitter, Cao Yuanrong, did you mean to tease me on purpose?"

"Good medicine is bitter," said Cao Hui, who was wearing the cloak when he took it from Yuyan, and his eyes fell on the teacup by Sima Xuan's hand, "Let's go."

Sima Xuan grinned, got up and followed.

It was very unfortunate that Sima Xuan and Cao Hui's sedan chair ran into Sima Xuan's third cousin, Sima Yi, Sima Xuan's late uncle, when they passed Xiaomeilin in the mansion on the way back from Fushoutang. The first daughter, Sima Rong.

"I said whose sedan chair I will meet here, so it belongs to the fifth brother." Sima Rong suddenly pulled out a red plum tree from the hand of the child beside him, and pushed the child off the sedan chair. Xuan pushed here: "Quick, Ning'er, come and give your Fifth Uncle New Year's greetings!"

The boy named Ning'er was staggered by his mother's push, and because of the fine snow on his feet, he fell to his knees at Sima Xuan's feet with a plop, and his forehead hit the ground hard.

"This is your well-known Uncle Jingling Hou who trembles along the border with stomping feet, your Fifth Uncle, hurry up, hurry up and kowtow to celebrate the New Year!" Sima Rong stepped forward, gnashing his teeth and pressing Ning'er's hand Kowtow to Sima Xuan to pay New Year's greetings.

There was no expression on Sima Xuan's face, but the hand hidden in his sleeve quietly pinched the red envelope specially prepared by Cao Hui, thinking about taking it out for the child to celebrate the new year.

Ning'er was pressed on the head, and kowtowed to Sima Xuan, Sima Rong raised the corner of his mouth, and a mean smile appeared on his face, and his voice was sharp and piercing: "Happy New Year greetings, you bastard!" , Didn't your vixen mother raise you well? Can't you say auspicious words?"

This Ning'er looked only seven or eight years old, thin and small, kneeling on the ground, trembling all over, not uttering a word for a long time.

Sima Rong simply slapped Ning'er to the ground, and finally cursed triumphantly: "I don't know how to praise, and you are the same as your lowly mother, but I just raised you under my name. Do you really think of yourself as a noble son? Hmph, ridiculous..."

Sima Xuan understood what was going on, so he stood by the sedan chair without moving, watching his third cousin Sima Rong teach the child with cold eyes.

Sima Rong must have been sulking somewhere, and in order to vent her anger, she scolded Ning'er as bloody.

Ning'er knelt on the ground, the hair on his forehead still stuck to the snow from kowtowing, he looked terrified, his eyes were red, but he didn't shed a single tear.

After a while, the aunt's scolding of the concubine who was fostered under her name ended with Sima Rong kicking Ning'er to the ground.

After beating and scolding, Sima Rong, relieved of his sulking, walked away with the red plum in his hand, leaving only Ning'er lying in the snow for a long time without getting up.

It wasn't until Sima Rong walked away that Cao Hui was let out of the sedan chair by Yuyan who had Sima Xuan's permission. She just witnessed the whole process through the gap in the sedan chair curtain.

Sima Xuan stretched out his hand to stop him.

Cao Hui raised his eyes, looking at Sima Xuan for the first time since last night.

"A lot of scolding and beating, but I haven't seen you cry." Sima Xuan didn't let go of Cao Hui's wrist, but asked Ning'er who was lying on the snow in a deep voice.

Ning'er seemed to be hurt by the beating. After hearing Sima Xuan's words, he struggled a few times before barely standing up from the snow - raised his thin face, and stared straight at the imposing Sima with a pair of dark eyes. Xuan: "Growing up with my aunt since childhood, she doesn't like people crying."

"Won't you shed tears when you're alone?"

"Never."

"Why?"

"If you live under the fence, you must know the rules." Ning'er patted the slush on her body, her eyes were burning like a torch: "Why should Uncle Wu ask questions knowingly?"

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