Rong Xuan

Cao Hui didn't let Sima Xuan call that Ping's mother to come in.

She just slowly raised her hand towards Sima Xuan, with her fingers clenched into a fist and her palm facing upwards, she was holding a little moon-white shirt cuff in her hand to show the person in front of her.

This action caused Sima Xuan's expressionless face to show a moment of astonishment very quickly. She subconsciously touched the wound on her lower back with her backhand-Cao Hui's cuff was stained with blood, and the moon-white cloth and white The red blood stains on the cuffs are particularly glaring.

"If you are really hurt, you can just say it, why do you need to hide it?" Cao Hui's unshaven face showed a gentle smile, picturesque eyes drooped slightly, retracted Moisten all the emotions in the eyes.

Yes, why hide it? Sima Xuan nodded his head, with a bitter smile slightly imperceptible on the corner of his mouth. Why should he cover things that people don't care about?

Afraid of her worrying?Then it's really self-indulgent...

"I don't have medicine for sores at hand, and I don't even have anything to bandage the wound. You can send someone to bring some in." Cao Hui didn't want to even dare to imagine that Sima Xuan went back to the room alone, and then sat at the table by himself. It looked like bandaging her own wound, so she went over in two steps, pulled Sima Xuan and pushed her down on the bed to sit.

Looking at Sima Xuan who was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at him in a daze, an inexplicable sense of familiarity suddenly surged up from the deepest part of Cao Hui's cold memory, as if this scene had actually happened some time ago. But she couldn't remember.

"Let someone bring the medicine, what are you watching me do?" Cao Hui stood in front of the bed, condescendingly staring at the person sitting on the edge of the bed condescendingly.

Although Sima Xuan was defeated in the end, she still pointed to the small cabinet over there, with a look of surprise and joy, and there was a little uncertainty in her expression: "The second frame from top to bottom of the cabinet , there is a small box inside, all the wound medicines and bandages are in it, and there should be medicine for wounds in it... What, what are you going to do?"

At that time, Cao Hui had already brought what she needed from the small cabinet. She held the small box in one hand, pointed to the bed with the other, and imitated Sima Xuan's attitude with a cold attitude: "Take off your outer robe, and lie down obediently." Prescribe the medicine."

This sentence was said with such a resolute attitude and firm tone that the normally sensitive person was stunned for a moment—Hui'er said that he would give me medicine?She she she she... She wants to bandage my wound?She, she is, caring about me?

Is Cao Yuanrong caring about Sima Yuanchu?

Sima Xuan gave a muffled groan, and his movements also slowed down by half a beat. Like an old man with bad hands and feet, he raised his hand and slowly began to untie the leather belt around his waist. Then, he took off his black robe. , and then slowly lay down on the bed, just a few simple movements, a thin layer of cold sweat had already oozed from the corners of her forehead, but there was a bright smile on the corner of her mouth.

This heart cannot be deceived.

There was a small area on the back of the red jacket that was darker in color—it was stained by the oozing blood, and that was where the wound was—Cao Hui opened the small box and put it aside. She first stood Twirling his fingers there, he slowly bent down and gently lifted off the shirt.

"... You bandaged this wound carelessly by yourself. Does it hurt?" Looking at the crooked fine cloth on the man's waist, Cao Hui heard himself mumble, "Look at me, I'm just talking nonsense."

Sima Xuan didn't make a sound, just lay there quietly and let Cao Hui treat her wound - this was not the first time Cao Hui treated her own wound, but it was the first time he bandaged her while she was awake.

"Everyone says, 'If you want to know the things in the mountains, you have to ask the woodcutter'. Before that, I was a little bit disdainful, but now it seems..." The wound was treated with good medicine, and Cao Hui pulled his arm slowly. The person who sat up suddenly laughed in a low voice: "But now it seems that this knife is not a loss for me."

"It's a good thing the wound isn't deep, otherwise you'll have to take soup and medicine again," Cao Hui covered the bottle of golden sore medicine, helped Sima Xuan to sit up, and brought a clean fine cloth to bandage the man, speaking calmly: "Pull the middle coat by myself so that it doesn't fall off—"

Cao Hui began to wrap the muslin around Sima Xuan's waist, one by one, and every time it was wrapped around his waist, her face would be close to Sima Xuan's heart.

It was already late at night, and there was no sound outside, so when he approached Sima Xuan, Cao Hui could clearly hear the man's heartbeat.

His face turned red all of a sudden, and he didn't know why.

"The closer you get to Chang'an, the more unscrupulous those people's actions will be." Cao Hui wrapped up the fine cloth in a panic and tied it with cloth strips. Taste of Earth: "I heard from Liu Sheng that Changding City is where General Wei is under the jurisdiction. If you're not in a hurry, let's just stay here for a day or two before leaving."

Sima Xuan put down the tunic that was uncovered, his belly was exposed, his eyes followed Cao Hui, and he said in a hoarse voice like chatting, "Don't you want to hang them deliberately, and then a praying mantis catches cicadas, and the oriole is behind? "

"Soldiers, tricks too," Cao Hui, who put the small box back to its original place, turned around and gave Sima Xuan an approving look, "You taught me this before," she said, and she went over and fell A cup of hot water came over to Sima Xuan to drink: "Besides, although your wound is not deep, it still needs to be rested slowly. Don't repeat it like last time."

"You have always been calmer and calmer than me, and your mind is even brighter than mine." Sima Xuan took a sip of water from the cup, she gave a low laugh, tilted her head to look at Cao Hui, and said softly, "Of course I listen to everything." your."

"You have to listen to me in everything..." Between nodding his head and lowering his eyes, the corners of Cao Hui's mouth could not help but raise a happy arc.

However, before Sima Xuan noticed that slightly shy smile, the corners of Cao Hui's mouth had returned to its original calmness.

Most of Cao Hui's face was covered by her plain veil, only a pair of brows and eyes and a smooth and fair forehead were exposed. At this moment, she looked at Sima Xuan, her eyes still somewhat dodged: "Your Majesty You, um...you can't, you can't go on like this forever—whether it's sick or injured, you dare not ask a doctor to see the doctor from the beginning to the end..."

Sima Xuan supported the edge of the bed with one hand, moved his body slightly, stretched out his arm and put the water glass in the other hand on the high stool beside the bed. She knew that Cao Hui was talking about her disguise as a man.

This matter was not the kind of accumulation and destruction of bones that were eaten away step by step, but a wrong obsession from the beginning, Sima Xuan silently clenched his back molars.

If it wasn't for the biting rumors that mother Jiang received at the beginning, and if it wasn't for the embarrassing situation of her father Sima Xiu in Du Qihou's Mansion and the Northern Frontier Army at that time, perhaps she, Sima Xuan, would not have been born as a man at all. Live, maybe it won't be taken by his father from the rich and well-clothed Hou's mansion to the north of the flying sand and snow in August at the age of eight.

If I live as a real person, maybe I can take a nap on my mother's lap like my big sister Sima Ying, and I can ride on my father's neck and be carried by my father to watch the lanterns on Zhuque Street... But in the end, everything is just an "if" "That's all.

She had never dared to look at the doctor because she was afraid that her identity would be exposed. Once this was discovered, it would be a serious crime of deceiving the emperor, destroying the family and even implicating the nine clans.

"Buddhism pays attention to the reincarnation of cause and effect. Now that cause and effect have been accomplished, I can't escape." Sima Xuan stood up stiffly on his side, and stretched out a hand to shake Cao Hui's elbow. Come on, you prescribe medicine for my diagnosis and bandage my wounds. I am already grateful. That's the same sentence, Hui'er, no matter what kind of psychology you start from, whether you are grateful or sympathetic, please Don't be nice to me in the future."

These words, she can already speak so easily and naturally, it's very good, and she will get used to it in the future.

"It's getting late, and I still have some things to deal with, so let's go." Sima Xuan picked up his robe and belt that were hanging on the screen, and walked out with steady steps.

……

The news that "Jinglinghou's frame was attacked on the outskirts of Changding City, and Jinglinghou was unfortunately injured" had already spread back to Chang'an City, to His Majesty the Emperor, Zhang Chao, King of Zhenhai, Xun Run, King of Qingxu, and Sima Xiu, King of Qingxu. in the ears.

At this time, it was close to dawn, and the dark night was thick and dull, which made people feel like they were in chaos.

General Chungmu's Mansion:

Wei Jingting got up before dawn, because he had to go out through the south gate and rush back to the Chief of Guards and Horses in Changding when the city gate just opened, but for some reason, even though he had already relaxed After all the movements, his wife Sima Ying also woke up.

Sima Ying sat up from the bed: "I'll get up and get you something to eat, fill your stomach before you leave."

In the end, Wei Jingting pressed it back without hesitation: "I'll have breakfast in Changding, don't get up," the man leaned down his tall body, and kissed the woman's forehead lightly: "Take care of yourself and The kids will be fine, just be careful."

"You too, be careful."

When Wei Jingting came out from the east gate of the General's Mansion with four or five confidantes, the eastern horizon was still pitch black. Calculated according to the distance, when they rode their horses all the way to the south gate, the gate just happened to open the key and land on the bridge.

It's just that he didn't expect that at a street not far from the South City Gate, a group of people were stopped by He Tong, the chief guard of Qingxu Palace.

"Eldest uncle," He Tong saluted Wei Jingting with a Wuhen waist knife, and then made a gesture of invitation to a nearby alley: "Master has something to discuss, and is waiting for eldest uncle inside, please get off the horse and follow me. "

Wei Jingting subconsciously lowered his brows. He would not disobey Mr. Yuezhang, but he didn't know what the meaning of Mr. Yuezhang's meeting with him in this way was. You Jian glanced at him, and followed He Tong into the alley in a dignified manner.

The rising sun in the eastern sky has already tore a gap in the night, and a faint white light leaks from behind the thick clouds—the sky is about to dawn.

The expression on Wei Jingting's face was vaguely reflected by the dim light of the sky. He just gave him a look, and You Jian understood the meaning of the general very well. So, after the figures of his own general and He Tong disappeared in the dark After entering the alley, he immediately turned his horse's head and continued towards the city gate.

You Jian rode away, and He Tong in the alley naturally heard the sound of horseshoes coming from the quiet street. He stood still in front of the two closed side doors of the house, pushed one sideways, and bowed slightly: "Uncle, the master is inside."

Only one side door of this ordinary house was opened. The tall Wei Jingting first nodded back to He Tong, and then walked into this strange courtyard with a slightly sideways body.

"General Wei deserves to be the head of the military guards of the capital," the door opened, and the chief assistant Xun Run was sitting sideways in the mahogany cloud-patterned round chair. Wei Jingting said, "The general can sniff out even a little bit of swordsmanship—the safety of Chang'an City is entrusted to the general, and there is no mistake in entrusting it."

Wei Jingting's brows were as cold as frost. The moment he saw the person behind Xun Run, the silent hostility and guard in his eyes quietly dissipated. At the same time, his hand on the handle of the waist knife never let go. .

The corner of the man's pretty lips curled up slightly, and he said four words in a low voice: "My lord father-in-law."

"Come in, Jingting," Sima Xiu turned around slowly, poured a cup of hot tea and put it on the coffee table next to Xun Run, his serious face showed no expression, only a cold wrinkle between his brows: " Xun Shechuan had to make a bet with the widow, betting whether you will draw your sword when you step through the threshold under your feet." Suddenly, Wei Jingting seemed to see a faint smile in the deep eyes of his father-in-law, and flashed: "He And I lost two altars of burning knives."

Wei Jingting stepped in, and as far as he could see, dozens of black-clothed dark guards stood neatly by the walls on both sides of the door, and the Wuhen waist sabers in their hands were glowing dimly in the candlelight.

With every breath, the clothes on the man's back were instantly soaked in cold sweat.

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The old classmates made an appointment to watch a movie, and then they really got together in the southeast and northwest. They only went to watch a movie and drank a drink, and they left.