Rong Xuan

The night was calm and there was no disturbance, but the self-disciplined Sima Junhou fell asleep for an unprecedented hour, and it was Liu Sheng who forced her to wake up from her sleep by slapping the door of the room apart.

It can be seen that Liu Sheng is a dedicated and loyal guy. His knocking on the door almost spread throughout the inner and outer courtyards, until Sima Xuan angrily picked up the underglaze painted porcelain made by an official kiln at hand, Ma Ted Feiyan. Slamming it back on the door, the loud knocking on the door finally stopped.

Poor Liu Sheng, I don't know who it was yesterday evening, thousands of times told Liu Sheng to wake himself up, and he only promised to say "wake up", and it didn't count, and he insisted that she, Sima Xuan, go open the door in person. OK, hum.

After entering the door, I saw Sima Xuan, who was dressed in a moon-white tunic, standing in front of the basin stand with his head bowed to wash, and the aggrieved little brother who stayed here carefully helped the master hold the purple court gown.

After quite a while, Liu Sheng, who also got up late, felt a little guilty, and tentatively opened his mouth: "Master, you have to go to work early today, and it's too late to eat at the mansion now."

Sima Xuan removed the cold scarf covering his face, cast a slanted glance at Liu Sheng with bloodshot eyes, let out a hoarse "um" in his throat, and then stopped talking. .

According to the laws of the Chao Kingdom, Sima Xuan, the second-in-command of the six departments, does not have to go to the morning court every day like the ministers. They will play a duet to the emperor once every five days in the early court, and report the affairs of the ministry.

Those matters in the Ministry of Punishment that are still undecided after discussing with Shangshu must be reported to His Majesty the Emperor for decision, or His Majesty will order the matter to be handed over to the cabinet for handling.

Although the Right Servant of the Ministry of Punishment is at the same level as the Left Servant of the Ministry of Punishment, in terms of authority, the Right Servant is half a rank lower than the Left Servant. What Sima Xuan is going to report to the court this morning is exactly what the Left Servant Xing Shilang told him.

It was about the son of a distinguished family in Chang'an who beat and killed a vendor in the street.

Killing people to repay debts and repaying money, the reason why the matter of nature and righteousness is so bullshit has not been concluded yet, but it is because the person who was beaten to death was the most humble and low-level salt merchant who could not be named. The man is the most honorable son of Chang'an Gaomen——Yang Chengfu, the grandson of Duke Xuanguo's mansion.

Yang Chengfu may not be considered anything at all, but his grandfather Xuan Guogong Yang Kaitai is not something that ordinary people can afford to offend. Even when His Majesty the Emperor came to Yang Kaitai, he had to bow his hands respectfully and call out uncle.

The young officials of the younger generation in the imperial court, especially those who entered the imperial court after the third year of Jingchu, most of them did not know some of these ways, but Sima Xuan was very clear about it—her good friend Zhao Qingjia, Princess Yongjia, was The only niece of His Majesty the Emperor.

Although our nobleman Zhao is not the niece of His Majesty's blood relatives, His Majesty the Emperor is grateful for the kindness of his own sister, the adoptive mother of Yongjia, the first eldest princess, and often whispers in the ears of Princess Yongjia about those iron horses climbing ice and lying on snow. The eventful years, as well as the terrible past of those bloody storms that were easily destroyed and never restored.

Ah, that's right, the old man Xuan Guogong Yang Kaitai is the empress dowager of the current dynasty, that is, the adoptive mother of the emperor, the biological mother of Emperor Xianhui Shun'an, and the younger brother of the continuation wife of Emperor Tai/Zuwu.

As for why the empress dowager is currently taking care of herself outside the palace, but her mother's brother is still able to summon wind and rain, ghosts and gods, and fear in the court. Apart from the emperor himself, the reason for the twists and turns is probably only the deceased former chief minister of the cabinet. Cao Ke knew.

The reason why the Ministry of Punishment decided to let Sima Xuan, as the right servant, play the case of the Xuanguo Palace with His Majesty the Emperor in the court hall after discussion, that is, it was sure that Sima Xuan's actions were almost as good as avoiding death. The identity of the iron coupon.

Looking at the entire Dachao Kingdom, there were only two people who were qualified and dared to confront the Duke Xuan's mansion in front of the emperor, and dared to ask Duke Xuan Yang Kaitai to hand over the murderer's grandson in court.

One of them is Zhang Yu, Zhang Wenruo, the eldest son of the Prince of Zhenhai, and the other is Sima Xuan, Sima Yuanchu, the son of King Qingxu. The reason why Sima Xuan was selected was not because she was more noble than Zhang Wenruo, but because she stood up to the right of the Ministry of Justice. The official title of Minister of Servant is a matter of course, and she is justifiable - or, someone wants her to come forward to offend Duke Xuan.

However, Xuan Guogong Yang Kaitai has no son in his life, only that one daughter. The old Duke loves his daughter so he simply recruited a son-in-law for his daughter. However, this daughter only had her first son when she was 30 years old. And the only son, Yang Chengfu, is only sixteen or seventeen years old this year.

Yang Kaitai, an old man who has been proud most of his life, one person under one person and above ten thousand people, why is he willing to hand over his only grandson to justice because of the persecution of a mere servant of the Ministry of Punishment?Doesn't that mean that he should declare the Duke's mansion to be the last one? !

Therefore, on the early morning of May 16th in the [-]th year of Jingchu, the weather was fine, the summer wind was warm, and the temperature was pleasant. All civil and military officials held their own wats and watched the "Battle of Zhongzhi, Bingfa, Jinglinghou" in the hall with great interest. The annual drama of "The Elderly Thorny Head Xuan Guogong".

Its content is wonderful, if you want to review it, you can go to the official historian to borrow "Chao Shi · Family History · Biography of Jingling Hou" or read "Jingling Hou Biography" alone. It is more detailed, and even described in detail how many times Xuan Guogong stomped his feet in court during the entire confrontation.

Today's early court, it is natural that the resignation time is later than in the past, His Majesty the Emperor was forced by his courtiers to be in a dilemma - Sima Xuan's side is the iron and blood law, Yang Kaitai's side is the great kindness of heaven, the steward Zhao who has always spread benevolent government After struggling in every possible way, he finally went back to Tong He Dian helplessly.

All the ministers and workers went out in groups of threes and threes. They thought it would be an eye-opener to see the taciturn Jingling Hou Renren today. Unexpectedly, when they were about to walk to the palace gate, they saw another scene of excitement:

The expressionless purple-robed Wusha Marquis of Jingling, with a wat pinned to his waist and a small stack of documents in his hand, was walking out together with Zhang Wenruo, the heir son of King Zhenhai, and Qiu Fengnian, Marquis of Mingyuan, who had just succeeded his father. The old Duke Yang Kaitai, who was still angry, chased him from the left side as if he was blocking and killing the Buddha. He grabbed Sima Xuan's left arm unexpectedly, and shot back the 17-year-old who had shocked the eighteen tribes of the Xiongnu. Jing Linghou staggered, causing her to throw out all the official documents in her hand without paying attention.

"Old Duke, be careful!"

"Wait a minute, Mr. Yang!"

Zhang Wenruo and Qiu Fengnian hastily blocked Yang Kaitai's body from left to right, but failed to grab Yang Kaitai's hand in time—the pair of old but still powerful hands with intertwined wrinkles and scars were already tightly grasped. The collar of Sima Xuan's court clothes seemed to be about to lift the weak-looking Marquis of Jingling from the spot.

The chattering onlookers of the officials quickly attracted the inner officials in the palace, but the inner officials just led a few subordinates and stood far behind the Dehua Gate, showing no tendency to come over to block the fight.

"Little Sima, don't bully me too much!" Yang Kaitai stared at Sima Xuan, snorting with anger, and his scarlet eyes were so wide that they were about to burst.

Sima Xuan lowered his eyes and looked at the hands holding onto his collar, while secretly making sure that the chest cloth was not loosened by the pull just now, he quietly pulled Qiu Fengnian's sleeve from behind.

Poor Xuan Guogong saw Sima Xuan's expression of "I don't want to talk to you, old man", and suddenly became angry. He saw the old man's nostrils fluttering, and the corners of his mouth trembled several times before he came out with the following words:

"Little Sima, don't you just want to ride on my Yang Kaitai's head just because of your status as an old man. I will tell you that when I killed the Xiongnu with a big knife, your boy was still waiting in the reincarnation of Lord Yama." Reincarnation! What kind of thing is he, Sima Dezu? Now you dare to ask you a brat to bully me on the lintel of my Yang family, do you really think that there is no one in my Duke Xuan's mansion?"

After receiving the hint just now, the Marquis of Mingyuan Qiu Fengnian, who was standing in front of Sima Xuan, really understood and relaxed his obstruction of the old Duke. The barrier formed by him and Zhang Wenruo in front of Sima Xuan was broken without a trace. mouth.

Hit, hit, hit... Sima Xuan pursed the corners of his mouth expressionlessly, and had an inexplicable expectation in his heart for the old man to punch himself - as long as you punch him, I will bring someone to the Ministry of Punishment Your Duke's Mansion took someone, beat, beat...

"Master!" Seeing that Yang Kaitai, who had been calm for half his life, was about to punch him, a flat but sonorous man's voice suddenly sounded deep and powerful, and Wan Shan smashed into Sima Xuan's pendant. In the mid-air heart, there was a thud: "In the court, everyone is talking about the matter, why did the Duke of the country make things difficult for my family's younger generation?"

He was the father of Sima Xuan, one of the only two kings with different surnames in the dynasty, Qingxu King Sima Xiu.

Sima Xuan raised his eyelids mockingly, looked past the angry old Duke Xuan in front of him, and finally saw the man in the python robe and golden crown not far behind the old Duke, with the wat pinned to his waist—even though He was a thin and tall middle-aged man who could not hide his majesty even if he stood casually with his hands behind his back.

Father, the corner of Sima Xuan's mouth seemed to twitch, and in the next second, a fist like a hammer hit Qiu Fengnian's stomach forcefully.

"Oh!" Qiu Fengnian, who was caught off guard, groaned, and squatted on the ground holding his stomach in pain. Zhang Wenruo also panicked for a moment.

While he wanted to help Qiu Fengnian, he was also afraid that the Xuanguo Guild would take advantage of him to Fufengnian and fight against Yuanchu—Zhang Wenruo didn't believe it. If Yuanchu was beaten, his father, King Qingxu, would come to protect the cub.

At this time, someone pushed aside the crowd of onlookers, and the young red-robed official helped the crooked Wusha official hat, holding a tablet wat in one hand, and hurried over to inquire about Mingyuan Hou Qiu Fengnian's situation.

"Oh, it's you, Uncle Bai..." Qiu Fengnian was supported to stand up slowly, and while sweating from the corner of his forehead, he managed to take a look at who was the person who helped him up - it can be seen that the old man is still old. , This fist is powerful enough!

Old Xuanguo Duke Yang Kaitai never put Qingxu King Sima Xiu in his eyes, and Zhenhai King Zhang Chao and Zhang Bufan. After hearing Sima Xiu's lukewarm words, the old man casually punched him. Angrily, he let go of Sima Xuan's collar with the other hand, and strode away angrily.

The onlookers were silent in front of these high-ranking and powerful ministers, but they coaxed away after watching a good show they knew well. Soon, only Sima Xuan was left on the way out of the palace. , Zhang Wenruo and others, as well as the internal officials standing behind the palace gate not far away.

"Is Marquis Mingyuan all right?" Sima Xiu asked Qiu Fengnian calmly with a cold crease on his brows.

Qiu Fengnian was sensible, and immediately replied "I'm fine, I'm fine, thank you for your concern", and then dragged Zhang Yu with a confused face and Ji Shubai Sa Yazi with an ominous expression to run away without any explanation.

Just kidding, although participating in the Sima family's father-son fight is very skillful, it is definitely more dangerous than stopping the old prickly leader Xuan Guogong from provoking and beating Yuanchu.

No one is stupid, in this world, life is boundless.

Sima Xuan stood there for a while, and when the fire of ignorance in her heart had quietly burned out, she lifted her clothes and squatted down to pick up the official documents and newspapers that fell on the ground, still without saying a word, even directly He ignored his father Sima Xiu who was standing there.

A group of patrolling troops from the Imperial Army Habayashiro passed by. The sounds of armor clashing and boots hitting the ground when they walked were uniform, solemn and solemn, and they were familiar to Sima Xiu and Sima Xuan who were born in the army.

Those years were reckless, and even though the war was horrible and bloody, the "father and son" trusted each other, there was no suspicion, no suspicion, let alone those endless temptations to each other, until everything finally turned into a life-threatening relationship with each other. Protect——

The father didn't want his poor daughter to plunge into the muddy water of no return, and the daughter didn't want to watch his father risk his life and fight alone, just to give his children a bright and stable future.

In this story written by fate, there are no clear-cut good guys and bad guys, no pure and kind generals with absolute integrity, and no treacherous courtiers who are absolutely heinous. Angle.

"What do you want to say?" The middle-aged man in the robe of the prince with four claws and five pythons at the bottom of the silver pattern was always standing with his hands behind his back. He looked coldly at the child squatting on the ground picking up things, and asked in a calm voice.

His father's voice had a kind of magical power—it was deep and gentle, and it always made people feel a very safe support. Sima Xuan blinked vigorously, picked up the scattered official documents and folded them into his arms in twos and threes.

She didn't answer her father's words immediately, but after standing up, she freed a hand to pull the folds on the court dress, and then shook her head as if nothing.

The young prince in purple-robed Wusha strode away with his things in his arms, leaving Sima Xiu burning with unwavering anger—this kid at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty was too stubborn!

"Why not let him go?"

Sima Xiu, who was behind him, was suddenly patted lightly by Banhu, and Xun Run's voice rang out with a teasing smile, "I don't think your kid is a bore Lord, Dezu, let's not obey the old man!"

"You don't want to accept it," Sima Xiu said angrily, throwing away his hands, his wide sleeves picked up a slight warm wind, and walked towards the palace gate with his usual expression: "Xun Shechuan told you that my son has passed away." I generously gave you half a detour, and I will advise you to take a detour when I see you later..."

The summer breeze was blowing on the cheeks, making people feel inexplicably happy. Xun Run was standing happily on the wide palace road holding the board wat, and what was blown by the wind in his ears was the man named Sima Dezu. nagging.

He knew that everything was still in time.

The author has something to say:

I ate today's fifth meal before zero o'clock, and after enduring a full belch, I vaguely remembered that I wanted to control my food intake... Even if I drank more saliva later, I would be frightened by the queen mother with a gastroscope. .Suddenly, I feel that posting a few is a bit like the trembling poor working people who work as long-term labor for the landlord's old money, and they don't even give them saliva. . .