Rong Xuan

The whole Jinglinghou's mansion was full, and everyone in the whole family didn't realize that the newly married lord of his family had a bad temper recently. Seeing that the little maids serving tea in the study had been scolded and cried in turn, the lord of his own His temper has not weakened in the slightest.

Although Liu Sheng, who was with Sima Xuan all day long, had never been scolded, he always floated through the "danger" at low altitude with 12 points of caution and said the words "madam bless" from time to time, and his journey has been safe so far.

Liu Sheng was born in a family, born in Sima's family in Duqihou Mansion, and even followed Sima Xuan to the northern battlefield at the age of 14.

He followed his master to every land in the northern border. In front of the Huns, his immature face was randomly smeared with gray and black from the bottom of a pot. The King of Hades, who comes and goes, is afraid of ghosts.

For so many years, he never believed in ghosts and gods, but seeing his master's wedding was approaching, Liu Sheng was always uneasy, so he saw the sky and burned incense in the small Buddhist hall in the inner courtyard.

Xu Shi, who didn't have too many desires on weekdays, finally asked for the blessing of the Buddha and Bodhisattva once. His wish was sincere and true. Really nothing unexpected happened again, of course, except that the master's temper is still not very good.

Until the evening before the big wedding, Liu Sheng accompanied his master, who had been talking less and less recently, to the courtyard where Cao Hui had lived after marrying into Jingling Hou Mansion—Anheju.

"We will welcome the bride tomorrow, master." Liu Sheng accompanied Sima Xuan to the steps with the "Anheju" plaque hanging on the hexagonal exquisite lamp, and stopped tactfully.

"Huh?" Sima Xuan, who had just stepped up a step, raised the hem of his clothes and questioned, his brows were slightly lowered, and he turned his head halfway to look at Liu Sheng behind him.

Liu Sheng couldn't help lowering his head under the low pressure of his master - is he going to be scolded?

After a while, Liu Sheng didn't hear his master speak any more, so he raised his head gently to look up the steps, and saw Sima Xuan was covering his eyes with the palm of his hand, and pressing his other hand on his stomach, as if he was holding back something .

"Master, master?" Liu Sheng stepped up the steps, without thinking about anything else, he reached out to support Sima Xuan: "Master, what's wrong with you? Yes, but is there something uncomfortable, master?"

"...it's okay," Sima Xuan managed to stand firm, with a somewhat weak footsteps, and cold sweat was breaking out from his clenched hands at some point.

She bit her back molars, then gently pushed away Liu Sheng who was holding her elbow, and sighed deeply: "Forget it, let's go back."

The next day, on June 16th, the 20th year of Dachao Jingchu, the Hou Mansion of Chaopin Jingling County was overjoyed. Xuan, the No. [-] generation grandson of the Sima family in Chang'an, married the Nanlin Xun family as his successor.

Qingxu Prince's Mansion is where Sima Xuanzu's roots are located. Qingxu King Sima Xiu himself and Yanyang Sima's relationship network in the imperial capital are still inextricably linked, and there are many former disciples of Xun Run, the chief assistant of the dynasty. , So this wedding banquet was held, almost all the famous nobles in the imperial capital Chang'an were feasted, and even some friends who had made friends with Sima Kun, the prince of Qingxu, came to congratulate him smelling the smell.

As a well-behaved stepmother, Princess Qingxu wanted to take the opportunity to infiltrate her own people into the iron barrel-like Jingling Hou Mansion, but was told that all internal and external affairs of the Hou Mansion were handed over to Wei Jingting and his wife, and no one else could intervene. .

"He has never paid attention to Gao Tang who is still alive, and now even the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law envoys I sent to help with complicated affairs have all been sent back. My lord, you don't know that the word has been spread outside." What's going on!"

——At night, in the inner house of Prince Qingxu's mansion, Princess Qingxu leaned back on the soft brocade couch under the west window exhausted and heartbroken after dealing with the guests she had to deal with. Tears had already filled her eyes. In the end, he still wanted to cry but still endured, hesitantly and heartbrokenly said the above sadness.

Probably because of the wine, Sima Xiu's figure standing beside the round table was a bit unsteady at the moment, he drank a large cup of tea first, and then brought a clean cup for his wife Zhao.

The middle-aged man's alienated and indifferent face was slightly red, he bent down and sat on the edge of the couch, and gently persuaded: "At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, it was just a marriage, not to mention that the child will be separated at the age of 17." Going out to live alone, so many years have passed, and it is normal to be unfamiliar with this place. Besides, there are Yingzi and his wife who are in charge of it inside and out. No matter what other people say, just listen to him farting. Not angry, huh?"

Mrs. Zhao, who was wiping her tears, couldn't help but burst out laughing, holding a dark purple handkerchief and thumping Sima Xiu's palm feigningly, "Your Highness is noble, looking at Dachao Kingdom, you will be the king of all ministers." If there is no one from the right in the middle, how can he talk without regard to his status after drinking a few glasses of wine?"

"Old husband and wife, what have you never said, what have you never heard? Don't care about those messy rules and regulations, ha." Sima Xiu's stern face showed a hint of gentleness, and he raised his hand to pat Zhao's On the back, the wrinkles between the eyebrows faded a little from the usual coldness.

Zhao Shi also followed Wen Wen and laughed.

But Sima Xuan, who was far away in Jinglinghou's mansion, was not as relaxed as her father.

As soon as he passed away, Liu Sheng finally brought his brothers around him to bring his master back from the swampy wedding banquet.

The young man in the wedding gown was almost drunk. After being carried in, he fell on the bed with his clothes on.

"... um..." The person with the red ears turned over with difficulty, turned his hands away with a painful expression, groped behind him for a long time, and finally took out the fruits that hurt her back and threw them aside.

"...tea." The person covering his eyes was spinning and trying to sit up from the bed, but unfortunately he failed after several struggles, so he had to unconsciously vomit out what he wanted in his heart.

However, when a cup of warm tea was brought to his mouth, Sima Xuan violently pushed away the person holding the cup, lay down on the edge of the bed and vomited.

……

On the first day of their wedding, the Marquis of Jingling wanted to bring his bride to Qingxu Palace to offer new tea, but Sima Xuan couldn't wake up.

In the early morning of summer, before the mist that leaked in the early morning has had time to condense into dew, the peddlers who carry their burdens through the streets and alleys have just picked up the burdens, and the roadside vendors selling tofu brain hot buns have just set up their stalls, and As soon as the people who came out early walked onto the street, they saw the guards of Prince Qingxu's mansion running past on tall horses.

The long street was wide and clean, and twenty or thirty horses galloped past, without even raising the slightest dust.

Jinglinghou Mansion:

Because it was too late last night, Wei Jingting and his wife, who didn't have time to go back to the general's mansion, had already rushed over. Wei Jingting stood sullenly under the porch of Anheju, his perennially steady face always showing a bit of nervousness as if he was facing an enemy.

Sima Ying was sweating profusely as he paced beside her husband. When he didn't know how many laps he had reached, Sima Xiu rushed in with a whip in his hand. In his other hand, he was carrying Sima Kun, who was hungover.

"Father, why are you here?!" Sima Ying rushed over from the corridor, and helped his fourth brother who was almost thrown to the ground by his father Sima Xiu. Phi.

Sima Xiu simply let go of the muddy son who couldn't support the wall in his left hand, threw his right hand back, and casually threw the Xiangbao Wujin horsewhip to the deputy general He Tong behind him.

"What's the matter with your second brother?" Sima Xiu strode towards the bright hall of Anheju, raised his hand to avoid the salute from his eldest son-in-law Wei Jingting, and asked his daughter Sima Ying who was following up beside him: "Is it possible?" Figured out the reason? That, that, Xun..."

Sima Xiu had already walked into the spacious and bright hall, when he remembered that he didn't know the name of old man Xun's family girl, the old man simply sat down in a chair and asked in a deep voice, "Where is my daughter-in-law? "

"..." Afterwards, Wei Jingting, who followed in, took the teacup from the maidservant, and put it in his hand for his father-in-law and his wife without saying a word.

"Yuan...was here at first," Sima Ying almost bald, and quickly changed his words: "Little uncle Huaiying is in the second room, and the second sister-in-law is watching."

Sima Xiu picked up the teacup and swallowed a big mouthful of tea as if concealing it. His fingertips trembled almost imperceptibly. He paused and asked, "Yes, do you know the reason?"

Wei Jingting helped his brother-in-law Sima Yuanzhi, who had almost slipped off the chair and hadn't completely recovered from the hangover, before answering Sima Xiu's question, and said in a low voice, "Just now Out of the wind, said it was... cinnabar."

Sima Xiu's face became more gloomy, and Sima Kun was stunned in the chair as if he had been struck by a thunderbolt.

Cinnabar is widely used in daily life, but it is generally divided into two categories. One of them is cinnabar used in traditional Chinese medicine. Symptoms such as restlessness, restlessness and heat in the chest, palpitations and insomnia caused by Sheng.

And if it is common cinnabar poisoning, symptoms such as epigastric burning, blurred vision, vomiting, irritability, irritability, etc. These people have not been admitted to the second room, so they don't know what kind of cinnabar Sima Xuan is referring to.

But the good thing is that when Cao Hui found out that Sima Xuan's behavior was not simply drunk, he immediately invited Sima Ren, Sima Huaiying, the head of Wuyao Hall, to come over to the house.

Back to last night:

Cao Hui has always been careful and sensitive. From the few contacts she had with Sima Ren, she decisively judged that Sima Ren did not know Sima Xuan's true identity, but after confirming that Sima Xuan was poisoned, she sent someone to find him immediately. Here comes the famous doctor.

With her ability, she could only roughly guess that Sima Xuan was poisoned by some kind of poison, but she couldn't be sure what kind of poison she was poisoned. When she sent someone to invite Sima Ren, she could only give Sima Xuan non-stop together with Yuyan. Irrigate her with water and make her vomit.

After Sima Xuan vomited several times, a trace of panic flashed through Cao Hui's mind very quickly.

She took off the black jade wrench that Sima Xuan was wearing on his left hand, turned around and handed it to Liu Sheng, and calmly explained: "Take this wrench and go to the Wucheng Bingma Patrol Camp to find Chen Xun and Liuye personally. He brought people over and cooperated with the government soldiers to block the Hou's mansion from the inside, not a single fly could fly out for me, and also sent all the personal guards to surround the inner courtyard, no one can enter or leave!"

Liu Sheng had imagined that his master, Ma Ge, would die in battle, but he never imagined that one day his bright and upright master would capsize in this kind of gutter and be recruited. Liu Sheng also knew the importance of his wife in his master's heart, so he took Cao Hui According to the order, he went directly to the Wucheng Patrol Battalion to look for Chen Xun.

So, when the sky broke, the inner and outer courtyards of Jinglinghou's mansion were completely surrounded, and Sima Xiu, who came after receiving the news, almost failed to enter Anhe Juli.

I don't know what kind of psychological "troubleshooting" caused Sima Xiu to sigh inexplicably at this critical moment of life and death, "After all, the Hou's mansion is different after having a mistress".

……

By the time Sima Xuan herself went from completely unconscious to the time when she realized that she was wandering aimlessly in the boundless dark dreamland, an unknown amount of time had passed. Waking up with shaking eyes.

However, she woke up consciously, but her eyelids were as heavy as lead and could not be opened.

It seemed that just as she was about to speak, some warm liquid flowed into her mouth. Anyway, she didn't have the strength to refuse, so she just swallowed the thing as if her taste buds were on strike.

In the end, when Jing Linghou, who was particularly ambitious in a certain aspect, tasted the taste of the liquid belatedly, she had already eaten a bowl of thick soup with Coptis chinensis.

"Bitter... what the hell... what the hell!" The man who had been in a coma for four days ignored his hoarse voice, and the first thing he said was to greet someone else's mother rudely.

Cao Hui didn't make a sound, but gently put the medicine bowl aside, then took the guy's hand out of the quilt, and quietly watched Sima Ren give her pulse.

"How is it, is it getting better?" After Sima Ren checked Sima Xuan's pulse, Cao Hui, who was standing by, asked eagerly, "It's been almost four days, Uncle Huaiying, at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, she ..."

"The poison in the Junhou's body is almost gone now," Sima Ren got up and bowed to Cao Hui: "Now people are awake, which means that the previous prescription is effective. Don't worry, Madam, about tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, Junhou It's time to fully wake up."

After sending Sima Ren out of the second room, Cao Hui, who had turned back, turned around the screen and saw the man on the bed who had been poisoned and kept on stretching his arms out of the quilt again.

She rubbed her cold hands, and walked over to tuck her thin and strong arm into the quilt.

As a result, as soon as her fingertips touched Sima Xuan, this fellow suddenly grabbed her wrist.

"I knew you were awake," the stooped Cao Hui looked at Sima Xuan calmly, thinking that the man's complexion was still not good, and his lips were still unnaturally red, "How is it, is your chest still tight? Is your breathing still smooth? Does your upper abdomen still hurt? If you don’t have the strength to speak, then move..."

"...Thirsty, I want to drink water." The person who hadn't spoken for four days interrupted Cao Hui with a hoarse voice. She held Cao Hui's soft and thin wrist, and felt that she couldn't exert strength for a while.

Cao Hui patted the hand on his right wrist with the other hand, very patiently, "Let go of your hand, and I'll pour you some water."

"I won't let go," Sima Xuan finally lifted his heavy eyelids a crack, and stared at Cao Hui through the crack, saying intermittently: "If you take the opportunity to run away, then my bitter plan, don't let me go!" Is it wasted?"

Cao Huibai glanced at him, twisted his wrist slightly along the inside, easily broke away from Sima Xuan's hand, went to the side and poured a cup of hot water for her to drink.

Lying down to eat and drink is quite uncomfortable. When Cao Hui fed himself with a water spoon for the third time, Sima Xuan moved his body and barely leaned up a little.

"I..." Sima Xuan suddenly raised her hand to cover her eyes. The dizziness made her promptly and crisply press the swear words that flew up to her mouth under her tongue, which directly caused her tongue to stutter, and she was alive and sharp. The sharp canine teeth were bitten.

"Hiss..." Feeling dizzy, Sima Xuan said weakly in pain, "Yuanrong, I saw a little bee circling in front of my eyes, really..."

Perhaps Cao Huiben was a person who was easy to be laughed at, and Sima Xuan's nonsense made the corners of her mouth easily curl into a nice curve.

She used a pillow to put Sima Xuan behind her, and asked her to lean up a little bit. When she spoke again, she finally felt less nervous and gloomy than before: "Others are dizzy because they see stars, why do you still see bees?" What about it? How about it, did the bee say hello to you, Your Majesty?"

"No..." Sima Xuan withdrew his hand covering his eyes, turned his head, and drank a cup of hot water with Cao Hui's hand, "They must be busy picking flowers, so they flew away again when they saw that I was fine. gone."

"Full of nonsense," Cao Hui didn't realize the change in her attitude, she put down the water glass, turned around and sat on the stool in front of the bed, as if she had done this action countless times before, "You I was poisoned by cinnabar and fell into a coma for four days. I checked the food that the Fourth Division and the Sixth Bureau of the Fuzhong usually sent to you, and found nothing wrong with it. If you dare to ask Sima Junhou, can you recall your honor with me? Daily diet elsewhere?"

"Is that your thing?" Sima Xuan raised his chin towards the low couch a few steps away from the end of the bed, opened his eyes, looked at Cao Hui with clear eyes, and asked, "You have been staying with me for the past few days. beside?"

On the low couch were temporarily rolled up bedding, pillows and other things, and the servants who never stayed overnight in the second room of Anhe's house, at a glance, knew who used that set of things without thinking, but a certain The guy who narrowly escaped death still wanted to hear Cao Hui nod in agreement.

"Your Majesty!" Cao Hui frowned slightly, with a face that was not covered with a veil, serious and even a little cute: "Can you stop interrupting things that are life-threatening?"

Sima Xuan couldn't control his stingy hands for a moment, he stretched out his hand to pinch Cao Hui's sultry little face, and laughed: "I'm still alive, it's good to say something else, what to do with this. "

Cao Hui closed his eyes, thinking that the comatose Marquis of Jingling was more obedient and lovable.

The author has something to say:

The snow has melted today, and the sun is finally out. The author sits on the porch basking in the sun and blowing the cold wind while writing and saving the manuscript. As a result, an ice skate fell from the eaves of the third floor with a snap, and it fell on me accurately. in front of the feet...