Rong Xuan

Wen Changbo sent people to rob and kill the Marquis of Jingling in the street—this news was obviously more unexpected than the sudden thunder that rolled across the sky just now.

Standing up from his official chair, Bu Zhongcheng panicked. Across the huge courtroom of Dali Temple, he directly cast his gaze on Wenchang Bowei Haizhou who was blocked by the Dali Temple Jiawei in the corner.

It's a pity that Wei Haizhou himself was in extreme astonishment, and he didn't feel Bu Zhongcheng's deliberative eyes in time.

The heavy rain in the sky did not slow down at all, the clouds in the distant sky were dark and low, the strong wind rolled the broken branches and fallen leaves, and the rain column hit the roof tiles with a crackling sound. Only those who have experienced it know-the scene in front of them It is very similar to the trial that was put on show for the world eight years ago.

Xun Run asked someone to refill the teacup in his hand with hot tea. He squinted his eyes and sat in the chair without saying a word. His old face, which was only 50 years old but already full of vicissitudes, was written all over his face. The anger of "who wants to take the life of my only daughter"—in fact, the old man expressed his deep joy at the counterattack of his son-in-law.

There was a lot of noise in the lobby of Dali Temple, and Xun Run was thinking—look, the conflict between Yuanrong and Sima Yuanchu's child has indeed eased a lot due to the impact of external forces.

Don’t they all say that a friend in adversity sees the truth? It happened that the two of them encountered a series of fatal things such as poisoning and assassination on their wedding night. Now that they have survived, the young couple is now probably on the united front, tsk tsk tsk, wonderful Very, very wonderful!

The sound of a "pop" gave Xun Run his attention back, and when he looked up, he saw "daughter" Cao Hui and uncle Sima Xuan standing under the courtroom.

"Your Majesty of Jingling, you and your wife knocked on my Dali Temple to cry out for grievances, and bluntly said that they would sue Wenchang Bowei Haizhou for sending people to rob and kill." Lu Siqing, the highest official of Dali Temple, patted the gavel and suppressed the inside and outside. There were whispering buzzing discussions, "Can the Lord have a complaint? And submit it to the court."

Sima Xuan originally wanted to bow to Lu Siqing, but he raised his left arm and couldn't lift it up. Everyone in the court saw it—fortunately, Mrs. Junhou supported him from the side. Only then was Linghou able to give Lu Siqing a reluctant push-hand salute.

"In court," Sima Xuan said, his hoarse voice was obviously weak, but after hearing some people's ears, there was a trace of bloody ruthlessness that had not yet dissipated: "The incident happened suddenly, my husband and I saved our lives. It is already not easy, so I will have time to write a complaint in the future."

"Come on, let the master and the accuser take a seat," Lu Siqing raised his hand and asked someone to bring chairs for Sima Xuan and Cao Hui, and ordered him and the two to bring ginger soup to dispel the cold—Madam Jinglinghou is fine , but Jinglinghou was really in a mess.

Lu Siqing even had the illusion that the 17-year-old Marquis of Jingling, who had been appointed as a marquis in fresh clothes and angry horses, might not have been in such a state of embarrassment on the battlefield in the northern border—a poisoned sick body He hadn't recovered yet, not to mention his younger brother's life lawsuit, and he was killed by a killer again, so he managed to save his life, but in the end, he was drenched in heavy rain and turned into such a bereaved dog.

Hey, it's really unpredictable.

Seeing Sima Xuan trembling while drinking ginger soup, he couldn't even hold the rough porcelain bowl, Lu Siqing couldn't help crying in his heart, God knows if Jing Linghou, a hero of the generation of Dachao Kingdom, would belch in his chest just because of this It's above the court of Dali Temple!

"Junhou and Mrs. Junhou, please don't worry," Sima Xuan's old boss, Shangshu of the Ministry of Punishment, Cheng Shangshu, said slowly, "I see that Junhou seems to have wounds on his body, but I need to wait for you. Do you want the doctor to come and bandage it?"

"Don't dare to bother the court," Sima Xuan leaned weakly in the chair, weak as if he would faint in the next moment, and after taking a few breaths, she said again in a calm manner: "While alone, I can Strong support, the court of Dali Temple, please accept the case of Wenchang Bowei Haizhou robbing and killing Sima Xuan and his wife in the street!"

As the highest official of Dali Temple, Lu Siqing usually doesn't try cases in person, so he naturally gave his deputy, Dali Temple Shaoqing Zhong Youzhi a wink.

Zhong Youzhi understood, he took a step forward, and raised his voice flatly to Sima Xuan, "What's the case with the Marquis of Jingling, please sue in court!"

"You three are in court." Sima Xuan, who had been warmed by the hot ginger soup, coughed, raised his eyes to look at Lu Siqing, and said truthfully: "Gu, Sima Xuan, today I am visiting my younger brother Sima Kun in the prison. At three o'clock in the morning, Zhong Shaoqing of Dali Temple escorted Sima Kun to Dali Temple to intercede. He and his wife took the carriage of Qingxu Palace back to Qingxu Palace. Killer..."

After a stick of incense, Sima Xuan finished the situation intermittently, and handed over the witnesses and physical evidence-the killer who was caught alive, and the token of Earl Wenchang's mansion on the killer's body, and handed it to the court in such a light way, the court Wenchang Bowei Haizhou who was outside was directly escorted into the court by the armored guards.

"Wenchang Bowei Haizhou, the case sued by Jingling Marquis Sima Xuan, can you plead guilty?" Lu Siqing of Dali Temple asked with an upright eyebrow - Sima Jingling, the Marquis of Shura, was just an excuse to disrupt the situation, this Wenchang Uncle is also a muddleheaded person, he can't kill anyone but Sima Xuan!

The current situation is very clear. If the young prince Sima Kun does not open his mouth, it will be an unstoppable turnaround, and the Tian family is always unclear about the case. So how Dali Temple will try the case depends on the situation. .

The Minister of Dali Temple understood in his heart that until now, after Bu Zhongcheng avoided Wen Changbo's sight for countless times, Wei Haizhou, who had been interrogated several times by the Minister of Dali Temple and the Secretary of the Ministry of Punishment, completely lost his backbone and dejectedly recognized the chief envoy. The crime of robbing and killing Jinglinghou and his wife.

The three halls of joint trial are comparable to the clan's mansion accepting honorable crimes, not to mention that there is a cabinet chief assistant who is ordered to assist in the trial. Therefore, even if Wei Haizhou has a hereditary title and the emperor Tai/zu The Danshu Iron Coupon that was bestowed on him with the words "Founding the Nation and Auxiliary Transport", Lu Siqing of Dali Temple also ordered someone to lock Wei Haizhou into custody.

The Countess of Wenchang, who fainted and woke up, cried loudly and screamed for grievances, and killed Sima Kun and her daughter, demanding that the Sima family die with their lives. Wei Haizhou suddenly understood something, and changed his words in the blink of an eye, shouting that killing Sima Xuan was just to let Sima Kun experience the feeling of losing a close relative, and strongly denied Lu Siqing's words. The question "Do you have other plans behind your back?"

The solemn and dignified Dali Temple courtroom on weekdays has finally been turned into a vegetable market in the morning market in the south of Chang'an City.

After the bench for the auxiliary trial, the teacup in Xun Run's hand, the chief minister of the cabinet, was smashed at his own feet with a "bang" - the grand minister lost his temper, and there was a sudden silence in the courtroom.

"This pavilion is so old, I'm not afraid to say a few more words that hurt my heart." Xun Run's gaze crossed the court hall of Dali Temple, and gently fell to the rain curtain outside the door, "No one in Chang'an City knows that Jingling Hou and Qing Xu Shizi is a half-brother, and the relationship between Jinglinghou and his stepmother is not very close. Since Wen Changbo said that he wanted Sima Yuanzhi to experience the feeling of losing a close relative, who should you kill? After listening, each has an answer in his heart.”

"What's more, the young girl married the Marquis of Jingling for less than a month. I don't know what Wen Changbo used to classify her as the closest relative of Prince Qingxu?" Slowly but calmly, he said in a tone that forced people to retreat:

"Uncle Wen Chang, think about how to explain it, otherwise the pavilion will think that you took revenge on the Xun family because of the Zhaotong Shuitian case last time. The pavilion personally ordered your nephew Wei Baocong to be executed. Wen Changbo, you hold a grudge. , That's why you want to kill my Xun family's children like this!"

If the chief minister of the cabinet was involved in this case, it would be even more lively, tsk, Jiang is still hot, Sima Xuan looked at everyone in the courtroom, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows slightly.

……

After a whole day of three trials, the final case of Sima Kun, the heir of Qing Xu, who raped and murdered Wei Zhenqing, the fifth daughter of the Earl of Wenchang's mansion, not only failed to reach the final result, but was also rejected by Sima Jingling, who appeared on the way. The case of Xuan suing Wenchangbo Wei Haizhou for murder in the street became a mess.

As soon as the interrogation was over, the chief of the third department took the chief minister of the cabinet and brought him into the palace to make a statement.

In the evening, the heavy rain has stopped, but the drizzle left over from the heavy rain is still floating in the air, mischievously covering everyone with a layer of dampness that seems to be absent—the haze of misty rain, It seems to have brought the early autumn of Chang'an City ahead of schedule.

Sima Xuangang was sent back to Jinglinghou's Mansion, and soon after, his life was hanging by a thread and he had a high fever. If Cao Hui hadn't been present in this kind of chaos, Jinglinghou's Mansion might have closed its doors for a while. up.

"Rong'er, how is Yuanchu?" As soon as Cao Huifu came out from behind Quping, Sima Ying, who had just rushed over from Qingxu Palace, came up to him anxiously.

Cao Hui took Sima Ying's hand and invited her to sit down at the round table, and persuaded her in a low voice: "Sister Quan, don't worry, Junhou was already ill, and today he suffered that robbery and was drenched in heavy rain. So when I came back, I had a sudden cold and high fever, and Uncle Huaiying also came to see him, and said that it would be fine if the fever subsided, and now Junhou has taken the medicine and has fallen asleep."

Sima Ying's heart officer who was up and down was able to calm down for a moment, she pondered and said: "Wang's mansion is still safe, although my father is still a little anxious, but at least he is still calm. So I immediately let me come over to take a look, fortunately, fortunately, mother blesses, and bless Yuanchu is all right."

Cao Hui patiently appeased Sima Ying, who had been kept in the dark by Sima Xuan and Sima Xiu, and sent Sima Ying all the way to the carriage parked outside the east gate of Jinglinghou's Mansion to return to Qingxu Prince's Mansion.

Watching the carriage go away in the misty night, Cao Hui realized that his hands and feet were still shaking slightly.

The robbery this morning was really too dangerous. The sound of the heavy rain completely suppressed the fierceness of the sword fight. The black gun shot in through the window of the carriage and barely wiped her face. With a bang, it hit the wall of the car on the other side. If Sima Xuan hadn't pushed her down in time, she might have been targeted.

The Hou Mansion is huge, Cao Hui sent Sima Ying all the way to the east gate, and when she returned, she took a soft sedan back to Anheju, but the moment she stepped into the second room, she felt an indescribable sense of confusion, like a certain Kinds of vines wrapped around her heart as if they were growing in season.

"Big sister is gone?" On Quping's side, Sima Xuan, who had just taken the medicine, leaned bitterly on the head of Qiangong Babu's bed.

"Well, I'm going back to the palace," Cao Hui calmed down and walked over slowly, and sat down on the couch where she slept at night, her voice was so gentle on the cool summer night: "Your Majesty, you and Qing Xu Wangye chose to leave the general's wife out of this situation, in fact, it is the same reason as my father and brother chose to marry me to your Sima family, isn't it?"

"..." Sima Xuan half leaned against the head of the bed, her breathing was short and impetuous. After a while, she sighed deeply, but she didn't make a sound.

"History has always been like this, so they knew that there would be such a day in the end, so they chose a retreat for me early." Cao Hui's eyes suddenly dimmed. Scar, says:

"At first, I thought that the escape route that my father and brother planned for me was your Sima family—Yanyang Sima, a family of generals. In less than [-] years since the establishment of the Northern Frontier Army, dozens of people from two generations have spilled blood on the north. environment, and the wife of the current mistress, Mrs. Zhao, is the cousin of the Tian family, "

Sima Xuanqiang supported the confusion in his mind, and unexpectedly guessed what Cao Hui was going to say next with ease.

"But I didn't understand until now that my father and brother never thought of relying on the Sima family from the very beginning. They just wanted to entrust me to you——Sima Xuan, who was appointed as a general at the age of 17, Sima Yuanchu, Junhou , do you think so?"

"..." Sima Xuan raised his hand to press the center of his eyebrows with a painful expression, and did not speak for a long time.

For some reason, Sima Xuan's appearance reminded Cao Hui of Sima Xuan's situation on the wedding night. She felt a numbness in her scalp, and hurriedly got up and rushed over, ignoring just now's pressing step by step, and directly put her hand on Sima Xuan's forehead , asked repeatedly: "You... what's the matter with you? Is there any discomfort? Tell me, Sima Xuan!"

The slender wrist with the coolness of the rainy night was suddenly grabbed by someone's warm hand, Cao Hui raised his eyes in surprise, and met the opponent's pair of eyes that were as dark as ink but faintly smiling.

Cao Hui was startled, and the other hand patted Sima Xuan on the shoulder: "...You, you are kidding me, Sima Yuanchu!"

"Hehehehe..." Sima Xuan grabbed Cao Hui's wrist with his left hand, and covered the shoulder slapped by Cao Hui with his right hand - there was a wound wiped out by the crossbow/arrow, and then he laughed softly Come.

"What's wrong with what I said?" Cao Hui frowned, and was pulled to the edge of the bed by the force of his wrist, "Why are you laughing, talking... Are you sick? The fever subsided?"

"No, no retreat, no retreat," Sima Xuan's chest vibrated with a smile, and he managed to control the flood of joy. The man said to Cao Hui in a low, almost whispering voice, "I just want you Just get closer to me, if I call you over bluntly, you definitely won't... ignore me."

The voice of the person in front of him was so vivid that Cao Hui was in a trance for a moment.

In the seventh year of Jingchu, the second year of her marriage to Sima Xuan, at the beginning of the year, the northern border was victorious, and the imperial court successively signed peace treaties with several large tribes of the Huns, and established the master-subordinate relationship. At that time, Cao Hui thought about letting Sima Xuan temporarily Retired from the military uniform and returned to Chang'an to avoid the limelight of the almost master of meritorious deeds, and lived a stable life for two years, but Sima Xuan didn't even give her a chance to speak.

Sima Xuan rejected Cao Hui, and his rejection was always straightforward, but now, this person...

"Although my hands were covered with human blood since I was a child, I am neither dirty nor stinky," Sima Xuan pursed his lips when he saw Cao Hui's sad look, and finally let go of Cao Hui's hand. His eyes gradually dimmed, "I think... I just, just want to get closer to you, Huier."

However, between you and me, your family hatred is actually separated by your family hatred, even mountains and seas, there is no way to overcome it, not to mention that the person who has unreasonable thoughts has always been just me.

Over the past few years, she, Sima Xuan, has perfected one pair after another, but she has never been able to perfect herself.

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