Rong Xuan

When it was time to eat lunch, the long street was full of pedestrians and merchants. A light blue crepe-covered carriage drove out from the east gate of Jinglinghou Mansion smoothly and quickly.

The sound of the carriage rumbled away, like raindrops beating on a crystal jade plate, which was pleasant to the ear.

Two quarters of an hour later, outside a heavily guarded room in the isolation hall of Dali Temple, Liu Sheng, the chief guard of Jingling Hou's Mansion, knocked on the door without haste and said, "My lord, there are people coming from our Hou's mansion." .”

The door of the room was opened from the inside, and the handsome man in Zhu Xuan's brocade robe frowned, and stepped out of the threshold with some doubts: "In the mansion? Who?"

Liu Sheng: "Madam sent it."

Thinking of the cakes and snacks that Yuyan sent earlier, Sima Xuan closed his mouth, licked the canine teeth in his mouth thoughtfully with the tip of his tongue, and raised the corner of his mouth at an extremely fast speed that could not be caught by the naked eye.

She said, "Bring someone here."

After a while, Liu Sheng left and returned, and behind him, a woman wearing a light blue veiled hat appeared dignifiedly and steadily in the isolation room holding a bamboo strip painted with lacquer and gold in her hand. inside.

"Second, second sister-in-law?" Sima Kun stood up weakly from the rest couch, with slight doubts in his voice.

Under the door, Liu Sheng personally sent the mistress's wife, Cao Hui, into the isolation room and sent it to his master, then closed the door, and guarded the door again.

Sima Xuan walked over to take the suitcase from Cao Hui's hand, and led her in.

"It's really the second sister-in-law, Kun'er has seen the second sister-in-law!" Sima Kun held the thick iron chain in his hand that hurt his arms, and bowed respectfully to Cao Hui.

"Your Majesty, you don't need to be too courteous," Cao Hui turned halfway to accept Sima Kun's salute, and at the same time bowed himself to respond.

"Sit down," Sima Xuan put the food box on the only Eight Immortals table in the room, beckoned Sima Kun to come over, and asked Cao Huidao, "Why did you come to Dali Temple? Are you done with your work?"

Sima Kun helped Sima Xuan arrange the meals in the big food box one by one, and then sat down in a well-behaved manner, as well-behaved as in the past ten years.

"I don't have anything to do." Cao Hui lowered his veiled hat and put it aside. When he turned around, he pressed Sima Xuan's forearm by the way, beckoning her to serve the meal. The trial has been going on all morning, but what progress has been made?"

Sima Kun lowered his head and remained silent.

Cao Hui didn't ask any more questions, but first brought a bowl of rice and put it in front of Sima Kun, "I see that there are heavy armored guards from Dali Temple outside the gate, can't you take off the iron chains on your body first?"

Sima Kun, who was holding the chopsticks to eat the rice, raised his eyes to his second brother Sima Xuan on the right side - he saw that his second brother's gaze was still on the bottom layer of the food box, and he didn't have the time to respond.

Cao Hui followed Sima Kun's small eyes all the way, and couldn't help reaching out and poking Sima Xuan who was sitting facing south, "Hey, I want to ask you something."

"I can't take it off, just wear it. After a few days of imprisonment, you will know how to be smart." Sima Xuan made a difficult swallowing movement, and suddenly felt pain in the root of his tongue.

Cao Hui also saw what Sima Xuan was staring at the food box, so Sima Kun said vaguely, "Although Yushi Zhongcheng added fifty catties of iron chains to me, in return, the second brother insisted on being there in court." That old guy Wei Haizhou has [-] catties of shackles on him, and he may even struggle to drink water now," Cao Hui calmly took out a small rattan bucket for heat preservation from the bottom layer of the food box.

Sima Xuan's hand resting on the edge of the table twitched nervously - no need to guess, the rattan barrel contained the decoction brought by Cao Hui.

"Hey, second brother, is the poison on your body still not healed? Huh—??!!" The moment the rattan barrel lid was staggered, at the same time that Prince Qing Xu, who had a keen sense of smell, asked Sima Xuan inexplicably, A piece of powdery white sweet and sour lotus root was stuffed into the child's mouth.

"I heard old people in the army say that eating more lotus roots can improve your mind," the man who stuffed Sima Kun's mouth full of lotus roots told his "fourth brother" earnestly: "Concentrate on eating, and be careful not to choke."

Sima Kun: "...!!!"

In the end, although Sima Xuan took the medicine very obediently, there was still some dark red blood in his deep and dark eyes that had just subsided from the fever, and his whole body exuded a kind of weakness that had just recovered from a serious illness.

Cao Hui originally hoped that Sima Xuan could take a nap after the meal to recover his spirits, but before the lunch was finished, Dali Temple sent an official to urge him, saying that the third division had arrived at the court, and Sima Xuan and Sima Kun were invited to go to the court. court.

"Let's go back," Sima Xuan handed the cap to Cao Hui, his hoarse voice revealed a bit of confidence in the overall situation, as well as a hint of joy that others could not detect.

Watching Liusheng escort Cao Hui and Yuyan away gradually until they disappeared from the far-reaching sight, Sima Kun shook the iron chains on both hands, rattled and clanked, and laughed: "Two Brother, what are you happy about?"

"Yuanzhi, after you get out of prison, what should you do if the Deng family comes to withdraw from the marriage?" Sima Xuan patted the center of his eyebrows and asked the above question abruptly.

Sima Kun walked forward dragging the chains on his ankles, and replied without hesitation: "What else can I do? Of course it's too late to be happy!"

"Okay." Sima Xuan raised his hand and rubbed his nose, his face was as cold and alienated as usual: "I wrote this down for you, as long as you speak, I will definitely tell the Deng family not to take that The granddaughter married into the Sima family."

"Second brother is serious?" Sima Kun's expression brightened, and he walked briskly while dragging his 25-jin shackles.

"Have I ever broken my promise to you?" Sima Xuan smiled warmly, the sky above his head was as blue as washing, and a cloud of pure white clouds floated quietly on the far horizon.

/ / /

Since the reign of Jingchu, under the current rule of Shang Guangshi benevolent government, culture, politics and martial arts, even the troubles of the Huns in the farthest northern border of Dachao Kingdom have been quelled.

The flames of war in the past have gone with the wind and scattered on the luxuriant Jiker Grassland. Today's Dachao Kingdom can be regarded as a place where Shanghai is clear and the river is clear, and the world is peaceful.

It may be because there have been no incidents in the country for a long time. When the murder case of King Xu Si came out, those ministers in Chang'an city who ate the king's salary and worried about the king's worries, as well as the officials and envoys from all walks of life, seemed to have smelled rotten corpses. Like a bloody vicious hyena, he surrounded the case eagerly, ready to hold up the banner of justice and law at any time, and pounce on Sima Kun, a child under 17 years old, to tear away all the bones and scum left.

"So what if you're under 17 years old? You don't even think about whose offspring it is. You probably don't know how he slaughtered the Chunwei tribe of the Xiongnu in the first place?"

"That's right, dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes, his father is so tyrannical, and his second brother's methods are even more ruthless. Growing up in such a family, the son of Sima may be better than blue, rape and kill an earl So what about the concubine's daughter, it won't be easy for that child to die..."

"Yeah, you don't know, last time I heard people say that Qing Xu Xiaoshi was walking on the street, and a salt merchant who was passing by was knocked down, and he beat the salt merchant to death on the street. !"

"The person who beat the salt merchant to death? Isn't that the young master of Duke Xuan's mansion?"

"Where is it, then Young Master Yang was pushed out to take the blame, and the one who really killed the person was the young son of Qingxu Mansion..."

In the Xianxianju restaurant, Zhao Qingjia, who came out to eat alone, accidentally heard the above-mentioned dissidents expressing their opinions at the dinner table and wine jar.

But even if those words became more and more outrageous, Princess Yongjia could only show her hands about it-the rumors are unstoppable, her tongue is as soft as a knife, even a hero of the world can't do anything about it.

"Everyone is like this," a white jade jug full of fine wine was gently placed on the table of the Eight Immortals, and Zhan Qingjin, who was dressed as an ordinary gentleman, sat sideways under Zhao Qingjia's head, looking coldly at Qing who was not far away. Sha Liping raised her chin, "Why dirty your ears."

Zhao Qingjia knew who was sitting on the side of Sixteen Fingers, she raised her eyebrows indifferently, and happily pushed the empty wine cup in her hand towards the white jade wine pot: "You are free now, you still have time to come out and eat Alcohol."

"For the blessing of the mistress, take a day off." Zhan Qingjin pulled up his sleeves and poured wine for Zhao Qingjia—in fact, he hadn't had a good rest from the time his master was poisoned to the case of the eldest son. I'm doing something for my master, but I can't talk about it.

Although Zhao Qingjia is extroverted, she also has a deep side. Even if there is something hidden in her heart, she can still make herself look normal after all.

She picked up the half-full wine cup, touched one with Zhan Qingjin generously, and the fragrance of rice wine filled her mouth.

Zhao Qingjia stretched out the wine cup to the wine pot again, and joked: "If you dare to make me drunk, you will be responsible for sending me home. Sixteen, I came out alone this time."

Zhan Qingjin blinked and continued to add wine to Zhao Qingjia.

After drinking the fifth cup of wine, Zhao Qingjia called out the eighth "Sixteen", Zhan Qingjin suddenly said in a low voice, "My surname is Zhan, and my name is Zhan Qingjin."

"..." Hearing this, Zhao Qingjia just raised his eyelids and glanced at the person next to him, without saying a word, but motioned her to continue pouring the wine.

I don't know if Zhao Qingjia heard about Shiliu from a guard or maid around her. No, she heard that Zhan Qingjin could drink well. After finishing a pot of rice wine, she really saw that this guy looked normal, and dragged Zhan Qingjin on a whim. Qing Jin drank the wine.

In the end, when there was only a remnant of the bloody sunset in the western sky, the owner of Yongjia County, who was clamoring that whoever gets drunk first, pays the bill, lay down on the table rich and powerful.

Zhan Qingjin hesitated for a moment, looked around the restaurant a few more times, and finally raised his hand to call for the restaurant's errand boy, threw him a few taels of silver, and asked him to go outside and call for a soft sedan chair.

The guy in the restaurant probably knew someone, so after getting Zhan Qingjin's explanation, he seriously hired a tulle sedan with hanging curtains that didn't lose Zhao Qingjia's identity from among the many cars, horses and sedan chairs waiting in the street outside the door. .

Banxianju is not far from Wuwen Garden, Yongjia Princess Zhao Qingjia was carried in the sedan chair, and Zhan Qingjin walked towards Wuwen Garden with the bearers.

Different from the hustle and bustle of Zhuque Street where Banxianju is located, the alley where the main entrance of Wuwen Garden is located is quiet and secluded.

The pedestrians on the street were silent, and the evening breeze was cool, and the person in the sedan chair suddenly said softly: "Behind the standing screen you pointed to me earlier, sitting is the eldest granddaughter of Deng Shichang's family in the cabinet. Little Yuanzhi was bitten to death, in order to save your younger brother, is your master planning to involve most of the court until Yuanzhi escapes?"

Zhan Qingjin didn't answer, and the porters ignored these words and just carried the sedan chair to the destination—as if what Zhao Qingjia said just now was just her own illusion, she thought she said it, but in fact she She didn't speak at all, so the man outside didn't answer her.

"Hey, let me tell you!" After a long while, when he was about to reach the gate of Wuwen Garden, Zhao Qingjia suddenly opened the sedan chair curtain and poked his head out, "Zhan Qingjin is right, at least he used to be a master and a servant, so he didn't care. What's the matter with me?"

"..." Zhan Qingjin continued to walk forward without looking sideways.

The proud Princess Yongjia didn't make a sound until the sedan chair stopped at the gate of Wuwen Garden. Fang Jing on the steps rushed over to pick her up with a group of servant girls. Zhan Qingjin stood beside the sedan chair with her head bowed respectfully. Give yourself a bow--

After stepping over the threshold of her house with one foot, the princess turned around and said, "This sedan chair originally belonged to my Wuwen garden. I don't know how much silver you gave to the restaurant boy as reward Woolen cloth?"

Zhan Qingjin: "..."

Zhan Qingjin, who had suffered a lot, returned to Jinglinghou's mansion after sunset, and night fell, unexpectedly meeting her master's carriage at the east door.

Sima Xuan remembered that Shiliu only had a simple task today, so she didn't ask any more questions, but gave an order while walking inside: "You go down and bring a few more people, and you must go with Shiwu and the others tonight." Guard your son."

Zhan Qingjin, who had just returned to the Hou's Mansion, took the order to go again. Sima Xuan's steps faltered, and he simply returned to Anheju in a sedan chair within a few steps.

The sedan chair was lifted steadily, Sima Xuan closed his eyes, and leaned wearily in the corner, hearing the uniform footsteps of the bearers, the extra light steps were Liu Sheng, who occasionally walked in groups The sound is the patrolling government soldiers...

The jolt of the sedan chair landing in the courtyard of Anheju directly awakened Sima Xuan, who had almost fallen asleep, and the moment the sedan chair curtain was lifted from the outside by Liu Sheng, Sima Xuan heard the intermittent noise from the second time. The laughter of carefree children.

It's twins.

"Daddy, you are back!" Sima Qing was always very close to "father" Sima Xuan before seeing him or hearing his voice.

The door curtain reflecting the candlelight in the room was picked up by Yuyan, and Sima Qing happily yelled "Daddy" and ran out of the room three times, bumping herself into Sima Xuan's leg with a bang.

Maybe it's because the child has gained weight recently——she bumped Sima Xuan back two steps.

Sima Xuan tried to pick up Xiao Qing'er, but she was unable to pick up the child because she had no strength due to the high fever on her body.

She simply led the child into the house and asked Xiao Qing'er pretending to be angry, "Why are you still here at this time? Where's the nanny, why didn't you take you back to sleep?"

"Daddy won't be at home all day, so of course my brother and I will come to accompany my mother." Sima Qing tilted her little head, and the soft little bun on her head swayed as she walked, Really cute.

As soon as the senior and junior entered the room, they saw Sima Huan wearing an ice blue straight train, a belt of bamboo pattern of the same color around his waist, and a small white jade pendant on his head, two chubby hands folded, He bowed respectfully to Sima Xuan with the appearance of a young adult, and asked in a child's voice, "Hello, Daddy".

There was an imperceptible smile in the corners of Sima Xuan's eyes - if it wasn't for Huan'er's chubby belly protruding and his appearance a bit naive, this child really looks like a precocious little adult.

So, Sima Xuan responded to his son with an indifferent "Yeah", and rubbed the top of Xiao Huan'er's hair as he walked over, instantly making the child purse his small mouth and break his arrogant and glamorous " Eldest son, I'm already a man" magical skill.

The meals that Cao Hui ordered had already been served from the small kitchen at the same time Sima Xuan entered.

She bent down, hugged the two children to the stools and sat down, and said to Sima Xuan who went inside to change his clothes and clean his hands, "I personally watched the dinner in the kitchen. When you came back, Qian Yong had already delivered the meal to Dali Temple." , it is estimated that the prince has already had dinner by now."

Sima Xuan, who had changed into ocher narrow sleeves and a straight train, rolled up his cuffs, lowered his head and came out sideways from the inside.

She nodded and sat next to Xiao Huan'er, her voice was a little more hoarse than usual: "I saw Fang Yong and his party on the way back—" and handed back the pair of ebony chopsticks with pine patterns for children to her son , Sima Xuan smiled warmly: "Huan'er is good, can you have some supper with Daddy?"

Sima Huan turned his head and saw that his younger sister was already holding chopsticks to fight with a vegetable ball, he couldn't help but feel a burst of emotion, he looked at his father and then at his mother, Xiaopang held the chopsticks in his hand and hesitated for a moment, finally lowered his head worried He looked at his half-small watermelon-like stomach.

——Well, I will risk my life to accompany the gentleman and have a supper with my father.

The author has something to say:

Miraculously, the software reminded me that there is another mobile phone to log into my Jinjiang account. I went to the "recent login" of that account and took a look. God, there is really another mobile phone besides my own Android system and PC. (Android too) I'm logging in, and I've logged in more than once [Scary Face]