Rong Xuan

According to the records of "Chao Shi·Third Emperor Records", on the night of October 18, [-]th year of Jingchu, he was seriously ill and urgently summoned Xuan Guogong Yang Kaitai, the seven ministers of the cabinet, Zongzhengfu Zongzheng, and the fifth son of the emperor Jing'an County King Zhao Qingyuan entered the palace to have an audience.

At three o'clock in the morning of the next day, the cabinet took the place of the emperor in the Datonghe Hall. With Yang Kaitai, the Duke of Xuanguo, and Zongzheng of the Zongzheng Mansion as supporting evidence, Deng Shichang, the Minister of the Cabinet, issued three imperial edicts on behalf of the emperor. On the third day, he bestowed Qibaozhu to the king of Jing'an County, the title of Prince of Jin, temporarily acting as regent of Datong Harmony Hall, and assistant ministers of the cabinet and other princes and ministers.

The rise and fall of dynasties on the mainland of Kyushu has countless generations, and the change of imperial power in each generation in the history books is almost accompanied by a certain degree of bloody storms. The most recent power transition between Xianhui Shun'an Emperor and Jinshang did not end in one or two battles. That's right, Ren Cao Hui never imagined that the era of Emperor Chao Guo III, who had opened up a prosperous dynasty, was just like this lightly announced by the three imperial decrees.

Prince Jing'an Zhao Qingyuan came to the Datong Hall of Harmony as regent, and the city of Chang'an gradually returned to stability.

From the time when the people of the Jing'an faction started attacking the East Palace and King Baoxin, to quietly completing the replacement of the imperial power in a certain sense without disturbing the chief guard Yu Lin and the guard Ma Si There are many shady tactics and tactics that have appeared in history, and there are not even dead people, but these are not things that Cao Hui has to worry about.

The ban on Chang'an City was lifted, and several soldiers and horses performed their duties, but Xun Gong, the leader of the dynasty, became more and more desperate.

One month later, Chang'an City ushered in the first snow in the 16th year of Jingchu.

"I, Xun Run, a civil servant, must... be disloyal to the emperor," the increasingly frail chief minister of the cabinet lay on his sickbed, watching from afar the incense table issued by the regent in the name of the emperor to the Xun mansion. Consolation decree, his voice lowered, his eyes turned red, and he said intermittently: "The reason why I... did this is because, because the small people want to be saved, and the big... big people want to be saved... If you want to judge meritorious deeds... But... I'm not afraid of discussing right and wrong in front of the ten kings of Hades..."

Xun Run stretched out his arm with difficulty, and his disfigured hand was immediately held by King Sima Xiu of Qingxu who was beside the couch: "Don't be afraid of Shechuan, if the King of Hades from the Ten Palaces dares to embarrass you, we will wait for you in the future." When the brothers get together again, let Cao Wuzhang come up with an idea, as a brother, together with Bufan, we will overthrow the ten halls, and under Huangquan, we brothers will become the overlord again!"

In the boyhood of fresh clothes and angry horses, there was such a high-spirited age. Several young people who worshiped each other had their own strengths. The eldest and the second child came from a family of generals, and they declared that they would become the masters who would calm the world and protect the country. General!

The third child and the fourth child are scholars, unable to carry weapons, so the third child put his arms around the shoulders of the fourth child, and said to the eldest child and the second child with a smile: "Then Xun Run and I will work for you in the court, and we will guarantee you If you want money, if you want money, if you want food and food, you can siege cities and plunder and expand territories, and we will help you guard the mountains and rivers you conquered..."

The memory gradually became blurred, and finally turned into a coldness that could not be recalled between the fingers.

"..." Xun Run grinned weakly, and smiled silently. He looked at Sima Xiu, who had just come back from the north, his eyes were full of tears, and his voice was low to a whisper. : "At first, I thought that I could last until that day, but I can't, I have to go..."

All the words stopped suddenly, Xun Run's body like a withered leaf suddenly curled up, and two lines of turbid tears flowed down suddenly - he was in pain, his whole body was in pain, the pain was like a thousand cuts, like a bone piercing the heart pain!

"Big Brother...Big Brother...Big Brother...Big Brother..."

Xun Run couldn't make a sound anymore, his lips trembled, his eyes gradually became loose, and he silently repeated this address over and over again.

Sima Ren and his roommate, the two doctors, had already come forward to give Xun Run the needles. Sima Xiu was invited out of the bed, and the middle-aged man in armor with a knife on his waist wiped his face indiscriminately when he turned around—— —The last time he shed tears was when he collected the body of his brother Cao Kecao Wuyi.

But now, Shichuan, the youngest among them, had to leave one step ahead of him.

"I came back from the northern border privately," Sima Xiu walked out, and said in a calm voice to Sima Xuan who followed behind him: "I'm going to the middle, I heard that your body is not feeling well recently, don't stand still Just get up."

Sima Xuan didn't respond aloud, and Sima Xiu didn't bother to turn around to find out why his "son" didn't answer. He strode out of the gate of the Xun Mansion, took the whip from He Tong, grabbed the saddle and stepped on the stirrup, and rolled over with a little difficulty. Get on horseback.

"father!"

The moment Sima Xiu raised his hand to raise the whip to urge the horse, Sima Xuan who was originally standing on the steps suddenly called out to him and ran over.

Sima Xiu was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had heard something wrong, he reined in the reins, and lowered his eyes to look at the "son" who ran towards him in puzzlement.

After a moment of silence, he asked in a steady voice, "What's the matter?"

"Yuanzhi and my son talked about some old things a few days ago," Sima Xuan raised his eyes and looked at Sima Xiu—his father's temples had turned gray at some point, and the few strands of hair had fallen down from his long journey, making him look Father became more and more vicissitudes.

Sima Xuan said: "Mother's memorial tablet is enshrined in the small ancestral hall in the backyard of the son's mansion. My son has not been free for many days. If my father is free recently, I dare to ask my father to put a stick of incense for my mother for my son. The son told the mother that the son is now done and safe and sound."

Sima Xiu tightly grasped the horse's reins with a pair of vicissitudes of life, and there were even blue veins on the back of his dark and rough hands. After a while, Sima Xiu, the Generalissimo of the Northern Frontier Army who had fought for half his life, beat his horse and left.

"I know it for my father." Before leaving, Sima Xiu left such a sentence indifferently, as if there had never been such a conflict between him and his daughter Sima Xuan for so many years.

Those who kill on the battlefield have a clear distinction between likes and hates, and their actions are always straightforward. Sima Xuan's words mean that she knows the reasons for her father's various actions back then, and finally chose to let go.

Seeing his father gradually disappearing, Sima Xuan had a sore nose and turned back to the Xun Mansion.

She once hated her father for throwing her into the northern army when she was eight years old, regardless of her life or death, but she didn't know that her father did this because he was afraid that she would be involved in the conspiracy in the inner house because she lost her mother Therefore, I chose to place her where she can be seen at any time.

For my father, the northern battlefield, where life and death are uncertain, is far safer than the Du Qihou's mansion back then.

She once hated her father for throwing her mother's memorial tablet out of the ancestral hall, but she didn't know that if her father didn't do this, the Zhao family would report her identity as a woman disguised as a man to Tian's family, and at least she would lose her life. Then the mother who had already died was ordered to be dug out by the heavenly family to destroy her bones and ashes!

For the father, the life of "son" Sima Xuan was indeed more important than his.

"Master, master!" Ting Zhu rushed over from the north courtyard, out of breath: "Hurry up, Xun Gong, hurry up..."

Listening to Zhu's voice, Sima Xuan had already rushed towards the north courtyard.

She had just rushed into the bedroom door, and Fang Luzi came out from the front, shaking his head slowly at her.

"Senior brother and I sealed Duke Xun's heart veins with needles, and temporarily held our breath. Go in and have a look." Sima Ren who came out afterwards said in a low voice.

Sima Xuan coughed several times because of the violent running, she stabilized her breath, and then walked into the inner bed panting.

The servants had all gone out, and only Cao Hui and Grandma Jia were standing in front of the sickbed. Xun Runping was lying on the sickbed, with a gurgle in his throat, and his breathing was extremely slow.

Sima Xuan walked over slowly, and stopped beside Cao Hui silently.

It is said that people will look back and finish what they have not finished before they die, but Xun Run, the chief minister of the cabinet, did not. He just lay quietly and stared at the "Taiping Tianxia" carved on the top of the bed without a word. Figure", the peaceful eyes finally relaxed a little bit.

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"I'm Cao Ke, kid, what's your name?"

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"Shichuan, you and I are middle-class civil servants. Even though we are thin, we will make the world fat; even if our hearts are anxious, we will make the world peaceful."

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"This time, brother, I really have to go first, Shikawa, you can walk the rest of the way by yourself, remember, don't look back."

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After an unknown amount of time, when the strand of thread Sima Ren placed under Xun Run's nose no longer trembled due to the air current, Cao Hui fell weakly into Sima Xuan's arms.

Nanny Jia's low sobs finally turned into crying bitterly.

On the twenty-ninth day of the winter month in the 16th year of Jingchu, Xun Gong, the chief minister of the cabinet, died at the age of fifty and four.

On behalf of the imperial court, the regent bestowed a lot of posthumous titles and graces. Xun Run had no heirs. The "Daughter of Duke Xun" Mrs. Jingling Hou granted her a first-rank imperial order and bestowed the Lordship of Huaizhong County.

Today, the son was still ill, and Xun Run's funeral was not arranged in a big way. Mother Jia took out the will written by Xun Run a few years ago, and sent Xun Run's coffin into the Xun's ancestral grave as low-key as possible, and put it in a proper manner. He took care of the old and young women and children in Xunfu.

However, not long after another heavy snow covered the bustling and noisy city of Chang'an, the situation had stabilized. The Datong Hall of Harmony was accepting pilgrimages from the four allies and subordinate countries under the new year. The 27-year-old Jingling Hou Sima Xuan finally also fell ill in Jinglinghou's mansion.

Cinnabar slow poisoning, although it has long since ceased to be involved, the damaged organs can no longer be repaired and restored - it is also possible if the good health and care are taken care of, but the night when King Baoxin and the Prince of the East Palace had an incident, But Sima Xuan once again held the Wuhen Waist Saber...

The twins were young, seeing their father lying on the bed motionless, crying all day with their eyes swollen, the servants in the Hou's mansion were flustered for a while, and Sima Ying came to suppress them.

Cao Hui didn't pay attention to the commotion outside, she stayed by Sima Xuan's bedside day and night, not leaving an inch, she didn't cry or feel sad, she just took care of Sima Xuan patiently.

When this person fell asleep, she would lie down beside the bed and take a nap with her. If this person woke up, she would talk to her in a low voice, peaceful and warm, as if everything outside had nothing to do with them.

On the twenty-sixth day of the twelfth lunar month, the Jin State Mission came to Beijing to meet the Emperor Chao State, and Miao Yongsheng, Marshal of the Southern Border Army, returned to Beijing to report on his duties.

"Qing Jia is back." Cao Hui patiently fed Sima Xuan a mouthful of medicine, and hurriedly wiped off the medicine stains that overflowed due to the other party's non-cooperation with a handkerchief. "I will probably come over in the evening. She heard that you were sick Now, I brought back a lot of medicinal materials from the southern border, Mr. Fang came to see them, and said that they are all good medicines, which will be of great benefit to you."

Sima Xuan suddenly started coughing. She lay down on the edge of the bed and vomited out all the soup and medicine she had eaten before. Before Cao Hui could dodge in time, Sima Xuan's vomit stained her clothes.

Cao Hui put down the medicine bowl, called Yuyan and Liusheng to come in to help clean up, and went behind the screen to change his outer clothes.

After a while of quiet and silent tidying up, Yuyan and Liu Shengzhiqu withdrew, leaving the two people in the warm bedroom again.

Sima Xuan leaned halfway on the soft pillow, frowned and stared at Cao Hui, but there was only a vague outline in her line of sight.

"I'm sorry..." Sima Xuan raised his hand in the direction of Cao Hui, his voice hoarse and weak: "Hui'er, can you get closer? I can't see your face clearly."

Cao Hui caught the hand covered with various scars and calluses, and slowly lay down next to the edge of the bed. She curled up and snuggled up to Sima Xuan, and gently buried her face in his neck.

"It's the smell of herbs..." Cao Hui sniffed, his voice somewhat suffocating, "It's faint, and it smells good."

"I just vomited," Sima Xuan laughed silently, raised his other hand and gently covered one of Cao Hui's cheeks: "It should be stinky."

"..." Cao Hui obviously paused, she held Sima Xuan's hand and raised her head suddenly, staring at Sima Xuan's left ear with reddish eyes: "You, did you hear me at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty?"

"Well," Sima Xuan squinted his eyes and tried hard to see Cao Hui's face clearly - she spoke with a faint nasal sound, as if she was crying, "Don't be surprised, I heard it from the right ear,"

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and tentatively touched Cao Hui's face, but was avoided.

"Let's cry," Sima Xuan lowered his hand in dejection, only full of apology, she twisted the quilt in her hand, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's still possible to get through this year's end. Wait until next spring, Ouchi will announce After the clear decree is for Duke Cao and your Cao family to be redressed, Huier, you should go to the state of Jin."

Cao Hui didn't speak, but held Sima Xuan's hanging hand in his.

Feeling the warmth of the other party's palm, Sima Xuan grinned grinningly, "I have to leave the remaining students to Huan'er, let Fang Yong and Chen Xun escort you there, to Chaoge City, the capital of the Jin Kingdom, to the west of the city. Wei Xiang, take my finger and find an old doctor named Lian Guozhen, he will take you to meet the person you want to meet, Huier, that person has been waiting for you for a long, long time..."

Sima Xuan still couldn't hold back, tears fell silently, and his vision became more blurred.

"Sima Yuanchu, you have no conscience for treating me like this..." Cao Hui wrapped his arms around Sima Xuan's neck, and finally whimpered, like a weak little lamb:

"Sure enough, you still took this road of no return, and you still chose to abandon me, so what will you do in the future? Have I lived with the two children? Are you so relieved that we are orphans and widows? You, you, you Aren't you afraid that I will treat your two children harshly? Xuan—Sima Xuan, you can't do this..."

"No, Huier, I won't." The smile on the corner of Sima Xuan's mouth seemed to grow wider. She gently patted Cao Hui's back, silently comforting the person who had endured too much pressure. .

Sima Xuan couldn't be more clear that her Hui'er needs a big cry without any scruples at this time, to bid farewell to Duke Xun who gave her a second identity so that she can live a fair and aboveboard, and to bid farewell to the [-] Cao's army on her shoulders Erlang's great grievance is also a way to bid farewell to everything that has been accumulated in his heart in the past eight years.

All of those are extremely heavy.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine," Sima Xuan pulled up his sleeves and wanted to wipe Cao Hui's tears, but because she couldn't see clearly, her movements seemed extremely cautious, "Didn't Uncle Huaiying say that a good life will raise you?" It's going to recover slowly, it's not uncomfortable, okay?"

"Not good, not good at all," Cao Hui held Sima Xuan's big hand, and buried his face in the man's palm, "You still have a lot of things that you haven't told me, I want to hear you tell me How did you bring down the crown prince and King Baoxin with one stone and two birds with one stone? I also want to know what kind of net you have laid to push the regent to the high position of Prince Qizhu in one fell swoop. I..."

Cao Hui's words gradually became quieter until he lost his voice—same as he did after the first poison attack, the drowsy Sima Xuan fell asleep again.

In the evening, when Zhao Qingjia, Princess of Yongjia, came to Jinglinghou's mansion, Sima Xuan was still asleep in the bedroom, and Cao Hui, who restrained all his sadness, invited Zhao Qingjia to the bright hall of Anheju.

The two women who had known each other since childhood chatted for a long time in the bright hall. Since Cao Hui came back from Hezhou two years ago, they didn't seem to have such a long conversation while sitting opposite each other with the stove in their hands.

They talked a lot, from childhood anecdotes to Sima Xuan's current situation, and even talked about Zhao Qingjia's experience after he went to the Guangcheng Army in the southern border, until the servants came in and palmed up the lamps one by one, and Yuyan told them at the door , Said that Master Huaiying and Bai Taiyi from the Imperial Medical Office came to the mansion to give Junhou a follow-up consultation.

Cao Hui and Zhao Qingjia went to the bedroom together, and quietly came to the inner bedroom to wait for Sima Ren and Bai Taiji to give Sima Xuan the pulse.

In the end, the two doctors came together to shake their heads and sigh gently to the young Mrs. Jinglinghou.

Sima Ren privately told Cao Hui more than once about the results of those diagnoses.

"The poison in Junhou's body has been dormant for a long time. The last time the poison came out suddenly, although it was contained in time, the toxins that could not be excreted were finally sealed in Junhou's body. It is not a problem to live to 50 years old, but now because of the palace change, Junhou has once again activated his true energy, and the poison in his body has flared up again, after all, it is human power that cannot be recovered..."

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Cao Hui has experienced too many deaths and partings in his life.

On the night of the 16th New Year's Eve in the [-]th year of the first year of the Dachao Kingdom, a sudden blizzard ravaged the lanterns of thousands of family reunions in Chang'an, and the cold wind blew inside and outside the palace city. It is a series of cold and lukewarm reminder songs, indicating that there are nobles in the imperial capital who are about to die.

All the imperial physicians in the Imperial Medical Office were invited to the palace to save the life of His Majesty the Emperor who was suddenly critically ill. At almost the same time, Sima Ren, the master of Wuyao Hall, was also brought to the Jinglinghou Mansion by a galloping carriage.

In the palace:

When the Prince Regent Zhao Qingyuan rushed to the Central Palace non-stop following the order of Empress Cao Shiyi, the Central Palace was full of people kneeling inside and out. Among these people were concubines and beauties from various palaces, and there were also many princes and princesses who were underage.

Seeing the Prince Regent coming, these people did not salute the future emperor respectfully and apologetically as usual, they just sobbed and wept softly, crying for their own lives and their future.

Zhao Qingyuan bypassed the crowd kneeling in the blizzard, and was led all the way into the inner hall by Hua Jinzhong. At this moment, His Majesty Zhao Yujing, the Emperor, who was on the sickbed, had only breathed out but not breathed in.

The imperial physicians knelt before the sickbed, and Empress Cao was sitting in a chair next to her.

"Mother's Queen," the Regent Zhao Qingyuan stepped forward and bowed to his aunt, "Royal Father..."

"My lord, please use the name of the regent to call the cabinet to temporarily act as Chief Assistant Deng Gong, Zong Zhengfu Zongzheng, Xuan Guogong and King Qingxu to enter the palace." Empress Cao closed her eyes, blocking the swaying tree shadows from the window. Out of sight—her husband, Zhao Yujing, who is seriously ill, the time has come, "I also want to announce that the head of the House of Internal Affairs and the Ministry of Rituals is here... The 16th year of Jingchu is coming to an end."

The Prince Regent lost his mother when he was young. When he was in Prince Mu's Mansion in the south, he was often taken care of by his aunt Cao. Later, his aunt Cao also helped him to succeed in the palace. Zhao Qingyuan now respects this aunt a lot.

After receiving the order from his aunt, the regent Zhao Qingyuan went to the gate of the palace and gave out the orders one by one. His confidants took the orders and went to their own businesses. Only then did Zhao Qingyuan among the group of people kneeling on the ground see A shivering child hiding in a corner - if I remember correctly, this child is his youngest brother, Zhao Qingtu, the sixteenth son of the emperor.

This child was born without a mother, and was never fostered under the name of any harem. Zhao Qingyuan was puzzled, how could this child appear here now?

Zhao Qingyuan twisted his fingers hidden in his wide sleeves, turned around and entered the inner hall.

However, the moment he stepped on the threshold of the inner hall, the voice of the Chief Internal Officer Hua Jinzhong suddenly came from the room:

"Your Majesty, the mountain is collapsing!"

At the same time, the House of Internal Affairs, which had prepared the New Year's celebrations and the emperor's salute, quickly wrapped the imperial city in heavy snow. The little internal official took the emperor's dragon robe and tremblingly climbed up to the highest point of the palace. above the roof ridge.

He waved the dragon robe in his hand, and called out three soul-calling words:

"Zhao Shiyu has returned home! Zhao Shiyu has returned home! Zhao Shi Yujing has returned home!"

With the last call to the soul, the bright yellow dragon robe symbolizing the Nine-Five Supreme Being was thrown out of his hand, and was swept into the dark sky by the violent storm and disappeared in an instant.

In the main hall of the central palace, a brand new dragon robe was personally put on the regent Zhao Qingyuan by Zong Zhengfu Zong Zheng.

The cabinet took out the imperial edict of the Daxing Emperor, respecting Zhao Qingyuan, the fifth son of Prince Qizhu Jing'an, as the new king, who will take the throne at a certain date. Sima Xiu, the king of Qingxu, and Yang Kaitai, the Duke of Xuanguo, first bowed their knees to the ground, kneeling three times and kowtowing nine times, shouting long live .

There are no dissatisfied inside and outside.

The new monarch, Zhao Qingyuan, went to the Hall of Harmony of Datong, and invited the Twelve Seals of the Son of Heaven to announce his obituary to the world as the new monarch, and to mourn for the emperor Daxing.

Zhao Qingyuan worked all night without touching the ground, until the first ray of skylight on the first day of the new year passed through the thick clouds and seemed to shine on the snow-covered Chang'an City.

"Report to Master," the dark guard in black appeared in front of Zhao Qingyuan on time when the white candles in the hall had burned out the last spark, and said, "The Marquis of Jingling passed away last night."

There was a click——the ink jade Langhao in Xinjun's hand fell from his hand on the dragon case, and the cinnabar ink on the Langhao's pen tip left a group of eye-catching "Zhu Zhu" on the half-read memorial.

"When?" Zhao Qingyuan heard himself ask calmly.

Dark guard: "After midnight last night."

"Why didn't you report it earlier?"

"..." The hidden guard who knelt on one knee lowered his head a little lower: "Last night, the palace was chaotic, and the master had no time to separate himself, and the slave might not be able to face the saint."

...Mian Sheng, Zhao Qingyuan was stunned for a moment, as if he was not used to this word, he raised his hand and pressed his forehead, and said in a dull voice, "How about now."

The head of the hidden guard was so low that it almost fell to the ground, "The corpse has been packed into a coffin, Mrs. Jun has never left her, and the slave has not been able to step forward to examine the corpse."

"King Qingxu has been in the palace since last night, so he still doesn't know about it." Zhao Qingyuan's eyes were slightly swollen, even though he tried his best to restrain himself, he still couldn't control the sadness in his heart.

The young emperor got up slowly, solemnly arranged the filial piety clothes on his body, and drove to the place where Sima Xiu, king of Qingxu, was...

When the emperor dies, the world mourns together; when a star falls, all people mourn together!

Because he died on the same day as Emperor Daxing, the coffin of the 27-year-old Chaopin Liehou Jinglinghou only stayed in Jinglinghou's mansion for three days before returning to the Yanyang ancestral grave for burial.

The Marquis of Jingling made great contributions during his lifetime, and the heavenly family's chasing gifts and rewards flew into the Jinglinghou's mansion without Jinglinghou like snowflakes, and all of them fell to the seven-year-old son Sima Huan of the Jinglinghou's mansion. body.

Imperial decree: The Marquis of Jingling, the super-rank of the Shangzhu Kingdom, pursued the title of King of Jingling County, and bestowed the Iron Certificate of the Dan Book, which will be hereditary.

Imperial decree: Sima Huan, the son of Sima Xuan, the king of Jingling County, was made the successor king of Jingling, with a view to inheriting the title.

Imperial decree: Sima Shiqing, the daughter of the King of Jingling County, confers the title of the Lord of Yanren County, and bestows an iron certificate on the book of pills...

There seemed to be a lot of things happening around her, Cao Hui didn't know, she only remembered the bitterly cold wind and snow that night, she sent away the person she loved the most in this life through a screen.

With a sigh of Chang'an, every year is safe.

When returning from Yanyang to the imperial capital Chang'an, the cold winter had passed, and Nanshan was full of peach blossoms.

Under the persuasion of her maid, Cao Hui, the concubine of Jingling, was finally willing to walk out of Anheju and strolled in the garden behind the palace.

Although the door plaque of "Decree of Jingling Hou's Mansion" has long been replaced with "Decree of Jingling County Prince's Mansion", nothing in the mansion seems to have changed. Walking along the path, I climbed alone to the peach grove full of peach trees in the east of the garden.

There is a small pavilion on the high ground in the peach forest. Cao Hui is carrying his clothes, stepping on the pink and white peach petals that are all over the ground, and is approaching carefully all the way. When he is near the pavilion, Cao Hui raises his eyes and sees A person in Xuanpao.

The sun was shining brightly today, and the peach blossoms on the peach tree were shining brightly. Under the pavilion, a person in black robes was sitting there quietly. Peach blossoms were falling all over the sky.

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It is recorded in "Chao Shi·Jing Linghou" that on March [-]th in the first year of Chao Guanxi, Xuanzhi's continuation wife Xun's family fell into the pond in the back garden of the palace. Afterwards, she became ill and died of depression. She was buried with Sima Xuan. The ancestral mausoleum of Yanyang.

It is supplemented in "Chao Shi Fu Guogong" that on the sixth day of April in the first year of Guanxi, the Supreme Court accepted the letter of injustice filed by the Empress Dowager Cao for the Cao family's treason case, and ordered a thorough investigation of the Cao family's treason case. Finally, the truth came to light, the grievances suffered by the Cao family were rediscovered, and the [-] sons of the Cao family's army were finally rehabilitated.

In grief, he ordered the Ministry of Industry to restore Cao's ancestral hall, and personally wrote the plaque "Loyalty stands in the world, and pride lives in the world".

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