Rong Xuan

"The blue moon is in the sky, under the condensed light, the snow is as old as before. Chang'e flies away, looking at the vast universe, there is nowhere to fly to the sky. Laurel is hard to break, Kunlun is hard to cross, but the top of Emei. The silver man is so far away, there is no way to meet each other.

I still look at the picture screen coldly, the black hair is not covered, and the red clothes are ashamed.The red silk is wrapped around the hair, the sleeves are rolled up, and the cold light is drawn lightly when looking back. "

The unfinished "Nian Nujiao" is the fragment left by Cao Hui. The incident happened suddenly. When Sima Xuan, who had just ended a war, received the news from Chang'an, it was already the time when the imperial army came to the northern border to serve The second day of the decree.

The black blood stains on the Xuantie armor hadn't been wiped off yet, and the vermilion lining stained with Huns' blood was more fishy and smelly than fished out of a pool of blood and sweat. Sima Xuan didn't care about it at all.

When this party, who had experienced a life-and-death battle, left everything behind and hurried back to Duyueguan City from the northernmost edge of the Ziker Grassland, he still couldn't even see the last side of Cao Hui.

All that is left to me is a bright yellow imperial edict——

Cao Hui's father and brother rebelled against rebellion. Cao Hui, the daughter of the Cao family, is a super-class Marquis. She can not escape the death penalty. Pray for blessings, and save those innocent people who were slaughtered by her father and brother.

Holding the roll of bright yellow in his hand, Sima Xuan stood in the courtyard full of crabapple flowers like a puppet whose soul had been taken away.

The wind blows, and the flowers fall all over the ground.

As smart as Sima Yuanchu, she naturally knew what His Majesty's decree meant, and she also knew better what Cao Hui would face in the future. She couldn't change the overall situation set by His Majesty, so she ran back to Chang'an to beg her heart. The great hero in China - father Sima Xiu.

That was the first time in her life that she begged her father, and it was also the first time that she felt that she was so powerless.

It is nothing to see the blood flow on the oars and pile up mountains of corpses, and it is nothing to see a thousand miles of red land.

He died countless times for the peace of the northern border, and experienced more than a hundred wars, large and small, leaving dozens of scars, long and short, on his body. But what about these incomparably glorious feats?Sima Xuan finally realized that he couldn't even protect the closest people...

No one knew what kind of dog this young general of the northern border army, who had a super-rank marquis, stood alone in the yard full of crabapple flowers and cried like a dog that day.

Heart-piercing, hard to turn back.

After crying, the bright young man who talked less but loved to laugh, never looked like his former fresh clothes and angry horse.

The house had already been searched inside and out by the imperial guards who came here on orders, and almost nothing of Cao Hui's belongings was left behind, except for the study shared by Sima Xuan and Cao Hui. Calligraphy and painting articles.

Presumably it was because those things were of little value that they were not burned.

Sima Xuan is from a family of military generals, she, like her father Sima Xiu, knows all kinds of strategies and strategies in his chest and uses them freely, but his ability to write and write is like an ordinary white man who blinds his eyes.

It's just that Sima Xuan is a little bit better than her father, Sima Xiu, at least she won't look down on those literati who care about the world all day long, and she won't call them sour and useless, after all, they are scholars.

And the only daughter of Fu Guogong who was able to verbally fight against the envoys of the Three Kingdoms at the state banquet, and who was able to be famous in the wild, all the people of Chao State knew her great name, and no one did not envy her extraordinary literary talent, Chao Cao Yuanrong, the most talented woman in the country, has never looked down on Sima Xuan, a soldier who writes like a chicken paw.

Sima Xuan knew that Cao Hui had never looked down on him, never...

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"Master, Zhong Shaoqing of Dali Temple posted a post, and I would like to invite my master to meet you at Zuihailou." Holding the post from the servant of the Zhong family in his hand, Liu Sheng gently knocked on the door of the study.

Sima Xuan came back to his senses, carefully put away the things in his hands, and then took a random account book and put it in front of him, and said, "Come in."

"Yes." Liu Sheng got his permission and pushed the door open.

The one who walked into the study through the curtain was the little witty ghost Sima Qing who followed behind Liu Sheng.Since the two of them came back from General Zhongwu's mansion, because Sima Ying fell ill, Sima Xuan didn't send them to his sister again.

"Is Daddy going out?" Sima Qing asked Sima Xuan, leaning against the table legs and blinking while leaning on the desk legs.

"...Well, it looks like I need to go out." Sima Xuan looked at Zhong Youzhi's invitation card expressionlessly, then reached out and hugged Sima Qing on his lap, and said softly, "Where's your brother? "

"Brother is studying in Haitang Courtyard." Sima Qing curiously flipped through the invitation posted on the desk, and pointed to the three words "Zuihai Building" on it and asked earnestly: "Then daddy is going here..." He tilted his head, as if trying to recognize the characters, but in the end he still didn't recognize it: "Are you going to Xi, Hai, and Mu?"

Xihaimu?

Sima Xuan blinked, hugged the little guy on his lap and laughed softly.

"What are you laughing at, Daddy?" Sima Qing asked Daddy puzzled, picking at her short, chubby little fingers.

Sima Xuan hugged the little guy on his lap with one hand, freed one hand to rub his stuffy nose, and pointed to the three words "Zuihai Tower" on the invitation card, with a smile on his eyes and brows : "Good girl, these three characters are not pronounced as Xihaimu, it is pronounced as 'Zuihailou'."

"Drunk, sea, building?" Xiao Qing'er leaned firmly into Sima Xuan's arms, and her somewhat lazy appearance was similar to Sima Xuan's: "But I only know the word Xihaimu." .”

Sima Xuan laughed again, and couldn't help pinching Xiao Qing'er's chubby face with callused hands: "It's okay, it's okay, my girl is still young, and I don't know these people It doesn't matter if you write, in the future, Dad will invite you the best teachers and female workers in Chang'an City to teach you how to read and write, weave, embroider and tailor clothes..."

Sima Xuan's voice was still a bit hoarse, but the tone was always clear, and accompanied by Xiao Qing'er's crisp and milky laughter, it sounded like "father's kindness and daughter's filial piety" without losing harmony.

Liu Sheng, who was waiting on the opposite side of the desk, quietly raised his eyes and glanced behind the desk. Sure enough, it was right to bring Miss Qing to the master. After all, the person from Haitang Courtyard knew the master better than the others.

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Chao State was deeply influenced by the collapsed former dynasty. Unlike the neighboring Jin and Tang Dynasties, Chao State's ideological education of men superior to women can be said to be deeply rooted.

For any scholar and official in Chao State, as long as the daughter of the family does not do anything that is immoral and damages the reputation of the father and brother, it is basically a matter of raising the daughter with good food and drink, and finding a profit for it when she is old. The related eunuch Zhimen got married, which is considered to be the fulfillment of the fate of father and daughter in this scene.

But Jingling Hou Sima Yuanchu was different.

At the age of 17, this prince worshiped the Major General of the Northern Territory Army. Shangshu's salary, his father was Sima Dezu, one of the only two kings with different surnames in the dynasty, and his stepmother was the emperor's only cousin.

However, even though Jingling Hou Sima Yuanchu was such a prominent person, even at the age of twenty and six, he only had a pair of five-year-old twins Cheng Huan under his knees.

Although people in the world have different opinions on this, they also express their understanding of Sima Xuan's doting on his daughter-there are rumors that the birth mother of the dragon and phoenix twins is actually Cao Shi, the daughter of a sinner who was enshrined in the Luoxia Temple behind Wan'an Temple!

The Marquis of Jingling and his wife, the Cao family, are young couples, not to mention the deep friendship. Even though the Cao family was banned in Hezhou thousands of miles away, the Jingling Marquis has never had another woman, so now the Cao family has passed. The Marquis of Jingling naturally loves the pair of sons and daughters left behind by the Cao family even more.

Unsurprisingly, the honor and wealth of the Marquis of Jingling will be given to Sima Huan, the son of the Marquis Mansion in the future, so it is nothing new for the Marquis of Jingling to take his daughter out now.

In the crabapple courtyard full of green plants, when Yuyan brought in the news that "the master has gone out with the eldest girl", Cao Hui was sitting on the warm couch in the treetop reading a book.

On the other side of the couch, opposite Cao Hui, the little guy sitting on a thick cushion was Sima Huan, who had been sitting at a young age, with his back as straight as green pines and verdant cypresses.

Right now, the little guy's hands are folded on his lap with his palms facing up, his eyelids are half-closed, and he is reciting word by word the "Poetry" on the small table in front of him.

It may be that some characters are not familiar, and he still has some stumbles in reading, but the immature child's voice is so full of vitality: "... Zhan--Bi Qiao, Luzhu Yiyi. Mr. Fei, Cutting like cutting, cutting like grinding... um... Sexi - Sexi Xunxi, Hexi Xuanxi. If you are a gentleman, you must not make noise..."

Cao Hui curiously put down the scriptures in her hand, and while Sima Huan raised her hand to turn the pages, she asked, "These characters are obscure to a five-year-old child, but Huan'er, you know them all?"

"Well, I recognize all of my sons, but there are still some people I don't know very well," Sima Huan raised his eyelids and looked at Cao Hui on the opposite side. His dark eyes were as bright as stars, pure and clear, innocent, but his childish tone was slightly soft. A little helpless: "However, my son still can't write these words. My aunt has been ill recently, and my aunt is not at home. No one can teach my son to write these words..."

Cao Hui and Yuyan, who was refilling tea for him, looked at each other, and the master and servant laughed silently at the same time——Little Huaner, this little fellow, has a personality really similar to Sima Xuan's!

"In this way, if people with nothing to do don't help Huan'er learn to write, it's really unreasonable," Cao Hui said with a light smile, most of her face was covered by plain gauze , leaving only a pair of eyebrows and eyes bent into a crescent shape.

She stretched out her hand to Sima Huan, and led the little guy to practice calligraphy in front of the desk over there.

A five-year-old child is still young, and his chubby little hands can't even hold the pen steadily.

Cao Hui took the commonly used Langhao pen, hugged Sima Huan on his lap, grabbed his chubby hand holding the pen, and began to teach the little guy to write the few characters he couldn't write.

"Mother is so amazing!" After writing the word "Zhan", Sima Huan happily shook his two short legs, but looked at the paper carefully in doubt, and came to such a conclusion : "Daddy said his calligraphy was taught by mother, but why is mother's handwriting so beautiful, but father's handwriting is different?"

Cao Hui recalled Sima Xuan's words, and blinked with interest: "How is it different?"

Sima Huan tilted his head and said earnestly: "My son once saw Daddy's handwriting in the study room. My aunt and aunt both said that Daddy's handwriting looked as if it had been scratched by a chicken's paw... It's too horrible..."

Cao Hui: "..." She really wanted to laugh, but she couldn't make Sima Xuan lose face in front of her son.

However, her slightly red ears had already betrayed her relaxed heart at this moment.

"Why is mother wearing a veil?" Sima Huan suddenly turned his head curiously, and slightly raised his face to look into Cao Hui's eyes: "Mother is wearing a veil, so my son doesn't even know if mother is smiling."

"Is it because of this?" Sima Huan stretched out his chubby hand to hold Cao Hui's right hand, and touched the scar on Cao Hui's palm with his soft and tender fingertips, his voice actually carried a bit of his age Extremely inconsistent maturity: "Is mother afraid that this will scare my son and sister? Mother, don't worry, my son and sister have seen more scars than this, we are not afraid, as long as mother doesn't hurt now..."

"You guys, where did you meet these at such a young age?" Cao Hui's heart moved, and his eyes were a little sour when he was told by this little Douding.

Sima Huan tilted his head, as if he was studying the scar on the palm of Cao Hui's hand: "Many people have it. I saw it on the training ground. My aunt has it, and my father has it on his arm. It's a long scar. , like a centipede."

Sima Huan pointed to his left forehead and signaled to Cao Hui: "Father has it here too," then tilted his neck and pointed to his side neck: "There is also here, it is blocked by the collar, no one else knows, even my sister I don't even know."

Cao Hui didn't answer.

Sima Xuan was once a young general who was powerful in the sixteen prefectures in the north. At the age of 17, he took the head of the Xiongnu Shanyu in the army. Nothing new.

Cao Hui remembered that in the spring of the seventh year of Jingchu, that is, the second year after marrying Sima Xuan, she was allowed by her parents-in-law to go to the northern border to take care of Sima Xuan who was ill.

It was a long way from Chang'an, the capital city, to the northern border. She was a helpless female relative of a high family, bumping all the way in a carriage. disappeared.

It just never occurred to me that Cao Hui did not catch up with Sima Xuan's illness, but caught up with this man's injury.

Because it was already summer and the grasslands were full of water and grass, cattle and sheep flocked, the Huns generally would not attack the northern border, so the man only brought a few dozen men to inspect the defense lines of the cities on the right wing.

Unfortunately, on the way back, everyone met King Xiaoyouting of the Tuha tribe of the Huns who was leading people to hunt on the grassland.

It may be that the Wuhen waist knife on Sima Xuan's waist is too iconic, and the Tuha tribe was defeated by Sima Xuan just last winter, so that many people in the Tuha tribe starved to death due to lack of food.

When Xiao Youting Wang saw the Wuhen waist knife with a unicorn head lying on the end of the handle, he went crazy and vowed to kill the owner of the knife.

The people who came out to hunt with King Xiaoyouting were all the strongest men in the Tuha tribe. A match between the weak and the strong was inevitable, and Sima Xuan was injured like this.

When the man was sent back to his home in Duyueguan City covered in blood by his subordinates, Cao Hui was terrified, but the man left only an old military doctor with white beard and hair by his side, and drove everyone else away. went back.

Later, Cao Hui asked the old military doctor that Sima Xuan had seven knives in his body and was pierced through the shoulder blade by a barb arrow used for hunting. The major general returned to Duyueguan City alive.

Only then did Cao Hui vaguely understand what his elder brother Cao Zheng had said.

"Those of us in the army forget our homes when we are ordered, forget our relatives when we are in battle, and forget our bodies when we beat the drums. The flesh and blood guards are nothing but the blue sky above the head, the loess under the feet, and the relatives behind us."

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