The wind and rain stopped, the crowd dispersed, and the Yongqiu Mansion gradually returned to calm.

After taking a hot bath and changing into clean clothes, the young man lay on the bed, looking at the blue-black tent top, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The thunderbolt can't go back, it seems that this is the only way.

From now on, I am the eldest prince of Yongqiu Palace, the eldest son of Cao Zhi, a genius of the Three Kingdoms, Cao Miao.

The young man thought, closed his eyes, relaxed his body, and adjusted his breathing to nothing.

Since filming that classic, which took eight years, he has become a practitioner of traditional martial arts. No matter how nervous he is in filming, he will take some time out every day to practice boxing and nourish qi, and he has spent a lot of time looking for teachers and friends, learning from each other, and re-understanding traditional martial arts.

In just one month, he has changed from a frail and sickly prince to an agile master, and he quietly made a move in the school affairs called Han Dong. As soon as he thought of Han Dong's ghostly eyes before he fell, he couldn't help but want to laugh.

The young man's breath became longer and longer, and he gradually entered the realm of trance meditation.

The little slave in the front yard was crying again, and the cry was faint, like a ghost.

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In the small courtyard next door, there is a small building.

Cao Zhi stood against the railing, looking at the small courtyard with only a faint light left, motionless. He had been standing here for a long time, his clothes already wet from the rain, but he didn't realize it.

The stairs sounded softly, Cao Zhi walked up, and when he saw Cao Zhi like this, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Father, my brother has rested. Except for some tiredness, nothing serious. ”

Cao Zhi sighed: "Yungong, I have wronged you." ”

Cao Zhi lowered his head and helped Cao Zhi into the house. "Father doesn't have to be anxious. Brother was young at the time, and he lost his sense of proportion for a while. Now that I am getting older and understanding the world, I must have forgiven my father, but I just refused to say it. ”

"Forgiveness?" Cao Zhi was gloomy, and he remembered the tiger-like figure on the roof. "I can't forgive myself, and I can't expect him to forgive me." He entered the house, sat down in front of the desk, straightened his clothes, and sat down. "Yun Gong, study ink for me, I want to go to Your Majesty."

Cao Zhi looked at Cao Zhi, and his eyes flashed with unbearability. "Father, why do you bother? Even if you go up ten more times, Your Majesty will not give you a chance to try yourself. Now that something like that has happened again, I don't know how many people are waiting to fall into the well, and the prison and the defense assistant are just that, and the school affairs are not ......"

Cao Zhi stopped, his eyes showing a little fear, as if he was frightened by what he had just said.

A trace of guilt flashed in Cao Zhi's eyes. "It's because of something like that that that I can't help but defend myself. Such an obvious rumor can actually cause a storm in the city, and someone must have fueled the trouble and made waves. If there are many events today, Your Majesty is in a difficult situation both internally and externally, as a clan, and I have been entrusted by the first emperor, how can I stay out of the matter and only seek self-preservation. Yun Gong, needless to say, let's grind ink. ”

Cao Zhi did not persuade again. He opened the inkstone box on the case, took some ink particles from the inkbox, put them in the inkstone, poured some water, pinched the grinder, and slowly grinded the ink. With the squeak of ink, the ink particles gradually dissolve.

Cao Zhi took a roll of paper, spread it out on the desk, and slowly smoothed it with his hands. His fingers were thin and pale, his skin was dull, and there were a few light brown marks that were glaring. There was a little sadness in his eyes, and he was in a trance for a while, until Cao Zhi reminded him that the ink was ready, he retracted his thoughts, lifted the pen, dipped it in some ink, licked the pen carefully on the inkstone, pondered for a while, and wrote a few lines on the paper.

Chen Zhibai: The Liu family is called the emperor in the west, and the Sun family is called the vassal in the east, these two thieves are both great disasters for the country. Zhuge Liang is the right of Chaolong, and Wu Bingying's Jiang is left. The army is forced to the outside, the spies are prosperous inside, and the common sense of the soldiers is also ......

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The morning light shines through the window, illuminating the cyan curtains.

The tents have been used for too long, and in some places they are so thin that they are transparent. Usually can't be seen, but under the morning light, it is undoubtedly exposed, just like the embarrassment of this palace.

After a long time, the curtain was gently pushed open by a pair of hands, and Cao Miao got off the ground and stood barefoot on the floor. The floor is slightly cool, coming in from the heart of the foot, the residual sleepiness subsides, and the whole person adds three points of energy.

He squatted slightly, the soles of his feet were raised, and he slowly slid away against the floor, his arms bent his elbows, his hands held tiger claws, his palms were concave, his left hand was up, his right hand was pressed down, and he slowly stretched it out, his body shook slightly, and there was a bit of tiger momentum in his strong but not strong body.

The door on the opposite side rang sharply, and there was a sound of hurried footsteps, Cao Miao's eyes swept away, and he took it, his arms drooped, and the expression on his face returned to indifference. He watched as the two teenage maidservants pushed the door open with a look of trepidation, one went to get his coat, the other helped him put on his shoes, but he didn't react at all, and let them fiddle like puppets.

As an actor known for his acting skills, it is really not difficult to hide from two half-grown children who have not woken up yet.

Clothes come to stretch out their hands, food comes to open their mouths, such days used to only exist in the play, but now they have become his daily routine, I don't know if it is a welfare.

After the two little maidservants waited for them to finish dressing and washing, they went out of the door, came to the hall, and knelt down in front of the desk.

The little slave Ahu stood under the porch, wearing a long knife at his waist. It's just that his body is thin and thin, and he doesn't match the long knife very well, and it looks a little funny. He lowered his head, absent-minded, and was snorted by the older maidservant before he suddenly woke up and stepped forward to salute.

Cao Miao didn't look at him either, chewed a large bowl of porridge, a plate of thinly sliced barbecued meat, and two fragrant roasted Hu Biscuits, and swallowed it slowly. He didn't eat quickly, but it was clean, not even a grain of rice was wasted, and the flax on the plate was picked up and put in his mouth.

The maidservant girl put away the dishes, Cao Miao stood up, got out of the hall, and began her daily activities, wandering around the small courtyard like a lonely ghost.

It's just that now he has one more task: to observe the people and environment around him. If you want to live in this world and live a little more freely, of course, you must first understand the environment you are in and be suitable for the environment.

Survival of the fittest.

From the remaining memories, it can be seen that his father was Cao Zhi, a talented son in the Three Kingdoms era, and his mother was the daughter of the Cui clan of the Qinghe clan. He had a happy childhood, but by the time he was ten years old, it all came to naught. Seeing his young mother hanging herself on white silk, he was deeply stimulated and withdrawn from then on, not talking to anyone.

In the past few years, he has migrated with Cao Zhi. Everywhere you go, you will have a separate courtyard. This small courtyard has the best sunlight and the best house, and it belongs to him alone.

He had two maidservants, the older one was called Qingtao, and the younger one was called Hongxing, with beautiful eyebrows and quick hands and feet. In addition to serving him, he also has the responsibility of serving. It's just that now although he has no moral cleanliness, he can't do anything to underage girls, and he has refused to serve for several days.

Although the green peach and red apricot felt weird, they were not disappointed, but a little happy. Waiting for a mad prince is neither easy nor promising, so it is natural to be free from it and enjoy leisure.

In the past, Cao Miao would not pay attention to or care about these, but now Cao Miao has seen their thoughts as if they were on fire, and they are also happy in their hearts.

At least don't worry about them slipping out.

He also has a little slave Ah Hu. Ah Hu has followed him for several years and is loyal, but in recent days he has been a little strange. During the day, he often wanders, and at night he often cries secretly in the hut in the south wing, the voice is not loud, but it is very terrible.

Except for Qingtao, Hongxing and Ah Hu, only his half-brother Cao Zhichang came to see him.

Cao Zhi is eight years younger than him. Although he was not born to the same mother, his relationship is good. Before he went insane, Cao Zhi could walk just now, and his favorite thing to do was to tug at the corner of his clothes, shout "Brother Hug" in a milky voice, and then kiss him with a mouthful of saliva.

His father, Cao Zhi, couldn't take a step into the courtyard, otherwise he would roar hoarsely like a beast until he went into shock. After a few attempts, Cao Zhi gave up trying to get close to him, and could only watch from a distance, trying not to let him notice.

Yesterday was just an accident. Fortunately, he was pretending to be crazy and stupid at the time, and he was in an abnormal state, so he shouldn't have shown any flaws.

All in all, he has a small circle of life and very limited people who keep an eye on him.

With such convenience, he, like the real Cao Miao, eats and sleeps on time every day, walks in the yard, and stands under the porch, without paying attention. It doesn't look like there's any change, but the amount of food is increasing day by day, and the face is flushing day by day. If you look closer, you may be able to see that his body is slowly becoming stronger, and the clothes that were originally close to him are unconsciously tightened.

Cao Zhi would come to see him every day and be thrilled by the changes he had made. If it weren't for the fact that his eyes were still dull and the expression on his face was still indifferent, Cao Zhi almost thought that he had returned to normal.

But Cao Miao felt worry and fear from Cao Zhi's words. He had a feeling that the palace outside the small courtyard was not peaceful.

Han Dong, the school officer, was injured by him, and the prisoner was injured by Han Dong, and they are all recuperating from their injuries now, but it doesn't mean that they will be idle, and it is almost inevitable to go to the court and sue their father and son for the black state. A storm is approaching, it's only a matter of time.

Cao Zhi didn't say, and Cao Miao didn't ask. He carefully disguised himself so that his changes would not appear too abrupt. Although Cao Zhi was close to him, after all, he was only a twelve-year-old child, and even if he had any unusual feelings, he wouldn't think too much.

He was worried about Cao Zhi.

Although he is a loser in the political struggle, it does not mean that he is stupid, and Cai Gao Badou does not only refer to his poetic talent.

The effect of yesterday's scene should be good, Cao Zhi's reaction was generally not what he expected, but the last glimpse was a little strange. For several nights in a row, the lights in the small building were on until the second half of the night, and occasionally a thin figure could be seen walking back and forth, like a sleepy beast.

In order to prevent Cao Zhi from discovering his abnormality, Cao Miao restrained his urge to glance at Xiaolou, ignored him as always, and continued to play a rebellious son who was hostile to his biological father because of his dead mother.

Of course, he also knew that all his changes would reach Cao Zhi's ears through Cao Zhi's mouth. It's just that after paraphrasing, there will always be some deformation, relaxation, and it won't be so noticeable.

He only practiced at night.

As a "patient", he had no other task than to live. After dark, it's time for him to be free.

From dark to dawn, a whole night of free time was an unattainable luxury for him before, allowing him to practice calmly, and the effect was doubled. In just a few days, his body changed significantly. Not only is the spirit full, but the five senses and six senses are also much sharper.

Then he noticed that the partition wall seemed to have ears.