Cao Miao just wanted to speak, but suddenly had a strange feeling, and couldn't help but feel numb on her scalp. In addition to him and Han Dong, there was another person in the room, behind the curtain on the west side of the bed. The man's breath was very weak, and if it weren't for the fact that the breath just now was a little heavier and blew the tent, he wouldn't have noticed it at all.

But now that he knew it, the man could no longer hide his whereabouts. His breathing could be controlled, but his heartbeat could not be concealed, and he calmed down, heard the man's heartbeat, and realized that it was not easy for the man to suppress his breathing.

He was visibly a little hard to maintain and had to adjust slightly. The curtain, which was less than a fist away from Cao Miao's head, was swept by his breath and shook slightly, only extremely lightly. If Cao Miao hadn't been so close and heard the sound of her heartbeat, she might have thought it was the night breeze coming in through the cracks in the doors or windows.

Although his room was the best in the palace, it was still somewhat ventilated.

Han Dong in front of the bed also felt something strange. He didn't care about dealing with Cao Miao, who was lying on the bed, motionless, he withdrew his long sword, held it with both hands, protected his front, slowly turned his body, and looked around.

It was quiet in the room. The darkness was like sticky blood, covering the eyes, and gradually soaking into the mouth and nose, making it impossible to breathe.

In the uneasy atmosphere, there is a hint of vague fragrance quietly permeating.

Cao Miao didn't dare to move lightly, or even think about it. Is this person friend or foe, and when did he come? He stood behind the curtain, just avoiding the descent route of the stone lock on the beam, was it unintentional or coincidental?

He didn't know anything.

Compared with Han Dong in front of the bed, this person's realm is deeper, and it is beyond Cao Miao's comprehension. Even if he had the best physical condition in his previous life, he might not be this person's opponent.

Cao Miao had a feeling that if this person made a move, he would have no chance to fight back at all, and he would definitely die.

This is not acting, there will be no NG, victory or defeat is life and death.

The danger came unexpectedly, and it was so sudden, it was really beyond Cao Miao's expectations. He tried his best to control his emotions, not to let himself be seized by fear, and to maintain the last shred of clarity. As for whether it will show the horse's feet or something, I don't care anymore.

The old boxer who taught him martial arts at the beginning said that a real master should not be surprised, and Taishan collapsed in front of him without changing his face. He once thought that he had practiced to this level, but now it seems that he can't do it at all. The reason why he had such a delusion before was because he had never really faced danger.

Acting is acting, and no matter how deep you enter the play, it is also a play.

It may be a short time, but it feels like a long time. Han Dong in front of the bed couldn't hold on at first. He clenched his sword in both hands, slowly stepped back, opened the door, and dodged out. When he went out, he didn't care about hiding his whereabouts, slammed open the door of the study, leaped a few steps, and fled.

With a "snap", a piece of tile on the wall fell to the ground and shattered.

The palace guards patrolling were alarmed, and the chaotic footsteps sounded, and someone rushed over, and then rang the gong to call the police. The shrill sound of gongs broke the silence, the courtyard door was slammed, and Ah Hu, who was sleeping in the study outside, could no longer pretend to be asleep, and got up and went out to open the door. The green peach and red apricot in the east chamber were also awakened, opened the door, and rushed over to this side.

As soon as the curtain moved, something fell on Cao Miao's pillow.

Cao Miao was stunned for a moment, and before she could react, Qingtao held a lamp, pushed open the door, walked quickly to the bedside, and called softly.

"Prince, prince."

With the light in Qingtao's hand, Cao Miao saw a cyan thing next to the pillow out of the corner of his eye. His heart moved, he turned over, lay on his side on the bed, and took the thing in his hand and hid it in the quilt.

It's a tip bag with a silky feel. Inside is something about two centimeters square, with a regular shape, probably a seal or something.

A wisp of fragrance lingered on the end of Cao Miao's nose, very real and warm.

At the same time, he saw a figure leaning against the south wall, taking advantage of the moment when the green peach and red apricot pushed the door in, it flashed out, as fast as a ghost. Hongxing, who was walking behind, seemed to feel something, and went back to take a look, but saw nothing, a little scared, quickened his pace, and rushed behind Qingtao.

Qingtao lifted the curtain, and saw that Cao Miao was sleeping peacefully, so she put down the curtain, beckoned Hongxing together, and retreated lightly.

Ah Hu finished dealing with the guards who patrolled the night, closed the courtyard door again, and returned to the study. Qing Tao and Red Apricot saw it on the other side, snorted with disdain, and closed the door heavily. When Ah Hu came in, his expression was a little embarrassed, and his white skin turned red.

Cao Miao saw it clearly, but pretended not to know.

"Light the lamp."

"Whoa." Ah Hu answered, opened the lampshade on the side, and the light came out, illuminating the jade seal in Cao Miao's hand.

The jade seal is not big, but the whole body is white and warm, and it is a piece of fine mutton fat white jade. It is beautifully carved with bird-shaped buttons, and the lines are smooth and powerful. There are four seal characters on the printed surface, and Cao Miao does not know it. He looked at Ah Hu, who was also at a loss, obviously not knowing what this thing was.

"Prince, this is ...... Where did it come from? ”

Cao Miao thought about it and decided not to tell Ah Hu the truth for the time being. This matter is too unbelievable, and he is afraid of scaring Ah Hu. Once Ah Hu felt that his safety was in danger, he asked Cao Zhi to send more people to protect him, which was not a good thing for him. The guards in the palace are either old or young, nor are they the opponents of that man, and they cannot play a protective role, but may cause chaos.

"I don't know, maybe Han Dong fell."

"Oh......" Ah Hu cheered. Then he's going to be out of luck. ”

"Why?"

"If he loses such a valuable thing, how can he explain it to his boss?" Ah Hu couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Prince, you have to hide it, if he finds out that this thing is lost, he will definitely come back to find it."

Cao Miao nodded in agreement. Although Han Dong would not come to find this thing, it was entirely possible that person. I gave him something so valuable, and it will never disappear forever.

Cao Miao thought about it, got up and went to the study outside, and let Ah Hu grind the ink.

There was pen and ink in the study, but it was never used. Ah Hu was busy for a while before he prepared everything and sharpened the ink. He obviously rarely does such things, his movements are jerky, he doesn't know how heavy he is, the ink has not been polished, and his sleeves have already darkened a lot.

Cao Miao took the pen and ink, and traced the bird-like buttons and words of the jade seal on the paper. However, he kept an eye on it, separated the bird-shaped button from the text, and took out a book with seal characters from the shelf, and traced a dozen seal characters from it, mixed with the four characters on the jade seal.

Taking this opportunity, Cao Miao roughly flipped through the books in the study. There seem to be a lot of books, and there are a full shelf, but in fact, the number is limited, that is, several books such as "Poems", "Yi", "Spring and Autumn", "Sun Tzu's Art of War", etc., there are bamboo slips, and there are also paper scrolls, all wrapped in cyan cloth bags, and there are wooden or dental name tags at the mouth of the bag.

Overall, there is no trace of these books being read, and they are just dusty here, which in vain increases the burden of cleaning green peaches and red apricots.