Cao Miao was open-arms, shirtless, and only had a pair of bullnose shorts on her body, which was not even fastened and hung loosely on her body.

"Fan, fan me hard." As he shouted, he waved the fan in his hand vigorously, and the fan was whirring.

Green peaches and red apricots did not dare to slack off, and waved their fans vigorously to cool off Cao Miao. Cao Miao's sweat was not less, but they were so tired that their heads were covered with sweat, their faces were crimson, and their chests were undulating. Recently, the food has been good, and the green peach seems to have begun to accelerate its development, and there are slight waves on the chest.

"When I have money, I must build a tall building." Cao Miao complained.

The summer without air conditioning is really not a human being, and it is not easy to make a living. He lived in a bungalow, with limited height and no insulation, and when the sun broke, it was like a steamer, stuffy and hot. The trees in the yard were swaying in the wind, but there was no wind in the yard.

At this time, the building will be more comfortable, especially the three-story building.

However, there is only one small building in the entire Yongqiu Palace, which is still a two-story building.

Cao Zhi walked in with Deng Yang, and when he saw Cao Miao's image, his face was a little unbearable, so he took a few steps, came to Cao Miao, and bowed down. "Brother, this is Deng Zhonglang, who is also Zhongshulang, a famous scholar in Beijing, and one of the four congs. On the order of the messenger, please see Brother Zhengtang. ”

Cao Miao turned her head to look at Deng Yang. Deng Yang walked slowly to the bottom of the stairs and arched his hand very casually. "I have heard for a long time that the eldest prince is not informal, but he is a suave and romantic person. When I saw it today, it really lived up to its name. In Xia Nanyang Deng Yang, fortunately. As he spoke, he walked up the stairs and prepared to go to the bottom of the porch to avoid the sun.

"Fortunately, what?" Cao Miao shouted angrily: "Stop!" ”

"Uh......" Deng Yang's face was a little unnatural, but he didn't have a seizure, he laughed twice, stopped his steps, and looked at Cao Zhi.

Cao Zhi was in a hurry, and hurriedly attached himself to Cao Miao's ear, and said in a low voice: "Brother, Zhongshulang is serving in Zhongshutai, not an ordinary Lang official......"

Cao Miao turned her head and glanced at her coldly. Cao Zhi was startled and swallowed his words back.

Cao Miao turned around and looked at Deng Yang again. After the conflict with Gao Xun, he paid attention to these so-called Jingshi celebrities, and Deng Yang, one of the four congregations, was naturally among his concerns, and he asked Han Dong a lot.

Not only that, but he also knew that this Deng Yang was later called the Three Dogs of Taichung along with He Yan and Ding Mi, and he was Cao Shuang's veritable pig teammate. The Great Wei Jiangshan fell into the hands of Sima Yi's father and son, and they had an unshirkable responsibility.

Of course, that's all for later, and the current Deng Yang is not so awesome. On the contrary, he soon became unlucky because of the flashy case and was exempted from official imprisonment.

Of course, he won't give a good face to such a thing. Not only that, but he also has to fall into the well and harvest a wave of experience from Deng Yang.

Deng Yang stood at the foot of the steps, sweating from the scorching sun, but for some reason, when Cao Miao looked at him twice, he felt cold in his heart, and even had the urge to shiver. Those eyes were so scary, like an abyss, that there was no bottom in sight.

"Big ...... The Great Prince? Deng Yang arched his hand, wanting to make himself more natural, but he couldn't relax, and his smile was more ugly than crying.

"Since I am Zhongshulang, you should know that although my courtyard is small, not everyone can enter the house."

Although Cao Miao's voice was not loud, it was full of coercion, and even a trace of contempt, while exerting pressure on Deng Yang, he quietly provoked his competitiveness. He wants to humiliate Deng Yang and provoke Deng Yang, but he can't leave a handle, he has to let Deng Yang seek his own humiliation. Since Deng Yang is a celebrity and one of the four congregations, he is naturally arrogant and feels that he has the opportunity to fight for a place with his strength.

Sure enough, Deng Yang sneered: "I occasionally heard Sun Fujun mention that if you want to enter the hall of the eldest prince, you have to answer a question about the eldest prince. He held his head high and looked conceited. The eldest prince may ask a question. Although it is shallow, he can barely answer. ”

Cao Miao's face was expressionless, he slowly raised his left fist, raised his middle finger, raised his chin lightly, turned fifteen degrees to the sky, and looked at Deng Yang with an indifferent expression.

Deng Yang was stunned for a long time before he reacted. "The Great Prince...... That's the problem? ”

Cao Miao nodded, still not saying a word, but her eyes were even colder.

The sweat on Deng Yang's forehead suddenly gushed out. He had many arguments with others, but this was the first time he had encountered such a situation. Not a word, just a gesture, what's the problem?

"The eldest prince, don't say a word, don't spit out a word, this ...... What kind of problem is this? ”

Cao Miao withdrew her fingers, turned around, and didn't look at Deng Yang again. Deng Yang's face was red, he flicked his sleeves hatefully, turned around and left. Cao Zhi's face turned pale, and he wanted to ask Cao Miao why, but he didn't dare, so he had to hurry to catch up with Deng Yang.

Deng Yang was annoyed and ashamed, but he was more unconvinced. What exactly does Cao Miao's gesture mean? If you can't find the answer, it will be passed on to Jingshi in the future, and it will inevitably become a laughing stock. As one of the four congs, he was actually stumped by a madman, what face will he have in the future?

Seeing that he was about to enter the main court, Deng Yang suddenly stopped, looked at Cao Zhi who came over, and squeezed out a smile.

"Second prince, dare to ask, how to answer the question of the eldest prince?"

Cao Zhi smiled bitterly. "Deng Zhonglang, my brother is sick, and he is often delirious, Deng Zhonglang doesn't have to care."

"Not really." Deng Yang carried one hand behind him, touched the short beard under his chin with the other, and turned back and forth twice. "The eldest prince did not say a word, shook his hands into a fist, and only one indication must have a deep meaning. Although Yang is not talented, he has a hole in the view, and he wants to consult with the second prince. ”

Cao Zhi arched his hand and said: "Don't dare to be, I want to hear and see." ”

"Lao Tzuyun is a wise man, and he doesn't know what he says. The cloud saint does nothing and teaches without words. What did Confucius say? The meaning of the eldest prince, isn't that so? ”

Cao Zhi thought about it and felt that there was some truth, so he hurriedly asked again: "What about a finger?" ”

"Can the second prince remember which finger?"

"Remember, middle finger."

"Yes, the middle, the golden mean. The meaning of the eldest prince should be self-evident and in line with the teachings of the saints. ”

Cao Zhi nodded again and again, and arched his hand: "Deng Zhonglang is smart, the kid admires it." ”

Deng Yang smiled, looked back at the direction of Cao Miao's courtyard, thought about it again, and felt that his answer should be okay and very appropriate, but he turned back confidently and asked Cao Miao for verification. Cao Zhi didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly followed.

At the gate of the small courtyard, Deng Yang stopped for a moment, tidied up his clothes, took out a handkerchief, wiped the sweat on his face carefully, took out the sachet again, and reapplied some powder.

"The eldest prince is clever, integrates Confucianism and Taoism into one style, teaches without words, and does everything. Yang was taught. ”

Cao Miao turned around and glanced at Deng Yang, the corners of her mouth were crooked, and she almost failed to manage her expression. Is that okay? What a. But I have to say that this answer is still very appropriate, at least justified. Eagerly thinking of these, this Deng Yang has two brushes.

But how do I pick it up? I wasn't prepared.

Fortunately, with rich experience in unscripted performances, Cao Miao quickly made a decision and the Zen master possessed her. He remained silent, but his eyebrows softened a little, as if he was satisfied with Deng Yang's answer, and the bearing of a monk was natural.

Deng Yang saw it in his eyes, his heart was happy, he pricked up his ears, and waited for Cao Miao to invite him to take a seat, and his smile could not be concealed, and appeared on his face.

Under Deng Yang's warm gaze, Cao Miao raised his left fist again and raised his middle finger.