At the beginning of the moon, Cao Miao sat in the tent with her knees crossed, watching the ripples of the lake, listening to the dense reeds rustling in the wind, and her heart was worried.

The idea is his, but the specific plan is agreed upon by Cao Zhi and Cao Zhi. Whether it will work or not, whether it will be easy to play, Cao Miao is not sure at all.

How Cao Zhi persuaded Cao Zhi, Cao Miao didn't know, but when he saw Cao Zhi neatly draped, he had some confidence. I have to say that Cao Zhi, who wears armor, is still a little handsome. Exercising these days has also had some effect, at least it looks energetic, a bit of a dragon.

Ah Hu also wore armor, a very simple two-dang armor, without a helmet. He stood outside the gauze tent, harassed by mosquitoes, and had slapped himself several times, and his face was full of bloody mosquito corpses.

Even if the dead grass is lit, the mosquitoes in the reeds still can't resist the temptation of blood, and they swarm and buzz around, like swarms of bombardment fighters and fighter planes, diving down at the first opportunity.

Cao Miao had the foresight to bring out the gauze tent, and at this moment he was able to steal the silence in the middle of the night, pretending to meditate and practice by the lake, spitting out the old and accepting the new.

In fact, wherever it calms down, his heartbeat is almost two hundred and five. He felt that he was also a bit of a two-hundred-and-five, and if this scene was badly acted, it would really kill people. If it's not one or two, the entire Yongqiu Mansion may be wiped out.

What he was worried about before was that Cangji didn't dare to take risks, but now he hopes that Cangji will be sensible, don't do too much, and don't bring too many people.

However, he is well aware that there are not many opportunities for Cangji to choose. He was originally a knife, and the initiative was never in his own hands. From the day he was ordered to frame Cao Zhi, he put his life in the hands of others.

There is no injustice and no revenge, why did a small anti-auxiliary official falsely accuse Cao Zhi? No one is making waves behind and adding fuel to the fire, how could Cangji be transferred to Junyi at such a sensitive time. If Cao Rong hadn't changed his fate, Cao Zhixi would have sealed Junyi and fell into Cangji's hands again, and he could figure it out with his toes.

The edict of the Son of Heaven cannot be violated, and there is nothing to be done about it. But Cao Zhi crossed the border and carried a lot of money, such a good opportunity, not to pretend to be a robber who seeks money and kills his life, how can Cangji explain to the mastermind behind the scenes? Moreover, the location of the crime was in Zhongmu, not in Junyi, so he didn't have to bear any consequences, he just wanted to sleep, and someone gave him a pillow intimately, and he couldn't ask for it.

Cao Miao thought so carefully about Cangji, if Cangji didn't come, Cao Miao would look down on him.

Zhongmu belongs to Henan County and is part of Gyeonggi, but the location is slightly off, on the edge of Gyeonggi. This area is low, and it is a rainy summer, full of lush reeds, weeds, shallow water, lakes, high and low mounds can be seen everywhere, it is not too convenient to hide a few people, and it is common for passing officials to be killed.

When Cao Zhang was alive, he was first named the Marquis of Yanling and ruled Zhongmu. Because of Cao Zhang's fierce temperament, passing officials were afraid of him, and they did not dare to stay in Zhongmu more, and often chose to rush overnight, so there were not a few people who were robbed by thieves and lost their lives. Later, because the influence was too great, Cao Zhangxi sealed the city, and this problem was alleviated.

Cao Miao listened to these stories. There used to be a young guard named Zhang Wei in the mansion, who was Cao Zhang's old department, and after Cao Zhang's death, he transferred to the Yongqiu Palace, and was later recruited to the front line, and his whereabouts are unknown. He told Lao Song the story of Cao Zhang, and he was especially happy when he talked about this paragraph.

Hearing that Cangji was transferred to Junyi, Cao Miao immediately remembered these stories and decided to dig a big pit for Cangji in Zhongmu and bury him.

"Prince, sleep for a while. I'm here, and no one will hurt you. Ah Hu said as he slapped himself again, then looked at the mosquito corpse in his palm, and blew a breath, the clouds were light and the wind was light.

"Ah Hu, your martial arts are not yet complete, don't take risks."

"Don't worry, Prince, I won't be so stupid." Ah Hu said, looking around. "If only my brother were here, I rushed directly to Junyi and killed the dog official surnamed Cang. Prince, I tell you a secret. If it weren't for my Ah Weng to stop me, my brother would have wanted to kill Cangji that year. ”

Cao Miao didn't pay attention to Ah Hu. People are dead, what's the use of talking all that nonsense, can he still be reborn?

Besides, in terms of assassination techniques, Ah Hu's brother named Han Long can't compare with him. On the battlefield, thousands of people are fighting in formation, and he may not be good at it. On latent assassination, he can see life and death in one move, and he dares to say that there are not many people who are more clever than him in this era.

"Don't talk, it's coming." Qing Tao suddenly spoke, interrupting the chattering Ah Hu, and at the same time raised a shield and a spear, and stood in front of Cao Miao. She changed into a slim samurai suit today, wore a short knife at her waist, and added a shield and spear in her hand, adding a bit of heroism.

is worthy of being a son and daughter of Liangzhou.

Before Qingtao's words fell, there was a shout of killing in the distance, and several fires jumped out of the reeds, drew arcs in the air, and pounced on the camp by the lake. Cao Zhi set up camp on his back and ordered the reeds on both sides to be cleared, so that the thieves could only attack from one direction.

The shouts of killing immediately became louder, and countless people poured out of the reeds and pounced on the palace guards who were waiting for them.

The number of palace guards is limited, there are only more than 30 people, most of them are old, and a few are thirteen or fourteen-year-old teenagers, and their combat effectiveness is limited. Under the command of Cao Zhi, they relied on the cover of ox carts to confront countless thieves, protecting Cao Zhi's father and son in the middle.

For several days in a row, they ate with their bellies open, two catties of beef per capita, and the old guards recovered a lot of physical strength, and the training of these days also allowed them to pick up the ability to march and fight in the past, although the number was not large, in the face of thieves several times their size, they still fought vigorously.

Both sides fought for a while, with casualties on each other.

Seeing that the palace guards were tenacious and the besieging thieves were a little anxious, a man who looked like a leader roared, rushed over with a few accomplices, forcibly broke through the blockade of the palace guards, rushed into the blocking circle, rushed to Cao Zhi, and let out a smug laugh.

"Suffer death! Yongqiu—"

Before the words fell, Cao Zhi held a spear, jumped forward, and pierced the man's breastplate with a spear, and then drew his spear and stabbed again, killing another person. The leading thief was stunned, rushed forward two steps, reached out and touched his chest, touched the warm blood in his hand, and his leg went limp, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

"Kill!" Old Song raised his long knife and roared loudly. "Hack these turtle grandsons to death!"

The ten old guards spread out the defensive formation, divided into two teams, and rushed forward with Lao Song, protecting Cao Zhi's sides, slashing and killing. Although there are not many of them, they cooperate tacitly and advance and retreat in a certain way. Under their cover, Cao Zhi didn't have to worry about his wings and behind him, he was focused on moving forward, the spear in his hand rose and fell, blocked and blocked, and killed several people in a row.

Cao Miao was far away and couldn't see the details clearly, but when he saw Cao Zhi rushing left and right with ten old guards, invincible, screaming everywhere he went, screaming again and again, he couldn't help clapping his hands and laughing: "It's about the same, in the future, you will have to take more knives and less pens." ”