"You write to him?"

"Yes, I have a way to solve this problem, but I want him to do it himself." Xiahou Hui sneered: "He wants to go to sea and be at ease, how can there be such a comfortable thing." ”

Xiahou Hui immediately said his plan, and before he finished speaking, he found that Princess Deyang's expression was wrong.

"What's wrong?"

"Yuanrong, you haven't been out much lately, have you?"

Xiahou Hui's expression changed slightly. It's not just that she hasn't been out much recently, Sima Yi and Sima Shi are recuperating behind closed doors, and the entire Taiwei Mansion is deserted and there are no guests.

"What's the big news lately?"

"The Son of Heaven has just turned Qiu Jian into the history of Youzhou Thorn."

Xiahou Hui frowned. Biqiu Jian has just been appointed as the assassin of Jingzhou for a few years, and he has not seen his political achievements, why was he suddenly transferred to the assassin of Youzhou? Could it be related to the affairs of Liaodong?

She immediately thought of another question: Qingzhou Assassin Shi Cheng Xi, like Biqiu Jian, was also an old minister of the East Palace of the Son of Heaven. Youzhou and Qingzhou, these are the two states closest to Liaodong, and the arrangement of the Son of Heaven does not seem to be an unintentional move.

In this way, Cao Miao's speculation has one more piece of evidence, and the possibility of proving that the Son of Heaven is the Cao family's bloodline is becoming more and more slim.

Xiahou Hui pondered for a long time. "Mother, King Junyi...... Will the truth be known? ”

Princess Deyang was puzzled. "Why do you think that?"

"I'm thinking, if King Junyi knew the truth, it would explain why Emperor Wen was so strict with him in the first place, but spared his life when he could kill him." Xiahou Hui raised his head. "If that's the case, then he is in a very dangerous situation now, and he may be imprisoned again at any time, or even ...... Killed. ”

Princess Deyang gasped, her face pale.

She had already felt that the situation was serious, but now she realized that this matter was more serious than she imagined, and it was imminent. If the Son of Heaven is really the bloodline of the Yuan family and begins to plan the operation, once it is found that the news may be leaked, the action of purging the sect will also be put on the agenda.

Princess Deyang's eyes looking at Xiahou Hui were a little complicated.

She regretted discussing this matter with Xiahou Hui a little. If the Son of Heaven intends to use the family to fight against the clan, Sima Yi is a choice, Xiahou Hui is sandwiched in the middle, and no one can say which side he will favor.

Xiahou Hui immediately felt Princess Deyang's emotions, and his heart was sour, and he couldn't tell what it was like.

"I'll draft it, and let Ah Yan transcribe it." Xiahou Hui lowered his head, took the pen and paper, and said while studying the ink.

Two teardrops slid down his face and landed in the inkstone.

Princess Deyang was also very uncomfortable. "Yuanrong, it's not a mother's ......"

"Mother, I know. However, even if Taiwei can be reactivated, it has nothing to do with Ziyuan. He had already ...... "Thinking of Sima Shi's appearance, Xiahou Hui couldn't control his emotions and couldn't cry.

Princess Deyang also shed tears, moved to Xiahou Hui's side, and held her in her arms. Sima Shi was originally an excellent husband, with a good family background, a good character, and a bright future, but now he has become a waste. Xiahou Hui only gave birth to one daughter, and there was no place in Sima Gate in the future.

Mother and daughter hugged each other and cried.

Xiahou Yan heard the crying and quietly walked out, seeing Xiahou Hui crying bitterly in his mother's arms, and he also regretted it a little. She walked over and hugged Xiahou Hui with tears in her eyes. "Sister, I didn't mean to, don't cry, okay?"

Xiahou Hui cried even more.

——

Cao Miao stood on the Chang'an ship, looking at the busy shipbuilding site, expressionless.

"Isn't my Great Wu's warship mighty?" Yu turned over and stood side by side with Cao Miao.

Cao Miao turned her head to look at Yu and rolled her eyes, laughing. "Mighty, quite mighty."

Yu Fu frowned. "It's better not to say it if you don't mean it."

"Yu Gong, I heard that you are proficient in easy learning."

"My Yu family is easy to learn." Yu stroked his beard and squinted at Cao Miao. "What, you want to ask for advice?"

"I don't know how to learn, and I'm not interested. I just want to ask Yu Gong, can you calculate when Guan Yu will die, and can you use Yi Xue to calculate why this ship is unstable? ”

Yu flipped his hand for a moment and slapped his forehead. "I still have something to do, let's go first." Without waiting for Cao Miao to speak, he turned around and left, taking the rapid movement technique to the extreme, and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Even if Cao Cao, who is good at light skills, sees it, he has to shout insiders.

"Oh, Weisi people, who will I return." Cao Miao sighed.

"What are you talking about?" Mrs. Sun's voice came overhead. Cao Miao glanced back and saw Sun Luyu unexpectedly. This little girl has been pestering Mrs. Sun recently, and there are signs of succeeding her sister Sun Luban and being Mrs. Sun's ass.

"It's nothing, I suddenly want to chant a few lines of poetry and get angry."

"Poof!" Mrs. Sun couldn't hold back and laughed out loud. Cao Miao has never liked to write poetry, but today there is poetry, which is really rare. It's just that no matter how elegant the words are, they come out of his mouth with a ruffian.

What does it mean to be angry?

"Listen, I'd like to see what you can spit out of your mouth."

Cao Miao hesitated for a moment and shook his head. "I think it's better to forget it. To no one else is to say a gaffe. I'm in a place of suspicion, so it's better to be cautious. If the tree makes a big splash and arouses unwarranted suspicion, it will not be asking for trouble. ”

Mrs. Sun nodded and said, "That's right." ”

Sun Luyu tugged at Mrs. Sun's sleeve, stood on tiptoe, leaned into Mrs. Sun's ear, and muttered a few words. Mrs. Sun's face changed suddenly, she looked at Cao Miao, clenched her silver teeth, and couldn't wait to bite off a piece of Cao Miao's meat.

"Read it and hear it!" Mrs. Sun roared: "If you don't read it well, pick your skin." ”

"Ma'am, you're a little ......."

"I don't understand, no one else understands?" Mrs. Sun was almost on the verge of storming. "Xiaohu is well versed in poetry, much better than you. Read! ”

Cao Miao smacked her lips. "What if someone is jealous of me and comes to me for a competition? I'm not afraid of martial arts, I'm not afraid of articles, I'm waiting for a thousand years, it's rare to say a good job, and I can't cope with it. ”

Mrs. Sun blinked, felt justified, and was about to give up, Sun Luyu said, "Cao Jun is too worried. There are no outsiders here, just me and my aunt. If we don't talk about it, who knows that Cao Jun is romantic? ”

Mrs. Sun listened and nodded again and again. "It's still Xiaohu who is smart. Boy, read it quickly, or don't blame me for being unkind. ”

Cao Miao was helpless. "Well, since Madame and Princess are so welcoming, I'll just say a few words. If you don't read it well, don't be surprised. ”

Mrs. Sun was impatient. "Hurry up, where is so much nonsense."

"Wait, wait." Sun Luban said excitedly, leaned down in Mrs. Sun's ear and said a few words, and rushed away. After a while, she rushed over with two maids, one holding the desk and the other holding the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, panting.

Set up a desk next to Cao Miao, Sun Luyu sat down, spread paper and pen, and said with a smile: "Cao Jun can read." ”

"This is ......," Cao Miao was puzzled.

"Leave the evidence." Mrs. Sun was above her head and said in a hateful voice.

"Okay." Cao Miao coughed twice. "Guanfu Baling is victorious, in Dongting Lake. Connecting the distant mountains, swallowing the Yangtze River, the vast soup soup, the endless ......"