Xiahou Yan came to the main hall, first found Qingtao, and inquired about Cao Miao's situation.

Qingtao glanced upstairs, sighed and shook her head, suggesting that Xiahou Yan had better not go up. After Cao Miao came back, she was in a bad mood. Although it will not cause illness, it will not treat people with a good face.

Xiahou Yan bit his fingers, blinked his eyes for a long time, and decided to give it a try. The two elders of King Yongqiu and Ah Mu were waiting, and she couldn't delay because she was afraid and lost her etiquette. Besides, Cao Miao has always been very fond of her, and she has never spoken ill of her.

Speaking of which, even Xiahou Xuan and Xiahou Hui didn't spoil her so much.

Xiahou Yan tiptoed upstairs, came to the door, stretched his neck, and peeked into the house.

Cao Miao sat cross-legged on the couch, holding her cheeks, motionless.

Xiahou Yan wanted not to speak, but he couldn't suppress his curiosity. "Folk, what are you thinking?"

Cao Miao rolled her eyes, stared at Xiahou Yan for a while, and beckoned. Xiahou Yan hesitated for a moment, took off his shoes, stood on tiptoe, and came to Cao Miao. Cao Miao pointed to the seat on the side and turned over and lay on the couch. Xiahou Yan dragged the mat and also lay on it, holding his cheeks, and facing Cao Miao's eyes.

"Little sister, there's one thing I don't understand." Cao Miao looked dazed.

"You say." Xiahou Yan exerted a little bit of force, like a confidant sister.

"I'm a sick person, why does Your Majesty think that I have to be in Jiangdong?"

Xiahou Yan opened his mouth and closed it again. This question is not difficult, everyone knows it, but it can't be said to Cao Miao.

"You don't know?" Cao Miao showed a look of disappointment, and was a little helpless.

"Uh......" Xiahou Yan's heart softened, rolled his eyes, and said, "You have to be, naturally because you are not only smart and capable, but also trustworthy." What the line is most afraid of is not being recognized, but rebellion. You are a clan, even if you surrender, Sun Quan will not reuse you, and your income is limited. Your father and brother will also be implicated by you, and they will lose a lot. How many people are willing to do what the gains outweigh the losses? ”

Cao Miao will be skeptical. "Really?"

Xiahou Yan was just an idea, looking for a reason to comfort Cao Miao. After finishing speaking, I felt that this reason still made sense, Cao Miao also believed it a little, was proud in her heart, nodded vigorously, and said seriously: "Of course, how could I lie to you." ”

Cao Miao sighed secretly. What kind of gene is Xiahou Shang, his son and daughter are so good? A thirteen-year-old girl, deceiving people so sincerely, is very serious. In comparison, Xiahou Xu is a pig.

"That'...... Why do they have to ask me to marry Sima Guo? Sima Guo is so stupid, not half as smart as you. ”

Xiahou Yan couldn't help but cover his mouth. Thinking of that day's competition, she couldn't help but want to laugh. In the two exams, she won a big victory, and she didn't give Xiahou Hui and Sima Guo a chance. The eight golden cakes are proof that she can have a good dream by taking them out and counting them every day before going to bed.

"Actually, no. Sima Guo, and his sister, but they didn't play well that day, but they were actually very smart. Xiahou Yan blinked, his eyes lit up, and he felt more and more that he needed to untie Cao Miao and let him accept the arrangement of the Son of Heaven.

The Son of Heaven has made up his mind, and King Yongqiu does not object, and others are also happy to see it come true, and it is useless for Cao Miao to oppose it alone.

"The eldest husband should make a name for himself and achieve a career, how can he do nothing? What's more, you are still so smart and have a good martial arts, it would be a pity not to make contributions. Let you marry Sima Guo because people with families are more persevering. What is the purpose of making a contribution? Isn't it just a wife and a son, and enjoy wealth and prosperity? Besides, this is also a hostage, the practice of the imperial court, not specifically against you. ”

Xiahou Yan tried his best to make himself look righteous and selfless, but he couldn't hide the cunning and pride of the little fox between his eyebrows.

Cao Miao saw it clearly, but she didn't say anything, and quietly watched Xiahou Yan's performance.

After Xiahou Yan finished speaking, he tilted his head, thought for a while, nodded, and shook his head again. "You have a point. But my Ah Weng has been crowned king, and my mother has been dead for more than ten years, and I don't even know where she is buried. I was born and died, but I cheapened Sima Guo, isn't it a bit too much of a loss? He rolled over and lay down on the couch and sighed, "It's not interesting to think about it." ”

"And who are you willing to do it for?"

Cao Miao turned her head and looked at Xiahou Yan without speaking, her eyes shining.

Xiahou Yan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly reacted, and suddenly blushed with shame. She stretched out her hand and wanted to hit Cao Miao, but her hand stretched out halfway, and she felt that it was too affectionate, which was easy for Cao Miao to misunderstand, so she hurriedly shrank back, got up, and ran away with the hem of her clothes. She walked in a panic, and when she went out, she didn't put on her shoes for a long time, so she simply put them in her hand and went downstairs with a smoke.

"Qingtao, help me put on my shoes." Xiahou Yan sat on the stairs and screamed. These days, she and Qingtao are inseparable, and she has regarded Qingtao as her personal maid, and many things are done on Qingtao.

Qingtao came over, squatted in front of Xiahou Yan, and helped her put on her shoes.

Looking at the green peach in front of him, Xiahou Yan suddenly realized that Qing Tao was originally Cao Miao's personal maidservant, and his current style was only qualified to be done by Cao Miao's wife. When Qingtao put on her shoes, she didn't even say hello and hid her face.

Qingtao was stunned for a moment, puzzled. At this time, Cao Miao screamed. "Green peach, green peach."

"Here we are." Qingtao went upstairs and came to Cao Miao's room.

Cao Miao was still lying on the ground, looking up at the roof. Hearing footsteps, he tilted his head. "Gone?"

"Gone."

"Is there any news from Zhang Wei?"

Speaking of business, Qingtao put away her smile. "The latest news was half a month ago, and it has arrived in Liaodong."

Cao Miao turned over and sat up. Very good. "You inform Han Long, prepare a few ships, and start the next move."

"Whoa."

"One more thing, contact your aunt, we have a sum of money to entrust to her in case of emergency."

Qingtao's eyes flashed, her expression was a little excited, and then she calmed down again. "How much?"

"One or two hundred million."

"One...... Two hundred million? Qing Tao's eyes widened in surprise, and she glared at Cao Miao in disbelief.

Cao Miao glanced at her and pouted. "It's not profitable, you are also a descendant of the Xuanwei Hou Mansion, one or two hundred million is more? A little ambitious, it will be one or two hundred billion, or even one or two hundred billion in the future. ”

Qingtao smiled and bowed. "Yes, the townsman is ambitious, but the servant is young."

Cao Miao waved his hand and motioned for Qingtao to retreat. Qingtao obviously doesn't know the black hole of expenditure behind the intelligence work, and casually rubbing a little oil is a huge amount of money.

Cao Rong wants me to take a chestnut in the fire, so naturally I can't cheapen him, so I will gnaw on a piece of meat first.