Wang Ji spit out a mouthful of blood, looked at Cao Miao who was smiling, and his eyes were wide open, as if he had seen a ghost.

Cao Miao didn't die?

He carefully interrogated Long Lou, and also sent someone to Luoshui to inquire, but he didn't see any flaws, and he was sure that Long Lou was successful in stabbing him, and Cao Miao was at least seriously injured even if he didn't die. In short, it is impossible to be the lively appearance that it is now.

What frightened him even more was Cao Miao's skills.

Cao Miao's blow not only knocked him into the account, but also seriously injured him, breaking at least a few ribs.

Suddenly, he understood something. Long Lou didn't lie, he was just deceived by Cao Miao. With the skills that Cao Miao just showed, and being prepared, it was inevitable that Longlou's assassination would fail. It's just that Cao Miao took advantage of the Dragon Tower and passed on a fake news to lure him out.

"The troops I arranged over there have all become the prince's swords, right?" Wang Ji gasped, exerted all his strength, and sat up. Even if he wanted to die, he didn't want to collapse in front of Cao Miao like a dead dog. "My ...... Crown, put my crown...... Pick it up. He said to the concubine, who was so frightened that her face turned pale and shrunk aside.

Concubine Ji clenched her hands into fists, blocked in front of her, and shook her head again and again. Wang Ji's crown was at Cao Miao's feet, and they didn't dare to approach Cao Miao. Not to mention that it is terrible to come back from the dead, this person was a madman when he was alive.

Cao Miao glanced down and laughed twice. "What kind of gentleman are you pretending to be, do you still deserve to wear this crown after you did those things?"

Wang Ji's eyes darkened, his eyelids drooped, and he didn't say anything more.

Cao Miao glanced at the furnishings in the tent, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised. Wang Ji's pomp and circumstance are not small, and he didn't forget to take these furniture with him when he escaped, and he camped temporarily, and there were a lot of corresponding furnishings, and the red sleeves of Tianxiang could not be missing. It is no wonder that the little carpenter can mix like a fish in water in the army, all to meet the needs of these masters.

"On a hot day, there is still a fire in the tent, I'm afraid it's not as simple as boiling water and boiling milk, right?" Cao Miao poured half of the goat's milk on the case into the crown that Wang Ji had dropped on the ground, shook the cup again, poured himself a cup of goat's milk, and took a sip. "Are you going to burn something unsightly?"

Wang Ji's body trembled, then raised his head, looked at Cao Miao, and there was a little more sarcasm in his eyes.

"Those who steal the hook will be punished, and those who steal the country will be punished. Compared to the prince, my little unsightly thing is pitiful. ”

"Don't be so modest." Cao Miao grinned. "I guess, what you want to say is not my Cao Miao, but our Cao family, who usurped the Han and established themselves, right? It's a pity that you only dare to think in your heart, but don't dare to say it. ”

Cao Miao sat on the desk, spread her legs, lowered her body, and came to Wang Ji. "Even if you are a gentleman, you are a hypocrite." He smiled and added. "Your Taiyuan royal family is all ancestral heirlooms, and you can't change it."

"You ......" Wang Ji's pale face instantly turned red. He propped himself up, glaring angrily, his teeth clucking, blood gushing from his lips and teeth, running down his well-trimmed beard, dripping onto the silk coat on his chest.

"Not convinced?" Cao Miao straightened up and drank goat's milk leisurely, feeling inexplicably happy.

He didn't lie, the hypocrite of the Taiyuan Wang family was by no means Wang Ji.

Wang Ji's son, Wang Shen, served as Cao Shuang's general, but he was very close to Sima and was soon reinstated. Later, he became an official by Cao Chao's side, and Cao Chao treated them as confidants and discussed the coup with them, but Wang Shen told Sima Zhao in a blink of an eye.

Wang Ji's servant, Wang Chang's son Wang Hun, competed with Wang Jun for Wu Zhigong and falsely accused Wang Jun.

The reason why the Taiyuan Wang clan was able to rise in the late Han Dynasty and become a famous family from a local powerful family has a lot to do with their shamelessness, and this shamelessness is in the same vein.

In fact, in the troubled times, if you want to go out of the way, there will be more or less dark things that will not see the light, which is not surprising. But the fact that he was framed and betrayed to seek glory is too disgusting, and Wang Ji and Wang Shen have no sense of moral superiority at all.

Even if Wang Shen writes history and wants to whitewash himself and the Sima family, he will inevitably be despised.

These are all background information for the new play, he has checked the relevant historical materials, and also consulted professionals, which is basically true. In public and private, Cao Miao has no sympathy for Wang Ji, and he doesn't mind humiliating him and making him die.

It is simply an insult to justice to let this kind of life and sleep with peace of mind.

"The Tao is different, and they do not conspire with each other. I don't have much to say to you. Wang Ji sneered, his eyes contemptuous. Since you have deceived the Dragon Tower, you must also know that the little carpenter stole something from the Liaodong Mansion. Do you want it? Do you dare to ask for it? ”

"Liaodong Mansion?"

Seeing Cao Miao's surprised expression, Wang Ji laughed, and made a "silky" sound from his mouth, like a snake spraying venom.

"Why not?" Cao Miao also smiled.

Wang Ji was stunned for a moment, staring at Cao Miao for a moment, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became even sharper. "Okay, okay, then I'll give it to you. It's in the bookcase next to it, in the bottom compartment. After you read it, don't regret it. ”

"What is there to regret?" Cao Miao found the bookcase, took out the books inside, and sure enough, found a mezzanine. Open the mezzanine, there is a flat box inside, the size is about the same as what Long Lou said, and the white tiger stripes are painted on it. He took out the flat box and found that there was a lock on it.

"Where's the key?"

"The keys are not in my possession."

Cao Miao didn't ask any more, with both hands, she directly pinched the flat box and pulled out a silk book from it.

Wang Ji smiled even brighter. He looked at Cao Miao intently, with an irrepressible frenzy in his eyes. Although Cao Miao didn't look at him squarely, she felt his abnormality and couldn't help but smile slightly.

"News from Liaodong?"

Wang Ji didn't speak, but his eyes were a little strange. Cao Miao smiled slightly, and leaned into his ear again. "Is it related to the Son of Heaven?"

Wang Ji was stunned. "You...... How do you know? ”

Cao Miao suddenly felt in her heart, didn't ask again, opened the silk book, and read it. As he read, he looked at Wang Ji, the corners of his mouth became higher and higher, and the smile on his face became brighter and brighter. Wang Ji's heart was constantly sinking, and the previous joy gradually turned into panic.

"Good." After Cao Miao finished reading, she laughed. He spread the silk book on the desk and looked at Wang Ji with a smile. "Otherwise, let's make a deal. Copy a copy for me, and I will keep you a whole corpse, and dig a pit to bury you, lest you be eaten by wild dogs. How is it? ”

Wang Ji understood what Cao Miao meant, and his eyes were frightened, as if he had seen a real poisonous snake. "You...... You don't want to. ”

"Don't want to?"

"After all, it's just a death, you want to dirty my innocence, even affect my family, don't even think about it."

"Then there's nothing to talk about?" Cao Miao spread her hands regretfully and turned to look at the two concubines. "I heard you are literate, do me a favor? Anyway, you are the concubines of Wang Fujun, and what you write is what Wang Fujun wrote. ”

Wang Ji was shocked and opened his mouth to breathe. Cao Miao's face sank, and shaking his hand was a slap, loud and crisp, which directly knocked Wang Ji unconscious.