Cao Miao returned to the study, sat in front of the desk, took a piece of paper, took a pen and ink, and wrote a big "Cui" character.

He looked at it for a while, smiled self-deprecatingly, then picked up the pen and added a single side, and then wrote another "sad".

If you don't read much, you will really die.

The teacher is unfavorable, the situation is full of problems, and Cao Miao scratches his head. He kind of understood Cao Zhi. The situation is indeed desperate, and normally, there is basically no chance to turn over, so I can only ask the emperor to raise his noble hand and let me go.

It's a pity that it's always difficult to ask for someone, Cao Ei is better than Cao Pi, but it's not much better.

If you want to turn over, you can only take the usual path.

Cao Miao picked up the paper, kneaded it into a small ball in the palm of her hand, and threw it into the wastepaper basket on the side. The wastepaper basket was empty, and the paper ball shook in it a few times before finally stopping. Cao Miao thought about it, got up and walked over, picked up the paper ball, spread it again, folded it into a paper strip, and lit it on the lamp.

The firelight illuminated Cao Miao's face, but it couldn't dissolve the haze in his eyes.

Ah Hu walked in and closed the door. He glanced at the burning note in Cao Miao's hand, a little surprised, but didn't ask.

"How is Han Dong?" Cao Miao asked.

"He has a lot of possessions in his house, and two more young women." Ah Hu lowered his eyelids, and his expression was a little gloomy. "They are all Shixi in the palace, one is Lao Song's daughter Ah Hua, and the other is Lao Bai's widow's daughter-in-law Ah Ying."

Cao Miao didn't speak. He had heard Ah Hu say before that Lao Bai's son Bai Xiaoyu had just died in battle in Xincheng not long ago, and according to the imperial court system, his daughter-in-law had to be rematched. Lao Bai is just this one son, and since then he has never been the same, and the day he received the news, Lao Bai almost cried to death.

"How is Han Dong himself?"

"I didn't see him, but I heard Sister Ah Hua say that he was invited to a banquet by the prisoners. However, he left a message, saying that I wanted to continue to deliver medicine to him, and specially wrote a list. ”

Ah Hu said, handing over a piece of bamboo slip with a few words written on it. Cao Miao knew these words, but she didn't know what they were for.

"What is this?"

"I don't know." Ah Hu shook his head. "I don't know how to read."

Cao Miao glanced at Ah Hu, who scratched his head in embarrassment. "I ...... I only know my own name. ”

Cao Miao didn't say anything, took the bamboo slip and read it, Ah Hu listened to it, and immediately said: "I know, this is a golden sore prescription, and the effect is very good, but Zeng Qing is not easy to get, and there may not be it in the house." ”

Cao Miao's heart moved, and he handed the bamboo slip back to Ah Hu. "You go and find a way, find someone who knows how to read, and ask for it. Remember, I haven't seen this thing. ”

Ah Hu was stunned for a moment, then reacted and scolded: "This dog school matter is too insidious." ”

Cao Miao smiled bitterly to herself. There are a few stupid people who can be spies, Han Dong is just frivolous, not stupid. He was suspicious of Ah Hu and tried Ah Hu, but he didn't know if he doubted himself.

"Ah Hu, are there any people among the guards who can read?"

"Yes, Lao Song can read. He used to be the chief bookkeeper in the army. ”

"You go and learn to read from him, the more the better." Cao Miao knew that Lao Song Qiren was on duty outside the small courtyard now, and his appearance was more elegant than that of other old guards, like a person who had read a book.

Ah Hu looked at Cao Miao with a sad face. Cao Miao ignored him. Ah Hu had no choice but to pout and go.

In the next few days, Ah Hu had to take some time out every day to follow Lao Song to read and write. Cao Miao seized the time to practice martial arts and boxing, and also took the time to ask Lao Song for some sword techniques and spear techniques, including shields, bows and crossbows, and also did some understanding.

Traditional martial arts were mainly weapons, and later after two bans on martial arts, prohibiting folk martial arts, boxers had no choice but to turn the knife into palm and gun into boxing, and strengthen the exercise of the body, which contributed to the rise and prosperity of famous boxing such as Xingyi, Bagua, and Baji.

Cao Miao has a good foundation for fists and feet, but he doesn't know much about equipment, especially for the martial arts of the battle array. The equipment he learned was all short-handed soldiers, which were only suitable for private combat, and could not be used on the battlefield. Besides, apart from a short knife he had picked up from Han Dong, he didn't have a weapon to keep his hands on now. Learning how to use some commonly used weapons can also save a momentary emergency.

With a complete set of mature practice methods and many years of practical experience, Cao Miao's progress in martial arts has been rapid.

Cao Zhi is extremely smart, Cao Zhi is also a civil and military all-rounder, capable of riding and shooting, and Cao Miao is naturally not stupid. Lao Song and the others were not surprised at all when they saw that Cao Miao looked decent after a little practice.

While seizing the time to practice martial arts, Cao Miao quietly taught Ah Hu some skills. Ah Hu's martial arts are good, but he relies on talent, great strength, good understanding, and often fights with others, but his training methods are very primitive. Cao Miao made a little move, and he made obvious progress.

The green peaches were all flesh wounds, and under the careful care of the red apricot, the injuries healed quickly, leaving only a few scars. Although Qingtao didn't regret it, she felt a little regretful in her heart, and when she saw Cao Miao again, she buttoned her clothes tightly.

Ah Hu went to see Han Dong every day, sometimes he could meet, sometimes Han Dong was not there, so he said a few words to Ah Ying and Ah Hua who were waiting for Han Dong. Wang Tai's attitude towards Han Dong has improved significantly, the daily food supply is sufficient, Han Dong's body recovers quickly, and there is no major problem.

It's just that the relationship between him and Wang Tai has not fundamentally changed, and it has only been a few days, and there have been some changes recently, it is said that Wang Tai asked him for something, Han Dong promised to give it, but he kept dragging it out, and the two quarreled once, which was not very pleasant, and there were signs of tension.

Cao Miao knew what Wang Tai asked Han Dong for, and he also knew that Han Dong would definitely not be able to take it out, and in a hurry, it was inevitable that he would come to him to try his luck. He didn't take care of Ah Hu and Qingtao to be vigilant, which was also a big test.

He needs a few shrewd and capable assistants, not just subordinates who do rough things.

One night, in the second half of the night, Cao Miao, who was still standing on the pile, heard the sound of insects outside the back window for a while, and then there was a small sound of rustling, knowing that someone was coming. He then lay down on the bed, snoring evenly, and from time to time he rolled over, grinded his teeth, and said a few slurred dream words.

After a while, someone walked east along the back wall.

Cao Miao immediately got up, woke up Ah Hu, who was sleeping in the study, took the prepared crossbow, tiptoed to the opposite side, and stood against the wall. Ah Hu wanted to go in, but was stopped by Cao Miao. Cao Miao asked Ah Hu to wind the crossbow, put the crossbow arrows, and get ready to shoot.

He had long expected this day, and even observed the angle of shooting to ensure that he could kill Han Dong with one shot, but he would not hurt the green peach and red apricot.

They had just prepared when there was a soft sound from the back window of the east room, and a sturdy figure entered through the window and landed gently.

Qingtao was awakened, turned over and sat up, and the bed made a chaotic noise. "Who?" Before the words could be spoken, the mouth was covered, and only a muffled whimper remained.

"Shhhh