Cao Miao was a little surprised. In fact, what he imitated was not the voice of the prisoner, but the defense assistant who was touched by him.

Although he had only met once, he remembered the appearance and voice of the defense assistant, and also saw that he had some friendship with the prisoner, so he began to imitate him. With his dubbing skills, imitating a thirty or forty-year-old prime of life can still be seven or eight points similar.

Unexpectedly, Han Dong mistakenly thought that he was the prisoner himself.

Like? This gap ...... It's a bit big.

The story doesn't follow the script, but Cao Miao doesn't panic. He neither admitted nor denied it, just pressed Han Dong's shoulder and didn't let him get up, as if he was hesitating, and seemed to be waiting for Han Dong to open his mouth to beg for mercy, and it was a bit like a cat playing with a mouse, deliberately teasing Han Dong.

He believed that with Han Dong's temper before, he couldn't withstand this silent pressure at all, and he would definitely make a move.

As long as Han Dong makes a move, he can get more information and follow the trend.

Sure enough, after a while, Han Dong couldn't hold it anymore, and said in a dumb voice: "It's useless for you to kill me, Captain Yin will send others." ”

Cao Miao still didn't speak. Yin Duwei should be the Yin Mo mentioned by Han Dong last time, but he is not familiar with this person, so he answers in a hurry and is easy to expose.

Han Dong took two breaths and laughed, and his mouth "sizzled", like a poisonous snake spitting out letters. "Actually, you're really thinking too much, I'm not here to check on you. You don't need to investigate that little bit of at all, the court knows it very well. Hehe, colluding with Shu thieves and raising Kou for self-respect, this is much more credible than supporting King Yongqiu to ascend the throne. ”

Although Cao Miao didn't speak, her heart chuckled. He heard the meaning of Han Dong's words. Cao Rong died, and the rumor that the minister supported Cao Zhi was indeed an internal man-made rumor, just to play with the imperial court, and there was a suspicion of echoing Shu Han.

The source of the rumor is the prisoner of the country.

Cao Zhi is just a pawn to be used, and no one cares about his life or death.

Cao Miao was angry. This is also too unkind, and the chess pieces have no dignity?

Cao Miao sneered twice. "How many times have you met with the eldest prince and what did you say?"

"The eldest prince......" Han Dong stopped talking, his breath was heavy, like swallowing a fly. Cao Miao even heard him grinding his teeth. After a while, Han Dong barely regained his composure. "Personal grievances are insignificant."

Cao Miao didn't speak, but just sneered twice.

Han Dong also knew that this reason was not enough, and then said: "The imperial court suspects that the eldest prince's madness is fake, and sent me to check the authenticity. ”

"Pretended?"

"Hmm." Han Dong paused, and then said: "This is explained by the boss, and I don't know the specific situation." ”

Cao Miao suppressed the surprise in her heart, and asked again, "Then what is the result of your inspection?" ”

"It's weird, it's just ...... It is not yet possible to determine. ”

"What's weird?"

Han Dong sneered twice and kept silent. After a moment, he said, "That's all I know. If the confessor wants to kill, he will kill, and there is no need to say more. It's just a matter of dealing with it cleanly and finding a good replacement for the dead ghost. If it is still on the father and son of King Yongqiu, I am afraid that no one will believe it. ”

Cao Miao didn't speak, pressed her thumb on Han Dong's carotid artery, and with a little force, Han Dong fainted, his body slowly relaxed, and his breath stabilized a lot.

Cao Miao got up, turned on the bedside lamp, and looked around. The furnishings in the house were good, better than in his house, but it was dirty and smelly. Ah Hu's words are true, this Han Dong's popularity is not good, and the prisoner didn't even arrange a servant for him to clean up.

It's understandable when you think about it. The prisoner thought that Han Dong was here to check on him, so how could he give him a good face.

Cao Miao turned off the lights again, stood at the head of Han Dong's bed and looked at it for a moment, confirming that Han Dong had really fainted, and at the same time making himself feel more of the smell in Han Dong's house. It's a pity that Han Dong can't get up, otherwise he would want to look at Han Dong's figure again and look more like.

Later, he is going to do something, and he has to frame it on Han Dong. As for whether Han Dong can get out, it depends on his ability.

With a plan of action in mind, Cao Miao changed into Han Dong's coat and boots resting on the bedside, picked up Han Dong's long sword, and calmly went out. There was no one around, the evening breeze was blowing, and only the insects were still chirping. He didn't go up the wall. The courtyard of the prisoner is not far from here, only separated by two gates, and Han Dong is injured, it is unlikely that he will climb over the wall, and it will be a flaw after all if he traces it in the future.

In the dead of night, the auxiliary officials who patrolled the night were a little sleepy, and Cao Miao didn't bother much, and easily found the bedroom of the prisoner.

The bedroom was a mess, snoring loudly, and the air was filled with a strong smell of fishy and powdery fat. In the dim light, the three meat worms hugged each other and slept soundly.

Cao Miao hid behind the door, listening to the voices inside and outside the house, judging the situation, and looking at the furnishings in the house through the light. At first glance, he almost exploded. Looking at the furnishings in Han Dong's house just now, he was already psychologically unbalanced, and when he saw the bedroom of the prisoner, he knew that his father and son, the king and prince of Yongqiu, were really embarrassed.

Evil slaves and bullying masters, the good things in Yongqiu Wangfu have been occupied by this dog thing.

The more Cao Miao thought about it, the more angry she became, she walked to the couch, first pressed the two women's necks to let them continue to sleep, and then pulled the tent hook, tied their hands and feet, and blocked their mouths, and then pulled out Han Dong's long sword and twitched it twice in the face of the prisoner.

Maybe it was because of the excessive consumption of energy, the prisoner did not wake up, muttered something in his mouth, reached out and pulled away Cao Miao's long sword, turned over, hugged the woman on the other side, and fell asleep again.

Cao Miao saw the fire, and he didn't be polite to him, and a sword stabbed him in the thigh, and the bones were deep in the bones.

The prisoner woke up in pain and was about to scream, but Cao Miao was prepared, stuffed a ball of cloth that he didn't know what it was, blocked his scream, and then put the cold and shining long sword in front of him. The prisoner gasped, his body froze, and he didn't dare to move.

Cao Miao turned his back to the lamp, his mouth made a "sizzling" sound, and the long sword in his hand slid down the old face of the prisoner, stopped on his shriveled chest, and slowly stabbed into his skin, and then slid down lightly, cutting through the flesh. Blood gushed out and ran down the belly of the prisoner, quickly wetting his ugly doppelganger.

The prisoners cried out in horror, whining and struggling. A stream of heat gushed out, and the room smelled of urine again.

Cao Miao sizzled and hoarse, imitating the tone of Han Dong's speech, especially the flirtatious taste of under-pumping.

"Old dog, I'm old, and I don't know how to take care of my body." He swung his sword and slid into the crotch of the prisoner. "Say what I want to hear and give you a good time. Otherwise, let you die without a corpse, and be a Taishi Gong. ”

The prisoner convulsed, tears flowed, nodding like a chicken pecking rice, without the courage to resist.

"Start with your collusion with the Shu thieves."