Back in the small courtyard, after dinner, Cao Miao put away her sadness and concentrated on thinking about the situation in front of her.

With his current situation, he is not qualified to worry about the world, and it is imperative to solve his predicament first and get out of this cage-like palace.

If you don't sweep a house, how can you sweep the world. The government is uncertain, how to determine the situation.

"Ah Hu, can you get a strong crossbow without alarming others?"

Ah Hu was stunned for a moment, shook his head violently, and his saliva was thrown out. "The strong crossbows are all registered and used by special people, and they can't be taken out at all, let alone not alarming others."

Cao Miao was not surprised. Although it is possible to carry a sword in this era, the crossbow is a heavy weapon, and it is not something that can be taken casually. It's like the people of the Lighthouse Nation can carry guns, but they can't carry rockets on the streets.

Cao Miao asked Ah Hu to find a way to make something that was not too large in size, but heavy enough, to be able to smash people as the standard, and find a few more ropes. It would be even better if you could find something like a fishing net.

Ah Hu nodded again and again, and turned to go out. Cao Miao stopped him again.

"What do you say when people ask me?"

Ah Hu was stunned for a moment, and then said, "The eldest prince is tired and has already slept. ”

Cao Miao patted Ah Hu on the shoulder as a sign of encouragement.

The child can be taught!

Ah Hu was very excited, turned around and went out. Cao Miao lay on the bed, looking at the dark roof, reflecting on the experience of the past few days, to see where there was room for improvement. In the absence of a script, free play, passionate performances, it is inevitable that there will be omissions.

After thinking about it repeatedly, the school affairs of Han Dong have become an urgent problem to deal with at present.

It's not honest to fall from the house, and you have to provoke it, this thing is really underdrawn.

Thinking of the man with a sword and a sword, like a rooster, Cao Miao couldn't help but want to laugh, and the sporadic records about the school affairs also poured into his mind one by one.

The school has had a great influence in history, has a bad reputation, and has very few records. In addition to offending too many people, the poor background of most of the members is also one of the reasons. They don't have the opportunity to speak for themselves, they can't leave their voice in history, they can only be smeared.

This Han Dong is obviously the same.

He seems to be invincible, but in fact, he is just hiding his inner inferiority.

There are usually two ways to deal with such people: one is respect, the other is crushing, and it is best to have both.

Ah Hu went out for more than half an hour, and brought back a stone, with a regular shape and holes that were easy to grasp, like a stone lock for martial arts training.

"Where did it come from?"

"The school yard has been idle for a long time, and it grows in the grass."

Cao Miao saw the moss on the stone lock and believed that what Ah Hu said was true. He tried the weight, then looked at Ah Hu in surprise. Ah Hu looks thin, but his strength is not small, this stone lock weighs at least forty or fifty pounds, and Ah Hu doesn't feel any difficulty in holding it.

Seeing Cao Miao looking at him, Ah Hu laughed innocently twice. "I've had a lot of strength since I was a child, and the kings call me Erhu." Before the words fell, he realized that he shouldn't mention Cao Zhi, so he quickly closed his mouth and looked at Cao Miao timidly.

Cao Miao smiled, opened the topic, and instructed Ah Hu to climb onto the roof beam, hang the stone lock with a rope, and set up a mechanism to ensure that as soon as the rope head was pulled, the stone lock would whistle down, sweep over the bed, and smash the person standing in front of the bed.

Although the stone is heavy, the house is not high, and it is smashed from the side, so it is not very likely to be killed directly. In order to make sure that something happened, Cao Miao still asked Ah Hu to wrap it in an old cloth and put some weeds in it as a buffer.

Ah Hu is not only strong, but also agile, climbing up and down, like a little monkey, effortlessly.

When Ah Hu was done, Cao Miao asked him again. "Ah Hu, what martial arts have you learned?"

"Fists and feet, knife skills, bows and crossbows, I have learned a little."

"Who taught it?"

"I'm Awn." Ah Hu looked a little proud. "My Ah Weng is the best martial artist in the palace, if he hadn't broken a leg, he wouldn't have stayed in the palace as a guard." He paused, and then said: "When he is drunk, he often talks about Huhou, and my brother and I both say that he may have been Huhou's subordinate. ”

Cao Miao was stunned for a moment, feeling that this name was a little familiar, and then remembered that the tiger marquis was the tiger idiot Xu Chu.

"Is the Tiger Marquis still alive? What is your job? ”

Ah Hu shook his head, indicating that he didn't know. He had been in the palace for as long as he could remember, and knew very little about the outside world.

Cao Miao looked at Ah Hu who was squatting in front of him, and suddenly felt that Ah Hu's eyes were a little strange. He took a closer look, only to find that Ah Hu's pupils were not black or brown, but obvious turquoise. He looked at Ah Hu again and found that Ah Hu's complexion was also relatively white, even whiter than green peaches and red apricots.

"Is your grandmother a Hu person?" Cao Miao pointed to Ah Hu's eyes.

"Not really." Ah Hu was a little annoyed, but because of Cao Miao's identity, he didn't dare to attack. "My brother is not like this, he is the same as everyone else, he has black eyes, I am just a little different. ...... year The king of the city back then was not a yellow beard? ”

Cao Miao smiled and didn't say anything more. He knew that the Hanhu mix had been a thing for a long time. As a race, the Xianbei people later disappeared from history, not to disappear, but to integrate into the Chinese bloodline.

It is really possible that Cao Zhang, the king of Rencheng, mentioned by Ah Hu, has Xianbei blood, and Cao Zhang's mother, that is, Cao Miao's grandmother, Empress Dowager Bian, is a native of Langya. There are many Xianbei people who have migrated inward in the Langya area, and Empress Dowager Bian's family is likely to have the genes of the Xianbei people.

But no one will admit it at this time. After all, Xianbei is a barbarian, and an enemy, despised by the Han people.

After arranging everything and instructing Ah Hu a few more words, Cao Miao asked Ah Hu to go to the study outside to rest, adjusted his breath in the room, and practiced two times before blowing out the lights and going to bed.

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There was a soft "click", the door was pushed open, and someone walked in.

The steps were light, but the wooden planks in the room still inevitably made a sound that was especially clear in the silence of the room.

Cao Miao, who was pranayama and practicing qi, quietly opened his eyes, clenched his fists quietly, and slowly let go, repeating several times, adjusting his body to a state of readiness, ready to attack at any time.

The room was very dark, and he couldn't see his fingers in the tent, so even if the other party was wearing night vision goggles, he couldn't see his face clearly.

The man stood at the door for a while, and when his eyes adjusted to the light, he slowly came to the bed by the faint light in the window, stood still in front of the bed, gently opened the curtain with the long sword in his hand, and chuckled lightly.

There is no need to speak, that kind of thick pretense reveals his identity, it is Han Dong.

"Murder in a dream? You're going to kill me. Sizzle-" Maybe it was because of the wound, Han Dong took a breath of cold air, his breath was a little chaotic, and the momentum he pretended to be shaky.