Cao Miao's small life is comfortable and leisurely.

Cao Zhi never returned home, not even Xiu Mu. Listening to Sun Hao, the Son of Heaven trusted him a lot, and he kept rewarding him, even rewarding several sets of clothes, and arranging a few palace maids to wait for his daily life, not too moisturizing.

Cao Zhi was also very busy, and in addition to receiving visitors with Mrs. Chen, he recently added another content: studying Confucian classics with Sun Yong.

Sun Yong entered the mansion as a Xixi seat and quickly adapted to his identity. In the morning, the guards in the temple read and write, and in the afternoon, they either write articles in the house, annotate the Analects, or receive visiting colleagues, and in the evening they meditate in the house. It's hard to say whether you can become an immortal, but your complexion is getting better day by day.

At Cao Miao's suggestion, Sun Yong read the Futu Sutra and planned to go to the White Horse Temple in the west of the city to ask.

Among the growing number of visitors, very few visited Cao Miao, and the courtyard was so quiet that it was even a little deserted, as if it had been forgotten. Even the occasional visitors came to compete with Ah Hu, not Cao Miao.

The story of Cao Miao's pursuit and killing of Wang Ji has spread throughout Luo's body, and no one knows about it, but Wang Ji was buried alive and died without a corpse, but everyone knows about it. No one wants to provoke this crazy and vicious prince, anyway, in his case, the best achievement in the future is to inherit the title, be a crazy prince, spend his life without worrying about food and clothing, and have negligible influence in the court.

Cao Miao was forgotten intentionally or unintentionally, in this Luoyang City.

Cao Miao enjoys this life very much. He didn't want to attract attention, but preferred to hide in the dark, quietly observe others, figure out their psychology, analyze their weaknesses, and wait for the opportunity to hunt.

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Cangji arched his hands, standing in the autumn sun, the cloth on his body wet and dry, dry and wet.

His face was flushed with tan, but he didn't feel a bit of heat, only a deep chill.

The door of the courtyard on the west side was closed, and there was a faint sound of laughter mixed with the exaggerated screams of women. Occasionally, slaves and maids carry all kinds of boxes in and out of the courtyard, but no one is looking at the warehouse, and there is only disdain in the eyes that occasionally sweep over.

As for Lao Song and the others, I don't know how much spit they spit on Cangji.

Footsteps sounded, and the group walked over, and saw Cangji standing outside the door, and the first person stopped and looked at Cangji.

"Foot?"

Cangji looked up and saw a young man standing in front of him, about seven feet five inches tall, handsome, with bright eyes, although he was not powdered, his complexion was extremely white. A faint short beard on his lips is a little more calm.

"In the Lower East Wuyang Cangji, dare to ask the name of the Foot Honor."

"Xiahou Ji of the county." Xiahou Ji returned the salute, and looked at Cangji with a little more disdain in his eyes. Of course he knew Cangji, and he also knew the panic in Cangji's heart at the moment. After Wang Ji was killed, as Wang Ji's minions, the fate of Cangji can be imagined. Standing here and pleading with Cao Miao was one of his few options, although it was useless.

When Cangji heard Xiahou Ji's name, he suddenly woke up. This is Xiahou Yuan's eldest grandson, who is a rare talent in the clan, and has a good reputation in Shilin. More importantly, this person, like his fourth uncle Xiahou Wei, is quite chivalrous.

Without much thought, Cangji knelt down, kowtowed again and again, and begged bitterly.

Xiahou Ji frowned, pondered for a moment, asked Cangji to get up, and waited on the side. He stepped forward to report that Lao Song knew that he was Cao Miao's friend, so he didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly ordered someone to open the door.

Cao Miao is playing with Qingtao and others under the corridor. It was too hot, and everyone was dressed coolly. Cao Miao was shirtless and only wore a pair of silk knee-length shorts, and Qingtao, Zhishu and others only wore a single cloth shirt where they could faintly see the bandeau and shorts. Xiahou Ji walked in suddenly, somewhat embarrassed.

However, knowing the book and being picturesque is an orchid, she doesn't mind this, but deliberately adjusts her posture to show her delicate figure more perfectly. Only Qingtao was embarrassed and got up and hid in the inner room.

Cao Miao shook the fan. "On this hot day, you don't stay in the house, what are you doing here?"

"I've seen Changsi (Cao Zhao)."

"Oh? What did he say? ”

Xiahou Ji shook his head. "Da Sima returned to Beijing to recuperate, and he wanted to be filial piety in front of the bed, and I was afraid that I wouldn't have time to meet you for a while. In addition, the palace is also very concerned about Da Sima's condition, and every now and then he sends the imperial doctor to ask about the disease, and he can't leave for a long time. ”

Cao Miao understood. Cao Zhao didn't like him and didn't want to meet him. However, this is also understandable, Cao Zhao is not an ordinary sect child, he, like Cao Shuang, is a close confidant of Cao Rong, the Son of Heaven, and is even more favored than Cao Shuang. Some people even say that Cao Zhao and Cao Ei are good friends.

With the emperor's support, Cao Zhao certainly won't have any worries.

"However, Desi would like to meet you, I don't know what convenience you have?"

"Desi?"

"Changsi's younger brother, the second son of Da Sima." Xiahou Ji explained: "He is born with divine power and extraordinary martial arts. I heard that there are masters around you, and I want to come and see them. ”

Cao Miao was a little surprised. There was no mention of this man in the information he had seen. However, he is born with divine power and extraordinary martial arts, so he is a usable person, so he can naturally see it. It would also be good if we could train a fierce general for Dawei.

After getting Cao Miao's consent, and seeing that Cao Miao didn't mind Cao Zhao's rejection, Xiahou Ji finally breathed a sigh of relief, said a few words of gossip, and pretended to inadvertently mention the warehouse Ji standing outside the door.

Of course, Cao Miao knew that Cangji was outside the door, but he just hadn't figured out what to do with this person. Hearing Xiahou Ji mention it, he asked, "Do you have any good suggestions?" ”

Xiahou Ji said: "Cangji was instructed by someone to hire a murderer, and his natural crime is unforgivable. It's just that killing people is not too much, Yun Liang wants to kill him, just give him a knife, there is no need to go to such great lengths. When people saw it, they thought that Yun had a narrow conscience, deliberately humiliated the weak, and tarnished his reputation. ”

Cao Miao grinned. "Don't say that, I'm a narrow-minded person, and I just deliberately humiliated him. You don't know that he framed my father back then, causing my father to be imprisoned in Yecheng for several months, and every day may be the last. I've only been tossing him for a few days, and he can't stand it anymore? ”

Xiahou Ji regretted it a little. It makes no sense to talk to Cao Miao about this.

"Yunliang, Dapeng doesn't compete with the snake for food, the tiger doesn't fight with the dog, and now the imperial uncle is valued by His Majesty, and he swept away the previous humiliation, why do you have to surrender your identity and worry about a villain like Cangji."

Cao Miao pondered for a moment. "Okay, I'll give you a face, don't worry about him. However, he wanted to write a letter of repentance, and tell the truth about how he colluded with Wang Ji to frame my father. You tell him that Wang Ji has made it very clear before he dies, and if he wants to hide it, don't blame me for not giving him a chance. ”