In the afternoon, Qingtao took the prepared medicine, cooked it, and placed it next to Cao Miao's couch.

Cao Miao didn't drink it. When Qingtao went out, he asked Ah Hu to pour the medicine into the jar and quietly send it to Han Dong. Although Ah Hu didn't understand, he was very convinced of Cao Miao, implemented the plan, and found an opportunity to send the medicine over.

Following Cao Miao's instructions, he specially avoided the sight of green peach and red apricot. He cherishes this special trust very much, and he is a little unspeakably proud. Needless to say more about Cao Miao, he himself knows to be careful.

About an hour later, Ah Hu quietly returned, looking angry. He told Cao Miao that Han Dong not only didn't appreciate it, but also suspected that he had poisoned the medicine, forced him to drink two sips, and waited for a while to see that he was fine, so he drank the rest of the medicine.

Cao Miao was not surprised at all. If Han Dong didn't suspect it at all and drank the medicine directly, then it would be called abnormal. Although Ah Hu is clever, he is still too young to know the trick in this.

"How's he hurt?"

"Very badly wounded." Ah Hu said, a trace of unbearability flashed between his eyebrows. "In addition to the ribs, there are also injuries on the back, and it is difficult to turn over."

Cao Miao was surprised. He just hit Han Dong once, his strength was limited, and at most Han Dong would hurt for two days, or break one or two ribs, and there would be no internal injuries. As for the back, it is even more impossible, Han Dong hit the wall horizontally, and it is impossible to be injured in the back, especially it is impossible to see blood.

Ah Hu continued: "It seems that someone else should have injured him. But he wouldn't say, and I didn't dare to ask more. I heard Uncle Song say that the thieves saw blood last night, and the tiles on the wall were dyed red, so they should have been injured a lot. It's just that the thieves disappeared in the front yard, and they didn't dare to go in and investigate. ”

Cao Miao was faintly uneasy in her heart. Han Dong is injured in an unknown way, is someone trying to kill Han Dong, frame me, and frame Yongqiu Palace?

——

It was getting overcast.

Dark clouds roll, like crows gathering. The wind blew more and more tightly, tearing the green trees and green bamboos in the courtyard to and from side to side. Lightning flashed from time to time among the dark clouds, and the thunder came from far and near, one after another, which shocked people's hearts inexplicably.

A heavy rain is coming, and the air is so stuffy that people can't breathe, as if something is blocked in their hearts, and they don't vomit unpleasantly.

Cao Miao was awakened by the thunder, opened her hazy eyes, and looked at the gloomy sky.

"It's dark?"

"No, it's going to rain." Hongxing, who was sitting on the side, turned around and saw that Cao Miao was awake, so she hurriedly got up. "Is the prince hungry, do you want water?"

Cao Miao sat up and yawned again. I have been a human being for two lives, and I haven't slept for such a long time for a long time, and I am a little lazy for a while.

"Where's Ah Hu?"

The smile on Hongxing's face became unnatural. She lowered her head and twisted the strap. "Ah Hu went to practice martial arts. No matter how good Ah Hu is, after all, he still has to join the army, spend some time to boil his muscles and bones, practice martial arts, and live a little longer in the future. ”

Cao Miao glanced at Hongxing, grinned at the corners of her mouth, and couldn't help but want to laugh. Are all children so precocious these years? Before it develops, you know how to compete for favor. He knew that Qingtao and Hongxing had ideas about Ah Hu living in the study, but they didn't pay attention to it.

He has little interest in men, and he is no interested in young girls. Although he is not a moral gentleman, he still has a basic bottom line.

Seeing that Cao Miao had a smile on her face and her expression looked normal, Hongxing plucked up her courage and asked, "Prince, are your legs numb?" The servant will thrash your legs for you. ”

Cao Miao looked at the red apricot with earnest eyes and nodded. Hongxing turned her worries into joy, knelt in front of Cao Miao, rested Cao Miao's legs on her legs, clenched her small fists, and tapped them gently. Her technique is very skillful, not light or heavy, very comfortable, and her legs, which were originally a little numb, itched, quickly came back to life. Cao Miao leaned back on the couch, enjoying the pleasure of decay.

"Is Hongxing your real name?"

"Not really. According to the imperial court system, the slaves and maids in each province were either the children of the prisoners or the children of the offenders. Hongxing hung her head, and her voice was a little low. It's just that it's been too long, and the maid can't remember clearly, I don't know where I'm from, who my parents are, and it has nothing to do with them. The maid is now a person from the Yongqiu Palace, a person from the prince. ”

Cao Miao choked, and didn't know what to say for a while, so he said after a while: "Qingtao too?" ”

"I guess so." Hongxing thought for a while, and said: "But Sister Qingtao has read books and can write poems, which is different from the maidservant." ”

"Qingtao can also compose poems?"

"Don't ask her, the prince won't admit it. The maid also happened to get up at night, listening to her chanting poetry, crying while chanting. It's just that when I asked her the next day, she refused to admit it, and her face changed, saying that the maid was talking in her sleep. ”

"Do you remember any poems she chanted?" Cao Miao yawned.

Hongxing tilted her head and thought about it. "I can't remember, I only know what flowers and what pianos."

Cao Miao didn't ask again, closed her eyes and pretended to sleep. He didn't know much about ancient poetry, but Cao Miao had read a lot of poems before, but in his eagerness, he couldn't remember which one had flowers and pianos in it. Or as Hong Xing said, this is Qingtao's own poem, then he can't guess it.

But what Hongxing said is not useless, at least it shows that Qingtao is not from an ordinary family, maybe she was also a rich child who came to stretch out her hands for clothes and open her mouth for food, but now she has become a slave and maid waiting for people.

According to her age, her family is in the middle of the road, and becoming an official slave should be within seven or eight years, and it will not exceed ten years at most. This year is Zhuge Liang's first Northern Expedition, pushing forward ten years, it is the eve of the Han and Wei Chan Dynasty, there were rebellions in Xudu and Yecheng, which were widely implicated, perhaps Qingtao is the child of one of them.

The political struggle is so cruel, the winner is king, and the loser is the villain. Isn't Cao Zhi such an example? is called the vassal king, but he is actually a prisoner, and he is not as good as a green peach.

The throat of fate must not be strangled in the hands of others.

The red apricot finished beating one leg and switched to the other side. Although she was very careful, she still alarmed Cao Miao, who was distracted. Cao Miao didn't react, but she timidly fell to the ground and pleaded guilty, her movements were skillful, purely instinctive, and her little body trembled a little.

Cao Miao was a little surprised. Before that, he noticed that although the green peach and red apricot were his personal maidservants, they were not close to him, but there were signs of respecting and staying away. Seeing Hongxing like this at this moment, he realized that Cao Miao might have hurt them before.

A madman, what can't he do.

Cao Miao was in trouble for a while. Should I treat green peaches and red apricots as before, so that others don't see the flaws, or should I change them slightly?

After quickly weighing the pros and cons, Cao Miao snorted viciously: "Be careful, or you will be exposed." As he spoke, he lifted his legs. Although Hongxing was scolded, she was relieved, and she was busy pleading, holding Cao Miao's legs in her arms and kneading them carefully.

In the east room, Qingtao stood in front of the window, seeing this scene clearly, and a hint of discoloration flashed in her eyes.