After a while, Ah Hu came back, looking excited. He told Cao Miao that Han Dong was injured and was resting in bed. Where the specific injury is and how it was injured, Han Dong doesn't say, and no one knows.

Some people say that Han Dong was injured by Cao Miao, but Han Dong flatly denied it. The last time he fell off the roof, he was sure that his foot slipped and he slipped it.

"It's a shame." Ah Hu laughed out loud. "The prison officials and the defense assistants did not like him, saying that he was born lowly, mercenary, always doing unsightly things, and he would definitely die in the future. Hehe, he's lying on the bed like a dead dog now, and he doesn't even have a waiter. ”

Cao Miao was surprised. He knew that the school was not welcome, but he didn't expect that the reputation would be so bad. But it's normal to think about it, spies are always disgusting, and this is the case with the Jinyi Guards of later generations.

Cao Miao thought for a while, got up and said, "Let's go, let's go see him." ”

"Why look at him?" Ah Hu was puzzled and looked reluctant. "It's good if he's dead."

"Let's see if he can be arrogant."

Ah Hu was in the middle of it, turned his anger into joy, and happily followed Cao Miao out of the door. Outside the gate of the courtyard, there were two old guards guarding, and when they saw Cao Miao coming out, they were at a loss, and after hesitating for a moment, they stepped forward to salute.

Cao Miao ignored them. It's not that he doesn't want to respect the old and love the young, it's really that there is a difference between the noble and the low in this era, and Cao Miao never looked at these old pawns with his eyes in the past. It would be abrupt for him to suddenly change his habits.

The Yongqiu Mansion is divided into three districts, Cao Miao lives in the northernmost courtyard of the western district, and the south is the dormitory of the auxiliary officials, there is a wall between the two, there is a door on the wall, guarded by two auxiliary officials.

The defense auxiliary officials are commanded by the superintendent of the state, and their nominal task is to assist and protect the father and son of the king of Yongqiu, but in fact they are to monitor and control. Prior to this, Cao Miao had never crossed paths with the defense assistants. He had no interest in associating with the guards, nor did the guards spy on a madman. Even if Cao Miao said something out of the ordinary, it would be pointless to report it.

Everyone knew that His Majesty the Emperor was worried about Cao Zhi, not a madman.

Seeing Cao Miao coming over, the guards guarding the door were also surprised. A defense assistant officer who was about forty years old greeted him, pressed the knife ring on his waist with one hand, and stretched forward with the other hand to stop Cao Miao from moving forward, tilting his head slightly, and looking at Cao Miao with his nostrils.

"Stop! What does the eldest prince want? ”

"Kill!" Cao Miao said expressionlessly, his feet did not stop, and he continued to move forward, his chest collided with the palm of the anti-auxiliary officer's outstretched hand, and he stumbled and sat on the ground. His eyes widened, and he lay down on the ground, holding his head and shouting: "Someone wants to hurt me—someone wants to hurt me—"

The defense assistant's eyes widened, and he looked at his hands in disbelief, and then at Cao Miao, who was rolling on the ground, flustered. Cao Miao is a prince after all, if he is really injured, he will definitely be unlucky, and the symbolic punishment will not be able to escape.

However, I obviously didn't use my strength.

Ah Hu was also startled, and hurriedly went to help Cao Miao, Cao Miao squeezed his eyes at Ah Hu while struggling, and continued to shout. Ah Hu instantly understood, pulled out the long knife at his waist, pointed directly at the spinning assistant, and shouted: "You are so bold that you dare to attack the eldest prince." As he spoke, he swung his knife and pounced, and at the same time shouted to the two old soldiers who rushed over: "Uncle Song, Uncle Bai, quickly warn the king, someone is attacking the prince." ”

Seeing this, one of the old pawns rushed over to help Cao Miao, and the other ran back to ring the gong to warn.

The piercing sound of gongs sounded, and there was chaos in the palace.

The defense assistant shouted in a hurry, but was slashed by Ah Hu several times in a row, and he couldn't get out. When he pulled out the long knife at his waist and forced Ah Hu back, a team of palace guards had already arrived and surrounded him.

Many defense assistants rushed over, armed with swords, shields, and spears, and confronted the palace guards. Although the number of palace guards is slightly larger, the defense assistants are all young and strong, and at first glance, they can fight better than the old, weak, sick and disabled palace guards, and they snatched back their comrades who were in trouble.

Cao Miao clutched her chest, rolled her eyes, and gasped for breath, as if she was going to die in the next moment. Seeing his appearance, the guards were afraid that something would be bad, so they did not dare to let the auxiliary officials leave, and the two sides were at a stalemate until the prisoner came in a hurry.

"What's going on?" The prisoner shouted loudly, his face pale.

Last time, it was far away, and there was a leather curtain to cover it, and Cao Miao didn't see the face of the prisoner clearly. This close encounter, he can see clearly. The prisoner of the state is about fifty years old, with a crown on his head, wearing an official uniform, wearing a seal on his waist, with upright facial features and fair skin, surrounded by several defense assistants, and majestic. It's just that he is too thin, his eye bags are big, his nasolabial folds are like knife carvings, and his face is gloomy, not like a good person.

What's more, his face was swollen, his face was obviously asymmetrical, and there was a noticeable bruise on his forehead.

Ah Hu stepped forward, knelt on the ground, kowtowed again and again, and burst into tears. "Those who dare to tell. The eldest prince once had a quarrel with Han Xiaoshi, and when he heard that Han Xiaoshi was injured, he wanted to visit. Unexpectedly, this person was not only not allowed, but also injured people. The eldest prince has been sick for so long and his body is weak, if there is a good one, how can we be worthy of the king's entrustment. Please also ask the confessor to call the shots. ”

Cao Miao saw it in her eyes and secretly praised herself. This is God's acting skills, and I am ashamed of myself.

The confessor parted the crowd, lowered his head, and looked at Cao Miao.

Cao Miao didn't look at him either, just stroked his chest with one hand and inhaled, and pointed at the assistant who was so anxious that his face was red and white for a while, and hissed: "Kill ...... Kill him, I'm going to kill him! ”

At the beginning of his career, he played many small roles, and he never was perfunctory because of the small role. At this moment, the performance can be described as familiar with the road, and it is easy to come by, and it is not inferior to Ah Hu.

The confessor looked at it for a moment, didn't see any flaws, turned around and shouted: "Since you know that the eldest prince has been sick and weak for a long time, why don't you let him rest in the courtyard and have to come out and walk around?" Fortunately, you didn't suffer any serious injuries, otherwise how would you explain to the king? Hurry back and ask the doctor to come and see it, don't delay. ”

"I'm ......" The palace guards opened their mouths to speak, but they were glared at by the prisoners, who were short of breath, closed their mouths, lowered their heads, and didn't even have the courage to look at the confessors, so they turned around and ordered someone to carry Cao Miao back to the hospital.

The anti-auxiliary officer who caused trouble was relieved, glanced at the prisoner gratefully, and bowed to salute.

Cao Miao sighed secretly while pretending to be a seriously wounded person.

This Yongqiu Mansion is really home, and it was crushed to death by a prisoner, and he didn't even have the courage to refute. His father hasn't shown up until now, and it's really embarrassing to be a prince to do this.

Lao Cao's coffin board really couldn't be suppressed.

Back in the small courtyard, Qingtao prepared a couch under the corridor and placed Cao Miao on the couch. Cao Miao shouted without a word, but no one among the old guards was willing to pay attention to him, so they all found an excuse to slip away, leaving only Ah Hu, Qingtao, and Hongxing.

After a while, Cao Zhi came with two healers, and the smile on his face was very reluctant. The doctor examined Cao Miao's body, but could not find the cause, so he had to draw up a prescription for treating bruises, so that Cao Miao could rest and regulate his body.

After the doctor retreated, Cao Zhi asked again: "Brother, what's going on, why did you have a conflict with the prisoner?" ”

Without an audience, Cao Miao had no motivation to continue performing, and said in a deep voice: "What is the surname of the confessor, and where is the name?" ”

Cao Zhi lowered his head. "Brother, the one who oversees the country is the edict of the Son of Heaven, and he can't afford to provoke him. Besides, at present, the rumors of the Jingshi are blazing, and the father is difficult to argue, so it is really not appropriate to have many things. In case ......" he paused, his expression gloomy. "Although Yongqiu is barren, it is better than Yecheng after all."

Cao Miao looked at Cao Zhi in surprise. Cao Zhiyang begged: "In the past few days, you can rest in the courtyard and don't go out for the time being, okay?" ”

Cao Miao didn't say anything. This brother can't do it, so it's cowardly? Although Cao Zhi is good at learning and martial arts, his personality is naturally cowardly, and it is really unrealistic to hope that he will rise up and confront the prisoners of the state - or even the emperor.

Cao Zhi sat for a while, and saw that Cao Miao's breath was stable, not like he was seriously injured, so he was relieved and got up to tell him.

Cao Miao lay under the porch, alone.

The sky is blue, the sun is shining, and the white clouds float quietly in the air, changing shapes. The bamboo trees in the courtyard swayed and rustled in the wind.

It's a good time to take a nap. Cao Miao thought, opened her mouth wide, yawned, and closed her eyes.