When Cao Zhao arrived at Yongqiu Mansion, Cao Miao had already slept, and slept soundly.

Cao Zhao waited in the hall of the main courtyard for a long time, chatted with Cao Zhi without saying anything, and yawned several times before receiving a message from Cao Miao.

Cao Miao didn't say whether to go or not, but asked where the money was and when the five hundred and seventy gold that Cao Su lost to him would be delivered.

Cao Zhao was taken aback, only then did he know why Cao Su gave Cao Miao so much money, and it was only at this time that he knew that Cao Su lost to Ah Hu in a fight. At first, he didn't believe it. Cao Su has fought countless battles with people, and he has hardly ever lost. As for losing fifty-seven times in a row and not winning one, this kind of thing was even more unheard of, until Cao Zhi told him that this matter was true, and many people in the mansion saw it with their own eyes, and the guards around Cao Su could also testify.

Cao Zhao couldn't cry or laugh, and immediately sent someone back to the house, picked up Cao Su, and brought six hundred gold with him.

Although six hundred gold is not a small amount, it can still be taken by the Great Sima Mansion. During the time when Cao Xiu returned to Luoyang, the palace sent people to express condolences and sent a large amount of gold silk.

At dawn, Cao Su came, with six hundred yellow and clear gold cakes, and put them in Cao Miao's yard, and under the light of the morning sun, it dazzled everyone's eyes, and even the air was full of the smell of money.

Cao Su stood beside Cao Zhao awkwardly, not even daring to raise his head. He glanced at Ah Hu, who was practicing martial arts on the side, and saw that Ah Hu was naked, beaten by two orchids with thick wooden sticks, and was so curious that he couldn't help but ask Cao Miao a question.

"Did he make a mistake?"

Cao Miao shook her head. "If you want to hit someone, you must be beaten first. If you don't get beaten, how can you become a real master. ”

Cao Su suddenly realized. He understood why he lost to Ah Hu, and why Cao Miao asked him if he had been beaten that day. The reason why he is not a real master is because he has not been beaten, and this lesson must be made up.

After counting the money, letting the green peaches and red apricots be collected, and reading Cao Rong's edict, Cao Miao followed the Cao Zhao brothers and rushed to the Da Sima Mansion.

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When Cao Miao and the others arrived at the Great Sima Mansion, the imperial physician sent by the palace had already arrived.

The chief physician was Zhang Deng, who once diagnosed Cao Miao. It was him, who swore to Cao Rong that Cao Miao was not only sick, but also very sick, but he didn't know it. The best way to deal with this kind of patient is to coax him, to follow his wishes, to say that he is not sick, that he is fine, and that he must not be called crazy.

You say he's not crazy, and he might still be sober. If you say he's crazy, he's probably really crazy, and he can't be cured.

Seeing Cao Miao, Zhang Deng was very polite, and he bowed his hand from afar, in awe.

Cao Miao bowed his head, although the etiquette was sloppy, his attitude was still sincere. The two imperial doctors who followed Zhang Deng took a look and felt that Zhang Deng's previous reminder was correct, this crazy prince was sick and didn't know it, and when he was awake, he was no different from a normal person.

"Imperial Doctor Zhang, today we will cooperate, I will cure the heart, and you will cure the body."

"Alas, alas." Zhang Deng agreed repeatedly. He wasn't worried, the palace sent so many imperial doctors, and they all said that Cao Xiu was not cured, and he was sent today, but it was a routine matter. There is merit in curing, and there is no fault in curing it.

After all, he is a professional doctor, and he also knows that what Cao Miao said is not completely unreasonable, the root of Cao Xiu's illness is in his heart, and the carbuncle on his back is caused by the depression in his heart. It really solves the heart disease, and the rest is easy to say.

Cao Zhao greeted him and asked Cao Miao if there was anything she needed to prepare. Generally speaking, whether it is a Taoist or a shaman, there are always some rituals to cure diseases and save people, but the teachers are different, and the rituals are also different. For example, Cao Miao himself took a bath in the courtyard.

"No, you don't." Cao Miao waved his hand, calmly. "The immortal method passed down by Emperor Wu is different, he cares about one heart and is not limited by the situation."

Cao Zhao nodded helplessly. Well, whatever you say is what it is.

Cao Miao went to the hall, walked to the door of the bedroom, and raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose. The smell in the bedroom was so touching. The smell of sweat, blood, and pus, mixed together, suffocated. Not to mention the sick, good people have to be smoked to death.

"Open all the doors and windows." Cao Miao said.

"My father is too weak to take the wind." Cao Zhao felt that he was not confident enough, and then he carried Zhang Deng and others and said: "The imperial doctor in the palace also said so. ”

Cao Miao glanced at Zhang Deng in surprise, and when she saw Zhang Deng and the others nodding again and again, she couldn't help but have doubts about their medical skills. What kind of bullshit is this? Cao Xiu's illness can't be stuffy like this, right?

"Then do you listen to me, or do you listen to them?"

"Uh......" Cao Zhao looked at Zhang Deng. Zhang Deng hurriedly surrendered his hand. "Listen to the prince, listen to the prince."

Cao Zhao didn't dare to slack off, and asked people to open all the doors and windows. Cao Miao asked people to go in and fan violently to promote air circulation. Taking this opportunity, he stood at the door, glanced in, and vaguely saw a scrawny figure, lying motionless on the bed, and I didn't know if he had lost his breath, he couldn't help but smack his lips, feeling a little hanging.

"You immediately ask the kitchen to prepare a little food, preferably porridge, with some lean meat in it, not too much, just a little. Also, are there any medicinal herbs in the house that replenish qi and refresh the mind? Put a little bit in it too, again not too much. I'll go in later and have a few words with Da Sima. If Da Sima wants to eat, maybe there is still a chance, so you can send it in quickly. If he doesn't want to eat, then I can't help it, so you can prepare for the future. ”

Cao Zhao looked at Cao Miao with a calm face, and wanted to punch him in the face. I spent so much energy to go to the palace to ask for a decree, and I paid 600 gold, so it was easy to invite you over, you just go in and say a few words, okay, if not, let me do the funeral?

Did you talk like that?

Cao Miao looked at Cao Zhao and blinked. "Are you trying to hit me?"

Cao Zhao was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said, "Yunliang, why do you say this?" ”

"And what are you doing with your fists?"

Cao Zhao looked down, only to find that his fists were clenched tightly, and his nails were about to be cut into his palms, and the pain was terrible. He quickly let go of his hand and laughed alongside. "Nervous, nervous. Yunliang, you go in, I will arrange for someone to prepare, the porridge is ready-made, there are various styles, more than a dozen, but I don't eat a bite. ”

"So much porridge?" Cao Miao laughed. "Da Sima Mansion is Da Sima Mansion, even the porridge has so many tricks. Well, I haven't had breakfast yet, so why don't you have someone bring some first? ”

Cao Zhao resisted the urge to scold and sent someone to arrange. After a short time, a group of slaves and maids brought porridge, and there were really a lot of tricks, and there were always twenty kinds of small ones. Cao Miao looked at it, and finally chose a bowl of fragrant yokan, holding a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other, entered the house, sat in front of Cao Xiu, and looked at Cao Xiu with a smile while drinking the soup.

Cao Zhao and the others stood outside the door, looking at Cao Miao with blank eyes, and they didn't even dare to come out. Cao Miao didn't speak until she finished drinking a bowl of yokan, and then she shouted unsatisfied: "This soup is good, another bowl." ”

Cao Zhao and the others outside the door couldn't help it, and Cao Xiu, who was lying on the hospital bed, couldn't help it, raised his head, and glanced at Cao Miao. "Shaft, are you here to heal, or are you here to eat?"