"What's going on?"

Seeing the aggrieved grandson Cao Shuo, Cao Song walked quickly to the side of the bed, helped Cao Shuo up with great concern, and looked around with cold eyes, as if to blame.

Call...

Cao Shuo finally took a breath, before crossing over, he was proficient in this period of history, and he had an in-depth study of Cao Cao's family.

The Cao family has a tradition, that is, "next-generation relatives", Cao Cao and his grandfather Cao Teng are like this, and when they go to Cao Shuo and his grandfather Cao Song, it is no exception...

Just thought of this.

"Bastard, what are you doing?" Cao Song shouted out in one sentence, full of anger... Obviously, the patriarch of the Cao family was angry... Sun Er is the meat of his heart, how can he allow his subordinates to do anything to Cao Shuo?

"The old man is angry..."Doctor Zhao seemed to be cowardly, looking respectful, "It's that the second son doesn't drink medicine, and he also knocks over porcelain and teacups... There was such a big commotion, which alarmed the master. ”

Not... Is that so?

Cao Song's anger was reduced by a point, and when he thought of his grandson Cao Shuo's body always being sick and sick all these years, he was too busy with government and politics to take care of it, and he couldn't help but show a touch of sadness between his eyebrows...

took care of Shuo'er, thanks to the virtuous daughter-in-law Ding Hui and Doctor Zhao.

"Shuo'er." Cao Song turned around and spoke seriously. "If you are sick, you have to take medicine, your father is not in Luoyang, you have to listen to your mother and Doctor Zhao." As he spoke, he took the medicinal tea handed by Doctor Zhao and handed it to Cao Shuo's mouth. "Doctor Zhao's medical skills are famous far and wide, and there is no disease in this world that he can't cure. Come, Shuo'er, Grandpa fed you medicine, and after drinking the medicine, your body will be fine, and Grandpa will take you to the suburbs to play. ”

The tone is gentle... A pair of eyes are incomparably kind, and the Cao family's "next-generation relatives" are not the same as other families... This is the ancestral teaching, the last words of the ancestors.

Back then, when Cao Cao's grandfather Cao Teng was dying, one of the four last words left behind was such a - having more children, and prospering the Cao family's incense... Cao Song is like a god... Of course, because his level is not high, his ability is limited, and he has more children, the heavy responsibility of Wangcao's incense fell on Cao Cao, and even... In the future, Cao Ang and Cao Shuo will also have a heavy burden!

Cao Song's words fell, everyone's eyes were focused on Cao Shuo's body, and the big guy pondered, the old man has spoken like this, even if Cao Shuo is no longer sensible, he should drink medicine, right?

I didn't think about it, I shook my head... Cao Shuo shook his head again and again.

"Grandpa, this medicine is too bitter, it's more bitter than ever..."Cao Shuo's voice trembled, and he almost used up his remaining strength to overturn the tea cup and porcelain before... Now his face is pale, and his voice is as thin as a gossamer... But he was still blinking desperately, as if he was signaling something to Cao Song.

"What's too bitter?" Doctor Zhao hurriedly explained. "As usual medicines, they are generally bitter... Good medicine is bitter. The tone is coherent, but the heart is a little empty, this medicinal tea has added a little more "cold food powder" measurement, but "cold food powder" as a chronic poison, colorless and tasteless, where will it be bitter? This son is clearly a deception.

"That's it." Cao Song was very patient with his grandson, his tone was gentle, and he persuaded slowly. "If you are sick, you have to be cured, how can you not take medicine to cure the disease? How can medicine not be bitter? ”

"Grandpa, it's really bitter... The grandson didn't want to drink. Cao Shuo muttered a small mouth, with a bit of childishness and willfulness in his words, six years old is the age of the child!

Not... Cao Song had a wisp of beard, and his face was a little closer to his grandson Cao Shuo, looking patiently inquiring. "That's it, grandpa taste it first, if it's not bitter, Shuo'er will drink it again?" His words were originally a coaxing child's tone... Back then, Cao Teng also coaxed Cao Cao to drink medicine like this.

I didn't think about it, just blurted out, Doctor Zhao's voice came out immediately. "No... No way. The tone became stumbling, Mrs. Ding instructed to poison Cao Shuo, but... Really let the old man drink this medicinal tea? If there is a mistake, he can't afford it!

"It's... This... This medicine is for the second son's illness, how can he... Can you make the old man drink it? ”

Between words, I stumbled a few times, and I seemed a little weak...

"It's okay!" Cao Song smiled slightly, and stretched out his hand to signal that Divine Doctor Zhao didn't need to say anything. "Just Yishuo'er, Grandpa will take a sip first, and Shuo'er will take another sip!" Children, they have to be coaxed, for Cao Song, who is a "relative of the next generation", as long as he can let his grandson drink medicine, all the rules and etiquette can be put down.

"Okay, I'll listen to Grandpa." Cao Shuo finally nodded... The small mouth is grinning, and a row of white teeth is exposed, which is considered to be agreed, but in my heart I am thinking that I will finally wait for your words.

The reason why Cao Song wants to try the tea... It is because Cao Shuo, who is familiar with this history, knows that all the powerful people in the Han Dynasty have the habit of testing poison with silver needles! Cao Song, who was one of the "Great Honglu" and "Da Si Nong"... No exception!

At this time, Cao Song smiled again, and the willfulness of his grandson Cao Shuo reminded him of his son Cao Cao... Six-year-old Cao Cao, in front of his grandfather Cao Teng, isn't he so willful? At this moment, the mood of his late father Cao Teng... Cao Song seemed to be able to understand a little.

Lift the teacup and bring it to your lips... Cao Song was about to take a sip.

"Sir." But at this moment, the old servant next to him hurriedly grabbed Cao Song's arm... This old servant was thoughtful, and he noticed that Cao Shuo had just mentioned the word "irrigation", and a medical officer dared to pour a son's tea, which was very abnormal. Coupled with Doctor Zhao's panicked expression when he explained, the old servant looked for something.

"How?" Cao Song looked back at the old servant, this old servant has followed him for many years, and he has always been reliable and cautious? Why did he shout to stop?

But I saw the old servant arching over, taking out a silver needle from his arms, and a hoarse word came out one after another. "Although the old man is no longer a big Sinon, he is still the patriarch of the Cao family and the Xiahou family, and the tea he eats must be tried with a silver needle."

As the old servant said, and as Cao Shuo expected...

During the hundreds of years of the Han Dynasty, there were many emperors and ministers who were poisoned. In the family gate valve, especially among the noble, subtly, the habit of testing drugs with silver needles has been formed. Cao Song, the former great Sinong and the patriarch of the Cao family and the Xiahou family, is naturally no exception.

"Then try it with a silver needle." Cao Song nodded. "Hurry up, don't delay my grandson's medicine."

This sentence blurted out..."Hmm", Doctor Zhao's face became as white as paper, and the "Cold Food Powder" he added to the medicinal tea, although it is colorless and tasteless, is also a kind of chronic poison... Even if it is not very toxic, it can be tested out... What's more, this one also specially added a dose.

But... Now, he... There is nothing he can do, if he forcibly stops him... Doesn't it taste like it's self-confessing?

Just thought of this.

"Master...", a hoarse but hurried voice sounded especially loudly.

The voice was made by the old servant, and his hands were trembling... The two fingers that pinched the silver needle shook the most violently, and along the direction of his fingers, the needle of the silver needle turned purple and black, not the richest black, but it could also show that this cup of medicinal tea was poisonous.

"What?"

In an instant, the atmosphere in the entire loft became extremely cold.

Cao Song's hands were trembling when he picked up the teacup, and the medicinal tea couldn't stop overflowing, oh my God... Anyone dares to be in Cao Mansion? Dare to be under his nose? Murdering his grandson in his heart... This is eating the bear's heart leopard gall!

Cao Song's eyes were round and huge, and he just wanted to speak...

Cao Shuo's thin voice came again. "Grandpa, why don't you drink it? Isn't it bitter? Doctor Zhao always said that good medicine is bitter, but his grandson has been drinking this bitter medicine for a long time, but he finds that he has less and less strength... Is it the bitter medicine that Doctor Zhao said, isn't this sentence right? ”

Call... This... Doctor Zhao!

The anger in Cao Song's eyes was about to burst out... That's right, it was Doctor Zhao who decocted the medicine, and it was also Doctor Zhao who was responsible for Cao Shuo's condition over the years... The deterioration of the grandson's body is such a reason, negligent... I was careless, and I almost made a big mistake.

For a while, Cao Song felt sorry for his grandson Cao Shuo. Oh, yes... Over the years, he has focused all his energy on the official position of Dasi Nong, on the relationship between his son Cao Cao's career, and on educating his eldest grandson Cao Ang, but... ignored the six-year-old Shuo'er, and even, made Shuo'er sick for several years... And the initiator of all this turned out to be... Is it a medical officer hired by Cao Fu, a wonderful hand to rejuvenate, famous in Kyoto - Zhao Shen Doctor?

Sure enough, internal defense, external defense, house thieves are difficult to prevent!

Guilt, self-blame, shame... These emotions turned into guilt for Cao Shuo and incomparable hatred for Doctor Zhao, the mastermind behind the scenes.

"Shuo'er is right, good medicine may not be bitter, let's not drink this bitter medicine in the future."

Cao Song patted Cao Shuo's back with great guilt and was relieved.

But at this moment, Cao Shuo seemed to have exhausted his last bit of strength and fainted... He knocked over the teacup again, overturned the porcelain again, and he was already poisoned... It's all about supporting my body with a lot of perseverance... Now, a turning point has appeared, the catastrophe of early death has passed, and the tense mood has relaxed a lot at once... I fainted directly.

"Grandson, grandson..."Cao Song's brows tightened.

Doctor Zhao subconsciously approached a few steps in the past, as if he wanted to diagnose the pulse...

"Get out!" , never thought that Cao Song would kick Doctor Zhao's chest regardless of his image, and at the same time, his eyes became cold.

He first commanded loudly: "Go and invite Langzhong, no... Go get a doctor! I have an old relationship with Dr. Zhang, so I went to ask Dr. Zhang to see a doctor for my grandson! ”

As soon as the words fell, a few servants hurried away!

Cao Song took a long breath and hugged Cao Shuo tightly, his eyes full of guilt... One breath, two breaths... For half an hour, his eyes suddenly lifted, and a hint of solemnity flashed in his eyes...

"Ah Cai."

Ah Cai is the old servant of Cao Song's henchman, and he gave it up. "Master...", his eyes immediately glanced at Doctor Zhao... has followed Cao Song for many years, how could he not know what the master meant.

"No trace." Cao Song gently spit out these five words, Cao Song, who once served as the captain of Sili and was in charge of the security of the imperial city... If you really want to be ruthless, you can make a person disappear out of thin air.

"The old slave understands." Ah Cai agreed, a look... A henchman set up Doctor Zhao and pulled him down.

"Sir... Sir, it's not me, it's not me—" There was a bitter plea in the attic.

Ah Cai also took the initiative to retreat... Before Doctor Zhao disappears, he has to be interrogated in detail! He has no grudge against Cao Shuo? And by whom did he instruct him?

……

Call... Call...

While exhaling a long breath, while holding his grandson Cao Shuo, Cao Song's eyes kept staring at his grandson, as if he was thinking about something... Finally, he spoke. The tone became a lot calmer. "All the servants around Shuo'er have been replaced, and in the future, Shuo'er will be the same as Ang'er, and the old man will take care of it personally!"

Half-asleep, in a trance, Cao Shuo seemed to hear these words...

On his pale cheeks, the corners of his mouth grinned slightly, Cao Shuo, who died early in history, finally survived his first catastrophe...

As the saying goes, the phoenix is nirvana, reborn after the catastrophe? The Cao family, another new star, is rising.

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