Cao Chong, the son of Cao Cao and Mrs. Huan. Smart and benevolent since childhood, different, deeply loved by Cao Cao.

A short piece of information about the boy in bed poured out from the depths of Cao Yi's memory.

"Please, sir"

Cao Cao's voice came from behind.

Cao Yi bowed his head, walked closer, and grabbed Cao Chong's wrist.

Because Cao Chong's aura was very weak, Cao Yi lost his aura without coming up. Instead, the hand was placed in the position of the heart, a trace of input, and then the aura was directed towards Cao Chong's limbs.

Mrs. Huan, who followed in, regarded Cao Yi as a deceitful monk. The delicate eyebrows are slightly wrinkled together.

Time passed little by little, and the room was quiet with a needle falling, which could be heard clearly.

Cao Yi saw that it was almost over, and increased the intensity of inputting aura, and the damaged places in Cao Chong's body were incredibly repaired.

If there were doctors monitoring Cao Chong's body with medical instruments during this time, he would be surprised. A person whose body was extremely weak and was about to die actually regained strength in about ten minutes.

Not far away, Mrs. Huan, who saw that Cao Yi hadn't made any name for a long time, cast a complaining glance at Cao Cao.

Cao Cao glared at her.

"Okay"

Cao Yishou left Cao Chong's heart.

"Okay?"

When Mrs. Huan heard this, she walked over, and when she saw that Cao Chong was still motionless and sickly, she raised her eyebrows.

Cao Yi didn't pay attention to this woman and walked straight out.

"You"

Mrs. Huan was about to say something angry.

"Mother"

A voice rang out.

In this silent room, it was very abrupt.

Mrs. Huan's body was shocked, Huo Ran turned around, and saw that her son opened his eyes, revealing ecstasy.

Cao Cao, who was standing not far away, was also happy. But there is no past.

They saved their son, but they were treated rudely by their son's mother, and they must apologize.

Cao Cao chased him out.

After Cao Yi came out, he was standing under a tree outside the door, and when he heard the voice, he turned his head and said, "Prime Minister, why don't you accompany the little boy?" ”

Cao Cao folded his hands and saluted solemnly: "Mr. Lian saved the lives of my father and son, and he is as kind as a mountain." ”

"The Prime Minister's Words Are Serious"

Cao Yi returned the gift.

"You kid, why did you just get out of bed!"

Mrs. Huan's voice came from inside the house.

Then, I saw Cao Chong, who was wearing a single coat, walking out.

"Clothes"

Mrs. Huan, who chased out, ignored the hot weather and put on a dress for Cao Chong.

"Madame, it's the end of May"

Cao Yi couldn't help but look at this dizzy woman with a smile.

Hearing Cao Yi's words, Mrs. Huan realized that she had done something stupid and took back the clothes that were draped on Cao Chong's body.

Thinking of her attitude towards Cao Yi just now, Mrs. Huan said with a look of shame: "Thank you Mr. for saving my son's life, the concubine is offended, please forgive me." ”

Cao Yi just nodded and did not return the salute.

Mrs. Huan straightened up, glanced at Cao Chong, whose expression was still a little cloudy, and asked cautiously: "Sir, Cangshu's face is sallow, but there is still the root of the disease that has not been cleared?" ”

The root cause of the disease has not been cleared.

Drinking too much herbs poisons the plant, causing the face to turn yellow.

Cao Yi coughed lightly and said, "Don't drink herbs, it'll be fine in two days."

"Oh"

Mrs. Huan was relieved.

Actually, Cao Yi could cure Cao Chong at once, but he just didn't want to waste his aura.

At this time, Cao Chong, who had been stunned for a long time, came back to his senses, folded his little hands, and gave Cao Cao a salute: "The child has been sick for a long time, which makes my father worried."

"You should give a gift to your husband first"

Cao Cao pretended to be displeased.

Cao Chong gave Cao Yi another salute: "Thank you, sir"

"Hmm"

Cao Yi accepted this gift.

A few more gossips.

Cao Cao led Cao Yi out of the back house and went to the temporarily arranged accommodation.

Under the clear moonlight, by a small quiet lake, there is a deeply locked courtyard.

Open

Cao Cao commanded.

The servant who came with him stepped forward and opened the door.

"Please"

Cao Cao raised his hand.

Cao Yi went in and found that although the furnishings were simple, it was quiet and elegant. At first glance, it is a place for free and easy literati and living.

Cao Cao, who came in later, looked at it with a kind of remembrance, and said: "This courtyard was built by the old man for Fengxiao before the northern expedition to Wuhuan, but unfortunately the sky is jealous of the talent, Fengxiao died of illness on the way, the courtyard has been idle until today, Mr. temporarily lives here tonight, and there are other arrangements tomorrow." ”

Bong Hyo!

It turned out that this was built by Cao Cao for Guo Jia, the first ghost talent of the Three Kingdoms.

Cao Yi couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

"Rest gentlemen"

Cao Cao arched his hand.

He walked out with a somewhat stunned expression.

"Death does not necessarily mean that there is no resurrection"

When Cao Yi walked to the door, he suddenly said.

Cao Cao, who had just walked outside the courtyard, stiffened his body, and slowly turned around, his eyes sharp to the extreme.

What I saw was Cao Yi who entered the room.

One breath, two breaths...... Ten breaths, Cao Cao's sharp gaze converged, turned around, and walked forward. After a few breaths, he disappeared into the darkness.

In a room with a strong sense of antiquity, Cao Yi bent over and touched the ground, it should be because he cleaned it often, there was no dust, he took out an old yellow futon from the purple gold red gourd, and sat down.

It took half an hour and did the evening class.

Then, take out the "Qintian Scroll" and slowly push it to the "Returning Yang Diagram".

Rubbing his hand on the painting, the bright red is like blood, the bewitching flower pattern of the other side, Cao Yi said to himself: "The third kind is to use a small amount of blood of the child as an introduction, borrowing non-flesh and blood to resurrect, such as clay sculptures and puppets, which look no different from ordinary people on the surface, defects, the mud body is afraid of water, the wooden body is afraid of fire, and can only survive for one epoch, that is, twelve years." ”

……

The red sun slowly rises from the eastern sky, and the cyan sky gradually brightens.

All this is announced, and another morning has arrived.

Above the small lake surrounded by dozens of willow trees, there was a faint mist.

The fish slowly surfaced to breathe, and then swam leisurely.

A few small birds were on the willow branches, motionless.

Everything seemed peaceful and serene.

Suddenly, the door of the small courtyard on the side opened, and Cao Yi, who was dressed in a blue robe, walked out.

On the shoulder, there is also a small eagle with his neck high, looking left and right, looking very arrogant.

"Let you watch the house, and actually sneak out"

Cao Yi reached out and knocked on Roaring Sky's furry head.

The world consciously wanted to retaliate, and when he was about to peck Cao Yi's hand, he realized that he had made the wrong object and stopped suddenly.

"Go Play"

Cao Yi's shoulders shook.

Whistling flapped his wings, flew to the willow tree, and chirped a few times at the birds beside him. I don't know if to say hello or tell them to fuck off.

Several of the little birds were bigger than the roaring sky, so they ignored it.

Wow!

Roaring Sky directly attacked.

A couple of birdies were defeated after only two rounds.

Roaring Sky triumphantly flew back to the branch and took a nap.