Cao Miao was a little surprised. In fact, what he imitated was not the voice of the essayist of the state, but the guardian who was hit by him.

Although he had only met once, he remembered the appearance and voice of the guardian, and also saw that he had some friendship with the essayer of the state, so he wanted to imitate him. With his voice-over skills, imitating a young man in his thirties and forties could still be similar to him.

Unexpectedly, Han Dong mistakenly thought it was the messenger of the state.

Does it look like it? The gap is a bit big.

The story did not follow the script, but Cao Miao was not panicked. He neither admitted nor denied it. He just pressed Han Dong's shoulder and refused to let him get up. He seemed to be hesitating, and seemed to be waiting for Han Dong to beg for mercy. It was a bit like a cat playing with a mouse, deliberately playing with Han Dong.

He believed that with Han Dong's temper showed before, he could not withstand this silent pressure at all, and he would definitely move.

As long as Han Dong makes some moves, he can get more information and follow the trend.

Sure enough, after a while, Han Dong couldn't hold on anymore and said in a hoarse voice: "It's useless to kill me, Yin Duwei will send others."

Cao Miao still didn't speak. Yin Duwei should be Yin Mo mentioned by Han Dong last time, but he was not familiar with this person, and he responded in a hurry and was prone to revealing his feelings.

Han Dong took a breath and laughed, hissing in his mouth, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter. "Actually, you are really thinking too much. I'm not here to investigate you. You don't need to investigate your slightest matters. The court is very clear about it. Haha, colluding with the thieves of Shu and raising the bandits to respect themselves is much more credible than supporting King Yongqiu to ascend the throne."

Although Cao Miao didn't say anything, his heart skipped a beat. He heard Han Dong's implicit meaning. The rumors that Cao Rui died and the ministers supported Cao Zhi were indeed man-made rumors within, just to play with the court and to echo the Shu Han.

The source of the rumor is the essayer of the state.

Cao Zhi was just a chess piece that was used, and no one cared about his life or death.

Cao Miao was very angry. This is too unkind. Will the chess piece have no dignity?

Cao Miao sneered twice. "How many times did you meet with the eldest prince? What did you say?"

"Big Prince..." Han Dong wanted to speak but stopped, his breath was heavy, as if he had swallowed a fly. Cao Miao even heard his teeth grinding. After a moment, Han Dong barely returned to his calm. "Private grudges are insignificant."

Cao Miao didn't say anything, just sneered twice.

Han Dong also knew that this reason was not enough, and continued: "The court suspected that the eldest prince's crazy skill was pretending and sent me to check the authenticity."

"Pretty?"

"Yes." Han Dong paused and said, "This is what the boss told me. I don't know the specific situation."

Cao Miao suppressed his surprise and asked again: "Then what are the results of your inspection?"

"There is indeed something weird, but... it cannot be concluded."

“What’s weird?”

Han Dong sneered twice and kept silent. After a moment, he said, "That's all I know. If the messenger wants to kill, he will kill him, so there is no need to say more. Just deal with it cleanly and find a scapegoat. If it is still on the King of Yongqiu and his son, I am afraid no one will believe it."

Cao Miao didn't say anything, pressed his thumb on Han Dong's carotid artery. With a little force, Han Dong fainted, his body slowly relaxed, and his breath became much more stable.

Cao Miao stood up, lit the light at the head of the bed, and looked around. The decorations in the house were good, better than those in his house, but they were dirty and messy, emitting an unpleasant smell. What Ah Hu said was true, Han Dong was not popular, and the essayer of the state supervising country did not even arrange for him a servant to clean up.

It can be understood even if you think about it. The messenger of the state supervising country thought Han Dong was here to investigate him, so how could he give him a good face?

Cao Miao turned off the light again, stood at Han Dong's bedside and looked for a moment, confirming that Han Dong had really fainted, and at the same time he also made him feel more smell from Han Dong's house. Unfortunately, Han Dong could not get up, otherwise he would want to see Han Dong's figure again and dress more like him.

Later, he will do something and frame Han Dong. As for whether Han Dong can escape, it depends on his ability.

After conceiving a good action plan in his mind, Cao Miao changed into Han Dong's coat and boots on the head of the bed, picked up Han Dong's long sword, and went out calmly. There was no one around, and the evening breeze was blowing, and only the sound of insects remained. He did not go up to the wall. The yard of the Supervisor's Evangelist was not far from here, only two doors were separated. Moreover, Han Dong was injured, so it was unlikely that he would climb over the wall. If you investigated it in the future, it would be a flaw.

It was late at night and the guards patrolling the night were a little sleepy. Cao Miao didn't have much effort and easily found the bedroom of the supervisor's messenger.

The bedroom was in a mess, with loud snoring, and the air was filled with a strong smell of fishy smell and powdery smell. Under the dim light, three flesh worms hugged each other and slept soundly.

Cao Miao was behind the door, listening to the sounds inside and outside the house and judging the situation, while using the light to look at the furnishings in the house. When he saw the furnishings in Han Dong's house just now, he was already mentally unbalanced. When he saw the bedroom of the essayist in the state, he realized that the prince of his father and son, the King of Yongqiu, was so disgraceful.

The evil slave deceives the master, all the good things in the Yongqiu Palace have been occupied by this dog.

Cao Miao became more and more angry the more he thought about it. He walked to the edge of the couch and stopped pressing the two women's necks, allowing them to continue sleeping. He then pulled the hook, tied up their hands and feet, and blocked their mouths. Then he pulled out Han Dong's long sword and slapped the face of the essayist in charge of the country.

Perhaps because of excessive energy consumption, the essayer of the State Supervisor did not wake up, and said something in his mouth. He reached out and pushed away Cao Miao's long sword, turned over, hugged the woman on the other side, and fell asleep again.

Cao Miao was so angry that he didn't be polite to him. He stabbed his thigh with a sword, which was so deep that it could be seen.

The envoy of the State Supervisor woke up in pain and was about to scream. Cao Miao was ready to stuff a bunch of unknown things into his mouth, blocked his screams, and then placed the long sword with a flashing cold light in front of him. The envoy of the State Supervisor took a breath, his body froze, and did not dare to move.

Cao Miao turned his back to the lamp, making a "hissing" sound from his mouth. The long sword in his hand slid down the old face of the magistrate's envoy, stopped on his shriveled chest, slowly pierced into his skin, and then slid downwards, cutting the flesh and blood. Blood gushed out and flowed down the magistrate's envoy's envoy's envoy, quickly wet his ugly clone.

The watchman of the supervisor cried out in horror, whimpering and struggling hard. A hot stream surged out, and the smell of urine in the room was filled with the smell of incense.

Cao Miao laughed hissingly, while hoarsely, imitating Han Dong's tone, especially the frivolous smell of being sucked.

"Old dog, I'm old, I don't know how to cherish my body." He waved his sword and slid under the crotch of the magistrate of the State. "Say something I want to hear and give you some pleasure. Otherwise, let you die without a complete body and be a Taishigong."

The watchman of the state twitched, burst into tears, nodding like a chicken pecking at rice, without any courage to resist.

"Start with you colluding with the Sichuan thieves."
Chapter completed!