Cao Miao glanced at Longlou, relaxed his body, but calmly adjusted his posture and prepared to fight.

If Longlou draws his sword, he doesn't mind killing Longlou.

An assassin who cannot see the situation clearly is an unqualified assassin, and it is useless to keep it. With his current status, killing a former gold medal assassin who broke into the yard is justified and he doesn't even have to find an excuse. Maybe he can throw some dirty water into some people.

Longlou did not dare to draw his sword after all. Although he could not feel Cao Miao's murderous intent, he could not ignore Ah Hu's existence. He believed that this time, no matter what trick he used, Ah Hu would not give him the chance to leave alive.

"Is there any other way?"

"Yes." Cao Miao showed a bright smile. "I'll give you a task. After you complete it, I'll help you clear your name."

"How to correct your name?"

"The battle in Luoshui is a solution you and I have discussed. In order to attract the king's weapons out of the cave, I did this on purpose."

Longlou's eyes lit up, but hesitated. "But I was entrusted by Wang Ji..."

Cao Miao interrupted him. "You are indignant and are not ashamed of Wang Jizhi's character."

Longlou blinked for a long time, but finally got moved. Only this method could clear his shame. He swallowed and tried to calm down. "What kind of mission does the prince have?"

"Don't worry, I won't let you kill anyone." Cao Miao glanced at Longlou with disdain. "I want you to check the background of the head of the Ren Zhijia and Ma Shang, surnamed Ren, to see who else is behind them. In addition, ask about Ren Hongchang again. Isn't it difficult to find out how many people?"

Longlou felt very ashamed and wanted to refuse, but he couldn't speak. After a while, he replied: "Here."

Cao Miao waved and asked Qingtao to get thirty gold and throw it in front of Longlou. "This is a three-month expense. After three months, if you haven't found any useful news, you don't need to see me, leave Luoyang by yourself."

Longlou's face was so embarrassed that his face turned red. He took the package, bowed and left as if he was running away.

Looking at the disappearing back of Longlou, Cao Miao tilted his mouth and smiled proudly.

Gold Medal Assassin? From now on, you will be my gold Medal lackey. No matter how far you run, the dog leash is in my hands.

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Sima Master grabbed the bedside and sat up slowly.

Sima Zhao took a step forward and held Sima Shima Shima, but his eyes were a little suspicious. Ten days ago, Sima Shima was injured by Cao Miao and carried back to the mansion in a carriage. Sima Shima was bedridden. He invited many famous doctors to diagnose, but there was no good way. They all said that they had to hurt their muscles for a hundred days, so they could only rest slowly.

But the Sima family could not wait for these hundred days. The edict of Sima Yi's transformation into the Grand Marshal had been issued and could be sent to Xiangyang in two or three days at most. Even if Sima Yi takes some time to transfer military power, it cannot be delayed too far. He will definitely set off and return to Beijing within the month and will return to Luoyang before mid-next month.

During this period, they needed to be alone by the emperor and grasp the dynamics of the court. The third uncle Sima Fu was scolded by the emperor and could not act rashly at present. Sima Shi, the new Minister of Sanqi, was originally the most suitable candidate. Unexpectedly, Sima Shi was injured by Cao Miao and had to recuperate for a hundred days.

"Is there any news in the palace?" Sima Shi could see Sima Zhao's eyes clearly, but he could not speak, and he was indescribable. He knew that many people did not believe his injuries, including his wife Xiahou Hui and younger brother Sima Zhao, and even his mother and sister expressed similar suspicions, which made him extremely depressed.

Sometimes, even he doubts whether he is making a big deal or not, and scaring himself is not that serious.

Sima Zhao said carefully: "Your Majesty heard that my brother was injured, so he issued a special order to grant three months of sick leave, so that my brother could recover with peace of mind."

Sima Shi smiled bitterly. Of course the emperor was happy. It would be better that he would continue to be ill and would never recover.

"Have you ever punished Cao Miao?"

Sima Zhao blinked, hesitated for a moment, and shook his head. "I haven't heard of it. He is a patient..."

"Oh--" Sima Shi sighed, feeling his head hurt even more. He decided that after he recovered from his injury, he must fight with Cao Miao and let Cao Miao lie in bed for three months. What's the matter? He is a patient, can he hurt people at will, or attack him behind his back?

The most disgusting thing is that he was clearly attacking someone else, but he still complained to Princess Deyang as if he had suffered a great grievance.

When Sima Shi was speechless when he thought of Cao Miao's ugly crying in front of Princess Deyang.

"Where is your sister-in-law?"

"In the side courtyard." Sima Zhao thought for a while and said, "Aguo said that in the past few days, my sister-in-law's mood seemed to be a little wrong."

Sima Shi frowned. "What's wrong?"

"I can't say it. I feel... I'm talking less, and I seem to have something to worry about. Aguo asked her, but she didn't say anything."

"I understand." Sima Shiqiang responded unhappy and although he was injured by Cao Miao at that time, he still heard something. Xiahou Hui probably listened and felt afraid. Xiahou Hui was smart and had been married to him for several years. He knew his personality very well and knew what Cao Miao had.

By the way, he also agreed with what Cao Miao said. If he really came to that point, Xiahou Hui would become a problem and would inevitably be eliminated.

The question is, Cao Miao, a lunatic, has never had any contact with him before, how did he know his personality?

Sima Shi thought about it and felt that the problem might be Xiahou Xuan. Xiahou Xuan and he were both close friends and in-laws, and had frequent contacts. His understanding of himself was beyond everyone. If he said something in front of Cao Miao, it would not be completely impossible to wake up Xiahou Hui with Cao Miao's mouth.

Thinking about it carefully, this time my father was passive and lazy in his fight and allowed Lu Xun to travel east was a major mistake.

The intention is too obvious, revealing its traces and making people seize the handle.

But if this is not the case, what can we do? Should we let the emperor change the last emperor's will, drive the four auxiliary ministers out of the center, and make arbitrary decisions? Or should we watch that idiot Cao Xiu cater to the emperor's will and attack Wu Jiangong?

Sima Shi thought for a long time, held Sima Zhao's arm, stood up slowly, and walked towards the side courtyard where Xiahou Hui lived. The situation was urgent, and he was injured and could not go out of the mansion to travel far. He found someone to discuss countermeasures, and needed Xiahou Hui's advice very much.

Xiahou Hui was sitting alone in the courtyard. When he saw Sima Shi being helped by Sima Zhao, he quickly stood up to greet him. She took Sima Shi from Sima Zhao and asked him to take a seat in the hall. Sima Shi explained his purpose. The emperor had issued an edict to transfer his father Sima Yi from General of the Cavalry to the Grand Marshal and record the affairs of Shangshu. He was rewarded for his failure, which was obviously not a normal promotion. How should he deal with it?

Xiahou Hui faced Sima Shi's gaze and said lightly: "Husband, my uncle is fifty years old and has a great minister. What's wrong with me? But my husband is young and young, and he is the time to make achievements. He should not rely on illness to raise his reputation. He missed this great opportunity."
Chapter completed!