The wind stopped and the rain stopped, the crowd dispersed, and the Yongqiu Palace gradually returned to peace.

After taking a hot shower and changing into clean clothes, the young man lay on the bed, looking at the blue-black tent, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Even if the lightning strikes back, it seems that this is the only way to go.

From now on, I am the eldest son of the Yongqiu Prince's Mansion, Cao Miao, the eldest son of Cao Zhi, a talented man from the Three Kingdoms.

The young man thought, closed his eyes, relaxed his body, and adjusted his breathing to the point of absence.

Since he finished filming the classic work that took eight years, he has become a practitioner of traditional martial arts. He practiced his breath internally and externally. Even if he was nervous about filming, he would spend some time every day to practice boxing and nourish his energy. He also spent a lot of time looking for teachers and friends, asking questions, and while re-understanding traditional martial arts, he would benefit a lot from his body and mind.

In just one month, he had gone from a frail prince to a quick master. He quietly took a trick called Han Dong's school affairs. When he thought of Han Dong's eyes that had seen ghosts before he fell down, he couldn't help but want to laugh.

The young man's breathing became longer and longer, and he gradually entered the state of meditation.

The little slave in the front yard was crying again, and the crying sounded faintly, like a ghost.

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There is a small building in the courtyard next door.

Cao Zhi stood on the railing, looking at the small courtyard where only the faint light was left, motionless. He had been standing here for a long time, and his clothes had been wet with the rain, but he was unaware of it.

The stairs sounded lightly, and Cao Zhi walked up. Seeing Cao Zhi like this, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Father, brother has rested. Apart from some fatigue, there is nothing serious."

Cao Zhi sighed, "Yun Gong, I feel wronged."

Cao Zhi lowered his head and helped Cao Zhi into the house. "Don't worry about my father. My brother was young at that time, and he lost his composure for a while. As he grew older and became more and more familiar with the world, he must have forgiven his father, but he just refused to say it."

"Forgive me?" Cao Zhi was sad, and he remembered the figure on the roof like a tiger. "I can't even forgive myself, so how can I hope he forgive me?" He entered the house, sat down in front of the desk, tidied up his clothes, and sat down. "Yun Gong, grind ink for me, I want to memorial Your Majesty."

Cao Zhi looked at Cao Zhi, and his eyes flashed with unbearance. "Father, why are you doing this? Even if you submit memorials ten times, Your Majesty will not give you a chance to try it yourself. Now that something has happened again, I don't know how many people are waiting to take the blame for the country's messenger, and it's okay to guard against the auxiliary officials, but the school affairs are not..."

Cao Zhi stopped, with a little fear in his eyes, as if he was frightened by what he had just said.

A trace of guilt flashed in Cao Zhi's eyes. "It is precisely because of such a thing that I cannot fail to submit a memorial to defend myself. Such an obvious rumor can cause trouble in the city. Someone must have contributed to the fire and caused trouble. If there are many troubles today, Your Majesty is in trouble internally and externally. As a royal family and I have been instructed by the late emperor, how can I stay out of the matter and just seek self-protection? Yun Gong, don't say much, just grind the ink."

Cao Zhi did not persuade him anymore. He opened the ink box on the desk, took some ink particles from the ink cartridge, put them in the ink cartridge, poured some water, pinched the grinding chips, and slowly grinded the ink. With the squeaking sound of grinding the ink, the ink particles gradually melted.

Cao Zhi took a roll of paper, spread it on the table, and slowly smoothed it with his hands. His fingers were thin and pale, his skin was dull, and there were a few light brown spots, which were very dazzling. A little sadness appeared in his eyes, and he was in a daze. It was not until Cao Zhi reminded him that he had finished grinding the ink, and then he took back his thoughts, dipped it in some ink, carefully licked the pen on the inkstone, thought for a moment, and wrote a few lines of words on the paper.

Minister Zhibai: Liu's family was called emperor in the west, and Sun's family was called vassal in the east. These two thieves were all major troubles for the country. Zhuge Liang was in chaos with Longyou, and Wu would definitely go to Jiangzuo. The army was forced outside, spies were promoted inside, and the common sense of military strategists...

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The morning light shines through the windows, illuminating the blue curtains.

The curtain has been used for too long, and some places are so thin that they are transparent. They are usually not visible, but are undoubtedly exposed under the dawn light, just like the embarrassment of this royal palace.

After a long time, the curtain was gently pushed away by a pair of hands, Cao Miao got off the ground and stood barefoot on the floor. The floor was slightly cool, and it came in from the soles of her feet. The remaining sleepiness subsided and she became more energetic.

He squatted slightly, his soles raised, slowly slid open against the floor, his arms bent elbows, his hands held the tiger's claws with his hands, his palms were concave, his left hand was raised up, his right hand pressed down, and his body was slowly shook slightly, and a little tiger's momentum emerged from his strong but not strong body.

The door opposite was a sudden sound, and there were rapid footsteps. Cao Miao glanced and put away his pose, his arms drooped, and his expression on his face regained indifference. He watched the two teenage maids pushing in the door with a panic look, one went to get the coat and the other helped him put on his shoes, but he didn't react, and he could do it like a puppet.

As an actor who is famous for his acting skills, it is really not difficult to hide from two half-aged children who have not yet woken up.

I stretched out my hands and opened my mouth for food. Such days were only found in the play, but now they have become his daily routine. I don’t know if it is considered a welfare.

Two little maids were waiting for the clothes, after washing, they went out of the door, came to the hall, and knelt in front of the desk.

The little slave Ahu stood in the corridor with a long sword around his waist. However, he was thin and thin, and did not match the long sword, and looked a little funny. He lowered his head and was absent-minded. He was shouted by the older maid, and then suddenly woke up and saluted.

Cao Miao didn't look at him either. He chewed a large bowl of porridge and a plate of thinly chopped barbecue, and swallowed it slowly. He didn't eat quickly, but it was very clean, and he didn't waste a grain of rice. The shisha from the plate was picked up and delivered to his mouth.

The maid packed up the tableware, Cao Miao stood up, got out of the hall, and started daily activities, wandering in the courtyard like a lonely ghost.

But now he has one more task: to observe the people and environment around him. If you want to live in this world and live a little more freely, of course, you must first understand the environment you are in, which is suitable for the environment.

The fittest survives.

From the remaining memories, we can see that his father was Cao Zhi, a talented man from the Three Kingdoms era, and his mother was the daughter of the Cui clan of the Qinghe clan. He originally had a happy childhood, but when he was ten years old, all of this went into vanishment. Seeing his young mother hanging on the white silk, he was deeply stimulated, and from then on he was withdrawn and autistic, and did not talk to anyone.

In recent years, he has migrated with Cao Zhi everywhere. Every time he goes, he will have a separate courtyard. This courtyard has the best sunshine and the best house, which belongs only to him.

He had two maids, the older one was Qingtao, and the younger one was Hongxing, with beautiful eyebrows and quick hands and feet. In addition to serving his daily life, he also had the responsibility of serving his wife. However, although he is not morally obsessed with cleanliness, he cannot do anything to the underage girl and has refused to serve her for several consecutive days.

Although Qingtao and Hongxing felt it was strange, they were not disappointed, but they were a little happy. It was neither easy nor future to serve a crazy prince, so naturally they could avoid it and were happy to be leisurely.

In the past, Cao Miao would not pay attention to these things, but now Cao Miao is as clear as their minds and is also secretly happy.

At least don't worry about them letting go.

He also has a little slave Ahu. Ahu has followed him for several years, and is loyal, but in recent days it is a bit strange. He often gets distracted during the day and often cries secretly in the cottage in the south wing at night. The sound is not loud, but it is very terrifying.

Apart from Qingtao, Hongxing and Ahu, only his half-brother Cao Zhichang came to see him.

Cao Zhi was eight years younger than him. Although he was not born to a mother, he had a good relationship. Before he was mentally ill, Cao Zhi had just walked, and his favorite thing was to pull the corner of his clothes, shout "Brother Hug" in a gusto, and then kissed him in a slutty face.

His father Cao Zhi could not step into the courtyard, otherwise he would roar like a wild beast until he was shocked. After several attempts, Cao Zhi gave up his attempt to approach him and could only watch from a distance, trying not to let him notice it.

Yesterday was just an accident. Fortunately, he was pretending to be crazy and stupid at that time, and he probably did not reveal any flaws.

In short, his life circle is very small, and there are very limited people who pay attention to him.

With such convenience, like the real Cao Miao, he ate, slept on time every day, walked in the yard, stood in the corridor without any effort. He seemed to have no change, but his appetite increased day by day, and his face became rosy day by day. If he got closer and carefully observed, he might still see his body slowly becoming stronger and his clothes that were originally close to him became tighter.

Cao Zhi would come to him every day and be excited about his changes. If it weren't for his eyes still dull and his expression still cold on his face, Cao Zhi almost thought he had returned to normal.

But Cao Miao felt worried and fear from Cao Zhi's words. He felt that the royal palace outside the courtyard was not calm.

The school clerk Han Dong was injured by him, and the supervisory messenger was injured by Han Dong. He is now recovering from injuries, but it does not mean that they will be idle. It is almost inevitable that they will report to the court and sue the father and son. A storm is approaching, and it is only a matter of time.

Cao Zhi didn't say it, Cao Miao didn't ask. He carefully concealed himself and prevented his changes from appearing too abrupt. Although Cao Zhi was close to him, he was just a twelve-year-old child after all, and even if he had any strange feelings, he wouldn't think too much.

What he was worried about was Cao Zhi.

Although he is a loser in political struggle, it does not mean that he is stupid, and his talent is not just about his poetry.

The effect of the scene yesterday should be good. Cao Zhi's reaction was basically not as good as he expected, but the last glance was a little strange. For several nights, the lights in the building were on until the second half of the night, and occasionally a thin figure could be seen walking back and forth, like a trapped beast.

In order not to let Cao Zhi discover his abnormality, Cao Miao restrained his impulse to look at Xiaolou, ignored him as always, and continued to play a rebellious son who was hostile to his biological father because of his deceased mother.

Of course, he also knew that all his changes would be transmitted to Cao Zhi's ears through Cao Zhi's mouth. After retelling, there would always be some deformations and eases, and would not be so noticeable.

He only practices at night.

As a "patient", he has no other tasks except to live. After dark, it is his free time.

From dark to dawn, the leisure of the whole night was an unattainable luxury for him in the past, allowing him to practice calmly and double the effect. In just a few days, his body changed significantly. Not only did he become full of energy, but his five senses and six senses were also much more sensitive.
Chapter completed!