Although I regret it very much, Cao Zhuan had to face the reality.

He told Xiahou Hui a situation: two days ago, a group of Shu Han people passed by Jianye and headed towards Wujun. It was nothing, but among the strength of those carts, there were many strong bodies, well-trained, and elite spirits.

It is very similar to the subordinates he faces every day and the Wu Kingdom Jiefan whom he often faces.

Xiahou Hui attached great importance to it, but she did not understand what the purpose of Shu Han did this, and what attitude was the monarch and minister of the Wu Kingdom.

Cao Zhuan could see that these people had problems, and it was impossible for the people of Wu to see that. It was seen but not stopped, which showed that the people of Shu Han had legitimate reasons. As for whether there was still a secret that could be told after the legitimate reasons, it was hard to say.

All of this naturally became her reason for persuading Cao Zhan.

Cao Zuan was a little hesitant at first, but was speechless by Xiahou Hui, and immediately agreed to escort them to the Hou Guan.

Sima Shi had a formal envoy and could ask Wu State to provide a ship and take sea routes, but Cao Zun was too embarrassed to be so arrogant and could only go by land. Without logistics support and unfamiliar with the terrain, it was very dangerous to travel through the hinterland of Wu State. In order to accommodate Cao Zun, Sima Shi could only go by land.

For this reason, Cao Zhuan had to carefully select and compress the number of people to less than a hundred, pretending to be the entourage hired by Sima Shi.

Cao Zhan complained.

Before leaving Jianye, Xiahou Hui wrote a letter to Cao Miao in the name of Sima Shi, explaining his purpose: in accordance with the emperor's edict, he summoned Cao Miao back to Beijing, confronted Zhong Yao and his son, clarify the facts, and restored Cao Miao's innocence.

Of course, these are all for the Wu people to see.

When he set off, Sima Shi sat in the carriage, looking out the window as he looked like a follower, dressed in blue clothes, and looked resentful, and sighed softly. "Yuanrong, why bother?"

Xiahou Hui sat opposite, lowered his head, silent, and seemed to be thinking.

Unexpectedly, Sima Shi turned to look at Xiahou Hui. Seeing that Xiahou Hui was absent-minded, he smiled and said, "What's wrong? I'm still worried about Yunliang not listening to advice? You, it's fine to worry when you were in Luoyang. Now that you have arrived in Jianye, what's the use of worrying?"

Xiahou Hui retracted his thoughts. "Ziyuan, Hou Guan is the important place for shipbuilding in Jiangdong. Mrs. Sun has always been responsible for the secret matters of the Wu State. When she went to Hou Guan, it must be a secret matter. Why did she bring Yunliang with her?"

Sima Shi blinked. "Are you worried that Yunliang is willing to rely on the Wu Kingdom and is unwilling to return to Luoyang, and has won the trust of the Wu people?"

"What do you think?"

"Not necessarily." Sima Shi raised his finger and scratched the corner of his mouth carefully. In recent months, his beard has fallen off so hard that he has to be careful. "Yunliang has a special identity and cannot let him be free, nor can he be imprisoned. In addition, he is absent from a nature. Apart from a powerful person like Mrs. Sun, there are very few people who can watch him. Mrs. Sun has important matters and has to go, but cannot ignore Yunliang. It is understandable to take him with him."

Xiahou Hui rolled his eyes and looked slightly. "That's what it means. It's just that thank you for your hard work. I heard that Kuaiji is full of mountains, so it's not easy to walk along the way. Alas, it's all the troublesome, and I have to say something to let you come out and relax."

Sima Shi twitched the corner of his mouth and turned to look out the window. "Taichu is right. I am indeed much more relaxed now. In fact, you don't have to worry about my body. As Taichu said, most of my fatigue is because I am in a bad mood. It will be much better to go out for a walk. If I can persuade Yunliang to return to Luoyang this time, I might be able to re-enter the official career, but I just don't know what I can do."

He suddenly smiled. "You said, will Your Majesty ask me to study history? If so, I should pay more attention to the customs and customs along the way and write geography in the future."

Xiahou Hui wanted to speak but stopped. He glanced at Sima Shi's hand stroking his knees from the corner of his eyes. Although the hand was hidden inside the sleeve, the prominent knuckles could be vaguely seen, indicating that Sima Shi's mood was not as relaxed as he said.

"It's a way out to pay attention to knowledge." Xiahou Hui turned his head calmly. "It's better than what Yunliang said about Dongfang Bubai."

Sima Shi's expression was slightly sluggish, and suddenly he smiled and said, "Yuanrong, have you forgotten what you promised me?" He looked at Cao Zhan in the distance, and a cold light flashed through his eyes, passing in an instant.

Xiahou Hui frowned slightly. "Do you still want to take revenge?"

The smile on Sima Shi's face gradually faded away. After a while, he whispered softly: "Therefore, the intestines are nine times a day, and when they live, they feel like they are dying, and when they come out, they don't know where they are going. Every time they think of this shame, they sweat and wear clothes..."

Xiahou Hui cried sadly and held Sima Shi's hand. "Ziyuan, stop talking, I'll do my best."

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After arriving at Hou Guan, Mrs. Sun devoted herself to the transformation of the sea ship.

Cao Miao followed each other and was inseparable from each other.

He is not a science and engineering department, has no idea about industrial production, and cannot give any good suggestions, and of course he is not interested in this. He followed Mrs. Sun around, and was more familiar with the environment and see if there is any opportunity to take advantage of it.

This is a habit, and now it has become his instinct.

Ge Heng is the real technical backbone. Cao Miao’s biggest function is to constantly inject chicken blood and occasionally give him some directional suggestions.

But the things in the world are so strange. They are burdened by hands and enjoy the happiness of talking. Ge Heng is so busy that he hits the back of his head every day, but Cao Miao enjoys the greatest achievement. He is regarded as a god by craftsmen outside and is a destiny favored by God. He is regarded as a treasure by Mrs. Sun. He wishes he could tie it with a rope, for fear of being snatched away.

This made Cao Miao miss freedom a little.

After several days of continuous visit, when Mrs. Sun thought he was bored, she offered to accompany him to the Fanshi market to relax.

Hou Guanlinhai is a transit station for sea routes between Central Plains and Jiaozhou. Before the opening of the land route, it was once prosperous. Now it is still a must-pass route for people in the Central Plains to take a boat to Jiaozhou, and it has become a market for a long time. However, the scale is not as large as that of Panyu and Wujun. There are not many people who know it.

After leaving the ship officer and coming to Fanshi, Cao Miao truly realized what a barbarian land is.

Looking around, I couldn't see a few Han people, most of whom were barbarians with vertebral patterns. Even Han people dressed very coolly, far less neat than those of the Central Plains, with a fierce atmosphere everywhere. Even the girls looked at people with a hot look, and they could not bear it directly.

If it weren't for Mrs. Sun's female guards, they would be as fierce and murderous as they were, Cao Miao was very worried that he would be kidnapped halfway.

"Are we dressed too flamboyantly?" Cao Miao sighed: "We should follow the local customs."

"And!" Mrs. Sun spat without hesitation. "Let me be as uncovered as these barbarians? You can think of it."

"You can't say that." Cao Miao shook his head seriously, raised his hand and pulled his clothes, and pulled his collar to the neckline. September in the Central Plains is already in autumn, but September here is still very hot. After walking a few steps, he sweats. "If Yizhou is also so hot, do you think that wearing armor and war robe can still fight? These people don't wear too little, but they may not be because they are poor and have no clothes to wear, but because they adapt to the climate."
Chapter completed!