Cao Miao was open and bare, with only a pair of cow nose shorts on her body, and she didn't even tie her belt, and she hung it loosely on her body.

"Fan, fan hard." He shouted, waving the palm-leaf fan in his hand, whistling it.

Qingtao and Hongxing dared not neglect, so they waved their fan hard to cool off Cao Miao. Cao Miao's sweat was a lot, but they were so tired that they were sweaty, their faces flushed, and their chests were flushed. Recently, the food was good, and Qingtao seemed to have begun to develop faster, and there were slight turbulence on their chests.

"When I have money, I must build a high-rise building." Cao Miao complained.

The summer without air conditioning is really not something that people can live in, and it is not easy to live in. He lives in a bungalow with limited height and no insulation. When the sun shines, it looks like a steamer, stuffy and hot. The trees in the yard are swaying by the wind, but there is no wind in the yard.

The building will be more comfortable at this time, especially the three-story building.

However, there is only one small building in the entire Yongqiu Palace, which is still two floors.

Cao Zhi accompanied Deng Yang in. Seeing Cao Miao's image, his face was a little unhurried. He rushed to Cao Miao for a few steps and bowed to Cao Miao. "Brother, this is Deng Zhonglang, who is also the Minister of the Central Secretariat, one of the four Congs. According to the order of the envoy, I would like to see Brother Ah at the main hall."

Cao Miao turned his head to look at Deng Fei. Deng Fei slowly walked to the steps and bowed casually. "I heard for a long time that the eldest prince is not particular about the details, but is a handsome and romantic person. When I saw him today, I was indeed well-known. I am lucky to meet in Deng Fei in Xia Nanyang." As he said that, he stepped up the steps and prepared to go to the corridor to escape the sun.

"Happy, why are you?" Cao Miao shouted angrily: "Stop!"

"Uh..." Deng Yang's face was a little unnatural, but he didn't make an attack. He forced himself to laugh twice, stopped and looked at Cao Zhi.

Cao Zhi was very anxious and hurriedly attached himself to Cao Miao's ear and whispered: "Brother, Zhongshu Lang is working at Zhongshutai, not an ordinary Langshu official..."

Cao Miao turned his head and took a cold look. Cao Zhi was startled and swallowed the words back.

Cao Miao turned around and looked at Deng Fei again. After a conflict with Gao Xun, he paid attention to these so-called famous scholars in the capital. Deng Fei, one of the four consciences, was naturally among his attention, and he asked Han Dong a lot.

Not only that, he also knew that Deng Yang later, together with He Yan and Ding Mi, was the three gourds of Taichung, and was Cao Shuang's true pig teammate. The Great Wei Dynasty fell into the hands of Sima Yi and his son, and they had an unshirkable responsibility.

Of course, that's all a story. Deng Yang is not that awesome now. On the contrary, he soon became unlucky because of the glitz case and was exempted from being imprisoned for the official position.

Of course, he would not give any good face to such a person. Not only that, he would also take advantage of the situation and reap a wave of experience from Deng Yang.

Deng Yang stood at the stairs, sweating from the scorching sun, but for some reason, Cao Miao looked at him, but he felt a chill in his heart, and even had the urge to chill. Those eyes were so scary, like an abyss, and he couldn't see the bottom.

"Big...Big Prince?" Deng Yang bowed his hand, trying to make himself more natural, but he couldn't feel relaxed. He laughed even worse than crying.

"Since I am a Zhongshu Lang, you should know that although my yard is small, not everyone can enter the house."

Although Cao Miao's voice was not loud, it was full of pressure and even a hint of contempt. While putting pressure on Deng Yang, it still stirred up his competitive spirit. He wanted to humiliate Deng Yang and anger Deng Yang, but he could not leave any handle. He wanted to let Deng Yang look for his humiliation. Since Deng Yang was a famous scholar and one of the four conspiracies, he was naturally arrogant and felt that he had the opportunity to win a place with his strength.

Sure enough, Deng Yang sneered: "I heard from Sun Fujun that if you want to ascend to the Hall of the Great Prince, you must answer a question for the Great Prince." He raised his head and looked conceited. "Please ask the Great Prince. Although the Great Prince is shallow, I will try my best to answer it."

Cao Miao had no expression on his face, slowly raised his left fist, raised his middle finger, raised his chin lightly, facing the sky for fifteen degrees, and looked at Deng Yang indifferently.

Deng Yang was stunned for a while before he realized. "This is the problem for the eldest prince...?"

Cao Miao nodded, still saying nothing, but his eyes became even colder.

Sweat from Deng Yang's forehead suddenly surged out. He couldn't argue with others countless times, but this was the first time he encountered this situation. He didn't say a word, only one gesture. What's the problem?

"The eldest prince, don't say a word or say a word, what's the problem?"

Cao Miao withdrew his fingers, turned around, and never looked at Deng Fei again. Deng Fei's face turned red, he shook his sleeves hatefully, and turned around and left. Cao Zhi's face turned pale. He wanted to ask Cao Miao why, but he didn't dare, so he had to hurry to chase Deng Fei.

Deng Yang was angry and embarrassed, but he was more dissatisfied. What exactly did Cao Miao’s gesture mean? If the answer cannot be found, it will inevitably become a laughing stock when it is transmitted to the capital in the future. As one of the four congregations, he was actually stumped by a madman. What kind of face will he have to discuss the mystery in the future?

As he was about to enter the main yard, Deng Yang suddenly stopped and looked at Cao Zhi who was following him, and squeezed out a smile.

"Second Prince, how should I answer this question?"

Cao Zhi smiled bitterly. "Deng Zhonglang, my brother is sick and he is often unconscious. Deng Zhonglang doesn't have to care."

"Otherwise." Deng Yang put one hand behind him, touched the short beard under the jaw with the other hand, and turned back and forth twice. "The eldest prince did not say a word, and shaking his hands into a fist. Only with one instruction, he would have a deep meaning. Although Yang was not talented, he had a clear view of himself and wanted to discuss with the second prince."

Cao Zhi bowed and said, "I dare not take it, I am willing to hear and see it."

"I said that the wise do not speak, and the words do not know. He also said that the sages do things inaction and do teachings that do not speak. Confucius also said that what the heaven says? Isn't the meaning of the great prince like this?"

Cao Zhi thought about it and felt something was right, so he asked again: "What about you pointing at me?"

"Which finger does the second prince remember?"

"Remember, middle finger."

"Yes, middle means the way of the doctrine of the mean. The great prince's intention should be self-centered, which is in line with the teachings of the saints."

Cao Zhi nodded repeatedly and bowed, "Deng Zhonglang is so smart, boy admires it."

Deng Yang smiled, looked back at the direction of Cao Miao's courtyard, and thought about it again. He felt that his answer should be fine and appropriate, but he turned back confidently and asked Cao Miao for verification. Cao Zhi did not dare to be negligent and hurriedly followed.

At the gate of the courtyard, Deng Yang stopped for a moment, sorted out his clothes, took out his handkerchief, wiped the sweat from his face carefully, took out a sachet, applied some powder again, and then took a small step to the steps, bowed respectfully, but his face was full of arrogance that could not be concealed.

"The great prince is very smart, and he integrates Confucianism and Taoism into one style. He practices teachings without saying anything. He is taught in everything."

Cao Miao turned around and glanced at Deng Yang. The corners of his mouth were crooked, and his expression almost failed to manage. This is OK? He is really good at ripping it. But I have to say that the answer is quite appropriate, at least it is reasonable and well-founded. If you can think of these in a hurry, Deng Yang has two tricks.

But how should I follow it down? I wasn't prepared.

Fortunately, he had rich experience in performing scripts, so Cao Miao quickly made a decision, and the Zen master possessed him. He remained silent, but his eyebrows and eyes were softer, as if he was satisfied with Deng Yang's answer. The demeanor of a monk who was enlightened was natural.

Deng Yang saw it, and was happy in his heart. He pricked up his ears and waited for Cao Miao to invite him to take his seat. His smile could no longer be concealed and appeared on his face.
Chapter completed!