Han Dong was about thirties, with a handsome appearance, broad eyebrows and a short moustache on his lips, but his smile was a little frivolous. He was holding a grass in his mouth, a long sword on the left side of the sword belt, a short knife on the right side, a neat ankle-length warrior uniform, and a pair of black fast boots under his feet, spotless.

"Han Jun, this is in the royal palace." Cao Zhi said, his voice dry and a hint of tremolo.

"I know, I didn't say anything, the second prince should not be uneasy." Han Dong stood up straight, hugged his arms, walked slowly over, tilted his head, looked at Cao Miao's eyes, shook his eyebrows, and a strange color flashed in his eyes, and then he returned to normal. He grinned. "It seems that the eldest prince has really had an adventure, and maybe he can really kill someone in his dream."

"What did you say?" Cao Zhi blushed and shouted in a voice: "Han Jun, don't make a fuss out of nothing and frame my brother."

The young man bowed his hand casually. "Why did Han dare? Second Prince, this is not what I framed your brother, he said. If you don't believe it, you might as well ask yourself." As he said that, he laughed and turned around and left. As his body swayed slightly exaggeratedly, the sword swung left and right like a dog's tail, revealing a bit frivolous and proud.

"I was so sorry that I couldn't compete with the eldest prince last time." Han Dong raised his hand. "One day the eldest prince has time, we will compete again."

Cao Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and looked at Cao Miao, and whispered: "Brother, why not..."

Cao Miao pushed Cao Zhi away expressionlessly and continued to walk forward. His steps were bigger and his body became stronger, and he rushed forward like a bison.

Cao Zhi was unprepared for a moment and was thrown several steps away by Cao Miao, and hurriedly followed. Unexpectedly, Cao Miao took two steps and suddenly turned back. His hand slid across the earth wall on one side and grabbed a handful of earth.

Cao Zhi was shocked and guessed what Cao Miao was going to do, but he had no time to stop him, so he had to turn around and chase him.

At the corner, Han Dong returned, took two steps back, leaned back, looked at Cao Miao, and Cao Zhi left, muttering as he looked, "It's really like a tiger, and a dog like a crazy person..." Before he finished speaking, a bunch of soil came towards him, spilling his face, and even a lot of infiltration into his mouth, his eyes were even more fascinated.

Han Dong knew something was wrong, so he pressed his left hand on the wall, stepped forward to avoid it, and pulled out the short knife at his waist with his right hand. As soon as his hand touched the hilt, Cao Miao had already pounced on him, folded his arms and lowered his head and rushed hard, hitting his waist hard. With a "boom", Han Dong flew up and hit the wall opposite, and then fell heavily to the ground, causing the stars in front of him to fill the sky, and his blood rushing.

After being hit by Cao Miao, Han Dong was so injured that heavier than falling from the roof that day.

Cao Miao raised his toes, lifted up the short knife on the ground, held it back, hid it in his sleeve, and then raised his foot and kicked it. The seemingly shameless kick was actually very orderly, and he always took the lead and eliminated Han Dong's attempt to counterattack, and did not give him a chance to resist.

Cao Zhi rushed over, hugged Cao Miao in the waist, dragged it back hard, and shouted loudly. Several guards of the royal palace rushed over and saw the eldest prince kicking the new school affairs. They were both surprised and relieved. They shouted "Prince Stop", but deliberately slowed down so that Cao Miao had the opportunity to kick a few more. Anyway, they were old and weak, so it was normal for them to walk slowly.

Han Dong was caught off guard and kicked several times one after another. Several big footprints appeared on his face, chest, and blood was covered in the corners of his mouth. In a trance, he heard a calm and almost indifferent voice mixed with Cao Zhi's panicked shouts.

"Your Duke can kill people even if he is not in his dream."

Ahu and an old slave chased after him in a carriage. Seeing Cao Miao kicking Han Dong hard, he was startled and his face turned pale. He glanced at Cao Miao, winked, but did not dare to say anything. Together with Cao Zhi, he pushed Cao Miao onto the carriage without saying anything.

Qingtao and Hongxing were holding some utensils and sat in a corner of the carriage, looking at Cao Miao in horror.

Before Cao Zhi got on the car, he called an old slave and gave a few urgent instructions, which made the old slave who was driving leave quickly. He was a little worried that if something big happened, Cao Miao would probably be confined and would never be able to leave the mansion again.

The old slave who was driving raised his whip and with a crisp sound, the two thin horses raised their hooves and drove away in the carriage.

Cao Miao leaned against the car window, looked at the eaves flying past the window with a wooden face, remembered the terrain he saw along the way, and outlined the panoramic view in his mind. He arched his hands, and the short knife he snatched from Han Dong's hand against his arm.

The blade has a cool edge, exquisite materials, excellent production, slightly heavy, but the center of gravity is well adjusted, which is a good knife.

In his previous life, he had come into contact with many antique weapons and asked professionals for advice. After starting with swords, he would have a brief idea of ​​the good or bad.

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Cao Miao took a carriage and walked around the palace for a while, until the evening.

In early summer, the scenery is just right, with lush trees on both sides of the road, and pleasant new green. But not far from the palace, there is a large area of ​​desolation, full of barren trees and weeds everywhere, and no one can see any other family. Occasionally, a few small courtyards are also dilapidated, as if no one has lived in it for a long time.

The bones were exposed in the wild, and there was no rooster crowing for thousands of miles. Cao Miao was heartbroken and depressed.

Especially when the Three Kingdoms are in the Great War, the war will last for a long time.

What made Cao Miao most sad was the situation of the Yongqiu Palace.

On the west side of the palace, he saw tens of fruit trees. The fruit trees had just been pumped, but although they failed to bear fruit, they grew very well. Light green leaves lined up, and flowers of various colors were blooming, which was spectacular. There was even some spring romance that made people forget their worries for the time being and felt a little bit of happiness.

Seeing that Cao Miao was interested in these fruit trees, Cao Zhi ordered people to stop, accompanied Cao Miao to get out of the car, walked into the fruit forest, and wandered among the flowers and trees for a while.

"These were planted by the father a few years ago. When these fruit trees grow, they can improve the economy of the royal palace. Yongqiu is low in terrain and has many swamps, which is not suitable for planting rice and wheat, and the royal palace does not have so much labor. So the father decided to plant some fruits, and sell them for money in the future, and add some subsidies."

Cao Zhi spoke easily, but Cao Miao saw some helplessness in his eyes. He stared at Cao Zhi without saying a word.

Cao Zhi was uncomfortable when Cao Miao saw it, so he had to smile and said, "It's just that the court has an order, and the father is going to be transferred to the title again. These fruit trees are probably cheaper to those villains."

"Transfer to the seal?"

"Well, the edict I just received before the New Year was moved to Feng Junyi." Cao Zhi sighed, and his tender face showed a sadness that was not consistent with his age.

Cao Miao understood that moving half of his life is a big problem for most people to move. A large amount of real estate cannot be moved away, and even if it is sold, it is impossible to sell it at a good price. Therefore, forcing migration has been the trump card used by the court to deal with the powerful in all dynasties.

Specifically, Cao Zhi understood even more. Since Cao Pi ascended the throne, Cao Zhi has been moving constantly. He actually had the leisure to plant fruit trees, and I don’t know what he thought. Perhaps as Cao Zhi said, people just like this fruit forest and wanted to drive him away?

"Since I received the edict before the New Year, why are you still in Yongqiu now?"

"I don't know." Cao Zhi looked indifferent.
Chapter completed!