In the afternoon, Qingtao took the prepared medicine, decocted it, and placed it next to Cao Miao's couch.

Cao Miao didn't drink it. When Qingtao went out, he asked Ah Hu to pour the medicine into the jar and secretly delivered it to Han Dong. Although Ah Hu didn't understand, he was very convinced by Cao Miao and followed the plan and found an opportunity to send the medicine.

Following Cao Miao's instructions, he specially avoided the sight of Qingtao and Hongxing. He cherished this special trust very much, and was somewhat indescribable. Without Cao Miao's words, he knew to be careful.

About an hour later, Ahu came back quietly with anger. He told Cao Miao that Han Dong not only did not appreciate it, but also suspected that he was poisoning the medicine. He forced him to take a few sips, and waited for a while. Seeing that he was fine, he finished the remaining medicine.

Cao Miao was not surprised at all. If Han Dong had no doubts at all and directly drank the medicine, that would be abnormal. Although Ah Hu was smart, he was still too young after all and didn't know the tricks here.

"How was he hurt?"

"It's very serious." Ah Hu said, a trace of unbearableness flashing between his eyebrows. "In addition to chest and ribs, there are injuries on his back, so it's hard to turn over."

Cao Miao was very surprised. He just hit Han Dong for a moment. His strength was limited, which would cause Han Dong to hurt for two days at most, or break one or two ribs, so there would be no internal injuries. As for the back, it was even more impossible. Han Dong hit the wall horizontally, and it would be impossible to get injured on his back, especially blood.

Ah Hu continued, "It seems that someone else injured him. But he refused to say it, and I dared not ask more. Uncle Song said that last night the thief saw blood, and the tiles on the wall were dyed red, so he should have been very injured. But the thief disappeared in the front yard and they dared not go in and check it."

Cao Miao felt uneasy. Han Dong was so hurt that he was unclear. Is it because someone wanted to kill Han Dong, frame me, and frame the Yongqiu Palace?

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The sky gradually became cloudy.

The dark clouds rolled like crows gathered. The wind became tighter and tighter, pulling the green trees in the yard and the green bamboos fell. Lightning flashed from time to time among the dark clouds, and the muffled thunder went from far to near, one after another, shocking people inexplicably panic.

A heavy rain is approaching, and the air is so stuffy that people can't breathe, as if something is blocking the heart, and they won't feel happy if they don't vomit.

Cao Miao was awakened by the thunder, opened his hazy eyes and looked at the gloomy sky.

"It's dark?"

"No, it's going to rain." Hongxing, who was sitting beside him, turned around and saw Cao Miao awakening, and quickly got up. "Prince Eme, do you want to drink water?"

Cao Miao sat up and yawned again. He was a human being for two lifetimes and hadn't had a nap for so long for a long time, and he was a little lazy for a moment.

"Where is Ah Hu?"

The smile on Hongxing's face became unnatural. She lowered her head and twisted her clothes. "Ahu has gone to practice martial arts. No matter how good Ahu is, she still has to join the army. She spends some time to bury muscles and practice martial arts so that she can live longer in the future."

Cao Miao glanced at Hongxing, grinned, and couldn't help but want to laugh. Are children nowadays so precocious? They know that they are competing for favor before they develop. He knows Qingtao, and Hongxing has ideas about Ah Hu's living in the study, but they just don't take it seriously.

He has no interest in male style, and he is the same with young girls. Although he is not a moral gentleman, he still has a basic bottom line.

Seeing that Cao Miao had a smile on his face and his expression looked normal, Hong Xing mustered up the courage and asked, "Prince, are your legs numb? I'll beat your legs for you."

Cao Miao looked at Hong Xing with a sincere look and nodded. Hong Xing turned worries into joy, knelt in front of Cao Miao, put Cao Miao's legs on his legs, clenched his fists, and gently tapped her. Her technique was very skillful, neither light nor heavy, and very comfortable. Her legs, which were originally numb, were itchy and rustling, and quickly came to life. Cao Miao leaned against the couch, enjoying the decayed happiness.

"Is Hongxing your real name?"

"No. According to the court system, the slaves in each palace are either scholars or offend children." Hongxing lowered her head, her voice a little low. "It's just that it's too long, and I can't remember it. I don't know where my parents are, and who they are, and it has nothing to do with them. My maid is now from the Yongqiu Palace, the prince's."

Cao Miao choked and didn't know what to say for a while. After a while, he said, "Cingtao is the same?"

"I think so." Hongxing thought for a while and said, "But Sister Qingtao has read books and can write poetry, which is different from a maid."

"Chongtao can write poems?"

"Prince, don't ask her, she won't recognize her. It happened that my maid happened. Once, I got up at night and heard her recite poems, crying while chanting. But the next day I asked her, she refused to admit it, and even changed her face and said that my maid was talking in her sleep."

"Do you still remember what poem she recited?" Cao Miao yawned.

Hongxing tilted her head and thought for a while. "I can't remember it, I only know what flowers and what piano are."

Cao Miao did not ask again, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. He didn't know much about ancient poems. Cao Miao had read many poems before, but in a hurry, he couldn't remember which poem contained flowers and piano. Or, as Hong Xing said, this was the poem written by Qingtao himself, so he had no way to guess.

But what Hongxing said was not useless, at least it means that Qingtao was not from an ordinary family. Perhaps it was a rich child who had already reached out to the clothes and had a meal, but now he has become a servant to serve others.

Based on her age, it should be within seven or eight years of deterioration of family affairs and becoming an official slave, and it will not exceed ten years at most. This year is Zhuge Liang's first Northern Expedition, and ten years have passed. It is the eve of the Han and Wei dynasties. There was a rebellion in Xudu and Yecheng, and it was very involved. Perhaps Qingtao is the child of one of them.

Political struggle is so cruel, the winner is the king, and the loser is the enemy. Isn’t Cao Zhi such an example? He is called a vassal king, but actually a prisoner, and he is not as good as Qingtao.

The throat of fate must not be held in the hands of others.

Hongxing beat one leg and then moved to the other side. Although she was very careful, she still alarmed Cao Miao who was tranced. Cao Miao had no reaction, but she timidly apologized, with skillful movements and purely instinctive, and her small body trembled a little.

Cao Miao was a little surprised. Before this, he noticed that Qingtao and Hongxing were his personal maid, but they were not close to him, but there were signs of staying away from him. Seeing Hongxing like this, he realized that Cao Miao might have hurt them before.

A madman, what can't be done?

Cao Miao was in trouble for a moment. Should I treat Qingtao and Hongxing like before so as not to see the flaws, or make a little change?

After quickly weighing the pros and cons, Cao Miao snorted with a bad voice: "Be careful, or you will peel your skin." As he said that, he raised his legs. Although Hong Xing was scolded, she felt relieved and hurriedly apologized, hugged Cao Miao's legs in her arms and kneaded them carefully.

In the east room, Qingtao stood in front of the window, seeing the scene clearly, and a strange color flashed in her eyes.
Chapter completed!