Late at night, Sun Deng sat alone in the study room, and a bamboo slip was spread out on the table in front of him, which was the Biography of Prince Li in the Book of Han.

He originally wanted to read "The Chronicle of Emperor Hui", but for some reason, he took out the booklet from the bookshelf and spread it on the table, and found out that it was "The Biography of Prince Li".

The three words "Prince Li" pierced into his eyes like needles and into his heart, making him tremble and unable to calm down for a long time.

Compared with Emperor Xiaohui of Han, Prince Li Liu Ju is more likely to be his master. One of the important reasons why Liu Ju lost the favor of Emperor Wu of Han was that he believed in Confucianism. Although Emperor Wu of Han respected Confucianism alone, he actually used kings and overbears, and even dominated by domineering power.

Later, Emperor Xuan of Han clarified this point and expressed concern for Emperor Yuan of Han, who was the crown prince at that time.

Why is believing in Confucianism a curse of the emperor? Why can't such good knowledge and such noble ideals become the true way to govern the country?

Sun Deng felt heartbroken. He stroked the Jianpao, tears poured out, slid down his face, dripping onto the bamboo slips, and opening the ink marks.

They are all Cao Miao. He must have been a spy sent by the State of Wei, just to disagree with our king, minister, father, son and brother, and to disrupt our country's government, to cooperate with our inside and outside, and to defeat our country's family.

The more Sun Deng thought about it, the more he felt suspicious, the more he felt hateful. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, as if this could kill the hateful Wei spy and restore the messy situation to the previous Qingming Festival.

But after he woke up, he became more and more aware of his powerlessness.

Even though he crushed his fists and bite all his teeth, he still couldn't hurt Cao Miao a single hair. At this time, Cao Miao was drinking wine on Xishifang, looking at Jiang Jing, and was proud of his plan.

The seventeen-year-old Sun Lu led his troops to war like a flash of lightning, illuminating the illusion of a father's kindness and filial son. The moment the edict was announced, countless people smelled the meaning and showed goodwill to Sun Lu. He could only suppress his uneasiness, forced a smile, and cheered for every little achievement of Sun Lu.

He could not imagine how embarrassed he was when Sun Luzhaokai was standing in the welcome team.

It's all that Cao Miao.

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"Ah snee! Ah sneezes two times in a row, quickly took out his handkerchief and wiped his nose.

"What's wrong?" Mrs. Sun raised her face and her pretty face turned slightly red. "Is anyone talking about you behind the scenes?"

"Haha, I'm not afraid of my shadow slanting. No one says I'm useless." Cao Miao laughed and looked around. "It's windy, come to the house to drink, don't catch a cold, it's not a big deal if you get cold."

Mrs. Sun thought about it and felt it was reasonable. In early summer, the night cold invaded people. After she saw Sun Quan tomorrow, she would have to rush back to the front line and not get sick.

"Go to your house, your house is spacious." Mrs. Sun said. In fact, she remembered that the clothes she had changed in her house had not been tidied up yet, so that Cao Miao could see the indecent.

Cao Miao did not think much, and agreed immediately and ordered people to move the case, wine and food into the cabin. Zhishu, Ruhua and the female guards worked together and completed it quickly. Although Cao Miao's room was a little spacious, it could not accommodate too many people. After finishing the work, he drove them out.

It was already dark, and the female guards who came back with Mrs. Sun were also sleepy and kept yawning. Seeing this, Zhishu asked Mrs. Sun for instructions, and she and Zhihua served him and asked the female guards to wash and rest first. Mrs. Sun agreed, but the female guards couldn't ask for it and went downstairs cheerfully.

Hearing the laughter of the female guards, Mrs. Sun snorted: "It's really a person who is close to the ink, and it's getting more and more distorted."

Cao Miao felt very uncomfortable when he heard this. He pointed his finger at his nose and then at Mrs. Sun's nose. "If it's close, the lady is closer to me."

When outside the cabin, the two were six or seven feet apart, and the width of the case was nearly ten feet apart. When they arrived in the cabin, although they were still invested in one case, the case was still apart, and the two were only one arm away. Cao Miao's fingers almost hit Mrs. Sun's nose.

Mrs. Sun glared at Cao Miao, raised her hand and hit her with a crisp sound. "Rareless! That's how you treat your elders?"

"Uh..." Cao Miao retreated his hand and argued forcefully: "It's really hard to say about this generation."

"What's wrong with saying this? Your aunt is my fourth sister-in-law, and Dahu is my daughter. No matter how you say it, I'm a generation older than you."

Cao Miao disagreed and shook his head. "I have not had a marriage contract with Dahu yet, so this one cannot be counted. As for my aunt, then my uncle also married your daughter. Wouldn't you be two generations more than me?"

"It's reasonable." Mrs. Sun couldn't help laughing, leaned forward, and pointed Cao Miao's nose. "So you have to be filial, or you can see how I deal with you."

Cao Miao smiled and picked his eyelids slightly. "Is that so? Then let me ask you something, should the prince call Mrs. Xu or his sister?"

Mrs. Sun was slightly stunned, smiled awkwardly, and stretched out her hand. Sun Cao's marriage can be said to be a political interest, and she didn't care too much about it. Sun Quan's marriage to Mrs. Xu was really a mess of human relations. Everyone knows this, but no one dares to speak as rudely as Cao Miao.

"I'm very curious whether the prince insisted on making Mrs. Xu the queen because of the mother-son relationship or something?"

"Let you talk nonsense!" Looking at Cao Miao's inappropriate smirk, Mrs. Sun was so angry that she gritted her teeth and reached out to twist Cao Miao's nose. Cao Miao opened her mouth, bit her fingers, and sucked her. Mrs. Sun was startled and quickly withdrew her hand and stared at Cao Miao. However, Cao Miao squinted her eyes and smacked her lips. "Well, it's the smell of pig's hands."

"Bold, how dare you scold me?" Mrs. Sun was furious.

"If you don't believe it, try it yourself."

Mrs. Sun was skeptical and put her fingers into her mouth and sucked them. Only then did she find that there was indeed a smell on her fingers. When she looked down, she saw that there was indeed half a piece of the pork hand that had not been finished with her, and she couldn't help but laugh.

"Good tongue. It seems that your tongue is not only eloquent, but also good at savoring."

"Of course." Cao Miao laughed, stuck out his tongue, shaking up and down. "Madam, do you want to taste it?"

"Get out!" Mrs. Sun picked up the pig hand that she had not finished on the plate and stuffed it into Cao Miao's mouth. Cao Miao didn't mind, so she took a bite with Mrs. Sun's hand and nodded while chewing. "Smell, this pig hand not only has the aroma of sauce, but also the fragrance of the wife's lips and teeth, which has endless aftertaste."

Mrs. Sun's face turned red and she was angry. "If you talk nonsense, be careful that I will beat you up. I am not a big tiger, let you be frivolous."

Cao Miao hurriedly bowed and begged for mercy. "Madam, we promised that drinking is OK, and we should not sin against others by words."

Mrs. Sun wanted to say goodbye, but when she saw Cao Miao's appearance, she was a little unwilling to accept it. Judging from Cao Miao's words and deeds, he was drunk and could not control himself. He began to speak nonsense. As long as she guided her a little, maybe he could tell some secrets. It was a pity to give up such an opportunity because of a few frivolous and drunken words.

"Then you have to be more restrained and not be too presumptuous. Even regardless of relatives' age, I am still similar to your mother. Don't you understand respecting the elderly?"

"Are Madam old?" Cao Miao opened his drunken eyes and looked at Mrs. Sun suspiciously. "Madam is not old at all. Madam and Dahu are not like aunts and nephews, but more like sisters. As for my mother, I only remember her appearance at the age of twenty, and I don't know what she will look like when she is old."

He crawled over staggeringly, leaned against Mrs. Sun, hugged Mrs. Sun's neck, rubbed his nose against Mrs. Sun's face, and said in a vague voice: "For so many years, I dreamed of her like this every time. But every time I wake up..."

Mrs. Sun wanted to push Cao Miao away, but after hearing this, her nose felt sore and she hesitantly retracted her hand.
Chapter completed!