Shu Mansion and Liaodong Mansion are separated by several yards and have to pass through the guest hall office. Every move is under the surveillance of the Wanglou.

Cao Miao was very calm. He had long guessed that the reason why the Liaodong, Wu and Shu residences were arranged here was to facilitate supervision. He was also the target of many people's attention, so the court naturally would not take it lightly and would arrange for people to pay attention to his every move.

I just don’t know if there is any school affairs here or if it is Yin Mo’s subordinate.

After turning two turns, I arrived at Shu Mansion.

The Shu residence was very lively, as if it was moving. Many people moved in with furniture. A few green clothes and Cangtou were directing outside the door, orderly and calm. When Chen Xuan came forward to report, Cao Miao stood aside and watched for a while, and secretly praised himself.

No matter when, diplomats are elites of a country, especially during this period of war between the two sides. The blue-clothed ones in Shu Palace looked inconspicuous, but their expressions and demeanor were all of them of high quality. They obviously had a solemn and murderous aura. They were definitely not as ordinary as they looked. There were a few of them in them, and they were steadily steadily, and they were obviously masters.

Cao Miao felt that with Zhuge Liang's habit of doing things himself, diplomacy would naturally not be left to others to take care of. These people are likely to be subordinates of Zhuge Liang's residence and can report directly to Zhuge Liang.

As soon as Cao Miao stood for a while, a middle-aged man stepped forward to salute. "I dare to ask for your name and visit my residence, what advice can I give me?"

Qingtao was about to come forward to answer. Cao Miao waved his hand and showed a bright smile.

"Sir Zhong."

"Zhong?" The middle-aged man looked up and down at Cao Miao, and bowed with a smile. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I can't remember it. I'm really very happy. I'm very happy when I'm here, the first time I've been here?"

Although he answered without any loss, Cao Miao could see the subtle changes in his eyes clearly. After hearing that he was "named Zhong", his eyes shrank significantly. "It's okay, I didn't see you last time. What's the name?"

"Meng Shen, Meng of Mencius, Shen of the upper and lower levels."

"I heard from your accent, aren't you from Shu?"

"I have a lot of effort to put my ears into the South Central."

"The surname is Meng, and he is from Nanzhong. Is Meng Huo the same clan?"

Meng Shen paused for a moment, looked at Cao Miao again, moved the corners of his mouth, and then returned to normal, shook his head and smiled, "No."

Cao Miao nodded and grinned. "Actually, I was joking with you just now. My surname is not Zhong, my surname is Cao."

"Oh?" Meng Shen seemed to smile.

"I am Cao Miao, you may not know him..."

"I know." Meng Shen suddenly said, with a bright smile on his face, but his vigilance in his eyes became stronger. "The eldest prince is famous in Luoyang, and I have heard of it. I only have the fate to meet him today. I have heard of the eldest prince for a long time, and it is indeed true."

"Do you know me?" Cao Miao stretched out his finger, pointed at his nose, and smiled brighter.

"nature."

"Then you should know what I'm here to do."

Meng Shen showed hesitation and his eyes dodged. At this time, a middle-aged man wearing a Confucian shirt came over, bowed and bowed from afar, and laughed loudly: "It turned out that the eldest prince of the Yongqiu Palace was here. Yun Youwei was welcomed and was sentenced to death."

Meng Shen followed the situation and smiled and said, "I dare to introduce it to the eldest prince. This is my Shu Palace Chief Yang Jun."

The middle-aged man stepped forward and bowed again. "Yang Yun has seen the eldest prince."

Cao Miao returned the favor with a smile. Although he was talking to Meng Shen, the light of his eyes was paying attention to the surroundings. When Yang Yun appeared at the door of Shu Mansion, he saw it, but Yang Yun walked slowly. It was not until Meng Shen was stopped by him that Yang Yun rushed over quickly, clearly to save Meng Shen.

The cooperation between the two was very tacit.

Yang Yun waved his hand and signaled Meng Shen to do things. He smiled and led Cao Miao in. "I heard from Brother Chen that the eldest prince wants to buy some Shu brocade?"

Cao Miao nodded with a smile. "Yes, if possible, I not only want to buy Shujin, but also something else."

“For example?”

"For example, the magic sword created by Pu Yuan."

Yang Yun raised his eyebrows, then smiled, and looked Cao Miao again. "The eldest prince is indeed well-informed and knows Pu Yuan."

"A little bit of it."

"Sell?" Cao Miao pressed step by step, not giving Yang Yun a chance to think.

Yang Yun did not answer directly, and led Cao Miao through the vestibule, came to the main hall, and then he said slowly: "It is natural to sell, it depends on the price the prince pays."

"What price do you want? As long as you speak, I can afford it."

Yang Yun looked at Cao Miao, pondered for a moment, and smiled and said, "The prince is so heroic." He stretched out his two fingers. "Twenty thousand. One knife, twenty thousand. But it's not about using cash to trade, but for war horses."

Cao Miao nodded. "It's fair, I accept it. But there's one more thing."

"Please speak frankly."

"Is the magic sword created by Pu Yuan really that sharp? Could it be an exaggeration?"

Yang Yun pondered for a moment, turned around and made a gesture. A young waiter standing next to him turned around and left. It took not long. He returned to the hall with a long wooden box and placed the wooden box in front of Yang Yun. Yang Yun opened the wooden box, and there was a long knife inside. Yang Yun pushed it to Cao Miao with the knife and the box.

"For the first time we met, this sword was given to the eldest prince by Pu Yuan's own divine sword, which was regarded as a gift for the meeting. I hope the eldest prince will not be disgusted."

Cao Miao stretched out and picked up the knife, pulled it out half, took a look, pushed it back, and handed it to Ah Hu with the knife and sheath. "I'll reward you."

Ah Hu was overjoyed and hurriedly bowed to thank him, hanging it happily around his waist.

Yang Yun saw it and his face remained unchanged, and he smiled and said, "The eldest prince is generous."

Cao Miao said casually: "It's just a knife, it's nothing. I was originally buying a knife for them. I'm a patient, and it's not suitable for me to slash people with a knife. How about it, I want all of you here."

Yang Yun shook his head with a wry smile. "This is the only one that is used as a sample. If the prince really wants it, report a number to me and I will send it back to Chengdu and let them prepare it. Just wait for the prince's war horse to be delivered to Hanzhong and immediately deliver it."

"There are war horses, but if you don't send them, you will take them to Guanzhong." Cao Miao said, raising his hand at the same time, signaling Yang Yun not to rush to speak. "I can only be sure to send the war horses to martial arts. To send them to Hanzhong, I have to open up the joints. The cost is too much and it is not cost-effective."

Yang Yun stared at Cao Miao. He originally thought Cao Miao was pretending and spoke shamelessly, but now he felt that Cao Miao really had this meaning. The person who was in charge of Guanzhong was originally the general Xiahou Mao, but now the general Cao Zhen. Although Xiahou Mao was dismissed from his post and returned to Beijing, he still had old subordinates in Guanzhong. It was not difficult to find one or two people to help him smuggle war horses, but when he was sent to Hanzhong, Cao Zhen had to use Cao Zhen's connections, which was beyond Xiahou Mao could do.

Cao Zhen is Cao Pi's best friend and has always had a bad relationship with Cao Zhi. The possibility of him helping Cao Miao is extremely small. If Cao Miao promises to send it to Hanzhong at once, 80% of it would be fake. However, Cao Miao insists on sending it to Guanzhong only, and the designation is martial arts, at least 50% of it is real.

The Prime Minister's Northern Expedition required a great need for war horses. Even dozens or hundreds of horses were not allowed to let go of them easily.

"How much does the prince plan to ask for?"

"Let's have a hundred people first." Cao Miao smiled and said, "You know, there are not many people in the Yongqiu Palace."

"Okay, one word is certain." Yang Yun raised his hand and prepared to swear by Cao Miao.

Cao Miao shook his head. "I have another request."

Yang Yun's eyes flashed slightly, and he slowly withdrew his hand. "Prince, please speak."

"The person I want to spread rumors."
Chapter completed!