Until late afternoon.

Only then did Cao Cao's figure appear in front of the mansion.

Wearing black casual clothes, his face was as serious and solemn as ever, and his brows had been furrowed since he got off the carriage. Looking at his face, you can tell that he is deeply worried.

This has been Cao Cao's normal behavior recently.

From the day Dong Zhuo announced that he would depose the emperor and challenge the majesty of the Han Dynasty, Cao Cao was not in a good mood.

Except for this morning's court meeting, when his son Cao Ang stepped forward and resolutely saved the face of the Han Dynasty surnamed Liu, Cao Cao could only feel relieved for a while.

After passing through the hanging flower door, Cao Cao walked to the front hall while playing with a dagger in his hand.

But before he could calm down, he was shocked to find someone sitting in the hall. It was Cao Ang who had been waiting for Cao Cao for a long time after returning home.

The moment he saw his son, Cao Cao was a little flustered for no reason, but he quickly calmed down and said with a smile on his face: "Ang'er, why are you sitting here in the hot weather if you don't want to rest in the backyard?"

Cao Ang did not answer Cao Cao's question.

He just pointed at the dagger in Cao Cao's hand, and then asked in a leisurely tone: "What are you playing with, father?"

Cao Cao subconsciously shrank his right hand.

He wanted to put the dagger in his arms, but he quickly reacted and pretended to be nonchalant.

"It's just a small object given to my father by my colleagues in the DPRK. It's not a rare thing."

Cao Ang snorted.

He stood up, took the dagger from Cao Cao's hand, and pulled out the scabbard. Suddenly, a cold light flashed through, as sharp and cold as autumn water, which made Cao Ang's eyes hurt.

The body of the dagger, which is about a foot long, is lined with seven round marks like star diamonds, instantly making the dagger look mysterious and precious.

After pulling it out twice, Cao Ang said with a smile: "I heard that there is a seven-star sword in Wang Situ's house. It cuts off the hair and seals the throat when it sees blood. It must be the dagger brought by my father."

Cao Cao was shocked when he heard this.

He hurriedly took the dagger from Cao Ang's hand, put it into his arms, and explained with a rare hint of panic on his face.

"My son really knows a lot about the affairs of Wang Situ's house. This thing is indeed a family heirloom of the Wang family. My father saw that it is extremely sharp and exquisite in style, so he shamelessly asked Wang Situ for it."

Cao Cao is still secretive until now.

He still wanted to use excuses to obscure the matter, perhaps subconsciously not wanting Cao Ang to be involved.

However, Cao Ang just stared at Cao Cao's face calmly and said meaningfully.

"No matter how sharp the Seven-Star Sword is, no matter how exquisite its style, it can't kill Dong Zhuo. Father should stop thinking about it!"

As soon as this statement came out.

Cao Cao's eyes suddenly flashed brightly.

The whole person looked at Cao Ang in horror.

How did the son know about this?

Cao Cao dared to ensure that he did not leak the secrets, and the courtiers who were present at the discussion with him would never speak carelessly.

Because everyone knows that this is a matter of losing one's head. Once it is leaked, no one can escape from the involvement.

So not only is it being discussed in a secret room, but everyone involved is also signing up to make sure everyone is in the same boat.

How did Cao Ang know that?

Judging from the determined look on this kid's face, he definitely has full confidence, and what he said is extremely reliable.

Could it be that everyone in the streets and alleys knew that he was planning to assassinate Dong Zhuo?

Cao Cao suddenly panicked.

After forcing himself to calm down for a while, Cao Cao hurriedly asked: "My son, why do you say this?"

Cao Ang said lightly: "Father went to Wang Situ's house several times in the past few days. Each time it was after Dong Zhuo held a banquet or court meeting, and he was often indignant when he went."

"It's true to say that you have friendship with Wang Situ, but you don't want to run to him as soon as you get angry. Our two families are not that close yet, so we can only discuss something out of anger."

"Combining the two, this matter must be related to Dong Zhuo."

"A group of angry but lacking strength people gathered together to discuss Dong Zhuo, what could be the content?"

"So when I saw this seven-star sword, I boldly tried it. I didn't expect that my father would be deceived by me so easily."

Cao Cao: "..."

He looked at Cao Ang like a monster, with a look of disbelief on his face.

It's that simple?

A few observations, a few words, and then a quick inference, and he directly revealed the secret that he had kept for many days?

I am super, my son is a genius!

Although the atmosphere was tense now and Cao Cao had many things on his mind, he still couldn't help but admire his son Cao Ang's agility and wisdom.

My heart was really shocked.

But the more this happened, the more pleased he became.

The son is so capable, even if his action fails this time, he will be able to support the Cao family in the future, and his mother will not suffer any injustice.

…

"Hiss...hoo!"

After taking a deep breath, Cao Cao simply sat down and confessed everything.

"Since you have deceived me about what my father said, I might as well not hide it from you, so I can explain the rest of the matter to you."

"I am indeed entrusted by Wang Situ to approach Dong Zhuo in the name of surrender, and then wait for an opportunity to assassinate him with this dagger and kill this national traitor!"

"This matter is extremely difficult and dangerous, and we must not involve you and your mother. Therefore, early tomorrow morning, you, mother and son, will pack your bags and leave Luoyang City immediately."

"After you leave, I can put aside my worries and fight with all my strength. No matter what, I will kill this thief Dong Zhuo on the spot!"

What Cao Cao said was impassioned, and it was obvious that blood had already surged into his head, and he only wanted to sacrifice himself to fulfill the great cause.

Cao Ang looked at his father with complicated eyes, and then said quietly.

"You are not familiar with that Dong Zhuo, and you rashly surrendered. Even if Dong Zhuo is extremely happy, he will definitely be on guard and cannot be alone in the same room with you two."

"With the power of his general Lu Bu, I'm afraid that before you even pulled the dagger out of the scabbard, Lu Bu would have captured it with one hand."

"Besides, even if Dong Zhuo is careless and dares to be alone in the same room with you two, how can you defeat him with Dong Zhuo's strong and muscular body?"

"There is little hope for this assassination!"

What Cao Ang said was sincere.

Every sentence of the analysis makes sense.

How could Cao Cao not understand these principles, but he still shook his head helplessly and sighed.

"Even if there is little hope, a father must do this. If we don't punish the traitors of the country, how can the Han Dynasty be stable?"

"Since Dong Zhuo entered Beijing, the whole of Luoyang has never been peaceful for a day."

"Army battles, battles, brutal killings, many princes and ministers died at the hands of Dong Zhuo. Any disagreement could lead to death and death."

"Now he has blatantly deposed the emperor and promoted a child who is only a few years old to ascend the throne. His ambition is clearly revealed."

"If we don't get rid of such a rebellious person as soon as possible, I'm afraid the country will perish and the Han Dynasty will decline!"

Having said this, Cao Cao paused for a moment.

Then he said in an increasingly impassioned tone: "Sooner or later, someone has to do this kind of thing. Everyone in the world can do it, so why can't it be me, Cao Mengde?"

"I am willing to take risks and risk my life. If I succeed, I will bring peace to the Han Dynasty. If I fail, I would rather die without regrets!"

Passionate and passionate.

There is a Jing Ke who sings loudly on the banks of the Yishui River. He has the spirit of sacrifice without regrets even though he knows that he will die.

Cao Ang's blood boiled when he heard this.

But he knew one thing very well. At this time, he had to stay calm and never be infected by his father's emotions. Otherwise, his persuasion would be in vain.

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Chapter completed!