"What's going on?"

Seeing his aggrieved grandson Cao Shuo, Cao Song quickly stepped beside the bed, helped Cao Shuo up with great concern, and looked around with cold eyes, as if he was blaming him.

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Cao Shu finally breathed his breath. Before traveling through time, he was proficient in this history and had in-depth research on the Cao Cao family.

The Cao family has a tradition, that is, "relatives from generation to generation". Cao Cao's grandfather Cao Teng is like this. When it comes to Cao Shu's grandfather Cao Song, it is no exception...

Just now I thought of this.

"Bastard, what are you doing?" Cao Song shouted out with a word, full of energy... Obviously, the elder of the Cao family was angry... The grandson was his heart, how could he allow his servants to touch Cao Shu?

"Stop the anger..." Doctor Zhao seemed to be timid, looking respectful, "It was the second young master who didn't drink medicine and knocked over the porcelain and teacup... Such a big noise made a alarm that the master."

Um...is this true?

Cao Song's anger was reduced by a little. When he thought that his grandson Cao Shu's body was always sick and sick over the years, he was busy with government affairs and had no time to take care of it, a trace of sadness appeared between his eyebrows...

Taking care of Shuo'er is thanks to the virtuous daughter-in-law Ding Hui and Divine Doctor Zhao.

"Shuo'er." Cao Song turned around and said earnestly. "If you are sick, you have to take medicine. Your father is not in Luoyang, so you have to listen to your mother and Doctor Zhao." While speaking, he took the medicine tea handed over by Doctor Zhao and handed it to Cao Shu's mouth. "Doctor Zhao's medical skills are well-known, and there is no disease he cannot cure in this world. Come, Doctor Zhao, please feed you medicine, and your body will be cured after taking the medicine. Grandpa will take you to the suburbs to play."

The tone is gentle...the eyes are even more kind. The Cao family's "relative relatives" are different from other families... This is the ancestral teachings and the last words of ancestors.

At that time, when Cao Cao's grandfather Cao Teng died, there was one of the four last words left behind - giving birth to more children, and forcing Cao's family incense... Cao Song worshipped him like a god... Of course, because his level is not high and his ability is limited, and for giving birth to more children, the important task of giving birth to more children fell on Cao Cao, and even... Cao Ang and Cao Shuo's burden will be very heavy in the future!

After Cao Song's words fell, everyone's eyes were focused on Cao Shu. Everyone was thinking, the master said this. Even if Cao Shu was ignorant, he should take medicine, right?

Unexpectedly, shaking his head... Cao Shu shook his head repeatedly.

"Grandma, this medicine is so bitter that it's so bitter than before..." Cao Shuo's voice trembled. Before overthrowing the teacup, the porcelain almost used up his remaining strength... Now his face is pale, his voice is as thin as a gossip...but he is still blinking desperately, as if signing something to Cao Song.

"How is it too bitter?" Doctor Zhao quickly explained. "Like the usual medicine, it is just as bitter as good medicine." His tone was coherent, but he felt a little weak in his heart. In addition to Hanshi Powder, this cup of medicinal tea added a little extra arsenic measurement. However, whether it is "Hanshi Powder" or "Arsenic", it is colorless and tasteless, so where is it bitter? This child is clearly a scam.

"That's it." Cao Song was very patient with his grandson, his tone was gentle, and he slowly persuaded him. "If you get sick, you have to treat the disease. Where can you not take medicine without taking medicine? Where can you not be bitter?"

"Grandma, it's really bitter... grandson doesn't want to drink it." Cao Shu muttered his little mouth, his words with a bit of childishness and willfulness. He was six years old, which was the age of making one's character!

Um... Cao Song had a wisp of beard, his face was closer to his grandson Cao Shu, and he looked patiently asking. "Let's do it, grandma taste it first. If it's not bitter, Shu'er will drink it?" His words were originally a tone of coaxing the child... Cao Teng used to coax Cao Cao to drink medicine in the past.

Unexpectedly, just as I blurted out, Doctor Zhao's voice immediately came out. "No...no." His tone became stumbling. Mrs. Ding instructed to poison Cao Shu, but... he really asked the old man to drink this medicine tea? If there was a mistake, he couldn't afford it!

"This...this...this...this medicine is used to treat the second young master. How can I...before the master drink it?"

I stumbled a few times in my words and seemed a little guilty...

"It's okay!" Cao Song smiled slightly and reached out to signal to Doctor Zhao that there was no need to say anything more. "Just Suo'er, Grandpa, take a sip first, and Shu'er take another sip!" As for the child, he just needs to coax. For Cao Song, who is a "next generation", as long as he can let his grandson drink medicine, he can give up all the rules and etiquette.

"Okay, I'll listen to Grandpa." Cao Shuo finally nodded... his mouth widened, and a row of white teeth appeared. He agreed, but he thought in his heart that he had finally waited for your words.

The reason why Cao Song wanted to try tea... is that Cao Shu, who was familiar with this history, knew that all the powerful and powerful people in the Han Dynasty had the habit of testing poison with silver needles! Cao Song, the "Great Honglu" and "Great Minister's Agriculture" who were once one of the nine ministers... is definitely no exception!

Cao Song smiled again at this moment. His grandson Cao Shu's willfulness reminded him of his son Cao Cao... The six-year-old Cao Cao was also so willful in front of his grandfather Cao Teng? At this moment, his father Cao Teng's mood... Cao Song seemed to be able to understand a little.

He lifted the teacup and put it to his mouth... Cao Song was about to drink it.

"Master." But at this moment, the old servant next to him hurriedly grabbed Cao Song's arm... The old servant was meticulous. He noticed that Cao Shu had just mentioned the word "现". A medical officer dared to drink young master tea, which was very abnormal. In addition, the panicked expression of Doctor Zhao's explanation, the old servant found something.

"What?" Cao Song looked back at the old servant. The old servant followed him for many years and had always been reliable and cautious in his work. Why did he call for a stop?

But the old servant arched his body and took out a silver needle from his arms. A hoarse word came out one after another. "Although the master is no longer a Grand Secretary, he is still the leader of the Cao family and Xiahou family. He should try the tea he eats with silver needles."

As the old servant said, and as Cao Shu expected...

During the Han Dynasty, there were many emperors and ministers who were poisoned to death. Among the aristocratic families, especially among those with noble identities, they subtly formed the habit of silver needle testing. Cao Song, the former Grand Secretary, the patriarch of the Cao family and Xiahou family, was naturally no exception.

"Then try the silver needle." Cao Song nodded. "Hurry up, don't delay my grandson's medicine."

Bluffing out this sentence... "Swish", Doctor Zhao's face turned pale as paper. The little arsenic he added to the medicinal tea, although colorless and odorless, is always a kind of poison... Even if it is not very toxic, it can still be tested...

But now, he...he can't do anything. If he forcibly stops it, wouldn't it feel like he doesn't want to tell himself?

Just now I thought of this.

"Master..." A stern shout, a hoarse but rapid voice sounded.

The sound was made by the old servant, and his hands were trembling... The two fingers that pinched the silver needle trembled the most violently. In the direction of his fingers, the needle of the silver needle turned purple and black, not the most intense black, but it also shows that this cup of medicinal tea is poisonous.

"What?"

In an instant, the atmosphere in the entire pavilion became extremely cold.

Cao Song's hands trembled when he picked up the teacup, and the medicinal tea kept overflowing. Oh my God... Someone dared to be in Cao's mansion? He dared to be under his nose? He murdered his grandson whom he put on his heart... This was because he was brave enough to eat the courage of the bear heart!

Cao Song's eyes were wide and he was about to speak...

Cao Shu's thin voice came again, "Grandpa, why don't you drink it? Do you think it's bitter? Doctor Zhao always says that the good medicine is bitter, but my grandson has been drinking this bitter medicine for a long time, but he finds that he is getting less and less powerful... Is it the good medicine is bitter that doctor Zhao said? Is this wrong?"

Huh...this...Doctor Zhao!

The anger in Cao Song's eyes was almost bursting out... Yes, it was Doctor Zhao who was decocted, and Doctor Zhao who was responsible for Cao Shu's condition over the years... The grandson's body was getting worse and worse, and it was because of this reason, negligence... and he almost made a big mistake in his thoughts.

For a moment, Cao Song felt sorry for his grandson Cao Shu. Yes... Over the years, he has focused all his energy on the position of Grand Secretary Yuan, focusing on the relationship between his son Cao Cao's career, and educating the eldest grandson Cao Ang, but... he ignored the six-year-old Shu'er, and even made Shu'er fall ill for several years... The initiator of all this was... a medical official hired by Cao's mansion, who was famous for his rejuvenation, and was famous for Kyoto-Doctor Zhao?

Sure enough, it is difficult to defend internally and externally!

Guilt, self-blame, ashamed... These emotions turned into guilt towards Cao Shu and the extreme hatred towards Dr. Zhao, the mastermind behind the scenes.

"Shuo'er is right. Good medicine may not be bitter. We won't drink this bitter medicine in the future."

Cao Song patted Cao Shu's back with great guilt and comforted him.

But at this moment, Cao Shu seemed to have exhausted his last strength and fainted... He knocked over the teacup and overturned the porcelain again. He was already poisoned... He supported his body with a sense of perseverance... Now, the turning point has happened. The disaster of premature death has been overcome, and his tense emotions have suddenly relaxed a lot... He fainted directly.

"Son, grandson..." Cao Song brows tightly.

Doctor Zhao subconsciously approached the past few steps, as if he wanted to take a pulse...

"Get out!" Unexpectedly, Cao Song kicked Doctor Zhao in the chest regardless of his image. At the same time, his eyes became cold.

He first shouted: "Go and invite the doctor, no... go and invite the imperial physician! I have an old age with the imperial physician, so go and invite the imperial physician Zhang to treat my grandson!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several servants went there in a hurry!

Cao Song then took a long breath and hugged Cao Shu tightly, his eyes full of guilt... One breath, two breaths... For half a quarter of an hour, his eyes suddenly raised, and a slight sensation flashed in his eyes...

"Acai."

Acai was Cao Song's confidant old servant. He bowed. "Master..." and then glanced at Doctor Zhao... After following Cao Song for many years, how could he not know what the master meant?

"No traces are revealed." Cao Song gently spit out these five words. Cao Song, who once served as the Sili School Captain and was in charge of the Imperial City Public Security... He really wanted to be cruel and could make a person disappear out of thin air.

"I understand." Acai agreed, with a look of his eyes... A confidant servant raised Doctor Zhao and pulled him down.

"Master...Master, it's not me, it's not me..." A bitter pleading sounded in the pavilion.

A Cai also took the initiative to retreat... Before Doctor Zhao disappeared, he had to interrogate in detail! He had no grudges with Cao Shu? Who was instructed to him?

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Huh... Huh...

While exhaling a long time, Cao Song held his grandson Cao Shuo. Cao Song's eyes kept staring at his grandson, as if thinking about something... Finally, he spoke. His tone became much calmer. "Change all the servants around him. From now on, Ruoer, like Ang'er, will be taken care of by me personally!"

Half confused and half awake, Cao Shu seemed to hear these words...

On his pale cheeks and the corners of his mouth slightly opened, Cao Shuo, who died young in history, finally survived his first disaster...

As the saying goes, the phoenix is ​​reborn after the disaster? Another new star in the Cao family is rising.

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Chapter completed!