[Three Kingdoms] After offending Wei Guoquan, I went to the peak of my life

Cao Pi knew that his father didn't like sweet and sour fruits, so this dish of grapes was obviously prepared for him alone.

Hearing his father's unexplained sigh, Cao Pi swallowed the fruit in his mouth, took the silk from the maid, and slowly wiped off the juice from his fingertips.

He considered the many thoughts in his mind, and tentatively said:

"Based on what my child has seen today, this Miheng seems to be different from the rumors."

"What is the difference?"

Cao Cao seemed to ask casually, but Cao Pi knew that this was an exam for him, so he grabbed a few points and displayed them in depth.

Although he didn't comment, but looking at Cao Cao's peaceful expression, he was obviously very satisfied with his answer.

When Cao Pi finished speaking, Cao Cao laughed: "Everyone thinks he is young and arrogant, crazy, headstrong without self-knowledge, even Gu was almost deceived by him. But judging by his words and deeds today, he is arrogant but not crazy. , Self-respect, it can be seen that all the past is just deliberate and reckless, pretending to be crazy and stupid."

Cao Pi was puzzled and said, "Could it be that what Ni Heng did before was all for self-defilement? Why did he do that?"

"There are only two possibilities for those who pretend to be crazy. One is for 'rare goods to live in', and the other is for people to 'stay away'."

Ever since Cao Cao knew that Mi Heng was not as "reckless" as he thought, he immediately wondered if the other party was acting arrogant on purpose to show that he was different from others and attract his attention.

After thinking about it later, Mi Heng's original appearance was really too disgusting. If it was just for the sake of being independent and gaining his reuse by using a slanted sword, there is no need to offend everyone, day after day. Edge testing.

Therefore, if Mi Heng's madness is really just a disguise, then he must be doing it for the second reason——

In order to make people stay away.

This "person" is not only Cao Cao, but also other officials and princes who make Ni Heng look down on him.

"Mi Heng prides himself on being a thousand-mile horse, acting as 'sexy', and looking for 'Bole' in the name of madness."

Cao Cao was a little more annoyed when he thought of Mi Heng's disparagement of his servants and generals.

"A fierce horse hurts people. Although it is a good horse, it makes a mess everywhere, kicks all those who come close to him, breaks the ribs, and bites the flesh. It is really hateful."

Cao Pi has never seen Mi Heng before, nor has he experienced the power of his poisonous tongue, but only has a good initial impression of Zheng Ping.

Therefore, although he understood Cao Cao's words, he did not have a deep understanding.

He digested the information Cao Cao just revealed word by word, and found a key point: "Then how to find Bole?"

Cao Cao raised his deep black pupils, glanced at the second son, and with his fingers, he picked up a grape seed that fell on the desk, and flew towards Cao Pi.

Cao Pi subconsciously leaned back, bent his waist to the extreme, flipped up and down the moment he avoided the grape seeds, and knelt on the ground again in a somersault, with his hands on his sides and one knee reaching the mat.

He raised his head and looked at Cao Cao with his long and narrow phoenix eyes in astonishment, not understanding why his father shot himself with grape seeds.

Cao Cao looked puzzled: "Bo Le knows horses, but horses don't know Bo Le. Strong horses are hard to tame, how can you tell the difference between good and bad? Even if you are Bo Le, he will still kick."

Cao Pi smelled a bit of resentment from his father's words, and immediately looked at his nose, nose and heart, and sat upright.

Cao Cao saw that he was so obedient, and snorted coldly in a low voice:

"If you want to make a fierce horse for your own use, the only word is 'tame'."

Cao Pi was thoughtful: "If you can't tame..."

"There are only horse riders who can't tame horses in the world, and there is no strong horse that can't be tamed." Cao Cao said firmly, "If you can't tame, then it's not a strong horse, but a lone wolf."

The lone wolf, the wolf Gu Zhixiang, will definitely come back.

The untamable lone wolf must be eradicated earlier.

On the other side, Zheng Ping, who returned to the neighboring Yamen with Kong Rong, knew nothing about this conversation.

He knew that Cao Cao would find out the subtle difference between him and the original owner because of his counterattack, so he had some ideas, and temporarily put aside his plan to mail him to Liu Biao.

But he didn't have a deep relationship with Cao Cao, didn't understand Cao Cao's thinking, didn't guess that Cao Cao would think so much, and directly exaggerated the original owner's behavior to a profound angle.

If Zheng Ping knew about Cao Cao's criticism just now, he would definitely take Mi Heng's place seriously and say: The original owner scolded people just for the sake of having fun, and scolded for fun, and had no other deep meaning.

He is not a Chu madman, and Cao Cao is not Kong Qiu.

Because Kong Rong had an official position, he went to handle official business as soon as he returned to his mansion.

The Shaofu Yamen is in charge of paying tribute and daily life, and its treasures and food are precious. The daily "office supplies" and "food benefits" are better than other places.Zheng Ping sat on a square couch of moderate hardness, covered with a layer of animal skins, leaning against a soft cushion on one side, and ate ointment rings from a low table.

The so-called cream rings are similar to the fried twist and donuts of later generations, each of which is the size of a fist, not too sweet, but very fragrant.

After Zheng Ping ate one, he felt a little tired. He took a drink made from three kinds of fruits next to him, took a few mouthfuls, and let out a satisfied sigh.

He sincerely felt that Mr. Kong's working environment was very good, and his quality of life was much higher than his previous life as a hermit.If you can enter the Shaofu, be a leisurely assistant official, eat soy sauce every day, eat tea, and be surrounded by an old friend who is one of the nine ministers and in charge of the entire Shaofu, it is a perfect pension fund.

"Unfortunately……"

It's a pity that there are still three princes above Jiuqing—Xu Du's actual speaker, Cao Cao, who is ranked Sikong.

Given the bad relationship between Cao Cao and him, even if he could get rid of his previous suspicions and recruit him to do things, it would be impossible to put him and Kong Rong together.

Zheng Pington finished the whole cup of fruit "tea", felt sleepy, and left the back hall where he entertained guests, and asked his attendants to take him to the wing room in the back yard to take a nap.

He was led by his attendants to the small room that Kong Rong occasionally used for lunch. He dismissed the attendants, took down the rattan couch hanging on the wall, laid it in the corner, and poured himself in.

Before falling asleep, he suddenly heard the faint sound of Guqin playing somewhere.

The sound of the zither, high mountains and flowing waters, was incomparably beautiful, but it broke Zheng Ping's drowsiness.

He opened his eyes, looked around the room, and saw a pan flute hanging on the wall as a decoration.

Zheng Ping took down the panpipe, played the silk and bamboo to make a moving music, and then...the sound of the silk and bamboo became extremely fierce.

It is obviously a melodious and rhythmic song, but it echoes Lingling's piano sound, but it gives people a feeling as if they are about to chop off the opponent's head with a hatchet.

Full of bravery and banditry.

The elegant sound of the piano paused for a moment, and then disappeared.

Zheng Ping, who chased away the "uninvited guest", put down the pan flute in satisfaction, fell on the couch and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

Across the wall from the Zongzhengyuan, a cold and handsome young man in soap clothes held down the strings, and slowly let go of his slender fingers, allowing the strings to slip away from his fingertips.

"Go and ask, who is playing the pan flute just now next door."

The servant boy standing by the wall promised in a low voice.

"Yes, Mr. Xun."