During the heyday of Dong Zhuo, he could have such a glory, which was created by himself. The rebellious officers of Xiliang and the intrigues in the court could be controlled by Dong Zhuo. Will such a person be a reckless man with a muscle-filled mind?

If the situation had not changed suddenly and Dong Zhuo was old, and if he had no son, he would have been discouraged, so he was greedy for pleasure and ended up like that.

Of course, for such a person, he probably won’t feel regretful. So-called after I die, I don’t care about the floods. Anyway, I don’t even have a son, and I have no hope when I get old. What’s the use of laying a big foundation? And the resistance is so great, so I might as well enjoy it in the last time, and I’m willing to die even if I die.

The key to Wang Yun’s success lies in Dong Zhuo himself. As for Lu Bu, hehe, this is a real reckless man and does not play a decisive role.

Zhao Yu returned home disappointed.

I didn't see the beauties who were fascinating in the country. Some popular legends are just legends after all.

There are people who lose the world because of women, but they are definitely not Dong Zhuo.

After coming out of the palace, Zhao Yu was a little excited.

The emperor did not ask him to take him away again, probably already understood Zhao Yu's attitude. The rich man Liu Xie was definitely unwilling to do it. He would rather be full and hungry in the palace than leave this huge vortex and be an ordinary person.

After all, he didn't know it, so Zhao Yu certainly had no reason to care about him.

The streets and alleys of Chang'an were like mazes. Zhao Yu walked aimlessly. As he walked, he somehow came to a quiet alley. There was a courtyard in front, white banners were erected outside the door, and an old servant and a woman were wearing mourning clothes at the door. There were scattered people with extraordinary temperaments and heavy expressions. They greeted the old servant and the woman and went in to pay their respects.

Zhao Yu looked at it intently—Cai Mansion.

His eyes flashed for a moment and he walked up.

As the saying goes, a woman should be pretty and filial. Although her face is a bit haggard and weak, her literary intellectual temperament cannot be concealed by the beautiful and beautiful. Zhao Yu's eyes lit up.

"But Cai Zhonglang's mansion?"

Zhao Yu stepped forward and bowed.

The woman returned the gift: "It's the new mourning of Cai's father. If you have something to do, please come again."

Zhao Yu shook his head: "I heard that Cai Zhonglang was imprisoned, but I didn't expect... Is Zhao Ji in front of me? Please forgive me for the change."

Cai Yan bowed and bowed: "Thank you, Mr., please come in."

When I saw the Cai Mansion before and saw this beautiful and intellectual woman, the answer suddenly emerged in Zhao Yu's heart.

This is the residence of Cai Mansion, Cai Yong and Cai Boyi. This woman is the talented woman who has been famous throughout the ages, Cai Yan and Cai Zhaoji. Later generations changed their name to Wenji because they avoided Sima Zhao's name.

Cai Yong was the last master of verse and poetry, one of the great scholars at the end of the Han Dynasty. In academic terms, his status was roughly only below Zheng Xuan. Cai Yong was honest, but because of his academic research, he was not good at power and skills. Since he entered the officialdom, he had been repeatedly exiled and persecuted.

Calculate the time, it is also the year that returns.

Cai Yong's murder was probably due to his talent and reputation in the cultural world. Because Cai Yong was very talented and famous all over the world, after Dong Zhuo controlled the government, he planned to set Cai Yong as an example in order to win over people in the cultural world. Cai Yong was originally unwilling, but Dong Zhuo threatened him and could only let Dong Zhuo recruit him. But Dong Zhuo was indeed very good to him, so he would not mention his promotion to several levels. The key is to respect him in many places.

As a literary youth, Cai Yong valued this kind of respect. So after Dong Zhuo's death, he sighed sadly and was thrown into prison by Wang Yun. Cai Yong died in prison, probably just a little before Wang Yun. Wang Yun was finished.

After counting the time, it should have been at least one or two months since Cai Yong died. But in the previous month or two, Chang'an was too chaotic. Now that the situation is a little calm, the Cai family has been mourning for it.

After entering Cai’s Mansion, Zhao Yu saw that not many people came to pay their respects. There were only more than ten people. Most of them were literati, and they all looked very literary. Those who could be friends with Cai Yong could not be ordinary people after all.

If the situation is stable and the Cai family is in a funeral, there are countless scholars in the world who come to mourn him. But now the war has been blocking exchanges from all over the country for many years. In this case, someone can come to mourn him, which shows that Cai Yong's status in people's hearts is not equal.

Cai Yong should have been buried long ago, and he was mourning his clothes. Many of these scholars cried loudly, or sang the eloquences written by Cai Yong. With the sound of the words, the entire Cai Mansion was in a desolate state.

Zhao Yu admires great scholars like Cai Yong. In fact, no matter how much discussions are made in later generations and the inheritance of civilization are inseparable from these great scholars. Without them, the entire civilization would be dark.

They are the complete embodiment of an important aspect of humanity.

A saint is not born in heaven, and it will be like the long night forever. The great masters after the saints hold the torch lit by the saints and pass it on to thousands of years.

Zhao Yu sincerely bowed three times.

Then he was alone in Cai’s mansion and took a look.

Cai Yong was a pure and upright person. Speaking of which, the Cai family was also a great family in Chenliu. However, Cai Yong was not rich. Or maybe Dong Zhuo had not given him many rewards, probably he had not accepted it. Scholars like him, no matter what, they always had to be a noble person. Real scholars were truly noble, while fake scholars were false noble. Cai Yong was a real scholar, and there was no doubt that this was true.

He was a master of Cifu, and the last master of Cifu. He was a calligrapher and the creator of Feibai's book. He was a master of music. Cai Yan's music was taught by her father Cai Yong. He was an expert of academics. Many of his academic works were lost in later generations, but the review of Xiping Stone Classics and continued writing of the Dongguan Han Dynasty were fascinating.

Zhao Yu felt that although Cai Yong had been an official for many years, he was not polluted by the dark officialdom in the late Han Dynasty. He was essentially a pure literary master. He was completely different from many other fake scholars who were seeking profit by the reputation of literature.

The yard of Cai Mansion is not big, with a few old trees and two stone tables, and that's all. Even the house looks old, or because Cai Yong lives here, there seems to be a gentle and elegant atmosphere. Zhao Yu did not enter the backyard, and he did not invite him to enter the backyard at will.

Zhao Yu seemed to be wandering outside the crowd, waiting until the mourning people came and went, and it was almost dark.

The old servant closed the door, and Cai Yan dragged his heavy steps before seeing Zhao Yu still sitting there.

Before Cai Yan could speak, Zhao Yu stood up and said first: "Zhao Ji may not know me, my name is Zhao Yu, and I came from Puyang, Dongjun, Yanzhou."

"Mr. Zhao."

Cai Yan showed a hint of thought, and in her memory, the name could not be found.

Zhao Yu smiled and said, "Don't think too much about Zhaoji. I don't know Cai Zhonglang, but Cai Zhonglang's name has long been well known. Speaking of which, it was also a coincidence today. I came out of the palace and was aimless and happened to come here. It would be impossible to say anything if I didn't worship Cai Zhonglang."

Zhao Yu did not hide it, he had something to say.

Cai Yan was not angry when she heard this. She felt that Zhao Yu was very sincere, which was completely different from the hypothesis of most people.

He said: "All those who mourn my father have left. Is there anything Mr. Zhao?"

Zhao Yu nodded, looking at the tall woman in front of him who was almost as tall as his eyes, and felt regretful for her future experience.

How hard is beauty?

If Zhao Yu didn't come today, or hadn't remembered this talented woman, according to the original historical direction, two or three years later, Li Jue and others were in conflict with each other, and when Guanzhong was in chaos, the Xiongnu Bingzhou seized the opportunity to go south and plunder and kidnap her. From then on, she was lonely in the barren land of the northern barren land for many years, and only after Cao Mengde unified the north and subdued the Xiongnu, he brought her back.

It is so sad that I can't bear to look at it.

Of course, perhaps now that Cao Mengde has helped Zhao Yu, the situation in the world has changed impermanently, and this may not happen. But since he encountered it, Zhao Yu felt pity for the fragrance and jealousy.

"I do have something to say to Zhao Ji."

Zhao Yu said: "I heard that Cai Zhonglang and Cao Mengde are both teachers and friends, and I am also close friends with Cao Mengde. Now that Cai Zhonglang has passed away, Zhao Ji is lonely and helpless. According to my opinion, you might as well follow me to Guandong. In Puyang, Cao Mengde is at least responsible. What does Zhao Ji think?"

Cai Yan showed a smile on his face, but shook his head: "Sir, good intentions, Zhao Ji is grateful. I don't want to rely on others, please go back."

"Miss..."

The old servant next to him couldn't help but say, "The master is gone, the lady is still old, so it's good to go out for a walk..."

Cai Yan just shook her head.

Zhao Yu advised: "I'm not an exaggeration - Chang'an is not stable. Li Jue, Guo Si and others are all tigers and wolves. When Dong Zhuo was still there, they could suppress them. Now Dong Zhuo is dead. The tigers and wolves have control over the emperor and their ambitions are out of control. I predict that they will definitely be in a row because of the struggle for power and profit, and in the past two or three years, once the fire is merged, there will be no peace in Chang'an. The military discipline of the Western Liang army is corrupt, and once the beacon is ignited, the crisis can be imagined. Moreover, Bingzhou is in the north of Guanzhong, and Bingzhou has been out of control of the imperial court, and barbarians are scattered. If you seize the opportunity, you may not go south to Guanzhong. At that time, it will add fuel to the fire and make the injury worse."

"Cao Mengde has the ability to pass on the heaven and earth. I am also in Yanzhou. No matter Yuan Shao in the north or Yuan Shu in the south, I am not afraid of it. It will definitely be stable and peaceful. Zhao Ji goes to Yanzhou and does whatever he does. Isn't that a good thing? As for hiding under someone else's roof, he is too serious."

After hearing this, the old servant couldn't help but say, "Miss, the little lady and his wife are still in Chenliu's hometown. All the past has passed. The master said there is no need to worry, so why bother, Miss..."

Cai Yan bit her lip lightly and just said nothing.

The old servant bowed to Zhao Yu and said, "The little old man doesn't know what Mr. Zhao is from, but the lady's life is miserable. Please don't hurt the lady again."

Zhao Yu said: "Although I am not a wise man, I will not deceive such a pitiful woman."
Chapter completed!