Chapter 42 Beauty

During Dong Zhuo's heyday, the scenery that he had was the result of his own creation. Dong Zhuo could control the unruly Xiliang officers and the intrigues in the court. Could such a person be a reckless man full of muscles?

If the situation hadn't changed suddenly, and Dong Zhuo was old and had no son, he might have been discouraged, so he was greedy for pleasure and ended up like that.

Of course, for such a person, they probably won’t regret it. After my death, who cares about the flood? Anyway, you don’t even have a son, and you have no hope when you get old. No matter how big a foundation you build, what’s the use? And since the resistance is so great, I might as well have fun in my last moments and be willing to die.

The key to Wang Yun's success lies in Dong Zhuo himself. As for Lu Bu, haha, he is a real reckless man and cannot play a decisive role.

Zhao Yu returned disappointed.

The beauties who captivated the country did not see that some popular legends were 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 felt a little unmotivated.

The emperor didn't ask him to take him away anymore, and he probably understood Zhao Yu's attitude. Rich man Liu Xie is definitely not willing to do it. He would rather have a good meal in the palace than leave this huge whirlpool and become an ordinary person.

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

The streets and alleys of Chang'an were like a maze. Zhao Yu walked aimlessly and somehow came to a quiet alley. In a courtyard in front, white flags were erected outside the door. At the door was an old servant and a woman, wearing linen and wearing mourning. There were scattered people, all with extraordinary temperaments and heavy faces, greeting old servants and women and going in to express their condolences.

Zhao Yu took a closer look - Cai Mansion.

His eyes couldn't help but flicker, and he walked up casually.

As the saying goes, a woman should be pretty and filial, and this woman wears linen and filial piety. Although her appearance is rather haggard and frail, there is a bookish intellectual temperament in her elegance that cannot be concealed. Zhao Yu's eyes lit up when he saw it.

"But at Cai Zhonglang's house?"

Zhao Yu stepped forward and bowed.

The woman returned the gesture and said, "It's the Cai Mansion. My father has recently passed away. If something happens, sir, please come back another day."

Zhao Yu shook his head: "I heard that Cai Zhonglang was imprisoned unjustly, but I didn't expect...that it was Zhao Ji in front of me? Please forgive me and obey."

Cai Yan bowed and said, "Thank you sir. Please come in, sir."

When he saw Cai Mansion before and saw this beautiful and intellectual woman, Zhao Yu suddenly had the answer in his mind.

This is Cai Mansion, the residence of Cai Yong and Cai Bojie. This woman is Cai Yan and Cai Zhaoji, a talented woman whose reputation has been passed down through the ages. Later generations changed the name to Wenji because Sima Zhao was taboo.

Cai Yong was the last great scholar of Ci and Fu and one of the great Confucians in the late Han Dynasty. Academically, his status is roughly only lower than Zheng Xuan. Cai Yong was an honest man, but because he studied academics, he was not good at political power. Since he became an official, he has been demoted and persecuted many times.

Calculating the time, this is also the year when I will die.

Cai Yong's murder was probably caused by his talent and reputation in the cultural world. Because Cai Yong was talented and famous all over the world, after Dong Zhuo took control of the government, in order to win over people in the cultural circles, he planned to set Cai Yong as an example. Cai Yong was originally unwilling, but Dong Zhuo threatened him and had no choice but to let Dong Zhuo conquer. But Dong Zhuo was indeed very good to him. Not to mention how many levels he was promoted, the key was to respect him in many aspects.

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

Calculating the time, it should be at least a month or two since Cai Yong died. But in the past month or two, Chang'an was too chaotic. Now that the situation has calmed down a bit, Cai Mansion is mourning him.

Entering Cai Mansion, Zhao Yu saw that there were not many people coming to express condolences. Just over ten people. And most of them are literati, and all of them look very literary. After all, those who can be friends with Cai Yong cannot be ordinary people.

If the situation is stable and the Cai family is mourning, there will be countless literati in the world who will come to express their condolences. But now that the war has been raging for many years, communication between various places has been blocked. Under such circumstances, people can still come to express their condolences. This shows that Cai Yong's status in people's hearts is not equal.

Cai Yong should have been buried long ago, and what is mourning is his clothes. Many of these scholars burst into tears. Or sing an elegy for Cai Yong. Amidst the singing and reciting, the entire Cai Mansion felt desolate.

Zhao Yu admires great scholars like Cai Yong. In fact, no matter what future generations discuss, the inheritance of civilization cannot be separated from these great scholars. Without them, entire civilization would be in darkness.

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

If heaven does not give birth to a saint, eternity will be like a long night. And the great scholars after the saints are the torchbearers who hold the torch lit by the saints and carry it for thousands of years.

Zhao Yu bowed three times sincerely.

Then he was alone in Cai Mansion, looking around.

Cai Yong was an upright man. Speaking of which, the Cai family was also a wealthy Chenliu family. However, Cai Yong was not rich. Or maybe Dong Zhuo didn't give him many rewards, and he probably didn't accept them. Scholars like him, no matter what, must always maintain a high level of integrity. True scholars are truly noble, while false scholars are falsely noble. There is no doubt that Cai Yong is a true scholar.

He is a master of Ci and Fu, and he is the last master of Ci and Fu. He is a calligrapher and the creator of Fei Bai Shu. He is a master of music. Cai Yan's music was taught by her father Cai Yong. He was a master of academics. Many of his academic works were lost in later generations, but his editing and editing of the Xiping Stone Classics and his continued writing of Dongguan Hanji are fascinating.

Zhao Yu feels that although Cai Yong has been an official for many years, he has not been contaminated by the dark officialdom of the late Han Dynasty. In essence, he is a pure literary master. It is completely different from many other fake scholars who seek profit in the name of literature.

The courtyard of Cai Mansion is not big, with a few old trees and two square stone tables, nothing more. Even the houses look old, or because Cai Yong lives here, there seems to be an elegant atmosphere lingering around. Zhao Yu didn't enter the backyard. There was no invitation from the owner. It would be rude to enter the backyard casually.

Zhao Yu seemed to be isolated from everyone. It was almost dark until the condolences came and went.

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

Zhao Yu stood up before Cai Yan could speak, and said first, "Zhao Ji may not know me. My name is Zhao Yu, and I come from Puyang, East County, Yanzhou."

"Mr. Zhao."

Cai Yan showed a trace of thought. She could not find this name in her memory.

Zhao Yu smiled and said: "Zhaoji, don't think too much. I don't know Cai Zhonglang, but Cai Zhonglang's name has long been known to my ears. Speaking of which, today is also a coincidence. I came out of the palace aimlessly and happened to come here. I didn't say goodbye. Once you pay homage to Cai Zhonglang, there is no way you can justify it."

Zhao Yu didn't hide it, he had something to say.

When Cai Yan heard this, he was not angry. She felt that Zhao Yu was very sincere, completely different from most people's pretense.

He said: "Everyone who expressed condolences to my father has left. Is there anything wrong with Mr. Zhao?"

Zhao Yu nodded, looking at the tall woman in front of him who was almost at eye level with him, feeling sorry for her future experiences.

What a hardship it is to be a beauty.

If Zhao Yu did not come today, or did not think of this talented woman, according to the original historical trend, Li Jue and others would have had internal strife two or three years later, and during the great chaos in Guanzhong, the Bingzhou Xiongnu would have seen the opportunity and went south to plunder her and take her captive. Walk. From then on, she lived alone in the barren land of the North for many years. It was only after Cao Mengde unified the north and surrendered to the Huns that he brought her back.

It's so miserable that I can't bear to look at it.

Of course, perhaps now that Cao Mengde has Zhao Yuxiang's help, the situation in the world has changed rapidly, and perhaps such a thing will not happen. But since they bumped into each other, Zhao Yu felt pity for her.

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

Zhao Yu said: "I heard that Cai Zhonglang and Cao Mengde were both teachers and friends, and Cao Mengde and I are also close friends. Now that Cai Zhonglang has passed away, Zhaoji is left alone and helpless. In my opinion, she might as well follow me to Guandong. In Puyang, Cao Mengde is taking care of Zhao. What does Ji think?"

A smile appeared on Cai Yan's face, but he shook his head: "Sir, Zhaoji appreciates your kindness. I don't want to be under someone else's care. Please come back, sir."

"Miss..."

The old servant beside him couldn't help but said: "The master has gone far away, and the young lady still has many years left, so she might as well go out for a walk..."

Cai Yan just shook his head.

Zhao Yu advised: "I'm not alarmist - Chang'an is not stable. Li Jue, Guo Si and others are all tigers and wolves. When Dong Zhuo was still alive, he could suppress them. Now that Dong Zhuo is dead, they, tigers and wolves, have control over them." After becoming the emperor, their ambitions are out of control. I predict that they will definitely fight for power and gain, and it will happen within the last two or three years. Once there is a fight, there will be no peace in Chang'an. Xiliang's military discipline is ruined, and once a beacon is ignited, The crisis can be imagined. Moreover, Bingzhou in the north of Guanzhong has been separated from the control of the imperial court, and barbarians are roaming freely. If you see the opportunity, you may not go south to Guanzhong. At that time, it will add fuel to the fire and make things worse."

"Cao Mengde has the ability to navigate the heavens and the earth. I am also in Yanzhou. No matter Yuan Shao in the north or Yuan Shu in the south, I will not be afraid. It will be stable and peaceful. When Zhaoji goes to Yanzhou, no matter what she does, she will be safe and stable. Isn't it a good thing? As for living under the fence of others, But that’s a strong statement.”

After hearing this, the old servant couldn't help but said: "Miss, the little miss and his wife are still in Chenliu's hometown. What happened in the past is in the past. The master said there is no need to worry about it, so why do you have to..."

Cai Yan bit his lip lightly and said nothing.

The old servant bowed to Zhao Yu and said, "I don't know where Mr. Zhao is from, but the young lady has a miserable life experience. Please, sir, please don't hurt the young lady again."

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

The old servant nodded: "It's not that I don't believe you, sir. It's that the world is dangerous and there's nothing you can do about it. I've been by your side for decades, and I've watched the young lady grow up. Not long ago, the young lady married Hedong Wei Zhongdao. Wei Zhongdao died of a serious illness. The young lady was hated by her husband's family. Therefore, she did not want to return to her hometown..."