Cai Yong was nervous in the morning, and now the court situation is chaotic, the party is constantly fighting, the eunuchs and relatives are fighting for power, and the emperor is lustful and ignores the court affairs and only cares about pleasure, so he asked a few friends to go out to drink together in anger, and he didn't return home until the evening.

As a famous writer in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, Cai Yong was also good at astronomy and geography, good at poetry and eloquence and music, loved calligraphy, and created calligraphy in flying white style.

Cai Yong went back to the house and asked the housekeeper a few words, the housekeeper explained them one by one, and asked Miss again, the housekeeper thought for a while and said, "Miss went out to play today, and came back to look worried." ”

"Oh, go down! I'll go see Yan'er. ”

Steward Cai bowed his head and saluted Cai Yong.

Cai Yong came to the backyard and saw that the light in his daughter's room was still on, and stood outside the door for a while to ask people to find Cai Yan's personal maid. "Cui'er, Miss will encounter something annoying when she goes out today." Cai Yong asked

Cui'er told Cai Yong what she encountered in Juxian Building today, and said, "Miss became sullen when she read that poem, I don't know what's going on?" ”

Cai Yong heard this and said, "You go down first!" I will take good care of Miss Wait. Cui'er listened and bowed, and waited for the master to enter the door before leaving

Cai Yong knocked on the door gently, waited for a long time and didn't see her daughter open the door, so she pushed the door in by herself, and saw her daughter holding her head with her hands and looking down at something, which fascinated her deeply, as if Cui'er called it a fan.

Gently walked to her daughter's side, looked at her daughter's appearance, and couldn't help sighing in her heart. Cai Yan's mother fell ill and left when she was a child, and his daughter was brought up by him, and he was very distressed when he saw his daughter preoccupied.

Cai Yong heard his daughter say: "I just frowned, but I was in my heart." "What are these words? Cai Yong heard that he picked up the fan that his daughter was looking at and looked at it, which shocked Cai Yan, and saw that it was Cai Yong who got up, "When will Daddy arrive, why don't you notify your daughter," Cai Yong didn't answer and looked at the fan and wrote in an unknown font: "A Cut of Plum, Red Lotus Fragrance Residual Jade Autumn", Red Lotus Fragrance Residual Jade Autumn. Lightly untie Luo Shang and go on the Lanzhou alone. Who in the clouds sends the brocade book, when the goose word returns, the moon is full in the west building. The flowers float and the water flows freely. One lovesickness, two sorrows. There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I frowned, but I was in my heart. Youzhou Li Zhen.

Good poems, good words! Cai Yong thought: "Daughter, this is the poem that makes you sullen!" Cai Yan blushed: "How can there be!" The daughter just watched the poems write sad words, and she was too fascinated. ”

"Yes! This poem is really well written, this style has never been precedented, especially this character is another Chinese font, I really want to see this person named Li Zhen. Cai Yong stroked his beard with words

Cai Yan smelled the smell of wine on Cai Yong's body and wrinkled his nose: "Father has gone out to drink again, you have to pay attention to your body." ”

Cai Yong shook his head: "Alas! This situation is worrying! But today I saw another calligraphy very fond, daughter, you rest early, I will take this fan tonight to see, and I will return it to you tomorrow morning. "Father takes it, father also rests early, and his daughter sends you out late at night." Cai Yan took Cai Yong's arm and sent Cai Yong out of the door

But tonight is destined for Cai Yan to lose sleep for the first time, and he keeps thinking of Li Zhen's poems in his mind.

Li Zhen didn't know about this, if he knew, he would laugh, and the first talented woman of the Three Kingdoms would also think that my poems would have insomnia, but unfortunately Li Zhen wouldn't know about it