As soon as Gongsun Jing went out, Lu Lingqi came out from behind the screen with a smile on her face, and her voice was sweet and greasy:

"Husband, what's the matter with Miss Cai Yan?"

Zhang Fan sneered: "Ahem, Cai Yan's father, Cai Bo, is a talented man who knows a lot about Chinese affairs, and he should continue to be a post-history, which is a great canon for a generation." Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info and loyal and filial piety, and sit nameless, punish nothing is unexpected? ”

Lu Lingqi's smile did not decrease by half, "So you sent someone from the tea division to try to rescue him, right?" ”

Zhang Fan looked sad and said in a heavy tone:

"Exactly. Unfortunately, it didn't work out. Although Chasi's spies successfully infiltrated the prison and dredged the jailers, they could completely rescue him. However, Cai Zhonglang was iron-clad and arrogant, and he would rather keep the festival than take a step out of the prison door, and was finally killed by Wang Yun. ”

Lu Lingqi should have heard of Cai Yong, and when she heard this, she smiled, showed a gloomy look, and said in surprise:

"Cai Zhonglang is dead?"

Zhang Fan nodded heavily, and Lu Lingqi asked again:

"I heard that he was imprisoned by Wang Yun because he cried Dong Zhuo's death, right?"

Zhang Fan sighed faintly: "The one who is a confidant dies, and Cai Yong cries Zhuo, but it is not not." Di Zhuo is not a confidant, but Yong is turned into a confidant and dies, alas! ”

Lu Lingqi was silent, and her eyes were red unconsciously......

Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, it was so dangerous, and he finally fooled it over......

……

The first rays of the sun with warmth, shining straight and obliquely on the bed, the summer breeze blowing refreshingly, and the cheerful and crisp song of birds in the distance woke up the silent morning.

After all, there is no air conditioning and no fan in this era, and he will sweat a lot at night, so he naturally has to take a new bath in the morning.

Zhang Fan, who took a cold shower, was refreshed, changed into civilian clothes, and Zhang Fan summoned Gongsun Jing and asked him to bring Cai Yan to see him.

After a short time, Gongsun Jing came back and said to Zhang Fan:

"Lord, Cai Yan has arrived."

Zhang Fan put down the book in his hand, raised his head, and saw a slender hand with white skin like jade open the curtain and walk into a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.

The girl was dressed in plain clothes, with a plain face facing the sky, as pretty as a peach in three springs, and as pure as a chrysanthemum in nine autumns.

A simple bun was tied on his head, and a hairpin was held with an eight-treasure jade chrysanthemum hairpin, like a floating cloud. The bright sunlight shone on her face, making her complexion even more radiant and bright.

The long eyelashes tightly covered the pair of sheared autumn pupils trembling slightly, the eyes were elegant and demure, and the eyes looked back at the flowing waves, like a pretty Jiangnan woman; But there is a trace of stubborn ripples, and it has the charm of a daughter of the north.

Soft and full red lips, delicate and delicate Xiao Yao's nose was born delicately on her beautiful and pure, quiet and elegant stunning beauty, coupled with her graceful and smooth cheeks, blown pink face, and a pair of soft and round finely shaved fragrant shoulders under the white and delicate straight jade neck, which is suspected to be a nine-day fairy descending to the earth.

Cai Yan bowed down, exhaled like an orchid, starry eyes flowed, cherry lips opened slightly, and her voice was like an empty valley orchid, soft and soft:

"Cai Yan, the daughter of the criminal minister, meet the champion Hou."

Even if Zhang Fan read all the beautiful women, he had to admit that Cai Yan was indeed beautiful in temperament, and he was stunning in the world, and even a few guards on the side looked back frequently, causing Gongsun Jing to look at them angrily and warn them with his eyes.

Women should be pretty, three points of filial piety. Cai Yan undoubtedly vividly interprets the truth of this proverb.

Zhang Fan hurriedly said: "No courtesy, sit down, and serve tea." ”

"Xie Junhou."

Zhang Fan asked in a homely tone: "Lingzun's matter...... I already know, Miss Cai, please take care of your body and mourn by the way. ”

"Thank you, Prince." Cai Yan's face was full of weather, and his complexion didn't look very good.

Of course, Zhang Fan still has to explain a few words, so as not to be regarded by Cai Yan as an enemy who covets his beauty and kills his father.

He coughed lightly and said:

"Actually, I have already asked someone to buy off the jailer, and I have also prepared a death row prisoner as a stand-in, but unfortunately Ling Zunning refused to obey and insisted on refusing to leave the prison, so I ......"

Cai Yan said softly: "My father's temperament and temperament Yan knows well, as early as when he was imprisoned, he had already had the will to die, and asked someone to give all the books and cars he had in his possession to Wang Cang, a native of Gaoping County, Shanyang County. ”

Wang Cang, the one who is the head of the seven sons of Jian'an? Sure enough, it is a literati style, Zhang Fan remembers hearing an anecdote:

One day, Cai Yong heard that Wang Cang was asking to see him outside the door, so he hurriedly went out to greet him, and he didn't even care if his shoes fell down. As soon as Wang Cang entered the door, because he was young and short, the room was full of surprise. Cai Yong said:

"This prince and grandson also have talents, so I might as well do it. My books and articles should be given. ”

After Cai Yong's death, he fulfilled his promise and donated his collection of more than 6,000 volumes to Wang Cang.

……

Zhang Fan's admiration arose spontaneously, after all, books in this year are not cabbages, they are treasures that money may not buy. Ordinary people don't want to give it away, even if relatives and friends borrow it to take a look, they may not be willing to agree.

Cai Yong actually gave more than 6,000 books to an outsider, and he was not his disciple, he was worthy of a generation of great Confucianism, and the grandmaster's bearing was indeed beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Zhang Fan praised from the bottom of his heart: "Cai Zhonglang's talent in the world, the law of descendants, Zhang Da's virtue, boundless." Admirable! ”

Cai Yan bowed down again, and his tone was a little close:

"Thank you Junhou, my father also admired Junhou very much during his lifetime, and there are many words of praise."

Zhang Fan smiled: "Really? That's a real honor. ”

Zhang Fan sighed and said:

"I tried to say to people: Today's people all think that Cai Yong is crying Dong Zhuo, which is a solid argument. However, there are extenuating circumstances, and there are enough records of things, so what? Death for each of his confidants. There are people who are graced, and others are solid, and in this person Yao Shun also, how can it be generalized? ”

"Dong Zhuocheng is Yong's confidant, crying and repaying him, killing and mutilating, it is not an exaggeration. If the momentum is prosperous, it will borrow the rest of the run, and if the momentum is declining, it will be gone, and even for the manipulation, for the stone, and everything will come. After all, Cai is a gentleman, and this generation is really a villain. ”

Since Cai Yong was questioned and imprisoned, most of what Cai Yan has received is derogatory scolding for his father, after all, Chang'an City is full of people who regard Dong Zhuo as an enemy, hate the house and Wu, and naturally have no good impression of their family.

But after listening to Zhang Fan's words, Cai Yan's heart was shocked, and he didn't realize that he had already burst into tears, and he knelt down again and again, crying silently:

"Today, if you have a sentence from the prince, my father is enough to look at him!"

Zhang Fan hurriedly helped her up and said with relief:

The young lady was serious. Fan just said his heart, so that the people who respected the spirit of the people also, at first to call for trouble with dangerous words, and finally to punish the party thieves, all of them are angry. ”

Cai Yan's cheeks suddenly flushed, and she was slightly shy, and gently broke away from Zhang Fan's hand that grabbed her arm. Zhang Fan hurriedly apologized:

"Sorry, rude."

Under Cai Yan's creamy snow skin, a layer of rouge faintly revealed, and he lowered his head......

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