Chapter 70

Dong Zhuo was a man of decisive action.

That afternoon, he decided to go to Cai Yong's residence to sit for a while.

And incidentally inquire about this old man Cai Yong's views on the world situation over the recent period.

There was no help for it; among the literati under Dong Zhuo's rule, only Cai Yong could be called a famous person.

As for the rest of those guys, they were either people who opposed Dong Zhuo or sycophants like Wang Yun who only knew how to flatter.

Cai Yong's residence could not be called large, but the surrounding environment was quite good.

Small bridges, flowing water, and homes.

These three elements, which were hard to appear together in Luoyang city, had miraculously all presented themselves around Cai Yong's residence.

"Cai Bojie, are you home?"

Dong Zhuo waved his huge palm and patted the door of Cai Yong's residence.

Given the friendship between them, there was naturally no need to pay too much attention to ritual and law.

"Bah!"

"Dong Zhongying, you old fellow, what are you patting for?"

"My zither music has been disrupted by you, you scoundrel."

Cai Yong got up from the courtyard, cursing, and ordered the gatekeeper to open the door.

And in Cai Yong's hand, what he was holding just now was an ancient zither.

Besides literary attainments, Cai Yong also had quite a bit of research in the way of the zither.

However.

As for ancient zithers and such, Dong Zhuo, a rough man, understood absolutely nothing.

He raised his hand indifferently, looked at Cai Yong with slight contempt, and said:

"Why do you fiddle with this broken zither every day?"

"Could it be that it can lay golden eggs for you?"

Facing Dong Zhuo's "vulgar words," Cai Yong automatically defaulted to ignoring them.

This ancient zither of his indeed had a great background.

It could be considered an ancient relic, absolutely not measurable by money.

Previously, when his eldest daughter Cai Zhaoji was engaged to Wei Zhongdao, Cai Yong had considered using this ancient zither as one of his daughter's dowries.

But later, before Cai Zhaoji could marry over, Wei Zhongdao had already breathed his last, having no fortune to enjoy the beauty's tenderness.

And this ancient zither thus remained in Cai Yong's hands.

However.

Ever since Wei Zhongdao died, the Hedong Wei family often attributed Wei Zhongdao's death to Cai Zhaoji from time to time.

Believing that Cai Zhaoji was an unlucky person, which led to Wei Zhongdao's early death.

Regarding this, Cai Yong tried to explain.

But in this era, feudal superstitious thoughts had long been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Added to the Wei family's deliberate smearing, Cai Yong was unable to defend himself.

Even though he was a leader of the Great Han literary world, he was ultimately unable to defend his daughter.

After that, no one in Cai Yong's residence dared to come and propose marriage to Cai Zhaoji.

Consequently, Cai Zhaoji was already over twenty, yet still lived in the Cai residence, with no one to marry her.