Dong Zhuo was a decisive person.
That afternoon, he decided to visit Cai Yong's residence.
He also wanted to inquire about Cai Yong's opinion on the recent situation in the world.
It couldn't be helped. Among the literati under Old Dong, only Cai Yong could be considered a celebrity.
The rest of the people were either people who opposed Old Dong or bootlickers like Wang Yun.
Cai Yong's mansion wasn't big, but the surrounding environment was pretty good.
Small bridges, flowing water, and houses.
These three elements, which rarely appeared in Luoyang at the same time, had miraculously appeared around Cai Yong's mansion.
"Cai Bo, are you at home?"
Dong Zhuo waved his huge palm and knocked on the door of Cai Yong's mansion.
With their friendship, they naturally didn't need to care too much about the etiquette system.
"Bah!"
"Dong Zhongying, you old thing, what are you doing?”
"My zither music has been disrupted by you.”
Cai Yong got up from the courtyard and ordered the doorman to open the door.
In Cai Yong's hand, he was holding a zither.
Apart from his literary attainments, Cai Yong was also well-versed in the zither.
However…
Old Dong was a rough man, so he didn't know anything about the zither.
He raised his hand indifferently and looked at Cai Yong with slight disdain, saying,
"Why are you fiddling with this broken zither every day?”
"Don't tell me I can give you a golden egg?”
Cai Yong automatically ignored Old Dong's vulgar words.
This zither of his indeed had a great background.
It could be considered a historical site, and it was definitely not something that money could measure.
When his eldest daughter, Cai Zhaoji, was engaged to Wei Zhongdao, Cai Yong had considered using this zither as part of his daughter's dowry.
But later, before Cai Zhaoji could marry him, Wei Zhongdao had already passed away and was not blessed to enjoy the gentleness of a beauty.
And this zither remained in Cai Yong's hands.
However…
Ever since Wei Zhongdao's death, the Wei family of the east of the river often attributed Wei Zhongdao's death to Cai Zhaoji.
He thought that Cai Zhaoji was an unlucky person, which led to Wei Zhongdao's early death.
Cai Yong tried to explain.
However, in this era, superstitions were deeply rooted in people's hearts.
Adding on the Wei family's deliberate smearing, Cai Yong could not defend himself.
Even though he was a leading figure in the literary world of the Great Han Dynasty, he could not defend his daughter.
After that, no one in Cai Yong's residence dared to propose marriage to Cai Zhaoji.
As a result, Cai Zhaoji was already over 20 years old, but she was still living in the Cai Residence. No one wanted to marry her.
She could be considered an older leftover woman in this era.
Cai Zhaoji's marriage had also become a worry for Cai Yong, his old father.
Unable to relieve the depression in his heart, Cai Yong could only play the piano every day to ease it.
And Dong Zhuo, this busy man, had specially come to visit today.
Cai Yong immediately guessed that this guy must have something to ask him for help.
Therefore, after taking a seat, Cai Yong went straight to the point,"
"Tell me, what is it that requires the dignified Prime Minister to personally come to this old man's residence?”
"Uh…Actually, this matter is not a big deal, but I really can't make up my mind, so I want to ask you for help.”
Dong Zhuo laughed and rubbed his hands.
As long as he was cultured, he would have helped Gu Yi take the crown.
But the main point was…
Old Dong was literate.
However, he was born in the frontier, so he really could not be considered cultured.
The ink in his stomach was only better than nothing.
Fortunately, he knew a great scholar like Cai Yong.
As the saying goes.
It was easy to do things with people in the court.
It was the same in the literary world.
With Cai Yong's level of education, who in the world would dare to say that his crown was not good?
"Alright."
"Since it's you, Dong Zhongying, I can't refuse.”
"However, to be honest, this old man also has a favor to ask of you.”
Cai Yong's eyes flashed with a cunning look.
In reality.
Even if Dong Zhuo didn't come to find him.
He was also going to visit Dong Zhuo at the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Since Dong Zhuo came personally today, he might as well ask Dong Zhuo to help him.
"Bastard!"
"Cai Bo Xin, are you trying to trick me?”
Dong Zhuo pretended to be afraid and leaned back slightly.
Seeing Dong Zhuo's expression, Cai Yong's face darkened and he said in a deep voice,
"Bah!"
"You're the grand Prime Minister."
"Do you think I can harm you with my weak strength?”
"Actually, it's nothing else.”
"It's about Zhao Ji's marriage."
"You also know that after Wei Zhongdao died, no one in Luoyang dared to marry Zhao Ji.”
"This old man is also old. If I can't marry Zhao Ji off, how will this old man face Zhao Ji's mother who has long passed away in the afterlife?”
Hearing this, Dong Zhuo's smile disappeared.
Cai Zhaoji's marriage had long become a worry in Cai Yong's heart.
Cai Yong wanted to find a reliable young talent to marry Cai Zhaoji off.
But the problem was…
Not to mention the young masters of aristocratic families.
Even the Humble Class and commoners were wary of Cai Zhaoji's reputation.
There were many single men in the Western Liang Army.
But…with Cai Zhaoji's weak personality, could she marry a group of murderous geniuses who only knew how to fight?
Definitely not!
Just as Dong Zhuo was puzzled.
Cai Yong suddenly said,
"Zhong Ying, I heard that you have a young military advisor under you. I think his name is Gu Yi, right?”
"What do you think if Zhao Ji marries him?”
"Bang!"
As soon as he finished speaking, it was like a heavy hammer smashing onto Old Dong's head.
"Cai Bo, I treat you as a close friend, but you want to snatch my grandson-in-law!？”
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