Chapter 207 Broken Peach Branch

"Brother Super, why are you here..." When Cai Yan ran to Ma Chao and wanted to express his inner joy, he remembered Ma Teng's new funeral and hesitated not to come forward. And when she saw Ma Chao's look, there was a fear in her heart that she had never seen before.

Because he came forward, Cai Yan saw that Ma Chao's face was like frost, and there seemed to be a faint sense of death on his handsome face. And that dead spirit not only tormented Ma Chao's mind, but also rendered Ma Chao into a fierce ghost newly out of hell!

"Brother Super, what's wrong with you..." Cai Yan took a step back again. She had never seen Ma Chao so familiar and strange.

At this time, the sultry weather burned all the emotions, and Cai Yan couldn't speak. She hated her current awkward identity: if she was already the eldest woman of the Ma family, then she could use her warmth to drive away the sadness of Ma Chao. However, a few days ago, her father insisted on leaving, and she couldn't stand her father's death, so she had to follow...

At that time, she knew that there might have been a rift of trust and persistence between herself and Ma Chao. But what I didn't expect was that the forgiveness she had been vaguely looking forward to now was Ma Chao's indifference and ruthlessness!

Suddenly, Cai Yan felt a breeze blowing in the courtyard, driving the newly opened peach blossoms to sway. The flower heart trembled, but it was not blown down by the wind...

'Brother Chao may be saddened by his father's new funeral. Maybe he didn't blame himself for saying goodbye...' Cai Yan looked at the peach blossoms that had not been blown away by the wind and comforted himself.

"Someone came to find Cai..." Ma Chao glanced at Cai Yan, and his eyes seemed to turn around with warmth. Then the ice peak locked it and said.

"My father is in the study, and Yan'er takes Brother Chao in..." Cai Yan tried to save the cold crack between the two, but only heard Ma Chao say lightly:

"No need..." After saying that, Ma Chao strode to Cai Yong's study and did not look back at Cai Yan, who was stunned.

During this period, when he passed the peach branch that stretched out in front of him, he seemed to pause for a moment, but then he reached out like the wind and folded the peach branch into two!

And Cai Yan looked at the peach branch that was trampled by Ma Chao, and looked at the burly and straight figure. For a moment, she only felt that she was so far away from him that she didn't even know him!

Cai Yan finally couldn't stand Ma Chao's cold and violent destruction. His eyes turned red and he cried and ran away. When Ma Chao heard the crying behind him, he also felt his heartache and said to himself silently: Don't look back! At this time, you only need to pray that Cai Yong did not participate in the conspiracy to murder his father at all!

Although he passed on these national hatreds to that innocent girl, Ma Chao knew that he had gone too far. But he is a man, the son of Ma Teng, not a dog saint! He can't do it, he can't show even a smile in front of his enemy daughter who is suspected of killing his father and enemy!

After entering the study, Ma Chao saw that Cai Yong was still writing. He stood quietly in front of Cai Yong and watched Cai Yong's writing.

In addition to the history of classics and literature, Cai Yi is good at calligraphy and calligraphy. In particular, Lishu has the deepest attainments and the highest reputation, and has the current world evaluation of 'Cai Yongshu's backbone, refreshing and powerful'.

But Cai Yong's best job is not to write, but the 'flying white book' inspired by the repair department (called the Hongdu of the royal collection in the Eastern Han Dynasty) by the Ling Emperor. This kind of calligraphy, which is white in the strokes, seems to be written with a dead pen, which is a unique calligraphy.

At this time, it is really suitable to use this kind of withered writing to write a memorial to mourn Ma Teng. Ma Chao saw that Cai Yong didn't seem to see himself, so he wrote the four characters 'Qianqiu Zhongyi'. Looking around, there are also many other articles such as condolences in the study. It seems that Cai Yong has been using calligraphy to express his mood these days.

"Flying white is wonderful, and it is a combination of divine skills." After reading Cai Yong's last word, Ma Chao said, "Mr. Cai is indeed a famous calligrapher of the Han Dynasty. I'm afraid that Wei Dan under his command will be difficult to compare with him."

"Nephew!" Cai Yong found that Ma Chao was standing in front of him and suddenly burst into tears: "Brother Shoucheng is dedicated to the country and supports the Han Dynasty, but he doesn't want to..."

"So, did my uncle know about my father's entry into Chang'an?" Ma Chao responded coldly, moved his body slightly, and dodged Cai Yong's trembling hands.

"Why is my nephew like this?" Cai Yong was surprised and was stunned on the spot for a moment. He didn't expect that Ma Chao was so cold to him.

"Someone just want to know if his uncle knows about his father's entry into Chang'an?" Ma Chao said in a low voice again, and there was a trace of murder in his eyes: "Or is there also the credit of my uncle's father's entry into Chang'an?"

This murderous and joking words immediately woke up Cai Yong. He looked at Ma Chao with an unknown look and said, "Now the Han Dynasty is decadent, and Li Min suffers. Shoucheng's virtuous brother was dedicated to the country and entered the king of Beijing. With the power of one person, he monopolizes this building. He is so loyal and righteous. He should be famous for thousands of years and worthy of the righteousness of the famous Ma family... Although Shoucheng's virtuous brother died without regret, Dayi has its own reputation in spring and autumn. The virtuous nephew should be sorry for the change, and the soldiers will fight against the director..."

"Enough!" Ma Chao pulled out the iron sword around his waist and pointed to Cai Yong's neck and said coldly, "Old man, you read thousands of volumes of poetry books, and you don't even understand the principle of 'don't do to others what you want'?"

"What is the nephew talking about? Loyalty to the country is what the people of the Han Dynasty should do. Shoucheng's virtuous brother is so righteous that he should live up to someone's pen..."

"Old man, Dong Thief respects your reputation and threatened your comeback by slaughtering your whole family. In a few days, he has been promoted repeatedly. Is this your way to repay your kindness?

"At that time, I thought Dong Zhuo was a loyal minister who supported the Han Dynasty, but I didn't want to be the king of the Han Dynasty! Now I can't wait to eat its meat and bones!"

"Vinde well, if so, why don't you assassinate Dong in person? Dong Zhuo treats you very kindly. If you are surprised, won't it eliminate a disaster for the big man? Ma Chao looked at Cai Yong contemptuously. At this time, he only saw through these ignorant and calculating scholars!

"A certain scholar has no power to bind chickens. How can he assassinate..." Cai Yong was not ashamed at all, but said righteously, "Since ancient times, this has been the great disaster of the swords and soldiers of the Han Dynasty. Is it a problem solved by killing Dong Zhuo alone? Your new father, who doesn't know much justice, doesn't care about you... I hope you remember that you are the minister of the Great Man, and don't let your father's pains down!"

"Vit's very good, very good!" Ma Chao smiled miserably, and he finally saw the faces of these scholars: under their completely different ideas, his father and the 5,000 soldiers were originally tools for these scholars to show their so-called righteousness?

"You yellow-mouthed child, now you don't know the great righteousness, how dare you come here to question me. If it weren't for Shoucheng's loyalty, I would have let you go down in history and stink for ten thousand years!"

At this point, Ma Chao was not angry. He sighed leisurely: In history, Wang Yun killed you as a great writer, and later generations still felt that they were not wronged for you. Now it seems that you, a butcher with the so-called 'righte' as a knife and gun, arbitrarily judge the life and death of the world... Being killed by Wang Yun is really worthy of death!

Ma Chao looked at Cai Yong, who was angry, looked at him pitifully, put away the long sword in his hand, and left without saying a word...

"Hmm, yellow mouth vertical, unbearable to be taught!" Cai Yong looked at Ma Chao's back and couldn't help but be angry. However, it seemed that he saw the book he wrote again and sighed leisurely: "However, for the sake of Shoucheng's brother Qianqiu's loyalty, I won't care about him..."

But after the next quarter of an hour, Cai Yong was no longer so sanctimonous. Because their mansion suddenly broke into countless Western Liang soldiers and scraped up Cai Yong's calligraphy treasures, and Cai Yong himself was also tied up like Zongzi, escorted by those wolf-like soldiers and driven out of Fufeng County.

"Old man, you are loyal to the Han Dynasty and dedicated to the country. However, please forgive the Ma family for not knowing the great righteousness and not understanding the etiquette. I can't afford to raise you, a big Buddha. If you have eaten and drink for more than a year, you will use your ink treasure to pay off your debts. If you want to help the wind again, don't forget to bring enough winding!"

Ma Chao looked at Cai Yong, who was thrown to the roadside like a dead dog, and said with infinite contempt. Finally, he took a look at Cai Yan, who was about to cry, and resolutely turned around, leaving no trace of warmth for Cai Yan!