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In the carriage, Zhang Zhengdao patted Wang Sanguan on the shoulder again and said: "We have agreed, don't use force."

Wang Sanguan replied: "Do you think I am you?"

Zhang Zhengdao smiled and said: "Except for Xichun, you can't touch other women."

Wang Sanguan pursed his lips and said, "I'm not you, so I'm going to show mercy."

Zhang Zhengdao saw that he always looked down on him, so he said rudely: "If you had my ability, would Xichun still use me? I'm afraid that by then, she would still look down on you, a chick who doesn't even have hair.

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Wang Sanguan became angry and shouted: "You are the chick."

Zhang Zhengdao chuckled and said, "Oh, if it weren't for your mother serving me so well, do you think I would give you a chance to get close to Xichun?"

"Of course, the main reason for giving you the opportunity is your bastard father who doesn't understand the good things of the Lin family." Zhang Zhengdao added in his heart.

Wang Sanguan tightened his fists again, holding back his anger, and stared at Zhang Zhengdao fiercely.

Zhang Zhengdao said with disdain on his face: "Come on, call me dad and listen."

Wang Sanguan wanted to punch, but when he thought that Han Xichun was still in Zhang Zhengdao's clutches, he endured it and just turned his head away, ignoring him.

The carriage moved forward, and after about an hour, it stopped. The driver called out: "Your Majesty, we have arrived."

Zhang Zhengdao stopped talking to him about these useless things, lifted the curtain and got out of the carriage.

I saw a high-walled compound standing in front of me. Cai Jing's house in Hangzhou is really magnificent. Even the wall is so high that it is intimidating.

"Wait for us outside first." Zhang Zhengdao told the driver to wait outside the house.

Carrying the heavy gold on his back, he took Wang Sanguan to the side door of Cai Mansion, reached out and slapped the door knocker several times.

After a while, the side door opened a gap, and an old doorman in his forties stretched out his head, glanced at Zhang Zhengdao, and said impatiently: "Who is calling the door randomly, do you know where this is?"

Zhang Zhengdao smiled and said, "Of course I know." After saying that, one ingot of ten taels of silver was already copied into his hand and stuffed into the old man's hand.

The old man stuffed the money into his sleeves with ease, and asked in a gentler tone: "Who are you? What do you want to do when you come to Cai's house?"

Zhang Zhengdao took out the greeting card from his arms, handed it to the old man, and said with a smile: "So that I can let my father know that the person next to me is the former Taoxi Recruitment Envoy, the Xihe Road Economic Strategy and Comfort Envoy, and the Ningyuan Army Jiedu

Send Wang Cai, Wang Hou's son, to come and pay homage to Mr. Cai."

The old man glanced at Wang Sanguan, then at Zhang Zhengdao, and asked, "Who are you?"

Zhang Zhengdao stretched his back and said, "I am Wang Jiedushi's cousin."

The old disciple looked at the two young men up and down, a little disbelieving, but he had just accepted the filial piety and the greeting card. As for whether they were Wang Hou's family members, he couldn't confirm it.

"You guys stay here for now, I'll go report to my husband." After the old man finished speaking, he closed the side door.

Hearing the footsteps of the old disciple leaving, Zhang Zhengdao didn't take it seriously. With Wang Sanguan's relationship, Cai Jing would definitely meet them.

It seems that Wang Sanguan had a good life and found a good father, the famous general Wang Hou who made great military exploits, opened up territory for the Song Dynasty, and took over the land of Hehuang.

It's just that although Wang Sanguan's life is good, his mother's background is not good. Even if she gave birth to a son for Wang Hou, she was not recognized by the Wang family and was kicked out of the family.

Lin had no relatives, so she had no choice but to take her young Wang Cai back to her hometown of Qinghe County, buy some family property, and barely make ends meet.

Fortunately, when Wang Hou was still alive, he cared deeply about the orphan and widowed mother, and secretly gave her a lot of money, which was enough for her mother and son to survive.

Only five years ago, Wang Hou died of illness, and Lin's mother and son were forgotten by the Wang family, and there was no correspondence between them.

It's a pity that a generation of famous generals didn't even have a plan for their own son's future after his death.

Every time Mrs. Lin said this, her eyes filled with tears, she hugged Zhang Zhengdao's waist and cried endlessly.

This is why Zhang Zhengdao came to Hangzhou this time to burn Cai Jing's cold stove and insisted on taking this cheap son with him.

"It's so pitiful that the son of a famous general is in such a state of desolation!" Zhang Zhengdao looked at Wang Sanguan and couldn't help but shook his head and sighed.

Although Wang Sanguan is young, he also understands the purpose of Zhang Zhengdao's trip. When he left home, Lin had already told him many past events, and he also knew that his biological father was Wang Hou, a famous general who was powerful in the northwest.<

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But in his heart, he didn't recognize Wang Hou as his father. He didn't live with his father, and he hadn't even met him a few times. Of course, there was no family affection at all.

Not to mention these, just driving him and Lin out of the house mercilessly made Wang Sanguan have a deep hatred for the Wang family.

Zhang Zhengdao was afraid that he would be arrogant, so he asked again: "When you enter the Cai Mansion, you must not talk nonsense. I will handle everything. You must be respectful to Xianggong Cai and don't do bad things."

Wang Sanguan nodded in agreement.

The two of them waited in front of the mansion for a while. The old man came back, opened the side door, and seemed to be very respectful to the two of them.

"Two young masters, I am in the study, please come with me." The old disciple politely invited Zhang Zhengdao and Wang Sanguan into the house.

Zhang Zhengdao thanked him and said, "My husband, please come first."

The old man closed the side door and led the way for Zhang Zhengdao and Zhang Zhengdao.

As soon as you enter the door, you can really feel the luxury of Cai Jing's mansion. As a political "roly-poly" whose aesthetic taste can impress Zhao Ji, Cai Jing built this mansion to capture the essence of Jiangnan gardens.

The Cai Mansion was built along the topography of Fenghuang Mountain, with the central hall, pavilions, and interior rooms rising gradually along the mountain.

This is truly a paradise with beautiful mountains and clear waters and lush forests. Along the way Zhang Zhengdao passed by, he saw exotic flowers and plants, rugged rocks intertwined, palaces and pavilions confronting each other, pavilions and terraces facing each other, and mountains and hills, which are ingenious and ingenious, just like a heavenly palace.

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Living in such a mansion, Cai Jing not only did not feel disappointed when he was kicked out of Bianjing, but his mind became more calm. He spent all day cultivating himself in the mansion, became proficient in calligraphy, and even reached the pinnacle of creation.

Some time ago, he wrote a letter to Zhao Ji. The writing was full and full of force, and it read through the back of the paper. It was bold and unrestrained, hearty, cheerful and simple, calm and generous, strict but not restrained, and relaxed but not overstepping the rules.

After Zhao Ji received the letter, before reading the content, he praised Cai Jing's calligraphy to the chamberlain serving beside him: "No wonder Mi Fu, who has always been wild and arrogant, said to everyone that since Liu Gongquan, the only calligrapher among them is Cai Jing."

No, he, Mi Yuanzhang, can only settle for second place."

The chamberlain smiled apologetically and said: "To be considered number one in the world today, it is the official's thin golden body."

Zhao Ji shook his head and said: "In terms of flexibility and elegance, the thin gold font is indeed the best in the world, but in terms of vigor and power, Cai Jing's characters have already jumped on the paper and penetrated the back of the paper. I can't compare."