It turned out to be a fool who begs for food.

The officer showed contempt. The ant-like thing was not worth his personal action, so he waved his hand and asked Xiahou An to get out quickly.

Xiahou An nodded and limped out of Beique Street, but he was pulled into a side alley before he walked far away.

Someone wants to attack?

Xiahou An felt a chill in his heart.

When he turned around, he realized that it was Cao Ang and Xu Chu.

"You two unfaithful guys..."

Xiahou An slandered in his heart, and then the three of them quietly poked their heads out and looked outside Huangfu's mansion.

After a while, the soldier who rushed into the mansion came out, and at the same time brought out an old man with a slightly hunched body, with a few strands of white hair on his head, making it difficult to tell his true age.

Seeing this person coming out, the officer standing outside smiled: "General Huangfu, someone reports that you are colluding with the traitor, let's go with us!"

The old man was silent and said nothing, and followed the officer.

Is this the teacher I want to worship?

Xiahou An muttered in his heart, why didn't he have any temper?

To be honest, just looking at the appearance, it is indeed difficult to connect this haggard old man with a famous Han Empire.

Cao Ang drew his sword.

Xiahou An hurriedly shouted: "Cao Zixie, what are you doing?"

"General Huangfu is in trouble, how can we sit back and ignore him!" Cao Ang straightened his body and said righteously, like a young hero in the textbook.

"Are you a fool?"

Xiahou An was very angry and dared to catch people in Beique Jiadi in broad daylight. Looking at the entire Chang'an City, there was no second place except Dong Mowang.

Now that he rushed over to save the person, it is hard to say whether he could be rescued. Even if he rescued him, Huangfu Song's crime would be absolutely certain, and he would also reveal his identity as others.

Xiahou An never does anything that has harm but no benefit.

"What do you think you should do?" Cao Ang tried his best to restrain his inner impulse.

"What can I do? Find a way."

"What's your idea?"

"I think we should find a place to rest first and make a long-term plan."

"So, are we going to find an informant to contact us?" Cao Ang's eyes lit up.

Xiahou An said there was no hurry, but fortunately there was a next home.

After leaving Beique Street, Xiahou An and the other two walked towards the south of the city.

In front of Cai Yong's mansion, Xiahou An was slightly slight.

Cao Ang was speechless again. He seriously suspected that Xiahou An's mind had been visited by the door. He was just the North Que Jiadi, and now he is the residence of the Great Confucian Mansion.

Xiahou Ansa walked away.

The doorkeeper stopped him again without any surprise.

However, Xiahou An learned the lesson just now and asked Li Dai Taozun directly: "I'm asking my teacher to report to my teacher, so I said that the student Ruan Yu is here to visit."

When I heard that it was Cai Yong's student, the doorkeeper's face immediately changed. He smiled and said, "It turns out to be Mr. Ruan, please come in quickly."

Xiahou An took over his identity, nodded, and greeted Cao Ang and Xu Chu who were still stunned on the street.

Under the guidance of the servant, the three of them walked through the front hall and went straight to the living room.

The maid came forward to serve tea, and the in-house manager did not doubt Xiahou An's identity. After all, Cai Yong was a contemporary scholar, with many talents all over the world, and it was not a strange thing to have one or two poor students.

"Young Master, please wait here, I will report to the head of the family." The manager said politely.

Xiahou An nodded, picked up the tea and savored it carefully, leisurely.

"I really don't know where you have confidence? When everyone in Cai arrives later, see how you can justify yourself. Don't be swept out before your butt is hot..."

Cao Ang was like a young wife and was full of resentment.

"Cao Zixiu, do you hope I can do it?" Xiahou An curled his lips. If you were not Boss Cao's son, you would kick out of the team every minute.

Soon, an elegant and elegant old man came to the hall.

Looking at this airy attitude and attitude towards affairs, just think about it with your toes, this person is Cai Yong, a great scholar who is famous all over the world today.

When the old man heard that the student Ruan Yu was visiting, he was so happy.

Ruan Yu is one of his students.

This son is very literary and specialized in poetry and writing. In the past, when Cai Yong took refuge in Jiangdong, the master and apprentice often communicated with letters. Later, wars were frequent, so the contact was broken.

Now that he is visiting, Cai Yong is extremely happy and is even ready to pull the students and have a thorough talk.

But when Cai Yong came to the living room, he found that the three people sitting in the hall seemed to be incorrect.

Although he is older, he is far from dizzy.

"I've met everyone Cai."

Cao Ang, who had been restless since entering the mansion, quickly got up and saluted, so embarrassed that he wanted to find a hole to drill.

Cai Yong didn't know this son, but fortunately he was still polite. He nodded slightly as a response, and then looked at another young man in the hall with a Confucian shirt.

Seeing this, Xiahou An stood up and bowed, revealing his identity: "My friend of Cai, I am Ruan Yuanyu. This time I visited the house, I will send you a letter to my friends."

As he said that, Cao Ang really took out a letter in his disbelief.

"Young Master, didn't you say you were Ruan Yu?" The manager looked puzzled.

"Have I said it? You must have heard it wrong. Hi, don't care about these details!" Xiahou made a joke and quickly fooled the matter.

Cai Yong opened the letter and it was indeed written by his student Ruan Yu.

After reading the letter, Cai Yong sighed with emotion, and then asked the boy: "What do you call a young man?"

Xiahou An hugged a fist and said freely: "Boy Xiahou An, the name is Boyang, just call me Boyang."

Cai Yong nodded and said thank you for your hard work.

Xiahou An beat the snake with the stick and immediately said, "Thank you for your hard work. You don't know that you are tired and thirsty when you travel a long distance. Now you have no place to live in Chang'an. Alas, I guess you will sleep on the streets tonight..."

Seeing that he was talking pitifully, Cai Yong subconsciously said: "It would be better to stay in my house for two days."

Xiahou An was waiting for this and agreed decisively: "That kid is disrespectful, thank you everyone, Cai!"

So thick-skinned!

Cao Ang covered his face and pretended not to know this person.

Cai Yong was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

He hasn't seen such a straightforward boy for many years.

At night.

After the curfew, every household in the Great Wall was closed.

Except for the occasional night patrol soldiers passing by, the streets are deserted.

In a mansion somewhere.

During the day, the officer was bowing to report to a middle-aged scholar: "Sir, Huangfu Song has been imprisoned. Do you need to be convicted immediately?"

The middle-aged scholar's face was hidden in the darkness and could not see his face clearly, but he could hear his voice cold: "This matter is not urgent. Huangfu Song has always been famous. If he kills it rashly, it will be unfavorable to the prime minister."

The officer nodded and said yes.

"In recent days, will there be any abnormal movement in Chang'an City?

"Sir, there is no abnormality in each prefecture. However, this afternoon, three young men from other places went to Cai Yong's mansion. Do you need to be interrogated?"

The scholar rubbed his forehead and waved his hand: "No, the princes of Guandong are not so stupid, nor dare to be so blatant."
Chapter completed!