Chapter 243 Meet Sima Guang

The next morning, before dawn, Su Su left Zhao's house. Wu Liang took Ouyang Chun, Zhan Zhao and Wu Er to see him off outside the bamboo forest.

"Your excellency, take care all the way!" Wu Liang said solemnly.

"Don't worry, sir. You will arrive in South China in one day, and the seven affairs will be handed over to you."

A four-wheeled carriage slowly came to the roadside, leaving two deep rut on the snow.

"Adults go early and come back early" Ouyang Chun took a rude sentence.

Zhan Zhao and his wife seemed to have discussed it for a long time. They said in unison, "Your excellency, why don't we go together for a good care? Yuemei and I are familiar with the terrain of Caozhou, and we are far away."

Wu Er also took the opportunity to say, "Yes, my lord, why don't you take the little one? The little one will lead you the way."

Su Suwan declined their kindness and explained, "The road from Bianliang to Caozhou is easy to walk, and the driver recognizes the way!"

Ding Yuehua said again, "Sister Su, why don't you let your little sister lead the way alone?"

"Yuemei, how can you call an adult sister? It's too unruly that you don't apologize to the adult." Zhan Zhao scolded Ding Yuehua.

"Forget it, don't wait for it. Go back!" Su Su put on a red cloak and boarded the carriage.

"Okay, don't mess around. Adults are going to South China. Don't worry about adults." Wu Liang taught him a lesson in the tone of his elders.

"Yes, I remember," everyone claimed yes.

Before going on the road, Su Su poked her head out of the carriage and waved her hand to say goodbye: "Take care, everyone. See you in three days!"

" Take care, my lord!"

Everyone bowed their hands and looked at the carriage all the way to the east. The vast earth stretched out to the edge of the sky. After Jingji, it was Caozhou.

The bird flies north and the wind blows west. North of Pushui, there are ghosts in South China'

This is a ballad sung by local children when they are playing, which truthfully describes the recent major events in South China.

"It's a ghost case, it's a ghost case..."

Sima Guang glanced at the case file on the table with a splitting headache and knocked his head hard. He couldn't figure out the mistakes of this headless ghost case. Could it be that there are really ghosts in the world? Sima Guang asked himself, but on second thought, Confucius didn't believe in ghosts and gods, and even said the sentence 'If you can't do things to people, how can you do ghosts'? It has been passed down from generation to generation to today, which is almost more than a thousand years.

Sima Guang recalled the old book he had read a few years ago and wanted to find a story about ghosts and gods from the saint's remarks. Even the clues could not be let go. Maybe he would find something and come up with a solution.

"Yes, this is a wonderful plan"

Thinking of this, Sima Guang took a few steps to the window, spread a piece of white paper on the wooden table, picked up the brush and wrote a few words...

County government hall,

When the snow fell, a strange wind blew outside and roared in. It scared Huang Xiancheng, and even the hot tea in his mouth spewed out, making the old man so choke.

Then, a government official shouted, "It's not good!"

The sad cold wind swept through the court, the white paper and black letter flew all over the sky, the charcoal fire in the room was extinguished, and the ink in the inkstone was also frozen. The cold instantly surrounded Huang Xiancheng, which made him shiver.

"In this damn weather, come and ask the lord of Zhixian if he has thought of a good way."

Huang Xiancheng's words just came out, and he only heard a bang on his head. When he looked up again, a big hole was exposed on the roof of the county government hall, and the wind and snow fell down, spilling Huang Xiancheng all over his body.

"It's the third time, the third time." Huang Xiancheng got up helplessly and left his seat and shouted, "The roof of the county government office is broken. Find a craftsman to repair it. Let's get here today. If there is a shape, just send it directly to the back hall."

After saying that, he turned around and went down the hall. There were only a few swordsman and pen masters sitting with big eyes staring, and they said that the ghost of Master Zhuang came again.

The ghost of Master Zhuang.

Huang Xiancheng walked slowly by the snow lake, and the snow under his feet was like a huge carpet extending to the front of the study, one step, two steps and three steps.

Cao Zhi became a poem in seven steps. Huang Qi only took three steps and thought of it. He said, "Jiangnan Festival, the water is dim and cloudy, and the snow is all over the front village..."

"Where is the village and where is the road?" Huang Qi's eyes were filled with snow and frost. Looking at it, he couldn't help but feel melancholy. The ** in his chest for a long time surged like a snow wave and fell. Suddenly, he thought of an excellent sentence: "Looking back the breeze, singing white snow, drunk Nanhua"

There was applause behind, "What a good poem"

Huang Qimu turned around and saw Zhao Ze coming towards him, followed by a light hat, with a beautiful face like snow, like a woman.

Laughing secretly, it turns out that people in Beijing are so elegant that bookboys can also...

Without waiting for him to guess randomly, Zhao Ze approached and hugged his fist and said, "Lao Xiancheng, thank you for your hard work. Why don't you go back to the house on this cold day? Is it because you came out for a walk?"

"It's not" Huang Xiancheng flattated, "Your excellency is powerful and majestic. I just saw the adult coming, and I'm crazy."

"Oh, Huang Lao County Cheng, you are really funny. Zhao never thought that he would grow up like this. There is no way from his parents."

"Adults are too modest, and heroes like adults can also be regarded as my strange people." Huang Xiancheng is not tired of flattery.

Unexpectedly, the little man behind Zhao Ze laughed secretly. Zhao Ze was afraid that Huang Xiancheng's face could not be hung up, so he quickly changed the topic, "Lao Xiancheng Mo is going to praise Zhao again. He has something to discuss today."

"I dare to ask you, I don't know what's the matter. If I can help, I will do it."

"It's a small matter," Zhao Ze replied, "You see that the feng shui wine last night really cost my colleagues in the county. If you are free tonight, it's good to go to the South China Restaurant to have a good drink. I'm going to ask several adults in the county to have a big brother."

"Oh, thank you for the beauty of the old Huangdai County government colleagues, but," Huang Xiancheng pointed to the study next to Dongzhu and said, "This matter has to be decided by Lord Sima. The subordinate does not dare to casually agree to Lord Zhao's beauty. Please forgive me."

"It's easy to say. Zhao came to Luoxue Study this time to discuss this matter with Lord Sima. It happens that Lord Huang is also going in together." Zhao Ze made a gesture of invitation.

"I dare not do it, Lord Zhao, please go first!" Huang Qi stretched out his hand and asked Zhao Ze to go first.

"Then Zhao is welcome, please"

"Please"

Leave the falling snow lake and walk forward more than a dozen steps. After turning left, there is the falling snow study. A cluster of winter bamboo is hidden in front of the window, and there are a few greenswayed in the ice and snow, which is sad and difficult to say.

When Zhao Ze and Huang Qi walked into the bamboo forest, the window of the study just opened. Sima Guang came out and took a few deep breaths. He saw the figure in the forest shaking, and there was a sound of footsteps. He looked carefully at Zhao Ze and Huang Qi, and quickly went out to meet him.

"Lord Zhao, Lao Xiancheng, please, sit in the room"

"I'm bothering you, Lord Sima"

"Two people first"

"Okay, okay, you're welcome"