A loud laugh was fleeting, like the rage of a summer rainstorm, but it subsided immediately, and the sky cleared after the rain, and the splendor remained. Chen Guhong smiled lightly and said: "Then wait for the county magistrate and Grand Master to arrive."
After finishing speaking, Chen Guhong stood upright, very calm.
Wang Song was grateful for Chen Guhong's friendship, but he had to admit that what the students in Tianyuelai Restaurant said was right.
They are mere children with no fame, instead of studying hard, they come to some poetry meeting, and they are afraid that they will be reprimanded by a good student when they meet the great master.
What's more, there are still suspicions of being a thief.
"Guhong, we are children, it's not good to meet the great master." Wang Song leaned over and said in a low voice, like a pissed off daughter-in-law.
"That's right, it's not good to see an official." Wu Zhengchun also said.
Zheng Chong also nodded heavily.
The three friends of Suihan, like a rooster who has lost a fight, are ready to accept their fate.
"I have my own way." Chen Guhong shook his head lightly, although he was standing tall with his Confucian shirt fluttering, he looked elegant and calm, but deep in his eyes was fierceness.
"Hey."
The three friends didn't know what Chen Guhong could do, but they still had no idea in their hearts, but seeing Chen Guhong's insistence, they could only sigh and wait for the development of the matter.
Chen Guhong's laughter was wild and wild, like that madman. And it was obviously aimed at Liang Sheng. After Liang Sheng heard this, his face darkened slightly, as gloomy as water.
It's just that he doesn't believe that Chen Guhong can find out, a thief is a thief.
"Humph."
Liang Sheng let out a cold snort.
At this moment, Chen Guhong communicated with Gao Zhuang in his mind.
"Gao Zhuang, go and investigate where the jade pendant is." Chen Guhong said.
In Chen Guhong's mind, inside the purple mansion, there are palaces and castles everywhere, a paradise of wealth and wealth. In a side hall, Gao Zhuang sat cross-legged, with a chubby figure and a slight smile, he looked like a Maitreya Buddha.
"My lord, don't worry, as long as this jade pendant is still in the villa, I can find it."
Gao Zhuang smiled slightly, and turned into a ghost with blue face and fangs, and left Chen Guhong's Zifu. At this moment, all the scholars present felt a chill all over, and their pores shrank.
"It's cold."
There are a few weak scholars who only feel that they are in the cold winter of October and the sky is full of snow. I can't help but put my hands on my chest and tremble.
It's just that this feeling was only fleeting, so everyone didn't care, and didn't know that they were passing by that ghost. Not long after, Gao Zhuang came back and flew into the Zi Mansion in Chen Guhong's mind and sat down.
"My lord, the jade pendant is under Liang Sheng's bed."
Gao Zhuang said.
"What?" Chen Guhong was taken aback.
"Maybe it was sleeping, or it fell under some circumstances. In a moment of urgency, I thought it was your friend who stole it, my lord." Gao Zhuang laughed.
"I lost it for a while, but wronged a good man. What a noble son." Chen Guhong clenched his fists tightly, almost gnashing his teeth.
"Do you want to say it on the spot?" Gao Zhuang asked.
"No, if I tell you that I'm in his room. I'm afraid he will still suspect me of sneaking and return the jade pendant. After I see the officer, I will make my own plans. Let's get out of here."
Chen Guhong said.
"Um."
Gao Zhuang nodded, then closed his eyes and began to rest.
Outside the villa.
It was evening now, the sun was setting, and the dim sunlight covered the mountains like a thin golden coat, turning the mountains into golden mountains.
There are literati and scholars coming in style on the winding mountain road.
The first was Ruan Yu, the great teacher of Nati Xueguan. He was close to knowing his destiny. He had silver hair and shawls, but his face was rosy, his skin was well maintained, and he had a childlike face and white hair.
Wearing a Confucian shirt, he has the demeanor of a high mountain hermit.
Of the two people who were slightly behind, one of them was a 30-year-old man with a handsome appearance and a medium build. He was also wearing a Confucian shirt, but he did not look like a great master and a hermit in the mountains, but had a kind of vigor and elegance.
This is Chen Yuan, the county magistrate.
The other person is a middle-aged man with a handsome appearance. He is also wearing a Confucian shirt with a piece of jade hanging on his waist. His temperament is a bit more noble than the two.
This is exactly the owner of this villa, Wu Xiude.
Although Ruan Yu and Chen Yuan were both Jinshi scholars and officials, their families were not prominent. Unlike Wu Xiude's Wu family, which has been prominent for hundreds of years, it is a real noble family.
"Grandmaster Ruan knows the destiny in his early years, but he still walks like flying. It's really a way to maintain health, which is enviable." Wu Xiude laughed while walking.
"The so-called health preservation is to eat more vegetables and fruits, eat less fish, move more, and worry less. If you do the above points, you will be able to cultivate virtue and grow old and strong at the age of sixty."
Ruan Yu smiled slightly, showing the charm of great Confucianism.
"There are so many troubles in the world, how can you be as leisurely as the great master." Chen Yuan had a bitter face, sighed, and interjected.
"It seems that nephew Chen Xian, the county magistrate, is doing very hard?" Ruan Yu asked with a smile.
"How can a word of bitterness pour out all the bitterness? A county magistrate, an official who is close to the people, it is difficult." Chen Yuan shook his head and poured out the bitterness.
"Haha, that can't be helped. Who told you that you are a junior. When you get to my age, you will be free." Ruan Yu laughed.
"Hey." Chen Yuan sighed, with a sad face.
Wu Xiude smiled slightly, this is the trouble of being an official.
Wu Xiude is forty-two years old this year. He is also famous at a young age. But he didn't take the Jinshi exam.
It's all because the Wu family has a big business, and there are as many as eight officials in the clan, so he can do whatever he wants.
"It's the poor who want to take the Jinshi exam, soar to the sky and become an official. We and the children of the aristocratic family can enjoy comfort and wealth." Wu Xiude was not without complacency.
At this moment, the villa approached. At this moment, there was a slave at the gate of the villa, looking anxiously. After seeing a group of people, his eyes lit up, and he trotted over quickly.
"Why is it so hasty?" Wu's family has a big business, and the imperial court is quite strict. They pay attention to the slaves and maidservants. Wu Xiude frowned and shouted when he saw that the servant lost his demeanor in a hurry.
The Hao Nu was taken aback, took a deep breath and calmed down. Then he bowed his hands and said: "Master, the situation in the village is not good, some scholars have clashed."
Wu Xiude's brows were deeply furrowed, this scholar has a lot of blood, and his talents are quite competitive. There are very few conflicts. There were no conflicts at the Huangshan Poetry Association in previous years.
But now, especially this Huangshan Poetry Fair.
You must know that this Huangshan Poetry Fair was deliberately created by Wu Xiude, in order to let Wu Jiajia's prestige go one step further. That's why he invited academic officials like Ruan Yu, parents officials like Chen Yuan, and even Liang Sheng and Shi Miaomiao.
If it is serious, I am afraid that the poetry will be shamed.
Wu Xiude didn't know how to get into a conflict, but he hated the person who caused the conflict.
"They're both domestic scholars, it's too much to start a conflict." Ruan Yu and Chen Yuan also frowned.
"Lead the way, talk about the situation while walking." Wu Xiude said.
"Yes." Hao Nu replied and led the way. The three of Wu Xiude took a step forward and walked to the gate of the villa.