Spring has begun in Chang'an City, but it is still in deep winter in Langya County far north. Although the snowy weather has left, the snow all over the mountains is still accumulating. Although it has begun to melt, it only makes the weather even colder.

The gate of Langya County is very high, and the exit on the other side of the city is also far away. It looks like a shiny little hole. You can vaguely see the snow-white luster on the other side, but it cannot reflect much, and it is swallowed by the darkness and moisture.

There have been many people entering the city recently. In a long line, Ma Zhibai, who left Changling County, came to Langya County. He was still wearing a Confucian shirt. In the north, he seemed out of place with the people here. However, after experiencing the battlefield, his face had a little more perseverance that he had not had before.

Sancai followed Ma Zhibai to the city with the crowd. Sancai struggled to weigh the bag behind him, making the position of the strap on his shoulder more comfortable. He raised his head to look at the relaxed Ma Zhibai and muttered, "Young Master, your arms are already well, why did you even ask me to bow to you? Look, I have been suppressed!"

Ma Zhibai patted Sancai's head and said, "Who told you that your young master's hand has been cured? I'm seriously injured, how can I recover so quickly?"

Sancai scratched the back of his head and said, "But General Shangguan gave you spiritual medicine last time. He said that he could recover as before in ten days. You have been almost half a month now, why haven't you recovered yet?"

Ma Zhibai smiled faintly and said, "I don't know this. Maybe General Shangguan remembered it wrong."

Sancai was stunned, paused, and muttered in confusion: "Can a person like General Shangguan remember mistakes?"

When he raised his head, Ma Zhibai had already walked away, shouted "Young Master" and hurriedly chased after him.

The people of Xia are dressed in a simple manner, even in the middle of winter, with their sleeves relatively bloated and neatly cut, in order to facilitate the pulling of the long sword around their waists. Even Ma Zhibai also hung a sword around their waists.

It is very common for people to walk with weapons. After all, people in the martial arts world can be seen everywhere. A man wearing a blue shirt walks with his sword, fluttering in the wind, and the pedestrians on the streets are mottled, and occasionally a firecracker will explode. This is a symbol of the year that has not yet passed.

Ma Zhibai took Sancai directly to the county yamen.

Just as the identity of a county magistrate, Ma Zhibai may not be so easy to meet the county magistrate Zhang Zhihuan, but his other identity is worthy of the county magistrate's personal reception.

Ma Zhibai is here to make trouble today. As soon as he saw Zhang Zhihuan, he immediately took out the transfer order. It was a transfer order that dispatched Ma Zhibai to Changling County to be the county magistrate, but was thrown in front of Zhang Zhihuan by Ma Zhibai.

He didn't say much polite words and said directly: "Mr. County Magistrate, I hope you can explain to me why I was transferred to Changling County. Now I am the same new Jinshi as Changling County Zun Gu Qingci. We are all under investigation by the Censorate. Isn't it good for you to do this?"

Zhang Zhihuan frowned and felt a little unhappy. After all, he was a county magistrate, and Ma Zhibai was strictly his subordinate. This attitude had already surpassed it. However, when he thought of Ma Zhibai's identity, he had to endure it, smiled and said, "Mr. Ma, don't get me wrong. A war will occur in Changling County. I didn't know in advance. If I knew, I wouldn't arrange for you to go there."

Zhang Zhihuan misunderstood. He thought that the reason why Ma Zhibai was angry was because he had just asked Ma Zhibai to go to Changling County, but the Beimo siege occurred in Changling County. The young man was frightened, so he came to cause trouble.

He didn't think at all that it was possible that he gave Ma Zhibai the merits, but instead angered Ma Zhibai. After all, who in this world doesn't like to get credit for nothing?

However, he met a horse Zhibai, a horse Zhibai who only reads the books of sages, and was really angry because of his achievements.

Ma Zhibai stared at Zhang Zhihuan. His habits and temperament made it impossible for him to yell, but he said firmly: "Mr. Zhang, what I want to say is not this. I just want to ask you, why should I take Gu Qing's credit for resigning Gu County Magistrate Gu? What kind of grudge do I have with you? Do you want to harm me like this? Put me in an unjust place? Let me be such a despicable person?"

Ma Zhibai's repeated questioning made Zhang Zhihuan confused.

He looked at Ma Zhibai in surprise, and felt a little upset. Could this Ma family be a fool?

I don’t want to get the credit for nothing, but I still come to find fault?

"Mr. Zhang, if you don't give me an explanation today, I, Ma Zhibai, will definitely go to the Censorate to study your book!" Ma Zhibai said angrily.

"Young Master Ma, you..."

Zhang Zhihuan had a conflict of wanting to vomit blood. Should I be more passionate about myself?

You asked me to take care of you, and I have achieved this point. You don’t thank me? Instead, I blame me? Why am I not a human inside and outside?

"Young Master Ma, you..."

Zhang Zhihuan opened his mouth and murmured for a while, but had nothing to say. He really didn't know what to say. He had been well-informed in his life, but he had never seen such a thing before.

Be kind to repay evil, be ungrateful?

It seems that he can't say it, but now he does feel like he is treated like a donkey's liver and lungs, and he feels tired!

"Mr. Zhang," Ma Zhibai snorted coldly and said, "You can explain. If you don't explain, just wait for me to join you!"

Zhang Zhihuan really wanted to hit someone, but she endured it again and again. Finally, she took a deep breath, blackened her old face, shook her sleeves, snorted coldly, and said, "Explanation, since you want to explain, then let your own family explain it to you!"

Zhang Zhihuan turned around and walked towards the inner room. His gloomy face could already squeeze out snow water. He shouted to the inner room: "Brother Chen, you should explain it yourself. I can't explain it!"

Ma Zhibai looked at the inner room in confusion, and a person he was very familiar with came out. He exclaimed: "Uncle Chen, why are you here?"

Ma Zhibai couldn't figure it out. The person who came out was actually his father's friend and Chen Shi, the escort leader of the Ma family in the capital.

Chen Shi walked out and bowed to Zhang Zhihuan, "Mr. Zhang, sorry, Zhibai is young and energetic, and he offended him a lot, and I hope he will take care of him!"

Zhang Zhihuan said lightly: "I dare not, I just hope that Brother Chen, you can explain it clearly to Mr. Ma, so as not to be a human being in the middle and outside!"

Chen Shi knew that Zhang Zhihuan was resentful, and smiled faintly. He walked to Ma Zhibai and whispered for a while. When he spoke, with him as the center, there was a wave of true energy in three feet in a radius, as if an invisible and colorless wall wrapped the two of them in the middle, and the others could not hear any sound.

Ma Zhibai's face became increasingly ugly, and finally he was pale. He shook his feet and took two steps back, with disbelief on his face, pointed at Chen Shi and stuttered: "Why... how can dad be like this... Brother Gu, Brother Gu he... I..."

"puff"

Ma Zhibai's face suddenly flushed, and he was furious and a mouthful of blood spurted out and fell to the ground.

The Confucian shirt is still there, but there are some wrinkles...
Chapter completed!