In the center of the hall, a celadon string-patterned three-legged incense burner was placed. Wisps of blue smoke rose from the burner, emitting a faint fragrance.,One elder, with a broad and stern face, stood before the young man and said in a deep voice, “There’s also the story of Sima Guang smashing a water jar when he was a child, son of the magistrate of Tongzhou. I have inquired about it, and it is true.”,Zhao Jun persisted, he certainly didn't want to become blind.。