If you don't go to the house, you are not a gentleman

The next day.

Because I had a fight with a bird for a long time last night, An Le didn't show up at the dinner table until noon.

"My lord," An Le said with a smile, "My lord, can you give me the money now?"

The county magistrate raised his eyebrows, "Give it to him."

end?

Anle blinked.

The boy quickly brought the things up.

Two or three.

It is indeed two or three.

Three copper coins, and two catties of white steamed buns—in case he didn't believe it, the servant even specially showed it to him.

An Le kept smiling stiffly.

White steamed buns, the specialty of the county magistrate's mansion, have you abandoned the sweet and greasy osmanthus cake and started to go to white steamed buns?

"My lord, I'm talking about three taels of silver."

The county magistrate took a sip of tea, "I only heard what you said yesterday."

"..."

An Le sighed deeply, took a step back in good temper and said, "Then can you replace the two catties of steamed buns?"

"Oh? What did you say replace it with?"

An Le's eyes lit up, "Two catties of silver?"

The county magistrate raised his eyebrows.

"..."

"How about two catties of sweet-scented osmanthus cake?"

"..."

Under the magistrate's majesty, he succumbed to the white mantou, dawdled in the kitchen for a while, An Le was finally ready to leave, and then began to look for the magistrate again.

After wandering around for half a circle, An Le had to catch another person and ask the county magistrate's whereabouts.

The man in black who was unfortunately caught, "..."

"Where is the magistrate?"

The unfortunate man in black said: "...in the study."

An Le thanked him, just lifted his foot, put it back again, and smiled at the man in black, "Where is the study?"

"..."

The man in black pointed the way, An Le thanked him again, and then he complained in a low voice, "Why is the study so hidden?"

"Because adults don't want him to be disturbed while he's taking a nap."

Just about to disturb the peace of the adult's afternoon nap: "..."

When he pushed open the half-closed study door again, An Le saw a white figure flying past his eyes, and heard a crisp breaking sound from his feet.

An Le who hasn't stepped into the study: "..."

Ceramic shards shattered all over the floor in front of her toes. If An Le stepped into the room when she opened the door, she would definitely be knocked unconscious by this thing!

"My lord... please don't make up for your lost childhood on me..."

This is a trick many years ago!

The county magistrate who was waiting to see a good show but didn't see it: "... oh."

An Le gritted her teeth, and said nicely, "My lord, I'm ready to leave."

The county magistrate lay back on the couch, "What do you have to do with me?"

"... Your Excellency is not going to give me a horse?"

"Why?"

"It's far away from Ling County. Are you going to let me go there?" An Le almost gritted his teeth, because the magistrate's prefect is located in the south of Ding'an County, and Ling County is in the north of Ding'an County - he almost has to cross a Go from county to Ling county!

As far as he knew, Ding'an County was not small.

The county magistrate sat up again, "I want to go too, you and I are in the same carriage, why do you need horses?"

"..."

What did he just hear?

The county magistrate is going too?

"Then what about the official duties of your lord?"

The county magistrate shrugged and said, "What should I do? It's not what I'm doing. It won't matter if I leave for a few days."

"..." Is it really good to say that?

An Le couldn't help but laugh, "Why do you want to go, my lord?"

"I have something to ask him, if you don't go, who will ask?"

An Le pouted, "I thought my lord would wait for me to lure him to Ding'an County."

The county magistrate snorted coldly, "Is this officer stupid? Waiting for you to lure him?"

An Le took a deep breath and chose to remain silent.

Facts have proved that the county magistrate's subordinates are quite agile.As soon as An Le stepped out of the study, the servant on the back notified that the carriage was ready.

And the county magistrate said dryly: "The carriage was ready in the morning, if you hadn't gotten up at noon, I would have already stepped into Ling County."

An Le blinked and smiled a few times.

So, with the three copper coins in her arms and two catties of white steamed buns, An Le sat down on the cushion of the county magistrate's carriage.

It is covered with expensive and soft animal fur, which makes Anle feel very warm, even in autumn, she doesn't feel cold.

The driver of the carriage was a middle-aged man wearing this tattered straw hat.The movement of waving the whip is also very skilled.

During the turbulence, Anle saw the county magistrate taking a nap with his arms folded against the cushion, so he took a white steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth. After several days of training, Anle finally got used to eating steamed buns without drinking tea.

Lifting up the window screen, looking at the scenery outside the window, An Le made some calculations, Moyo would be able to go to Ling County at night.

Running is boring.

An Le could only hold the white steamed buns and count how many trees he passed.

"Boring?" The county magistrate suddenly uttered a voice, scaring An Le very much.

"My lord, I thought you were asleep."

The county magistrate snorted softly and closed his eyes again, "You feel bored?"

An Le sighed, "If you can't do anything, how can you be interesting?"

"What do you usually play?"

An Le was questioned.

What does he usually play?Apart from stealing money in his own business, he was just teasing cats in the corner, bullying little devils, and wandering the streets with wine gourds.Thinking about it this way, it seems that he hasn't played anything for a long time.

"What do adults usually do?" He asked back.

The county magistrate pondered for a while and said, "Draw Danqing and read poems and Fu."

"In this case, my lord, let's play chess."

The county magistrate opened his eyes, "How do you play without a chessboard?"

An Le blinked, and took out a piece of paper from his arms, which seemed to be writing something eloquently, but it seemed to be wet, and the handwriting became blurred, and it was impossible to see what was written on it.

An Le then took out another thin and short ink stick.

He neatly drew a simple chessboard on the back of the paper.

"That's it, my lord draws a circle, and I draw a cross." An Le said with a smile, "My lord, please."

The county magistrate was silent for a while, seemed a little interested, took the ink stick and drew a circle on the paper.

An Le took the ink stick, thought about it, broke it into two pieces, and handed it to the county magistrate.

This makes the ink stick, which is not too long, even shorter.

The two faced each other, staring at the piece of paper.

Because of the conditions, they can only play a game of chess, so they are very cautious and shrewd in every move.

An Le always smiles and settles down, taking his time.

The county magistrate glanced at the situation lightly, and settled down slowly.

But even so, the game of chess was not finished until they reached Ling County.

Anle's dragon is still in a dying situation, and the situation of the county magistrate is not too optimistic. Anle's scattered chess pieces can finally be connected in a line, and the county magistrate's chess pieces are also secretly fighting to stop him Every son of An Le.

Both of them threw themselves into the game of chess, and the boy only came back to his senses after yelling two or three times.

"Let's finish this game of chess when we get back," said the county magistrate.

An Le still smiled and said, "Okay."

"By the way, show me the chess record of the previous game between you and that person in the teahouse."

An Le was taken aback for a moment, and smiled even brighter.

"Your Excellency, you really don't shy away from it."

The county magistrate remained silent.

The boy found an inn, not many people, but a bit expensive.

But the county magistrate had plenty of money, so they stayed.

After taking care of everything, An Le sat on the hard bed and took out a neatly folded piece of paper from her arms. It was a letter.

The handwriting is flamboyant, but it is by no means a good handwriting. It is scribbled and messy, but it is surprisingly beautiful when combined.

Accompanied by the sound of fluttering wings, An Le leaned on her arms and stared at the moon outside the window.

On the Gu Lake, in the painting boat.

A young man in Tsing Yi touched the somewhat cold black chess piece in his hand.

Snapped.

The young man made a quick move.

The game on the chessboard——

Baizi Dalong is dead,