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

The warm sun hangs high.

Anle tiptoedly pushed open the door...

The county magistrate has a dark handsome face, standing at the door like a door god.

"..." An Le said with a dry smile, "My lord, good morning."

"It's already noon."

"...My lord, good afternoon."

The county magistrate frowned, "Do you have to wait until noon to wake up?"

An Le said seriously: "Definitely."

"Changed it for me."

"I can't do it..."

The county magistrate smiled even more gently, "It's okay, I have plenty of solutions."

"..."

An Le blinked silently.

The gentle face of the county magistrate immediately retracted, and he said expressionlessly: "Now, leave the house and leave."

"Yes!"

An Le trotted all the way into the carriage.

The county magistrate saw him sitting upright, so he let him go.

However, the journey was not halfway through when the county magistrate heard soft snoring.

"..."

At this time, the groom said: "My lord, the road ahead may be a bit bumpy."

The county magistrate suddenly smiled, "There's no need to slow down, I have to arrive before dark."

The groom didn't dare to be negligent, since the adults said it, so he said so, and then he whipped his horse.

The county magistrate took a sip of his tea, and was shaken violently by a bump, and the tea spilled all over his face.

"..."

Looking at An Le again, his head was resting against the window, he didn't wake up in a daze.

The county magistrate took a deep breath, picked up the tea again, and then bumped again.

"..."

The county magistrate put down the teacup, An Le had already fallen to the other side, but he was lying on the seat, and he seemed to be sleeping soundly.

"..."

Afterwards, the whole journey was smooth, and An Le moved, as if she wanted to turn over, but the seat was long but not wide, and when she turned over, she would fall to the ground.

The county magistrate opened his eyes slightly.

Sure enough, An Le turned over, but unexpectedly the carriage bumped suddenly, An Le turned over smoothly without falling off.

The county magistrate: "..." Then he picked up the teacup and filled it with malice.

Waiting for another bump in the carriage.

After waiting for a while, the county magistrate became impatient and splashed it with both hands. An Le's tea was about to be spilled. An Le suddenly opened his eyes and sat upright in a blink of an eye, but it didn't get splashed.

"...What are you doing?" the county magistrate said in a nasty voice.

An Le, who didn't know what happened, said innocently: "I had a nightmare, and I woke up with a fright."

"What did you dream about?"

"I dreamed that adults wanted to slap me."

"..."

An Le patted his chest, and glanced at a piece of tea beside him, "My lord's tea will be held steady in the future, so I spilled a piece of it."

The county magistrate silently put down his teacup.

Seeing that the piece of tea was still spreading, An Le ran straight to the seat next to the county magistrate.

"My lord, where are we going?"

The county magistrate gave him a sideways glance, but He Anle didn't see it at all.

"I found out where the letter was sent."

"Your Excellency, you really know the world's affairs without going out. Are you sure that this is the hidden place of Poet Ghost?"

The county magistrate slowly said: "I'm not sure, but you can ask."

An Le shrugged and said, "Then what did your lord ask me for?"

"Are you going to ask me to inquire?"

An Le blinked, "How does your lord know that I'm good at inquiring?"

"Go to taverns more, visit tea shops more, join in the fun more. You said it yourself."

"..."

The groom was really good, and he arrived at the destination before dark.

When An Le got out of the car, he saw a village that was neither prosperous nor decadent.

This village faces a large forest with its back, and there is a lake not far in front of it. It is a place with excellent Fengshui.

The county magistrate leisurely followed behind An Le, "Go and find out."

An Le blinked, "How to find out?"

"It's none of my business. I can't find out what to do with you."

"...Please think deeply, my lord."

An Le sighed, and when he saw a villager, he went up to him.

"May I ask, is there a letter writer here?"

"A letter? There is one, but not here."

As soon as An Le heard something interesting, he asked, "Where is that man?"

The villagers looked him up and down, "What do you want him for? Although he is the only one around here who can read and write, he is a lunatic, so it's better not to get involved too much."

"madman?"

The villager shook his head and said, "No, it's such a pity that he has such a beautiful face. When he first came, many girls liked him and fought for him. No one dared to visit him after knowing that he was a madman."

An Le was a little curious, "What did he do?"

"He was a little bit down when he came. People in our village gave him wine and food, but he didn't want to eat. He insisted on paper and pens. He also liked to run into the mountains. He wanted to make his white clothes black, and his hair was disheveled all day. , isn’t he a lunatic?”

An Le was silent for a while, and kindly defended the lunatic, "Maybe...he has a temper."

The villagers said disdainfully: "It is said that scholars do not have a good thing, it is probably true."

"..."

An Le said with a dry smile, "Leave that aside, where is he?"

The villager thought for a while, "At this time Moyue is in the mountains, this lunatic only comes here at night, and he comes here to ask for paper and grinding."

"Thank you."

An Le was about to go back and tell the county magistrate, but the villager stopped him again, "Young man, why are you looking for that lunatic? There are many ferocious birds in this mountain forest, so it's better not to go there."

An Le smiled slightly, "Finding him is my private matter, thank you for your advice."

The villagers sighed and went to work, "Another fool, alas, it's a pity this appearance..."

Before walking far away, An Le heard clearly: "..."

I went back and told the county magistrate that the magistrate was sitting in a teahouse—this made An Le search for it for a long time.

"En. Well done, I will reward you with sweet-scented osmanthus cake when I go back." The county magistrate was very satisfied with what An Le had done.

An Le: "...My lord, can I give you something else?"

"Reward your board?"

An Le beamed and said, "Osmanthus cake! Osmanthus cake is good! My lord, it's a good lesson!"

The county magistrate ignored him and drank his tea slowly, "Let's go."

An Le just sat down, "Where are you going?"

"Looking for a poet ghost."

An Le made a bitter face, "Why is your lord always in such a hurry?"

The county magistrate said meaningfully: "If you can take your time, I won't rush like this."

An Le got up and followed the county magistrate to go out, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

"You don't have to care about that."

An Le curled her lips and said, "It doesn't matter what you say."

The county magistrate remained silent, he turned around and returned to the carriage, and then got down again.

An Le caught a glimpse of the county magistrate with a sword on his waist.

They soon came to the foot of the mountain, looking at the towering peak, the county magistrate suddenly said: "Did you ask the exact direction?"

"……No."

"..."

The magistrate gritted his teeth and said, "Go back and ask!"

An Le was a little shivered by his cold stare, and he said softly: "My lord, there is actually only one road on this mountain, and you should be able to find it along the road."

The county magistrate snorted coldly, "I can't find a slap for you."

An Le regretted why she used this dream while pretending to be sleeping and pretending to be having a nightmare.

Suddenly there is a premonition that I will be remembered for a lifetime.

In short, Anle walked ahead and walked up the mountain along a narrow path. It was probably due to the weather. When I walked up the mountainside, there was a feeling of clouds and mist. After all, it was autumn, and the wind felt a bit cold. up.

An Le looked back at the white sable fur on the magistrate's body, and felt a little desolate——

Especially the county magistrate snarled at him and said, "What are you looking at? Why don't you hurry up?"

Facts have proved that what An Le said was true, and he was indeed found along this trail.

In the middle of the mountain, the clouds and mists have not yet dispersed, and the rustling sound can be heard when the cool wind blows.

Looking from the angle of Anle, one can see a dense bamboo forest, with layers of green bamboo leaves and bamboo poles, and a simple wooden house can be vaguely seen.

An Le walked over slowly, but the bamboo was really too dense.

The county magistrate boldly lifted the knife and dropped the bamboo pole to the ground with a clatter.

An Le looked over, and found that the stone steps under the wooden house were covered with moss. When she looked up, she saw a piece of paper pasted on the door of the wooden house, with a corner rolled up by the wind. The moss is white and the dew is cold.