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

The county magistrate sneered and said, "A gentleman's arrogance should not be humiliated by vulgarity?"

Leaning on a bamboo, An Le lazily said, "I used to support his thoughts like this."

"Why?"

An Le showed an unprecedented contemptuous smile, and said disdainfully: "He is indeed a talented man, full of talent, but he is not suitable for this rotten dynasty."

The county magistrate was a little surprised, "Are you just mocking the king in front of me?"

The corners of An Le's eyes twitched, and she was extremely beautiful, "Wrong? His talent is only suitable for a country in power, just like Maxima needs a Bole who knows the goods. Unfortunately, the current emperor is not a wise king who thinks he knows people and makes good use of them."

The county magistrate raised his eyebrows.

"Although I admit that he is an extremely intelligent talent in Hongru, but he is an extremely stupid idiot in dealing with things."

The county magistrate laughed and said: "This is the first time I have heard that someone dared to call Shi Gui a fool. In your opinion, how can you be shrewd?"

The corners of An Le's mouth raised slightly, "Naturally, while scoffing at this worldly world, at the same time, I'm going along with it."

The county magistrate was deeply shocked.

He was silent for a long time before he said: "How dare you call yourself a gentleman in this way?"

An Le asked back: "When did I call myself a gentleman?"

The magistrate was silent.

"I'm just a passer-by in the world of mortals. I live like this for the sake of a happy life. If I abandon my freedom for the title of gentleman, wouldn't I be sinking into the world?"

The county magistrate looked at An Le's side face, because a little sunlight passed through the gaps in the bamboo leaves, making An Le's face half bright and half dark.

He never thought that this guy who has always been sloppy and full of lies would have such thoughts. He thought he was just a rascal who got by and lived, but he was always surprisingly clearer and shrewd than anyone else in some aspects.

"When did you have such an idea?"

"It's very early."

The county magistrate chuckled, for the first time he was interested in An Le himself, not just his identity and the relationship between the four ghosts.

"Why do you suddenly have the illusion of admiring you?" the county magistrate asked.

An Le blinked slowly, and when he opened his eyes again, the gloom and disdain at that time were completely gone, "Then can my lord treat me to a good meal?"

The county magistrate raised the corner of his mouth and lowered it, "An illusion is an illusion."

"..."

An Le moved her nose, and suddenly said, "I smell the aroma of wine."

The county magistrate said: "Is there anyone else in this deep mountain?"

At this time, the thin and haggard young man pushed open the wooden door, and said hoarsely, "Warm the wine, do you want to drink?"

Anle's eyes lit up.

The county magistrate lacked interest.

The young man smiled and said, "Good wine, it has been brewed for decades."

An Le's eyes almost lit up.

The county magistrate turned around and wanted to leave.

"My lord," Anle laughed mischievously, "I have helped you for so long, but I have never received a reward."

The county magistrate didn't turn his head back, "We'll talk about it when we return home."

An Le said: "Let me drink a bowl, and I won't take the reward!"

The county magistrate stopped, turned around and saw An Le's pitiful face.

"..."

After a long time, the county magistrate said: "You can come back later."

"But my lord, I don't know the way."

"..."

After a long time, the magistrate gritted his teeth and said, "Leave!"

The young man patted An Le's shoulder, "Let's talk about it later."

An Le paused, his body stiffened for a long time, and then he lowered his head and said quietly: "Last time you said the same thing, you all promised me that you would buy me a drink soon, but one by one, there was no more news, a group of liars, didn't listen Is it true that a gentleman's words are hard to follow—"

The youth are silent.

Although his voice was very soft, the county magistrate still heard him.

An Le looked up again, and said to the county magistrate without any sadness: "Let's go."

An Le walked down the mountain, but saw that the county magistrate did not follow, he turned around and asked in doubt, "My lord?"

The cold voice of the county magistrate came from the bamboo forest: "Drink a bowl and go back."

An Le was taken aback for a moment, then ran back bouncing -

"Thank you sir!"

The county magistrate snorted coldly.

The three of them entered the room and sat down, and the thin-looking young man brought up a large jar of wine.

"...Didn't you just drink a bowl?" The county magistrate was very dissatisfied with the way they prepared to get drunk.

An Le filled a plate full of pride, and did it, "I won't leave after entering this room!"

"..."

The county magistrate silently picked up the small plate and took a sip, then frowned.

The young man saw it, and said displeasedly: "I don't know the goods, this is a rare good wine! Why are you frowning?"

The county magistrate put down the saucer, "I prefer tea."

An Le took another sip and said with a smile: "It's better not to let the adults drink it, his wine doesn't seem to be very good."

Afterwards, the county magistrate watched them drink in boredom. The smell of wine in the room seemed to be overflowing, and the strong tea fragrance before could not be smelled unexpectedly.

The county magistrate looked out the window, looked at the stretches of bamboo, and wondered if he could drag An Le away before sunset.

I was in a trance when I heard a clear "boom".

The county magistrate's arm hurt, and when he looked down, An Le had already put his head on the magistrate's arm, and the soft snoring sound reminded him that the guy who was resting on the magistrate's arm had already slept soundly. Fragrant.

However, the head of the magistrate's anger was aimed at the thin and haggard young man, "What did you give him to drink?"

The young man lazily raised his eyelids, "Why do you think so?"

"The officer knows that he is not a person who gets drunk easily. Did you drug him?"

The young man got up, "Just let him sleep, it's not poisonous."

The county magistrate's eyes became colder, "Why did you do this?"

"Because he is An Le. He is a very shrewd and cunning guy. Although he has always lived for the purpose of being free, who knows if he will betray us?"

The county magistrate frowned slightly. Hearing what he said, it seemed that the relationship between An Le and the four ghosts was not very good.

"He used to be the center of the four ghosts, but now it's time to change the dynasty." The young man showed a stern smile, "He has sat in this seat for too long."

The magistrate pulled out his sword, and An Le's head was conveniently placed on the bamboo table. The edge of the sword gleamed coldly, "Your purpose is to make him retreat from the four ghosts?"

"What do you think? He has retreated from the center of the four ghosts now." The young man completely ignored this dangerous-looking sword, and he began to tidy up the wine jars and plates in an orderly manner. "The existence of An Le is a threat. His shrewdness is always for his own sake, didn't I say it? Everyone in the four ghosts is free and loose, and we are not as united as the rumors say."

"Then what is your purpose?"

The young man said coldly: "You can ask him after he wakes up, as to whether to tell him or not depends on what he wants."

The county magistrate disdainfully said: "You still have to let him say your wishes? If you are really out of Anle, you will probably be like headless chickens."

The young man shrugged, "You can take him away, I don't think we will meet again in a short time."

The county magistrate suddenly put the sword on the young man's neck, "Do you think this official will leave just like that?"

"If you don't leave now, you probably don't have a chance." The young man said, "I think you should be a person who knows the situation."

The county magistrate raised his eyebrows.

"You always look down on people, because the sword ghost among the four ghosts is so famous, so many people have forgotten that we all know martial arts, and there is a sleeping person here, the situation is very bad for you Woolen cloth."

The county magistrate narrowed his eyes, "I just want to know the reason why you let us go."

The young man lazily said: "It's nothing, I'm probably thinking about old love. Are you really not leaving?"

The county magistrate snorted softly, took the sword back, then put An Le on his shoulder, slammed the door and left, because the county magistrate has good hearing, so he heard the young man complaining softly in the room, "My The door will be broken by you."

Although the county magistrate was carrying a person on his back, he went down the mountain as lightly as a swallow, and immediately ordered the groom to drive back to the mansion.

The groom saw that the magistrate was carrying a person, and the person was still reeking of alcohol, so he couldn't help talking, "My lord, this person is probably drunk? It's not good to carry it like this..."

The county magistrate didn't think too much, and threw the man into the carriage directly.

The groom immediately whipped his whip and hurried on his way.

Along the way, the county magistrate had to endure An Le's occasional punches and kicks, throwing his arm on his thigh for a while, resting a leg on his arm for a while, and kicking him in the side again.

In short, the drowsy An Le fell into a restless drowsiness.

Naturally, the county magistrate couldn't do anything to him, so he had to turn Anle around and hold Anle's wrist firmly with both hands.

Although he knew that An Le couldn't hear him, the county magistrate still threatened, "Slap your slap again!"

However, the miracle is that An Le is really at ease, still muttering, "Don't, it hurts!"

"..."

The county magistrate was puzzled, could it really be that the board drawn last time was too heavy?Will it leave such a deep impression on him?

Under the doubts of the county magistrate, An Le answered again, "Toothache! Stop serving osmanthus cake!"

"..."