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

"catch him--"

The county magistrate raised his eyebrows and said, "Why?"

An Le smiled softly, "My lord, the time has come."

The county magistrate was taken aback for a moment, and in an instant, the rapier at his waist was unsheathed, he quickly drew a sword flower, and then grabbed the back of the young man in white who smelled like medicine!

The young man in white stopped walking leisurely, and saw him bend his wrist, and the red oil-paper umbrella directly blocked the sword, and the bamboo umbrella bone abruptly took the sword, lifted it up, and fell into the young man's hand.

The county magistrate frowned deeply, stepping on the rainwater, holding the plain umbrella tightly in one hand to shield Anle in front of him.

"Doctor?"

The county magistrate asked softly.

An Le said in a low voice: "Yes."

The young man turned down the umbrella, and the oil-paper umbrella supported his shoulders, covering a large part of the young man's back.

The county magistrate took a step forward and stared at the young man's back.

The young man turned around leisurely, slowly revealing his face, which was soft and beautiful, without the slightest sense of worldliness. The delicate raindrops splashed down beside him, making him seem to have faded into this rainy alley.

"My lord, don't be nervous. I'm just a guest from the south of the Yangtze River. I came to Ding'an County just to be asked to deliver a letter."

The young man smiled lightly, and then made a bow, respectful, but not at all inferior.

The county magistrate has no intention of letting go.

The young man didn't care either, he glanced at An Le lightly, and quickly looked away, staying on the county magistrate.

"Since you're just here to deliver a letter, why didn't you show up until now?"

The young man looked at An Le, smiled meaningfully, and said, "Some aspects are delayed."

An Le pursed her lips and remained silent.

The county magistrate said: "Who asked you to deliver the letter?"

The young man didn't shy away either, and said with a candid smile, "Poetry is a hundred miles away."

The county magistrate showed a slightly puzzled expression.

An Le's eyes flashed, and his gaze towards the young man became sharp and indifferent.

The young man turned a deaf ear, he changed the umbrella to his left hand, and took out a piece of letter paper that was not neatly folded from the sleeve with his right hand, he walked towards the county magistrate, and handed out the letter paper.

The county magistrate glanced at it, only the ink stains on the back of the paper could be vaguely seen.

The young man smiled softly, not knowing why, and said, "I'm not a guest from Jiangnan."

The county magistrate raised his eyebrows slightly and accepted the letter.

Afterwards, the young man smiled slightly at An Le and said, "He also wants to advise you—"

An Le raised her eyebrows contemptuously, "En"

"'It doesn't matter if you're thinking about your past friendship, or wanting to be strangers to each other, after all, it's you, not me, who want to live in peace, so let's drink and leave'."

After the young man finished speaking, he turned around leisurely with his umbrella in his hand, stepped on the sound of the pattering rain, and faded into the rainy alley, and the faint fragrance of herbs in the air also dissipated.

An Le was silent for a while and said, "Why didn't your lord stop him?"

The county magistrate snorted coldly: "Are you a fool when you are an official?"

An Le smiled softly, a little slyly.

"Your Excellency also saw it?"

"With such a large figure on the eaves, even if he could not make a sound, he would have been seen long ago."

An Le looked towards the eaves. The black shadow who had been guarding the roof just now was no longer there. He guessed that he had faded into the rain with the young man in white.

The county magistrate loosened his grip on the umbrella, only to realize that his fingertips had turned white from the excessive force just now.

"Let's go." The county magistrate said.

An Le followed the footsteps of the county magistrate, and walked towards the mansion through the rain.

……

The rain was not heavy, but it continued to rain for a long time, and it didn't stop until midnight.

The window in An Le's room was not closed, and the wind blew the rain into the bed obliquely, wet half of the bed, An Le was facing the half of the bed in distress, faintly heard birdsong from the sound of rain.

An Le raised his eyes, and saw a bird with strange hair flying nimbly from a distance, with a small roll of paper tied to his leg, which was already wet by the rain.

The bird flew close, and when it saw An Le, it flapped its wings and chirped twice.

An Le: "..."

Just as the bird flew towards the window, An Le quickly closed the window expressionlessly, and the bird ran into it quickly.

Hearing the bird screaming outside the window, Anle pouted, opened the window anyway, and let it in. The bird flapped its wings and landed on the other half of the bed that was not wet by Anle.

"...Don't throw yourself on my bed soaked in the future."

An Le pointed at it.

Bird tilted his head.

"Did you hear?"

Bird shook his body, water droplets splashed down, and Anle's entire bed was soaked.

"..."

The bird jumped forward a few times and stretched out one of its paper-bound legs.

An Le sighed and took it off and opened it.

The ink on it is already a little blurred, but it can still be seen clearly, after all, there is only one word written on it——

fast.

One word made Anle frown.

An Le quickly opened the cabinet and took out the pen and ink from inside. He wrote a line of words on the paper with a somewhat worn-out pen. After the ink dried, he rolled up the paper and tied it to the bird's leg.

At this time, footsteps came from outside the door, and An Le became a little flustered.

"Send it to the ghost doctor as soon as possible."

An Le whispered to the bird.

The bird flapped its wings and flew out of the window into the rain.

The door was knocked three times.

"My lord, please."

An Le responded, quickly put the pen and ink back to its original place, put on a coat and went out.

When An Le walked halfway and was about to cross the open backyard, he realized that he forgot to take his umbrella.

"..."

The county magistrate sat at the table, looking coldly at An Le who was drenched all over.

An Le brushed away the strands of hair that fell down her cheeks.

"Forgot to take your umbrella?"

"Yes."

"Because you were in a hurry to go out?"

"……no."

"Oh?"

"..."

The county magistrate didn't pursue it any further, he spread out a piece of paper and put it on the table.

An Le stepped forward to take a look.

There are only three lines of characters written on it, flowing and flowing, very chic——

In the capital city, good and bad are mixed.Ming Jun no longer, no talent to find.The slander is exaggerated, which is sad and deplorable.Strangers worth mentioning, this is not mutual happiness?