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

An Le's gaze stayed on the letter paper, and the county magistrate waited for a while before he heard An Le say, "What do you think this means?"

The county magistrate raised his eyebrows and said, "This is a question I want to ask you."

An Le pursed her lips and remained silent.

The county magistrate was not in a hurry, he held up the teacup slowly, and took a sip methodically.

But An Le was not so indifferent, he stared at the three lines on the letter paper, his eyes flickered again and again, but he never uttered a word.

The cold winter air came in through the half-opened window, and Anle's fingers turned red from the cold.

The county magistrate warmed his hands with a cup of tea, and he said nonchalantly, "I know the first three sentences, but I just want to ask you what you mean by the last sentence."

An Le finally raised her eyes, those eyes that were originally full of cunning, mockery, and meaninglessness were now extremely deep.

"My lord, why should you ask questions knowingly?"

The county magistrate raised his eyes, and the two looked at each other. There were some secrets hidden in the eyes, and they were both trying to dig out the things behind each other, and they didn't want to be seen through by each other. In this case, the two had no choice but to entangle each other up.

The lord sneered, "An Le, that's probably why I don't believe you all this time."

An Le chuckled and said, "My lord, the poet Baili is just here to declare that he is a stranger to me. I really don't know why your lord is suspicious? Is it because of Baili's words?"

The county magistrate said noncommittally, "Maybe."

An Le is silent.

The county magistrate continued: "The whereabouts of the four ghosts are gradually revealed, and their influence is expanding. Although the ghost of poetry has been dismissed from office and lived in seclusion, he has always been stalking the court. If he wants to, he can even influence the decision of the emperor. But now it is only a tiny bit Poor. Everything about Poet Ghost has been buried in the dark, but so far, the flaws have been exposed everywhere, and I'm just uneasy."

An Le was stunned, he never expected that the county magistrate would say this to him, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

The county magistrate took a sip of tea.

An Le held two hands that were red from the cold, "How did your lord know that Baili had an eyeliner in the court?"

The county magistrate looked at him contemptuously, snorted coldly, and did not answer.

An Le curled her lips for fun, "Since your lord doesn't believe me, why did you tell me this? Aren't you afraid that I will doubt your lord's identity?"

The candlelight flickered, and the lord folded the letter paper and put it away.

"Didn't you already know?" The lord said indifferently, "I just want you to reciprocate."

The county magistrate stared at Anle, but Anle remained silent.

After a stalemate for a while, the lord sighed and held the teacup and said, "It's fine if you don't say anything, just back down."

A sense of relief flashed across An Le's face for a moment, and he quickly returned to his original state.

"Yes."

The county magistrate looked at An Le's back with a little disappointment, and took a sip of tea slowly.

An Le gently closed the door, but did not hear the adults sigh in the room.

"The smell of tea is gone..."

The rain outside has not stopped, but it is getting heavier and heavier.

An Le's shirt was almost completely soaked, and it stuck to his body coldly, and he quickly flew towards his own room using the lightness kung fu.

……

Not long after An Le left, another black figure appeared in the magistrate's study.

The man in black said: "My lord, that carrier pigeon has appeared again."

The magistrate frowned.

The man in black continued: "This subordinate saw clearly this time, it flew out of the comfort room."

The county magistrate suddenly raised his head, his cold voice pierced the air, mixed with the cold air after winter, "An Le?"

"Yes."

"Hmph, this guy really knows how to play." The magistrate snorted coldly, his eyes had completely cooled down, like a frozen pool of death.

"Give me a good look at him, and don't allow him to leave that house. If he violates..." The county magistrate paused, "Leave a life and a mouth."

The man in black took the order and retreated out.

The county magistrate rubbed the edge of the teacup with his fingers, and his fingertips turned white from exertion, while the magistrate's complexion was ashen, almost every word was bitten up and spit out, "An, Le!"

And An Le didn't have a good night, he was shivering from the cold after being exposed to the rain, and he didn't recover from lying on the bed for a long time.There are no maidservants or domestic servants around this miscellaneous room, only the shadows that hide and hide every day.

In short, there is nothing to say this night.

……

The next day, the winter rain did not stop, but it was much lighter. The rain was still dripping from the eaves, and the ground was full of water.

An Le opened his eyes drowsily, unable to move because of his weakness.

But someone sincerely didn't want him to lie down all the time, and the knock on the door was not light or heavy.

Cursing in her heart, An Le got up and opened the door, but when she looked up, she saw the county magistrate with a dark and handsome face.

An Le asked in a daze, "My lord?"

The county magistrate looked over An Le's shoulder and scanned the entire room.

After a while, the county magistrate said in a low voice, "Take out a pen and paper."

An Le was taken aback, sniffing for a pen and paper, the magistrate walked straight in and sat on the stool in the middle.

Because the pen, paper and inkstone were placed under the cabinet, An Le had to squat down to look for them, but when she got up again, she felt dizzy.

The county magistrate stared at the pen, paper and inkstone in front of his eyes. The tip of the pen was still stained with half-dry ink, but more than half of the paper had been torn off, and the ink on the inkstone seemed to have been ground for a while.

The magistrate's face became even more gloomy.

"Anle."

An Le froze, and answered in a daze.

"exist."

The county magistrate stared at An Le's tired but still extremely beautiful face with death-like eyes.

"Can you explain to me why these pens, paper, ink and inkstones look like they have not been used for a long time?"

Hearing this, An Le was shocked, his eyes instantly became clear, and the color of his eyes flickered almost inaudibly, and then he realized the reason why the county magistrate asked him for pen and ink.

The magistrate looked even colder, "Huh? Give me a reason."

An Le is now dizzy and shivering with cold.

After a while, An Le replied vaguely: "Probably, it's because of the rain and damp..."

"..."

The county magistrate's mouth twitched.

An Le himself felt that his brain was burnt out.

"You really know how to make up reasons." The adult sarcastically said, "Do you think I will believe you!"

An Le pursed her lips in silence.

The county magistrate was very angry and laughed back: "Who have you been communicating with?"

An Le lowered her head and didn't answer.

"Where is that carrier pigeon now?"

An Le still didn't answer.

"Answer me!"

An Le shivered. He was only wearing a shirt and a coat. His teeth were chattering from the cold, and he almost bit his tongue.

He raised his eyes to look at the county magistrate, and found that his handsome face was completely gloomy.

An Le gritted her teeth, and said in a tone like a strong man breaking his wrist: "I just wrote a love letter to a beauty!"

"...?"

An Le felt that what was written in today's almanac should be inappropriate.

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