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

Before dawn, An Le woke up, unable to fall asleep staring at the beams of the room.

He moved his arms and felt a little weak. When he raised his arms to his forehead, he felt hot.

"..."

An Le sighed and stuffed her arms back into the bedding.

He didn't pay much attention to it because his wind-cold recovered quickly, but unexpectedly he got sick.

Thinking about it, he never cared much about the wind and cold before, and it would be good to sleep and drink saliva for two or three days.

"Could it be that I was born to be at odds with this county magistrate?"

Lying on the bed tossing and thinking, An Le lifted the quilt and sat up.

The hand stove that the magistrate gave last night was still on the table, but An Le didn't have much interest in using it.

In fact, in An Le's eyes, a hand stove is not as real as the white sable fur that the county magistrate wears all the time.

"But how much money would it cost?" An Le rubbed his chin, quickly put aside this ridiculous idea, wrapped his coat tightly and pushed the door out.

Ding'an County is getting colder every day. It seems like it's going to snow. Several winter rains have already made the weather completely cold. I'm afraid that Ding'an County will be covered with snow before the new year is over.

An Le was trembling, trembling, he just wanted to make a cup of tea to warm up, he had already drank all the wine yesterday, and now the wine shop is probably not open yet.

An Le went to the kitchen with ease, picked up a few dry firewood and started to boil water.

And An Le sat by the fire, sniffing his nose and warming his hands.

It dawned late in winter, and Anle squatted on the ground, feeling that the sparks from the thunderbolts were a bit dazzling.

The water is on.

An Le poured half a cup from the teacup before suddenly realizing that the tea leaves were all put away by the county magistrate, and the kitchen didn't even have tea residue.

"..."

Forget it, just boil the water...

An Le held it in his hand and covered it for a while, then took another sip, which almost caused a blister.

"..."

What is this called?

It's like a dog that has been hungry for ten days and a half months, but the meat under its paws is rotten. Should it be eaten or not?

An Le smashed it a few times, so he had to hold it in his hand and wait for it to cool down before drinking it.

He sniffed and looked up suddenly.

An Le calmed down and listened for a while, then hurriedly turned around and extinguished the fire.

The wooden door of the kitchen creaked open.

"Who?"

An Le dared not speak out.

The cold voice was full of contempt, "An Le, do you think you can hide it from me?"

An Le blinked, sighed heavily, and slowly got up.

"grown ups."

The county magistrate stood at the door with his arms folded, the white sable fur still draped over his shoulders.

"Is this the second time the officer caught you in the kitchen?"

An Le smiled awkwardly.

The county magistrate swept over the firewood and then the kettle on the stage.

"what are you doing?"

"Make tea."

"Oh? Where's the tea?"

An Le paused, "No tea."

The county magistrate sneered, "You went to boil water to make tea in my kitchen before dawn, and now you still ask me for tea?"

An Le lowered his head, "Caomin dare not."

The county magistrate was not angry either, "What are you making tea for? I remember that you don't like tea."

"chilly."

"...Where is the hand stove that the officer gave you?"

"On the table."

The county magistrate twitched his mouth, "Isn't it cold? What is the hand stove for?"

An Le said: "But it's the hands that are warm, not the body."

The county magistrate pondered for a moment, "Come here."

An Le raised his eyes, and the county magistrate turned and walked out of the kitchen.

"Bring your water and come here."

An Le raised her eyebrows, and followed with a water bottle.

The county magistrate walked into the study and picked up the wick.

An Le casually put the kettle on the magistrate's desk, and the dripping water soaked the paper on the magistrate's desk.

The county magistrate cast a cold stare, turned around and took out three cans of tea from the cabinet.

An Le was taken aback.

Who would keep tea in his study?

"Don't you want to make tea? Make it."

The county magistrate looked at An Le's somewhat shocked expression, raised his eyebrows and said.

An Le blinked, "I soak?"

The county magistrate gave another cold look, "Why don't you return me as an official?"

An Le sniffed, and resignedly grabbed the tea leaves and threw them into the kettle.

The corner of the county magistrate's mouth twitched.

"Is this how you make tea?" The county magistrate asked slightly annoyed.

An Le said innocently: "Your Excellency also knows that I don't like tea, how can I know how to make tea?"

The county magistrate grabbed the tea pot.

The aroma of tea is dense and fragrant.

The county magistrate poured himself half a glass.

An Le was naturally even less polite, and took a sip contentedly.

hot.

bitter.

astringent.

An Le silently put down the cup of tea that he only took a sip of.

The county magistrate seems to like it very much.

The county magistrate said: "Since you don't like to use the hand stove, then come back."

An Le immediately said, "Don't."

The county magistrate raised his eyebrows, "Why?"

"It's nice to put it there."

"..."

An Le realized something was wrong, and suddenly said flatteringly: "Even if your lord's things are not used, just putting them there will make the grassy people's humble house shine."

"... Put away your disgusting face for me!"

"..."

An Le shrugged and shut up.

The county magistrate said again: "It's not enough to have a hand stove, but you are greedy."

An Le said casually: "If you give me the sable fur you are wearing."

The county magistrate: "..."

An Le came back to his senses again, and changed his words: "Actually, I don't want to wear this one, sir, other clothes are also fine..."

The county magistrate: "..."

An Le bit her tongue, "Uh, not clothes, pants..."

The county magistrate: "..."

An Le felt that she had better shut up.

He must have lost his mind today.

The county magistrate put down the teacup, and suddenly got up and came over.

An Le was stunned.

The county magistrate's cold hand touched his forehead, and then touched his own forehead.

"Fever?"

An Le opened her eyes and said nothing.

The county magistrate looked at those eyes that had been shining with sly light, raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you stupid?"

An Le blinked, looked away and said, "It's just the wind and cold."

The county magistrate sat back down again.

"I'll find a doctor to show you later."

An Le still had that slightly sly smile, "Your Excellency, don't worry."

Just as the county magistrate was about to say something, the window was suddenly pushed open, and the piercing winter wind blew in, blowing out the wick.

The county magistrate angrily picked up the wick, and said to the man flying in from the window: "Can't you just walk through the main entrance?"

The man in black blinked his eyes, glanced at An Le, walked hurriedly to the magistrate's side, bent down, leaned into his ear and said, "My lord, something happened."

The county magistrate was taken aback, and gave An Le a wink.

An Le resigned tactfully, and took away the can of high-quality tea that the county magistrate placed on the table by the way.

The county magistrate caught a glimpse, but didn't say anything.

The man in black waited until An Le's footsteps could no longer be heard, then took out a letter from his pocket and handed it over, and said to the county magistrate, "My lord, the prince is dying, and the imperial doctor said it will only be half a month at most."

The magistrate's hand trembled, and the teacup in his hand shattered.

He quickly took the letter from the man in black and glanced at it hastily.

bump.

The county magistrate got up, but the chair fell to the ground, "Prepare your horse, go back to Beijing!"

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It's been so long, it's time to start the plot