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

Sitting on a tree in the backyard, An Le saw the servants preparing horses for the county magistrate.

An Le raised his hand to wipe his nose, and sneezed. He squatted on the tree for a while, and soon saw the county magistrate turned on his horse, covered in morning glory, and left without a trace.

"Yiqi Juechen is a beauty?" An Le joked.

About half an hour later, there was a knock on An Le's door.

A young doctor came in. If An Le remembered correctly, he should be the doctor surnamed Wang who lived by the bridge.

Doctor Wang cut to the chase and said, "My lord, let me come down to see Mr. An's illness."

An Le raised her eyebrows, and said with a playful smile: "Your Excellency left in such a hurry this morning, but still thought about finding a doctor for me?"

Seeing An Le's bright smile, Dr. Wang was stunned, and quickly returned to his senses: "I was indeed called here this morning."

An Le casually put his wrist on the table, and Doctor Wang came over to feel his pulse.

"The silver comes from me?"

Doctor Wang was taken aback, "No, my lord has already paid for it before."

"My lord really loves me so much, what about the money for the medicine?"

Doctor Wang said: "Well, I'm afraid Mr. An will have to pay for it himself."

An Le snorted.

Doctor Wang then wrote Zhang's prescription and said to An Le: "It's just a febrile disease. Drinking the medicine for three or four days should be enough. Be careful of catching a cold these days—"

Anle nodded perfunctorily.

Doctor Wang chatted again, "Look at the weather, there will be another winter rain recently."

An Le was taken aback, and looked out the window, only to see a black cloud.

"Yes."

Dr. Wang left with the medicine box.

An Le heard his footsteps fading away, and casually threw the prescription aside.

"Drink medicine?" An Le shook his head, he wouldn't pay for the medicine himself.

As the sky was getting brighter, An Le glanced at the plain umbrella painted with ink in the corner, and then at the drowsy sky.

He blinked, then sat up suddenly, counted the days with his arms open, and then raised the corners of his mouth, "It's almost time for the ghost doctor to arrive."

……

As Doctor Wang said, another winter rain fell in Ding'an County.

An Le held the plain umbrella on his shoulder, painted with chic ink and wash, and a wine gourd pinned to his waist, and walked to the inn of the dancer through the rain.

The dancer also seemed to know that he was coming, and when An Le opened the door and came in, she had already made tea.

An Le was not too polite, sat down and took a sip of tea.

The dancer raised her eyebrows and gestured: "Aren't you not fond of tea?"

An Le said: "I can't help myself." Then he touched the things in his arms, just about to take out the hairpin, but suddenly changed his mind.

Snapped.

An Le took out a box and put it on the table.

The dancer glanced at it.

A tea caddy.

The dancer raised her eyebrows in doubt.

An Le said with a smile: "My lord's things are brought for you. They should be high-quality tea."

The dancer gestured and said, "Do you dare to steal anything from the county magistrate?"

An Le shrugged and said, "Would you like to spend thousands of dollars to make a beautiful woman smile. Not to mention a pot of tea? How much is this worth?"

The dancer moved her lips, and silently spit out two words: prodigal.

An Le acted as if he hadn't seen it, "The ghost doctor will be able to reach Ding'an County almost today, you should follow him from now on, at least you can save your life, right?"

"how about you?"

"Me?" An Le said with a smile, "how can my life, which is as cheap as a mustard, compare to that of a beauty?"

The dancer's expression was still gloomy, "It's still too late to get away."

An Le stopped smiling, and narrowed her black eyes slightly, "If it's really possible, I don't want to go into this muddy water."

The dancer frowns and remains silent.

"Beauties should still care about their own hands. As long as the hand bones are healed, don't blind others casually. Don't always forget the pain when the scars are healed."

The dancer turned her head away.

An Le continued: "It's not that you don't know that Mr. Xue has already offered a huge reward for your head. It's not just a small amount of a few hundred taels. If I hadn't had a good relationship with you, I would have brought your head to see Xue Master."

The dancer glared at him.

An Le looked towards the door and said with a smile, "Here we come."

Sure enough, the door was knocked three times.

Then a black-haired young man in Tsing Yi walked in, holding a red paper umbrella in his hand, with a smile on his mouth, clear eyes and handsome eyebrows.

"An Le, long time no see."

An Le pointed to her head and smiled, "Why didn't you greet our beauty first? Did you come to greet me first?"

The young man laughed, "The dancer doesn't care."

An Le waved her hand and said, "Forget it, show her the bones in her hand. I haven't broken her tendons, but I can't fix her bones either. Leave as soon as possible after it's cured."

The young man walked in and sat down.

The dancer passed her hand over.

After the inspection, the young man said: "The bone in the hand is broken, and it will take a long time to raise it." Then he raised his eyes and smiled at An Le, "You are really ruthless."

An Le shrugged and changed the subject, "When are you leaving?"

The young man said: "It should take some days, wait for him to come back."

An Le frowned and said, "Sword Ghost? I'm still wondering why there is no trace of him. Where did he go?"

The young man poured himself a cup of tea, "The capital."

An Le's face suddenly changed.

"What is he going to do?"

The young man half-opened his eyes and said softly: "I have no right to ask about his affairs."

An Le smiled contemptuously: "If you can't even ask about your ghost doctor, I'm afraid no one will know."

The young man smiled.

An Le said again: "Tell him to be careful, my lord just got up this morning and went back to Beijing, so I'm afraid something might happen."

The young man said: "The crown prince is dying, it is said that it has only been half a month."

An Le's eyes suddenly became clear, but she almost dropped the teacup in her hand.

"The prince's time is coming?"

The young man stopped laughing lightly, and his face was heavy, "If the prince dies, I'm afraid there will be another bloodbath."

An Le snorted contemptuously, "It's just that the secret competition has moved to the table. Who will be in charge next?"

The young man's eyes were slightly closed, and the corners of his mouth curled up, his exceptionally handsome face looked alluring.

"I'm afraid it might be the Fifth Prince."

After a peaceful meal, he said in disbelief, "Fifth Prince?"

Everyone in the world knows that there are four sons in today's sage, the first prince is the dying prince who is holding his breath, and the third prince who is born to concubine Xiang is extremely unfavored and almost no one cares about it. On the contrary, the prince is talented and has great ambitions. If his mother's title is not high, otherwise his status will be higher, and the last fifth prince, who is stubborn by nature and has no intention of studying, relies on himself to inherit the queen's status. Beautiful and free all day long, extremely romantic.

In terms of talent, knowledge, and self-cultivation, how can the fifth prince, who is still young and has a stubborn nature, compare to the fourth prince?

An Le sneered and said, "If it's true that the Fifth Prince wears this crown, I'm afraid it will become a joke of the world! Do these old guys think that all living beings in the world are blind fools!"

The young man took a sip of tea slowly and said: "Although the fourth prince is not very favored, he is still a discerning person, but in terms of the power behind him, he is no match for the fifth prince. If the prince really falls , the power behind the prince will definitely be transferred to the hands of the fifth prince."

An Le was silent.

If this is the case, the world may only fall into the hands of the five princes in the end.

Firstly, the power of the empress, and then the favor of the emperor, but still occupying the power behind the prince, not to mention whether he will take over the crown in the future, now he has already enjoyed half of the country.

An Le propped his head wearily.

"It's no wonder Shi Gui has been deliberately trying to get close to the fourth prince. One of the reasons is probably that he wants to help him?"

The young man poured tea silently.

The current situation is not yet clear, and everything is still uncertain. If the crown prince survives for a day, their struggle will not see the light of day, and the poet ghost has not made much movement yet. No response was made.

No one will know how many cards a player has until the end of a game of chess.