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

Cold, as cold as an ice blade piercing the back.

An Le could feel the tingling pain in his chest but couldn't breathe. He opened it with difficulty, but saw a piece of green.

"……what?"

An Le coughed, but choked on the water.

An Le suddenly realized that he fell into the water.

Now the sword on his back pierced straight through his chest, and the wound on his arm numbs his senses.

If he could go back alive, it would be a blessing from the gods.

But An Le never believed in these things, he only believed in the wine jug on his waist and the copper plate in his arms.

It took a bit of effort to paddle with his arms, but he had no other choice. He couldn't breathe underwater, which made him lose consciousness, but fortunately, he didn't sink too deep.

After finally surfacing, An Le felt that he was about to be suffocated, the tip of his nose was exposed to the water, he lay down for a while, and turned over in a tortoise-like embarrassment, surrounded by water, sparkling, Floating misty dust mist, you can barely see the shores of the lake on both sides.

An Le pawed the water with both hands, and slowly leaned towards the shore as hard as he could.

The sword on his back was still firmly stabbed there, An Le didn't dare to move too much, he was rushed by the water in other directions, An Le couldn't help it, and his blood had already stained the lake around him red.

"I'm really lucky." An Le blinked and sighed.He was a little thankful that he learned a little more martial arts from that crazy old man back then, and urged his internal strength to survive until now.

After digging for a while, An Le felt exhausted and let the current wash her down.

Now that it was approaching noon, the warm sun made Anle feel more comfortable, but it should be freezing cold here in the middle of the night, right?

"Either shed blood or be frozen to death, is there no better choice?"

An Le still started to close his eyes, he wanted to save his energy but unconsciously wanted to fall asleep.

"How about being poked to death by me?"

An Le suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the shore of the lake.

Even squinting, he could only vaguely see a figure.

The figure approached quickly and gradually became clear.

It's the cloaked man.

The cloaked man's lightness skill was good, he stepped on the water and came to An Le.

The cloaked man originally wanted to reach out to pick up An Le, but when he saw it, he found the sword on An Le's back that pierced his back.

The man in the cloak frowned and said, "If you are picked up like this, you should die, right?"

An Le said weakly: "You won't push me to the shore with water—"

The cloaked man blinked, and instantly sank under the surface of the lake with only one head exposed.

He carefully pushed the water with his internal force, and the water wave brought Anle to the shore.

An Le was finally pushed to the shore, and the man in the cloak jumped out of the water to pull An Le ashore and let him lie on his side.

An Le's breathing was a little unsteady, and he squinted to see the cloak burn.

"Why did you come to save me?"

The cloaked man tore off his cloak and warmed his hands with the fire. He glanced at An Le, "You're annoying, save it if you save it. Do you think I'm an ungrateful person?"

ungrateful?

An Le felt that this word came a little abruptly.

But now he doesn't have the energy to think about it anymore.

Seeing An Le groggy, the man in the cloak said, "Hey beauty, don't fall asleep, be careful not to wake up."

An Le ignored him.

The man in the cloak walked over, patted An Le's face rudely and said, "Hey, what about this sword? We can't let it stab here all the time, can we?"

An Le opened his eyes tiredly and said, "Leave it alone, if you force it hard ♡ be careful to splash my blood on your face."

The cloaked man unconsciously wiped his face.

"Then stop the blood on your arm first, it's all over the floor, it's so dirty."

Anle snorted softly.

The man in the cloak thought he agreed, and lifted up An Le's sleeves, only to find that the blood stains on the sleeves were sticking to his skin.

"Hey, I'm going to cut off your sleeve, it's stuck to the skin."

An Le snorted, "Whatever."

Without saying a word, the man in the cloak picked up the knife and struck.

The cloaked man took out a medicine jar and a few needles from his arms.

An Le glanced at it and said, "The technique is very skillful."

"People are floating in the rivers and lakes, and they still need the skill of protecting themselves. They only know how to count an onion with a knife."

An Le blinked, "Where are your subordinates?"

"Except for those four idiots, everyone else went after that county magistrate."

"Why did you kill him?"

The man in the cloak didn't shy away, "Orders from above."

An Le curled her lips and said, "If I asked you who the hand behind your back belongs to, would you answer truthfully?"

The man in the cloak snorted coldly and said, "What do you think?"

An Le didn't mention this anymore, he closed his eyes.

The cloaked man patted An Le's face again, "Say don't sleep."

"..."

The cloaked man pinched An Le's arm and asked, "Where's your saber?"

"It should still be lying in the lake, what's wrong?"

"That knife is good, I want to grab it and play with it."

"...Are you going to fish at the bottom of the lake?"

"……never mind."

An Le stared at the cloaked man's face for a while, a smile suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he asked with a sly smile, "I think you look familiar."

As An Le expected, the cloaked man made a move.

A trace of surprise flashed across the face of the cloaked man, "Where does it look familiar?"

An Le thought for a while and said, "Eyes."

The cloaked man became more nervous, "You, do you know who I am?"

This time it was An Le's turn to be stunned, he suddenly smiled and said, "Just kidding, why are you nervous?"

The corner of the cloaked man's mouth twitched, and he applied the medicine harder, "It seems that the sword on your back didn't penetrate deep enough, do you still have the strength to joke?"

An Le grinned in pain.

The man in the cloak was silent for a while and said, "Were you spying on me just now?"

The corners of An Le's brows frowned, and his pale face became angry, "After all, there must be a reason why you dropped the order from above to save me, right? I don't believe that you have any kind of chivalry, and you are willing to be a hero."

The corner of the cloaked man's mouth twitched, "That's a good guess."

An Le said again: "In this case, there should be three reasons. One is that you want to plot something from me; the other is that you know me. I think you should be the second type."

The man in the cloak asked curiously, "What about the third type?"

An Le smiled evilly: "The third is that you have taken a fancy to me—"

The man in the cloak smiled and took a deep breath, and pressed down hard with the hand that was wiping the medicine——

"Ow!"

An Le shut up.

The man in the cloak continued to apply the medicine, and he quickly admitted: "Yes, I know you."

An Le raised her eyebrows, "Where did you meet?"

The cloaked man shrugged and said, "We haven't seen it before."

An Le was taken aback, then chuckled, "Oh? Who told you about me then?"

The man in the cloak said indifferently: "You don't need to know."

An Le curled his lips in a bored manner.

The cloaked man tied An Le's arms.

"I can't do anything with this sword, do you want to call someone over for you?"

An Le closed her eyes, cutting off the tiredness in her eyes.

"How can there be people in this kind of place? If you want to go to the city to find a doctor, it will take five or six days to go back and forth. You want me to die in the wild?"

The cloaked man covered An Le with the dried cloak, "Then what are you going to do?"

"Let it be fate."

The man in the cloak laughed, "I don't think you're someone who would resign himself to fate."

Anle slowly opened her eyes, and accidentally glanced at the plum trees on the bank, with sparse buds on the branches, Anle thought it would take a while for them to bloom.

"Indeed not."

The cloaked man lay down with his head on his head.

"I have notified my medical staff to come, but I don't know if he can find this kind of place."

An Le touched his chest, "Don't worry, as long as the blood doesn't flow clean, you should be able to hold on for a while. This sword didn't hit a vital point."

The man in the cloak frowned displeasedly: "You really think about him, he almost stabbed the sword into your heart, right?"

An Le laughed, this time he laughed a little loudly, involving the wound, and the pain made him cry.

The man in the cloak saw him laughing and crying, "..."

The man in the cloak didn't hear An Le's response for a long time, thinking that he was asleep, and just got up to shake him up, but heard An Le's voice faintly.

"One day, he will."

The cloaked man froze.

……

An Le survived the whole night with his back to the fire. He sweated all night, bit his lips and kept silent until the cloaked man woke up and found that something was wrong with him.

"Hey, do you still dare to catch the wind and cold?"

An Le: "..." Why not?

"Hey, get up and eat fish."

"..." No, he hates fishbone.

"Hey--"

An Le couldn't help it anymore, "Master, I just want to sleep peacefully! You can't do this!"

The cloaked man didn't expect him to get angry, blinked and said, "I just want to ask your name."

An Le turned away and closed her eyes, "You didn't tell me your name, besides, do you really not know my name?"

The man in the cloak suddenly fell silent. An Le thought he was bored, but the man in the cloak pondered again: "My name is Li."

An Le snorted, "Not interested."

The man in the cloak stared blankly at An Le's back, and stopped bothering him.

An Le closed her eyes but calculated in her mind the journey to the capital for the county magistrate.

……

The county magistrate was on his way on a horse, and he had already shown it to the doctor accompanying him. The doctor confirmed that An Lesa's medicinal powder had only a paralyzing effect and would not harm the body.

The man in black followed behind the magistrate, "My lord."

"What's the matter?"

"Why did your lord want to kill her? After all, she sacrificed her life to save your lord."

The magistrate snorted coldly, "Are you doubting me?"

The man in black bowed his body slightly, "Subordinates dare not."

The county magistrate did not pursue these matters, "She sacrificed her life to save me, which is why I killed her."

"My lord, please explain in detail."

"You and I don't know her, but she has tried so hard to protect me. It can be seen that she has ulterior motives. Since it doesn't matter whether you kill her or not, it's better to kill her for future troubles."

The man in black was silent.

After a moment of silence, the man in black said: "What if she really came to help Sir? The doctor also proved that the poisonous powder will not leave sequelae."

The county magistrate didn't take it seriously, "If that's the case, why does she always follow behind and refuse to show her face?"

The man in black blinked.

The county magistrate suddenly said: "Why, do you feel distressed?"

The man in black smiled, "But the adults have already done this, so it's inconvenient for other subordinates to say more."

The county magistrate muttered: "Let the people in the mansion check to see if An Le is still in the mansion."

The man in black was stunned, he didn't know the reason why your lord did this, but he still responded respectfully: "Yes—"

The county magistrate still rode at the front, but he had an empty scabbard pinned to his waist.

The adult's hand holding the rein gradually tightened.Regarding this matter, the adults felt that he might be buried in his stomach for the rest of his life and brought into the grave—in fact, when he finally threw the sword, he subconsciously deviated.