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

It's cold and frosty.

The county magistrate stood under the tree in the backyard, and the plum blossoms beside him were still so sparse.

The man in black stood behind the county magistrate and said, "My lord, it's not dawn yet, let's go to rest—"

The county magistrate glanced at Anle's room, heard a faint snoring sound, and said, "No need. Let's go now."

The man in black sighed secretly, "My lord, it's okay to go after noon."

The county magistrate looked at the man in black, and the man in black had no choice but to lead the way.

The dungeon was even colder than outside, with no sunlight all day long, cold and damp, with a decaying and musty smell.

The county magistrate walked to a cell with a torch, and the smell of rust came over his face.

The man locked inside moved and got up from the haystack. His thin body, sallow complexion, and hair that hadn't been cleaned for a long time made him look so embarrassed.

The county magistrate asked straight to the point: "Do you still remember that you stole my jade bracelet?"

"……Remember."

The man's voice was hoarse and low. He raised his head and looked at the county magistrate with blank eyes.

"But why did your lord come to me? That woman is the one who stole your jade bracelet with her own hands."

The county magistrate said nonchalantly, "She's dead."

The man cut off his voice.

The county magistrate waited patiently, and the man continued intermittently: "How did you die?"

"Hit yourself against a wall."

The man's lips trembled, and he sneered softly, "My lord, you drove her to death, are you going to force me to death?"

The county magistrate was not annoyed, "Compared to a dark dungeon, suicide is also a good choice."

The man suddenly stood up, grabbed the iron railing in front of him, and shouted at the county magistrate: "How can we understand our pain when we are rich! Even if we die in front of the Zhumen, the smell of decay may not be able to reach your nose Down below, even the bones all over the ground can't block the way of your carriage!"

The man in black drew his sword out of its sheath, pressed it against the man's neck and said, "Bold, rude man!"

The county magistrate waved his hand and said, "Forget it, you go to the door and watch."

The man in black responded and snorted at the man again, withdrew his sword and turned towards the door.

The county magistrate said: "That woman should be about the same as you? Since she has no obsessions and chose to hit the wall to kill herself, why do you want to live on?"

The man lowered his eyes silently.

The county magistrate said: "What are you waiting for? Or, who are you waiting for?"

The man said indifferently: "Did you come here just to ask these questions?"

The county magistrate gave a gracious expression.

"However, will your lord believe what I say?"

The county magistrate said: "It's just for reference."

The man turned his head contemptuously.

"Then I have nothing to say to my lord! Last time I said everything I needed to say!"

The county magistrate frowned, recalling the object of the man's quality control, "Did An Le instruct you to do this?"

The man said: "Since you don't believe me, why bother to ask?"

The county magistrate was slightly annoyed, "Is it Anle?"

"……It's him."

The sly smile on the corner of An Le's mouth flashed in the mind of the county magistrate, always so strategic and easy-going, but now he wants to tear off the mask on this face immediately!

The man said contemptuously: "Why does your lord trust him so much? Could it be that your lord really can't see any flaws! I don't know exactly who An Le is, but he will definitely not be an ordinary young master!"

The county magistrate silently watched the man's various acts of cursing An Le.

"How do you think he got all the money on his body? How do you think he lived before this? My lord, open your eyes and see! He has no source of income at all, no relatives, no friends, no fixed place, I just followed my lord like a rice bug, but didn't you really notice, my lord?"

The county magistrate said: "What did you find?"

"He possesses martial arts, and his internal strength is good! He obviously has this ability, but why is he willing to nest in a place like Ding'an County?"

The county magistrate listened expressionlessly.

But the man became more and more excited, "I asked someone to investigate in private, and he has a good relationship with the four ghosts and four talents, and there is nowhere to hide his background. Presumably, my lord can't find any clues either, right?"

The county magistrate interrupted impatiently: "I said so much nonsense just to make the official doubt An Le?"

The man froze.

"I'm not blind or stupid, and I've never trusted him. The purpose of my officer's coming here is not to listen to your judgments on him, and besides—" the magistrate paused, "You don't deserve to judge him."

The man squinted his eyes and said, "Isn't your lord the county magistrate? Shouldn't you find out what you really want and let people like An Le go to the dungeon?"

The county magistrate sneered, "It's a joke."

The man stared in disbelief.

The county magistrate's eyes turned cold, "I don't have such leisure time."

The man pursed his lips, and was about to speak but was interrupted by the county magistrate: "I will ask you another question. What exactly did An Le ask you to do? What is the purpose?"

The man trembled all over, "...Stealing Sir's jade bracelet——"

Swah——

A sword stabbed into the man's arm!The man bit his lip and grunted.

"to be frank."

The county magistrate held his sword and said coldly.

"……it is true!"

The man trembled all over, but the sword pierced deeper, staining the dry grass under his knees.

"last chance."

The man gritted his teeth and opened his mouth.

"Why doesn't the county magistrate believe it?"

The county magistrate said: "I know this is not the truth."

The man clenched his hands into fists, "My lord, if I tell you that I really want to, will you let me live and let me leave this dungeon?"

Faced with this condition, the county magistrate dismissed him and said, "You want to live so much?"

The man laughed at himself: "It was only for survival that I fell to such a point."

The county magistrate thought for a while, "Forget it. But if you dare to deceive me—"

"Of course I dare not!"

The magistrate withdrew his sword a bit.

"can."

The man secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"My lord, An Le ordered us to steal a letter from my lord—"

The county magistrate suddenly frowned.

"What letter?"

The man hurriedly said: "He didn't go into details, he just asked us to steal all the letters, and he said that he stole all the letters, so we don't have to worry about what letters it is."

The county magistrate was getting more and more annoyed, but Anle ordered people to do things in the same way. However, when this man said these things, either he himself was not trusted by Anle, or he was lying, or it was both.

Thinking of this, the county magistrate's sword went a little deeper, and the man in pain grinned.

"What is the purpose?"

The man said: "I really don't know! An Le hasn't said anything, and I haven't even seen him a few times."

The county magistrate suddenly remembered the thief who broke into the study that day, "Apart from that woman, do you have any other accomplices? Did An Le order other people to do things?"

The man shook his head repeatedly and said, "My lord, I really don't know anything anymore!"

The county magistrate was sullen. It seemed that An Le really didn't trust this person, and it was impossible to get him to say something.

The county magistrate returned the sword to its sheath, and said to the man, "It will take a few more days to let you out of the dungeon—"

The man kowtowed in gratitude, but suddenly he heard the roar of the man in black coming from the door.

"Who! Come out to me!"

The county magistrate turned around and saw a figure flashing past quickly, he frowned.

The man suddenly screamed and fell to the ground!Three bamboo needles pierced his chest.

The person who made the shot was lazily leaning against the wall.

The face of the visitor was reflected in the eyes of the magistrate, and the flickering fire light shone on his bright cheeks, and his red dress was particularly eye-catching.