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

Under the intricate eyes of the boy, An Le took the sugar figurine from the magistrate tremblingly. The image of the sugar figurine was Monkey Sun, and it looked very delicate. An Le really liked it—but he didn’t want to eat it, he was afraid Eat the sugar blower's saliva...

And——An Le raised his eyes and glanced at the cold side face of the magistrate—is he going to send him a sugar figurine worth a few pennies?

Shouldn't it?

An Le looked at the county magistrate expectantly.

At least give some silver taels, right?

The county magistrate didn't seem to notice An Le's sparkling eyes, he simply turned around and raised his foot to leave.

An Le blinked, a little disappointed.He helped the lord stop the thief and kept the lord's jade bracelet. Although it was wrong to frame his colleagues, at least he could get some benefits from the lord, right?At least not just a sugar man with a few pennies——

But the county magistrate resolutely left Anle with a handsome back.

An Le sighed, twirling the sugar figurine and walking in the opposite direction of the county magistrate.

Before he had gone a few steps, the servant who was following the county magistrate ran up to him, and said dissatisfiedly, "Why are you going, the young master hasn't let you go yet!"

An Le raised his eyebrows and smiled: "If I don't leave, what am I going to do? Are you going home with your young master?"

He suddenly thought about it, did the county magistrate finally realize that he had to give money?

An Le looked at the county magistrate who was walking ahead.

The county magistrate stopped and turned his face slightly to look over.

An Le happened to bump into those deep black eyes.

"Come here." The county magistrate's cold voice came.

An Le walked past in small steps, happily wondering if the county magistrate would be more generous and give more money.

The county magistrate asked, "Have you finished visiting the temple fair?"

An Le wondered: "There are still some places I haven't visited."

"Let's go."

"Where are you going?" An Le was stunned.

"Didn't you say that there are still places to go?" The magistrate raised his eyebrows.

An Le blinked, "Does your lord want to follow?"

"Ah."

An Le blinked again, he really wanted to ask why, but he didn't dare to ask, so he cast his eyes on the servant beside the county magistrate.

The servant snorted coldly and ignored him.

An Le was stunned for a while, since the county magistrate wanted to follow, how could he steal the purses of those rich men and daughters!

The county magistrate raised his foot again, but seeing An Le froze in place, he frowned and said, "Why don't you leave?"

An Le blinked and regained consciousness.

He quickly followed and stood beside the magistrate——suddenly felt like the magistrate's servant...

After following in a daze for a while, the county magistrate suddenly said, "Why don't you eat?"

An Le looked up, "What to eat?"

"Sugar man."

An Le glanced at the sugar figurine in his hand, then raised his head and said, "Uh, actually, the sugar figurine is not necessarily for eating...you can also use it for viewing."

The county magistrate raised his eyebrows, "Look?"

An Le: "..." Did the county magistrate always think that sugar figures are for eating?

"That's why it's so complicated?"

An Le: "Yes." Doesn't the county magistrate have a childhood?Delicious things must look good!Otherwise, ghosts will come to buy.

The county magistrate was silent for a while, and then said: "It can be made from sugar, and it will melt if you don't eat it."

An Le: "..."

Does the county magistrate mean that he must watch him finish eating?But he doesn't want to eat the sugar blower's saliva!

The boy suddenly poked his head out from the other side of the county magistrate, and stared at him with fierce eyes—although An Le didn't think so fiercely in his eyes.

An Le: "..." Are you threatening him to finish eating?

After silently sighing, An Le resignedly stuffed the sugar figure into his mouth, and his head was contained by him.

"Where else are you going to visit?"

An Le took out that sweet and greasy head, smashed it and said, "Go and pray."

The county magistrate nodded, "Let's go."

An Le held that head in his mouth again, and the abacus in his stomach was crackling. If the county magistrate closed his eyes and prayed for blessings, it would be his chance to take advantage of it!

Walking to the temple where he prayed for blessings, An Le waited for the county magistrate to choose a seat first and then pick a seat far away.

However, An Le waited, but the county magistrate knelt down to pray for blessings.

An Le looked up suspiciously: "Don't you pray for blessings?"

The county magistrate said indifferently: "No, you can go."

The abacus in An Le's stomach was shattered all over the place, the county magistrate didn't close his eyes and told him how to do it!

An Le curled her lips and had no choice but to kneel down under the eyes of the An An county magistrate to pray for blessings.

Before An Le stood up and stood still, the boy came to find fault again, "You just kneel for a while to pray? It seems that you have no sincerity to the Bodhisattva, and she will not protect you!"

An Le shrugged, "It's okay, I don't believe in this anyway."

The boy was stunned for a moment, and the words that were ready to refute and ridicule him were useless.

The county magistrate didn't say anything.

After leaving the temple, the adult said, "Do you still want to go shopping?"

An Le gritted her teeth and cursed, anyway, you keep your eyes wide open, I can't steal anything!

"Gone."

The magistrate nodded and said, "Go back."

"Yes."

Then An Le licked the sugar man and turned to leave.

"Where are you going?" The servant behind him called again.

An Le turned her head, and said vaguely with sugar in her mouth, "Go home."

The boy glared at him, "Who told you to go home!"

An Le glanced at the magistrate, "Didn't your lord say to go back?"

The county magistrate said: "Yes."

An Le said goodbye again, turned around and wanted to leave again.

This time the servant stopped him directly, "The young master wants you to go back to the yamen!"

An Le was subconsciously startled when he heard the Yamen. Could it be that his theft was found out?Impossible, he has been doing it very secretly.

Thoughts quickly skipped, An Le turned her head again with a calm and indifferent expression, "Why do you want to know the Yamen?"

The county magistrate spoke up, "I need you to tell the story of the case."

An Le thought for a while, did he have to wait until the lecture was finished before giving him money?But just to be on the safe side-

"I helped my lord stop the thief and saved my lord's jade bracelet. Will there be a reward?"

Before the county magistrate could speak, the servant roared, "Bold! How dare you ask the young master for a reward?"

An Le was startled by his yelling, and bit off the sugar man's head at once.

"Yes." The county magistrate spoke, as indifferent as ever.

An Le smiled openly, holding the sugar man's head in his mouth, "Reward?"

"Ah."