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

In autumn, Ding'an County became a bit cooler, and Anle was so sweet and greasy by the sweet sugar figurines and sweet-scented osmanthus cakes that she didn't dare to eat sweet things for three days in a row.

"Young master, I haven't seen you for a long time." The waiter in the tavern greeted him with a smile.

An Le licked her lips, "Is there any liquor?"

Xiao Er nodded and took the worn-out wine gourd, "Naturally, do you want anything else, Master?"

"No need." An Le stood waiting at the door of the tavern, and heard the noise from the tea shop beside him.

Xiao Er swiftly ran in with a gourd full of white wine, and quickly came out again. Seeing An Le staring at the tea shop in a daze, he asked, "What's wrong, young master?"

An Le went straight to the tea shop, "There's trouble again?"

"No, the new county magistrate has become very irritable recently. He hates that Biluochun's tea is not fragrant enough! He's causing trouble!" Xiao Er stuffed the wine gourd into An Le, urging him to leave quickly, so as not to get into trouble.

An Le blinked and said, "Biluochun?"

Could it be that Biluochun was also what the magistrate gave him to drink that night?

Now that I think about it, the tea is indeed not strong enough, but it is indeed a good tea.

"Is it because the tea fragrance is not strong enough to cause trouble?" An Le was a little startled, "Is the magistrate so irritable?"

In fact, he didn't think that the county magistrate had such a violent temper. Looking back on the experience of contacting him, he felt that it was difficult to serve him if he was exhausted.

Xiao Er suppressed his voice and said, "My lord, I don't know? The county magistrate has a subordinate who is not easy to mess with! That person likes tea, but after the county magistrate thought the tea was not strong enough, he also went to drink it, and then he started smashing the shop—— "

An Le said cheerfully: "Where is the tea delicious? I can't swallow the bitter one. Why bother to smash the shop for the tea fragrance?"

Ding--

An Le suddenly jumped back, but unfortunately, although he reacted very quickly, Nai He bumped into Xiao Er, who hadn't reacted, and Nai He moved the sword faster, and Nai He stepped on the broken teacup on the ground.

A sword shining with silver light lay across Anle's neck, drawing thin bloodstains.

"Hero, I have something to say." An Le blinked, and raised the corners of her mouth, half mocking, half disdainful.

"..."

"Hero, put down the knife, it's not good looking to drink with a knife." An Le was still smiling.

"..."

"Heroes—"

"Shut up." The man really put down the sword, and the movement of retracting the sword was also crisp and neat.

An Le touched his neck, and the wet blood stained his entire palm.

An Le took a step forward, right in front of the frightened Xiaoer, "Hero, why bother with my neck?"

The man snorted coldly and didn't answer.

An Le continued to babble: "Hero, why bother with the shop if you are unhappy drinking tea?"

The man gave An Le a sideways look, and said with a sneer, "Did you guess that I am under the new county magistrate?"

An Le even disdainfully said: "You can tell it's not a good thing just by smelling it, so why guess?"

Xiaoer stretched out his hand tremblingly and tugged on La Anle's sleeve, "Don't cause trouble, my lord!"

An Le pulled out her sleeve, and said to Xiaoer, "It's okay, this person is obviously a loser."

The man raised his eyebrows, and with a swipe, the sharp sword was unsheathed again, and the undisguised anger rushed towards his face!

Xiao Er was so frightened that he hid directly in the shop. Seeing this scene, the guest officials in the shop fled in all directions, smashing the wine bottles, smashing the dinner plates, and splashing the wine and vegetable juice all over Xiao Er.

An Le's arms were blackened by the group of people, and he felt a little guilty. He looked at Xiao Er guiltily—the group of people ran away without paying.

"Who are you calling the loser?" The man's sword pointed straight at An Le's throat!

An Le turned his body slightly, and the point of the sword pierced his shoulder.

The man who missed the cut lost his center of gravity, and An Le kicked his heels in a circle, pushing the man on the ground from behind abruptly.

Naturally, the man was not a vegetarian, so he turned around in the air, and the sword immediately turned around, stabbing An Le's chest again!

An Le frowned, if he had a weapon, he could block the sword, but he didn't have a weapon.

He was thinking about whether to expose his martial arts and use lightness to escape, or to take the sword and not make the matter worse-after all, if the county magistrate heard it, it would be a very troublesome thing.

After thinking for a moment, Anle took a few steps back, and the sword pierced directly into his chest. Although he stepped back to ease the force of the stabbing, Anle still suffered from severe pain, and fell unsteadily to the ground.

The man quickly got up, holding the hilt of the sword and pressing down.

An Le bit the corner of her mouth in pain, and cruelly grasped the edge of the sword with both hands, holding it tightly!

The man sneered, "It's like fighting with me with bare hands? Naive!"

An Le narrowed his eyes, provoking and mocking indistinctly, "Hero, who is naive and can't say for sure." Before he finished speaking, An Le poured an internal force into the sword's edge and pressed the man's sword-holding hands!

The man didn't seem to expect Anle to do this, he was thrown out by Anle's internal force unpreparedly, and hit the door frame of the tavern——

Very simply, the door frame collapsed.

The proprietress and the mistresses inside were terrified, An Le got up clutching his chest, but didn't see the mistress he knew.

Dazed, the man rushed over holding the broken plank.

"Is this person crazy?" An Le yelled, the pain in his chest made him unable to react in time——

bass.

A sword was unsheathed.

An Le heard the sheathing sound familiar.

A knife that was all black pierced the man's throat, and a sword cut off the wooden plank in the man's hand!

Seeing the knife, An Le looked around in a panic——

The familiar white sable fur flashed by.

"...Lord County Magistrate." Due to blood loss, An Le trembled as she spoke.

The county magistrate stood aside holding a sword, and glanced coldly at An Le's chest, and then at the dead man among the broken door frames.

"Drag away." The county magistrate said.

"Yes!" Two burly policemen dragged the man unceremoniously, leaving a row of blood stains that were somewhat seeping.

The county magistrate cast his eyes on An Le's face again, "It's you again."

"Yeah, what a coincidence..." An Le tried to smile.

"Explain to me." Hearing the colder voice than before, it can be seen that the county magistrate is not in a good mood.

"Coincidence..." An Le's smile was a little stiff.

The county magistrate put the sword back into the scabbard, he raised his eyebrows, "Oh?"

The corners of An Le's mouth were completely exaggerated, and he said dryly, "Isn't your lord always there?"

The county magistrate looked down at the handsome young man sitting on the ground with blood stains on his chest, "But why do you always show up at the scene earlier than me?"

An Le was a little uneasy when he heard that he couldn't beat this lord.

Seeing that he kept his head down and did not answer, the lord continued: "Isn't it true that you have more capital than me to be the county magistrate?"

"Where is it?" An Leshi is not afraid of anything now, and simply smashed the jar, "Where are the grass people so talented as an adult."

"Gifted?"

An Le showed a sneaky smile, "Yeah, a talent for making cases."

The county magistrate's face darkened, "Oh?"

An Le clutched his chest, he could feel his body temperature dropping, so he might have to find a place to put his body.

He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Last time I stole your lord's jade bracelet, but this time it's your lord's subordinates making trouble. Could it be that it's all related to your lord? It's really a talent that can't be caught by the grassroots."

The county magistrate's face darkened completely, and he stabbed An Le's cheek with killing intent.

An Le wasn't afraid of him, her eyes were still full of sarcasm and disdain.

"This person will also be dragged away by me." The county magistrate was furious.

An Le was frightened this time, and seeing two burly police officers roughly holding up his white and thin arms, he was a little dazed.

The rudeness of the policeman caused the wound on An Le's chest to be torn, and the blood gushed out like a spring, staining large areas of cloth red.

An Le also got angry, "What are you doing! You can't even say it? Don't pull my arm, didn't you see the blood left faster! Last time I caught the thief, you gave me a sugar man a cup of broken tea! It's all right now, just drag me away, right?"

The county magistrate ignored him and let him curse.

So, An Le made noises along the way, and entered the yamen again with blood on her face.

An Le was thrown viciously on the ground, and when she looked up, she could see a plaque that said "Mirror Hanging High", and under the plaque was the cold and handsome face of the county magistrate.

A bright mirror hanging high?

Oh, what a joke!