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

For three consecutive days, the third prince's palace was full of people from top to bottom.

However...they squatted for three days, and their legs became numb for three days.

At this moment, An Le was looking at the situation on the paper chessboard in front of him.

"En——" An Le held his chin in one hand, and picked up the chess piece in the other and knocked it on the ground.

The person sitting opposite him was not in a hurry, and slowly grabbed the chess pieces in the bag.

An Le said casually: "The chess skills are getting better."

Fan Xi raised her eyebrows and said with a smile, "Admitted defeat?"

An Le snorted coldly, "No."

As he spoke, he threw the chess piece into the chessboard with one hand very crisply, making a very crisp sound.

Fan Xi glanced at the chess piece, there were no chess pieces around, and there was no way out, so he couldn't help frowning.

But after careful analysis, this chess piece seems useless, but in fact it is an extremely ingenious artificial eye, which makes this corner regain its vitality!

clever.

It seems that it is really difficult to make Anle lose chess.

Fan Xi's falling speed gradually slowed down, and the old god An Le was there.

This game went down to the end.

An Le smiled and said, "That's right, I managed to last till the end."

The two counted, and Fan Xi still lost, losing four eyes.

Fan Xi pouted and said, "Another plate?"

An Le shook his head and said, "It's all over." After saying that, he started to pack up the chess pieces.

Sitting in the cell, Fan Xi quietly watched him stuff the chess piece into the bag without haste, hesitated for a while before finally asking, "How did you get in here?"

An Le's hand for picking up the chess pieces stiffened for a moment. He lowered his face, and cast the slightly dignified expression on his face to the earth, then raised his eyes, with a frivolous smile on his face, "Master, you have underestimated me too much." .”

Fan Xi didn't speak, it seemed that he hadn't heard An Le say this for a long time.

An Le packed everything up, turned around with the torch and raised his feet, only to hear Fan Xi whispering behind him: "Come tomorrow?"

An Le turned his back to him and waved his hands: "No, there are some things to deal with—" After a pause, she turned her face and gave him a bright and dazzling smile, "Next time."

Fan Xi once again watched the figure go away.

Carrying the torch and walking to the prison door, An Le glanced at the guards who were sleeping soundly on the ground.

"The medicine powder given by the ghost doctor is really good. It's been three days and the pigs haven't found it yet."

Humming a little tune, An Le walked out carelessly, scanned the surroundings, picked a fairly tall tree, squatted down, and began to dig a hole slowly...

Not too deep, Anle stuffed the chessboard into the bag and threw it in together with the chess pieces, and buried it again.

After finishing all this, Anle clapped her hands in satisfaction, straightened up, and looked at the night sky full of dark clouds tonight.

"Next is—"

……

The officials who were very tired after three nights yawned.

Official A said, "When will this thief arrive?"

Official B answered, "It depends on his mood."

Official A continued: "Then when can we go back?"

Official B replied: "It depends on the mood of the boss."

Official A: "..."

It's hard to get out!Everything you do depends on other people's faces!

Official A simply sat on the ground, "It's too boring."

Official B squinted at him, "Shall we make a bet?"

"What are you gambling?"

"When will that thief come?"

Official A didn't even think about it, and said, "I'll bet on tomorrow."

Official B said casually, "I bet today."

"How much to bet?"

Official B seriously considered how thin his purse was, "If you don't bet big, how about just three jugs of wine?"

Official A: "..." Isn't three pots of wine big?At least his belt should be tight for three or four days, right?

Before the two could finish speaking, they caught a glimpse of a figure flashing across the eaves, and fell into the courtyard very lightly.

Official A: "..."

Official B: "..."

Official A: "Boy! Don't pretend! You are his undercover agent!"

Official B: "...My lord, I am wronged!"

When the officials hurried away, An Le was lying on the ground, looking for something.

Official A asked softly and kindly: "What are you looking for?"

An Le didn't even raise her head, "A piece of torn paper, have you seen it? Find it for me."

Official B said: "Broken paper? I saw it."

An Le raised his head suddenly, his eyes were shining brightly, "Where is it?"

Official B smiled and took out a pair of wooden handcuffs, "I'm waiting for you in the dungeon."

An Le: "..."

……

An Le was roughly thrown on the cold floor, and when she raised her eyes, she saw a young man in a luxurious black robe, but that big beard was too dazzling!

The man in black robe came forward and stopped in front of the An Le pen, bowing his head down as if looking down on an ant.

An Le raised her eyebrows and said, "Who are you?"

The man was a little surprised that someone didn't know who he was.

"I am the right minister of the imperial court. Indeed, I am not someone that juniors like you can recognize."

An Le sneered secretly, of course he knew who this proud guy was, holding half of the military power in his hand, the right minister who was fighting for power with the left minister, his surname was Qu Mingwen.

Qu Wen asked straight to the point: "You framed the third prince for murdering the prince?"

An Le sternly vetoed, "Nonsense."

Qu Wen slowly took out a letter, unfolded it and glanced at An Le, "Your things?"

An Le still said: "Nonsense."

Qu Wen was not angry, "It doesn't matter if you don't admit it—come on, throw him to the Ministry of Punishment and torture him."

Officials responded: "Yes!"

Thus, An Le was rudely thrown on the iron plate again.

Before An Le recovered, a young man walked towards him with a soft smile on his face.

"Have you heard the story of 'please enter the urn'?"

An Le shook her head firmly and said, "No!"

The young man nodded, and said to the officials behind him: "Go, bring the urn up, and light a fire by the way."

An Le said more firmly: "No...it's a lie! Of course I've heard of it!"

The young man smiled brighter, "That would be more convenient."

An Le: "..."

He suddenly felt a little bit of regret for not pleading guilty earlier.

When he was thrown into the urn, he was pretty sure he regretted it.

When the firewood was lit, he hated himself for not pleading guilty!

The young man sat by and shook his fan.

"Look, it's still snowing outside, isn't it a very kind and kind thing for you to take a comfortable bath?"

...Damn!

An Le felt that she had calculated too much, "I said!"

The young man remained motionless.

An Le thought he didn't hear, "I said it's okay?"

The young man said: "Oh, seeing that I am in a better mood, I will let you out."

An Le looked at him in disbelief, waiting for him to feel better?

He's all baked!

When An Le was picked up, her skin was as red as a roast suckling pig.

The young man smiled gently and said, "Speak."

An Le rolled her eyes viciously.

……

Fan Xi waited for An Le for two nights, until he was released on the third day.

Fan Xi looked inexplicably at the maid Emei who was crying in front of her.

"Not guilty? Why?"

Emei sobbed, "They found new evidence and caught the real murderer."

Fan Xi thought of something, and his face suddenly changed!

"Who?"

"I heard that the surname is An."

Suddenly throwing away the waiter who was holding her, Fan Xi rushed to the dungeon with an angry face.

Unlike his own cell, the conditions in the other cells were even worse, with only haystacks, all emitting a disgusting musty smell.

Regardless of the yelling of the guards behind him, Fan Xi rushed through every cell door until he reached the one he was looking for.

The young man sitting cross-legged on the haystack smiled so brightly and beautifully, but in Fan Xi's eyes, this light smile was a sly smile.

"Oh, Your Highness the Third Prince? You actually came to the cell, what's your business?"

Fan Xi's face was full of anger.

An Le turned a blind eye.

"Tsk tsk, look, it really turns everything around. I went to see you in the cell two days ago, but now you have been cleared of the crime, and you are still the lord, but I have become a prisoner—"

His Highness the Third Prince gritted his teeth, so his anger was contained in one sentence: "Shut up!"