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

The last day and night before the execution seemed particularly difficult, An Le sighed as she caressed the remaining half-withered red plums.

Counting the days, his execution was in severe cold, An Le thought silently, would those people let him die in the wild?

"...That's too unromantic!"

"What are you talking about again?"

An Le raised his eyes, looked at the side face of the ghost doctor, and suddenly a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Ghost doctor, there is something I want to ask you to help—"

"..."

The ghost doctor secretly thought that every time he saw An Le's expression, there must be nothing good!

"Recently, are there any well-known juniors in the world?"

The ghost doctor didn't answer, but instead frowned and said, "Why do you ask this?"

An Le played with the half-destroyed red plum in his hand, and said absent-mindedly: "I'm still worried, if I escape from the execution, they may still suspect the Third Prince."

"So you plan to find a scapegoat again?"

An Le smiled.

The ghost doctor followed suit with a smile, but he was extremely indifferent.

"You don't care about life and death for the dead ghost, do you?"

An Le let out a long sigh, and said in a low voice: "Sacrificing oneself hurts him, helping him is selfish. I am really just a gentleman."

The ghost doctor looked at An Le's drooping eyebrows in silence, the brightness faded a little under the dim light of the fire, adding a bit of misty sadness.

The ghost doctor closed his eyes and said helplessly, "There is one in Jiangnan recently."

"Oh?" An Le suddenly raised his head, "Who?"

The ghost doctor recalled the name Daogui had been chanting in his ear recently, "My surname is Zhen, and my name is Zhen Junzi."

An Le was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing, "Zhen Junzi? A real gentleman! You are really different from me!"

The ghost doctor said: "It is said that this man is eight feet tall, burly and powerful, with a big knife on his back, and he traveled all over the world to fight for righteousness. Famous."

An Le whispered, "Jiangnan..."

The ghost doctor reminded: "If that fellow Fan Xi finds out—his trust in you will really be shattered."

An Le shrugged, with an indifferent expression on his face, he said: "It's okay."

"I didn't expect that you would be willing to do this." The ghost doctor sighed.

"So, please do me a favor." An Le said with a smile.

"..."

He knew it.

He knows it!

There is nothing good about this expression!

In the end, he still needs to do it!

The ghost doctor suddenly laughed again: "What if I refuse?"

An Le also smiled, but with a little more shrewdness and cunning, he said: "You won't. Don't forget that your longevity book is missing, and those few pages are still in my mind."

Ghost doctor: "..."

Not fun at all!

The ghost doctor responded angrily, not wanting to stay by Anle's side for a second.

As for tomorrow's execution... let him die!

……

The next day.

An Le smiled and looked at one of the guards who came to escort him.

The man had delicate features and an indescribable charm, and his fingertips exuded a faint fragrance of herbs.

Anle smiled at him.

The man stared at him coldly.

An Le mouthed and said: Is the matter settled?

The man replied viciously: Just one day, how could it be so fast!

An Le: Idiot!

That person: Bastard!

Then, An Le was roughly pulled up from the haystack in the cell by him.

When he got up, the tea set behind him was exposed, and the teapot was still burning.

Other guards: "..." What is that!

An Le: "..." Oops.

That person: "..." Surprised.

In short, it was a harmonious silence.

At this moment, the sound of hurried footsteps was heard.

An Le thought something was wrong, he didn't expect Fan Xi to appear at this time, he thought he would not appear again for the time being.

It really is——

Underestimated his face!

Fan Xi stepped forward with a cold face, saw An Le chatting with a guard and felt unhappy, so he walked forward quickly, An Le actually smelled the slightest smell of alcohol, and looked into Fan Xi's eyes, but they were not half clear Drunk, An Le secretly raised his eyebrows.

The guards listened to the footsteps, and did not react until Fan Xi stood in front of them, staring at the tea set behind An Le, and asked An Le, "What is hiding behind you!"

An Le: "..." Can't even recognize this, isn't it obviously a teapot and a teacup!

The guards quickly realized that this was an extremely stupid question, so they blinked and asked again: "You actually hid the tea set!"

An Le shrugged and said, "No, I'm wronged, this is already in the cell."

Others: "..." Who are you kidding.

An Le continued: "Probably the last inmate here fell here."

Others: "..." Besides you, who would have the leisure to make tea in the prison cell?

An Le thought for a while and said, "The equipment in the cell is too good?"

Others: "..." Could it be just such a room?

In the end, An Le still separated the relationship, "Anyway, it's not mine." He had an expression of "I'm innocent"

Fan Xi couldn't stand it anymore, stood up and said, "It's my king's."

The guards immediately fell silent.

A little guard asked in a trembling low voice: "How could Your Highness..."

"Isn't it okay for me to ask him to make tea for me?"

An Lezhan smiled and said, "It's still plum blossom tea."

Fan Xi looked at An Le firmly, but suddenly said: "But I don't want it now." He paused, and said in a fit of anger: "Anyway, no matter how you drink it, it will be bitter."

An Le remained calm, and continued to smile without changing his expression.

Fan Xi couldn't help being cold when he saw An Le not showing any signs of expression. He waved his sleeves and said, "Take me away."

The guards swarmed up, and An Le's arm was painfully pulled by them.

Before leaving, An Le winked at the man——

Go pour a cup of plum tea and bring it with you.

The man stared back viciously——

roll!

An Le thought for a while and then winked——

That was brought by your family all the way from Ding'an County.

The man stared at An Le for a while, then turned to pour tea.

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