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

Ding'an County is cool in autumn, the floor of Ding'an County is cool, and the heart of Anle on the floor is also cool.

Looking at the serious and expressionless faces, An Le felt that they were all so hideous—especially the face under the plaque with "Mirror Hanging High" engraved on it!

"I will ask you one last time, what is your relationship with those thieves?" The magistrate asked with a cold face.

An Le gritted her teeth, and said viciously, "Cao Min will tell you one last time—it doesn't matter!"

The county magistrate raised his eyebrows, "Take ten boards first." Then he couldn't help but throw down a red-headed lottery indifferently.

An Le was taken aback for a moment, and didn't respond until they unceremoniously laid down the board, "What are you doing! It doesn't matter if you say it, you are framing!"

The county magistrate raised his hand and propped his chin, "I have the patience to spend with you, so continue to fight."

"Master, I don't have that patience!"

An Le was a little trembling when he was beaten by the board.

The county magistrate was silent, and the two people holding the boards were not polite, one board was hitting harder than the other.

After ten boards, An Le felt that he didn't even remember his name.

"Are you willing to talk now?" the county magistrate asked.

An Le took a deep breath and said, "What did you say?"

"Your relationship with that group of people is not only the thieves, but also the troublemaker."

An Le blinked, his eyes were full of sarcasm, he raised his head and said, "Isn't the person who made the trouble one of your lord's subordinates? What are you asking Cao Min for?" His slightly mocking tone made the county magistrate not very happy.

"Who said that person is my subordinate?"

"Isn't it?" An Le frowned, a little startled and said, "It's what the waiter in the tavern said, I'm just an innocent passer-by." Who knew that watching a play and mocking someone would cause so many troubles!

The county magistrate muttered, "Bring that Xiaoer here too."

An Le immediately shouted: "You are too unreasonable!"

The catcher was also a little embarrassed, "My lord, we don't know what the little girl looks like, or what his last name is."

The county magistrate waved his hand indifferently, "Then catch them all."

Then the catcher went.

An Le was angry.

The magistrate calmly took a sip of the tea that was just served.

An Le slowly got up, "Your Excellency is so unreasonable?"

The county magistrate put down the teacup.

An Le continued to sneer: "How can this be called a parent officer?"

The county magistrate silently disliked that the tea's fragrance was not strong enough.

An Le stood up supporting his waist and said: "Since your lord is like this, the grass-roots have nothing to say to your lord." Then he staggered out without even saying goodbye.

"stop."

An Le ignored.

"Stop for me."

An Le still ignored her.

There were some sounds behind him, and the county magistrate seemed to stand up.

"I don't want to say it a third time."

An Le had already stepped out of the threshold with one foot.

Duh—

A sword was swung out and nailed to the threshold.

An Le glanced at the sword, then he snorted softly, and stepped over the threshold with the other foot indifferently.

An Le, who originally thought he could escape, did not expect that the county magistrate would suddenly appear in front of him, and then the county magistrate slapped his chest with a cold face!

An Le couldn't hold back, a mouthful of blood gushed out, but he swallowed it abruptly.

The magistrate's palm carried internal force, and almost shattered his internal organs!

Seeing him like this, the county magistrate gave him another slap, this time directly on his wound!

An Le couldn't hold it anymore, the wound on his chest was bleeding, and most of his light-colored clothes were stained red.

The county magistrate wiped An Le's blood-stained hand on An Le's shoulder in distaste!

This is unbearable!

An Le was about to sweep over, and when he kicked him hard, because he was stabbed in the chest, because he was beaten ten boards, because the county magistrate stepped on his knee with a quick reaction, so He staggers—

Without hesitation, he knelt down.

The magistrate's cold voice sounded from above his head, "Why do you have to do such a big gift?"

Shit!

An Le's knee hurts so much that she almost wants to pass out.

The county magistrate bypassed An Le, and swiftly drew the sword nailed to the threshold.

An Le felt the cold sword leaning against his neck, and there were bursts of cold air.

"Don't you want to say it?"

An Le bit her lip.

The county magistrate snorted softly: "You are really a soft eater rather than a stickler."

An Le blinked, is he going to give money?It doesn't work to give money!He has memorized these ten strokes all his life!

The county magistrate entered with a sword in hand, and then came out again.

I thought that the county magistrate would give him the box of silver taels, but who knew that what he brought up was not silver taels.

An Le raised his eyes, and he saw a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake...

Osmanthus cake!

An Le has a toothache.

The county magistrate saw that he was not moving, so he knelt down and looked at him at the same level, "You don't want to eat?"

What do you think made him dare not touch sweet things for three days!

An Le knew very well that the county magistrate's pastries were too sweet.

The magistrate stared at him.

An Le cried in his heart, who will save him!Sir, I kneel down to him!

"grown ups!"

An Le raised his head suddenly, wanting to see what his savior looked like, and then he saw the hideous faces before - he silently lowered his head again - let's forget kneeling or something, anyway, he is kneeling now It's on.

The county magistrate finally straightened up with the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and glanced at the waiter behind the arresters, "Did you bring them here?"

The arresters said angrily: "My lord, they are all here!"

The county magistrate nodded, and picked up An Le who was kneeling on the ground. This unceremonious yank made his arm hurt.

"Look, which one is it?"

An Le grinned and gasped, the pain in his chest, knees and arms didn't seem to belong to him now, so he didn't have the energy to distinguish the waiter from the shop.

The county magistrate was very dissatisfied with his bowed head and silence, "If you don't answer, I will send ten more boards. I don't think you can't bear it."

"..." Threats have always been somewhat effective against An Le, but now An Le doesn't even have the strength to curse, and the anger in her heart is also extinguished.

Resigned to his fate, he raised his head and scanned all the flustered waiters.

The county magistrate asked, "Which one is it?"

An Le blinked and scanned again.

The county magistrate became impatient, "Which one?"

"No—" An Le raised the corner of her mouth, still half mocking and half disdainful.

"--neither."