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

The county magistrate frowned, and said coldly to the trembling arresters, "Aren't they all here?"

The catchers said: "My lord, they are indeed here!"

The magistrate's cold face turned to An Le.

An Le raised her eyebrows frivolously, "I said this group is not."

One of the arresters quickly said: "My lord, I have asked the proprietress, and the waiter is all there, maybe this person is talking nonsense!"

An Le slowly turned his gaze to the policeman.

The police were unmoved.

The county magistrate pondered for a while and said, "Do you still want to get ten boards?"

An Le closed her eyes, snorted contemptuously, opened her eyes and looked at the county magistrate again.

"Since my lord has never believed in grassroots people, why bother to ask again?"

The county magistrate said to the policeman, "Tell two or three people to bring the proprietress here."

"Yes!"

"Adults always take so much trouble to do things." An Le sighed

The county magistrate looked at each other coldly, "Bring those two thieves up again."

"What?" An Le asked suspiciously.

"Let you listen to the testimony of those two people."

The two men were dragged up. Both the man in black and the woman were tortured to pieces, their clothes were soaked, and their hair was disheveled.

Seeing An Le, the woman shouted, "My lord! It is this man who ordered us to do this! It is absolutely true!"

An Le raised her eyebrows, silently.

The county magistrate asked with a half-smile, "Why didn't you refute this time?"

An Le took a breath, "My lord, my chest is bleeding, my knees and arms hurt, it's hard to speak."

The man in black sneered, "What you deserve!"

"Tell me what you confessed before." The county magistrate said.

The woman said in a low voice: "We were originally a group of thieves, and we received a secret order earlier to steal the jade bracelet from the Lord—"

The man in black continued: "I am suspicious of the person who issued the secret order. After investigation, it was found that this person ordered it."

The county magistrate said to An Le with a calm face: "This is the evidence."

An Le said indifferently: "Your Excellency, do you believe it?"

The county magistrate was noncommittal.

"My lord doesn't believe me, the person who helped you catch the thief, but you believe these two people who stole from you?"

The county magistrate slowly said: "Some things can be found out through torture, but you don't say anything, do you want me to believe you?"

An Le clutched her chest, "What are you going to do, my lord?"

"Tell me the reason."

An Le sneered and said, "I didn't do it in the first place, what's the reason!"

The woman sternly said, "You villain!"

The county magistrate pondered for a while, "Lock them up."

The police officers responded and dragged the two away again.

The woman was still yelling and cursing, but the man in black remained indifferent from beginning to end.

The county magistrate took An Le's arm and dragged him in, but it was Zhongtang.

An Le was helped to a mahogany chair unceremoniously, and when she fell on the chair, An Le jumped up.

"It hurts!" An Le yelled.

"Shut up, sit down, don't think that the official doesn't know that they are not serious."

An Le resisted not lifting the table, and sat down slowly.

The county magistrate sat on the other, and he ordered the boy to make tea.

"Don't let the fragrance of tea dissipate," said the county magistrate.

The boy backed away.

An Le rubbed his chest, he was a little uncomfortable, his arms and knees were hurting.

The county magistrate sat in the chair and said nothing until the servant brought the tea, and then said, "What's your name?"

"An Le is the An Le of An Le."

The county magistrate took a sip of his tea and told the servant to step back.

"pseudonym?"

An Le frowned in confusion, "Why do you think it's a fake name?"

The county magistrate put down his teacup, and he pulled out a black blade from his waist, "Do you recognize this?"

An Le took a look, "I don't know."

The county magistrate said: "This is one of the sabers of the sword ghost."

An Le was silent. He lowered his eyes and stared at the blade for a while, but when he raised his eyes again, his eyes changed.

"What is your lord suspecting?"

The county magistrate put the knife on the table unhurriedly, picked up the teacup and took another sip, "You know it very well, don't you?"

An Le brushed the blade of the blade.

"The sword ghost has always been missing, his identity is mysterious, and he walks alone—my lord suspects that this person is in Ding'an County?"

The county magistrate didn't answer.

An Le withdrew her hand, "This knife directly pierced that man's throat, and that man was about to kill me—is your lord suspecting that I am a knife ghost?"

"Your whereabouts are also a mystery."

An Le stroked his fingers, and sneered in a slightly mocking tone: "My lord, you think too highly of Caomin. Caomin is just a commoner. After living in Ding'an County for so long, how come he looks like a sword ghost?"

The county magistrate said: "I have lived for so many years, but I want to ask, what do you do for a living?"

An Le chuckled, "Why did your lord go to great lengths to check my identity?"

"Because of curiosity."

An Le was taken aback.

"I think you are a character."

"Since this is the case, why bother to investigate?" An Le was a little flattered.

The county magistrate raised his eyebrows, and his deep eyes looked directly at An Le's frivolous eyes, "How do you say that?"

"Throughout the ages, how many heroes have become famous and then fell into the world, no matter whether they are famous or not, future generations only remember their names. If this is the case, why ask where they came from, why ask where they went?"

An Le said indifferently, "Whether you are a hero or a scorpion, you can't escape the result of being reduced to the world of mortals. In this case, even if you are a hero or a scorpion, you don't have to ask where you came from or where you went. Can't your lord see this clearly?"

The magistrate was silent.

"Dao Gui is a person who can be big or small. He has three principles, don't kill women, don't kill children, and don't kill innocent people. These three principles also reveal the soft heart of Dao Gui. Even if this person's whereabouts are a mystery, his identity is unknown. So what? He is just a little person who is talked about after dinner and tea."

"You know him? This is the first time I've heard someone call him a little man."

An Le chuckled, without the slightest contempt and sarcasm before, less frivolous and more bright, "My lord, what if I say we know each other?"

The county magistrate stood up suddenly, "I have something to ask him."

An Leyou said leisurely: "My lord, don't worry, even if I know him, I can't find him because he's so unpredictable."

"Since you know the sword ghost, do you know the other three ghosts?" The county magistrate raised an eyebrow at An Le.

An Le raised the corners of his mouth with great interest, "Why are you looking for these four people?"

"Private business."

An Le lowered her eyes again.

I still remember that seven years ago, there was a number one scholar in the capital. He was talented in writing, good at writing poems and paintings, and he was also famous in small script. With the appearance of this person, the title of "Four Great Talents" spread in the capital.

Now that there are four great talents in the capital, correspondingly, there are also "four great talents" in the south of the Yangtze River.

Sword Ghost is one of them. He is a solitary sword master with three sabers on his body. The black knife in front of An Le is the most commonly used one by Sword Ghost. Neither toughness nor toughness is considered a good knife, but it is the most handy knife ghost uses.

If the county magistrate is in a hurry to find the sword ghost——

"Who does your lord want to kill?"

The county magistrate glanced over coldly.

An Le blinked, and said with a smile: "Sword Ghost is an invincible assassin, isn't your lord looking for him to kill someone?"

"No."

"Then what does your lord want to ask him? Maybe if I meet him on the street, I can tell him."

The county magistrate silently stared at An Le's smiling face.

"No need."

An Le sighed and said, "Then don't expect to ask the sword ghost in person."

The county magistrate seemed a little sullen.

An Le still smiled brightly.

"Tell me about it, my lord."

It's night, the moon is bright, the tea is warm, and the person in front of you is beautiful.