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

The moonlight is dark and the candlesticks are warm.

Just as An Le suddenly picked up the wick, footsteps sounded.

An Le listened carefully for a while, and was sure it was Mei Wuyin.However, with Mei Wuyin's martial arts, he can completely prevent him from hearing any footsteps, which shows that he deliberately left time for him to calm down.

When An Le opened the door, her expression was calm.

Mei Wuyin blinked, looking in a little astonishment at the several large wine jars that filled the entire room.

"...He also took a lot of thought."

An Le stared at him, "Oh? Are you trying to squeeze me to death?"

Mei Wuyin coughed a few times and turned to the topic, "How are you thinking?"

An Le casually stroked the wine cup, "How's your thinking going?"

"About returning to Jiangnan."

An Le's expression was blank for a moment, "When did I say I was going back to Jiangnan?"

"If you agree to the third prince's request, you will definitely go back to Jiangnan."

Although An Le liked Jiangnan, he frowned deeply when he heard the news, "He wants to go back to Jiangnan? What about his throne!"

Mei Wuyin looked at him with a smile that was not a smile, "You tested whether I intended to go out of the mountain earlier, and it was for him, right?"

An Le was not embarrassed, and said frankly: "The prince's life is not long, and the fourth prince is not good enough to go out of the house. The throne must belong to him. He must have someone to guide him how to walk this way."

Mei Wuyin raised her eyebrows and said, "I heard that there is a Fifth Prince."

"The fifth prince is still young, he is greedy for pleasure all day long, regardless of personnel affairs, so he is not a good candidate."

Mei Wuyin pondered for a long time, then slowly said: "In the letter from Baili, you once paid yourself to clear his charges. I know all this, but you seem to have left a letter?"

Have a good meal.

Mei Wuyin continued: "Laughing into Huangquan Road?"

After a long while, the candlestick was almost burnt out. An Le raised his eyes again, his face was calm, and there was no distraction, "If he could retreat with his whole body, even if his feet really stepped into the underworld, I couldn't help it. One day when he ascends the throne, the world will be able to survive." Who dares to mention his suspicions back then?"

Mei Wuyin stopped talking, he raised his right hand and fired an empty bullet, the door suddenly opened, and the figure outside the door seemed to freeze, standing straight at the door.

After seeing the face clearly, An Le's expression changed, and he glared at Mei Wuyin.

Mei Wuyin smiled, before Anle could make a move, she ran away using her lightness kung fu.

An Le said dryly to the people outside the door: "Why are you back?"

Fan Xi moved, and walked inside without changing his expression, "The thing fell."

An Le suddenly realized that he was referring to the painting.

Fan Xi picked up the scroll, glanced at An Le, "Have you read it?"

An Le nodded.

Fan Xi walked outside silently.

An Le suddenly said, "Did you hear that?"

Fan Xi paused, turned her head and said, "I heard it."

An Le was startled, "Where did you start listening?"

"Try to see if Mei Wuyin has come out of the mountain."

"..." That's like listening to everything.

Fan Xi stood stiffly for a while, then walked back, and said seriously, "Although I'm glad you're thinking of me so much, but—" he paused, and said in a deep voice, "I have no wish to become the throne."

An Le was stunned.

What flashed through my mind was Fan Xi's face full of arrogance. How could such a person give up the throne?

Fan Xi paused for a long time, seeing An Le's shocked face, he said: "I have already told the fifth younger brother. He has already grasped the prince's power. Although the emperor does not favor him, the queen's power has intentions. The bits and pieces that were brought over by him definitely surpassed mine."

An Le looked at him silently.

Fan Xi also stopped talking.

The two stalemate for a while, An Le took the lead and said, "Jiang Shan, do you really want it?"

Fan Xi nodded.

An Le pursed her lips tightly, and said with difficulty: "Your Highness, you can't make fun of the common people in the world." Whether it was rumors or facts, An Le didn't think Fan Yu would be a good candidate to become emperor.

If it is true that the dandies are arrogant, Fan Yu really treats the world like a joke.

If cynicism is false, and Fan Xi has a deep scheming heart, there is no guarantee that the world will not be in chaos.

In any case, this is a risky move.

But Fan Xi suddenly said: "I'm not joking with the world. If I really succeed, I'm afraid I will give you Jiangshan to pay for the wine in the next moment."

An Le: "..."

What's the matter with this feeling of being a little touched and a little tangled?

On the surface, it sounds like Fan Xi is expressing his heart, but after thinking about it, it seems to be complaining that he spends too much money on drinking...

Seeing Anle Moran, Fan Xi was a little disappointed, holding the picture scroll, turned around and walked out of Xiaoyao Pavilion.

But he walked very slowly, as if An Le would turn around and rush to his side as soon as An Le opened his mouth.

An Le watched Fan Xi dawdly walk to the door with amused expression, and he said in good faith, "Fan Xi—"

Fan Xi looked back suddenly, his eyes burst into light!

An Le said slowly: "Remember to close the door for me when you leave, it's cool at night."

Fan Xi: "..."

Hearing the loud slamming of the door, Anle laughed sullenly.

……

Ever since Fan Xi knew that An Le had seen her paintings, Fan Xi visited more often.

However, he came here only to do a few things, to play chess with Mei Wuyin, to let the man in black carry wine, to please her.

On the contrary, An Le's life became more and more nourishing. Although the wine gourd was lost, new wine was moved into the house every day, and there were people drinking with him, so he didn't have to play chess with Mei Wuyin anymore. Too much time to tease the little boy.

Except for the once-a-day trouble—

Fan Xi looked at An Le eagerly, "Have you agreed?"

An Le drank a glass of wine, "No."

"Then when will you agree?"

"do not know."

Then, he was attacked by Fan Xi's eyes.

An Le couldn't help but answered, "Well, depending on your performance, maybe I'll agree when I'm happy."

Fan Xi: "..." No matter how much he doesn't have the posture of a prince, he is still a prince. When will he be reduced to a clown who pleases others?

There is something more depressing than depressing.

Fan Xi found that she was really thinking about what could make An Le happy.

The wine cup in An Le's hand knocked on the table, and he said slowly: "I heard that you gave Mei Wuyin a chessboard made of white jade?"

Fan Xi said: "Do you want it too?"

An Le slapped the table, "I want more expensive ones!"

When Fan Xi heard this, she couldn't help raising her eyebrows, it wasn't like what An Le would say.After carefully looking at An Le's face, Fan Xi was surprised to find that he was drunk.

Anle is drunk!

What a novelty!

Fan Xi has seen An Le drink several large pots of wine without pouring, and his face does not blush after drinking baijiu, so he is actually drunk today?

Fan Xi couldn't help but cast a curious glance at the empty wine jar behind An Le.

He secretly counted, three times the usual amount.

It's all liquor now.

Fan Xi snatched the wine cup from An Le's hand, "I'll help you go back."

An Le slapped him, Fan Xi caught it, but was shocked back a few steps by the internal force he got over.

Looking up again, An Le actually flew over and kicked him!

Fan Xi: "..." Getting drunk?

Fan Xi knew how much An Le's martial arts was, but he didn't dare to be careless, after all, drunk people never know how to measure.

After taking him a few tricks, An Le found that Fan Xi didn't dare to touch him, so he became more and more aggressive.

Although An Le was not considered a top martial artist, his martial arts were not weak. Fan Xi tried not to hurt him, but he was unavoidably afraid of his hands and feet, and was forced to slap him a few times.

An Le landed a little bit, but staggered and couldn't stand still, her body wobbled and fell to the corner of the table. Fan Xi was about to fly a few miles, so she could only twist her waist to help him in desperation.

After being supported without any risk, An Le actually fell asleep.

"..."

Fan Xi sent him back to Xiaoyao, thinking about whether the few slaps he had suffered would lead to revenge from him in the future. After thinking about it, Fan Xi suddenly suspected the reason why An Le drank so much wine this time that he became drunk.

Looking at An Le's sleeping face, all the suspicions in Fan Xi's mind disappeared, only thinking about whether An Le would dream of her, so she couldn't help but leaned over and kissed him.

After a kiss, Fan Xi licked it again, and the corners of her mouth began to rise, but An Le suddenly yelled.

"Xiao Er! Three more jars of white wine!"

Fan Xi: "..." The angle of the corner of the mouth was stiff before it was raised.