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

Mei Wuyin looked at An Le's indifferent face, and couldn't help frowning: "He actually wanted to kill you?"

"What's so strange? It was indeed me who plotted against him first, which made him suspicious."

Mei Wuyin suddenly applied medicine to Anle's wound viciously, and Anle grinned in pain.

Mei Wuyin said: "It's really a bad debt between you two!"

After saying that, he left.

An Le took a few breaths of pain, looked at the beams on the top, sighed faintly and said, "Who says it's not?"

……

When Fan Xi came the next day, he unexpectedly didn't hear the sound of the jade flute, so he patted the head of the boy who was cleaning it aside and asked, "Where's Mei Wuyin?"

The little boy patted Fan Xi's hand away and said, "Sir, I'm going to buy some medicine."

Fan Xi was slightly taken aback, "Is he injured?"

The little boy pondered, "No, it's Anle."

Fan Xi's face changed slightly, and he walked quickly to Xiaoyao Pavilion.As soon as the door was opened, there was a strong smell of herbs.

An Le was lying on the bed with Erlang's legs crossed, muttering something in his mouth, seeing someone push the door open, he thought it was Mei Wuyin who had returned, "So soon? Have you bought the medicine?"

He turned his head slightly to look at the door, but was stunned, and his dangling legs stopped.

Fan Xi looked at the scar between Anle's chest and waist, no one knew better than him how this scar came about.

Fan Xi's mouth moved, but An Le couldn't hear what he said.

An Le said: "What?"

Fan Xi walked slowly to the side of the Anle bed, and said seriously, "Let's go back to Jiangnan."

An Le looked at him silently.

Fan Xi said: "You once said that you wanted to catch a river of snow alone. Although the south of the Yangtze River is already warm and there is no snow, you can wait until next year. You once said that you wanted to name a pavilion yourself, so you also built an Anle Pavilion. Put a stone table and two stone chairs, from now on, only a cup of tea, a cup of wine, and a chessboard will be placed on the table."

However, An Le's expression remained indifferent.

Fan Xi gradually couldn't continue speaking, he whispered: "Is it not good?"

An Le looked at Fan Xi's pitiful appearance with a little amusement, thinking about that indifferent face at the beginning, but now she is willing to let go of everything she said——

However, if Fan Xi really settled in Jiangnan, what should the capital do?

The emperor is old, the prince is seriously ill and dying, the fourth prince is not good enough to go out of the palace, and the fifth prince is still young and lacks power.

An Le said slowly: "Are you going to let the wind and waves in the capital blow this country over?"

Fan Xi never considered this point.

"There are still Mo Wangwang and Qu Wen."

An Le looked at him, and said calmly: "I heard that the owner of Xuanji Pavilion has been missing for a long time."

Fan Xi pursed her lips.

"Is Mo Xinwang really as powerful as you imagined?"

In fact, Mo Wangwang is a few years younger than himself. Although his official career seems to be on the rise, but after all, he is supported by someone. Now that the man is down, and Qu Wen keeps suppressing him, he may not last long. of.

Fan Xi sighed and said, "Mo Xinwang has already started looking for candidates."

After a peaceful meal, "The candidate?"

"Suppress Qu Wen's candidates."

Anle blinked.

"This time the imperial examination was organized by Qu Wen. The reason why Mo Xinwang was willing to let it go was because he wanted to see what kind of people Qu Wen admired, and then to draw those people into his power. He said that he Isn't it funny that the good seedlings you fancy come to suppress yourself?"

An Le opened his mouth, but finally spit out a sentence, "It's really insidious."

Fan Xi said: "If you can't pull it over, just directly—" He compared his neck and made a stroke.

An Le remained silent.

Sure enough, Jiangshan was more dangerous than he imagined.

Seeing that Anle's expression had softened, Fan Xi continued to insist: "Besides, the demon sect in the south of the Yangtze River has already evacuated, so it's considered a safe place."

An Le pondered.

Although he doesn't know much about Jianghu affairs, he understands better than Jiangshan affairs. In fact, An Le feels that if he is to face it, he will be more inclined to Jianghu affairs.After all, there are too many conspiracies and tricks in Jiangshan, which are not as good as those in Jianghu. Most of them are solved by force. Although abacus is also necessary, Anle can still handle these abacus.

As for the Demon Sect, as one of the Five Sects in Jianghu, it naturally has a large number of followers, and its martial arts are not inferior to the Baidao Sect. It is bound to suffer if they fight against them. Thinking about how I asked the ghost doctor to make Junzi Zhen a scapegoat, After really wanting to surface, Bai Dao couldn't get along.

However, the Devil's Cult and the Baidao Sect do not have much influence in the south of the Yangtze River, and most of them are concentrated in the north. If they live in the south of the Yangtze River temporarily, it is not...

An Le suddenly realized that he was looking for a reason to go to Jiangnan.

Looking up at Fan Xi's eyes again, that look of anticipation is really unbearable to refuse.

"En..." An Le pondered, "It's not impossible to go to Jiangnan."

Fan Xi's entire face seemed to be shining brightly.

An Le smiled slightly, "But wait until I recover from my injury."

The corners of Fan Xi's mouth raised upwards.

"Hurry back in a few days, maybe you can catch up with Kaisui."

An Le has lived in Ding'an County for several years, and knows that Jiangnan's New Year's Eve is very lively, but Fan Xi is new here, and has never seen what Jiangnan's New Year's Eve looks like.

An Le was also in a panic, so she told him about the New Year's Eve scene she had seen.Speaking of fireworks, banquets, and events held on the busiest street in Ding'an County.

Talking about playing chess with an old man at the end of the alley, talking about the miserable appearance of that old man losing every time, and talking about the best wine in the wine shop at the east alley entrance of Ding'an County.

The topic went around and around, and finally stopped at wine and chess.

An Le said that his fingers began to feel restless, and asked Fan Xi to come to that side of the chessboard.

Seeing that An Le couldn't move, Fan Xi sighed and went to get it.Unexpectedly, as a prince, he has been reduced to the appearance of a servant.

Fan Xi walked quickly and returned quickly.One of the two lay half on the bed, the other sat on a chair, and began to fight each other.

An Le felt bored while playing, so he enthusiastically proposed to play color chess.

Fan Xi raised his eyebrows, picked out his black pieces and replaced them with white ones.

If it wasn't for both of them having good memories, otherwise, it would be impossible to see who had the upper hand on such a chessboard.

As there were more and more chess pieces on the chessboard, the speed of the two gradually slowed down. There were about forty pieces in pieces.

When the chess pieces took up more than half of the chessboard, the two obviously didn't remember their own chess pieces very much.

When Mei Wuyin opened the door with the medicine in hand, An Le was arguing with Fan Xi.

"Go away! This is obviously my chess game, what a fart you are!"

"I've eaten here."

"Hey, this is not my son."

Mei Wuyin: "..."

Seeing Mei Wuyin walk in with no expression on her face, An Le suddenly became animated, "Master! My injury is already healed, I don't need to take medicine anymore!"

Mei Wuyin stepped forward, stretched out her index finger to touch Anle's wound, and Anle immediately rolled back on the bed, howling.

While baring his teeth, he still did not forget to ask: "Can we just apply the medicine and not take the medicine?"

Mei Wuyin smiled slightly, "No."

An Le sighed and lay down on the bed. He said sullenly, "Will it taste better this time?"

Mei Wuyin reported a large list of herbal medicine names.

Fan Xi was surprised, "Do you use so many herbs together?"

Mei Wuyin said: "Of course...not."

An Le's teeth ached, and he said flatly, "I refuse."

Mei Wuyin took out the medicinal powder made from herbs and applied it to Anle's wound, "I'll refuse after you recover from the injury."

The herbs are more potent, Anle inhaled in pain, and he complained, "Isn't there a better formula?"

"Have."

An Le said, "Then why not use it?"

Mei Wuyin glanced at Fan Xi, "That will take longer, and if you rush back to Jiangnan, you will miss the New Year's Eve."

Suddenly, Anle smiled slightly.

Taking advantage of the time when Mei Wuyin applied the medicine to Anle, Fan Xi began to look at the room for the first time. In fact, Xiaoyao Pavilion has two floors. It's just a bed.

He looked to the southeast corner, where there were stairs leading upstairs.

An Le noticed Fan Xi's gaze, and he smiled slightly: "You want to go up and have a look? Then go, I can't play chess for the time being."

Fan Xi nodded when he heard this, and walked up the stairs.

The upstairs seems to be a bedroom, with two beds, a desk, pens, inks, papers and inkstones are scattered here and there, and the walls are covered with paintings and splashes of ink.

Fan Xi scanned around, but suddenly froze.

On the wall to his left, there is a huge row of characters written, slanting downward from the left end.The characters written in that row were not high, about reaching to my chest.

There is no aesthetic feeling in the words, but there is a sense of boldness and chic, and the strokes are extremely smooth.

He recognized it at first glance, it was written by An Le.

The corners of Fan Xi's mouth curled up slightly, as if he could see a child of undersized stature struggling to put his feet up, raising his arms and writing his lifelong long-cherished wish on the wall.

Sacrificing to heaven and earth with turbid wine, I pray that there will be no worries for the rest of my life.