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

Seven years ago, there was a number one scholar in the capital who became very famous. His calligraphy and paintings were even praised by the current emperor. He was dressed in white with a feather fan and a jade crown with a Confucian face.

Later, Jiangnan also heard about a talented person with outstanding calligraphy and painting, who seemed to be against the champion. He was dressed in gray clothes, with disheveled hair, and looked like a madman from a distance.

Then the number one scholar became an official, and he became the prime minister all the way.Although the talented man was invited to be an official, he was not young, but he was dismissed from office within a year and lived in seclusion.

If you really want to describe this talented man who is afraid of chaos in the world——

"Weird, oh, weird..."

An Le said with a smile.

The magistrate was silent.

An Le sighed and said: "The ghost of poetry is the one with the strangest behavior among the four ghosts. From refusing exams to dismissing from office to living in seclusion, he is the most daring, but he is also the most talented. His calligraphy and painting are indeed outstanding. About I have never seen a painting with a more artistic conception than his, and a character with a more strong character. What a pity, what a pity..."

The county magistrate raised his eyebrows noncommittally, "You seem to like him very much?"

An Le blinked, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "My lord is joking, I just like his calligraphy and painting. Among the four ghosts, I still appreciate the sword ghost."

"Oh?"

An Le said seriously: "This is not self-promotion."

"Ok?"

An Le: "..."

"continue."

An Le curled her lips and said, "It's over, there's no more."

The county magistrate took a sip of tea unhurriedly and said, "Why do you know he is in Jiangnan?"

An Le stared at the county magistrate for a while, and then slowly said: "My lord is really curious about everything. Haven't you thought about it? As long as you achieve your goal, knowing too much is not good."

The county magistrate nodded symbolically, and said absent-mindedly: "Well, it makes sense."

"..."

"continue."

"Continue what?"

"How did you know he was in Jiangnan?"

An Le sighed, slowly pulled out from his sleeve, and dug out a piece of crumpled and tattered paper. He tried to smooth it, but the wrinkles were still obvious.An Le frowned and threw it on the table.

The county magistrate cast a disgusted glance, "What?"

"letter."

"doing what?"

"Didn't your lord want to know the reason why Shi Gui is in Jiangnan? Your lord might as well read this letter from home."

The county magistrate stared at the oil-stained paper for a long time before he reluctantly put the family letter between his two fingers and put it in front of him.

Because An Le never kept anything carefully, this family letter was not only worn out, stained with oil, but also soaked in water, and the handwriting was somewhat blurred.

The county magistrate barely finished reading it.

"What's the purpose? It's just a very ordinary letter from home."

An Le's eyes met the magistrate's dark and deep eyes.

After pondering for a while, "Your Excellency, don't you have any feelings?"

The county magistrate raised his eyebrows.

An Le stared at the magistrate's face for a long time before saying, "My lord, can you read this handwriting?"

The county magistrate frowned, and glanced at the family letter again, "The handwriting is not bad——you mean, it was written by the ghost poet?"

An Le narrowed her eyes, a little naive, a little cunning.

"My lord, have you ever heard the rumors about the ghost of poetry living in seclusion? It's like saying that he lives in the south of the Yangtze River, or that he lingers in the mountains and forests, or that he writes letters for others for a living?"

"But rumors, why do you believe them?"

An Le stroked the rim of the cup in front of her, "My lord, you can listen to some of what Caomin said."

"Oh? Now I finally think of calling myself a grassroots?"

An Le was taken aback, and touched his nose.

"My lord, let's not talk about this first, my lord has heard of 'no wind, no waves', right?"

The county magistrate motioned him to continue.

An Le said: "My lord understands the groundless truth, right? Rumors may be rumors, or they may be true."

"Then I want to ask, how did you know this?"

"Go to taverns more, visit teahouses more, and join in the fun!"

"You are really relaxed."

"My lord praises me, the grassroots are no match for my lord!"

"..."

The county magistrate took a sip of tea silently, he was very used to An Le's retort anytime and anywhere.

An Le laughed even more happily, "Is it true that my lord doesn't ask about poetry ghosts anymore?"

The county magistrate sneered, "If I ask you, you may not be able to tell the truth."

An Le tilted her head, "Your Excellency really understands the grassroots. But this time I am going to tell the truth, the letter is from the proprietress of the tavern, Moyue was written by her son, and few people in the world have actually seen poetry. It's normal for grown-ups not to know about ghost calligraphy and paintings."

"Only relying on this letter from the family can we find out the place where Shi Gui lives in seclusion?"

An Le blinked, "Didn't your lord not believe that the song of this bird of mine can attract friends? Then let the grass-roots people defend themselves!"

The county magistrate is obviously not very interested, "Well, let's go to Ming."

"..."

That night.

Satisfied, An Le stole two large pieces of braised pork under the eyes of the county magistrate, and was walking towards her room.

The previously glossy bird flapped its wings and flew over again, gliding across the air, and finally stopped on the peach blossom tree in front of Anlemen.

As late autumn approached, the bird on the withered branch looked unusually abrupt.

An Le blinked, and whispered: "Don't bark, or the adults will come to me in the middle of the night again."

The bird tilted its head, and its two bean-sized black eyes rolled around.

An Le stretched out his hand, and the bird fluttered to An Le's side and landed on his finger.

An Le stroked the bird's feathers, and secretly took a note from its foot.

The moonlight is dim, the clouds are thick, and the evening breeze blows through the paper window. The oil lamp in front of Anle's window is still on, casting Anle's shadow brightly and darkly, shaking on the paper window.

Accompanied by the chirping of birds and the sound of fluttering wings, the moonlight once again penetrated the clouds, revealing a shy face.

Under the oil lamp.

An Le carefully read the words on the note, his eyes narrowed, shining brightly, facing the firelight, very beautiful.

The note was burnt and disappeared with the flames stirred up by the oil lamp, leaving An Le alone under the swaying firelight.

There was another burst of birdsong outside the window, crisp and melodious.

Before the bird chirping was over, another echoed, and then another...

"Who said that birds are not animals that coexist with each other?" An Le said with a smile.

……

In the early morning, the autumn wind rolled up the fallen leaves and scraped on the paper window.

An Le rubbed her eyes and opened them——

A handsome but ugly face appeared before her eyes...

"……grown ups?"

The county magistrate snorted coldly.

"..."

An Le blinked dimly.

"Did I do something wrong again?"

"Last night, birdsong."

"..."

An Le sat up suddenly, almost rolled out of bed, and quickly made a kneeling posture.

"Master, spare your life!"

The county magistrate: "..."

An Le didn't hear the magistrate's response, so she raised her head and saw that handsome face at a glance.

Involuntarily, he skipped a beat.

The county magistrate said quietly: "It has been found."

An Le was taken aback, "What?"

"The place where the proprietress and her son wrote letters you mentioned, in simple terms, is the place where Shi Gui wrote letters."

An Le blinked blankly, staring at the magistrate's face in a daze.

Seeing that he didn't respond, the county magistrate frowned displeasedly, "Why don't you go with me soon?"

An Le regained consciousness, and said in a daze, "Where are you going?"

"..."

The county magistrate's mouth twitched, and he said in a vicious voice, "Get up! Leave!"

An Le nodded in a daze, and then began to change clothes, changing clothes in front of the county magistrate.

He heroically untied his belt and took off his shirt, revealing his smooth chest in an instant.

The county magistrate was taken aback.

"what are you doing?"

An Le's hands stopped, and his clothes fell to his waist, "Change and go out."

"……continue."

The county magistrate turned around and left without hesitation.

When the wooden door closed with a slam, An Le fell back on the bed in an instant, and after a while, a soft snoring sounded.