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

An Le's hand was stuck on the man's neck, and gradually exerted force, her fingertips turned pale.

The county magistrate watched quietly, he had never seen such a sullen face on An Le's face.

The man whimpered, his eyes gradually lost focus, and even after he died, there was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

The magistrate put down his sword.

An Le let go and threw the man on the ground.

After being silent for a while, An Le looked at the magistrate, "Will you not kill me?"

The county magistrate laughed and said, "Why?"

An Le said: "My lord doesn't believe what he said?"

"Half and half."

An Le said: "In that case, why didn't you kill me?"

The county magistrate said: "It's still useful to keep you."

An Le thought for a while, "My lord believes him, do I want to collude with the prince?"

The county magistrate said: "I don't believe it."

An Le was taken aback and laughed.

The county magistrate sneered again and said: "Go back, kill the witness of this official, how dare you laugh in front of this official?"

An Le: "..."

The county magistrate walked out of the dungeon and said to the man in black standing at the door, "Go and bury the corpse inside."

The man in black was taken aback.

An Le followed behind the magistrate, carefully watching the magistrate's expression.

The county magistrate noticed that the corners of An Le's mouth curled up, and his whole body trembled from laughing.

The county magistrate frowned, stopped suddenly, turned around and took An Le's hand.

An Le froze and wanted to pull out his hand, but the county magistrate frowned even deeper.

He wasn't trembling with laughter at all, but trembling with cold.

The county magistrate glanced at the thin bright red coat on An Le's shoulders.

"I think I have such a good physique that I can wear a coat and run around outside?"

An Le stared at the magistrate's chin silently, but suddenly felt his shoulders warm up, and the sable fur on the magistrate's shoulders fell on his shoulders.

"Walk."

An Le just opened his mouth and closed it again.

All the way in silence, An Le returned to his room, the first thing he saw was the hand stove beside the bed that he hadn't used yet.

After glancing at the plain umbrella in the corner of the room, the bold splashes of ink on it showed that this plain umbrella was far more than ten pennies.

"An umbrella is equal to a hand stove, right?"

An Le comforted herself silently.

Then he suddenly remembered the sable fur that was still on his shoulders.

"..." This one looks a little expensive.

An Le sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed, took off her coat, if it wasn't covered by this red dress, the blood on the sleeves of the jacket would have been exposed long ago.

The county magistrate pulled too hard at that time, and the knife wound on his arm was shattered.

An Le touched his chest again, thinking about when he could take a bath, put on his coat again and walked out, turned around halfway, took off the mink fur on his shoulders, folded it, and put it on the bedside.Then sneakily opened the wooden door like a thief.

The man in black went to dispose of the corpse, so he didn't stare at him. An Lejue obviously felt that the feeling of being stared at earlier dissipated.

Although he knew that they were sent to watch him, and it was certain that they were not sent by the county magistrate, An Le still pretended not to know anything. He originally planned to explore step by step, but it would be beneficial for this group of people to disappear suddenly. After all, it took a lot of effort to get rid of them several times before.

An Le smiled slightly, turned over the eaves silently, stepped on the tiles and rushed to the open space behind the prefect.

After landing, An Le quietly listened to the sound of footsteps, and after confirming that no one was going to her room, she ran to the street.

The street has been deserted these past few days, and An Le looks particularly abrupt in a bright red dress.

An Le quickly ran to the dancer's inn.

The ghost doctor seemed to expect that An Le would come back to find him. His medicine box was already on the table, and the dancer had already made tea.

Before turning around after closing the door, An Le knelt down on the ground.

The ghost doctor was startled and hurried up to help him up.

The knife ghost who was wiping the knife also jumped out of the bed and came over.

An Le's face was pale and bloodless, and he couldn't stop shivering from the cold.

The ghost doctor's face was gloomy, he grabbed the medicine box with his right hand, took out three golden needles, and skillfully pierced An Le's arm.

The sword ghost said: "The wound has opened again?"

The ghost doctor snorted coldly and said, "I don't think he's going to die. Knowing that he can't catch the cold anymore, how dare he run around in the street wearing only a coat?"

An Le smiled softly, "I'm afraid that the blood will drop on the ground—"

"Then why aren't you wearing a cloak or something?" the ghost doctor retorted.

An Le said seriously, "Because I don't have money to buy."

"..."

The ghost doctor's name is by no means false.

An Le watched the ghost doctor apply needles and medicine on his body. The wound stopped bleeding and no longer hurt. He said, "When will these wounds heal?"

The ghost doctor gave him a sideways look, "If you struggle every day like this, I'm afraid you'll have to wait a year or so."

An Le smiled wryly.

The sword ghost suddenly asked: "An Le, where did I borrow your sword?"

An Le's wry smile froze on her face.

Dao Gui squinted, and turned the long knife in his hand around, "Lost it?"

An Le smiled awkwardly.

Dao Gui also smiled, "Hack you to death—"

Anle stopped smiling.

The ghost doctor patted the knife ghost on the head and said, "At worst, I'll go find it for you."

An Le said dryly: "Then you might have to go to the bottom of the lake to look for it."

The ghost doctor said to the knife ghost without changing his face: "You cut it."

An Le: "..."

The ghost doctor wrote a prescription for An Le, and went out to get the medicine by the way.

"You don't like to take medicine, these are applied externally."

Anle took it with a smile.

The dancer gestured to An Le.

An Le said disdainfully: "How could the magistrate find out?"

The dancer was even more disdainful than him.

The ghost doctor said: "It's better to be careful, this county magistrate is definitely not an ordinary person, besides, your injuries will not heal in a few days. If the county magistrate really knows, I'm afraid it will disrupt the plan."

An Le lowered his eyes and said, "The plan has been messed up."

The ghost doctor frowned, "Why?"

An Le said: "He went to interrogate the person I sent earlier, although that guy didn't know much, but he found some."

Ghost doctor: "Does the county magistrate know?"

An Le smiled lightly and shook her head, "It's just trivial matters, but it may not be easy to use the county magistrate."

The ghost doctor finished the medicine box, "What did he ask?"

An Le thought for a while and said, "I ordered him to steal the magistrate's letter or something. He didn't know my plan, so the magistrate should not know my purpose, so he can save it."

Dao Gui continued to mock and said: "I'm afraid you are powerless, and that county magistrate may not be as easy to fool as you think."

An Le just smiled wryly.