I am the poor scholar

"No." The middle-aged man said sternly.

Bu Qingyun's tense heartstrings relaxed slightly.

As long as you have a folding fan, at least you have a chance.

"Okay." Seeing Wang Juzi approaching, he raised his head and looked down, "Brother Step, I have found a good marriage for you."

Bu Qingyun stared at Wang Juzi's schadenfreude face, the anger in his eyes gradually calmed down, and turned a little gray instead, as if accepting his fate.

With morbid pleasure in Wang Juzi's eyes, he opened the hand covering Bu Qingyun's mouth little by little, patted Bu Qingyun's cheek lightly and said, "Next, please enjoy the beauty's grace."

"Come here." Bu Qingyun said softly, "Come here with your ears, I'll tell you where to put my bank notes, please let me go."

"Huh? Where is it?" A vicious and greedy juice grew in Wang Juzi's heart. He obviously didn't have the mentality to let people go, and he couldn't let people go after the matter was over, so he really stuck to his ears.

If you can get money, why not do it?

The ear was really attached to his mouth, Bu Qingyun lowered his eyes, and a moment of intense anger made him want to bite him hard, to bite off his ear!

However, the feeling of disgust gave way to Bu Qingyun's lip curling slightly. If Bu Qingyun wanted to become vicious, he would be a snake and a scorpion.

He whispered: "I think you are now..."

Already having a premonition that there would be no good words to come, Wang Juzi straightened up suddenly and was about to slap him down. Immediately, someone grabbed Wang Juzi's arm hard.

The rape is imminent, and the wise housekeeper doesn't want the adulterer to have any marks on his face.

Bu Qingyun's eyes shone with contempt, as if he was looking down on an ant, using his profound knowledge and a proud family background higher than Wang Juzi's to despise this ant from the bone.

The words in his mouth came out no matter how he poked his heart: "It's flattering you to lift my shoes."

The viciousness of the words themselves was average, but the contemptuous attitude was like the sharpest blade, stabbing Wang Juzi's self-esteem with precision.

Wang Juzi's face contorted instantly.

Bu Qingyun got a chance to breathe, then raised his head, looked up at the middle-aged man and said: "Duan Huaiming."

Believe that smart people can hear it.

People are not as good as the sky.

Bu Qingyun saw the middle-aged man with a sinister smile: "That's more worthy of our eldest lady."

-

Bu Qingyun once thought that the "marriage" with King Yan would be the most exciting moment in his life.

Now, he was successfully slapped in the face.

Bu Qingyun, who was covered in a sack, went through bumps all the way, was carried by two people, his hands and feet were tied, his entire mouth was tightly occupied by a piece of rag, and he couldn't make a sound at all.

Both hands clutched the fan tightly.

Bu Qingyun closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, waiting for the time to come.

adulterer?

dream!

Suddenly, it seems to have arrived at the destination.

Bu Qingyun felt that the two people put themselves on a hard place, and then took off the sack, his eyes were dark.

However, there is not a hard floor under him, but a soft carpet.

A pill was stuffed in the mouth, alarm bells went off in the mind!

This is definitely not a good thing!

Sensing that the man seemed to put his hand into his mouth, Bu Qingyun immediately pressed down the pill with his tongue and swallowed it.

That person seems to have to "check" again!

The man's fingers had already touched his teeth, and Qingyun's hairs stood on end with a feeling of nausea, and a chill spread all over his body.

He is too detailed!Who are these people? !

Just at this moment, there was the sound of a teacup being broken.

The man immediately pulled out his fingers, quickly cut off the rope, and left quickly.

When Bu Qingyun was free, a carp stood up straight, spit out the pills in his mouth, spit out his saliva, and strode towards the door to leave this dangerous room.

Pull the door hard, it doesn't move.

For the first time, Bu Qingyun had the urge to scold her.

locked!

The footsteps behind him were slow, as if they hadn't noticed that there was an uninvited guest in the house at all.

In this dark room, Bu Qingyun seized the opportunity: "Miss, I don't mean to offend! I broke this door! I will pay you!"

At the same time, Bu Qingyun pressed down on the fan shaft to protrude a little, and a silver needle pierced out from the tip of the bamboo fan bone in the middle, and slammed the fan bone together to pin it on his waist.

Bu Qingyun's spine trembled and he could barely stand with his back against the door. He couldn't help panting heavily. The effect of the medicine seemed to have taken effect, even if he vomited it, it still had some effect on himself.

In the cold winter of March and September, the heat spread from the lower abdomen, and the strange heat gave way. Qingyun stepped forward to pick up the wooden chair in two or three steps, and slammed on the carved wooden door with a "bang--".

Not moving.

A candle was lit, filling the dark room with light.

There was light in his eyes, and Bu Qingyun suddenly raised his head, but the moment he saw the man clearly, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Under the warm yellow candlelight, there is no "girl", only a man in a middle coat.

The man was sitting in front of the round wooden table, and was putting the extinguished fire on the table.

Half of the man's face is hidden in the shadows, and half is illuminated by the candle.

The heat flowing up from the lower abdomen suddenly surged, and Bu Qingyun suddenly shifted his attention.

Hot sweat rolled into the ink hair, and the forehead hair was close to the forehead, Bu Qingyun trembled and let the silver needle penetrate into the flesh and blood.

Bu Qingyun suppressed the heat in his stomach, cursed Wang Juzi and the others in his heart, swayed closer to the man and said, "Brother, the door is locked from the outside, you broke the door for me, I will give you the banknote."

Xiao Yang raised his thick ink-like eyebrows, and looked at the scholar who was propped on the table with his arms outstretched.

Gein's experience was too thrilling, and the scholar left a deep impression on him.

The scholar was wearing a poor-quality cotton coat, his face was flushed, and his mouth was still open.

Hearing this, King Yan, the richest man in the Liang Dynasty, let out a snort.

In this world, what King Yan lacks most is money.

But barely met once, Xiao Yang slowly filled the tea bowl with tea, looked at the scholar leaning over to spray his breath on his cheek, and frowned again.

too close.

"Li." There seemed to be a pause here, and he continued slowly, "I'll stay away."

The smell of this medicine is worse than the smell of wine.

It's a pity that the scholar is not a well-behaved person, he seemed to get closer to him in order to force himself, Xiao Yang narrowed his eyes impatiently.

The scholar's voice trembled slightly: "You smash the door for me, and I will disappear immediately."

Xiao Yang suddenly raised his hand, and the tea was poured straight on.

The scholar was stunned, Xiao Yang splashed it again calmly.

Guan Shusheng's cheeks are flushed, and he knows that the effect of the medicine is still there.

Splash again.

Also red.

Splash again.

So again and again.

The teapot is empty.

Xiao Yang poured the tea again, but there was no drop.

Lifting his chin slightly, his amber pupils could clearly see the abnormal crimson color of the scholar's cheeks by the candlelight.

Standing up suddenly, frowning and turning around, he looked at Bu Qingyun, seemingly unable to start.

After all, tea was all over his body, it was too dirty.

"You..." The scholar was about to speak.

"Ben, I'm not very interested." His Royal Highness Yan Wang claimed that he hadn't changed, and interrupted him abruptly, "I don't want to know."

Xiao Yang, who is busy with many things, is not very interested in seeing others commit crimes, speak out, and be bold.

The scholar persevered: "Still smashing the door..."

His Highness interrupted him again: "Shut up."

His tone was low, already threatening.

"Follow." His Royal Highness Yan Wang glanced at the scholar with contempt.

After walking two steps, King Yan stared at the scholar who was frozen in place, frowned and ordered: "Follow."

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