I am the poor scholar

Bu Qingyun was splashed with ice-cold tea twice in a row, and the green cold tea drenched his forehead and hair, which was wet and flowed into his eyes along a lock of black hair.

"Where are you going?" Bu Qingyun blinked.

"Follow." King Yan said impatiently.

Sometimes warm and sometimes cold, Bu Qingyun was a little dazed, but the somewhat familiar voice made him relax his vigilance, and followed obediently.

Xiao Yang stopped in front of the window, pushed open the sash, raised his chin and pointed to the outside of the room, "Go out and calm down."

The bold scholar couldn't help shivering when he was blown by the wind.

However, the continuous hotness in his stomach and cheeks encouraged Bu Qingyun to go out immediately.

It was cold and hot, as if the heart was divided into two halves, one half was hot and the other was cold, the monstrous flame instantly overwhelmed the cold air, Bu Qingyun suddenly turned over with his hands on the window sill.

Xiao Yang supported the window with one hand, his eyes inadvertently glanced at the scholar standing upright outside.

Unfamiliar with the place of life, the scholar stood quietly outside the window with his cotton clothes wrinkled and stuck to his body.

It's pretty good.

Closing the window sash, Xiao Yang frowned, feeling a strange feeling in his heart, always feeling...something was wrong.

sleep first.

Tomorrow, I will order Chu Cihe to send him back.

Before he could rest, a flickering silver light appeared in the corner of his eyes.

Xiao Yang's eyes became sharp in an instant, and when he took a closer look, his brows that had been tightened just now loosened.

It turned out to be a folding fan, but the clever thing is that there is a silver needle standing on the top of the fan bone in the middle.

Half-bent, pinching the handle of the fan with callused fingers.

As soon as His Highness flipped it over, he retracted the silver needle.

"Heh." Xiao Yang snorted lightly, "I will infer other things from one instance."

Mohist mechanism.

After saying that, Xiao Yang spread out the fan.

Ink plum blossom illustration.

Splash the paper with ink, and then render it with the tip of the pen, and wipe it with your feet and hands.

Even if he didn't study it in detail, His Royal Highness King Yan, who grew up among treasures, had a high vision for appreciating treasures.

With a venomous look, he closed the fan and threw it on the table: "The painting is insane."

No more comments.

And only this feature.

It belonged to the scholar.

The candles were extinguished.

Before stopping, the two windows were suddenly flipped to the sides, as if a dark wind had come in from the windows.

Xiao Yang ignored the moment when he opened the window, a feeling of coolness passed over his body, and his soft and long eyelashes lifted.

Amber is obviously a very gentle color, but the eyeballs of this color are inlaid in Xiao Yang's eye sockets, so it can make people feel that this color is stained with frost.

Borrowing the thin and bleak moonlight, the scholar's face was exposed from behind the window sash, his forehead hair seemed to be covered with ice, and he was about to turn inside the room while leaning on the window sill.

He was trembling, his lips were blue, and he seemed to be begging for mercy.

However, there was a trembling smile on that face, showing big white teeth: "I am a man."

Every word shakes, quite a bit pitiful.

"You are also a man, I, I, I don't need it, avoid suspicion."

After a while, Xiao Yang seemed to see the sun behind the clouds, "Oh."

Xiao Yang lay down and closed his eyes and said, "It was you who wanted to go out just now."

It's not that the king didn't think of it.

It's okay to let him rest for a night.

Suddenly realizing that there was a person under the blanket, the entangled cold air slipped in along the collar, Xiao Yangdan opened his phoenix eyes, and sat up with his body: "Get down."

Bu Qingyun curled up into a ball, stretching his cold arms to pull off the warm bedding.

"it's too cold……"

"Put it down, I have, I have a bank note for you."

The shivering instinct of the body could not be restrained, every inch of skin and every cell was clamoring.

chilly.

it's too cold!

"..."

Xiao Yang lowered his head, staring at the scholar who sometimes rubbed his hands and sometimes pulled the quilt. Following his movements, he felt vibrations through the mattress.

The scholar is like a moving ice cube, if he is not diligent in practicing martial arts, he may be shivering like this scholar.

"So weak." Xiao Yang mocked in his eyes.

After saying that, Xiao Yang lifted the quilt and closed the window, his callused fingertips rested on the window lattice, Xiao Yang turned his head and looked down at the scholar who was huddled in the quilt and forced a smile on his face.

The scholar is like a silkworm chrysalis with only his head exposed, his face as pale as paper mixed with gray moonlight, hiding in the darkness will instantly frighten people out of their wits.

The pale face had a partial grin, which was really unsightly.

Xiao Yang turned his head sideways, his eyes fixed on the sword hanging on the wall, and his boots moved towards the door.

At the same time, the scholar behind him said tremblingly: "Give me, give me a hand warmer, and I, I will give you, silver, silver notes."

Xiao Yang finally couldn't restrain the absurdity in his heart when the scholar rewarded him with silver notes over and over again, and sneered back: "Oh, I don't like it."

I feel disdainful in my heart, but this person is so cold that his brain is confused, I'm afraid that if he doesn't solve it, he won't be able to sleep well tonight.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yang couldn't help speeding up his pace, picked up the Qingfeng sword that was on the wall, and the sharp sword came out of its sheath, making a buzzing sound.

A sword cut down along the crack of the door!

The iron chain locked from the outside slammed on the ground, making a crisp sound.

After opening the door, Xiao Yang stepped over the threshold and closed the door, the dim moonlight flooded his body in an instant.

Chu Cihe stopped in front of Xiao Yang like a ghost, lowered his head and cupped his hands and said, "I have been captured alive."

Having been a master and servant for many years, Xiao Yang didn't take action just now, just because he believed that the thieves could not escape from other courtyards.

Xiao Yang's eyeballs moved slightly, and his eyes followed the rope that Chu Cihe was holding in his palm to look over.

The two men had their mouths stuffed with socks, and they had to squirm like worms, struggling to escape.

"Go and see the scholar in the house."

Chu Cihe bowed his head and said: "This subordinate obeys orders."

Xiao Yang walked past Chu Cihe calmly, and the Qingfeng sword suddenly pointed at a bound man.

The dark moonlight was blocked by the man's tall and thin body, only the two pairs of amber pupils shone with a cold light, as if a sharp knife pierced a person's heart: "Who sent you here."

The pupils of the man pointed at by the sword dilated, and his trembling was even more violent than that of the scholar.

OMG!

It's obviously the eldest lady's room, why is the prince staying there?

The man's head shook wildly like a rattle drum, and he wriggled desperately backwards.

Stepping on the rope and exerting all of a sudden, the two of them could no longer squirm.

The man shook his head frantically.

Xiao Yang picked the man's mouth full of socks with his sword, and pointed at the man's Adam's apple with the sword tip, "Say."

The lofty posture seems to be looking down on the dust.

Being tied up, the sharp blade was close to the skin, causing countless goosebumps. The man burst into tears and said, "My lord, spare my life! My lord, spare my life! The little one came here by order! The little one doesn't know anything!"

The blade entered the body, stained with blood.

Pull out.

The courtyard returned to tranquility.

The struggling man finally got relief from his fear.

Xiao Yang's pupils reflected the blood-stained blade, as if reappearing the cold-blooded general galloping on the battlefield.

God blocks and kills God, and Buddha blocks and kills Buddha.

Xiao Yang turned his head, the moonlight flowing on his honey-colored skin was like frost, coating him with a decisive aura.

Xiao Yang's eyes were indifferent, and his voice raised slightly: "Say?"

The blade turned slightly, Xiao Yang's amber pupils looked down at the eyes of the surviving man.

As long as the man shook his head, Qingfengjian would take his life without hesitation.

King Yan's patience was not very good.

The author has something to say: Prince (contempt.JPG): This weak chicken.