I am the poor scholar

It takes two hours to go from the other courtyard of the General's Mansion to Bianjing and take the official road at full speed.

Among them is a towering mountain named Jitou Mountain.

The peaks are densely closed, forming a natural barrier, which is easy to defend but difficult to attack.

A hundred or ten men who couldn't make a living ran to the top, set up camp, and established a "Jitou Village".

Usually, he robs passing merchants and travelers, and barely makes a living.

The looters left and right were worthless things, and no one took them seriously.

But this time, Xu wanted to have a good year, and decided that the government would not do anything. The bandits in Jitou Village became ambitious, so they blatantly ran to the official road and robbed a carriage.

I was eager to try and opened the curtain of the car, and there was a woman with delicate features inside.

A group of elders looked at each other in blank dismay, they were all robbed, so they couldn't just return without success, right?

So the bachelors immediately made a lifelong event together.

Ladies and gentlemen, how can we do without a woman?

Exactly seven days later is the New Year's Eve,

According to the status, the first girl to grab should be enjoyed by the boss.

Thus, the marriage of the head of Jitouzhai was decided.

Then, Bu Qingyun, the trophy "lady", was taken captive to the mountain.

Everything is not going well!

Bu Qingyun's mind was full of these four big characters, swaying in his head for a long time, as if someone really whispered them in his ears.

Everything is not going well!

Extremely irritable!

Being held hostage until now, Bu Qingyun nestled on the kang covered with a layer of tiger skin, his right wrist was tied with a piece of rope, and he was in a daze.

His cheeks were hot, and the cold winter of March [-] actually gave him a feeling of being in midsummer.

I don't know if the coachman has found that person...

Bu Qingyun pasted his cheeks against the wall, trying to take advantage of the coolness to make his cheeks burn away.

What if I burn out my head and fail to be the champion next year?

Bu Qingyun's apricot eyes are bright red, and he thinks happily in bitterness.

If so, Xue Wuyi's petty mind doesn't know how proud he will be behind his back.

"Ma'am is on fire again, go to the doctor quickly." Someone put a cold hand on his forehead.

Bu Qingyun is like a traveler in the desert encountering a mirage, eager to get close to it.

However, the "Ma'am" that really fell into his ears gave way to Qingyun's anger, and a sneer overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Go to your wife." Bu Qingyun gritted his teeth, and because of the cold, his voice was a little weak.

Ever since I left that small Changsha County, strange things have happened one after another.

Bu Qingyun was furious, but suppressed it with a suffocated breath, and his whole body couldn't help convulsing: "Listen up! I am."

Because of the high fever, Bu Qingyun panted slightly, and then suddenly raised his voice: "A real man!"

Because it was his own voice, Bu Qingyun didn't know that his hair was messy at the moment, and only his almond-shaped eyes were exposed.

Coupled with the fact that the cotton-padded clothes covered the Adam's apple, and the hoarse voice caused by the high fever also reduced the credibility, it is no wonder that this group of uneducated rough men regarded the good-looking, "petite" Bu Qingyun as a woman.

Lao Wang, who was sent to wait on the "Madam", was a rough guy, so he was immediately dumbfounded.

How can a girl who looks like a fairy not be a woman?

But the person who sent him said that he should serve his wife well.

So he nodded numbly and said, "Yes, ma'am."

"Chickens talk to ducks." Bu Qingyun seemed to be able to hear the sound of grinding his teeth, "Playing the piano to a cow! Pointing at a deer as a horse! Desperate for conscience!"

Bu Qingyun had never been so angry before, his chest was heaving with anger.

If it wasn't for the cold and fever, Bu Qingyun would have taken off his pants to prove himself!Or let these people touch their Adam's apple.

As men, why are some men so blind? !

The more he thought about it, the tangle of thoughts gave in. Qingyun waved his hand fiercely as if venting his anger, and the rope that bound him bounced with his movements.

The binding of his right hand fueled the raging flames in Bu Qingyun's heart, and he slammed his left hand at the pottery bowl that Lao Wang handed over.

When he smelled the bitter breath, Bu Qingyun's movements seemed to be paused.

When the manic mood smelled the medicine, it seemed to be gently brushed by a pair of hands.

Panting for breath, Bu Qingyun took the pottery bowl, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

Throwing the pottery bowl to the side viciously, there was a crisp cracking sound, and the pottery bowl fell apart.

"Get lost!" Bu Qingyun gritted his teeth.

Let the fever go down first.

What are you arguing with a group of blind people!

In the daze, there seemed to be a hoarse and rough voice rang in my ears: "Madam is very anxious... Take me to prescribe some medicine..."

Because anger caused the blood in his chest to surge, Bu Qingyun opened his eyelids, and saw an old man with a goatee.

The words "madame" seemed to be a curse, and Bu Qingyun had a terrible headache. He was deformed by the horns of his clenched hands, and he was so weak that he couldn't make a sound.

He gritted his teeth: "I said, I'm a man."

The goatee said indifferently: "I know."

"Then you guys..." Bu Qingyun went from being struck by lightning to grinding his teeth, "Why do you want to marry a wife?"

"The head of the family says you are a woman, then you are a woman." The goatee is taken for granted.

Bu Qingyun was upset, so he simply closed his eyes.

Heaven is about to send a great mission to man, so he must first work hard on his will and his muscles...

Not angry.

Not angry.

It would be great if someone rescued me, but if not, then wait until the fever subsides and run away by myself.

...hungry his skin, empty his body.

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"Hey! New here! Go hang the red silk!"

Xiao Yang, who was pretending to be a robbed commoner, lowered his head slightly, and said in a low voice, "Okay."

Immediately he took the red silk and stepped on the ladder to decorate the beams with red silk.

His Royal Highness Yan Wang is not a delicate person, he can go to the battlefield and do trivial things.

The dexterous hands are well decorated, His Royal Highness King Yan hangs his head, and several scars have been drawn on his handsome face, making it difficult to see the real face.

His eyes glanced at the people who were busy, and he quietly slipped out from the door.

Concealed and walked through every cottage, where he passed, he secretly recorded the defense in his heart, such as hiding places.

In fact, this kind of small cottage can be razed to the ground by randomly finding a team of Habayashi guards.

However, His Royal Highness King Yan had his own considerations, so he went up the mountain alone.

Only one day has passed since the scholar was arrested.

At night, the wick crackled and exploded.

Against the backdrop of the dim candlelight, Xiao Yang's face was obscure, and the structure of the village was scribbled on a piece of straw paper.

The index finger pointed to the "Madam's House" that he had inquired about during the day, and he heard that the head of the family was going to marry a wife.

Xiao Yang, who had seen a lot of dirty things in the capital, calmly accepted the marriage between a man and a man, and determined his goal from beginning to end—rescue the scholar.

The candles were extinguished, and everyone else in the room fell asleep.

Xiao Yang fumbled into his night clothes, got up from the kang lightly, and quietly closed the door.

The cottage is just a grass-roots team, and those patrolling teams are just a gimmick.

Xiao Yang easily found the "madam's room".

With such a loose defense, His Royal Highness Danfeng raised his eyes, and real ridicule poured out from the corner of his eyes.

The bandits treated the "madame" with some consideration, and the scholar's room stood out from the crowd in the cottage, the most gorgeous and eye-catching.

A dog barked not far away.

Xiao Yang saw the light leaking from the crack of the door, so he knew there was someone inside.

His eyes locked the door made of bamboo and wood.

The auricles moved slightly, and the frivolous footsteps behind the door made Xiao Yang's cold aura disappear instantly, and someone was about to walk this way.

Turning around, Xiao Yang hid himself in the cramped place.

The two men walked out shoulder to shoulder and staggered.

"Hahahaha! Big brother, the wife you married this time is really good-looking! It's also really hot! It's cool! Find me a wife sometime!"

Another majestic voice sounded: "Wait a year later! Let's grab another one! Those wine bags and rice bags!"

"Okay!" The man agreed with all his mouth, and leaned on the other man's shoulder staggeringly, "It's how my sister-in-law said that I am a man? She is such a good-looking girl!"

"Hahahaha! Who cares about her! She looks so good, she must be a woman!"

The sound of staggering footsteps gradually faded away, Xiao Yang showed his figure from the cramped place, his brow furrowed indistinctly.

From the conversation between the two, the extremely clever Yan Wang had a glimpse of the incident.

Being able to find an escape route for the coachman under the condition of fever shows that the scholar has a flexible mind.

His Royal Highness King Yan has the intention of soliciting.

but……

Stand still for the time being.

Xiao Yang pulled away abruptly and left.

The time has not come.

The young man's feelings are too clear, and the arrogance raised by being regarded as the proud son of heaven also needs to be frustrated.

If you want to gain a foothold in the court, how can you not be subdued?

The author has something to say: Another miserable day for Xiaobu~