I am the poor scholar

How could the unyielding Bu Qingyun know that he had virtually missed the chance to be rescued.

He was pulling the quilt, smashing the bitter taste in his mouth.

The apricot eyes stared round at the bean candle above his head.

People go to the air and empty.

Because the flames raised by those blind men are gradually shrinking.

After the indignation in his head disappeared, he was instantly replaced by dizziness, and Bu Qingyun fell asleep in a daze.

The head of the family is scheduled to get married on the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, presumably thinking about doing it now so as to save some money.Or fear of long nights and dreams.

Xiao Yang was thinking about the state banquet in the palace on New Year's Eve and the grand court meeting on New Year's Day, just in time.

So, I stayed in this cottage for two days.

Occasionally, those assigned near the "Madam's House" can see the women coming in and out.

Measuring rulers, red cloths, golden bracelets, and whispers of women.

"I think this is obviously a man." Some women whispered to each other.

"Shh." Another elder made a gesture of silence, "The head of the family said it was a woman, and it was a woman."

The corners of Xiao Yang's mouth twitched inexplicably, and he didn't know whether it was because the women admired the head of the family, or they took it for granted.

and……

Xiao Yang thought about the business, the broken hair on his forehead blocked his amber pupils, and lay across the scars on his face.

That young man seemed to reveal his true gender every time.

It seems that he is a proud and natural scholar.

"Heh." Even though he highly admired the young man's intelligence, he ruthlessly ridiculed the stubbornness of the young scholar Xiao Yang.

Click.

Xiao Yang was breaking a section of the branch on which the red silk was hung, his fingers holding the branch were slightly loose.

Branches fell.

Xiao Yang's original intention was that when a scholar is isolated and helpless, he can bear the burden of humiliation and barely learn the word "sufficient".

After all, the scholar's previous "delicate" impression was too deep.

"Get up! Get up!" Someone beat the gongs and drums frantically, and the sound of hurried footsteps continued along the kang, breaking the silence of the night.

Xiao Yang suddenly opened his eyes from a deep sleep, Danfeng's eyes were exceptionally clear, his whole body seemed to be wound up and sat up suddenly: "What's wrong?"

As soon as he spoke, there was an unconscious air of superiority.

In the turmoil, only the men on both sides of Xiao Yang flinched unconsciously, and looked at the stern, ugly man beside him with surprise.

The man shouted loudly again: "Come out and find the bride! The bride has run away!"

"What?" Xiao Yangdan narrowed his phoenix eyes.

Slight admiration overflowed from his heart, and the next moment he felt someone beside him suddenly stand up, pointing at himself and saying in horror: "The scar on his face is gone!"

"He got in here!"

"..."

Exclamations came one after another, Xiao Yang left a large space around his body for an instant, and in this empty room, a huge crowd of people turned towards Xiao Yang in unison.

"Crowd." Xiao Yang found out his clothes, fastened his belt in a slow manner, his every move was not slick, but calm and composed.

In the room, an invisible barrier seemed to be born out of thin air, dividing the anger on both sides.

Half of the atmosphere is dignified, as if facing an enemy.

The other half was unusually peaceful, as ever.

After a while, Shi Shiran's dressed man finally tidied up his appearance, the black silk was tied in the black belt, the ugly scar was washed away, revealing the honey-colored skin and the straight bridge of the nose.

It is a handsomeness that ordinary people don't have, and an inadvertent sideways glance is also a cold arrogance that ordinary people would unconsciously weaken their legs.

Those common people looked at each other in blank dismay, their legs trembling unconsciously.

Xiao Yang glanced at the people who were a foot away from him, his thick eyebrows, which seemed to have been rendered by the strokes of a pen, rose slightly, and a trace of sharpness flowed out from the corners of his eyes.

He suddenly pulled out the token hidden in his sleeve and showed it to everyone.

Made of black iron, the carving is fine, and the official seal on the lower left corner shows that it was made by the government.

And the side of the token shown to everyone is a big compilation of "Swallow".

The dim sky dawned, illuminating the ignorance and vigilance on the faces of the people.

"My king, Xiao Yang." Xiao Yang looked down at the crowd like a contemptuous man, successfully saw the complexion of the crowd turn from red to white and then to blue, and calmly pinned the token on his waist.

puff-

Someone couldn't help but knelt down: "My lord... my lord?!"

As if a certain switch had been turned on, the common people who had been tense just now bowed their heads and knelt down.

Looking down at the backs of everyone's heads, Xiao Yang said indifferently: "Find the scholar."

"My lord..." Someone kowtowed violently, hitting the ground with a loud noise, "My lord, spare my life! The grassroots have no intention of offending. My lord, spare my life!"

In an instant, everyone kowtowed and begged for mercy.

"Find him." Xiao Yang felt annoyed, and suddenly stepped across the crowd, "Forgive you for your innocence."

People consciously give way.

-

In the madam's bedroom, a burly man with a thick back was roaring.

"You are fools! A woman ran away right under your eyes! Are you all idiots?!"

The sound wave swayed from the inside of the house to behind the tree outside, and the second master was reprimanding: "You guys—look for the kitchen!"

"You - stay at the bottom of the mountain! Don't let him escape!"

Bu Qingyun was dressed in rough clothes. Although the young man's bones were tall, he was almost submerged among the rough adults.

He pinched the fan bone, the surface of the ink fan was stained with blood, and the silver needle that stabbed the guard's neck was quietly put away.

The blood stains flowed on the silk gauze fan, and then meandered down again.

Bu Qingyun, who was mixed in with the searching crowd, shrank his head, his face was almost blocked by the deliberately messed up black hair.

"you--"

"You!" As if there was no response, the second head suddenly raised his voice and shouted, "The little guy in the last row!"

Bu Qingyun frowned, lowered his head, and glanced at the men on both sides from the corner of his eye.

Little man?

Deep creases formed between the brows, just now the person in front of him automatically moved out of the way, and the bones of Bu Qingyun's fist hidden in his sleeves rattled.

"Don't look! It's you! That little guy whose head is about to fall off, come here!"

He clenched the folding fan in his sleeve tightly, and the silver needle pierced out silently.

Bu Qingyun lowered his head and murmured: "Okay."

Passing through the crowd calmly, Bu Qingyun walked towards the second leader, step by step, although careful, but steady.

"Raise your head." Bu Qingyun, who bowed his head, heard the second leader say.

The heartbeat became more and more violent, but Bu Qingyun slowly raised his head, and the silver needle in his sleeve revealed a cold light.

Can take hostages.

Just when they let their guard down.

With a icy smile in his eyes, Bu Qingyun looked at the second leader.

He was ready to put all his eggs in one basket and take hostages.

The moment Bu Qingyun raised his eyes, he looked straight into the eyes of the Erdangjia.

Erdangjia is a man of strong physique.

The smile on Bu Qingyun's face was already cold, and he calmly accepted everything that came next.

"Are you a man?!" Er Dangjia's powerful voice suddenly became sharp.