I am the poor scholar

As soon as the four words came out, before Bu Qingyun could react, the voice of Dabao and Xiaobao exploded behind him: "Big Brother! Fireworks! Watch the fireworks!"

"Okay." Bu Qingyun immediately shifted his gaze.

Xiao Yang sat back again, his slender eyelashes drooped slightly, which did not match his tough face, and stared at the two bowls and two pairs of chopsticks that Bu Qingyun did not take away.

The sound of firecrackers outside exploded in my ears,

The well-knuckle fingers tapped the table one after another.

Xiao Yang seemed to understand the mood of that old Meng Zhe when he did this action.

The rhythmic knocking sound slowly sounded, and then fell silently.

Sometimes it really can make people calm down.

He was thinking, what effect would this person be able to play if he were brought under his command?

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The first day of the Lunar New Year was a warm morning day. The rising sun broke through the light clouds and landed on the thin snow, melting the thin snow with a light temperature.

The snow water melted and stayed along the mountain range, and the snow that blocked the mountain road also turned into snow water.

When Bu Qingyun woke up, the Yang family was paying homage to their land lord.

Lazily yawned, tears came out of his eyes, Bu Qingyun stretched and sighed.

Then he spontaneously went to add fire to the stove and sent firewood into the stove. Bu Qingyun covered his wide open mouth with one hand and yawned while rubbing his eyes.

He muttered to himself, "Slept very late."

Then he yawned again.

"Are you that sleepy?" The indifferent voice from the top of his head seemed to turn into a basin of cold water, splashing his drowsiness away.

The slightly drooping eyelids lifted instantly, Bu Qingyun turned his head and saw the man's condescending gaze.

The man's eyes were less mocking and more scrutinizing.

Bu Qingyun tensed his spine for no reason, raised his head and smiled, "Why did you come out?"

As soon as the words came out, Bu Qingyun suddenly felt some flaws in the words, and the words turned abruptly: "Come out to get some air?"

Rarely, Xiao Shiqi didn't taunt as usual, but condescended to take a small bench and sit next to Bu Qingyun.

Bu Qingyun felt uncomfortable, shrugged, turned his head and smiled: "What's the matter?"

"Has the snow melted?" Xiao Yang glanced at Bu Qingyun's fingers holding the firewood, and Danfeng's eyes were raised slightly, staring at Bu Qingyun's cheeks reflecting the firelight.

Bu Qingyun said: "I don't know yet, I'll ask Brother Yang later."

Bu Qingyun stirred the firewood in the stove with a thick stick, and the light of the fire cast a warm glow on his fair face.

The warmth fell on his face, Bu Qingyun felt the gaze of the people beside him, and he became more and more restless.

The most comfortable way to get along is when two people are alone, without talking or being awkward.

Obviously, the friendship between Xiao Shiqi and Bu Qingyun is far from reaching this level.

At this moment, Bu Qingyun didn't feel comfortable at all, leaving only embarrassment.

Especially the man staring at his eyes at this moment can be called scrutiny, as if the jailer is scrutinizing the prisoner in a prison, blatantly and without scruples.

If it was normal, Bu Qingyun must have nothing to talk to, but this person's poisonous tongue gave way to Bu Qingyun's dislike.

He is the savior again.

Bu Qingyun feels like sitting on pins and needles.

Suddenly, Xiao Shiqi said: "Have you met King Yan in Jiming Temple?"

The sound of nature saves Bu Qingyun from embarrassment.

Bu Qingyun added more firewood, and finally relaxed his heartstrings a little. He didn't know what he thought of, his eyes flickered, and he denied it: "I haven't seen it."

old with me.

Have you seen King Yan in Jiming Temple?

"Really?" Xiao Shiqi asked back.

"Yes." Bu Qingyun nodded slightly, and continued to stare at the swaying flames, "Are you because of what I said to the people? Hahaha, you don't have to believe that, I just want to make them afraid of me, His Royal Highness King Yan is famous far and wide, so I said that to protect myself."

Xiao Shiqi's frown relaxed, as if he was persuaded by Bu Qingyun's words.

This statement makes sense.

The doubts that had been lingering in my heart for many days dissipated a little, but a flash of lightning suddenly flashed in my mind.

Xiao Shiqi's eyes became sharp in an instant: "Marriage?"

Bu Qingyun paused, that's what Jingyi said, who has time to use their brains in an emergency?

Feeling slandered in his heart, Bu Qingyun looked at Chai Huo and said, "I've read too many romantic stories in the scriptures, so I slipped my tongue subconsciously."

As if to show that he had really read a lot of scripts, Bu Qingyun said again: "I remember reading "The Evil Lord and Pretty Princess" two years ago, it said that the princess died, ah, that's right, she fell asleep in the ice coffin, The prince killed all those who bullied the princess, no matter if they were bandits..."

He babbled on about the story, which moved the heavens and the earth, and his voice was full of emotion.

Xiao Yang stared at Bu Qingyun's face expressionlessly, the scholar was still telling the story, telling the story with grief, indignation and generosity, as if he had turned into a character in the book.

Bu Qingyun was still talking, "The prince said: 'Jing'er~'", but Xiao Yang suddenly interrupted, "Do you believe this?"

The tone was still flat, but Bu Qingyun seemed to hear the contempt, he stopped his words suddenly, and nodded resolutely: "Yes, you must know that art comes from life, there must be such a story. And the common people are easy to follow others, It will definitely be shaken."

"Hey." Bu Qingyun seemed to have discovered the new world, turned his head suddenly and smiled, and rolled his eyes, "Don't you know that the people in Bianjing are now living well, and it is the North Street, which is known as the slum, and people who buy a book of Chinese stories There is still money."

When Bu Qingyun was not entangled by the disciples, Bu Qingyun actually saw the little girl who led the way and asked for money to go to North Street. Out of curiosity, Bu Qingyun walked in.

Even if you can't wear completely warm clothes, every household has several quilts, and you can no longer feel the cold wind when you enter the house.

Several young girls who admired Ai pooled money to buy a storybook, read it in turn, and then told the little girl.

Being able to wear cotton-padded clothes, sit under the house, and read and write is much better than the previous dynasty with no tiles on the roof, no land to stand on, no clothes to cover the body, and no food to eat.

"..." Xiao Shishi's heart rippled, and his cold heart seemed to soften for a moment.

Even Beijie Street, which is known as a slum, still has money to buy a Chinese script.

Xiao Yang stood up slowly: "I'll go first."

Forgive him for not daring to lie.

The rhythmic steps went further and further, Bu Qingyun looked at the flame again, his soft almond eyes slightly curved, and he stuffed the strongest firewood into the stove.

The flame jumped onto the firewood as if alive, and quickly dyed red.

Bu Qingyun fiddled with the firewood in the stove, helping the latest firewood to burn completely.

Things in the world are really puzzling.

Life is like a play.

Why did you meet King Yan again?

Xiao Shiqi.

His Royal Highness King Yan is ranked seventeenth.

Since the smell of blood faded away, Brother Xiao's faintly lingering strange scent has dissipated.

After smelling it only once, Bu Qingyun's nose remembered it.

This man has it too.

This is one, just suspect.

The second is the loophole in what Xiao Shiqi just said.

"Have you seen King Yan in Jiming Temple?"

location.

What I said at the beginning was: "I have an old relationship."

"Hey!" Bu Qingyun sighed heavily.

What else can you do?

This is a lifesaver, how could he still go to His Royal Highness and say: "So you are King Yan, we met before at Jiming Temple"?

The author has something to say: Wow, I was shocked to see so much nutrient solution (laughing and crying)

Xiaobu: There are loopholes everywhere!What kind of evil fate is this? !

感谢在2020-02-2517:30:26~2020-02-2617:54:21期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 71 bottles of melon seeds;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!