I am the poor scholar

The two parted ways in front of the city gate, and Bu Qingyun repeated his address again, saying: "If you have anything to do, you can ask me for help."

Not long after the new year, people visit relatives and exchange congratulatory messages. The streets are full of traffic, and the crowds are crowded with each other, shoulder to shoulder, which is very lively.

Bu Qingyun quickly walked through the crowd and finally entered the Fulai Inn.

The inn was still buzzing with people, and the aroma was overflowing, which made Bu Qingyun feel greedy, so he called the waiter in the inn and said, "Give me two liang of wine."

After thinking for a while, he changed his tune and said, "One or two."

As he spoke, he walked towards the seat by the window very naturally, but there was no one there.

Not seeing the stiff face of the waiter behind him at all, the waiter turned to the shopkeeper for help.

The shopkeeper pushed his glasses, flipped through the account book on that page, cleared his throat and said, "Go and entertain other guests, this young master will leave it to me."

"understood."

On the other side, Bu Qingyun unfolded the fan, covered the fan with his fingertips, and stroked the ink painting on the fan a little bit. The ink painting has been smeared by water, and the whole picture cannot be seen clearly.

Bu Qingyun raised his eyebrows and murmured: "It's been five or six years. I'll buy some waterproof rice paper in a few days and make it myself again."

Five or six years ago, I became interested in mechanism art, so I learned to make one myself, and I can vaguely remember how to do it.

"Young master." The shopkeeper's voice sounded from in front of him.

Bu Qingyun raised his head, happened to see the shopkeeper, and smiled again: "What's wrong?"

The shopkeeper's face trembled, as if he was a little scared.

Doubts floated in his heart, and Bu Qingyun had a bad premonition for no reason, and his smile restrained: "What's the matter?"

The shopkeeper faltered, lowered his head and placed the account book in front of Bu Qingyun, pointing to a line of words: "Mr. Bu, take a look first."

Repair doors and windows, one or two.

Buy damaged items, such as tea bowls, teapots, screens, ten taels.

Add up a total of 11 taels.

Bu Qingyun smiled playfully, and the smile in his eyes flowed: "What does it have to do with me?"

Having said that, the ominousness in my heart rose sharply.

Why did the shopkeeper put this thing in front of my eyes for no reason?

The shopkeeper took back the ledger, crumpled a corner of the ledger, sat upright and said, "You need to compensate for these?"

"Huh?" The folding fan knocked on the table, and Bu Qingyun's smile disappeared completely, "What happened?"

"Eleven days ago, your cousin appeared at the Fulai Inn and broke our things."

"Okay." When the shopkeeper paused, Bu Qingyun put down the tea bowl he was holding, and frowned, "I will compensate."

After saying that, Bu Qingyun stood up suddenly, his mood plummeted, and strode out of the inn.

Oops!

One can imagine what that gambler can do!

Because of getting along with Liu Juzi a lot, Bu Qingyun had known for a long time that twenty or so Juzis shared a courtyard in Beijie Street, and Meng Ming also lived with Wang Juzi.

Siheyuan is not luxurious, but simple.

Liu Juzi was drawing water when there was a knock on the door.

Putting down his rolled-up sleeves abruptly, Liu Juzi put down the latch, and when he opened the door, his face was as white as snow, and he said tremblingly, "Bu...bu, why are you here?"

At this moment, Bu Qingyun's heart seemed to be ignited with clusters of flames. Naturally, he didn't notice his gaffe, stepped across the threshold, looked around, and asked in the most peaceful tone: "Where is Meng Ming?"

If you don't ask yourself, you are stealing. At this moment, Bu Qingyun has nothing but disgust for Meng Ming.

In vain he read the books of sages and sages, to be able to do such immoral things!

As soon as the word Meng Ming came out, Liu Juzi's face turned pale as paper, his body trembled slightly and he said, "He, isn't he dead?"

"Dead?" Bu Qingyun's chest was filled with anger for a moment, as if water had been splashed on him. Only then did he notice that something was wrong with Liu Juzi. At this moment, his heart was beating wildly, "Is he dead?"

"Yes, yes." Liu Juzi spoke incoherently, staggered back two steps, and turned around abruptly, "You, you better go."

"No——" Bu Qingyun turned around and put his hands on Liu Juzi's shoulders, his eyelids slightly lowered and stared at Liu Juzi solemnly, "What's going on? Tell me clearly!"

"I, I also—" Liu Juzi dodged his eyes.

Bu Qingyun narrowed his eyes, and clearly felt the trembling of Liu Juzi's hand, and his hands contracted a little: "Where's Wang Yu?"

Wang Juzi, whose real name is Wang Yu.

"He, he..." It seemed that Liu Juzi was very panicked by this matter, and he couldn't explain clearly after murmuring for a long time, "It seems, disappeared..."

"Bu Qingyun!"

"It's Bu Qingyun!"

"Bu Qingyun actually appeared!"

A meter away, people quickly surrounded him, and their voices changed from exclamation at the beginning to whispers.

Out of the corner of his eye, it was as if someone opened the door and trotted away.

Bu Qingyun's eyes were fixed on Liu Juzi's expression, and he turned to look at Juzi beside him.

Breathing heavily, cold air flows into the heart along the breathing tube, giving way to Bu Qingyun's beating heart gradually returning to normal.

Wherever they looked, without exception, everyone was pale and vigilant, as if they were some kind of scourge.

A guess hangs in his heart, and Bu Qingyun doesn't know whether to be angry or laugh for a while.

Turning his eyes across all the people, Bu Qingyun pointed to the calmest one among them, and pointed his fingers to signal him to step forward.

The man flinched, put his chest out in a pretentious manner, and bowed, "Xiaosheng Lin Du..."

Bu Qingyun calmly listened to his self-introduction, and waited for his voice to fall: "How did Meng Ming die? Where did he die? When did he die? How did he die? Where is Wang Yu? When was the last time you saw Wang Yu?" when?"

After several questions, Lin Du's blood seemed to freeze, he couldn't remember but he could only bite the bullet: "Meng Ming, he died in Wang Juzi's room, and we found his body on, on New Year's Eve. Then... ..."

Pausing here, Lin Du's voice was trembling, but he still said very slowly: "I don't remember when I saw Meng Ming for the last time."

"That's good." Bu Qingyun raised his eyebrows, "Thank you."

Turning around abruptly, Bu Qingyun walked to the door with strides, and suddenly opened the door.

A bunch of yamen servants stood neatly in front of them, majestic and majestic.

Just now the speculation in the courtyard was verified, Bu Qingyun said with a blank expression: "I didn't kill anyone."

As if to confirm this sentence, Bu Qingyun straightened his bone awl, walked up to the head of the guard with his head held high, and said, "I'll go with you."

The eyes of the two were level, and their pupils were full of determination and openness.

He has no regrets.

The leading bodyguard, Ma Bu, looks majestic and majestic, without anger and prestige, he faces up to the magnanimity and fearlessness of young people, and he has become concerned after seeing too many criminal cases.

Holding the knife in one hand, he turned sideways and said, "Please come with me, my lord."

On the way to Kaifeng Mansion, Bu Qingyun asked for details.

Ma Bu answered one by one.

"How is Meng Ming's death?"

"Seal the throat with a knife."

"The time of death verified by the author."

"December twenty-sixth."

"Where is Wang Yu going?"

"We're looking too."

"Where was the last time Wang Yu appeared?"

"Ningxiang Pavilion."

"Wei——wu—" the killing power sticks hit the floor tiles intensively.

The chief judge is coming out.

Bu Qingyun knelt straight in the courtroom, raised his eyelids expressionlessly, and looked at the man in front of the desk in the courtroom.

The Governor of Kaifeng, Xue Wuyi.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-02-2716:55:06~2020-02-2817:30:13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 who threw mines: 1 Dazai chuya;

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