I am the poor scholar

After a good year, Bu Qingyun was quite self-deprecating as he did not expect to be able to visit the court on the third day.

Kaifeng Fufuya is the only place that has not penetrated the flavor of the year.

A pitch-black plaque hangs above the court, and the four gilt characters of "Upright and Bright" shine brightly.

The black-and-black embroidered python patterns set off his pale skin, and a sinister aura overflowed from him.

Xue Wuyi sat in front of the desk, slapped the gavel, and said loudly: "Quiet!"

The whole room was silent.

Kaifeng Mansion is the government office of the world, and the mix is ​​really good.

Bu Qingyun didn't panic in the face of danger, and he could still trust Xue Wuyi's character.

Thinking like this, Bu Qingyun raised his head fearlessly, waiting for Xue Wuyi to speak.

"Who is the last name under the hall?"

"Bu Qingyun."

After some routine inquiries, Xue Wuyi's face was serious, as if he had never met Bu Qingyun.

Of course, not only did the two have no friendship, but they had resentment.

"Xuan Liuyang, Lin Du."

Not long after, a dead body was placed on the court.

Bu Qingyun glanced out of the corner of his eye, there was a deep wound on his neck, the carotid artery was severed, his eyes were wide open, his face was confused, and he was killed by one blow.

Immediately, Bu Qingyun turned his eyes away.

"Big, big man."

Liu Yang and Lin Du knelt in the courtroom trembling.

Lin Du confided everything: "Meng Ming has been looking for Bu Qingyun to borrow money, but Bu Qingyun has always refused to borrow money."

Liu Yang: "Meng Ming has a gambling addiction. I have seen debt collectors block him several times to ask him to pay back the money. I remember that two days before Meng Ming's death, he seemed to have made a fortune, probably because he won the bet."

"Xiaomin has something to say." Bu Qingyun said loudly.

"Say." Xue Wuyi gave him a contemptuous look.

"Xiaomin was robbed by bandits some time ago, and the bank notes were missing when he came back."

The housekeeper who was looking for an adulterer brought well-trained thugs. Bu Qingyun can be sure that it is the family of officials.

Can't say it yet.

This hatred and grievance must be avenged by oneself.

Xue Wuyi narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "You mean, Meng Ming committed theft?"

"Yes." Bu Qingyun was decisive.

Bu Qingyun guessed that Wang Yu's corpse might have been exposed in the wilderness.

Maybe Meng Ming... was the butler who sent someone to kill him?

Not maybe, but definitely.

After some questioning, Bu Qingyun killed himself and went to Yugong Mountain to find friends after eleven days of disappearance.

Although Xue Wuyi said that he resented Bu Qingyun very much, he also knew how many pairs of eyes the governor of Kaifeng had.

Bu Qingyun, a scholar who has no strength to restrain a chicken, can only bury his head in reading, and is arrogant and arrogant, will never possess superb sword skills.

Xue Wuyi won't break the unjust, false and wrongly decided case, and gave another slap of the gavel: "Retire!"

As for Bu Qingyun's stolen silver bills, the deceased has passed away and has no family in Beijing, this really can only be...

I swallowed it.

Bu Qingyun thought silently.

If you don't have it, it's gone. Can't you make money?

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Bu Qingyun stood up slowly, brushed off the dust on his knees, watched the elder Qingtian who had a grudge with him leave, looked back and smiled at Liu Yanglindu: "I really didn't kill anyone."

The two people were ashamed, still knelt on the ground, clutching their clothes tightly, and lowered their heads, as if they wanted to find a crack in the ground at any time.

It was me who shamelessly asked Bu Qingyun for advice at the beginning, and now I am also the one who doubts Bu Qingyun.

Bu Qingyun curled his lips into a smile, sarcasm poured out of the corners of his eyes uncontrollably, and he strode away with his clothes in the wind.

very angry.

But after thinking about it deeply, Bu Qingyun immediately lost his temper.

What do you care about with people who don't believe in you?If you are too angry, it is still your own strength.

Fulai Inn, Bu Qingyun can't go back, he still owes something, and he will go back when he gets the money.

Bu Qingyun made some kind of stomach growl, standing in the bustling crowd, Bu Qingyun stopped.

The nasal cavity smelled a sweet scent, and Bu Qingyun looked over along the scent.

Pancakes, the dull color instantly becomes very attractive.

Swallowing saliva unconsciously.

It smells good.

So hungry.

He touched his pocket.

Ouch.

Penniless.

Bu Qingyun blinked, and his depression disappeared.

Try to search around again.

Ouch.

Really, penniless.

I can't afford to eat anymore.

"Young master, buy a pancake?" Xu Shibu Qingyun's eyes were too hungry, the man in front of the stall smiled, wrapped pancakes and said, "It's not expensive! It only costs one yuan!"

"This..." Bu Qingyun hesitated, his clear eyes rolled around, and he smiled, "Can I pay on credit?"

"Eh?" Bianjing's folk customs are extremely simple, the stall owner looked Bu Qingyun up and down, and suddenly said after a while, "Young master, you are a scholar!"

"No, no, no! I'll give it to you! You will be a high-ranking official in the future! If you visit here more, Xiaomin will be very happy!"

This scholar is very proud of his knowledge, and he is extremely comfortable being praised. He smiled and said: "Thank you, brother. When I have money, I will definitely come to eat often."

"Hahaha!"

Bu Qingyun ate pancakes slowly, wandering on the street, walking slowly.

Aimlessly.

Only now did Bu Qingyun, who spends money like water, understand the importance of money.

Well, no money is absolutely impossible.

After wandering around for a long time, Bu Qingyun calculated in his heart that those he knew didn't want to look for him, Brother Han didn't know when he would be able to arrive in Beijing, the money given by the old man was stolen, and he said that he hadn't sent a congratulatory letter to people for the New Year...

Trying to find a writing job, Bianjing Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon, there are many scholars with beautiful handwriting.

Write a letter to the family on behalf of the above reasons.

Lyrics?

This is fine.

Bu Qingyun raised his head at 45 degrees and looked at the Huoshaoyun in the sky.

The red sun is setting to the west, and the clouds are gradually burning.

It turned out to be sunset.

Where are you sleeping tonight?

There was a sense of desolation in my heart for no reason.

"Hey!" A voice like Yingying came from the top of the head, "Why don't you come in?"

Bu Qingyun followed the prestige, and it was Lianxiang from Ningxiang Hall.

The woman was half leaning against the window lattice, her black hair hanging like a waterfall hanging by her ears, she was charming and graceful: "Come up and play?"

Bu Qingyun had a flash of inspiration, his emotions fluctuated violently, and suddenly turned from sadness to joy: "Okay."

The four of them tried Mahjong and Pai Gow one by one.

Facts have proved that Fuji Tailai is a bit mysterious, and Bu Qingyun's luck is like a spirit possessed, and he rides the dust on the road of losing money.

"It's mushy!"

"My lord, do you want some money?" Xiyu laughed so hard that her flowers trembled wildly.

Mahjong and Pai Gow are still fun, Bu Qingyun relaxed a lot, but he was too frustrated, he held his chin and said: "Oh, I have no money."

I thought it would be extremely peaceful.

Bu Qingyun smiles sweetly most of the time, and his delicate face is nothing short of lovable.People are also kind and very pleasing.

At the moment of mourning, there is no girl who asks about the gambling money.

Lianxiang straightened her face: "Do you have relatives and friends in Beijing?"

There is a student taught by my grandfather.But the relationship is far away, and I don't know each other, so I can't have fun when I see it.

Bu Qingyun shook his head: "No."

Even if there is no money, it is not the end of the road.

Xiyu said: "Sir, why don't you sell some poems to our library?"

Playing and singing, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, there are always some young masters who like like-minded women.

Qin Lou and Chu Guan racked their brains to find what they liked, and each girl took a different route.

Some young men follow the elegant path.

"Xiyu is a good idea." Lianxiang said, "I believe in your literary talents."

"Eh." Qiaoer, who had been quiet all this time, played with the mahjong with her onion-like fingers, "Linglong dice and red beans."

Qiaoer is the elegant way to go.

With beautiful eyes looking forward, and a clever smile, her every move is graceful and graceful, and her lips flutter: "Young master, do you want to make money and save your life without worrying about food and drink, or do you want to walk chickens and dogs, walk birds and watch the moon?"

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