I am the poor scholar

"Huh?" Bu Qingyun smiled and rolled his eyes, "Money, of course, the more the better."

It can not only make money to improve living standards, but also eat, drink and play as they please.

How good.

"Master is really an honest man." Qiao'er covered her lips and smiled lightly.

I feel closer to Bu Qingyun in my heart, people come and go in the Jinjin Grotto, literati, poets, princes and grandsons gather together.

The most ironic thing is that those literati and inkmen wish to express their lofty morality by writing on paper and sticking their foreheads to express their nobility and regard money as dung.

"Miss Qiao'er, what can you do?" Bu Qingyun supported his sip, sipped the tea, smacked his lips, it was slightly bitter, but there was a hint of sweetness.

Biluochun.

It is the tea that Bu Qingyun drinks most often.

Qiaoer's eyes rolled, and she was playing with the square mahjong in her hand, adding a bit of agility: "Young master. Let me tell you, I have some friendship with a dozen or so young masters. The sisters in their family love to watch It’s just some folk tales.”

Qiaoer's eyes turned to Lianxiang: "Sister Lianxiang also keeps a box of scripts."

"Qiaoer!" Lianxiang blushed and said angrily.

"Hmm." Bu Qingyun rested his fan on his chin, awakening the dreamer with his words.

Or enlightenment.

Bu Qingyun thought to himself.

Wherever I have been, the best-selling bookstores are those lingering love stories.

I watched a lot, from the beginning I got goosebumps all over my body, to the last expressionless, I said indifferently: "Oh."

But I have to say, it seems that those friends in the school and so on, all the sisters at home love to watch it.

Never tire of watching.

Thinking of this, Bu Qingyun was a little moved.

Imagine the sad love you have seen in your mind.

A lady from the official family sponsored a poor scholar to go to Beijing to catch up for the exam.

The scholar promised: "When I become famous, I promise you a prosperous life."

Unfortunately, the scholar's name fell to Sun Shan, and he could not return it unless he entered the top three.

The young lady wanted to wait for her lover, but who would have waited for a marriage contract, she jumped into the Wujiang River in order to keep her virginity, and died!

Alas!

stop!stop stop!

There was an electric current passing through his body, which aroused a familiar goosebump, and Bu Qingyun still remembered that he complained at the beginning.

Since I like it, I might as well bring it to the capital together.Could it be that the young lady endured the pain of lovesickness and couldn't bear to be displaced?

Do I have to write this sad love?

The goosebumps didn't go down once, and the next one came up again.

Bu Qingyun thought: "The books that circulate in the market are nothing more than oiran scholars, young lady scholars, knight-errant ladies, prince-ladies..."

"And Chen Shimei." Lianxiang said abruptly.

"No no." Bu Qingyun squinted at her, "Do you like to watch it?"

Which girl doesn't like being treated like jewels and treasures, and Bu Qingyun doesn't comment on the heartbreaker that Chen Shimei said.

"I don't like it." The three looked at each other and said in unison.

The four chatted, and gradually only Lianxiang and Bu Qingyun were left in the room.

The two chatted around the sandalwood round table.

Lianxiang read the storybooks extensively, and had a good chat with Bu Qingyun who was about to write the storybook.

Bu Qingyun is really a person who is good at chatting, and it is also comfortable to chat with.

cuckoo-

An embarrassing sound interrupted the conversation between the two, and Bu Qingyun waved his fan embarrassingly and said, "I'm hungry. Sisters, do you have anything to eat?"

"What's your name sister!" Lianxiang gave him a blank look, took a piece of pastry from her hand and stuffed it into Bu Qingyun's mouth, "Eat well, I will trouble you to live in a temple outside the city at night."

"Huh?" Bu Qingyun pretended to be obedient, "Sisters won't take me in?"

"Hold in?" Lianxiang smiled sweetly, "No, my lover is still coming."

"Sister is so cruel."

It was only now that Lianxiang discovered that the mouth of this decrepit Mr. Bu was really sweet, and he also gave birth to a fair face.

"Hee hee hee."

Lianxiang laughed so hard that her flowers trembled, she sat on the table and leaned over to put her index finger on Bu Qingyun's lips.

It was still like dozens of days, the first time the two were so close.

Bu Qingyun seemed to have an electric current running through his spine, but because of the contact with the opposite sex, the initial numbness passed, and Bu Qingyun moved forward slightly provocatively.

The white fingers did not retreat at all.

Who is afraid that the reputation will not be achieved?

The breathing between the two is intertwined, and an ambiguous atmosphere breeds.

Lianxiang spoke when there was only an inch left to touch their foreheads.

"For the sake of your sweet mouth, my sister will tell you a secret. Once upon a time, there was a homeless Mr. Wang Yu, who shared food with beggars in the temples in the suburbs. It was really miserable and satisfying."

Is he not dead yet?

Doubts flashed by, and Bu Qingyun suddenly found the loophole in his previous guess.

Wang Yu's body was never found!

Do you want to hide the body after killing someone? !

The heat sprayed in the ears, Bu Qingyun's eyes were bright, and he took the initiative to distance himself and said: "Thank you for letting me know."

"Tsk." Lianxiang hesitated to speak, she was on the verge of crying, "When you need something from me, you call me elder sister, and when you have used it, you call me young girl. Bu Lang is so ruthless."

Tsk, there are quite a lot of dramas.

"My sister is too unreasonable to make trouble." Bu Qingyun packed his things, wrapped a few pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes in a handkerchief, and bowed decently, "Xiaosheng will leave on her own, and my sister will stay alone in the empty boudoir."

"Tut tsk tsk." When the door was covered, Lianxiang found a handkerchief to wipe away the tears that didn't exist in the corner of her eyes, "Xue Lang told people that he was beating around the bush. Man! It's really ink."

-

When we arrived at Lingyan Temple outside the city, the sky was getting dark.

Lingyan Temple is an abandoned temple.

The red lacquer of the enshrined gods and Buddhas has peeled off, and spider webs are all over the place, but the tributes are fresh. Presumably some people couldn't see them and came to offer them spontaneously.

Bianjing in the third year of junior high school was still cold and windy. Bu Qingyun hid behind the statue, which could not only avoid the wind and cold, but also spy on the temple.

At this moment, the moon is in the middle of the sky, and the watery moonlight pours in from the outside.

There are shadows appearing at the gate of the temple, in groups.

Bu Qingyun raised his eyes and saw a group of beggars came in from the outside, taking tributes casually and chewing on them.They pulled off the tattered red curtain to cover their bodies. Everyone was covered with the same red curtain, their clothes were torn, and they looked miserable.

All the people's faces were pitch-black, and under the moonlight, they almost merged into one, and their clothes were exactly the same tattered.

Looking for it like this, I can't find it at all.

Bu Qingyun frowned, glanced roughly at the figures of these people, and walked out from behind the statue, with the wind blowing past his eyes, he jumped down.

The sound of jumping down alarmed the beggar.

"Who are you!" All the beggars stood up in a rustle, close together, wary of this unfamiliar man.

Bu Qingyun smiled: "I want to inquire about someone."

As long as these people cooperate, and based on Lianxiang's information, there is a high probability of finding Wang Yu.

"Why do you just look for it!" The old man pushed forward by everyone pushed his stick forward and said, "We don't care about you, get out! This is our territory!"

"I'll be paid." Bu Qingyun took out two strings of copper coins from his pocket.

This is definitely the least amount of money Bu Qingyun has given out so far, which is equivalent to a small amount of money.

I still borrowed it from Lianxiang.

The petty money in Bu Qingyun's eyes is the daily income of these beggars.

All the beggars were red-eyed, and someone kept pushing and shoving the old man: "Go up and grab it!"

The old man was pushed forward and staggered forward. In a blink of an eye, he knocked those people's heads with his cane: "Push! Why push! If there is a fraud!"

"No cheating. I'm really just asking someone." Bu Qingyun said in a good voice, "Wash your face clean, I want to see it."

Washing the face is to let them wash away the black face of disguise.

At that time, it is easy to view.

There seemed to be commotion in the group of beggars, and Bu Qingyun's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he swept across the crowd with all kinds of strange postures.

Borrowing the moonlight, the corner of his eyes glanced at the figure of the person trying to cross the threshold!

Wang Yu!

Bu Qingyun ran up suddenly and shouted loudly: "Wang Yu!"

The man paused for a moment, then spread his legs and ran away in an instant.

Bu Qingyun immediately chased him out.

"Grandpa, what shall we... do?" Someone shrank his head.

The old man called Grandpa gritted his teeth, and hit their heads with a cane again: "Chasing! Can you still make the money fly away?!"