I am the poor scholar

The suburbs are spacious, and Wang Yu runs wildly.

Bu Qingyun chased after him madly, shouting while running: "Wang Yu! Stop!"

At the same time, Bu Qingyun secretly made a decision in his heart, when this matter is settled, he must exercise!

A group of beggars chased after Bu Qingyun.There is an old man with a cane, and a child running happily with his feet wide open.

If there are people passing by, I am afraid they will be dumbfounded.

"Bu Qingyun! I didn't kill anyone!"

This ridiculous chasing battle ended when Bu Qingyun rushed forward and crushed Wang Yu to the ground.

While suppressing Wang Yu who was struggling frantically, Bu Qingyun quickly found a rope that had been prepared and tied Wang Yu's hands behind his back, and then tied the end of the rope to his own hands.

Bu Qingyun raised his rope-bound wrist in protest, and the rope swayed with his movements. He grinned and said, "I got it."

How can I care about the image at this time.

While pressing hard on Wang Yu's neck with his arms, with a few strands of black hair hanging by his ears, quite embarrassed, Bu Qingyun leaned down and sat straddling Wang Yu's body, grinning and said: "Tell me, Who was the person who kidnapped me that day?"

"I didn't kill people! I didn't kill people! I didn't kill people!" Wang Yu seemed to be delirious, and emphasized incoherently, "I didn't kill Meng Ming! I didn't kill people!"

He seemed to be hoarse, weeping blood, and the cold wind from the suburbs, the coolness spread from the soles of his feet, causing Bu Qingyun to have goose bumps.

Bu Qingyun picked his ears with his little finger, shrugged his shoulders, and the unexplained coolness went away. Bu Qingyun looked down at Wang Yu's panicked eyes, and slightly curled his lips: "I won't ask any more, Kaifeng will open tomorrow." The government knows for itself."

"Kaifeng Mansion?" The three thunderous words made Wang Yu's mind go blank, and he struggled violently with his hands and feet, "I didn't kill anyone! I don't want to die either!"

Wang Yu was still defending hoarsely, but Bu Qingyun's complexion gradually became solemn, and he still straddled Wang Yu's body, and Bu Qingyun looked around at the beggars who came up.

It's a bit tricky.

It turned out that when the two were arguing, the beggars formed a circle around Bu Qingyun and Wang Yu as the center.

These people looked greedy like wolves and tigers, and Bu Qingyun recalled the two strings of copper coins in the temple just now.

Lots of people.

Weak scholar.

Strong and weak.

Go back, must, must be strong.

Bu Qingyun smiled: "Can I hand over the copper coins and leave?"

It is not a loss to buy a Wang Yu with two strings of copper coins.

"Hey hey." The old man in the head smiled, "You have a bank note, it's just the New Year, and the old and the children haven't had a good meal."

Penniless, Bu Qingyun: "I only have two strings of copper coins."

It seems to have experienced the feeling of a poor man when he was robbed.

Must, must make money!

The shivering, weak and deceitful Bu Qingyun was ransacked, took his only man, Wang Yu, a thin underwear and a pair of big pants, and slipped into the city in desperation.

Misfortune never comes singly.

The gates of the city are closed, and the night is forbidden.

-

Lianxiang's face is full of spring breeze these few days, and she has been secretly taken over by Mr. Xue for several days in a row.

Lianxiang and Xiyu were knocking on melon seeds, half leaning on the railing, watching people coming and going on the street, shopkeepers negotiating prices with passers-by, girls picking rouge together at the rouge stall.

"Hey, it seems that the adult is good in bed." Xiyu joked.

"Sister, don't make fun of me." Lianxiang yawned lazily with her chin on her hands, "Everyone in our business is serving others, how can we be served by others."

"Well. It's early in the morning, why are you talking about this." Xiyu stroked the round fan, smiling, "Just be happy."

"By the way, why hasn't Mr. Bu come back?" Lianxiang stretched her head out, looking left and right at the pedestrians, "I just told him the whereabouts of a scholar, will it take so long?"

"Eh? Look!" Xiyu slammed her fan and pointed at a person on the street, half leaning her body to approach Lianxiang, "This is coming."

He giggled as he spoke.

Lianxiang looked at the place Xiyu was pointing at, and couldn't laugh or cry for a moment.

The man wearing a crudely made mask and holding a man in his coat was thin and vaguely familiar.

Isn't it Bu Qingyun?

The people around were pointing and pointing, Bu Qingyun held his head high, walked in the middle of the street with his head held high, whispering endlessly, but half of it was given to Wang Yu who appeared behind him.

"Isn't that Wang Juzi?"

"It's broad daylight."

"..."

"Who's ahead of him?"

Wang Juzi was forcibly stuffed with socks, and could only stare angrily. He could not speak, but his facial muscles were still convulsed. There was a bit of arrogance and embarrassment in his eyes, and he didn't know whether he was awake or not.

Go, go, go.

Cold, cold, cold.

The pace became more and more rapid, embarrassment leaked from the eyes, and the desire to cough was suppressed, and quickly flashed into the Ningxiang Pavilion.

"Why do you look like this?" Lianxiang had already stood guard in front of the Ningxiang Pavilion, handed Bu Qingyun a cup of wine, and put on a fluffy cloak for Bu Qingyun.

While tying the ribbon, he winked at the waiter who had been waiting in front of him for a long time to get Wang Yu away.

"That's..." The wine drove away the chill from Bu Qingyun's body, and he turned his head away when he heard the movement.

"That's the yamen servant of Kaifeng Mansion, don't worry about it."

"Huh?" Bu Qingyun rubbed his hands coldly, his mind froze for a moment, "Why are they here?"

"Hmm." After a while, Bu Qingyun came to his senses.

Dare Xue Wuyi just wait for him to find Wang Yu back and enjoy the success?

Be careful, remember that incident!

Waiting for Bu Qingyun to recover, he sat around a table with those girls who played well.

"I've decided, I want to write a storybook!"

Without money, it is absolutely impossible!

-

At night, in the most modest mansion on West Street, the candles in Xue's study were not extinguished, and a silhouette of a figure appeared on the window screen.

"My lord, it's time to rest." The old butler who has taken care of Xue Wuyi for more than 20 years reminded him.

Xue Wuyi's skin as white as cold jade was covered with a little warmth, and it seemed that his eyes were focused on the scroll in his hand, but Xue Wuyi's thoughts had drifted to what Wang Yu confessed today.

In today's court, Wang Yu pretended to be crazy and foolish, and after a slap in the face, he confided the whole story.

"All I know is that he is Steward Fang. He is tall and thin. He is about forty years old. He wears good materials and brings a lot of thugs..."

The butler surnamed Fang is tall, thin, old, and there are many clues.

The pen sharply turned, and the smooth five large characters gradually showed the whole picture on the white paper.

General Yasukuni.

Huo Jiang is light.

After a while, Xue Wuyi seemed to have made up his mind, found the most expensive rice paper, and wrote down what Wang Yu explained on the rice paper stroke by stroke.

The stepwife of the general's mansion has vicious thoughts, and together with Fang Yan of your mansion, wants to tarnish the reputation of her stepdaughter, I hope everyone knows.

"Uncle Liang." Xue Wuyi put it in the envelope, and said solemnly, "Tomorrow you find a servant, pretend to be a beggar, and deliver this letter to the general."

"understood."

However, no one knew that the next day, the letter came into the hands of Huo Yulin, the eldest lady of the General's Mansion by accident.

-

Qiao'er is a girl with a wide range of connections and a sweet mouth. Among the benefactors she receives, one is the young master of Luming's study.

After Qiaoer's matchmaking and Bu Qingyun's research on eating, drinking and playing, the two got together inexplicably.

When Qiaoer informed Bu Qingyun of her intention to come, the young master's interest gradually faded, and he sighed that people's hearts were not old. Fame and fortune blinded the eyes of the scholar, and he even wanted to link literary talent with money.

It made Bu Qingyun laugh frequently.

After the Shaodong's family went to the soft jade and Wenxiang to seek comfort for a few hours, Shi Shiran chatted with Bu Qingyun.

Bu Qingyun had a sweet pear dimple on the corner of his mouth, watching the young master opposite him return to the look of a tired son and brother.

"Where are you from?"

"Changsha people."

"Hey, from my hometown." The young master leaned on Qiao'er's shoulder like a boneless man, letting Qiao'er rub his shoulders for him, and finally got up from Xiang's shoulder after hearing this, "What's your name? What will you do?" What? Which school did you inherit from? Has anyone read the things written?"

Bu Qingyun, who was sitting in front of the pear blossom wooden table, answered from the first one: "Bu Qingyun."

"What?"

There was an exclamation in the ear, and the face of Shaodong's family suddenly magnified and appeared in front of his eyes, so close that he could see clearly inside his nostrils.

It's really unsightly.

Bu Qingyun spread his fan in front of the two, a thin layer of paper blocked the breath between the two.

He said: "Young master knows me?"