I am the poor scholar

Just when Bu Qingyun thought that this person would not answer, Shaodong's family spoke up.

"I have admired you for a long time." The Shaodong family suddenly turned serious, and their boneless body was straightened. "I heard that Xie Yuan in Changsha this time is Xiongtai. Yuan read Xiongtai's article, Xiongtai has the ambition of Lingyun, and Wang Zuozhi is talented." , The mere trifles are left to Brother Yu."

Dare to love this or his fanboy?

Bu Qingyun couldn't help but feel a little complacent, and even his eyebrows and eyes became clear: "Thank you, Young Master."

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With the trust of the young owner of Luming Study, Bu Qingyun has a connection.

"Brother, you can figure it out slowly, brother Yu is waiting for you at any time." Shaodong's family sent a white note to Bu Qingyun, "This is the address of brother Yu."

"Thank you, Young Master, I will definitely return these banknotes in full."

With the generous donation from the young master, Bu Qingyun issued an IOU, and the money was much more generous.

Writing a storybook requires a good attitude.

Bu Qingyun's competitiveness seems to be vividly reflected in the writing of the book.

"Look at other scripts first."

Bu Qingyun collected many scripts, read them in the room, and finally figured out how to arrange the plot, and that kind of thing called routines.

However, after looking around, Bu Qingyun found a problem: "It's the same, nothing new."

It's so boring!

The kind that makes people sick to see too much!

With an idea, Bu Qingyun remembered what he had heard in the teahouse.

"Let's just write a Longyang script." The bold Bu Qingyun's eyes lit up, and a curious plot emerged in his mind.

After playing mahjong in the Ningxiang Pavilion, Bu Qingyun tried it himself again, and came to Qingfengyuan to observe a thing called "Xiaohuan".

In order to write that brain hole, Bu Qingyun learned a lot in some related books.

Look at the Longyang Erotic Palace, and look at the Longyang Atlas which is not widely circulated on the market.

After baptism, Bu Qingyun learned two basic knowledge, Da Huan is at the top, and Xiao Huan is at the bottom.

When making circles and crosses, it relies on... um, be more elegant, buttocks.

Qingfengyuan is more elegant and remote than Ningxiang Pavilion, but it is more delicately decorated.

It is dominated by azure blue tones, with a mixture of men and women, although men account for a greater proportion.

The man who greeted Bu Qingyun had an elegant demeanor, and he was holding a jade tree facing the wind, as if he was a son from a wealthy family: "Your Excellency, do you like it?"

Kind of like a madam.

Bu Qingyun looked at this wing room, it only looked beautiful and delicate on the outside.

But when you walk in, you feel that looking outside is just a glimpse of the leopard, not enough to see its grandeur and luxury.

The luminous pearls are inlaid on the wall, and the bricks and tiles smell fragrant, as if mixed with spices.

Bu Qingyun thought of the Jiaofang Palace of the queens of the Han Dynasty.The flowers of the pepper tree are used to make a powder for painting, which has a long-lasting fragrance and can prevent moths.

Trading flesh and blood, I am afraid that the profit for a year, the whole brothel in Bianjing can't match it.

"I just came to listen to a tune." Bu Qingyun was generous, dressed in a cotton padded jacket, and dressed up after the young master in Beijing, as if he had returned to the previous extravagance in an instant, "Which tune is the best among you here?" It sounds good, just find it for me."

No, it was even worse than before, it could be called a waste.

This is the dress that Miss Lianxiang made for him.

"Young master, wait a moment."

The melody is melodious, like a blue bird singing crisply, or like a small spring gurgling.

Bu Qingyun praised this man's intelligence.

"Wupeng Ballad".

Southern ditties.

Bu Qingyun, who had no musical attainments, yawned lazily, and suddenly thought of King Yan while waiting.

Master Jingyi's marriage followed like a shadow, and Bu Qingyun sipped tea.

Longjing before the rain, accompanied by morning dew.

Bu Qingyun took a sip and immediately shifted his attention, feeling his own poverty for the first time.

Not only now, but also before.

The sweet morning dew, a cup of tea, plus this thoughtful service, this ability to win people's eyes.

Comfortable, thoughtful, just like being in a fairyland.

You don't have to open your mouth to be seen by others.

Bu Qingyun, who had never had the concept of money, got an arrow in his heart, and seemed to be vaguely aware of his own poverty.

Nothing.

Sooner or later you will become rich.

The scholar who is not doing business properly is full of self-confidence.

"Hey." After the angina pectoris, Bu Qingyun was overwhelmed by his self-confidence, calmly said, "Don't talk about Xiaoquer, tell me about the benefactors you have received."

The tune stops suddenly.

The handsome man smiled comfortably like a spring breeze: "My lord, we don't share any information about our guests here, including names, hobbies, etc. If you want, Mu Feng can tell you other stories."

So thorough.

Bu Qingyun smiled sweeter: "May I ask you some secret things?"

"We have no privacy here."

That's all.

It's really that these young ladies in Qingfengyuan are too calm and relaxed, Bu Qingyun unconsciously considers and wants to be more tactful: "Usually do you take the initiative or someone else takes the initiative?"

The question was too explicit, and it was about bed matters, Bu Qingyun's ears felt a little hot.

Arrogant young people, that matter is held by the elders, and those who have been exposed to sexual matters are also nocturnal or erotic palace pictures, and the rest... cough cough.

"My lord, you don't need to say anything." A very understanding young man, "Do you want to ask Mu Feng if he is Da Huan or Xiao Huan?"

Thinking of Long Yang and thinking of marriage, Bu Qingyun took a deep breath and suppressed the words of the magic stick, and listened attentively to Mu Feng's words: "It depends on what you mean, young master."

Sigh again thoughtfully.

The implication is that everything is fine.

Looking at Mu Feng's appearance up and down, Yushu is tall and straight, wearing blue clothes, with a calm and composed appearance, walking on the street in Wei and Jin Dynasties may reproduce the incident of throwing fruit carts.

In an instant, all the ideas in my mind were overthrown, and I suddenly felt that Xiao Huan was not as feminine as I imagined.

Bu Qingyun laughed again: "Then do people here do more big joys or small joys?"

The question was indeed much clearer.

Mu Feng finally gave Bu Qingyun a strange look: "Of course it's Xiao Huanduo. Those who can come here are not wealthy, how can they be reconciled with that little arrogance..."

Click till.

"What does Xiao Huanduo look like?" Bu Qingyun asked in an unclear manner.

Bu Qingyun took a fancy to the Longyang script, although it is not widely circulated, it is of high value, so it is natural to make it perfect.

But Mu Feng was able to understand what Bu Qingyun meant.

"However a man is, so is Xiaohuan. Whatever is smiling, so is Xiaohuan." Mu Feng smiled very well, "Young Master seems to be a bit more innocent."

Thinking of this, Mu Feng suddenly remembered something, and added with hanging eyes: "But there are thousands of human natures, just listen to me, my lord."

"I see." Bu Qingyun nodded thoughtfully.

Mu Feng lowered his eyes anxiously, his slender fingers flicked on the string again.

What is this guest... going to do?

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Qingfengyuan gave way to Qingyun and gained knowledge happily, as if some of the previous imaginations were subverted invisibly.

Bu Qingyun was sitting in front of the food stall, stirring the wontons in the bowl with a spoon: "Sir, I already treated you to a bowl of wontons, can you tell me a story?"

The gentleman who used to be a storyteller in a teahouse stroked his beard: "Xiao Bu, you also know that I don't know the identity of that person, so I can only tell you some details."

"Okay." Bu Qingyun smiled.

It's okay, as long as I know the identity of that person.

The author has something to say: I found the one in "Wupeng Ballad" on the Internet (laughing and crying) because the name sounds good, so I brought it here (put your hands together)

Hey, the script will be written soon!

感谢在2020-03-0217:06:31~2020-03-0317:56:41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: 3 bottles of her little tail; 2 bottles of Gong Fei; 1 bottle of Kaifeng Zinan;

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