I am the poor scholar

Letting the unconscious Bu Qingyun fall on the bluestone bricks, the villain—Xiao Yang seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, and suddenly coughed violently.

A white square handkerchief was pressed against his lips, and spots of blood dripped down.

Throwing away the white square handkerchief, Xiao Yang bowed his head, blood dripped from his hanging arms.

tick.

tick.

Sensible and cold eyes swept over the complicated black gilt brocade clothes on her body, Xiao Yangying raised her eyebrows, it was too cumbersome.

He tore off the black and gold outer shirt casually, staring at the hole in the waist and abdomen traversed by the long sword.

Suddenly his pale lips were bitten tightly, and he tore his outer shirt into several strips forcefully, sweat dripped from Xiao Yang's tough lines, and he couldn't suppress a muffled groan.

Beads of blood soaked the cloth.

Sweat dripped from Xiao Yang's sharp eyebrows and eyes, beads of sweat gathered together along his skin and entered his collar.

The temples are slightly wet, the black hair is slightly messy, and the golden crown that binds the hair is missing.

It was extremely embarrassing for His Royal Highness King Yan, who was aloof.

A person who has always been proud has no time to fix his appearance. One can imagine the pain this person is enduring.

With his thick eyebrows furrowed tightly, Xiao Yang lowered his head and skillfully bandaged to stop the bleeding.

First the arms, then the waist...

In the blink of an eye, a quarter of an hour passed, and after the wound was healed, Xiao Yang's forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Xiao Yang's facial features tend to be cold and hard, but his eyelashes are slender and soft, with beads of sweat rolling.

Looking down, Xiao Yang looked down at Bu Qingyun who had fainted on the ground.

The man fell on his back, but the place where he fell happened to be free of gravel, so his body didn't suffer.

Thinking about this man's performance just now, Xiao Yang narrowed his long and narrow phoenix eyes.

It's a little clever.

During the time when Chu Cifeng was away, it was barely usable.

-

Bu Qingyun woke up on the floor of the meditation room.

With his hands on the floor, Bu Qingyun slowly sat up.

"Hiss—" The aching back of the neck reminded Bu Qingyun of what happened today, raised his hand and rubbed the back of his neck, and suddenly remembered the unknown villain, Bu Qingyun raised his eyes suddenly.

It was only at this moment that he realized that his eyes were tied up with a black belt, and when he was about to raise his hand to take off the belt, Bu Qingyun's movements were stopped by his cool voice.

"Please do me a favor."

……

"Huh?" Bu Qingyun's movements stopped, and his mouth was faster than his heart, "Why?"

There was silence for a while, and there was only the sound of gangsters or coughing in the meditation room.

At the moment when the cough stopped, Xiao Yang half-raised his eyelids, Bu Qingyun's smooth lips were reflected in his amber pupils.

This man is clearly born smart.

Xiao Yang said: "I will save your life."

The veins in the palm of Bu Qingyun's clenched fist twitched suddenly, and the resentment that was resisted by the blade reappeared this afternoon, and reason and anger set off a tug-of-war.

If this person hadn't stopped him, where would the talk of saving lives come from? !

Bu Qingyun's breathing became disordered and his chest heaved under his clothes in anger, but his rationality told Bu Qingyun that this person was right.

After so many times, Bu Qingyun said lightly: "I think if you don't stop me, those people may not notice me at all."

"Heh." Bu Qingyun heard the man snort, and said indifferently, "You can try to go out."

The words were obviously plain, but in Bu Qingyun's ears, there was a sense of threat for no reason.

Is it a gift before a soldier?

Bu Qingyun is bold but also sensible, the identity of the other party is unknown, and the "life-saving grace" is not groundless, so why refuse it pointlessly.

The bitterness in the air was mixed with fishy sweetness, he put down his hand to remove the strap, took a few deep breaths to suppress the resentment in his heart, and tried his best to remember that this man saved his life.

After a while, Liwo appeared again, and he said, "What do you want me to do for you?"

Even his tone became calmer.

The villain Xiao Yang was leaning against the wall, and under the faint light of the candle, he leaned his head back against the wall.

Eyeballs looked down at Bu Qingyun and said: "Find medicine, boil medicine, bind eyes."

In the latter, he made clear his mentality of not wanting to be discovered.

His Highness King Yan has always been careful.

This time, I went to Jiangning without telling the officials in Kyoto. The less people know, the better.Even if you haven't seen King Yan's skin, you still have to guard against it.

Bu Qingyun, who was threatened silently, said: "Is there any thank you gift?"

This scholar is really very bold.

The villain seemed to have never met anyone who dared to bargain, and lowered his voice to pretend to be fierce: "I have no choice without you."

Then there was a violent cough, and Bu Qingyun rolled his eyes that were bound, so did he come to do free work?

-

Bu Qingyun, a white worker, had no choice but to postpone the date of leaving Jiming Temple.

The reasons are all there.

The distinguished guest Bu Qingyun had a good friend who was suffering from wind and cold. There were no tiles above, no place to stand on, and no houses nearby, so he borrowed the meditation room of Jiming Temple to rest.

Bu Qingyun was worried and wanted to take care of him.

The above are all reasons for Bu Qingyun to stay in Jiming Temple, look for medicine, and boil medicine for himself.

-

Bu Qingyun lost interest in watching the temple.

Foreboding that he will "serve" a man in the next few days, or a man who has held hostage and saved his life, Bu Qingyun is upset.

The temple is full of Amitabha Buddhas, which made Bu Qingyun, who doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, feel a headache when he hears it, comparing the two, so Bu Qingyun went to Master Jingyi to relieve his boredom.

The two careless people sat on the ground again.

The master is still eclectic, while drinking wine eagerly, he still remembers the matter of marriage: "How is it, have you met someone you like?"

"It's a pity." Bu Qingyun smiled harmlessly, and he still gritted his teeth a little bit, and his next sentence was even more decisive than that of Master Jingyi back then, "I didn't meet you."

As he spoke, he snatched the jug from the master, drank it once, and drank it again.

With flushed cheeks, Bu Qingyun gritted his teeth: "I have encountered a disaster, no, it is a benefactor."

The word "benefactor" was deliberately emphasized, but the expression on the face made this statement unconvincing.

Master Jingyi looked at Bu Qingyun's ferocious and tangled expression, stretched out his hand and snatched the flagon back, shook the flagon, um, there was still half of it.

He suddenly raised his head and poured it down, selectively ignoring the "benefactor" behind him, he chewed his flesh and said, "Hmph, good trouble, you are also a small trouble, the two of you are harming each other, you are eliminating harm for the people."

"He's a scourge." Bu Qingyun's eye muscles twitched, and he retorted, "I'm not."

"I heard that you met a good friend by chance? Is it your 'scourge'?" The master narrowed his eyes with a smile, "No, benefactor."

Bu Qingyun's breathing was steep, this handsome scholar was not in a good mood today, the corners of his mouth were raised and his white teeth were exposed, and he said inexplicably a bit coldly: "Yes, my scourge, benefactor, and good friend, is sick."

"I'm sick, that's not good, what medicine do you need? I'll find it for you."

"Huh?" Bu Qingyun's pent-up resentment subsided by half, and he said in amazement, "Master, do you still have medicine here?"

Instantly realized that the question was meaningless, Bu Qingyun smiled again and said, "Thank you very much."

Thinking about the herb the man wanted, Bu Qingyun said: "Sanqi, dried blood, safflower..."

They are all herbs for healing wounds.

Master Jingyi flashed his eyes, stood up with support on the ground, clapped his hands to get rid of the dust on his hands: "Wait, I'll get it for you."

"Thank you, Master."

-

That night, with the moon shining brightly, Bu Qingyun took a cup of medicine and handed it to the gangster, and then sat on the twig.

A layer of black tape was covered in front of his eyes, and Bu Qingyun was bored, when a cold voice suddenly sounded in the Zen room: "Drinking is strictly prohibited."

It's the tone of command.

The anger in Bu Qingyun's heart came out again, and he felt that this person was really at odds with him by nature.

Sitting on the twig, he retorted calmly, "It's not hindering you."

The villain couldn't hold back his beak, and his voice was deep: "It smells uncomfortable."

Bu Qingyun was silent, only felt the pain in his temple, how arrogant.

It's so hard to serve.

The gangster said it well, and it smelled bad.

So the next day, Bu Qingyun went to Master Jingyi to sit on the ground and drank a glass of wine.

No more, no less, just enough for Bu Qingyun to reek of alcohol when he spoke.

As soon as you get close to someone, the smell of alcohol enters their nostrils.

The gangster's tone was cold: "I said, don't drink."

Bu Qingyun's dimples were shallow, and since he met this benefactor, his mood has never been happier.

Even the tone of the conversation became a lot more relaxed: "It's just a cup."

"Only one glass."

"Hungry."

In short, it is dead nature.

When Bu Qingyun persisted in making trouble for the gangster, the gangster finally stared at Bu Qingyun's cute face, and said with a cold snort: "It's up to you."

Bu Qingyun's cheerful mood at the beginning turned out to be a little unhappy because of the gangster's compromise.

Sure enough, it's more enjoyable to find him unhappy.

It's been a tough day.

In the blink of an eye, Bu Qingyun, who was going to rest only one day at Jiming Temple, occupied the Zen room of Jiming Temple for nine days.

Under Bu Qingyun's careful care, the gangster's friend no longer coughed, and the wound that opened from time to time at the beginning no longer oozes blood.

But this villain still has no intention of leaving.

Bu Qingyun diligently "repays the favor", occasionally talks to the benefactor, and makes the benefactor unhappy again and again, but also roughly understands the benefactor's temper.

The benefactor was able to get out of bed and walk around yesterday, and it seems that the injury is mostly healed.

The faint sunlight coated Bu Qingyun's outline, making his outline softer.

With his eyes closed, he pushed open the door of the meditation room, and Bu Qingyun took out the tape to bind his eyes familiarly.

The material is opaque, top-grade Shu brocade, black in color, rare in the world.

The edge has peeled off gold thread due to rough tearing, and the pattern cannot be seen.

From the rough tearing, it can be seen that the wearer does not cherish it.

Either you don't know the goods, or there are so many plainclothes in Shu brocade that you don't need to care.

Moreover, Bu Qingyun was born with keen facial features, and during the past few days of "serving", he always smelled a strange fragrance.

Unheard of.

Not to mention that he knows all the spices like the back of his hand, but out of interest, Bu Qingyun knows the spices used by nobles like the back of his hand.

Based on various circumstances, Dang even judged——

Alien tribute.

Black Shu brocade, tribute from foreign barbarians, young man, with a high-spirited tone.

Ouch.

Even if Bu Qingyun is confined to Changsha and obsessed with imperial examinations, he will not dare to be ignorant of the current situation.

The little emperor was young, and his age was not right.

The only man who can afford to wear black Shu brocade and doesn't cherish it is His Royal Highness the King of Yan.

His Royal Highness King Yan made it clear that he didn't want to find out his identity, so Bu Qingyun pretended to be deaf and dumb.

As for the reason why King Yan traveled all the way to Jiangning, Bu Qingyun lowered his eyelids.

If you are curious, you can't ask directly.

Bu Qingyun took a deep breath, took the medicine jar and said, "Drink the medicine."

After a few days of getting along, the pent-up anger in Bu Qingyun's heart has almost disappeared, as long as he doesn't talk to His Highness King Yan, his tone is very peaceful.

However, after a long time, the echoes in the meditation room fell silent, and there was still no one to answer.

Bu Qingyun stayed where he was, and slowly raised his eyebrows.

A thought came to mind, Bu Qingyun's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes, covered by black belts, lit up instantly.

He tentatively asked, "How is your wound?"

There is only the sound of the wind blowing through the plain tent in the meditation room.

Bu Qingyun approached slowly, skillfully placed the medicine jar on the table, put his fingers lightly on the strap that bound his eyes, and made a movement of tearing off the strap.

No one stopped.

The next moment, Bu Qingyun pulled off the belt suddenly, and walked around again. Since Bu Qingyun discovered the identity of King Yan, he put down the boulder hanging in his heart and suddenly lifted it up.

There was no one in the meditation room.

The gangster friend who would have been leaning against the wall and gesticulating was nowhere to be found.

Everything is neat and tidy, as if no one has ever been here.

It would be nice if you left.

If those people find out...

Because he is a noble master, Bu Qingyun still has to worry about it, after all, it is about Guozuo.

Undecided, Bu Qingyun frowned, and with sharp eyes found a small stack of banknotes placed on the low table on the bed, pressed by the teacup.

There is a faint guess in my heart.

Bu Qingyun strode forward, stretched out his hand towards the bank note, and suddenly saw the white paper on the top of the bank note, with a sharp block letter on it——

Leave.

This square word gave way to Bu Qingyun's tense body just now, and suddenly relaxed.

"The distinguished benefactor has finally left."

With a happy heart and deeper pear dimples on his face, Bu Qingyun crumpled up the white paper and threw it into the wastebasket. He was not polite and put the bank note in his sleeve.

This dramatic episode finally came to an end, apart from anything else, he bid farewell to Master Jingyi's magic stick, Bu Qingyun left Jiming Temple, and went to Jiangning Mansion smoothly, ready to go to his friend Han Yuming's appointment.

Thinking of the sentence that Master Jingyi winked: "I'm sure your marriage has come, you get along very well."

Thinking of Master Jingyi's words before he left, "Remember to invite me to a wedding wine", Bu Qingyun's face darkened for a moment, and he took out the bank note to listen to a little song.

The magic stick said that King Yan and the man are still married to me?

Bu Qingyun smiled slightly.

Big lie.

ridiculous!

The author has something to say: Hahaha, this is a knowledgeable and bold scholar

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