I am the poor scholar

Pay attention to observation, ask stories from the mouth of the storyteller, connect small things through imagination, and Bu Qingyun learns by himself without a teacher, and finally connects the known events together.

Integrating some of the things he had experienced, Bu Qingyun thought over and over again, suppressing the vague sense of shame in his heart, and deliberately wrote some pen and ink to smooth it out.

After all, even if it is written in the storybook, it can't be taken seriously, can it?

"Completed." Bu Qingyun took away the brush that was wandering on the paper, the ink was half dry, he rolled his eyes with a smile.

The handwriting on the paper is the most standard block letters, square and square.

As the protagonist of this book whose audience is girls, Xiao Yang has an unattainable status, countless enemies, and bumpy encounters.

The first encounter between the two protagonists happened when Xiao Yang was in distress.

It is easy to add icing on the cake, but it is difficult to send charcoal in the snow.

The warmth you get when you are in trouble is always unforgettable.

In her spare time, Yun Hua likes to walk in the mountains behind Longyan Temple. Yun Hua, who grew up in Qingfengyuan since she was a child, has developed an exquisite mind.

The traction of fate made him meet a dying man by chance. The kind-hearted Yun Hua, who lived in the dust, felt compassionate, and tore off his clothes and used them as bandages to help stop the bleeding.

At the moment of bandaging, he murmured: "It hurts a bit, just bear with it."

The voice that was as light as mist entered his ears, Xiao Yang struggled to lift his heavy eyelids, and seemed to be softened by the tenderness of the man's words for a moment, and only the blurred figure of the man in white was branded on his heart: "Who... are you?"

Why does it look so good?

"Me." Yun Hua kept moving his hands, and smiled, teasing, "It's the fairy who came to save you."

With such a serious injury, Xiao Yang's iron-blooded wrist in the court seemed to be weakened by the injury, and he really believed it: "You, cough, really?"

I really believe it.

"Huh?" Yun Hua kept moving his hands, with a smile that was not a smile, "Could it be that the young master has seen a fairy with his own eyes?"

"No, cough cough." His cheeks became hot for no reason.

"Zhuangzi was swimming on Haoliang, and he said, 'You are not me, but I know that I don't know the joy of fish?', today I want to ask you." The 16-year-old boy had peach eyes, and he seemed to melt The garden is full of spring scenery, like a banished fairy who has fallen into the mortal world, "You are not me, how can An Neng know that I am not a real fairy?"

Xiao Yang's heart suddenly seemed to be beating a big drum.

puff.

puff.

Beauty Township, Hero Tomb.

After a glimpse, he only remembered the misty white clothes, which have been lingering in Xiao Yang's dream for many days since then.

...to be continued.

-

Just when Bu Qingyun was writing story books in full swing in order to make money, there was a lot of trouble in the palace.

The people are immersed in the flavor of the new year, and the smoke of gunpowder above the court hall never stops. It is gratifying that the phantom-like flavor of the year lasts for three days.

Half a month passed in a blink of an eye.

In Prince Yan's Mansion on West Street, Xiao Yang had a rare leisure time, so he picked up his nephew who was in the palace and came to the mansion for dinner.

It was not an important occasion, so the two gathered in the side hall.

The meals prepared by the chef of Yanwangfu are exquisite and delicious, filling a table, including delicacies from south to north.

The fragrance is overflowing.

Xiao Yang and Xiao Jue sat opposite each other, they had been trained by the imperial court to be meticulous in etiquette, and they were carried out in every word and deed without eating or sleeping.

The guards and maidservants who stood beside him were conscientious, for fear of offending the two nobles if they were short of breath.

The breast-length skirted maid kneeled respectfully beside the little emperor, holding a golden basin or a tray with a silk handkerchief, trembling and half-bending, waiting for the two to finish their meal.

If it is normal, Xiao Yang ordered to remove these, he prefers to do it himself.

But the little emperor is here, and the etiquette cannot be broken.

After a long time, the silver chopsticks pointed to the nearby jade plate, and suddenly found that the delicacies were exhausted, Xiao Yang paused and put down the silver chopsticks.

Without waiting for Xiao Yang to make a move, his little nephew Xiao Jue also put down his chopsticks with a snap, the movement was quick and stiff.

The corners of the mouth on the small face seemed to be pulled out abruptly, and the smile on his face was uglier than crying: "Uncle Seventeen, I'm full."

Seeing him like this, Xiao Yang raised his thick eyebrows, and the unhappiness in his heart overflowed endlessly.

Logically speaking, Xiao Jue and Xiao Yang are uncles and nephews, they are closely related by blood, and he lost his mother and father since childhood, and was brought up by his little uncle, so they should be very close.

However, this timid and cowardly character not only did not inherit the shrewdness of the previous emperor, nor did it have the boldness of the Xiao family's royal family.

If it was an ordinary person, he might think that he was being abused by his uncle.

But my uncle, although he can't be said to be dedicated to everything, he didn't do anything wrong to abuse the child.

Xiao Yang, who was interested in asking the little emperor about his homework, lost his interest, turned to look at the two maidservants and said, "Serve A Jue."

"Yes."

"Thank you, thank you two sisters." The little emperor was white and tender, and his voice was as sweet as glutinous rice.

Xiao Yang's brows were frowned into deep Sichuan characters, and his displeasure was even worse. His tone was cold and harsh, and he taught: "You are the Son of Heaven."

It's only natural for servants to serve you.

"Yes, yes." The small body was still wearing a bright red padded coat, the emperor was still combing his horns, his white forehead was exposed, and mist filled the eyes that were as clear as elk.

It was the frightened and shrunken appearance that made the last trace of softness disappear from Xiao Yang's amber eyes, the waves gathered in his eyes, and the amber in his pupils swirled heavily, watching the child's cautious appearance.

It seems that because of this static gaze, the child's body gradually trembled greatly.

Xiao Yang's displeasure churned and then remained still, like a lake that was thrown into a stone and returned to calm.

When dealing with the only remaining relatives in the world, Xiao Yang was lenient: "What did the grand master teach you?"

"The prime minister taught me...err..." Zhitong grabbed the hem of his clothes with his small hands, his body convulsed unconsciously, and stumbled, "The Analects of Confucius, Zizhang No. 19."

"continue."

Xiao Yang half-closed his eyes, leaned back, and pretended to be listening attentively.

"I, I don't remember..." The little emperor buried his head deeply, and there was a faint sob.

The anger in my heart suddenly rose to the sky, and in contrast to it was the Shuoshuo cold wind in Xiao Yang's words: "Go back and learn."

"Okay, okay." The young boy promised.

Huo Ran pulled away the pear wood seat, made a harsh sound on the blue brick floor, and strode away like lightning, the hem of his clothes fluttering as if to show the owner's impatience.

"What are you still sitting there for?" Xiao Yang looked back, his sharp and handsome features had icy eyes that could stop a child from crying at night, "Go back to the palace."

The emperor, who was sitting numbly on the seat with his head drooping, trembled almost imperceptibly, and quickly jumped off the seat. He accidentally touched the leg of the chair, and his face turned pale. Afterwards, like a light on the back.

Children are extremely sensitive to the gazes of people around them, and almost immediately notice the cold gaze projected on their backs.

The toddler seemed to have been pressed the pause button, and as if his bones had been wound up like clockwork, he stood up stiffly, and met Xiao Yang's furrowed brows as soon as he raised his eyes.

Like a frightened rabbit, he wrung his hands and lowered his head fiercely.

The young emperor's cowardly nature of poking and moving caused Xiao Yang's eyes to stir like dark clouds, and some kind of thunder was brewing.

Xiao Yang suddenly slammed the door and went away: "Send Your Majesty back."

-

The two servants looked at the carriage carrying Xiao Jue heading towards the palace, their tense smiles disappeared immediately.

"Sigh, the little emperor has such a temper." He was too cowardly, even if he casually touched the flowers and plants in the palace, he would show the pitiful appearance of the sky falling.

"When do you think your lord..." Another servant glanced in the direction of the palace.

The building is imposing and imposing, and there are countless treasures, all of which are just to set off the most noble status in the world, the Ninth Five Supreme.

In the prosperous age, there has never been a shortage of people with a heart to speculate, who will be sitting on the dragon chair in the end?

The other boy opened his mouth, and was about to gossip with him, but a reprimand sounded in his ear: "What are you talking about?!"

Steward Wang!

The hearts of the two gossips were restrained, they placed their hands in front of their stomachs and bowed their heads respectfully: "Butler Wang, I will stop talking too much."

Steward Wang is more than seventy years old, but his body is very strong. He should have returned to his hometown to take care of his old age, but his family left cleanly, leaving only this lonely old man.

Because the prince missed the old days, he continued to work in the palace.

People have lived most of their lives, and many things can be seen clearly.

If the prince cared about that seat, he would have taken it long ago.

Will it really save Imakami's life?

It was also because of his insight that Steward Wang became even more angry. The prince seemed indifferent, but he actually had a good heart.

If these words are passed out, causing some misunderstandings about the prince today, what should we do?

Thinking about it deeply, Steward Wang became more and more anxious, and his beard trembled because of the breath coming out of his nose: "You guys can talk about the master's business if you don't know what to say? Withhold one month's salary."

"No, three months' salary will be withheld." Steward Wang was determined to make an example of others, "I'll talk about it later, just kick him out of the house."

"Wang..." The two were about to plead for love, but Wang Steward's face suddenly changed, which was extremely ugly.

The benign eyebrows and kind eyes turned ferocious, as if seeing some vicious person, the half-bowed waist was forced to straighten in an instant, and invisible anger surged all over his body.

The two of them turned back following Butler Wang's line of sight, their faces turning pale.

General Yasukuni rode up alone, and dismounted resolutely, with a thorny thorn wrapped around the general's arm.

The general had a thin body, but was still majestic in casual clothes, and his cheetah-like eyes shot over like lightning.

Deceiving too much!

"Close the door!" Steward Wang stepped across the threshold abruptly, with an aura that was not in line with his benevolent purpose, and said coldly, "Do not open the gate of Prince Yan's mansion to dogs."

The insults are blatant.

The guards guarding the gate were united with Butler Wang, and closed the heavy front gate with the speed of thunder.

Thirty days ago, General Yasukuni blatantly set fire to Yugong Mountain to kill King Yan, allowing the truth to spread.

Coupled with the moment of the state banquet, the absence of King Yan seemed to add fuel to the raging rumors, and the rumors intensified.

The officials in West Street have always been snobbish, and they send hypocritical greetings every day.

"Did the prince find it? Do you need us to allocate some people for you to help you find it?"

"..."

The Xue Mansion, which is the poorest on West Street, greeted the guests the most frequently, which directly caused Butler Wang to close the door and thank guests.

The prince is still alive!A bunch of weeds!

Until the day when Xiao Yang came back, all the things that had nothing to do with him disappeared without a trace.

The exotic flowers and plants, and the greetings were sent to Yan Wang's mansion like flowing water, and Wang Steward felt a sense of elation and elation.

Because of this, the servants of King Yan's Mansion were unanimously hostile to General Yasukuni from top to bottom.

It was this goddamn one who made our prince escape from death!

If it weren't for the laws of the country at the feet of the emperor, I am afraid that the servants who bought the servants would rush to scuffle when they met the general's mansion.

Now that the rightful lord has arrived, Steward Wang has no intention of giving him face.

Did Huo Jiangqing give Yan Wangfu some face?

Thinking of this, Steward Wang had a few lines of disdain on his face: "What are your intentions?"

General Huo Jiang, who had ordered troops on the battlefield, snorted coldly, raised his head high and said imposingly: "Where is King Yan?"

What do you want to do?

Isn't the assassination obvious?

The General's Mansion has a gold medal for avoiding death, maybe Huo Jiangqing really did this.

Ah.

That also requires him to have this ability.

Steward Wang squinted his eyes, and his cloudy pupils shone with contempt: "The palace never welcomes aliens."

Huo Jiangqing has no intention of arguing, what is he arguing with this servant?Lost his identity for nothing.

"If you don't open it, don't open it."

Steward Wang thought that he was going to face difficulties and retreat, but who knew that the person in front of him took a leap and stood on the wall of the palace in a blink of an eye!

"General, my lord, please go over there." Chu Cihe stood under the wall, raised his head and said, "The old man is getting old, and it is inevitable that he will feel wronged by the younger generation. Please look at the lord's face and don't care about the old man. .”

"If he hadn't stopped the general, how could the general care about him?"

"Tell me, where is King Yan?"

-

Xiao Yang met Huo Jiangqing in the study.

The tea is curled up, the morning dew is combined with the Longjing tea before the rain, and the precious tea is used to entertain boring guests.

Xiao Yang was sitting behind the table, and the superior and subordinates who used to conquer the battlefield were sitting opposite each other at this moment.

The two generals who had pushed back the barbarians finally sat at the negotiating table because of disagreement.

Huo Jiang underestimated Xiao Yang's treachery and chaos.

Xiao Yang thought Huo Jiangqing was extremely stupid.

It shouldn't be considered sitting, only Xiao Yang is sitting unilaterally.

Huo Jiang lightly kicked off the seat, stood in front of Xiao Yang with his head held high, and threw a letter onto the desk in front of Xiao Yang.

The letter brushed across the desk and stopped right in front of Xiao Yang.

The letter was opened, and the regular block letters were written in Xiao Yang's handwriting.

The callused fingertips pulled out the rice paper.

"Come on, let's talk about treachery and evil."

It was also because of that incident that Xiao Yang realized that in the eyes of this stupid general, he was an out-and-out traitor.

There was also a piece of paper, which was a letter that Xue Wuyi had left in Huo Yulin's hands.

"Snapped--"

The wattle was placed on the desk by Huo Jiangqing, and the shadow that fell from Huo Jiangqing covered Xiao Yang's body.

This slightly aggressive posture made Xiao Yang very uncomfortable, the corners of his eyes slightly raised, with a bit of contemptuous arrogance: "If you are guilty."

Xiao Yang pointed the wattle away with his finger: "You have to save some blood before leaving."

Let yourself get hurt, how could you let him go so easily?

General Huo answered lightly: "If you are rebellious, this general will beat you to death on the spot!"

The author has something to say: I saw that the cuties in the comment area wanted to read the storybook. The storybook in my mind is a bloody love story, which gathers all the bloody old articles I have ever read.

For example, wrong white moonlight, twins, love triangle, wrong room, little black house play (recite socialist core values ​​silently!) stalk, etc. When the vest of the scholar Qinghe falls off, I will try to write a Alone, hee hee.

—Beautiful dividing line—

Hey, there is something I need to tell everyone.

This article is going to enter V tomorrow, thank you for your support all the time, if you like it in the future, please continue to support it, muma~

As for the [-]D update, emmmm, I will work hard!

In short, one day it will definitely be tens of millions! (make a fist)

—Beautiful dividing line—

If you are interested, you can bookmark my follow-up article "Why Master Runs Away from Marriage" for fun?

Copywriting↓↓

The gods who are single for ten thousand years are very jealous of your love with Gu BuGui.

He is your master, and you are in love with each other, like glue, and love to torture dogs.

You are often surrounded by single dogs, and you are exuding the sour smell of love all the time.

Every fairy mentioned you are: rolling!Get away, faggot!

Inner OS: So sour.

Finally, you're ready to be a legal couple.

However, on the day of the union, your master respected him and escaped.

you:? ? ?

The agreed mountain has no edges, the sky and the earth are united, but dare to break with the king?

Master: If you go to your MD mountain without edges, the heaven and the earth will unite, so you dare to break with the king!Labor and capital don't pretend anymore!

"Early stage", little boy, "late stage", love brain, protagonist, apprentice (Duanxi) Gong x always irritable, "early stage", systematic, fake kaolin flower, "late stage", no system, through books, cannon fodder Master (Gu Buband) accepts

感谢在2020-03-0317:56:41~2020-03-0418:37:49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: 4 bottle of balcony gentleman;

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