I am the poor scholar

In the end, only the person concerned knew about the conversation in the study of King Yan's Mansion.

The most talked about thing is that after Huo Jiangqing came out of the palace, the thorns on his back were bleeding.

Everyone who saw this scene felt a chill in their hearts. The general wouldn't be really crazy and beat the prince up, right? !

However, the housekeeper of the palace smiled all over his face, and told everyone another fact.

The prince is well!

It couldn't be better!

He also personally ordered someone to whip the general with thorns!

Very popular!

Even though he is in good health, the prince's mood is clouded.

Meng Zhe, the prime minister and Taifu who is indifferent to world affairs.

It's really a good hand.

-

Bu Qingyun smiled happily recently, the capital chain was renewed, and the most perfect thing was another letter from Changsha County.

A stack of banknotes.

Coupled with the rewards he got for selling the storybooks in recent days, the comfort of life has not only improved to a higher level.

Occasionally go to Qingfengyuan to learn more, or play cards and play mahjong with others. If you are really bored and turn out the sage books and memorize them, how can you live a happy life?

Under the suggestion of Lianxiang and the others, the script was named "Overbearing Prince and Pretty Langjun", which is concise and clear.

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell whose name Xiao Yang came from. Unexpectedly, King Yan, who is famous for his fierceness, has a good image among the people.

People chatter.

"Take a bit of a girl's signature. You are also going to take the imperial examination, so don't let people recognize it."

With a wave of his hand, Bu Qingyun found a master engraver to customize a seal.

"Girl Qinghe".

Very girly.

As for the sale process?

At first, the first meeting between Xiao Yang and Yun Hua was spread to see the reaction, and the response was expected to be good.

People blatantly dislike the hobby of Duanxiu Longyang, but it is rare that they have a soft spot for this kind of script, and the sales volume is getting higher and higher day by day.

But this kind of story is originally aimed at the female family members of the official family, and the audience is also female family members.

Bu Qingyun once thought curiously.

Why do women like this kind of thing?

What if men and women have the same brain circuits?

Bu Qingyun thought to no avail, so he threw himself into the battle of sweeping the top ten restaurants in Bianjing.

Bianjing is really a good place, it can be called a fairyland on earth.

The delicacies that Bu Qingyun once coveted in the book are all collected in the top ten restaurants in Bianjing, and he is generous enough to invite many friends to taste the delicacies together.

When the money was exhausted, Bu Qingyun took the time to write a few more pages under the urging of the young master's family.

I have to praise the industrious and intelligent people in Daliang. People always come up with many business strategies when they are idle. Luming Study created the words "serial" and "update".

Bu Qingyun, who was supposed to update regularly, fell in love with Shaodong's family and became the only one in Luming's study who didn't need to update regularly.

Provide Bu Qingyun with a good play time.

In the blink of an eye, it was the middle of the first month of the lunar calendar, and there was a well-told story in Wangchun Restaurant.

A little mysterious.

From the end of the new year, every day at the top of the sky, there is always a beautiful woman who comes to Wangchun Restaurant with a pipa in her arms. She wears a red dress like a burning flame, does not chat with the guests, does not make eye contact with the guests, and lowers her eyebrows. Shouxin plays the strings by hand, either tactfully, smoothly, or sonorously.

Take the reward and leave.

The most amazing thing is that no one knows her origin or name.

Even if you look for it deliberately on the street, the color of the flaming morning glow will quickly dissipate in the streets and alleys, as if disappearing out of thin air.

Back and forth, people used their imagination to fabricate the girl's origin and name.

"The girl named Hong Hong was originally the top card of the Ningxiang Pavilion, but who knew that she was cheated of her heart and money by a heartless man, so she had to go out to perform."

It is said that there are noses and eyes.

The madam of Ningxiang Pavilion said: "It's not that I don't have it, don't talk nonsense! If I have her, why don't I confess her?"

Not to mention, thanks to this girl, Wangchun Restaurant has become famous far and wide, ranking from the bottom of the top ten restaurants to the first.

Everyone loves beauty.

What's more, she is a mysterious beauty who can't see the end of the dragon.

Bu Qingyun came here admiringly, and sat in the most spacious private room on the second floor, and opened the veil to see the central table.

He lived a very luxurious life.

Thanks for the script.

Thank you Shaodong.

Thank you Luming Study.

There are no empty seats in the restaurant, and the hall is full of noise, and there can be faintly heard——

"Which evildoer is it! Such a beautiful girl is betrayed!"

"That's it!"

"Dingling——dingling—" the bell sounded.

This is the tacit understanding of everyone, the signal of Hong Hong's arrival.

Honghong is here.

Bu Qingyun's eyes were bright, he sat up straight and looked down through the handrail on the second floor.

The red dress is like a rosy glow, and it sets off against the beautiful face, which can be said to be like a flower and a jade.The only thing that can be amazing is a little bit of cinnabar at the corners of the eyes, which is smeared into the appearance of clouds, like smoke and mist, adding a touch of moving.

That's all.

There was a moment of loss in my heart.

It is said that she is a beautiful woman.

I thought it could be compared to Concubine Xiziming.

But he cheered up immediately, spread his folding fan to cover half of his face, and told the waiter next to him, "Come on a moonlit night on the spring river."

This is another great innovation of smart merchants.

You can order songs for money.

Bu Qingyun adapted well.

"Okay, sir, wait a moment."

Bu Qingyun watched the girl's bare hands lightly raised, lightly closed and slowly twisted, wiped and picked again, with skillful skills, it was also pleasing to watch.

With his chin half-supported, Bu Qingyun half-closed his eyes, quietly listening to the tune flowing from the woman's fingertips.

There seemed to be slightly turbulent sea water, a bright moon hanging in the sky, and a shattered piece of moonlight falling on the sea.

"It's really good." Bu Qingyun deliberately gave an extra ingot of silver.

Even if he was down and out, his problem of being extravagant still hasn't changed.

Ideals are always better than reality.

Accompanied by Qu Bi, Bu Qingyun suddenly stood up.

The imaginary Honghong is still an ideal forever.

Just at the moment when Bu Qingyun stepped out of Wangchun Restaurant, the sound of the pipa fell silently.

Full applause.

"Dingling——dingling—" was the voice of the woman about to leave.

As soon as Bu Qingyun turned his head, he saw the woman on the stage get up suddenly, without saying a word, nodded lightly, and left gracefully.

"Hey hey hey! Get out of the way!" His shoulder was suddenly pushed hard, Bu Qingyun staggered backward due to inertia, suddenly looked up and saw a man with a fat head and big ears, who looked like a foolish son of a landlord's family. feel.

Behind the fat man with big ears led a group of people came over aggressively.

The buddies of Wangchun Restaurant came forward to greet them, and they all got the same treatment as Bu Qingyun.

The crowd dispersed.

The people behind the silly son all carry knives.

From the corner of Bu Qingyun's eyes, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a patrol with a knife, and the boots that were about to step in suddenly stopped.

At the feet of the emperor, there is still the law of the country.

The silly son said arrogantly: "Little lady, come home with me, I will guarantee you delicious food and spicy food!"

Hong Hong ignored him, and still walked towards the restaurant.

"you--"

"stop!"

The patrol captain shouted together with his silly son.

Hong Hong crossed the threshold unimpeded, and nodded slightly to Bu Qingyun before leaving.

Bu Qingyun suddenly became interested in her.

It's interesting that this woman doesn't change her face when she faces a stupid son.

Curiosity is curiosity, but this girl made it clear that she didn't want to talk to her, and Bu Qingyun wouldn't put a hot face on someone's cold ass.

The time was spent in having fun, Bu Qingyun was not very competent as a scholar, finally someone approached Bu Qingyun's newly rented courtyard.

"Dongli, is this what you did in Bianjing?" Han Yuming came as expected, but the things he paid attention to were quite jaw-dropping.

Why would the words that have been circulated among the women's families have gone to Han Yuming's hands!

A beautifully bound book was placed on the desk in front of Bu Qingyun.

"The Domineering Prince and the Pretty Man".

Bu Qingyun Taishan collapsed in front of him, but his smile didn't change, and he said without thinking: "Brother Han, have you seen what's inside?"

The story of this story is about the broken sleeve, and the characters alluded to...

Bu Qingyun knew Han Yuming better.

This person is a person who lives in a frame.

The morals of the world hate Longyang, and Han Yuming hates Duanxiu together with the morals of the world.

If there is something good about Long Yang in private among friends, Han Yuming may have to talk about it, the harmony of yin and yang is the right way, and the sea of ​​suffering has no limit to return to the shore.

In short, Han Yuming is a well-behaved person, so well-behaved that a strand of hair curls up, and he has to iron it down.

But he is also a gentleman, so Bu Qingyun gets along well with him.

If he knew who this Longyang script was based on, he might have to talk about it for a while.

Thinking of Han Yuming's full of words about the way of a gentleman, he will analyze the pros and cons of this matter for you in a gentle and methodical manner...

Then you have to argue again.

And then back to his way of a gentleman...

Unconsciously, his spine straightened, he took a sip of tea, and slightly raised his eyelids to look in Han Yuming's direction.

Seeing his smiling face, he was still gentle, but he didn't realize it.

Strictly abide by the etiquette of a gentleman, Xu Shi feels that miscellaneous books are unsightly.

I can't help but breathe a sigh of relief, it's great that I don't have to come and discuss the way of a gentleman with Brother Han.

Bu Qingyun laughed and said, "Brother Han, I was short of money a while ago, so I wrote this myself."

Han Yuming's persuasion was also gentle: "Then did you review your homework in Beijing?"

of course not.

Bu Qingyun was quite conceited, his eyes brightened and said: "No need to study, just memorize it by heart."

"You." Han Yuming sighed helplessly, "I don't force you, just live it every day."

Bu Dongli is a man who is really born to read, coupled with his photographic memory, he has the capital of pride.

There is no need to look over.

Bu Qingyun thought conceitedly.

"Brother Han." After a few steps, Qingyun suddenly remembered about Hong Hong, "Tomorrow I will take you to Wangchun Restaurant, there is a person with good musical skills."

Sure enough, Han Yuming, who loves melody, suddenly brightened his eyes: "What's wrong? Is there a master who is proficient in melody?"

Bu Qingyun folded his fan to cover half of his cheeks, only showing his handsome eyebrows and eyes, which is his favorite action to make a fool of himself: "I'm going tomorrow, brother Han will naturally know."

It's still the private room on the second floor. It's rare that it has been red for dozens of days, but it didn't come over at noon.

Han Yuming felt regretful, and even softened his eyebrows and eyes: "I don't know what happened to that master."

Bu Qingyun laughed heartlessly: "Maybe there is something wrong, or just like the rumors, he rushed to Yuyu with the wind."

The residences of the two are completely different from each other, and they bid farewell to each other.

Bianjing is always lively.

When passing the teahouse, Bu Qingyun paused slightly, and saw the familiar carriage again.

He couldn't help laughing, there were so many people talking, and that young master didn't know what he was thinking, but every time he arranged for the storyteller to tell a specious love story with King Yan.

It did appear to have a good effect.

Everyone has the heart of gossip.

The lingering story of Yan Wang and his lover became people's after-dinner chats from time to time, and as time passed, it seemed that Yan Wang had become a man who lost his children and grandchildren and wanted to give him a man's title.

Yan Wang did not stop it, as if it was tacit agreement.

Or they didn't find out at all, and the people in the Yan Palace didn't take it seriously.

Could it be possible that a young lady from a family background can really climb up to the position of princess?

Thinking about the time spent with King Yan, that arrogant and poisonous man, Bu Qingyun waved his fan cheerfully: "I'm afraid it's the latter."

"What are you talking about?" A familiar voice suddenly rang in my ears.

Bu Qingyun was shocked suddenly, and suddenly he raised his eyelids and saw the familiar sharp face.

Every detail has been carved with the utmost care.

Bu Qingyun was surprised for a moment, then regained his composure, and greeted with a smile: "Brother Xiao, what a coincidence."

His eyes flicked across Xiao Yang quickly. He had long hair and high tufts, narrow sleeves and strong clothes, and a slender figure.

His demeanor was as arrogant as ever.

Could it be that he came to the teahouse to see who is spreading rumors?

Bu Qingyun's thoughts turned quickly, he was praying for that beautiful and likable son in his mind, when he heard Xiao Yang say: "Do you often go to Wangchun Restaurant?"

Thoughts stopped.

Sure enough, His Royal Highness King Yan didn't care about these things at all.

"Yeah, I go there often these days." Because of a very interesting girl, "Didn't you say that fried jelly is good last time? I found one, and it's pretty good. Do you want to eat it?"

Bu Qingyun walked forward while talking.

Xiao Yang said in the same place: "I don't want to eat."

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong?" Bu Qingyun stood abruptly on the spot, turned his head and smiled, "What happened, is there anything I can do to help?"

He asked very sincerely, sincerely looking forward to helping this savior who is under one man and above ten thousand people.

The amber eyes of the savior were looking at him, not the usual sneer, but a touching indifference.

Bu Qingyun was very happy: "Tell me, maybe I can help."

Bu Qingyun's sincere gratitude was obviously not worth mentioning in front of Xiao Yang. Even if Xiao Yang didn't show it on his face, how could a scholar who thought he was powerless in his heart help catch that assassin?

I'm afraid it can only provide information.

So with the attitude of being able to obtain information, Xiao Yang asked: "Is there a woman?"

This question is fresh.

It's not that women are forbidden to enter the restaurant.

After thinking about it, Bu Qingyun tried his best to provide him with the information he knew: "There is a woman in red, everyone calls her Honghong."

Bu Qingyun searched for the woman's appearance in his mind, and a bright red cloud suddenly slipped in front of his eyes, and Bu Qingyun's eyes burst into a bright light: "The corners of her eyes are all smeared with cinnabar."

Xiao Yang's eyes tightened immediately, he stepped forward and approached Bu Qingyun and said, "What else?"

The assassin had tattoos under both eyes.

slave.

All of this has to be traced back to the fact that the steward in charge of the servants of King Yan's mansion, who saw the beauty and took advantage of the money, sent a girl of unknown origin to the mansion.

That girl was considered safe at first, and slowly climbed to the status of a big girl.

After becoming a big girl, she gradually got acquainted with other managers.

After getting acquainted, they learned of Xiao Yang's whereabouts.

Knowing Xiao Yang's whereabouts, this girl could bear her temper, and if she did, she instilled in the other girls "The prince once saved me, and there is no repayment for saving my life. I just want to be a cow and a horse for him for the rest of my life".

During the conversation, there was a lot of admiration for Xiao Yangzang that could not be hidden.

The maids talked badly and said it to their friends, and they said it to their colleagues as a joke.

Rumors were rampant, and everyone seemed to think that that big girl loved the prince very much.

At some point, someone spread the word again: "Our prince is already 22, and it's time to find someone in his room."

"Yes, yes, what should I do if I suffocate, I live like an ascetic."

In most people's minds, men and women are normal, and the beautiful Chu Ciyun who likes to be a monster is only taken in by the prince for Chu Cifeng's sake, which is not counted.

Therefore, everyone tried their best to send the eldest girl to Xiao Yang's side.

"Sister Honghong, help me give this to the prince?"

"Sister Honghong, this is the incense burner for the prince's room."

"..."

Because Xiao Yang was busy with official duties, and there were maidservants around him, he didn't pay attention.

What really caught his attention and made him suspicious was that Chu Ciyun was acting like a demon again.

thump--

The big girl fell into the water, struggling desperately, trying to surface, but there seemed to be countless hands pulling her under the water, clamoring to sink down.

The body is struggling desperately, and the countless hands are also pulling desperately.

The superficial and beautiful man said: "You are worthy of liking the prince!"

Xiao Yang ordered the guards around him to rescue the woman, and punished Chu Ciyun with three years of salary deduction.

Amid Chu Cihe's distorted screams, Xiao Yang saw the woman's face clearly.

Pretty.

That's it.

Immediately, Xiao Yang found that beautiful face painted with cloud-like cinnabar, often dangling in front of his eyes.

He remembered the stories he had heard from his concubine when he was young.

He vaguely remembered that if it was normal, he should feel sorry for her, and then accept her as his concubine?

Xiao Yang immediately sneered in his heart.

Could it be that I had a dream that I shouldn't have?

If it's not that he doesn't like women, he might really want to take a concubine for her for fun.

No man will keep a woman away from him because of his overtures. It has nothing to do with vanity, but he is tired of making this arrangement.

This woman is not worthy for him to spare a word, a single thought or even a little time.

Reality slapped Xiao Yang's face.

That woman is a skilled assassin!

Thinking of the time after he dealt with that old man Meng Zhe, this woman who seemed to admire him sent others away, offered a cup of tea with anesthetic, and drew out a knife blade to cut his throat.

Xiao Yang couldn't help sneering: "Could it be that Dezhen is a model."

If he hadn't noticed something strange and threw away the teacup, he might be decapitated right now.

Femme heart.

Insidious and cunning.

Just like his own emperor's wife, the late Empress Dezhen.

Closer to home.

Qingyun smiled at Xiao Yang's questioning, walked to the teahouse and said, "I invite you to drink a cup of tea, think slowly."

Xiao Yang frowned as he watched the young man walk into the teahouse. He always liked to make quick decisions to cut off dangers. The young man's slow-moving appearance made Xiao Yang feel that he was a bit unreliable.

"No need." He suddenly turned around.

Many people have been to Wangchun Restaurant.

Turning around suddenly, he saw Xiao Yang's relentless back, Bu Qingyun tilted his head and thought again and again, before he was about to enter the teahouse to drink tea and think slowly, it seems that His Royal Highness Yan Wang is a little anxious.

Thinking of this, Bu Qingyun smiled indifferently.

With his ability, he should be able to collect them all.

Thinking about it this way, Bu Qingyun stepped into the teahouse's boots, and the voice of the storyteller amidst the noise in the building was extremely penetrating: "Let's say that Mr. Yunhuan..."

Walk in as if nothing had happened, listen to stories every day, and enrich yourself.

-

The curfew in Bianjing City exists in name only, and the only thing that is implemented is the closing time of the city gate.

The night market made the vendors ecstatic, and Bu Qingyun didn't like to stay in the house, so he walked slowly on the street freely.

The lanterns were lit up one by one, and the children were playing. Bu Qingyun was holding a lantern and was going to walk around the moat to put a river lantern.

No wishes.

But since it's here, give it a try.

Approaching the familiar alley, only the lantern in his hand is emitting light.

Bu Qingyun couldn't help but think of the housekeeper he met in this alley, who is he?

A bright and dazzling light flashed quickly in the corner of his eyes, and Bu Qingyun dexterously dodged and turned around to dodge.

After returning from Yugong Mountain, he learned his lesson and exercised every day.

Spreading the folding fan, looking at the familiar red clothes, Bu Qingyun smiled slightly and said: "Hong Hong, I gave you several ingots of silver."

There was a faint streamer in Xing's eyes, and he walked past the woman's appearance with the warm light from the street.

The rough sackcloth was wrapped tightly, and the red glow at the corners of her eyes had long since faded, replaced by a tattoo of the word "slave".

Bu Qingyun seemed to understand something in an instant, even though he used an egg to hit a stone against a reckless warrior, it should be more than enough to deal with a weak woman.

Pressing his thumb on the bump on the fan end, a thick and sharp silver needle protruded out: "Girl, do I have any trouble with you?"

This girl seems to know a little bit of martial arts.

"Bah!" Hong Hong spoke, disgusted to the extreme, "You have something to do with Lord Dog, and you have a grudge against me!"

"Really." Bu Qingyun smiled calmly.

"I found it." The voice that seemed to be frozen for thousands of miles came from the alley, unhurried and low-pitched, and it was a bit magnetic when you listened carefully.

"Lord Dog!" Hong Hong scolded, jumped up quickly and stabbed Bu Qingyun with a knife!

His body softened suddenly, and he knelt down with a bang.

It seems that taking the drug with you is also useful, but the effect is a bit slower.

Bu Qingyun watched the woman fall on the ground with a smile, and his thoughts of pity for the fragrance and jade dissipated at the same time. This kind of fragrance and jade should not be pityed, maybe one day it will be overshadowed by the soft and fragrant nephrite.

The forces in Bianjing City are intricate, but the one with the most extensive influence is King Yan.

At this moment, Bu Qingyun was even more curious about His Royal Highness King Yan who fell in front of him inexplicably, and he slowly raised his head.

The men at the entrance of the alley were wearing the most ordinary clothes, which could hardly conceal their nobility.

Bu Qingyun stared at the man's face, hoping to catch any interesting expression.

However, no.

Seeing Xiao Yang's cold expression, Bu Qingyun turned his head indifferently and said to Chu Cihe behind him: "I'll leave her to you."

Seeing nothing interesting, Bu Qingyun made a grimace on his own.

Facts have proved that His Highness King Yan doesn't care about losing his vest.

It may be that the vest will fall off sooner or later, it's just a matter of time.

After giving instructions, Xiao Yang suddenly saw a grimace out of the corner of his head when he turned his head. An unprovoked smile emerged from his heart, and he didn't know why.

Maybe this scholar who has read sage books is too naive?

"You go back." Because of the momentary softening of mentality, even Xiao Yang's words were not so repulsive.

Getting a little bit of softening from the unsmiling and venomous King Yan's tone, Bu Qingyun felt that he should be ecstatic like a pie being thrown on the top of his head: "Okay."

-

Hong Hong was not treated like a study room, and was locked in an underground cell by two iron chains.

The underground prison is dark and damp all the year round, and it has been closed for a long time since the late Emperor passed away and the government was in the hands of King Yan.

When cockroaches, mice, and fleas saw living people all of a sudden, it was as if they had discovered a new continent and came to watch the living people in groups. If you are a little interested, you can jump on it twice.

Even those dirty animals know who to mess with and who not to mess with. Standing on the dry weeds, Xiao Yang shot at Hong Hong with his scrutinizing eyes: "Who are you?"

silence.

"Speak!" The man standing next to Hong Hong didn't understand that women are made of water, so he slapped her across the face.

"Oh." There was a hint of sarcasm from the corners of the red eyes, and the pale lips fluttered, "Dog thing."

Xiao Yang stared at the messy woman, his heart was calm.

Let her insult her, her figure is arrogant, and her eyes are mocking like looking at ants.

Only King Yan doesn't want to know, there is nothing King Yan can't know.

After a long time, Chu Cihe handed a piece of paper to Xiao Yang.

Holding the thin paper with his fingers, Xiao Yang scanned it at a glance.

Suddenly pursed his lips and said: "Take it out and ask the imperial doctor."

The paper fluttered down.

The black and white words swayed in the wind and fell quietly on the haystack.

Ye Hongyu.

Ye Yao, the previous county magistrate of Tong County, was imprisoned for corruption of ink and was eventually hanged in prison.

His only daughter, Ye Hongyu, fled after being sold to a wealthy family.

Tong County is the hometown of Meng Zhe.

And the Meng family, over there, are local snakes.

A strong dragon can't overwhelm a local snake.

-

The spring of the fifth year of Tianxi began on the ninth day of the second lunar month.

The son of Changsha is on the top of the sky, shines in the spring, beats all the talents, and wins the leader.

After the palace examination, he was handpicked by the seven-year-old emperor as the number one scholar.

No matter who appointed the number one scholar, Bu Qingyun suddenly became the hottest figure in Bianjing.

For a while, the scenery is the same, and the scenery is so good.

Tanhua is also an acquaintance of Bu Qingyun.

Han Yuming.

The second place is a more moderate man.

The spring breeze is proud of the horseshoe disease, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day.

The street was bustling with people, and two rows of guards stood respectfully on both sides of the street. The number one scholar riding a tall horse wore a black gauze cap, a bright red robe, and a plain silver belt around his waist.

The handsome face was made fairer by the bright red color, the corners of the mouth had a cute curve, and the almond eyes narrowed into crescent moons, which showed the good mood of Zhuangyuan Lang.

Sitting in the private room of Wangchun Restaurant, Xiao Yang and Xiao Jue watched the most beautiful moment of this young man.

"Uncle Seventeen..." The young emperor still looked submissive, making people frown just looking at him.

It's rare for Xiao Yang to be a good minister in the world, so he doesn't have the usual irritated state of mind. He pointed his slender fingers at the man who was parading the horse through the street.

"This is the wise minister I found for you."

The young man was proud, naive, and naive, with an inexplicable and unobtrusive kindness, and the most profound knowledge at this age.

It is far from being comparable to the king of Yan who is in power now.

King Yan is suitable for conquering the battlefield.

Today's Daliang, the world is peaceful, but there are also hidden dangers that cannot be ignored.

For example, the emperor is cowardly and cowardly when he competes for fame and fortune in the officialdom.

Bu Qingyun, he must be suitable for governing the country.

This is King Yan's expectation for his virtuous ministers.

Bu Qingyun has always been sensitive to gaze, when he raised his head, he unexpectedly saw the man looking at him from the window above the restaurant.

That man is so handsome.

Bu Qingyun is never stingy in showing kindness, nor is he stingy in releasing smiles.

What's more, it's a big happy event now, so he rolled his eyes with a smile, the shallow pear holes made the smile sweeter, and the corners of his mouth were a little exaggerated, revealing his neat white teeth.

Among the embroidered handkerchiefs scattered all over the sky from the attic by the window, the young man suddenly raised his head and smiled.

puff-

Xiao Yang's heart skipped a beat.

Looking down from a height, those white teeth are very eye-catching.

Obviously just watching from a distance, Xiao Yang suddenly felt like laughing.

So his face softened slightly. 0.2.2.3.

So silly.

Everyone talks and laughs without showing their teeth.

In this world, how can there be a scholar smiling so much that his teeth are showing?

-

The Luming Banquet is even more grand than before, and it can be called today's prosperous age.

Held in the Qiankun Hall of the Imperial Palace, all officials and Jinshi who have been admitted to the imperial examination are entertained, and princes of aristocratic families can also attend.

Bu Qingyun was toasted one by one.

At first he still had the consciousness of not being able to drink, and he still remembered secretly drinking a little to pour half of it, which made the sleeves of the big red robe smell of alcohol.

Later, under the influence of drunkenness in the whole room, I slowly let go of the drink, and all comers are welcome.

There are not so many rules in the Lu Ming Banquet, everyone celebrates together.It's the same even if the emperor came, not to mention that the emperor didn't come, and the powerful King Yan didn't know where to go.

When Han Yuming suddenly heard the exclamation "Brother Step", he turned his head and saw that the drunkenness that had just woken up quickly dissipated.

Dongli's drinking capacity was only as small as sesame mung beans, and he was poured down at the Lu Ming Banquet!

Han Yuming's drinking capacity is average, but he is much better than Bu Qingyun. He slowly walked over, pushed away the people surrounding Bu Qingyun and said, "Brother Dongli doesn't drink very well, please forgive me."

"Okay, okay!" People responded one after another, and then filled the second place and third place.

Just after the new round of drinking was over, Han Yuming turned his head, his eyes stared blankly.

What about Dongli?Where did you go?

Anyone who is familiar with Bu Qingyun knows that Bu Qingyun is not good at drinking.

However, few people know that when Bu Qingyun is drunk, he likes to drink water very much, wants to drink water very much, and needs to drink a lot of water.

If you don't give him water or hangover soup for a long time, he will run to find water on his weak legs with parched mouth and tongue.

"It's delicious (thirsty)." With the help of the little eunuch, Bu Qingyun went to find water to drink.

So thirsty.

To drink water.

Why is there no water yet?

To drink water.

"Hey, Mr. Bu, what exactly are you looking for?" Driven crazy by Bu Qingyun's inarticulate voice, the little eunuch almost cried out.

"Master Bu, where are you going?"

"Delicious." Bu Qingyun repeated.

"My lord, you drank too much, I will take you back to the palace."

"No." Bu Qingyun refused, staring blankly at the man coming from a distance, the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, as if his legs and feet were filled with strength, he strode forward.

He took off the black gauze hat on his head, and the belt badge representing the number one scholar on his waist, and flung it like a show off: "Look! Mine! Back then you, hiccup—give me a letter saying that you were the number one scholar, Now I hiccup too—”

Bu Qingyun hiccupped several times in a row, and at the end the smile on his face suddenly widened, full of complacency: "No. [-] scholar!"

Bu Qingyun should be proud of winning the first prize at his current age.

"Childish." Xue Wuyi's eyes flicked from the gold medal to Bu Qingyun's big red robe, his eyes were flat, and he remembered something after a while, and he raised his lips and said, "You want to fight for this just to get angry with me." Champion?"

Once Xue Wuyi passed through Changsha County and was invited to the government office by the county magistrate Bu.

The last line of the poem during the banquet is "I can't make a dream if I pick all the cold lights."

At that time, Bu Qingyun laughed and said: "This is a sleepy person. Grandpa, do you really like this person's talent?"

Arrogant.

With literary talent, he dares to despise others.

It's his own territory again, so arrogant and arrogant.

In order to rub off his vigor and arrogance, after Xue Wuyi won the first prize in high school, he sent a letter to Feige: "The sleepy bug won the first prize."

Unexpectedly, Bu Qingyun laughed suddenly and took a few steps back.

Drunkard, drunkard.

A real, delirious alcoholic.

"Yes, so what!"

What responded to him was Xue Wuyi's two words: "Childish."

Rely on talent and pride.

Using the court hall as a playground, I am afraid that the court hall can be like the back garden of your own home, come and go whenever you want?

Xue Wuyi thought that his conscience was still alive, so he slightly raised his eyelids and said: "I advise you to restrain your arrogance, and don't set yourself on fire. Learned, humble."

"That's all."

Xue Wuyi passed by Bu Qingyun, but Bu Qingyun didn't stop him.

He lifted his drunken eyes slightly, and the almond eyes shimmered, and he really had beautiful eyes.

He looked back at the little eunuch, and finally expressed his meaning in words: "Is there any water?"

The little eunuch wept with joy: "Yes, yes, yes!"

Finally understood what this guy meant!

It turned out to be water!

Bu Qingyun was supported, and slowly walked towards the Qiankun Hall with limp legs and feet.

When passing the water tank prepared for emergency at the gate of the palace, Bu Qingyun stared blankly at the water surface.

water?

have water?

have water!

With a flash in front of his eyes, Bu Qingyun didn't know where the strength came from, and suddenly broke free from the little eunuch's hand, and plunged into the water tank.

A sense of suffocation swept over, and Bu Qingyun's wrist supporting the edge of the water tank suddenly seemed to have an electric current passing by, and with a plop, his whole body plunged into the water tank!

"Master Bu!" The little eunuch over there was dumbfounded.

A hand stretched out from the side, wrapped around Bu Qingyun's waist, and pulled upwards, the wet Bu Qingyun was immediately rescued.

A series of movements were like flowing clouds and flowing water, finally Bu Qingyun's head rested on Xiao Yang's shoulder, water stains along Bu Qingyun's wet hair also adorned Xiao Yang's shoulder, and then spread to other places.

The little eunuch looked at the man, petrified on the spot: "My lord, my lord?!"

The person who saved Bu Qingyun just now was King Yan!

"I'm full." Bu Qingyun burped.

It seemed that it was just now that he remembered the cold, and leaned against Xiao Yang, desperately absorbing the warmth.

Xiao Yang's teeth itch when he thought of his subconscious action of saving this person just now.

Grinding my teeth.

When he spoke to Xue Wuyi just now, every single word fell into his ears.

Dare to take the imperial examination just to take a gamble.

Why didn't you know it was cold when you just looked for water to drink?

Forget about drowning.

How did you save him?

Soon, Xiao Yang's anger dissipated.

This person must be a virtuous minister.

The more he thought about it, the smaller the flame accumulated in Xiao Yang's chest, until it finally went out.

Pick up Bu Qingyun by the waist.

Well, it's quite heavy.

"It's quite warm." The childish ghost muttered to himself.

Xiao Yang looked at the kneeling and trembling little eunuch, thought for a while, and adopted an argument that would not spread rumors in the palace: "The number one scholar is drunk, it seems that he can't attend the banquet, this king ordered someone to send him back."

There are most things about pickling in the palace.

"Yes Yes Yes."

Thinking about it, Xiao Yang said again: "Keep your mouth shut."

"Yes Yes Yes."

He didn't mention it, the little eunuch hadn't reacted yet.

Why the emphasis on keeping your mouth shut?

-

King Yan lived the most extravagant life in Bianjing.

The carriage is made by skilled craftsmen, and there is a hole in the inside. The luminous pearl is inlaid on the carriage, and the gluttonous incense burner exposes the strange fragrance of the Western Regions that rises straight up. There is also a stove burning silver charcoal.

Sable fur was made into a carpet, a small bed was placed on the carriage, Bu Qingyun was placed on the small bed, Xiao Yang stared at his face, and suddenly remembered the teeth that this man showed during the day.

So silly.

While thinking so silly, Xiao Yang's facial expression melted due to the sense of joy.

Realizing that something was wrong with staring at a man, Xiao Yang slowly frowned, making his face that had just melted become cold and hard again.

Why does this king stare at a man and want to laugh?

"Warm." Bu Qingyun was completely drunk