I am the poor scholar

The number one scholar has a unique reputation, and there are always a few far-sighted senior officials who want to win over this promising Bu Qingyun.

Among them, Duan Huaiming, a Hanlin scholar, worked the most and called people over directly.

The scholar's mansion is solemn, not comparable to the grandeur of King Yan, but it always smells of books.

Duan Huaiming was received by Bu Qingyun in the main hall.

"Hahaha!" Duan Huaiming was wearing casual clothes, a round older than Bu Qingyun, with two goatees on both sides of his mouth, and a high hat, dressed very plainly, "Dong Li, I wish I had known you before!"

Bu Qingyun faced each other with a smile.

This is a contemporary Confucian who is obsessed with learning and can't extricate himself, and he never leaves his mouth. There is an essential difference from Bu Qingyun, who is talented and doesn't need to study.

Must admire the foresight that never came to visit.

But chatting is possible.

Because most of the contemporary great Confucianists ask: "A gentleman does not treat his relatives, and does not make ministers complain. Dongli, what do you think?"

Bu Qingyun answered with a smile, but there was an endless "..."

Discussing academic issues with people is not fun at all.

Duan Huaiming felt speculative unilaterally, so he started the idea of ​​getting married.

"Dong Li, do you have a wife?"

The corners of Bu Qingyun's eyes twitched, and he said with a smile: "Not yet, a man should establish a career and then start a family. If he has not established a career, why should he call himself a family?"

fake.

I haven't played enough, what kind of home?

Moreover, at the beginning, he blocked Xue Wuyi's breath and came to take the imperial examination, but now he only expects it to be released.

put out.

It's better not to harm other people's delicate girls.

"Dongli really has the ambition to rise to the sky!" Duan Huaiming looked at Bu Qingyun's eyes more and more satisfied, turned his words around, pulled out a letter from his sleeve, handed him to Bu Qingyun, and said, "However, the teacher sent me thousands of miles away. Here comes a letter, Dongli can open it and have a look."

Grandpa Bu Qingyun, Mr. Bu, used to be Duan Huaiming's teacher.

Bu Qingyun opened the envelope, and when he saw it, his smile cracked for a moment and disappeared quickly, almost making Duan Huaiming think it was an illusion.

The old man still went straight to the point when he spoke.

After being admitted to the first prize, and which girl in the capital city I like, I will see if I can marry her home, and if I marry home, treat her well.

At the end, I also emphasized that the old man is still waiting to have a grandson, Xiaoyun.

I still remember explaining the reason: "The doctor came to me some time ago, old man... I don't have a good life for a few years..."

In the last sentence, Bu Qingyun was suddenly sad for a moment, and the tip of his nose was sour.

Seeing this, Duan Huaiming thought that it would be useful to listen to his wife's words and send his daughter's poems to the teacher, so he said while the iron was hot: "It is the wish of every elder to have grandchildren, so why don't you give it a try with Dong Li and the little girl?"

We must be grateful for the folk customs of the Liang Dynasty. The current defense of men and women is not as serious as the previous dynasty.

Bu Qingyun put away the envelope properly, put away the momentary sour emotions, and said: "Grandpa, he must be more willing to see me gain a firm foothold in Beijing."

Bu Qingyun is definitely the one who is most familiar with the old man.

Not to mention the tough body of the old man when he went to Beijing to rush for the exam.

In terms of personality, if the old man really has some good and bad things, I'm afraid he will come here, do your job well there, don't be a monster, since you are admitted to the first prize, don't hold the mentality of having fun, etc. In short, it is not deliberately sensational letters.

When Mr. Bu was young, he wanted to live forever, but when he was powerless, he put his hopes on Bu Xianyun. Who knew that it was a kind of love, married a daughter-in-law and forgot his father, and took his wife to travel around the world.

Therefore, Mr. Bu put his expectations on his grandson, grasping knowledge from an early age, and gave his grandson the most rigorous education. I still remember that Mr. Bu said before: "Mr. My Bu family's children are on the rise, and when they arrive, they will give my ancestors a good chat."

At that time, Bu Qingyun's left ear went in and out of his right ear, but now he noticed something wrong immediately after the soreness passed.

"Okay." Duan Huaiming agreed very neatly.

However, Xu is idle, except for those few guys who love to fight for power and profit in the gutter, the Beijing officials are quite idle in this prosperous age.

Although ninety percent of the people in the court are hiding in the gutters and fighting for power and profit.

Duan Huaiming is a rare Beijing official who does not fight for power and profit, but loves to recite poems and write poems, and is obsessed with the Analects of Confucius.

He often pulls Bu Qingyun to talk and comment on current affairs, praising the prosperity of the world.

Sometimes Han Yuming would also join in.

Duan Huaiming probably really has nothing to do.

After comparing Bu Qingyun and Han Yuming, he put Han Yuming as a son-in-law candidate.

Fortunately, this year's Enrollment Jinshi has not yet been awarded an official, so these literati like to have fun.

In a blink of an eye, March [-]rd, Shangsi Festival, the weather is getting warmer.

It is rumored that on the Shangsi Festival, the Queen Mother held a peach panning party. People believed in ghosts and gods at that time, and it was also very lively.

Bu Qingyun came to join in the fun.

Go for an outing with Han Yuming and a few good Jinshi friends.

On the third day of March, spring is growing, the grass is growing and warblers are flying, and there is also a drizzle as fine as pins and needles.

In the endless green of the suburbs, Bu Qingyun, Han Yuming, and their friends are having a picnic.

The apricot blossoms are drunk with light rain, and there is a gurgling stream not far away.

Bu Qingyun shoveled out shepherd's purse in the suburbs with a small shovel, and tried cooking it with a few friends.

"Forget it." Bu Qingyun tried to no avail, threw the shepherd's purse into the pot, and said, "Let's cook it like this."

After saying that, he stood up again, found a basket with orchid grass and said with a smile, "I'm going to get rid of it."

To put it simply, it is to take a bath.

It is a long-standing custom.

But Bu Qingyun hasn't tried it yet.

Bu Qingyun paused, glanced at the friends who came with him, and saw that they had no desire to leave, Han Yuming just smiled and said nothing, holding the shepherd's purse in his beautiful hands, still pondering, he carried the basket by himself gone.

"I'm going."

The water temperature is getting warmer, Bu Qingyun took off only his underwear and dived into the water, found the orchid grass to wipe his body, he was yearning for it if he didn't try it, but once he tried it, he felt boring.

As soon as Bu Qingyun solved it, he suddenly stood up from the water, drew water and put on his spring clothes, his hair was wet on his shoulders, Bu Qingyun suddenly remembered that he forgot to bring a towel.

"It's okay, it'll be dry in one go." Bu Qingyun squeezed his hair with his hands, wringing out the water from the roots to the ends, and the water fell onto the grass.

"No towel?"

I suddenly felt that this person was everywhere since I came to Bianjing.

Bu Qingyun raised his head and smiled as if nothing had happened: "I didn't bring it, but I did it right away."

His Royal Highness King Yan is everywhere, all the time.

At this moment, he is leaning against the apricot tree by the stream, looking at Bu Qingyun with vague eyes. He is quite naked, from Bu Qingyun's protruding Adam's apple to his bare feet standing on the ground.

very nice.

Water dripped down the ends of the hair, mixed with unwiped water droplets that immediately occupied the gap between the clothing material and the skin, and the light spring clothes stuck to the body all of a sudden.

Bu Qingyun was originally writing a storybook, and he felt a little guilty when he saw King Yan, but after seeing too much, his face became more and more deep-skinned, and he was unusually calm at the moment.

Even the curse-like marriage was thrown out of the sky by him, and he was unusually magnanimous.

"Take a rest today." Xiao Yang explained slowly, although it was very inexplicable.

I just tried to celebrate the Shangsi Festival, and happened to see someone praying.

Immediately afterwards, he clapped his hands again, and immediately a hidden guard jumped out from somewhere, offering a towel respectfully.

Xiao Yang threw it to Bu Qingyun.

Bu Qingyun took it and smiled happily: "Thank you, my lord."

Xiao Yang was wrong: "The dark guard just came."

So you bathe only I can see.

Bu Qingyun couldn't comprehend the meaning of King Yan, but it didn't prevent him from laughing: "Yeah."

What did he just say?

Can't figure it out.

After thinking about it, Bu Qingyun looked at Xiao Yang's side again, there was no one there, maybe he came here by chance.

He said, "is your lord interested in having a picnic with us?"

"Whatever." Xiao Yang watched Bu Qingyun dry his hair, and the clothes would not dry for a while.

The apricot blossoms in early spring bloomed on this tree, Xiao Yang stood among the falling apricot blossoms, he didn't care if the rain fell on his honey-colored skin, squinting at Bu Qingyun packed the basket and prepared to leave.

Sudden displeasure.

Xiao Yang who understood very well immediately said: "Stop."

"Huh?" Bu Qingyun looked back suspiciously, "What's the matter, my lord?"

What does this person want to do?

"Wait until the clothes are dry."

"Okay." Bu Qingyun followed Xiao Yang very much.

So he sat on the boulder by the stream and looked at Xiao Yang with his chin resting.

Xiao Yang stood stubbornly under the apricot tree, letting the white apricot blossoms fall, neither opening his mouth nor opening his eyes.

The whole body is very quiet.

For a moment, Bu Qingyun felt that King Yan's temper was really good.

Seeing Jiming Temple for the first time, you can completely abandon yourself to protect yourself.

Later on Yugong Mountain, he was the one who saved him again.

And I don't know if it's an illusion, this person is quite pampering himself?

Do you want to tell King Yan that you want to be released?

wrong.

Don't even think about it.

Bu Qingyun stopped his dangerous thought.

King Yan really indulged himself, and there was no reason for Jinshi to ask for an official position in person.

So Bu Qingyun smiled: "My lord, I once wanted to invite my lord to eat fried jelly, is my lord interested today?"

Bu Qingyun was prepared to be rejected, but Xiao Yang agreed in a surprising way: "Okay."

"That's really..." The word "regret" could barely stop in his throat, and Bu Qingyun acted accordingly, "I am flattered by Xiaosheng."

Taking Xiao Yang back to the picnic place, Bu Qingyun smiled indifferently, but the others were all startled, stood up and bowed cautiously: "My lord."

King Yan raised his eyelids, his gaze wandered over these scholars, and he ignored him and said, "Sit."

It's as if it's their home.

His Royal Highness King Yan was not a very chatty person, as if he had a high-cold aura, which made people restrained for no reason.

Even though they had talked with King Yan in the palace examination, Jinshi still couldn't chat with him very well, especially in this kind of play.

The joyful atmosphere just now was swept away, and Bu Qingyun noticed that his right eyelid twitched wildly in this state, and deeply felt that the decision just now was too hasty.

I and His Royal Highness King Yan have lived and died together in a certain way, but they are very comfortable, but these people...

His Royal Highness King Yan didn't know what was in his mind, and suddenly said: "Leave if you want."

Several people looked at each other and smiled kindly: "The prince is joking."

After all, Han Yuming is a character cultivated by the Jiangning family, and he is still calm: "Dong Li, if you cook the shepherd's purse again, I'm afraid it will be boiled."

Bu Qingyun immediately looked at his pot, and quickly picked out the shepherd's purse with chopsticks.Find the plate and put it in front of several people.

One bite.

Bu Qingyun's expression changed, as expected, it was bitter and astringent. Unlike eating grass, he was diluted with boiling water.

Unappetizing.

Huo Ran put down the plate, and Bu Qingyun smiled: "Don't eat it, everyone, I will do it later."

"This……"

Following the gaze of a person, Bu Qingyun suddenly saw Xiao Yang's plate.

Only the green vegetable water is left.

And the shepherd's purse disappeared without a trace.

His Highness King Yan put down the plate very calmly, Danfeng raised his eyes slightly, his indifferent eyes turned from Bu Qingyun to the Jinshi who was looking at him, and said, "What's the matter?"

So bitter, you can chew on without changing your face.

Really great.

"It's all right." The man shook his head hastily, and it seemed that His Royal Highness King Yan was oppressing him too much, so he acted like a bird, "Xiaosheng has something to do at home, so I'll go back first."

His Royal Highness Yan looked straight ahead, calmly: "Go."

If you don't grab the top bird, someone will follow suit one after another.

The only one who stood firm was Bu Qingyun and Xiao Yang, and Han Yuming.

Bu Qingyun raised the end of his eyes and shook his eyebrows.

Yan Wang is not a likable character at all if he doesn't get along.

why don't you go?

Han Yuming held the shepherd's purse he made with his chopsticks but smiled silently.

The air fell into silence.

Threesome, one friend is not familiar with the other, so it is a bit intriguing and embarrassing.

Fortunately, Bu Qingyun is very good at telling stories and customs, and the embarrassment is further enhanced by a woman in Tsing Yi who came late.

Obviously, when the woman in Tsing Yi saw Xiao Yang, her face paled suddenly, with two colors of green and white intertwined, and she was also embarrassed.

So the air became more and more silent, but Xiao Yang calmly ate the shepherd's purse that others had handled.

That woman in Tsing Yi is Duan Daru's only daughter.

What else do not understand?

Duan Daru wanted Bu Qingyun to be his son-in-law, so when he got the news, he wanted his daughter to rush over, and the daughter rushed over, but King Yan was also here.

The original flower before the moon suddenly turned into a midnight bell.

It wasn't funny at first, but Bu Qingyun couldn't help laughing when he saw the girl's pale face when she saw Xiao Yang.

Is Xiao Yang that scary?

Bu Qingyun smiled and turned his eyes to Xiao Yang, and happened to meet Xiao Yang's drooping amber pupils.

He was supporting himself with his hands, but at this moment he raised his eyes and met Xiao Yang's eyes.

The spring is just right, but Xiao Yang's eyes are filled with dark and unclear colors, and the sharp edges and corners are covered with a layer of darkness.

Bu Qingyun was startled, and seemed to understand why people were so afraid of Xiao Yang.

He has a terrifying look.

It has long been heard that veteran Duan regards Bu Qingyun as his prospective son-in-law.

But seeing it with his own eyes, Xiao Yang's heart suddenly tightened, the discomfort was so chilling, he suddenly understood.

That made me feel a little better.

Don't force yourself if you don't like a man.

If he married a woman, then Xiao Yang hoped that he would die alone.

So Xiao Yang asked: "Are you interested in dying alone?"

"No."

Bu Qingyun answered decisively, even straightening his body.

Han Yuming and Ms. Duan: "..."

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