I am the poor scholar

Xiao Yang successfully blocked Bu Qingyun's mouth with the reason of "I am your bodyguard".

On the way to Tong County, Bu Qingyun had already learned the whole story of the incident.

The general meaning is that he and Xiao Yang were forced to go to Yugong Mountain because of Huo Jiangqing.

The great general.

As for Huo Jiangqing, he was deceived by Meng Zhe.

Bu Qingyun was shocked: "That's it?"

Why is the general so gullible?

At that time Xiao Yang said indifferently: "He is stupid."

There is a deeper reason, Xiao Yang did not say it.

Meng Zhe fabricated evidence and framed Xiao Yang as poisonous to kill the late emperor.

The general who was not able to use his brain believed it so easily.

After that confrontation, the general who had been flogged ran to the prime minister's residence aggressively to question him, and returned disappointed.

Because Meng Zhe flickered past again.

"General, calm down. This old man also listened to the slander of the traitor. I just found out some time ago. It turned out to be..."

After a pass, Huo Jiangqing was fooled out of the house with the life of a servant, and he kept his mouth shut.

The soldiers on the battlefield are like gods, and they are vulnerable to the treacherous and cunning.

Back to the topic, Xiao Yang confessed his purpose very frankly: "Find evidence of Meng Zhe's corruption."

The first step is to defeat Meng Zhe's good reputation among the people.

"Oh." Bu Qingyun responded, "I will go through fire and water as an official, and I will not hesitate to do so."

So you are old, go back quickly after finishing your work.

-

Originally, he thought that the trip to Tong County would not be smooth sailing, but Bu Qingyun didn't expect that the thorn in his door would be found so quickly.

County government.

When Bu Qingyun glanced at it, he was completely depressed.

Those who play cards play cards, those who sleep sleep, if it weren't for the four words "Upright and Bright" on the plaque that were gilded and hot, Bu Qingyun would have thought he had entered a casino.

The gate guards were in twos and threes, in groups, and a dozing person was the first to spot Bu Qingyun.

"Young master... are you, are you the new county magistrate?"

The man's voice seemed to press the pause button, and all the men trembled and stood up slowly, one of them even scratched his head before standing up slowly.

Be as casual as you can be.

Bu Qingyun was not annoyed, and smiled and said: "I am, everyone will live in peace in the future."

"Yes, yes." They responded hurriedly.

Someone noticed Xiao Yang who was hanging his head behind Bu Qingyun. It seemed that he was wearing a mask and exchanged glances with each other.

Doesn't this guard look easy to mess with?

"Hey." Suddenly someone picked up all the yamen servants, and the little old man who looked like a master ran out and said, "Thank God, the young one can be regarded as waiting for the adults to take office."

"What's the matter?" Bu Qingyun laughed again, took out the folding fan and shook it casually, just as he felt the master below the prisoner pulling his hand towards the court, Bu Qingyun frowned.

Xiao Yang's hands gripped the master's hands like electricity, and broke off one by one.

Bu Qingyun laughed again: "Speak up if you have something to say, don't touch me."

He picked up the official accent.

Master's face froze.

Bu Qingyun sat on the grand master's chair.

I saw the master wiping his sweat with his sleeve and pointing to the hall: "My lord, you can quickly settle the case."

Bu Qingyun Shi Shiran looked over, one was sitting, one was kneeling, and the other was kneeling and crying.

Those who sit and kneel are men, and those who kneel and cry are women.

Bu Qingyun said seriously: "What's going on?"

The master was about to speak, but the man who was sitting like a gentleman rushed to speak: "My lord, you have to judge me!"

Bu Qingyun was silent.

I vaguely understood the identity of this person.

The one who was sitting said again: "This Wang San, his father is sick, he has no money to treat the disease, and sold his wife, but today he wants to redeem it again, I'm going to do it, of course I don't agree! He also falsely accused me of robbing women! What kind of women! I need to rob!"

His legs shook more and more cheerfully, and even his demeanor became haughty.

"You, you villain, sue first!" The kneeling man pointed at the sitting man with trembling fingers, then hurried forward, kowtowed and said, "My lord, you can't listen to him! He is a liar! It's him, who is he?" Said I sold my wife! Obviously I didn't!"

Incoherent.

The woman cried and knelt aside, choked up.

Bu Qingyun played with the folding fan, opened and closed the fan, and when the kneeling man was crying, Bu Qingyun looked at the woman again.

The woman was indeed beautiful.

The folding fan pointed at the woman in vain, and said, "You tell me."

The woman was choked up, but she spoke in an orderly manner: "Meng Liang is talking nonsense!"

"You!" Meng Liang suddenly stood up from the seat, and was about to rush at the woman.

Chu Cihe made a move, pressing Meng Liang's shoulder firmly like sharp claws: "Listen well."

The woman flinched and said, "I am the wife of the Wang family. My father-in-law is seriously ill and I earn money by doing laundry for others, but Meng Liang..."

The woman seemed to remember something terrible, her face was panicked: "He, he..."

"Skip." Bu Qingyun felt pity in his heart.

"The husband of the folk woman came to me when he found out that the folk girl hadn't come back..."

It's not hard to guess what happened next.

There are several inconsistencies between what the two parties said.

give money.

Sell ​​your wife.

redemption.

It was the first time as a county magistrate, and he didn't even have a chance to clean up the dust, so he directly dealt with this bad thing.

Bu Qingyun was turning the folding fan in his hand, caught a glimpse of Xiao Yang out of the corner of his eye, and hesitated for a moment whether to give him a seat.

He asked Meng Liang again: "You said you bought it, how much did you pay?"

Meng Liang hesitated for a moment, and said decisively: "100 taels!"

"Who paid for it?" Bu Qingyun asked again.

"Afeng!"

"Look here." Bu Qingyun ordered Chu Cihe, knocked on the table, then turned to smile at the master sitting on the seat, "Get up."

"Huh?" Master was stunned.

Bu Qingyun stretched out his hand and grabbed Xiao Yang's wrist. It was very thin, and the bones protruded through the material of the clothes. It must look very beautiful.

Xiao Yang didn't speak.

Bu Qingyun raised his head sideways, met Xiao Yang's eyes, and turned his eyes to indicate the seat.

Following this gaze, the hands moved slowly, bringing Xiao Yang to the front of the seat, and smiled: "Sit."

"Ah?! My lord, you—"

Just when he was in a daze, Xiao Yang was already sitting upright on the seat.

Bu Qingyun smiled even more harmlessly: "My guards are exhausted, working very hard, master, do you have any opinions?"

Bu Qingyun has long seen that this master dared to offend and handed Meng Liang a seat, which clearly stood in line. I am afraid that he, the county magistrate, would not behave as peacefully as his grandfather.

Xiao Yang sat very close to the Grand Master's Chair, only an arm's length away.

Bu Qingyun didn't shy away from it, his gaze was fixed on the long sword hanging from Xiao Yang's waist.

Qingfeng sword.

The bony fingers grasped the hilt of the sword, and slowly pulled it out, making a buzzing sound.

The sword never gets dusty.

The sharp sword body was exposed for half an inch, Bu Qingyun inserted it back abruptly, and smiled: "Do you have time to discuss swordsmanship with my guard?"

"No, no." Cold sweat broke out on the master's forehead.

You are a champion, why do you want to kill someone if you disagree?

If Bu Qingyun knew about it, he might have to correct it, just discussing swordsmanship.

"Heh." A laugh overflowed from under the mask, which was magnetic and sweet.

Bu Qingyun also smiled: "It seems that my bodyguard really wants to compete with the master."

"No, no, no." The master opened his mouth, and was about to refute.

"Ah Feng is here."

Bu Qingyun immediately turned his head, his eyes signaled to Chu Cihe that he was optimistic about Meng Liang, and he looked at the new man in the hall and said, "How much can you buy someone at most?"

Ah Feng's eyes rolled wildly, and he suddenly looked at his young master.

His young master's mouth and nose were covered by Chu Cihe, and his eyes were about to burst.

Ah Feng's eyes rolled wildly, he fell on the ground and said, "One tael of silver!"

Bu Qingyun looked at Meng Liang: "Mr. Meng, why do you have 19 taels more than your Ah Feng?"

"No, no, no! I got it wrong! It's 20 taels!" Ah Feng immediately corrected himself.

It seems that Meng Liang has lied a lot.

Bu Qingyun smiled calmly, and said to Wang San and the woman: "Go back first."

"Thank you sir, thank you sir."

"Twenty boards hit again." After the person left, Bu Qingyun suddenly turned cold.

There's no need to give Meng Liang any face, anyway, he's not here to gain qualifications.

"No!" Master yelled sharply.

The servants looked at each other.

No one wants to be that early bird.

"Bu Qingyun!" Meng Liang rushed towards Bu Qingyun and said ferociously, "My uncle is the court official! You beat me! Just wait for him to kill you!"

Meng Liang strode up to Bu Qingyun, all the saliva spewed out was blocked by Bu Qingyun with a folding fan.

The sound was deafening, as if this would make him more confident.

Bu Qingyun suddenly stretched out his hand to the hilt of Xiao Yang's waist, the long sword was unsheathed and immediately put it on Meng Liang's neck.

He was still laughing: "If you go down, you have to be hit by a board."

Although it was placed around his neck, he put it loosely and did not get close to Meng Liang's skin.

He is too handsome.

Meng Liang, who was used to domineering, grinned and laughed wildly: "If you dare to come, tomorrow you will lose your head!"

Bu Qingyun slowly withdrew his sword, walked around the table, raised his eyelids slightly: "Go down."

The smile faded away.

"fart!"

Kicked up.

Seeing Meng Liang rolling down the hall, still crying and howling, Bu Qingyun put on a smile again, said gently and handsomely: "Hit."

He couldn't subdue everyone, but someone saw Bu Qingyun kicking down the young master of the Meng family so neatly, and obviously had something to rely on, so he gritted his teeth suddenly and became the first person to stand out.

"I won't let you go!" Meng Liang glared and cursed arrogantly.

"Bu Qingyun, you wait for me!"

Gradually, feeling the pain, Meng Liang wailed mournfully, "Zhang Yi, Zhang Yi, save me!"

Zhang Yi is the name of that master.

The master shrugged his shoulders, not daring to care anymore.

-

When the twenty boards stopped, another uninvited guest came to the door.

"Stop it!" It was a middle-aged man.

Behind him was a group of people, well-trained, standing there, imperceptibly adding courage to the middle-aged man.

"Father! Father!" Meng Lianggui howled, "Father! He is a killer! I want him to die! I want him to die!"

"Pay attention to your words and deeds." Bu Qingyun smiled.

"Father!" Meng Liang cried to his father and called his mother, "Mother!"

And Xiao Yang also stood up, stroking the hilt of his sword with his fingers, suddenly stood behind Bu Qingyun, and said in a low voice: "It's okay."

The voice was as calm and unwavering as ever, but Bu Qingyun tasted some comfort.

Feeling more and more happy, Bu Qingyun repeated: "It's okay."

The tone of the tone is light, different from Xiao Yang's deliberately low tone, with a bit of arrogance that is not afraid of anything.

"Father! Kill him! Kill him!"

What surprised Bu Qingyun was that the middle-aged man slapped Meng Liang on the face, and said in a hoarse voice, "Shut up!"

With vigilance in his heart, Bu Qingyun smiled calmly: "Master Meng really understands the truth."

size.

If he was really sensible, he wouldn't have persecuted County Magistrate Ye to death.

"The child is naughty, Xiaomin must be disciplined when he brings it home, and Xiaomin will leave first." Before Bu Qingyun could speak, Master Meng immediately left with Meng Liang's arm.

"He may know your existence." Bu Qingyun smiled slightly.

"So what." A cold snort escaped from under the silver mask.

Knowing is inevitable, there is that old man Meng Zhe.

-

Bu Qingyun lived in the government office.

The government office is probably not even comparable to the house that Bu Qingyun rented in the capital. It has not been repaired for a long time, and it is full of cobwebs. The only tree is dead, and it looks like it has been abandoned for a long time.

The master didn't dare to come again, so he entrusted a child to send a letter to Bu Qingyun: "My lord, Tong County is poor, and the previous county magistrate lived in mud bricks and tiles, so you can survive."

Bu Qingyun took out his silver and hired a few servants to clean the house.

Bu Qingyun and Xiao Yang sat on the stone bench under the dead tree, watching them.

Bu Qingyun found some fruit wine and warmed it on the fire.

Xiao Yang thought of this person's embarrassment at the Luming Banquet, squinted and said, "Don't get drunk."

"Hey." Bu Qingyun smiled, "Isn't there still you. Don't tell me, you hate the smell of alcohol because you have never drank alcohol."

Xiao Yang squinted at him.

Indeed, with my drinking capacity, I'm afraid I'll beat this scholar up.

Gulu Gulu, the wine was steaming, and the aroma of the wine wafted out.

Bu Qingyun took out bowls, one bowl for each person.

The drink was not piping hot.

Holding the bowl in both hands, he drank slowly, his almond eyes dizzy with mist, and Bu Qingyun smiled again.

Outside the foreign land, but there is an acquaintance beside him, Bu Qingyun can't help but feel a lot of closeness: "Let me tell you, I suspect that my drinking capacity is so bad, it's all inherited from my father. Every New Year's Eve, I and I Dad fights wine, we both drink and pour at the same time. Generally, we can't pass three glasses, but my mother..."

"That's bad." Xiao Yang drank a bowl.

This amount of alcohol is simply too much.

"Hey." Bu Qingyun smiled and rolled his eyes, he was really overwhelmed with alcohol, and his eyes were a little dizzy.

He tried his best to shake his head, imitated Xiao Yang's movement and drank it in one gulp, he threw the bowl to the ground in a rather unrestrained manner, and the servants who were cleaning were shocked to look back.

"Don't look!" Bu Qingyun raised his voice, "Do your thing!"

Xiao Yang was still drinking with his head up, watching Bu Qingyun stand up suddenly, looking down at him from top to bottom.

Drinking capacity is really bad.

Thinking like this, Xiao Yang looked up at others for the first time.

The scholar is really white.

It was because of the whiteness that the blush brought about by the slight drunkenness became more and more obvious.

It seemed to be the evening sun, and you could see Bu Qingyun's Adam's apple rolling, Xiao Yang rarely hooked his lips, and handed Bu Qingyun a glass of wine viciously: "Drink it."

The drunk Bu Qingyun is not only good-looking, but also quite obedient.

Bu Qingyun took it, drank it down, repeated the action just now and smashed the bowl again.

"Are you drunk?" Xiao Yang raised his head.

"Not drunk." Bu Qingyun answered neatly.

That is drunk.

Xiao Yang raised his eyelids, the amber color was rarely smudged softly: "Low your head."

Bu Qingyun leaned down slowly, his breath was quick and mixed with the smell of alcohol, the most stupid thing was that he was still smiling, showing his big white teeth.

Xiao Yang became more and more amused.

The scholar had good flexibility, and even bent over a little and stopped in front of his face.

Xiao Yang didn't dislike the smell of wine, maybe today's wine was mixed with some fruity aroma, whispering in Bu Qingyun's ear: "Hey, are you interested in liking men?"

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