I am the poor scholar

"What?" Bu Qingyun squinted at Xiao Yang in confusion, put his little finger in his ear and said, "Say it again, hiccup—"

Breathing out, Bu Qingyun's mouth was filled with the smell of wine.

The drunken scholar quickly lost his attention.

Bu Qingyun scratched his ears, only to feel a hot current blowing past his ears, which made his ears itchy.

After a long time, Bu Qingyun kept scratching his ears, and gradually straightened up, looking around as if looking for something.

Xiao Yang's question was completely ignored.

Bu Qingyun only felt top-heavy, and his whole body was as light and weightless as if he was in a fairyland.

In an instant, Bu Qingyun suddenly fell forward and knelt on Xiao Yang's lap with one leg.

Xiao Yang took advantage of the trend and pulled Bu Qingyun's body closer to him.

The scholar is in the hand, and the hand feel is not good, and it is full of bones when pinched.

Xiao Yang smiled hoarsely, rolled his eyeballs upwards, and lifted his head upwards. The two of them exhaled intertwinedly, and the heat was exhaled from the nasal cavity.

For a while, it was a little more charming.

He lowered his voice and said, "The alcohol capacity is so bad."

"Seventeen..." the scholar murmured.

Xiao Yang raised his tone and hummed, a little bit magnetic.

"Drink again!" Bu Qingyun suddenly made a gesture of singing about wine, "Drink again!"

Xiao Yang raised the corners of his lips.

The scorching heat in his belly spread to his cheeks, Bu Qingyun lowered his head again, aware of the turbulent heat wave, the man in front of him suddenly twisted in his drunken eyes.

"Huh?" Bu Qingyun's tone suddenly rose because of this discovery, while his body was swaying, he stretched out his hands to grab Xiao Yang's face, and tore it on both sides.

"Are you deforming?" Bu Qingyun was talking nonsense, still giggling, "What are you twisting?"

Xiao Yang's face darkened instantly.

The moment he was about to speak, he was suddenly blocked by the enlarged face in front of him.

The nasal cavity was occupied by the overwhelming smell of wine, and the lips were touched lightly and gently, and they were instantly separated.

Xiao Yang, who had always been iron-blooded, suddenly felt hot in his ears, and felt a huge wave in his heart.

This person suddenly became extremely innocent, perhaps beyond his expectation, Xiao Yang only felt smoke rising from his head, and countless "absurd and absurd" rushed to the top of his head and lingered non-stop.

Short of breath, Xiao Yang grabbed Bu Qingyun's shoulder and was about to push him away, but suddenly his shoulder was heavy, and Bu Qingyun's long breath blew from his ears.

His breathing was still as warm, but Xiao Yang's cheeks suddenly became hot, and he covered his face and coughed softly, "It's okay."

In other words, this king took advantage of it.

"My lord, the room is ready." The newly bought servant did not dare to take a second look.

There is no way, this man looks too aggressive.

If you look at it more, you will feel that there is a double-strand battle.

But... how do they hug each other?

Xiao Yang glanced at him, the waves in his heart were descending step by step, he took a deep breath, Xiao Yang squinted at him and said, "Go down."

"Yes."

-

The kiss was insignificant, Bu Qingyun was poured sober soup and lay on the bed.

A crescent hangs overhead.

Dizzy, Bu Qingyun raised his heavy eyelids.

With one hand under his face, his eyes were foggy, numbness suddenly swept through his nerves after waking up, Bu Qingyun took a breath of cold air, and tried to lift his stiff arm to relieve the numbness.

After the numbness disappeared, Bu Qingyun slowly lifted the curtain of the bed.

The pupils suddenly shrank a little, and the drunkenness dissipated.

The chill all over the body spread from the bones to the flesh and blood, and finally controlled every inch of nerves.

snake.

Endless snakes crawled in through the window lattices and cracks in the door, densely packed, and the sounds of spitting out snake letters merged together, and it became a cold spring in my ears.

The cold spring melted into the muscles, and when Bu Qingyun moved his head and calmed down, he knew whose handwriting it was.

Master Meng.

Exhaling and inhaling again, the cold air gave way to Qingyun, who gradually calmed down, and quickly walked around the room.

Next to the bed was a small table with a lampshade on it.

The candle flickered.

Bu Qingyun gritted his teeth, and abruptly removed the lampshade, the red candle was weeping, and the tongue of fire was swaying in the wind.

Mo Tong was brightly illuminated by the candlelight, Bu Qingyun tore open the curtain of the bed suddenly, the tongue of fire quickly engulfed the curtain, and the flame intensified.

-

After Xiao Yang came back from chasing and killing the assassin, what he saw was the flames soaring into the sky.

Like a bucket of water poured down his head, Xiao Yang's bones trembled like never before.

Qinggong jumped up and rushed into the house suddenly.

The flames soared into the sky, like the devil's wild laughter, twisting and crazy, the slaves bought during the day disappeared, and the huge house was empty, only the flames occupied people's eye sockets overwhelmingly.

Henry Zhang's face still had the blood spattered by the assassin, and under the reflection of the flames, the face carved by the carving knife was unprecedentedly ferocious.

"Bu Qingyun, Bu Qingyun." Xiao Yang chewed these three words with unprecedented ruthlessness, as if chewing some enemy.

Teeth rubbing against each other suddenly made a piercing sound, the body suddenly leaned forward with long legs, and was about to rush into the sea of ​​flames with lightning speed.

"My lord!" Xiao Yang's movements were as fast as lightning, and the moment Chu Cihe's eyes caught it, Xiao Yang was only half a step away from the flame.

"Seventeen!" Suddenly a familiar voice sounded in his ear, Xiao Yang's eyes widened and he turned around suddenly.

Bu Qingyun's face was dusty, but when he smiled, the neat row of teeth was particularly conspicuous.

Heartless.

Unwarranted rage rose.

Xiao Yang gritted his teeth, screaming wildly at the thought of smashing that smiling face with his fist.

When it was put into action, the wind of the fist roared, and finally stopped an inch in front of Bu Qingyun's nose.

Just now, Bu Qingyun had a panoramic view of Xiao Yang's various expressions, that crazy expression made Bu Qingyun feel a tingling feeling of electric shock in his spine.

For some reason, Bu Qingyun's smile became deeper and deeper, and his originally indifferent attitude suddenly became a little joyful, with laugh lines appearing in the corners of his eyes.

He explained: "Someone put snakes in my room, and no one showed up at that time. I think the servants bought by the family were all sent by the Meng family. No one will come to rescue me. There are so many snakes, I will... ..."

Burned the bed curtain, desperate, the fire was too hot, and it was only a drop in the bucket with one person's strength.

"Heh." Xiao Yang's cold sarcasm interrupted Bu Qingyun's explanation, "You're so bold."

The eloquent talk was suddenly interrupted, Bu Qingyun was slightly startled with a smile, and an inexplicable thought spread in his heart.

Bu Qingyun lowered his eyelids, thinking of his attitude in the sea of ​​fire just now in his mind.

Back then it was all about luck.

Bu Qingyun has always been lucky, and at that time he lit the bed curtain with a careless attitude.

Looking back now, Bu Qingyun suddenly broke out in cold sweat.

What Xiao Yang said was right, really bold.

Another sweet and sour feeling floated up in the tip of his heart, and Bu Qingyun seemed to have melted a honey in his mouth.

What's going on, I want to make friends with Xiao Yang more and more.

Apart from his poisonous mouth, this man has a good temper.

So Bu Qingyun laughed again: "Seventeen, how about we make friends?"

He felt that Xiao Yang was really nice.

"Who cares." His Highness King Yan's mouth was as merciless as ever.

"Okay." Bu Qingyun was still smiling.

Laughter made Xiao Yang's heart even more furious, and he couldn't help but freeze his voice: "Is there no other way at that time? We must use this method!"

There was a bit of exasperation in his tone.

Bu Qingyun tasted it naturally, rolled his eyes with a smile and said: "The situation is urgent. Maybe those snakes don't have poisonous fangs, but the situation was urgent..."

"Oh." Xiao Yang was indifferent, and suddenly turned around.

"Hey." Seeing him like this, Bu Qingyun's feeling of fear became less and less, and he couldn't help but catch up with Xiao Yang and said, "You can worry about me, it's okay."

"It's better to burn to death."

"Hey." Bu Qingyun shook his head again and again, "Brother Seventeen, why are you speaking so harshly?"

"Why don't you be mean to me?"

"Eh."

Wanting to talk to Xiao Yang like never before, Bu Qingyun became more talkative.

Even if Xiao Yang's sentences are thorny, Bu Qingyun's eloquence is eloquent, talking about Bianjing from Changsha, and then talking about food and customs.

-

That night, the two could only stay in the inn again.

Bu Qingyun finally got a reply from His Royal Highness King Yan after spending a lot of time.

It's a very serious sentence.

"The Meng family is deeply rooted."

To be able to get the news of the magistrate's selection of servants in a short period of time, in this small Tong County, it can almost be said that his eyes and hands are in the sky.

Bu Qingyun immediately grasped this sentence: "Yes, it seems that the other party cannot be underestimated. Fortunately, you and I have hidden Ye Hongyu in the hidden guards. Otherwise, if the Meng family knows the existence of Ye Hongyu, I'm afraid Yes……"

After analyzing everything, Xiao Yang suddenly remembered something, put down the teacup and made a sound: "Chucihe."

His eyes were red, Xiao Yang curled his lips coldly.

"Yes." Chu Cihe knelt behind him like a shadow.

"Where's the secret guard placed in the house?"

Why didn't it stop?

Chu Cihe understood instantly: "There are ten hidden guards, one of them died, and nine of them hunted down other assassins."

Tune the tiger away from the mountain.

Xiao Yang suddenly snorted coldly.

-

Since that incident, Bu Qingyun became closer to Xiao Yang.

When he is not working, he loves to be alone with Xiao Yang. Sometimes when Xiao Yang is practicing sword in the morning, Bu Qingyun will make a pot of tea and watch it.

Occasionally, thinking of the tragedies of the past, he would find a sword and imitate Xiao Yang's gestures.

Hook, pick, stab.

Or run with the dark guards in the morning.

Xiao Yang leaned towards him: "There are hidden guards."

"Your Majesty doesn't know something." Bu Qingyun pinched the folding fan, bowing to each other, "I don't want to subdue the enemy, I just want to escape."

Quite candid.

36 is the best plan.

Xiao Yang, who always faced difficulties, paused slightly, he couldn't help but feel contemptuous and reasonable at the same time, so he would teach Bu Qingyun some skills in his spare time.

Gradually, some rumors spread among the dark guards.

Even the dark guards would chat a little in their spare time.

"Why do I always feel that the prince treats Mr. Bu differently?"

"Of course! Mr. Bu is so talented."

"It's not like this." The man winked, "Yes, it's the kind with a little emotion."

"What kind of emotion?"

The man hated that iron can't be made into steel, he just felt that this guy's elm head: "What are you talking about! It's not about the relationship between a man and a woman!"

"Oh." Another person said, "Look below."

"Just look at it." The man lowered his head indifferently.

These two people stood in the hidden treetops, the branches intertwined and formed a natural barrier, only those who were salty like a fish would appear under the tree and stare at the treetops.

The moment the dark guard lowered his head, he felt that he had been slapped in the face.

It was a scholar, with a folding fan in his hand, he was very personable, so gentle, if he didn't look up, his smile would be even more suave and suave.

Immediately, the dark guard straightened his spine, and respectfully said to the prince: "Mr. Bu, what can you do?"

Bu Qingyun folded the fan very leisurely, and said with a smile: "Come down, talk to me."

The hidden guard said respectfully: "No. The young ones have to be on duty."

Bu Qingyun smiled but said nothing, his bright black pupils glowed with a soft color, and he stared at the dark guard calmly and benevolently.

"I don't mind talking like that either."

"Wait a minute, the little one will come down immediately." The dark guard's expression changed instantly.

"Sit down." Bu Qingyun really likes to laugh, "Tell me, what is the relationship between a man and a woman."

The hidden guard acted like a big girl, not daring to sit or move, he smiled and laughed again: "Young master is so smart, naturally you don't need a little one to explain your doubts."

"Tell me." Bu Qingyun's almond eyes curved, "Don't be coy, it seems like I'm bullying you."

As soon as these words came out, the dark guard stood up straight in an instant, as straight as he stood, his voice was as low as it could be.

"This is a small conjecture, and the big people should listen to it as a joke." Anwei said, "I doubt it."

The dark guard's voice came into his ear with dignity: "He treats you like a brother."

"Pfft." Bu Qingyun couldn't help laughing, waved his hands and said, "Go, I won't tease you."

When he left, Bu Qingyun smiled pleasantly.

The words that the hidden guard said floated into his cochlea without falling into words.

Love between men and women?

Bu Qingyun imagined that Ye Hongyu was standing next to Xiao Yang, if he replaced Ye Hongyu's face with his own...

Bu Qingyun shivered suddenly, goosebumps all over his body.

It seems that some of the hidden guards brought by the prince also like to gossip.

But unstoppably, the scene of getting along with Xiao Yang appeared in his mind.

The fire that has just passed, and the morning exercise every morning...

Bu Qingyun felt an aversion to cold.

What's going on with that old couple relationship?

wrong.

Don't be led astray.

Bu Qingyun rubbed the chill on his arms.

Be straight in your heart and not be led astray.

Cannot be led astray.

The author has something to say: Bu Qingyun, who will work hard to climb the bed in the future: really fragrant.