I am the poor scholar

The days in Tong County were not peaceful.

Regardless of the assassins who come to visit at night, even in the daytime there will be endless cases.

The Meng family obviously understood the purpose of Bu Qingyun and Xiao Yang, and they seemed to have given countermeasures in this way, hoping to attract Bu Qingyun's attention in this way.

However, those matters are always resolved by Bu Qingyun in a few words.

Today, Bu Qingyun took Xiao Yang to visit the Meng family.

It was because of a case that involved the Meng family.

"My lord." Master Meng licked his face, he was much smarter than Meng Liang, nodded and said, "Your arrival will make the humble house flourish."

It is said to be a humble house, but in fact the house is much more majestic than Bu Qingyun's house.

Bu Qingyun also smiled: "Master Meng, you are being polite."

Saying that, Bu Qingyun winked at Xiao Yang.

In the final analysis, King Yan and his party were looking for evidence that Meng Zhe connived at relatives' corruption.

This is something that each of them knows well, maintaining the superficial calm, but fighting a war without gunpowder in private.

After inquiring about the case, Bu Qingyun and him flirted with each other, and the sun went down.

Half an hour has passed.

Xiao Yang has not appeared in the lobby yet.

Knowing in his heart that Xiao Yang must be safe and sound, Bu Qingyun's palm holding the teacup was sweating unknowingly, he smiled calmly: "Master Meng, your tea is really delicious."

Master Meng seemed to have gotten something interesting, and the hidden arrogance couldn't help but flow out: "My lord, this tea is Yuqian Longjing that Xiaomin has treasured for many years."

"Good tea." Bu Qingyun smiled slightly.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Meng chattered endlessly: "Longjing tea before the rain is the Longjing tea picked before the rain. Generally speaking, the climate has a great influence on the quality of Longjing tea."

Hearing Xiange's elegance, Bu Qingyun let out an "oh" and looked interested: "Could it be that Mr. Meng is proficient in tea art?"

"I don't dare to be proficient." Master Meng smiled with deep creases on his face.

But after getting along for half an hour, they revealed a little bit of their nature.

"In the spring tea season, the higher the temperature, the lower the quality of the tea, and vice versa. The Longjing tea is bounded by the Qingming Festival. The price of tea before the Qingming Festival will always be much higher. Xiaomin often thinks that maybe tea also has a soul. I don’t know when my own value can rise to the highest level.” As soon as Master Meng said this, he suddenly changed the subject, “Haha, what you think is so absurd, my lord, just listen to it.”

These twists and turns, Bu Qingyun doesn't like to play, but it's not like he doesn't understand.

The implication of this is, Bu Qingyun, be smart and be aware of current affairs.

Bu Qingyun's smile suddenly subsided, and he lowered his head and took a sip of tea.

The taste is sweet and mellow, and the tea color is emerald green and yellow. Even in Bianjing, I only drank it in Qingfengyuan.

"That's wrong." Bu Qingyun shook his folding fan suddenly, put the teacup on the table and made a bang, he laughed, "If tea leaves are really alive, I'm afraid it's based on the idea of ​​being able to live every day. The idea is not to die early and be reborn early."

The vernacular, but it made people speechless for a while.

After a while, a familiar silver mask suddenly appeared in the corner of his eyes, and Bu Qingyun's almond eyes were filled with watery light, emitting a joyful radiance.

Xiao Yang's perfect body was outlined in black clothes, his fingers were relaxed, and his whole body was filled with a relaxed atmosphere.

This is Bu Qingyun's observation of Xiao Yang's body movements after being with Xiao Yang for many days.

Bu Qingyun smiled suddenly: "I will take my leave first."

Master Meng's demeanor visibly weakened with the naked eye, and Bu Qingyun, who had good hearing, could hear the shortness of breath of the person beside him, and his smile became more obvious.

Walking calmly, he walked to Xiao Yang who was quietly parked in front of the door. Bu Qingyun turned his head sideways and slanted behind Master Meng.

"Let's go."

"Meng Gong, hurry up and see off the two distinguished guests!" Master Meng said eagerly.

"Yes." The man who had been silent as if he was a transparent person bowed his head.

When he was about to go out, Bu Qingyun's shoulder was suddenly bumped.

"My lord, please forgive me." It was Meng Gong who bumped into Bu Qingyun.

And Meng Gong was kneeling tremblingly, his whole person was very humble.

Bu Qingyun frowned slightly and said, "Get up."

"Thank you sir."

After leaving the mansion, Bu Qingyun spread out his palm, and a crumpled piece of paper lay quietly in the palm of his hand.

"Have you gained anything?" Bu Qingyun stuffed the paper ball into Xiao Yang's hand.

"Yes." Xiao Yang said.

Spread out the piece of paper, and neatly written on it: "I can help you."

"Heh." The thick eyebrows under Xiao Yang's mask raised coldly, his slender fingers tore up the paper, and stuffed the pieces back into Bu Qingyun's hands.

Meng Gong.

That night, Meng Gong's life was dictated to the ears of Xiao Yang and Bu Qingyun.

Unexpectedly, Meng Gong was not a domestic servant, but Master Meng's concubine.

His mother was not favored in the family, and she was tortured by wives and concubines since she was a child, even her own father didn't pay much attention to him, beat and scolded him on weekdays, and treated him like a servant.

The most ruthless bully is none other than Meng Liang, the eldest son of the Meng family.

And some time ago, Meng Gong's mother was actually pushed into the lake, and died from then on.

After hearing these words, Meng Gong's choice didn't seem so elusive.

"It's also pitiful." Bu Qingyun sighed, "Father doesn't like it, mother doesn't fight, brother doesn't respect brother."

Xiao Yang's expression remained unchanged, and he said coldly, "Go find him."

"Yes." A dark guard disappeared into the room without a sound.

-

With Meng Gong's intervention, the act of collecting Meng Zhe's criminal evidence became smoother.

Half a month later, although there was no direct evidence of Meng Zhe's corruption, the truth about County Magistrate Ye was found out.

Under the connivance of Prime Minister Meng, the Meng family deceived the upper and lower for the disaster of the village.

Although it cannot be used as evidence to overthrow Prime Minister Meng, it can be regarded as a fruitful result to discredit Prime Minister Meng's reputation among the people.

Fuya, court.

"My lord." Bu Qingyun sat on the teacher's chair, resting his chin with one hand, smiled and said to Xiao Yang, "When are you going back?"

When he said this, Bu Qingyun felt sweet and sour in his heart for a moment.

Sweet is understandable, through Xiao Yang's hands, the Meng family's local snake was properly eradicated.

Feeling sour, Bu Qingyun poked his cheek with the end of the folding fan.

Maybe it's because the place of life is unfamiliar, and the familiar people are leaving?

Xiao Yang sat on the grand teacher's chair next to him, looking upright.

He didn't answer immediately.

"Huh?" Bu Qingyun's tone rose slightly, showing some doubts.

"Do you want to go back to Beijing?" Xiao Yang was wrong.

"I don't want to." Bu Qingyun replied reflexively.

"Yeah." Xiao Yang hooked his lips slightly, revealing an arc that looked like a smile, "Why, do you think it's easy for you to be in Tong County?"

"..." Bu Qingyun stared at Xiao Yang's knowing appearance, and suddenly had the illusion of being pierced through his mind.

That's right.

The reason why Bu Qingyun dreamed of going out to the outside world was entirely based on a conceited mental state.

Hang down and rule.

This is the goal Bu Qingyun set for himself with his inflated confidence.

"What does this mean?" Unable to figure out Xiao Yang's thoughts, Bu Qingyun's always smiling face suddenly sank, he leaned back on the chair in a decadent manner, and yawned lazily.

He is not a heroic figure who has endless fun fighting against the sky, the earth and the people.

Although arrogant, he is not always competing with others.

To this day, I still regret why I took the imperial examination under Xue Wuyi's showing off and the old man's instigation?

Yawn after another.

Ever since I came to Tong County, I have been vigilant all the time.

Either he was dealing with a case that came to him, or he was always on guard against Mr. Meng's movements, and by the way, he couldn't sleep at night, for fear that there would be another terrifying scene of snakes crawling around the house.

Moreover, there was a very tricky and important person by his side.

They can get along with each other and have a good temper, but after all, it is just a cooperative relationship, a friendship relationship.

When dealing with ordinary friends, Bu Qingyun naturally doesn't have to greet them with a smile all the time.

But who added a layer of noble status to this person, with such a huge disparity in status, Bu Qingyun had to laugh.

Bu Qingyun is born with smiling eyes, even if his lips are not curled up, but in such a tired Tong County, sometimes it is a burden to laugh.

The weather has been hot lately, and it's really drowsy.

Another yawn.

Tears welled up in the eyes.

Bu Qingyun blinked hard, his eyelash feathers fluttered, filled with a layer of water droplets.

"But it's easier than being in Bianjing." Bu Qingyun smiled again, "I've worked hard in Tong County for a year or two, and maybe I'll be liberated."

No matter how naive he is, he knows that the muddy waters in Bianjing cannot be navigated.

Bu Qingyun didn't know that when he laughed when he was tired, his eyes would be very shallow and fake.

Xiao Yang said many times: "Don't laugh."

Nai He's tone was too indifferent.

Bu Qingyun always laughed even worse, and said poorly: "What's wrong? Do you want me to cry?"

Gentle breeze.

Staring at Bu Qingyun's slightly sleepy eyebrows, Xiao Yang seemed to be infected by this laziness, and felt a kind of tiredness from the bottom of his heart.

Really boring.

This tiredness was swept away in an instant, and in an instant Xiao Yang was His Royal Highness King Yan who was always full of fighting power: "Do you want to go back to Beijing?"

"I don't want to." Again firmly.

Xiao Yang suddenly raised the corners of his lips: "This king will give you a promotion."

Bu Qingyun's face sank suddenly, and the tiredness on his face was swept away, and he smiled again: "Thanks to the great love, Xiaosheng deserves it."

"Heh." Xiao Yang showed the familiar sarcasm again, with a domineering expression that made Bu Qingyun hate it, "You have no choice."

Bu Qingyun was still laughing: "What will happen if I refuse?"

"Nothing."

The smile sank instantly, and Bu Qingyun said: "I don't want to go."

Xiao Yang was unreasonable: "What does it have to do with me?"

Bu Qingyun suddenly stood up from the grand teacher's chair, a cold snort escaped from the corner of his lips, and when his eyelids were raised, the pupils of his eyes were like a pool of calm water.

Ever since he met Xiao Yang, Bu Qingyun has always been calm and unhurried, and after careful study, it seems a bit of a soft persimmon.

Except for principled issues, the rest of the time is easy to talk about.

However, at this moment, the Wang Chunshui in Bu Qingyun's eyes seemed to have condensed into ice, which could not be regarded as cold to the bone, but it finally had a fixed shape.

He said: "As far as I know, officials released from the Liang Dynasty have a three-year term of office before they can be promoted. As for the dismissal, it will only be more than five months. My lord, what do you want to do? "

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