I am the poor scholar

Under Xiao Yang's soft eyelash feathers, the amber color reflected the skylight, firm and unquestionable.

"This king said so, so it is."

The air flow is unusually slow.

That tiredness made people tired but it was only a flash in the pan, Bu Qingyun suddenly smiled and said: "I am extremely honored."

He took a deep breath, and his restless heart suddenly fell to the ground.

After leaving the one-acre three-point land in Changsha, there were really many things that caught me off guard.

Ideal is full, the reality is very skinny.

Since stepping into Bianjing, I have never returned on the road of derailment.

Bu Qingyun opened his mouth slightly, and the tip of his tongue licked the upper row of teeth.

But in an instant, the tiredness was swept away, and the young man's emotional ups and downs were as exciting as a roller coaster, as if a raging fire was ignited in his chest at this moment.

Bianjing can always teach Bu Qingyun a lot of truths.

Ah no, the lesson this time should come from Xiao Yang.

Bu Qingyun liked Chuang Tzu's "Xiaoyaoyou" the most.

The word "Xiaoyao", every stroke is a heart-pounding pen and ink.

Bu Qingyun squinted at Xiao Yang and said: "I dare you, may I ask the prince for a promise?"

Xiao Yang cherishes words like gold: "Say."

"Although I don't know what use the lower official has to the prince, if the value of the lower official disappears, can the lower official be allowed to leave the officialdom?" Bu Qingyun laughed.

Bu Qingyun thought that this was a promise that would benefit Xiao Yang but not harm him.

An abnormal promotion is already eye-catching.

Using his brain that has studied the storybooks, it is not difficult to guess that Xiao Yang is profitable.

When the value of his own use disappears, he should be able to completely escape from the quagmire of Bianjing.

King Yan's character, according to his observation these days, Bu Qingyun can still be trusted.

What's intriguing is that Bu Qingyun's promise, which he believed to be beneficial but not harmful, caused Xiao Yang to think for a while.

"What's wrong?" Bu Qingyun asked, "I think this request is not too much."

"Okay." Xiao Yang closed his eyelids, and when he opened them, his brows and eyes were sharp again, "I promise you."

-

Time flies, Bu Qingyun's county magistrate seems a little leisurely.

Except for the occasional need to deal with Mr. Meng who came to the door to criticize.

The reason why Mr. Meng caused trouble to the village was not only because of Meng Zhe's official authority, but also because he had the courage to sneak around.

I don't know if they underestimated Bu Qingyun and others, but Xiao Yang and others found out one after another.

A game you know and I know, a game spread out in the sun.

The streets are brightly lit like daylight, even if they are oppressed again, the people of the Li people will naturally seek a little peace in the cracks.

Bu Qingyun shuttled through the crowd, and just now he and Mr. Meng's drunkenness left the restaurant, and immediately returned to normal levels.

Footsteps are vain, staggering and staggering along the crowded crowd.

"Hey!" The wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone, and the thin callus was pierced into the skin because of the man's force.

The wrist was pulled hard by someone, and the body tilted there unconsciously with inertia.

Darkness replaced light, and silence replaced noise.

Cramped and narrow alleys.

"Who?" Bu Qingyun blushed, but subconsciously turned his head to look.

The sharp and chiseled face seemed to be full of anger, and the sharp eyebrows were raised into displeased arcs, which became more and more calm and majestic in the shadows.

Xu Shi was drunk with courage, his mouth was smiling in an inappropriate manner, and his neat big white teeth reflected the luster.

Although he is the number one scholar but he likes to smile and show his teeth, Bu Qingyun suddenly leaned forward, put his hands on the wall and encircled Xiao Yang in his arms.

Two men of similar height eye-to-eye, one man's eyes are hazy with drunkenness, and his smile is always the sweetest.

The other man looked cold, as if he was watching some drama.

However, the redness of the ears revealed that this person was not as calm as he appeared on the surface.

This is a relatively weak position.

Xiao Yang didn't panic, not at all.

What can a man who falls asleep drunk really do?

Even if you do it, you are taking advantage of yourself.

"Hello." Bu Qingyun is really a typical representative of telling the truth after drinking, "What value do I have for you? Tell me."

When he said this, he purposely approached Xiao Yang's cochlea.

He didn't know how to measure properly, the distance inevitably got a little closer, and the wine-stained lips inadvertently brushed against Xiao Yang's auricle.

"Huh?" Apparently Bu Qingyun also felt it, lowered his head out of curiosity, and put his forehead against Xiao Yang's cheek.

"Say." Bu Qingyun turned his face sideways.

All the hot air exhaled towards Xiao Yang's side face, instantly occupied the air and wrapped around Xiao Yang's ears.

The resolute King Yan seems to be particularly simple in this respect.

The heat suddenly spread from the ears to the cheeks, as if a flame was burning on the cheeks.

Xiao Yang tensed every inch of his nerves, his fists covered in the shadows were bulging with veins.

"Is there anything you can't say?" Bu Qingyun, who was drunk, chattered endlessly, quite stubborn to break the casserole and ask the end.

Xiao Yang's breathing was a little short, and his heart was pounding.

As if feeling that he was at a disadvantage, Xiao Yang raised his head deliberately: "This king said so."

"Huh? When?" Bu Qingyun's eyelids drooped slightly due to drunkenness, and it was at this angle that the protruding Adam's apple on Xiao Yang's neck came into view suddenly.

The wine in the restaurant was too strong, as if it could squeeze out the moisture in the human body, Bu Qingyun licked his dry lips with the tip of his tongue.

I want to drink water.

"..." Xiao Yang remained silent.

when you are drunk.

Are you interested in liking men?

"Say." Bu Qingyun refused to let go, and suddenly lost his sense of propriety when he was drunk.

This is called an uptick. Love.

Every time a word is said, the lips stick to the pinna: "When, you say it."

There was a violent storm in my mind.

Xiao Yang was angry, lowered his voice and shouted: "Don't say it!"

"Why don't you say it?"

In the silent alley, the sound of rubble being stepped on suddenly came from above.

This sound seemed to hit Xiao Yang's heart, or a gust of wind blew past Xiao Yang's embarrassment.

After calming down as quickly as possible, Bu Qingyun, who Xiao Yang was about to remind, also calmed down.

Bu Qingyun is born with sensitive five senses.

Withdrew his arms and picked in his sleeves, Bu Qingyun found a lot of things.

The corners of Xiao Yang's lips twitched.

Small sleeves hide a big universe.

Drugs, drugs, and many small tricks made by Bu Qingyun.

When a man goes out, he must protect himself.

Bu Qingyun was drunk and his IQ was still online, so he quickly checked the Xiujian.

The two walked out of the alley.

Those people must have scruples.

Walking in the busy city, Bu Qingyun was still smiling.

The two walked side by side, compared to Xiao Yang's calm and steady steps, Bu Qingyun looked extremely frivolous.

The stamina brought by the fine wine is like tarsal maggots sticking to Bu Qingyun.

Bu Qingyun's mind is not clear.

As soon as Xiao Yang was blown by the wind, the ambiguity that had been forcibly aroused suddenly dissipated.

Bu Qingyun was still in a state of drunkenness, secretly delighted that the "killer weapon" he had hidden for a long time was finally able to be used, and poured a ladle of water on his face.

The ice and fire collided fiercely, and the flush was quickly dispelled. Bu Qingyun immediately reached out and wiped off the water droplets on his face.

He couldn't stop panting, the air gulped into his mouth, and his chest heaved violently.

The alcoholism was finally subdued a little.

Xiao Yang threw the ladle into the water tank, found an ingot of silver and slapped it on the table, and said to the shopkeeper, "Thank you."

It is sparsely populated and remote.

The cold moonlight brings a sense of desolation.

The outskirts at night are extremely suitable for fighting, with a wide view and flat terrain.

Xiao Yang's hidden guards showed up one after another, and a dozen people formed a protective circle around Xiao Yubu.

The assassins were pitch-black, all of them were tall and burly, and they seemed to be dispatched by an elite force.

It's like two armies facing each other, the momentum is indistinguishable.

Both sides are waiting and watching, as if wondering how to seize the opportunity.

Just when the atmosphere was deadlocked, someone broke the silence——

"Hahahaha! Bu Qingyun! Today next year will be your death day!" Meng Liang's appearance is always accompanied by ridiculous remarks.

Bu Qingyun, who was mostly drunk from the cold wind in the suburbs, was fearless in the face of danger, with a smile on his handsome face.

Turning out the folding fan that was handy, the fan surface opened with a swipe, and the fan's wind intensified, as if to fan away the alcohol.

"Mr. Meng, you and I have no grievances, why bother?"

Judging by the number of people, it is obvious that Xiao Yang's side is at a disadvantage.

Bu Qingyun doesn't advocate beating, killing and killing, and there is no need to use force if things can be solved with words.

The enemy loves to talk and loves to be garrulous, Meng Liang and Mr. Meng, give in to Qingyun and see the light.

Not surprisingly, Meng Liang is very talkative.

"Bu Qingyun! How dare you say it!" Meng Liangyi was filled with indignation, as if Bu Qingyun had picked up his ancestral grave, "You once had someone beat me up! Have you forgotten?!"

Once a person's anger is ignited, the eloquent skill will be activated automatically.

Meng Liang lived up to Bu Qingyun's expectations. "My son, do you remember! When you die, I will peel your skin and pick your bones! I will also prevent you from being reborn forever! I will let you stay with lonely souls and wild ghosts for the rest of your life! I will let thousands of people ride on thousands of pillows!" You bitch! By the way! Wait until my uncle ascends the throne! I'm going to kill all your family members!"

Bu Qingyun's face was as cold as frost, and a scolding resounded through the countryside: "Shut up!"

The lingering sound echoed.

"Shut up! Shut up! You deserve it too!" Meng Liang was still baring his teeth and claws, revealing the venomous juice, "I tell you!"

"Master! It's time to do it." The elite leader beside Meng Liang bowed his head as if he couldn't bear it anymore.

"He can't escape! Coward!" Meng Liang yelled louder and louder. Finally, he held his head up like alms, "Bu Qingyun, what is your last word?"

The ink in the pupils surged, and Bu Qingyun's anger rose to an unprecedented height.

He sneered, "Come here."

"Come here!" Meng Liang boasted that he had the chance to win.

"Master..."

"Mother-in-law! Coward!" Meng Liang blocked the elite leader's words with seven words.

Bu Qingyun's eyes darkened, staring closely at Meng Liang's face.

Meng Liang raised his head so that he could see his nostrils, so arrogant.

step.

two steps.

……

There were still seven steps to reach the side of the dark guard, and the elite leader had no choice but to grab Meng Liang's arm: "Young master, let's talk here."

"Hmph! Coward!" Meng Liang angrily shook off the elite leader's hand, striding forward almost to run towards Bu Qingyun.

The dark guard took the initiative to bypass Meng Liang.

What a hopelessly stupid young master.

Meng Liang pressed on every step, with arrogance, arrogance and madness, as if he was sure that Bu Qingyun would not kill him.

After all, they are surrounded by the elite of the Meng family.

If he is smart, he should kill himself and apologize, maybe he can save his dog's life.

"puff--"

The sharp blade resolutely pierced through Meng Liang's chest, spattering Bu Qingyun's body with blood.

The exquisite texture of brocade clothes adds a touch of gorgeousness.

"You...you..." The man who was stabbed in the chest held the blade tightly with both hands, breathing suddenly and violently,

Suddenly, it seemed as if someone had grabbed his throat tightly and couldn't breathe.

Bu Qingyun drew out the blade, the blade was stained with blood, and the blood dripped down.

"I am the head of Tong County, why not kill mobs and evil people?"

mob.

Attempt to kill the county magistrate.

evil people.

Running rampant in the countryside, bullying men and women, committing adultery and committing crimes, committing all kinds of crimes.

for the wicked.