I am the poor scholar

The reason for coming to Jiangning Mansion was Han Yuming's invitation besides the things asked by his father.

In Han Yuming's letter, he said that Jiang Ning's son had a banquet in the Drum Tower, which was considered acquaintance. Fortunately, Bianjing had someone to take care of him and invited Bu Qingyun to attend.And it was mentioned at the end that maybe you can listen in at the Imperial College.

Bu Qingyun readily agreed to the appointment.

Bu Qingyun didn't have much thought about being taken care of in Bianjing, and he didn't think much about the quota of auditors. After all, he came to Jiangning Mansion with the mentality of having fun, and enjoying the beautiful scenery of Jiangning and Changsha by the way.

"Dongli, you're here." When Han Yuming found Bu Qingyun in Zuixianju, he rejected a woman who posted up, sat next to Bu Qingyun and said, "Is there anything on the way?"

Bu Qingyun, the word Dongli.

Zuixianju is a well-known romantic place in Jiangning Prefecture.

Most of the women among them are performing arts but not selling themselves...?

No, it depends on how much money you have.

For example, now, seeing Bu Qingyun's extravagant spending, many "clean men" who are performing arts but not selling themselves are sticking to Bu Qingyun's side, pouring wine, or playing the piano, using eighteen martial arts to attract Bu Qingyun's attention.

I listened to a song with my eyes closed, and the soft words of Wu Nong from the girls in my ears sounded like a cat’s paws scratching someone’s heart. Bu Qingyun’s head full of complaints about the word "marriage" finally faded away a little. .

Bu Qingyun opened his eyes slightly, looked at his friend beside him, and said with a smile: "Nothing happened, it's just..."

As soon as His Highness King Yan was mentioned, Bu Qingyun felt that his teeth were grinding again.

Immediately stopped and said: "It's okay, just with..."

Master Jingyi had a good chat?

more angry.

Simply keep silent.

Han Yuming's indigo brocade clothes stood still in the midst of the charming laughter of many girls, as if the competition in front of him was just a breeze and a bright moon, and he could write a poem at any time.

And this Mr. Han, who is quite a gentleman, is staring at the strings played by the slender hands with warm eyebrows.

Bu Qingyun was well aware of his friend's nature, seeing Han Yuming frowning, he cast a sidelong glance at the girl playing the piano, and smiled with his cheek: "What's wrong? Which note did this girl play wrong?"

As if in response to this sentence, the strings of the qin were suddenly cut off, and the strings were stained red with blood.

Han Yuming turned his head helplessly and said with a smile, "Now, you also know."

Bu Qingyun felt sorry for the fragrance and cherished the jade, found a small denomination bank note, and said: "Buy some good medicine and wipe it off, it won't look good if a girl has a scar."

Afterwards, he waved his hand to make all the women retreat completely. Bu Qingyun felt that Master Jingyi's words were becoming more and more absurd, so he took a sip of tea and kept the matter of meeting King Yan at Jiming Temple in his heart.

Best kept in memory!Never remember!

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With Han Yuming, a native of Jiangning, as company, Bu Qingyun lived comfortably in Jiangning. The scenery different from Changsha all attracted Bu Qingyun's attention.

Tomorrow is the banquet at the Drum Tower, Bu Qingyun and Han Yuming are fishing today.

On the emerald green Qinhuai River, a black-covered boat swayed, and a fishing line moved. The young man sitting by the fishing rod immediately opened his eyes and saw that there was nothing there.

The young man put the hook back, folded his hands leisurely, and closed his eyes slightly.

As the slanting rain drifted down, the young people on the black-covered boat did not go in to hide, and there was nothing to hide.

The awning boat was moving slowly, and Bu Qingyun listened to Han Yuming talking about the customs of Jiangning.

Just a few days is not enough to have fun.

The two chatted one after another, and when Han Yuming occasionally talked about the Jiangning magistrate who had resigned a few days ago, Bu Qingyun's eyelids moved and he was a little concerned.

"Why did you resign?"

Han Yuming looked at the fishhook protruding into the water, without raising his head, he said, "Greedy ink."

He vaguely remembered that the prefect of Jiangning was famous for his incorruptibility, Bu Qingyun curled his lips in sarcasm.

It turned out to be fake.

"It's true that it's true in person." Bu Qingyun asked again, "Who found out?"

Han Yuming took up the line, looked at the empty hook, turned his head and said, "I don't know."

Bu Qingyun lost interest.

Who knew that Han Yuming suddenly lowered his voice, and approached, "There are rumors that King Yan did it."

The emperor was young, and King Yan was the backbone of the capital.

How did you come to the small Jiangning Mansion?

With a sudden heartbeat and a flash in his eyes, Bu Qingyun began to take up the thread.

no fish.

Standing up, he took the oar from the boatman again. While paddling, Bu Qingyun tilted his head and said with a nonchalant smile: "It's not the right season! Brother Han and I will go fishing again next summer!"

Sunlight poured into the pupils, making them brighter and brighter.

Seeing that he made it clear that he didn't care or care, Han Yuming smiled gently: "It's just groundless, I can't believe it."

Enjoy and play, Bu Qingyun's purpose here is very clear - to play.

The banquet at the Drum Tower put an end to Bu Qingyun's "play" in Jiangning Mansion.

On a sunny day, Bu Qingyun and Han Yuming went to the capital of the country - Bianjing together.

Unfortunately, on the day of departure, something happened at Han Yuming's house, and Han Yuming had no choice but to postpone the date of entering Beijing.

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Along the way, Bu Qingyun's clothes thickened little by little, and when he arrived in Bianjing, Feixue fell quietly.

Stepping down from the car, Bu Qingyun's dark pupils reflected the snow, turning his brocade clothes into cotton clothes from south to north, seeing the snow falling on his collar, Bu Qingyun smiled.

Bu Qingyun from the south is still very rare towards snow, and spread his hands to watch the snowflakes fall on his palms.

The texture of the snowflakes was carefully observed, and the palm of the hand was cooler than the snowflakes. Seeing the snowflakes melted into water, Bu Qingyun smiled and rolled his almond eyes: "It's really rare."

Then he looked at this century-old capital.

The residents in the city are orderly and happy.

Occasionally, patrol teams appeared to maintain law and order in central Beijing.

Even in winter, the streets of Bianjing are still bustling with traffickers and pawns yelling in the streets and alleys.

It's so lively.

After wandering around on the bus for several days, Bu Qingyun pinched his fingers and suddenly raised his forehead. It turns out that there are still more than twenty days until the New Year's Eve.

Taking out the envelope sent by Juzi from his hometown, Bu Qingyun found the Fulai Inn under the guidance of kind people according to the information in the envelope.

"Thank you, little girl." Bu Qingyun put a candy in the palm of the little girl who showed the way.

The little girl was wearing a warm padded coat, and she took the candy, her big innocent eyes were bright: "We are here to guide you...you need to pay a copper coin."

"……"is that so?

Bu Qingyun lowered his head and saw that the little girl's face was almost fleshless, making her eyes rounder, then she lowered her head and glanced at the girl's clothes, sighing inwardly.

Bu Qingyun took a piece of broken silver, put it in the girl's palm, gave the girl all the remaining candies, pinched the little girl's hair bun and said, "Buy a warm cotton coat."

The girl lowered her head to look at the broken silver, she burst into tears, and wiped it with her sleeve, the little girl raised her head and smiled sweetly: "Thank you brother."

Fulai Inn is the place where the person who helped Bu Qingyun live with his soft hands.

When Bu Qingyun walked into the Fulai Inn, the temperature of his body warmed up a little.

The cotton padded clothes are tooth-coloured, white and clean, in the words of the waiter in the shop, the skin is tender and the flesh is tender, it looks like it was carefully raised by the family.

Looking at it again, it was a new face. In contact with the swarms of students from Beijing and China in the past few days, Xiaoer suddenly felt hesitant, and smiled and stepped forward to greet him warmly: "Guest officer, should you stay at the top or stay at the hotel?"

Bu Qingyun cut straight to the point: "Is there a son surnamed Liu coming to stay?"

"Liu?" Xiaoer was startled, pointed to the counter behind him and said, "This is our shopkeeper's, you can go and ask, guest officer."

Bu Qingyun asked repeatedly in front of the shopkeeper.

Seeing that the shopkeeper was wearing a glass mirror with a thin chain, looking through the ledger, he heard this and slowly found a package from under the counter, gave it to Bu Qingyun and said: "Give it, this is your softness, my lord."

"Where are the others?" After checking that there was nothing missing, Bu Qingyun took out the folding fan that he had missed for a long time, looked at the ink painting of plum blossoms on it, and shook it slightly when he unfolded it.

Thinking about it again, in the winter, wearing a cotton coat, but holding a folding fan to fan the wind, I am a little nervous.

Bu Qingyun closed the folding fan and beat the palm of his hand.

"Hey." The shopkeeper pushed the glass mirror, turned over a page of the account book and said, "Drinking flower wine, I accidentally got into an argument with my son, and I broke one of my son's legs, and I'm squatting in a prison."

"Really?" Bu Qingyun was puzzled, and knocked the folding fan on the counter, "He obviously has a wife at home."

The Liu family has a wife and a son, so how could they possibly have any relationship with other women.

Moreover, the two of them were studying in the same class, and they vaguely remembered that he was a loyal and honest middle-aged man.

Help Bu Qingyun take the soft money, and give it all to his wife.

"What's wrong with having a wife?" Seeing that Bu Qingyun's face was not considered mature, and he was expected to be a weak man, the shopkeeper squinted his eyes, "Love in this world, couples of gods and couples, do you know how much of it is because of men's knowledge?" Shallow? The reason why you guard the women at home is not because you haven't seen a more beautiful woman."

Bu Qingyun was thoughtful: "My parents are not."

Dad ran around all over the world, and took his mother with him for more than ten years. Didn't he still go to Dongying with him a few months ago?

The shopkeeper had some unreasonable reasoning: "That's because your mother is so good-looking."

Bu Qingyun was even more thoughtful, nodded and said: "Yes."

Liu Shi and Bu Qingyun are from the same hometown, although their friendship is almost zero, they can barely be regarded as classmates.

According to Bu Qingyun's mind after reading miscellaneous books, he was framed.

Based on the attitude of conspiracy theory, Bu Qingyun went to the prison after staying at the Fulai Inn, but returned without success.

Because he has no official position and has no kinship with the Liu family, he cannot visit the prison.

Bu Qingyun turned his gaze to the place where he drank flower wine.

Ningxiang Pavilion.

Bianjing is different from Jiangning and Changsha.

The most obvious place is the price.

Just entering the door felt like being cut off from the cold wind outside, and the warmth rushed up from the feet and spread to the whole body.

It seems to jump from cold winter to midsummer in an instant.

Immediately, there was tenderness and tenderness in the service again, and Bu Qingyun lost a tael of silver.

The author has something to say: A prodigal in a small step, starting from entering a brothel!

PS: Shuangjie!nothing will happen~

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