I am the poor scholar

Bu Qingyun started a cold war with Xiao Yang.

It's not necessarily the Cold War, it seems to have returned to the moment when we first met.

Meet hypocritically, say hello.

Even if they are in the same space, they still keep a polite smile.

If Bu Qingyun doesn't take the initiative to start a conversation, Xiao Yang doesn't know how to find a topic.

Miss Yueyue finally stayed in Tong County.

According to what she said: "That man looked at you with cold eyes, I suspect that you will not live long, son, so I will accept the money, and there will be a period later!"

Bu Qingyun: Heh, woman.

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Bianjing is full of traffic.

King Yan transferred Bu Qingyun to Bianjing, but did not give him an official position.

Bu Qingyun is dressed in white again.

After talking about the past with Lianxiang and others, Bu Qingyun went to Luming's study for a stroll.

When the Shaodong family saw him, it was as if they had seen their ancestors, and eagerly brought Bu Qingyun tea water: "My lord, you really live up to your name, I'm afraid you're going to rise to the top."

He rubbed his hands again and said, "What about "The Domineering Prince and Pretty Langjun" that you wrote, the sales volume has been booming for half a year, can you spare some time and write more?"

He asked cautiously.

Not really.

In just seven or eight months, from being the number one scholar to returning to Beijing, doesn't this mean that Dapeng will spread his wings and rise to the top?

Writing story books, such as cultivating sentiments, can only be done in spare time from busy schedules.

Bu Qingyun smiled, turned the tea cup and said: "Okay, I will try it in the next few days."

-

Yan Wangfu.

Bu Qingyun couldn't see the game above the court, but Xiao Yang was in the vortex, but he felt it clearly.

Meng Zhe's situation has not been very good in the past few days.

In the courtroom under the watchful eyes of everyone, Xiao Yang brought the confession of the elite leader, and Mr. Meng drew the charges against him.

Although Meng Che killed the fox and pretended to be the tiger's prestige, the fox's evil deeds also depended on the tiger's prestige.

There is also a saying that the upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked. If the prime minister is upright, how can he allow his own family to fish for the common people?

At that time, Meng Che's face was pale, and with the support of his party members behind him, he was finally punished with ten years' salary in three months of claustrophobia.

Huo Jiangqing's violent temper made him realize that he was being fooled, and with a majestic whip dance, with Xiao Yang's acquiescence, he beat Meng Zhe to the ground.

But now, Meng Zhe's decline is a certainty.

Xiao Yang waved his hand to repel the flattering Chu Ciyun.

After the business is done, personal matters come to mind.

"How is Bu Qingyun?" Xiao Yang asked casually.

"Young Master Bu plays games every day, and he doesn't do any special moves." Chu Cihe replied respectfully.

"En." Xiao Yang closed his eyelids.

Closing his eyes, the picture of Bu Qingyun hugging the woman that day appeared in front of his eyes.

"Heh." Xiao Yang raised half of the corners of his lips, drawing a sneering arc.

-

Bu Qingyun returned to Beijing for more than half a month, visited friends whom he hadn't seen for a long time one by one, and had a few rounds of hand-to-hand talks with Duan Huaiming, Mr. Duan, refused to be Duan Huaiming's son-in-law, and embarked on the process of sweeping the top ten restaurants in Bianjing by playing mahjong and Pai Gow.

The watery moonlight poured down, Bu Qingyun lay on the bed and suddenly raised his eyelids.

Short of breath, Bu Qingyun's misty eyes gradually gained focus.

His slender fingers gradually grasped the brocade quilt under him.

The bones creaked and creaked.

The scene in the dream echoed endlessly in his mind.

"Hey, are you interested in liking men?" The voice sounded very solemn.

That was Xiao Yang's voice.

The most important thing is that he actually dreamed that he kissed Xiao Yang!

Kiss Xiao Yang!

It was as if hot water had been poured into the chest cavity, and it was hot and dense.

Bu Qingyun's cheeks were burning red.

How is this going?

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Xiao Yang looked at the gunpowder collected in front of him.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

The maidservant whose books had been confiscated knelt down, her head almost invisible, as if she wanted to crawl into a crack in the ground to express her repentance.

"My lord..."

"Say." Xiao Yang was not as angry as the maid imagined, but subconsciously felt that he wanted to cut off this phenomenon.

Xiao Yang, Yun Hua.

Xiao Yang, Yun Huan.

This bright and undisguised name can almost be said to have ignored the royal family.

"I bought it from Luming Study..."

"Check." Xiao Yang said indifferently, "Check the author, check the script, buy it out."

"Yes."

sunny.

Xiao Yang looked up at the unpretentious courtyard: "Miss Qinghe is here?"

The author of the script is Miss Qinghe.

"Open the door." The people brought by Xiao Yang rushed in one after another.

Xiao Yang stepped over the threshold.

It was Bu Qingyun who hadn't seen him for a long time who came into his eyes.

I saw him sitting on a small tree, playing with the vegetables grown in the yard.

Looking at himself in surprise.

Xiao Yang's eyes were like dark clouds billowing before the rainstorm.

Miss Qinghe?

The temperature around him immediately dropped to freezing point, Xiao Yang sneered at the sense of ridicule, and chewed these four words word by word: "Miss Qinghe?"

Bu Qingyun's watering ladle fell into the ground with a bang.

Bad, going bad.

How to do?

But Bu Qingyun's mind turned quickly, and he immediately quibbled: "No, my lord, you admitted your mistake."

"Ah."

What responded to him was ruthless ridicule, and those eyes seemed to say: I'll see what you can come up with.

Bu Qingyun wiped the water from his hands on his clothes: "Miss Qinghe must be a woman, how could Xiaosheng have such a feminine name?"

"No." Bu Qingyun put an end to the problem from the root cause, "How can I write such a thing as a scholar?"

"Heh." Xiao Yang sneered, turned around abruptly, "Take it back."

"Yes."

Bu Qingyun: ...

Ok? !

-

Bu Qingyun never took the overturned car to heart, even if he occasionally thought of it, he would laugh it off.

But in reality, that's how he slapped him in the face.

Xiao Yang treated Bu Qingyun pretty well.

I found a guest room and settled down, and it was very close to Yuntao Courtyard.

equal to the distance between neighbors.

When Bu Qingyun asked, Steward Wang said with a sneer: "Mr. Bu, if you are here, it will be more convenient for our prince to find you."

Find me?

What are you looking for?

Bu Qingyun's head was very confused.

For a moment, he even forgot that he was in a cold war with Xiao Yang.

Stand up and go to Xiao Yang to ask for clarification.

"Eh..." Steward Wang quickly stood in front of Bu Qingyun, blocking his steps, "My lord, you also know that your matter..."

To be honest, Butler Wang was still skeptical about that script.

How could a person like Mr. Bu, who is as cool and bright as the moon, write such unworthy words?It's still about Yun Huan.

Thinking of this, Steward Wang persuaded him earnestly: "Old man, I definitely believe you, but my lord...you should calm down first, my lord. My lord also values ​​you by allowing you to live in the palace."

"..." Bu Qingyun looked at the conscientious housekeeper, speechless.

Bu Qingyun raised his head, let out a breath as the breeze blew through his skirt.

"It's so beautiful." The cold war had just entered the warm-up stage, and seeing that the two were about to become strangers, a single conversation successfully interrupted the cold war.

"Hehe, of course it's wonderful." A sharp voice came from the door.

The smell of fat and powder was blown into the nasal cavity along the wind.

Bu Qingyun saw a beauty.

That beauty encompasses all the colors in the world, and the creator put a little cinnabar on his brows, which added a different color to this beauty.

Bu Qingyun instantly understood his identity.

The little girl alluded to in the script.

Yun Huan.

"Chu Ciyun, go back." Steward Wang snapped.

"Butler Wang." The beauty bit her lower lip with her white teeth, making a pitiful look, "He, who is he?"

Butler Wang twisted his white beard, and his tone suddenly became severe: "Go back!"

Bu Qingyun intuitively felt that this person must have misunderstood him.

But for some reason, seeing this man's face, Bu Qingyun suddenly thought of Xiao Yang.

When I contacted Xiao Yang, I thought of the sentence: "Are you interested in liking men?"

Bu Qingyun's eye muscles twitched uncontrollably, of course he wasn't interested!When did you hear that?

And how could he kiss Xiao Yang? !

"I won't go back!" the beauty raised her chin stubbornly, staring at Bu Qingyun provocatively and said, "Tell me, who are you?"

When this man was speaking, there was a crystal clear water in his beautifully shaped peach eyes, which would never fall.

It's just that Bu Qingyun doesn't like men, and I'm afraid he will feel pity in his heart, and he sighs, it's a pity that this face grows on men.

"I'm Bu Qingyun." Bu Qingyun took the initiative to answer his question.

"It's you?" Chu Ciyun blinked, his curled eyelashes stained with tears, "Are you the number one scholar?"

Bu Qingyun nodded.

"That's good." Chu Ciyun thought beautifully.

Since he is the champion, he will definitely not compete with himself for the prince.

"Then I'll go." Now that he knew that the other party was no threat, Chu Ciyun relaxed his hostility towards him.

Chu Ciyun turned around quickly, took the small porridge from the maid behind him, and happily went to warm Xiao Yang.

A bowl of porridge every day, since the lord has not taken concubines, married wives, or found intercourse for so long, then he must like men!

You still have a chance!

Seeing this beauty coming and going like the wind, Bu Qingyun asked in confusion, "What's going on? Who is he?"

Steward Wang knew that Chu Ciyun's skin was deceptive, so he quickly explained to him: "My lord, don't be fooled by him. He is a man who cares about every detail and must pay for it. He is greedy for money and loves vanity. To seduce the lord, without looking at his identity."

"Butler, can you stop for a moment?" Bu Qingyun didn't bother to listen to other people's evaluation of Yun Huan, so as not to leave a preconceived impression on himself, "Who is he?"

"Oh!" Butler Wang remembered that Bu Qingyun didn't know Chu Ciyun's identity, and hurriedly explained, "The prince has a guard named Chu Cifeng, who unfortunately died. Before he died, he asked the prince to bring his brother back. , No, this is the current Chu Ciyun."

"His name is Chu Ciyun?"

"Yes."

"Where did he come from?" Bu Qingyun asked tentatively.

"..." Butler Wang hesitated for a moment. He didn't want to say it at first, but Qingyun's image was too good. The butler lowered his voice and said, "It's Qingfengyuan."

Also fearing that Bu Qingyun might misunderstand Xiao Yang, Steward Wang said again: "But our prince is a decent person, the reason why we brought him back is only because of Chu Cifeng."

"Our prince absolutely doesn't like men!"

"..."

Because of the housekeeper's superfluous explanation, Bu Qingyun suddenly had a strange idea in his heart.

Why does it feel like you're trying to explain it to me?

explain to me what to doWhat does the prince have to do with me?

Why is he really looking for a little girl to do anything to me?

The thought crazily filled his mind.

Bu Qingyun suddenly felt a sense of contradiction and discomfort in his heart.

what's the problem?

Bu Qingyun narrowed his eyes.

Suddenly, I recalled what the dark guard had said in my mind.

Then contact Xiao Yang's performance when Yueyue hugged her...

"That's not right." Bu Qingyun muttered to himself.

The prince also said such stupid things as "you must die alone".

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