I am the poor scholar

Chu Ciyun was in a hurry to hold Gongdou's script, while Bu Qingyun was in the mood of just having fun.

The brain wave frequencies of the two people did not touch the same, Chu Ciyun was still hiding the needles and characters in the cotton, but Bu Qingyun came with the mentality of observing the protagonist of the storybook.

to be frank.

The fairy spirit rendered by pen and ink is really inconsistent with me.

Chu Ciyun is like a rose grown in a greenhouse. The thorns are soft and soft, but they are perverted and flamboyant. The thorns are disorderly, and they do whatever they want, immersing themselves in their own world.

Self-centered.

"My lord, you don't know that the prince gave me a few pieces of Shu brocade a while ago."

Although it was left after the prince cut the cloth.

"My lord gave me some pocket money some time ago."

That is a monthly salary.

"My lord..."

In short, it is completely inconsistent with the image of "The Domineering Prince and Pretty Man".

He has no face.If you are too charming and foolish, you are called brainless.

Common name, vase.

Malicious explicit, causing discomfort.

After Bu Qingyun communicated with him for half an hour, he suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness from the bottom of his heart.

Can't communicate!

Bu Qingyun said: "The sun is very good."

Chu Ciyun replied: "It would be even better if I could come with the prince."

"What type of lotus is it?"

"Of course I picked the prince's favorite."

"..."

Every sentence is inseparable from the prince, as if a dodder flower is attached to that person.

This prosperous face was completely wiped out by this mouth and this temperament.

It's okay if it's a woman, but this is a man!

Bu Qingyun kept smiling and said, "I suddenly remembered that I need to review my studies, so I will leave first."

walk around.Talking to this man is torture.

"Don't." Unexpectedly, Chu Ciyun's teary eyes dimmed, "Could it be that the young master thinks that he doesn't like me?"

Bu Qingyun himself was expressionless, staring at Chu Ciyun's beautiful face, he suddenly felt a chill.

Didn't he come out of Qingfengyuan?Why is it so different from Mu Feng? !

Like men, can become this kind of virtue?

Bu Qingyun was not interested in entangled with him, and said: "Whether you hit it off or not, I need to review my homework, so I will leave."

"You—" Chu Ciyun suddenly opened his eyes wide, and stretched out his hand to grab Bu Qingyun.

Bu Qingyun raised his hand to avoid it.

Chu Ciyun stomped on the spot angrily.

He could only grit his teeth and watch Bu Qingyun go away.

He came alone, maybe even if he brought someone with him, the servants of the palace would not listen to him.

In this palace, no one takes themselves seriously!

The wind was blowing under Bu Qingyun's feet, and thoughts of making a pot of porridge were circling in his mind.

This palace can't wait anymore.

On the top there is a prince who likes men, and on the bottom there is a young lady who looks at her with covetous eyes.

must go!

Pack your things when you go back!

As soon as he stepped into Yunhai courtyard, Bu Qingyun's hasty footsteps stopped suddenly, because there were several familiar guards in the courtyard.

Chucihe.

The voice of Chu Ci.

Chu Ciju.

……

Xiao Yang must be there too.

Bu Qingyun tightened and loosened his fists, and slowly put on a smile: "The prince is inside?"

Sure enough, Xiao Yang sat quietly in his room.

He still had eyebrows drawn into his temples, a very handsome face, and the word indifference appeared in his eyes.

No matter from which angle you look at it, he has nothing in common with Chu Ciyun.

Pooh!

As soon as this idea came out, Bu Qingyun cast aside in his heart, could these two be the same?

With Xiao Yang's handsome and haughty appearance, Bu Qingyun's thought that he had just confirmed yesterday was shaken for a moment.

Maybe... there are other hidden secrets?No matter from which angle you look at it, Xiao Yang is not the master who likes men!

Which man would be so vicious in front of his sweetheart!

Bu Qingyun sat calmly in front of Xiao Yang with the hope of igniting sparks among the ashes.

In order to calm his mind, Bu Qingyun poured the tea and drank it all in one gulp. The tea entered his throat, and the warm and cool liquid seemed to flow through his mouth and through his limbs.

The absurd speculation that deviated from reality finally showed signs of fading, and Bu Qingyun rolled his eyes again: "My lord, can I ask you something?"

It's such a thing.Ask first, it's done!

"Ask." Xiao Yang cherished words like gold.

"Why did you bring me to the palace?" The heart suddenly hung high, the nerves tensed again, and the palms of the hands were clenched tightly, sweat dripping out.

Xiao Yang was slightly puzzled, apparently he didn't expect Bu Qingyun to ask this question, but he pondered for a while, and answered very idealistically: "If you want to take it, then you will take it."

The sparks of hope in his heart became less and less, and Bu Qingyun asked again: "Why did you arrange for me to live in Yunhai Courtyard?"

Xiao Yang knew everything and said: "The distance is close."

It can be seen anytime and anywhere, preventing small movements.

Bu Qingyun firmly grasped the hands on his knees, under such circumstances, the lingering flames were so insignificant.

No matter how much he deceived himself and others, it would be difficult for him to tell lies with his eyes open.

This is not the most important thing.

Bu Qingyun's eyes caught Xiao Yang's handsome face instantly: "Do you like Yueyue?"

The pipe is too wide, there may be another explanation.

Bu Qingyun is always ready to put weight on the side where Xiao Yang likes Yueyue.

"No." Xiao Yang was decisive.

The weight immediately slipped from his hand to the plate where Xiao Yang liked Bu Qingyun, and one end immediately fell down.

All the parties answered so straightforwardly, and Bu Qingyun even deceived himself and others with such difficulty and obscurity.

He leaned back in the chair, put his head on his head, and closed his eyes slightly.

Calm down the monstrous waves in my heart.

Breathing gradually eased.

The whole body is peaceful, Bu Qingyun relaxes all over, paralyzed on the official hat chair.

Xiao Yang was quite patient. After the questions and answers, he sat aside indifferently.

Bu Qingyun slowly savored the feelings in his heart.

Surprise accounted for the vast majority, but after careful study, I didn't feel disgusted?

Bu Qingyun suddenly smiled.

They can all be written in Longyang dialect.

Suddenly, Bu Qingyun remembered something, raised his head slowly, looked at Xiao Yang and said: "You are really scary."

What else do you not understand?All those lonely and old age are all the result of the prince's jealousy.

Really domineering.

Terrible.

"Heh." Xiao Yang spread his thoughts under the sun, and the sarcasm was as direct as it was at the moment, "Why, you have an opinion."

"..." Bu Qingyun didn't want to speak.

Under such a big impact, Bu Qingyun only wanted to sweep the top ten restaurants in Bianjing.

Eat the most delicious food, drink the strongest wine, visit the biggest brothel, and whore the most beautiful women.When one is drunk, one will not be drunk, dream and die, and eat happily.

What are the facts of the Arabian Nights!

After talking about it, Bu Qingyun suddenly remembered something: "Can I move out? I rented a house outside."

"Heh." Xiao Yang refused without hesitation, "No."

"Tsk." Bu Qingyun collapsed back again, "I'm really upset."

"Hold on." Xiao Yang said indifferently.

Bu Qingyun watched Xiao Yang's expression carefully, and had the urge to grind his teeth again for a moment.

So, the way His Royal Highness King Yan likes people is to have a venomous tongue and a venomous tongue?

The author has something to say: today there are a lot of things during the day, make it shorter, and try to be thicker and longer tomorrow! (make a fist)