I am the poor scholar

Bu Qingyun's straightforwardness and enthusiasm made Xiao Yang astonished and embarrassed.

Drunkards are unscrupulous, no matter how sophisticated and decisive Xiao Yang is in his daily life, he is still a novice when it comes to relationships.

I just felt that a pot of water was slowly poured into my heart, and it felt warm.

Soon, the melancholy was thrown out of the sky, and when Xiao Yang raised his head, he saw Bu Qingyun's slightly drunk eyes.

The almond-shaped eyes are stained with a deep smile, which is mixed with a bit of love.

Burning and sincere.

Xiao Yang's stern eyebrows and eyes softened a lot in a flash. Fine wine can't melt it, but it is melted by this enthusiasm.

Count him acquainted.

Xiao Yang thought happily.

Bu Qingyun is sensitive to the changes in his sweetheart, and the wine makes him feel like he is in a fairyland.

The surrounding candles dimmed, only Xiao Yang's face was the brightest color.

With desire rising, his throat moved, Bu Qingyun smiled and said, "I kissed you."

Obviously the end of the sentence is slightly raised, with a slightly doubtful tone.

But as soon as the words fell, Bu Qingyun lowered his head and stamped Xiao Yang's lips.

The condescending lips are close together, a little charming.

The two were kissing, at some point Xiao Yang stood up from the seat, and the two slowly approached the bed.

Bu Qingyun pressed on step by step, suddenly clenched Xiao Yang's wrist, and pushed Xiao Yang down on the soft bed with force.

"You—" Xiao Yang Danfeng's eyes widened, as if he didn't expect to be in such a position.

Bu Qingyun spontaneously thumped on the bed, exhaled a strong smell of alcohol, looked at Xiao Yang's stunned look from top to bottom with his almond eyes.

Affectionate and affectionate.

Bu Qingyun bowed his head lightly, and printed his lips on it again.

It was the first time for both of them to dabble, and the young two could only use the most primitive gnawing, biting, and snorting, and ended with a kiss, as if they had fought a battle, and they were already out of breath.

-

The next day, the white belly of the fish gradually revealed in the sky, and Bu Qingyun drank all the hangover soup in a bowl.

He had a drink last night, but he vaguely remembered that the two of them kissed together.

"hey-hey."

"What are you laughing at?" Even if they expressed their affection to each other, Xiao Yang was still as tall as a mountain, and his brows and eyes were calm.

"I'm happy."

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Yang's earlobe was so red that he could bleed.

Bu Qingyun got off the bed joyfully, hugged Xiao Yang very naturally and kissed him.

Now he can see Xiao Yang everywhere.

Why are you so cute!

"Ridiculous!" Xiao Yang reprimanded feebly.

"Hahaha." Bu Qingyun bit Xiao Yang's earlobe without a teacher and said, "Absurd is only absurd to you."

"Shut up." Xiao Yang blushed.

"Okay." Bu Qingyun sat across from Xiao Yang with a smile, and suddenly asked tentatively, "If everything is over, can I live in seclusion?"

Bu Qingyun looked at Xiao Yang sincerely.

What he yearns for most is the kind of peach blossoms in March, where two people work together, and tomorrow's world will end.

Willful, free and easy!

He really didn't like officialdom, but he liked people in officialdom.And this person is still in a high position.

Xiao Yang's face froze, all the red in his earlobes faded, he raised his head slowly and said, "No."

Bu Qingyun's joy faded slightly, but soon, he smiled again and said: "It's okay."

-

Ever since Meng Zhe was taken into prison, the tension in the court had faded away, and some courtiers had put the treasure on Xiao Jue after the previous confrontation.

After all, Xiao Jue had a justifiable reason.For example, Huo Jiangqing.

But more, it is to remain neutral.For example Duan Huaiming.

Under Xiao Yang's help, Bu Qingyun became an official of the Imperial Academy, which was of little help to the political struggle, but it also met Bu Qingyun's wishes.

In the blink of an eye, another few months passed.

Bu Qingyun and Jinshi went outing in the same year, literati and poets like to climb mountains and travel far away, and this group of guys with ink in their bellies travels far away together.

Together, they fight poetry.

Several people recited poems and made pairs on the octagonal pavilion, climbing high and looking far away.

The grass grows and the warbler flies, and everything is full of vigor. Seeing this, one can't help but think of Guozuo of Daliang.

There is boundless pride in the heart.

All of them are high-spirited and vow to make a career.

"I will be at the top of the mountain, and I will see all the small mountains." Bu Qingyun was in a bright and cheerful mood.

"Good poetry! Good poetry!" Someone clapped his hands and sighed.

I don't know who noticed a huge stone outside the pavilion.

The boulder is in the shape of a stele, square but clean.

Someone suggested: "Why don't we carve stones here?"

Everyone wants to be famous forever.

"Yes, yes." Someone hesitated, "But we..."

Although they are all men, they really don't have the ability to engrave words on the stele.

Just when everyone was helpless and ready to leave, Bu Qingyun suddenly saw the dawn.

"Xiao—My lord!" It was Xiao Yang who appeared from a distance wearing a black gold gluttonous pattern robe.

"Brother Step—" someone whispered.

Xiao Yang has already come here Shi Shiran: "What's the matter?"

Bu Qingyun's face became more and more cheerful, seeing his sweetness filled his heart, and regardless of other people's surprise, he proposed: "We are writing poetry today, and we have the intention to engrave it here, but..."

"Yes." Xiao Yang replied immediately.

He has been with Bu Qingyun for a long time, so it is not difficult to guess what Bu Qingyun is thinking.

"Then let's get started."

Seeing that everyone was anxious, Bu Qingyun was not polite, and was the first to say: "Let me come, I will treat the prince to dinner later."

Speaking of it, I always said to invite the prince to eat fried jelly, but I never kept the promise.

The sword clanked as it was unsheathed.

Xiao Yang stood in front of the boulder, looked sideways and said, "Say!"

Bu Qingyun was full of joy.

"Dai Zong—"

Xiao Yang swung his sword sharply, and the handwriting like a silver hook painted on iron suddenly appeared on the boulder.

"--Small!"

Xiao Yang retracted his sword, and the boulder stood erect on the mountain, each lettering stood out from the boulder, the pen was sharp and vigorous, as if it could penetrate the back of the paper.

He looked back at the others and said, "Say."

"..." Someone said it hard. The prince is not a bully who treats human life like nothing, but that aura is very frightening.

……

As the sun sets over the western mountains, clouds of different shades dot the sky.

Seeing the scholars leaving one after another, the afterglow of the sunset glowed on Bu Qingyun's clear brows, and when everyone was gone, Bu Qingyun moved his hand to hold Xiao Yang's hand, and stuck his fingers between his fingers. Hold hands.

The temperature of each other was transmitted through fingers, Bu Qingyun seemed to be immersed in a honey pot, and quickly pecked Xiao Yang's thin lips.

"Thank you for your hard work today."

Xiao Yang's face was still very thin in this regard, and he immediately blushed.

"Hahaha." Bu Qingyun grinned sullenly.

The fried jelly was very happy, and the distinguished Yan Wang sat at the roadside stall, out of place with the surroundings.

The more Bu Qingyun gets along, the more he likes it. Why is he so cute?

The evening breeze was blowing, and the two were walking on the way back home.

Bu Qingyun hummed a little tune from his hometown.

Xiao Yang suddenly said: "When it's over, let's live in seclusion."

"Hmm." Bu Qingyun responded casually, and opened his eyes wide in surprise in the next second, "Huh?!"

"Can you say that again?"

Xiao Yang frowned slightly, as if he did not expect such a big reaction from Bu Qingyun, looking at the scholar's surprised face, Xiao Yang condescended and said: "When Xiao Jue abdicates, we will live in seclusion."

"Really, really?" Bu Qingyun's eyes widened in surprise, and the desire to hug Xiao Yang and kiss him was about to move.

I really want to kiss!

These days, no matter how lingering and lingering, Bu Qingyun has no intention of being a wandering wild crane.

Even when the love is in full swing, Bu Qingyun will occasionally think of it, what if Xiao Yang doesn't want to?

leave alone?reluctant.

will not leave?Unwilling and unhappy.

It is conceivable that Xiao Yang's words brought him joy.

"Can there be fake ones?" Xiao Yang raised half of his eyelids.

From Bu Qingyun's perspective, this slightly arrogant look suddenly reminds him of Hei Yao who was raised by Xiao Yang.

Things like the main character ah.

"It's true, it must be true." Bu Qingyun laughed, and Liwo appeared again, like a child stretching out his little finger to tease him, "Let's pull Gougou."

"Childish." Xiao Yang snorted lightly, but stretched out his little finger honestly, "Is this king still going to lie to you?"

With a perfunctory pull, Xiao Yang quickly withdrew his hand, for fear of being seen.

Bu Qingyun lowered his head and smiled.

Why is it so fun?

-

In the seventh year of Tianxi, Yinghuo kept his heart, there were rumors among the people that the emperor's virtue was not worthy!This is a punishment from heaven!

The king's power is granted by God, this is God's dissatisfaction!

Finally, under Xiao Yang's help, the little emperor issued an imperial edict and abdicated.

People are guessing that King Yan is about to take over.

What is surprising is that the Xiao family has found the descendant of the seventh son of the founding emperor. No matter how thin the blood relationship after a few generations, it still has royal blood.

The new emperor was only two years old. After practicing Zuo, he changed his reign name to Tongbao.

In the fourth year of Tongbao, Xiao Yang retreated behind the scenes.

People are talking.

"I'm afraid he was seized power." It seems that because of Xiao Jue's deep thoughts, no matter how young a child comes from the royal family, he dare not underestimate him.

As it was passed on, it spread to Xiao Yang who was wandering far away in the rivers and lakes.

After several years, Xiao Yang's outline became sharper and sharper. It seems that because he was far away from the temple, his whole body melted like an iceberg. Finally, he didn't have the kind of coldness that keeps people away from thousands of miles away.

Perhaps because Bu Qingyun loved to laugh, his face didn't change much.

They were sitting at a tea stand by the road.

"The tea is of poor quality." Xiao Yang's mouth is still poisonous regardless of time or place.

It was said to be of poor quality, but he drank it bit by bit.

Bu Qingyun laughed in his heart, and said to Xiaoer next to him who was smiling apologetically: "It's okay, you can go greet other guests first."

"Hey, I heard that the most beautiful woman in the world is going to throw a hydrangea! Let's go watch the excitement!"

As soon as he said this, Bu Qingyun's eyes lit up, and he immediately said: "Let's go too."

"Huh?" Xiao Yang raised his final voice with a dangerous breath.

She seems to be grinding her teeth a bit: "Do you like beauties?"

"No!" Bu Qingyun refused righteously, obviously remembering how jealous Xiao Yang was, "I just want to watch the excitement."

but……

He loves Xiao Yang so much, so Bu Qingyun said: "We're not going, let's go somewhere else."

"Pfft." Xiao Yang's phoenix eyes are bent into beautiful crescent arcs, can't they prove Bu Qingyun after staying together for the past few years?

While everyone was not paying attention, he stretched out his slender fingers to pinch Bu Qingyun's chin, pinched Bu Qingyun ambiguously and said: "Since you want to go, then go."

"Okay!" After thinking for a while, Bu Qingyun said again, "Xiao Shiqi."

"What?"

"I love you." Bu Qingyun's voice was hoarse, "So, that beauty can only feast your eyes. Don't be jealous."

I only have you in my eyes and in my heart.

The author has something to say: Peach blossoms in March, two people and one horse, tomorrow is the end of the world. —— Viola "Dust Song"

It will be the top of the mountain, and you can see all the small mountains. ——Du Fu "Wang Yue"

At this point, ahem, it should be over, because I feel that there is no need for a long story to fight against a child with no foundation, and I will write a storybook and a side story later!

In fact, I wrote down a lot of inspiration about this story on sticky notes before, and there were a few that were useless. I wrote them all on the sidelines. Thank you for your support! muma~