I am the poor scholar

Little boy?

Bu Qingyun hurriedly put down his raised ears, took another sip of tea, and calmed down the "marriage" that was constantly spinning in his mind.

Marriage, marriage, marriage.

Oops, why is Master Jingyi's marriage lingering on!

The manicured and rounded nails rubbed the handle of the fan, and when the tea cooled down, Bu Qingyun suddenly raised his head and poured it down.

That's a magic stick.

You can't really believe in the marriage of a magic stick just because he is famous!

Bu Qingyun held his breath and stared at the storyteller's small eyes with full concentration, only to see the storyteller's small eyes rolled away, and spoke again: "The one who is redeemed is Yun Huan from Qingfengyuan!"

The paperweight knocked again.

The voice of the storyteller suddenly became excited: "It's Yun Huan! You may be a bit unfamiliar! But those who are good at it know it! That Yun Huan is a living sign of Qingfengyuan! That face is more beautiful than flowers. They are all coquettish! That waist is unbearable! That figure, who can stop dancing!"

In the market, the most indispensable thing is the one with a long tongue.

"Storyteller, do you like that too!"

"Ahem." The storyteller was reserved, "This old man is also trying to collect stories. The wives in the old man's family have already given birth to several sons."

The lingering marriage finally left, Bu Qingyun took a sip of tea, and finally listened to the storyteller's story quietly, and also had leisure to think.

The folk customs in Daliang are open, and they are much more tolerant towards the relationship between men and women.

But those who have Longyang addiction are almost always hiding it.

Even if it is accidentally spread, the person concerned will definitely not admit it.

Daliang is much more open to the market than in the previous dynasties. The story of this storyteller...

When Bu Qingyun knocked on the table, it was very innovative.

"Hahahahaha! Really?"

"Really, really." The storyteller wiped his sweat again and again, and brought the topic to King Yan, "But why did the prince redeem a young lady? It can't be sworn brothers! So...hehe."

"Nonsense!" A low, sinister voice suddenly came into my ear, accompanied by the sound of teacups breaking.

Bu Qingyun's whole body was suddenly wrapped in shadows, the voice was slightly familiar, and he looked sideways.

I saw Xue Wuyi standing up abruptly, with a sullen expression on his face, as if he felt disgusted by the absurdity, he covered his mouth and retched, kicked the corner of the table as if venting his anger, and left in a flash!

The cool sleeve wind hit Bu Qingyun's cheeks, watching Xue Wuyi leave, the folding fan opened one by one, gently fanning the wind.

One after another, worshipers of King Yan threw teacups and strode away.

Some people cursed: "What do you mean the prince likes men! He is still a lowly young lady! I will never listen to books again!"

After watching those people swearing and leaving, Bu Qingyun looked at the eloquent storyteller on the stage again. After this happened, he could still talk endlessly.

Bu Qingyun touched the top of the folding fan, and smiled playfully, well-trained.

The storyteller on the stage talked eloquently: "I heard that after the prince took Yun Huan into the mansion, he even gave him a name, and countless treasures, servant girls and servants sent him in like a stream of water. It seems that the prince really fell in love this time." It's online. Hey~"

When it came to the end, the storyteller made a silent gesture: "As for these things, everyone should just listen to them. Don't say anything about it!"

Bu Qingyun raised his eyes thoughtfully, the storyteller packed up his things and left the stage, there were still people whispering beside him.

"I didn't expect that the prince actually likes men?"

The eyes of those who persevere to the end are shining with excitement.

Comprehending the excited eyes, Bu Qingyun lowered his eyelids and sipped tea, knocked the folding fan on the palm of his hand, with a satisfied smile, Shi Shiran got up, put on his coat and left.

The story of Bianjing is really different.

It has snowed from yesterday to today, and a layer of snow blanket has been laid on the long street.

Xie Xue dyed Bu Qingyun's black hair tied up with a headband, and Bu Qingyun stopped under the eaves, looking up at the white mist that spewed out of his breath.

The tall and tall young man shook the snow flakes from his hair, without any cover, he walked into the heavy snow.

The boots step on the snow mattress, leaving deep or shallow marks on the snow, and you can walk along this street to the Fulai Inn.

After passing the teahouse, there is a narrow alley.

Looking to the side, the narrow alley was paved with a layer of snow, looking through the snowflakes, Bu Qingyun saw the storyteller just now.

The folding fan that was just habitually opened and closed suddenly knocked on the palm.

On the other side of the narrow alley, a gorgeous carriage left wheel marks on the snow and happened to stop in front of Mr. Storyteller.

Bu Qingyun's eyesight is good, he saw that the curtain of the carriage was raised, and a beautiful face appeared from the back of the carriage, his lips parted and closed to say something.

The storyteller held the money bag in his hand, which looked bulging, and it should be heavy.

Bu Qingyun's eyesight is really good.

Even at such a distance, I can still see the Adam's apple under that pretty face.

This pretty face belongs to a man.

Thinking about the story just now, when the handle of the fan was pressed against his lips, Bu Qingyun seemed to understand something for a moment, his almond eyes bent into the shape of crescent moons.

Life is like a play, maybe one day you can also write a storybook for fun.

"Meow~" a meow suddenly appeared in the corner of the wall.

In the dark corner, there were intermittent meowing, heavy or light.

Bu Qingyun knocked on his folding fan, his curiosity drove him into the alley, and he looked down at a black cat curled up in the corner of the alley.

The black cat was lying on the snow mattress, sticking out its tongue and licking its paws.

As if Bu Qingyun stepped on the snow and made a sound, the black cat raised its head.

Bu Qingyun saw a pair of royal blue eyes, as if soaked in sea water.

With a sudden heart attack, I instantly fell in love with this cat. I have never seen a cat with such beautiful eyes.

The cat, whose cry was weak just now, suddenly burst its fur, arched its body, stretched out its claws, and its sapphire blue eyes expanded, reflecting Bu Qingyun's face.

It's a defensive stance.

No matter how vicious the cat is, it can't hide the scars all over its body, and it trembles unconsciously.

If he didn't escape immediately, the injury was too serious.

Bu Qingyun was not afraid, he squatted down and raised his right hand to cover the cat's head.

"Meow!" The black cat clawed ferociously, and there were scratches on the back of Bu Qingyun's hand, blood oozing out.

I wiped the blood stains with my thumb and rubbed them together, only the wound remained on the back of my hand in an instant.

This cat is so wild.

I don't know which cat these scars came from fighting.

I like that cat, but it's a pity that the cat is too vigilant, and will get a paw whenever Bu Qingyun touches it. The moment Bu Qingyun wanted to touch his head, he showed his sharp teeth and bit it.

Bu Qingyun had no choice but to give up, thinking of getting some food before coming back, maybe it could let him relax his vigilance.

In this snowy snow, Bu Qingyun turned his head occasionally and saw the cat licking its paws alone in the corner, and its royal blue eyes were also blocked.

"Guest officer, you are back!" As soon as he entered the inn, the waiter greeted him with a smile, "Your lunch is ready."

Bu Qingyun shook the snow on his shoulders and sat at the table by the window.

Fulai Inn can occupy a place in South Street, a prime location in Bianjing, so the chef's craftsmanship is naturally good.

Color and aroma are complete.

Just looking at it whets the appetite.

I specially ordered Bianjing's special dish carp baked noodles, and the aroma penetrated into the nasal cavity along the air. Bu Qingyun took a sniff, and the next moment he inhaled the fragrance hard, and the anticipation in his heart was even higher.

One chopstick went down, but another pair of chopsticks went in without taste.

"Hey, Xiaoyun, long time no see." It was an unfamiliar voice.

But just now this person's sentence "I am his cousin, Changsha Juzi Meng Ming", gave way to Bu Qingyun who knew the identity of this person by heart.

The identity of the visitor gave way. Qingyun’s excitement over the delicious food froze in an instant. Without looking up, he gave up the baked carp noodles and turned his chopsticks to another dish: “I will try it next year, why don’t you go to review your homework? ?”

Ghosts linger.

On weekdays, the casual smile in the corner of his eyes was completely scattered.

The man's voice was miserable, and Bu Qingyun's ears got goosebumps for no reason: "You also know, cousin, I have been in the capital for nearly ten years, and now..."

"Penniless." Bu Qingyun took up the conversation, his tone was so indifferent.

He raised his head and looked directly at Meng Ming's bearded face, in a state of embarrassment.

Looking at his wolf-like eating, Bu Qingyun couldn't help frowning: "I only give you 300 taels of silver, which should be able to last until next year's spring. If you haven't passed the exam after the spring, go back."

Every family has so many excellent relatives.

This person who called himself Cousin Bu Qingyun was only a distant relative after all, and he had a close relationship because he lived in Changsha together.

Nine years ago, this cousin failed the exam and lived in the capital.

If so, Bu Qingyun would not be so disgusted.

What Qingyun dislikes the most is that his cousin still has his mother, wife and children at home, but at the same time, this cousin Meng Ming has become addicted to gambling in the capital.

Throughout the year, he asked his wife, children, and mother for money, and there were many insults in his words. What's more, he shamelessly sent a letter to Bu County Magistrate to cheat money.

This kind of behavior, as well as the sympathy for the weak in his heart, made Bu Qingyun extremely disgusted with this cousin.

That's right, it's disgusting.

An unappetizing person plus an unappetizing request, even delicious food tastes tasteless, Bu Qingyun put down his chopsticks and was about to take a silver ticket from his sleeve.

300 two.

Meng Ming was in a hurry.

In Bianjing City, 300 taels can be used to live a good life until Chunwei.

But for those who are in debt, it is just a drop in the bucket.

"No way, Xiaoyun! 1000 taels, only 1000 taels!" Meng Ming anxiously put down his chopsticks.

Bu Qingyun's eyes deepened, and a sneer overflowed his lips: "1000 taels? Tell me, how much do you owe?"

It's really a lion.

The county magistrate Bu is not a stingy person. Considering the prices in Bianjing, he gave Bu Qingyun 2000 taels.

His Royal Highness King Yan was even more generous, giving 4000 taels of silver bills at once.

As soon as my cousin opens his mouth, he will ask for one-sixth.

"800 taels." Meng Ming's eyes lit up, and he said in embarrassment, "Xiaoyun, lend it to me, and I will definitely not gamble in the future."

"No." Bu Qingyun didn't give up gambling for eight years, how could Bu Qingyun believe it, he said, "I will lend you 100 taels, after the spring next year, you go back and find a way to pay back the money."

800 taels, Bu Qingyun took it out easily.

But to help gamblers pay back money, Bu Qingyun does not have such a noble consciousness.

Looking at Meng Ming's pitiful appearance out of the corner of his eyes, Bu Qingyun felt nothing in his heart.

He paused every word, and said clearly: "I, no, believe, you, will, quit, gamble."

The author has something to say: Hey, the cat will be an assist~

When I watched "Natsume's Book of Friends" before, I saw a monster turn into a black cat, and I became cute at that time.

In addition, I searched on Baidu and found that the black cat has the mascot of warding off evil spirits, town houses, and attracting wealth, so I added it!

Comments still send red envelopes~muma~