I am the poor scholar

Taking the folding fan, Bu Qingyun left the silver ticket and was about to leave. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Meng Ming's protruding cheekbones, and stepped out.

poor person must have something mean.

After taking two steps, someone grabbed his ankle tightly.

Bu Qingyun's complexion sank, and he was even more bored in his heart. He raised his foot and tried to pull it out, but failed.

An irritable light flickered in the black pupils, Bu Qingyun's eyes tightened, and he said impatiently: "Let go."

At some point, Meng Ming knelt down on the ground, raised his head and wept, indescribably pitiful: "Xiaoyun, please lend me a little, I will return it to you..."

Seeing him like this, Bu Qingyun felt even more irritable.

If it weren't for the fact that he was by the window, someone would have pointed out his appearance a long time ago.

Bu Qingyun's forehead was throbbing with veins.

After living for 18 years, Bu Qingyun realized for the first time that his patience was not good.

For example, right now, I just want to kick it up with a tenth kick, and then scold him without grace: "Get out!"

Fortunately, Bu Qingyun held back, his teeth were rubbing, as if they were squeezed out from between his lips: "Get lost."

Meng Ming stubbornly and shamelessly grabbed Bu Qingyun's ankle.

Really disregarding face and face, Bu Qingyun gritted his teeth and tried to kick it out, but Meng Mingming hugged him even more stubbornly.

"Shameless and skinless." Bu Qingyun gritted his teeth and cursed, and successfully saw Meng Ming trembling, but still hugging his leg tightly.

Reluctantly had to sit back.

The two face each other.

The food is cold.

The bones of Bu Qingyun's fist on the table were rattling, his brows, eyes and lips were filled with coldness, staring at Meng Ming's cautious appearance on the opposite side, it would make people feel pity in an instant.

Bu Qingyun did not forget the letter he sent to the old man, and said coolly: "I knew about you three years ago."

Meng Ming raised his eyes, and Bu Qingyun saw the tears in his eyes that were about to fall.

Bu Qingyun's tone was calm and expressionless: "I'll only say it once."

"Your mother died of exhaustion in order to send you money. After she died, she was buried with a straw mat."

Bu Qingyun saw Meng Ming's body tremble.

"Your wife was almost beaten to death by debt collectors. If she hadn't hid in my house, she would have been a bone by now."

Bu Qingyun didn't expect the gambler to repent with a few words, but he hoped that he would leave quickly.

He rolled his eyelids and glanced at Meng Ming's distressed appearance: "And you, who should be preparing for the exam, and the pillar of the two of them, are addicted to gambling and owe debts."

Every word is like a knife.

In the end, it turned into contempt on his lips: "1000 taels, the debt is paid off, and the remaining 200 taels, what are you going to do? Buy books?"

Unfolding the folding fan, Bu Qingyun couldn't hold back anymore, and threw the porcelain bowl at Meng Ming's hand, and said angrily, "Still continue to gamble? Then ask me to borrow it?"

Looking at Meng Ming's lips trembling and his muscles convulsing, he knew that he had listened.

Bu Qingyun said annoyedly: "Anyway, it's 100 taels, not much. Don't come to me in the future."

After saying that, he turned around, Meng Ming's trembling voice suddenly came from his ear: "You are not short of money."

My heart became more and more contemptuous.

Bu Qingyun turned his face sideways, his fair and well-behaved face seemed to turn into a ghost in an instant in Meng Ming's eyes: "Does my money have anything to do with you?"

His eyes glanced over a plate of fish meat on the pear wood table, but he didn't move.

The irritability in his heart suddenly dissipated, Bu Qingyun thought to himself, what are you doing angry with him?

Called Xiao Er, pointed at the fish and said, "Pack it up, I'm going out for a while."

Playing with cats is more fun than talking to Meng Ming.

What he just said just now at least made Meng Ming lose his heart to continue pestering.

Without looking at Meng Ming, Bu Qingyun went out again with the fish cake.

When I came to the corner of the alley, the cat was hiding in the corner.

Apparently it also remembered Bu Qingyun, and immediately blew up, looking fierce again.

Seeing this, Bu Qingyun wisely put the fish down.

He couldn't help squatting down. In this short period of time, the originally pure black fur of the cat was dyed with snowflakes, and a pair of royal blue eyes were rounded. Coupled with the round face, it looked even more beautiful.

It was also because of this close observation that Bu Qingyun discovered that this cat, in fact, was chubby, not like a stray cat that was hungry and full, and was clearly raised very meticulously.

Could it be that he was abandoned?

The cat was very cautious and didn't give Yu Biao a look for a while.

Ouch.

Bu Qingyun raised his eyebrows.

Knowing that there is no rush for this matter, Bu Qingyun pushed the fish to the cat.

After he left, the black cat stared at Bu Qingyun's tall and straight back. After the back was invisible, the black cat took a tentative step.

The black cat walked very slowly, and after a while, it slowly came to the front of the fish.

sniff, bite.

After a quarter of an hour, the fish sticks were gone.

Full, continue to curl up back to the corner of the alley.

Sporadic snowflakes are floating, in the middle of the night.

When the black cat fell asleep, it was suddenly awakened by the sound of footsteps.

There was light in the royal blue eyes.

With the light, a middle-aged man's face appeared in the sapphire-like pupils.

The man's tense face relaxed for a moment, and he shouted loudly to the front of the teahouse: "Don't look for it! I found it! Find a doctor quickly, it looks like it's injured!"

"Yes!"

The black cat was very peaceful in the arms of the middle-aged man, it should be familiar with his breath.

The middle-aged man held the black cat in his arms and hurried back home, his forehead sweating from anxiety.

These cats from foreign tributes are rare and precious.

It's been freezing outside for so long, and with this injury, don't let anything happen to you.

There are row upon row of mansions on the West Street, all of them are majestic and majestic, even the most inconspicuous mansions are also magnificence beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Among them, the most imposing one is Yanwang Mansion located in the center of West Street.

The eaves of the bucket arch are carved with jue carved in Danying.

As for the middle-aged man, it was Prince Yan's mansion that entered.

The palace of King Yan was brightly lit.

The moon was in the sky, and Xiao Yang was exercising in the courtyard to keep fit.

On this night when snowflakes just fell, he was only wearing white single clothes. If his body hadn't been dancing, he might have merged with the clear frost all over the ground.

With his vigorous movements, the Qingfeng sword cut through the night fiercely, and the movement of swinging the sword was extremely neat.

"My lord, Hei Yao has found it." After Chu Cifeng died, Chu Cihe, who succeeded him, stood aside and said.

Obsidian is the black cat.

Xiao Yang retracted the sword, his calloused fingertips slashed across the edge of the sword, and the sword trembled faintly.

Putting the sword back into its sheath, the blood in Xiao Yang's whole body was almost boiling in the sword move just now, and there was no coldness at the moment.

In Xiao Yang's impression, it was not only a tribute from foreigners, but also a beautiful and interesting pet.

It's good to have fun now and then.

Throwing the Qingfeng Sword to Chu Cihe behind him, Xiao Yang asked, "Why did you go out?"

"It was Dongyuan Chu Ciyun who competed with it for kyanite, accidentally injured his limbs, and ran away in anger." Chu Cihe replied.

"I hurt my limbs, how can I leave?" Xiao Yang hit the nail on the head, and he saw Chu Cihe's face stiffen.

Chu Ciyun is the younger brother of the deceased Chu Cifeng who became a young girl named Yunhuan, and was brought back only a month ago.

Because Chu Cifeng's loyal protector died accidentally, and prayed to Xiao Yang on his deathbed, Yun Huan was taken to the palace and named Chu Ciyun.

Chu Cifeng has a good relationship with Chu Cihe, and it is human nature to protect his younger brother.

Human nature is not wrong, but bullying is wrong.

Xiao Yang said: "Go and receive the punishment yourself."

"As ordered."

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The next day, Bu Qingyun went to the corner of the alley, but the black cat with the beautiful eyes had long since disappeared.

But looking at the messy and uneven footsteps on the snow, Bu Qingyun thought that maybe the owner had found it back.

After all, there is no fate, the disappearance of this beautiful black cat just drew a little regret in Bu Qingyun's heart, and then it was replaced by tens of thousands of things.

Among Bianjing, the place where Bu Qingyun is most welcome is definitely the brothel based on Ningxiang Pavilion.

It's not about love between a man and a woman, but...

Playing Mahjong and Pai Gow with him is so relaxing!

Almost everyone in the brothel is looking forward to his arrival. This master is not short of money, he is generous, and he is still a novice. Whenever he plays, he has almost no power to fight back under the hands of these girls.

You can get money without trading flesh and blood, why not do it?

After repeated trials and failures in mahjong, Bu Qingyun faintly aroused his competitive spirit, but unfortunately, he didn't have so much time for him to practice his true knowledge.

Because the fun in Bianjing is not simple.

Bianjing has everything you need to eat and drink, including delicious food from all over the world. Bu Qingyun is sweeping all major restaurants and inns.

This is one of them.

The second is -

There are countless cases of fellow villagers looking for his name.

Bu Qingyun is not willing to turn on the lamp to study hard, but others are willing to study hard, and are willing to put down their faces and ask this young man who has just learned about Yuan.

After all, Bu Qingyun has real talent and practical work.

Bu Qingyun is either mad or arrogant, and also prone to profligacy.

But others have come to ask for advice, so we can't let the waiter out of the shop, can we?

Even if you use the excuse of lack of ability against your will, how can others refuse in the name of doing homework?

Bu Qingyun has already said clearly: "I think my title on the gold list is no problem, you can find someone else to do your homework."

Ushered in a variety of reasons.

Step brother can consolidate it.

Learn new things by reviewing them, and so on.

Even if Brother Bu gets up early to play, who knows that there are many hard-working players who forget to eat and sleep at the door.

Finally, the sky is high and the birds are flying, but a group of students who are addicted to learning are ushered in. How sad and terrifying.

The ambition of eating, drinking and having fun can only be alas!

Today is Youshi again, and a group of people have been sent away.

When those people could no longer see their shadows, Bu Qingyun immediately drooped his face.

Another boring, monotonous and uninteresting day.

It was already dark, and a candle was flickering.

The waiter waited attentively and said, "Mr. Bu, what do you want to eat?"

As a sophomore, he has already developed the ability to observe words and expressions.

Where are those candidates who are not good at reviewing their homework, but why come here?Doesn't it make it clear that you're flattering this guy?

I don't know if I used the right words, but Xiao Er got a message: This person should not be messed with, but must be held and confessed.

"Have some supper." Bu Qingyun rubbed his temples, reading every day, his head was as big as a cow.

If you ask others how they feel about Bu Qingyun?

are two extremes.

The students who came out of the Fulai Inn were whispering.

"Hey! The same people, how come there is such a big gap?" Wang Juzi lamented his misfortune.

Think about the same test paper just now, others are writing like a god, brushing a few strokes, but I am like a thread.

The depth and quality of others is beyond his own reach, and the scale in Wang Juzi's heart is a little off.

"Don't talk about it." Another Liu Juzi, who was holding a book, said, "It's all for the imperial examination, and Brother Bu also helped us a lot."

"This is the rebirth of Wenquxing." Someone praised in a low voice.

Wang Juzi's heart twitched, talent.

God is so unfair!

"I just passed by the casino and saw Meng Ming gambling again." I don't know who said this sentence.

"Why did you gamble again!" Wang Juzi, who was still lamenting the injustice of his fate just now, quickened his pace, and cursed in a low voice, "It's really stubborn! Betting every day! Gambling every day! Does he still know that he is in debt?!"

In fact, it was just a friendship over a glass of wine, Wang Juzi seemed to take extra care of Meng Ming.

The other exemplars are no strangers to it.

The author has something to say: Comments still give out red envelopes, okay?