I am the poor scholar

Wang Juzi finally found Meng Ming in the alley near the casino.

However, under the siege of the crowd.

Surrounded by a bunch of men, two literati who were powerless could only hug each other and cry.

The moonlight is very cold tonight.

The snow that fell in the past few days has not yet melted, and the cold air seeps out. The evening wind in the north is not as sharp as that in the south.

The two lifters supported each other, and walked towards the inn with a limp.

Perhaps it was pity, Wang Juzi kindly laid a floor for Meng Ming in his room, so that he would not live on the street.

"Cough cough, cough cough." Meng Ming was coughing violently. After all, a thin gambler's nature is hard to change.

Patting him on the back, the gambler's back clapped his hands, Wang Juzi looked at him with sympathy in his eyes, and deformed contempt in his eyes.

"Why did they beat you? Let's report to the officials!" Wang Juzi was filled with righteous indignation, "At the feet of the Son of Heaven, how can a hooligan be reckless!"

"Don't! Don't!" Meng Ming panicked, his messy forehead covered his eyes, "Because I owe them money."

"It's not that they don't pay back the money! How can they beat someone?" Wang Juzi plausibly said that he wanted to drag Meng Ming to Kaifeng mansion, "Let's go and seek justice!"

"Don't, don't, don't!" Meng Ming bent over and held Wang Juzi, two lines of tears streaming down his thin face, "Actually, I owed my money..."

"What happened to the IOU?!"

"I've been procrastinating for several years..." Meng Ming whispered the truth.

Because of this, when it came to Kaifeng Mansion, it was not Meng Ming who was right.

The flame entangled in Wang Juzi's heart was extinguished in an instant, and he lowered his head to look at the thin and pitiful man, and sighed in a low voice: "Why is this... don't gamble recently. Just hide in the inn."

"Okay." Meng Ming nodded hastily, thinking of his family in the embarrassing situation, and murmured, "What Xiaoyun said...is also correct."

Let's take the imperial examination with peace of mind.

He rejected the idea just now.

No no no.

Prepare for the imperial examination with peace of mind, you will definitely be harassed by them, so let's pay off the debt first.

I have already won a tael of silver today, and if I gamble again, I may win it back, and I will definitely win it back.

Didn't that old Xu who lost all the time a few days ago win back?

Under constant hypnosis, Meng Ming gradually straightened his back, his slumped expression was alternately excited and sometimes tangled.

Meng Ming looked at the new friends he made a few days ago, his eyes flashed with inexplicable confidence and said: "Brother Wang, I actually have a cousin in Beijing, I can borrow some money from him, and play again, maybe You can win it back in one fell swoop."

"You—" Wang Juzi instantly hated iron and steel, thinking that this person is simply an elm-headed man who can't even speak smoothly, "You—"

But Meng Ming didn't notice it at all, and babbled: "My cousin's name is Bu Qingyun, you may know each other..."

The pent-up anger in Wang Juzi's heart dissipated just now, his heart was filled with astonishment, and he listened to Meng Ming's continuation in a daze.

"But my cousin said that my family is struggling financially..." Meng Ming's voice gradually dropped, as if he remembered Bu Qingyun's previous advice.

Wang Juzi seemed to see Bu Qingyun eating delicacies from mountains and seas, wearing silk and satin, and even spending money like water.

as well as--

The article is written every word, and the speed of writing is divine.

An inexplicable qi existed in his heart, and Wang Juzi suddenly said, "Go borrow it."

Looking directly at Meng Ming, who was only skin and bones, Wang Juzi smiled and said, "I do know him, he is not short of money."

Wang Juzi seemed to have a fire burning in his heart, and every word was full of delusion: "He is not short of money, and you are his cousin. Isn't it right to watch over and help each other?"

The venom of jealousy has already permeated his heart, but he gave a high-sounding reason: "Moreover, there is a saying in the "Book of Rites" that a gentleman and a noble despise oneself, and others are the first. Helping others is a virtue, not to mention that you two have a layer of love. blood relation."

Meng Ming's expression loosened slightly, but he hesitated: "But he said..." My family is struggling financially.

The Wang Juzi, who has read the books of sages, said: "If you understand the integrity of Yuan Gao, you will not be stingy with money. Just trust me, go borrow it tomorrow."

He seemed to have thought of something again, and his eyes suddenly brightened: "You are just borrowing money, not asking for money, and you will pay him back. Could it be that he misunderstood your character?"

This sentence stopped Meng Ming from blurting out, he hesitated and said, "What you said... is also correct."

Wang Juzi showed a smug smile.

-

Bu Qingyun has been extremely uncomfortable for the past two days.

Just because he can see Meng Ming's disgusting face every few hours, and hear his voice: "Xiao Yun, believe me, I will really pay you back. I'll bet the last time! Really!" It's the last time!"

It made Bu Qingyun upset, and the most important thing was that Meng Ming would pick his time.

When Jingchao came to the Fulai Inn, it seemed that they were trying to use public opinion and reputation to force Bu Qingyun,

Bu Qingyun's patience has long been exhausted, and he doesn't have the desire to deal with it the first time.

Seeing Meng Ming coming again today is not as good as turning a blind eye two days ago.

Several candidates of the same year were gathering in a pavilion near Kyoto, sighing and composing poems in their spare time.

The clear sunlight finally broke through the clouds and spread on the raised corner of the pavilion.

Finally no longer nesting in that cramped room, Bu Qingyun was in a bright mood, and had a happy chat with Liu Juzi beside him.

The happy mood lasted until Meng Ming came uninvited.

Everyone saw this downcast man at the first moment, and the joyous atmosphere just now froze in an instant.

Almost at the same time, everyone's eyes focused on Bu Qingyun who was sitting on the pavilion.

God did favor this young man.

After giving him a good family background, he was given talent and a clean and handsome skin.

The hair of the man leaning on the pavilion pillar was tied up with a headband, revealing the complete outline of his face.

The warm yellow light quenches the fair skin, and the young man's almond eyes are curved, with shallow pear dimples, making it hard to move your eyes away.

His brows were light, and there was a faint smile in his bright black pupils. The smile seemed unusually gentle, but when he looked deeper, it was clearly arrogant.

The outline of Meng Ming was reflected in the pupils, and seeing his outline became more and more obvious, an embarrassed smile first appeared on that face.

I don't know what is embarrassing.

Bu Qingyun scoffed coldly in his heart.

When Meng Ming came in front of him and covered himself with shadows, Bu Qingyun's face was covered with frost.

The handsome young man was indifferent like never before, his eyes slightly moved.

In front of many candidates, he raised his face and said mockingly, "You really are a ghost."

"Brother Bu, why are you speaking so harshly?" Wang Juzi couldn't bear to watch.

An iron rooster does not pluck a hair, nor does he borrow money from his brother, he is an unrighteous person.

To speak so harshly at this moment is to read sage books in vain!rude!

A smile reappeared on Bu Qingyun's handsome face, his eyelids were lifted up, and his dark pupils looked straight at Wang Juzi.

"It was you."

Bu Qingyun is not a fool.

It is no accident that Meng Ming finds the place where he is.

Therefore, among these "good friends" with him, someone must have tipped Meng Ming off.

Of course, reporting to Meng Ming didn't cause him much loss, and that person might think he was noble.

However, this small communication has already exposed——

Among these people, some people are not in harmony with their aura.

Of course Bu Qingyun would not force everyone to be exactly the same as himself, but he really didn't want to make false claims with that person.

It takes a lot of brainpower to see someone around like this, which is really tiring.

As soon as Wang Juzi opened his mouth, Bu Qingyun smiled instantly.

He turned his head, his eyes flashed across Wang Juzi's upright face, and Meng Mingqi's Ai Ai's eyes, and his tone was extraordinarily solemn: "Brother Wang, you and I have different temperaments, so you don't need to look for me in the future."

The strange complacency in Wang Juzi's eyes instantly cracked.

In the midst of being humiliated, Wang Juzi's face was instantly ferocious like a ghost.

It's a pity that Bu Qingyun has already turned his head.

In front of everyone, Bu Qingyun finally gave Meng Ming face and did not tell his truth.

Bu Qingyun felt that his temper seemed to have improved a lot, and he was not as angry as when they first met.

He said calmly: "I said that if I don't lend you money, I won't lend you a penny. If you pester me again, it won't help. If you have such leisure, why don't you think about how to make money. "

After saying that, Bu Qingyun suddenly raised his head and stood up from the pavilion railing.

The young man's skeleton has not yet been finalized, but judging by his current height, it is more than enough to look down on Meng Ming.

Shallow pear dimples appeared at the corner of his mouth, Bu Qingyun said: "Why make you and me make things ugly?"

Meng Ming shrank his shoulders, looking timid.

Really looking down on gamblers who are addicted to gambling, the smile in Bu Qingyun's bright black pupils developed in the direction of disdain, dressed in brocade clothes, with a folding fan hanging from his waist.

From the perspective of others, he is a playboy who bullies others.

The pupils turned slightly, and scanned the expressions of everyone in the octagonal pavilion. Bu Qingyun's voice was low, but everyone in the pavilion could hear: "Besides, I have a way out, do you have one?"

There was sunlight in Bu Qingyun's eyes, and his pupils seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

"Well done."

After saying that, with a stride of his long legs, he suddenly stepped over the pavilion fence, and Bu Qingyun Shi Shi ran towards the direction of Bianjing City.

If you speak so clearly in front of everyone, as long as you pay attention, you should be able to understand what kind of temperament you are.

If you don't agree with each other, don't come here.

The rest is up to them.

Maybe if I go back now, I can go to the Ningxiang Pavilion to practice mahjong.

Bu Qingyun felt a little unhappy just now, and it quietly dispersed like fog meeting the sun.

There were rustling footsteps behind her.

Ouch.

Bu Qingyun turned his head and saw that it was a man who was shorter than himself.

Liu Juzi.

During the past few days of getting along, Bu Qingyun had a good impression of this nerdy Liu Juzi, and Dang even smiled sincerely: "Is there anything else?"

Liu Juzi looked ordinary and was about 25 years old. He took out a book from the sleeve of his coarse shirt like a conjuring, pointed to a topic and asked, "Can we discuss this issue?"

"..."

The smile on his face was still there, but the desire to chat with Liu Juzi just now burst open in his heart.

"it is good."

Under the octagonal pavilion, everyone looked different.

All of you present who were able to pass the exam are not fools.

Someone pulled the ugly Wang Juzi and said in a low voice, "Why did you tell him?"

This "he" naturally refers to Meng Ming.

Wang Juzi had just been slapped in the face by Bu Qingyun, and his heart was filled with anger and disgust.

So many negative emotions mixed together, Wang Juzi threw away the man suddenly, and uttered evil words: "What's wrong? Are you a good person now? Why didn't you spend money to help Bu Qingyun get Meng Ming out two days ago before you wanted to be a good person? "

The disciples who had been whispering just now fell silent.

Unexpectedly, Wang Juzi frequently snarled at each other: "Besides, you just saw what kind of virtue Bu Qingyun has! He—"

"Why bother to say more." Someone interrupted Wang Juzi's words first, looked around, and said humanely, "Brother Bu's moral character, we have seen it in the past few days. Brother Bu has his own reasons for his behavior. , you have no right to beak."

"Heh." Wang Juzi couldn't choose what to say, "Bu Qingyun's dog leg."

"You—" The man blushed, and the literati cursed, with just a few words, "vulgar."

"Son of a dog—" Wang Juzi purposely dragged out his tone.

"Okay, Brother Wang." Meng Ming couldn't stand it anymore, bowed his waist slightly, pulled the corner of Wang Juzi's clothes, and said, "Let's go, Xiao Yun has his reasons for not lending me money."

"Hmph!" If anyone Wang Juzi could listen to at the moment, it was Meng Ming.

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