Discipline traitor husband

Chapter 173 The Prime Minister (1)
When the two heard it, they seemed to know it well, they couldn't help holding up the teacup, the three of them clinked glasses, and tacitly stopped talking.

But such a mention aroused Bu Youran's curiosity, before turning around leisurely, he heard a weak female voice.

"How many young masters are saying that they are the prime ministers of the Qing Dynasty?"

Bu leisurely turned around, the woman was wearing a green long gown woven with soft gauze, her facial features were exquisite, her eyebrows were like distant daisy, her eyes were like autumn water, her skin was like creamy fat, she looked like a beauty at first glance, but she was dressed in men's clothes, obviously she didn't want to be seen by others It turns out that she is a woman.

The three of them glanced at her, and couldn't help but their eyes lit up, feeling amazed, but only for a moment, the three of them got up and raised their hands in a bow, then turned and left.

The woman pursed her lips and stood where she was, feeling very discouraged, and a short follower came by her side, who was also a maid disguised as a man. She walked to the side of the beauty just now and asked in a low voice, "Mr. , can't figure it out."

The beauty sighed, "Forget it, you'll know when you see it." After speaking, she also went down the stairs.

Bu Youran looked at the people in this group, it seemed that they were all talking about one person, the prime minister of the dynasty, these days, his hearing rate is extremely high, although this person's cruel temperament is difficult to distinguish, and he is extremely treacherous, but everyone It seems to be highly respected, but I dare not mention it.

Bu Youran sat for a while longer, looked out at the sky through the window lattice, couldn't help but get up on the branches, and got up to leave, just walked to the first floor, but saw the person who sang just now stood up.

"Qingqingzipei, I think about it. Even if I don't go, Zining won't come? I'm picking up, I'm in the city gate. I don't see you for a day, it's like March..." The man flicked his long sleeves, and he just hit him Bu Youran's face.

Bu Youran stood still, the warm wind mixed with a scent made Bu Youran frown.

The man came over blithely, still holding a jug of wine in his right hand, right in front of Bu Youran.

Bu Youran raised his head and looked directly at the man. This man is very good-looking, at least he is the most eye-catching in this teahouse, but he doesn't know why he must act in such a miserable state. Is it really just to gain fame?
The man looked at him leisurely, but he was actually standing in front of her without hesitation, and suddenly his body lay limp and boneless on the side bed, his hair scattered to the side of the chair, his exquisite face made her feel ashamed. People are pleasing to the eye.

He lay on it with winking eyes like silk, staring straight at Bu Youran.

Bu Youran stared at him intently, smiled politely back, then turned to the door directly in front of him without squinting, and walked out with great strides.

People around whispered.

As soon as the man raised his hand, the wine flowed into his mouth along the spout. He shook his sleeves and wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his bare hand. He couldn't help standing up again, and walked crookedly towards the door.

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After a few days of sunny days, the first autumn rain came. The continuous drizzle for two or three days prevented the students who had arrived in the capital ahead of time to go out, so the restaurant became a place to chat with each other and relax.

Bu leisurely lay on the table, she had read "Historical Records" countless times. She remembered that she didn't work so hard when she was in college.However, taking the imperial examination is a hundred times more difficult than the college entrance examination. After all, she can't write an article in ancient Chinese, let alone policy theory, which is an analysis of the current situation and an opinion on a certain hot spot. Just change it all to classical Chinese.

She put the book aside, opened the door and walked out.

Scholars like her had already gathered in the lobby on the first floor of the restaurant. There was a look of longing in the eyes of all of them. They looked at a person in the center, and Bu Youran followed him, surprised. This person is the man who drank in the teahouse last time.

(End of this chapter)