Song Beiyun

"Ah Zhen!" The King of the South Courtyard was a very angry man, he frowned and scolded: "Don't mess around!"

"Father, he bullied me!"

When Zhao Xing heard this, he covered his face with one hand. At that time, his first thought was to ask Old Eunuch Wang to force Song Beiyun to drown in the well...

"Bullying you? No?"

At this time, Yan Shu came over from behind shaking his fan, "Just now Master Song and I were reciting poems, this...what's your name?" Yan Shu lowered his head and glanced at the little princess: "Just now you came up to talk to us, Song My lord just asked about your age, how could it be so frivolous? Could it be that the Liao Kingdom doesn’t even allow you to ask about this? If that’s the case, I apologize for Lord Song.”

"He said!" The little princess pointed at Song Beiyun: "He said that he is first-rate in appearance and touch."

Everyone's eyes were on Song Beiyun, Zhao He and Jin Linger's expressions were extremely embarrassing, as long as they had no problem with their brains, they would know that he was teasing others frivolously, okay, how could a normal person say such a thing?

"Hey, that's considered frivolous? My family's ancestry is first-class." Song Beiyun rolled up his sleeves: "In the past, in my hometown, I was known as Sai Banxian. If you don't believe me, who would dare let me try?"

The king of the South courtyard chuckled: "My little girl has been naughty since she was a child, but the old man is also very curious about the young boy's physical appearance, so it's better for this young man to touch me."

Zhao Xing was sweating all over. The king of the South Courtyard is not a fuel-efficient lamp. No one can hold him down without King Fu. If he is allowed to pick out Song Beiyun, isn't it? To be cured.

Song Beiyun smiled all over his face, without any fear: "The King of the Southern Court of Daliao, who has admired his name for a long time, then I will come as soon as I say it."

Song Beiyun looked at the sky in disbelief: "Let's take advantage of the power of the sky first."

After finishing speaking, he began to make fingerprints on his hands in a mess, and he was still muttering words, but coincidentally, when he was doing strange things, the originally bright night moon was suddenly covered by flying dark clouds, and the cold wind was like that Suddenly it blew up.

Zhao Xing, Jin Ling'er, the king of the South Courtyard, and even Ye Luzhen, who was on the ground, all looked at the sky in astonishment, but Yan Shu was unmoved, because Song Beiyun said it was going to rain half an hour ago, He asked curiously at that time, and Song Beiyun told him that the clouds in the sky were moving extremely fast but there was no wind on the ground. This was because the warm and humid air was circulating. When the warm and humid wind above gradually cooled down, it would turn into cold wind and blow back to the ground. , and the water vapor it brings will also turn into clouds and rain and stop in the sky when it is cold. When the temperature becomes cold at night, it will naturally condense into rain and fall.

So when he saw Song Beiyun's make-up, Yan Shu knew that he definitely saw the time was ripe and made a sudden idea rather than destiny.

He knew but others didn't. Everyone thought that Song Beiyun was really playing tricks. They all quietly waited for the continuation of the matter, and while waiting, many people gathered around to find out.

When he saw that it was almost the same, Song Beiyun walked up to the King of the South Courtyard, and said with a smile on his face, "Your Majesty, please extend your left hand."

The Great King of the Southern Court stretched out his left hand, and Song Beiyun held his wrist with one hand, stroking it up little by little: "My lord, I don't know if I should say something or not."

"But it doesn't matter."

Song Beiyun laughed, then leaned into the ear of the King of the South Courtyard and whispered, "Your Highness is Han."

With just one sentence, the face of the king of the Southern Courtyard changed suddenly. The Khitan people are the most bloody. It would be a big deal if it spread, so his muscles tensed up at that time. Song Beiyun keenly caught this point.

"My lord, are you right?" Song Beiyun smiled all over his face.

The Great King of the South Court quickly flicked his hand: "You..."

Song Beiyun flipped his hand, interrupted the words of the King of Nanyuan, and chuckled lightly: "My lord, just treat me as a nonsense. I saw the princess was innocent and romantic before, and it was just a casual joke. There is no malice. If you offend me, please forgive me. Haihan forgive me."

The king of the South courtyard took two steps back silently. He was really fooled, and his face became extremely unnatural, but he had seen the world after all, so he simply retreated to Zhao Xing's side: "This child's playfulness, Just let them play around. Ah Zhen, stop messing around!"

Chapter 210: On October 10th, the east corner of the rain was lost, and the mulberry elm was harvested

A small storm, no surprises or dangers.

After being called away by her father, Yeluzhen asked Song Beiyun what his name was, and Song Beiyun told her that his name was Aqiang.

"Aqiang, what did you say to the King of the South Courtyard?"

"I can't say it." Song Beiyun shook his head lightly: "It will be too troublesome to say it."

"Let me guess." Yan Shu's eyeballs started to roll again, and he patted the fan in his hand as he thought about it: "You are a pretender, but the other party is the king of the Southern Court of Liao Dynasty, but you can make a It must be a big deal for the King of the South Court to let this matter go, but how can you know what a big deal it is?"

Yan Shu began to think carefully with a deep expression on his face. The biggest fault and advantage of this person is that he likes to ponder. In addition, he is very smart, so he can really figure out some things.

Song Beiyun ignored him, but after a while, he seemed to have figured it out, and he stopped pestering Song Beiyun for answers. As for what he figured out, this is something that no one else can understand.

But, after evading Yan Shu, Song Beiyun still couldn't evade Zhao Xing. He was quickly summoned after Zhao Xing was free. However, his status naturally prevented him from talking to Zhao Xing directly on such occasions. , so it is still necessary to rely on the little fish to spread the word.

"You said that each of these people is so curious." Song Beiyun sighed: "I said that the king of the South Courtyard is a Han."

Xiaoyu nodded. He was about to reply to Zhao Xing with a blank face, but was stopped by Song Beiyun: "If you go like this, you will have to make another trip later."

"Why?"

why?With Zhao Xing's [-] whys, it would be strange if he didn't ask, and Song Beiyun would have to answer him by then.

"Don't mention it, don't you know what kind of virtue Zhao Xing is?" When Song Beiyun was no one around, the officials stopped shouting, and Zhao Xing opened his mouth: "When he asks, you just say that I don't know why he is Han Chinese, I just thought he looked like a Han Chinese, and then I said, take a gamble. As for why he is a Han Chinese, I don’t know the story here. Okay, let’s go back like this.”

In fact, Song Beiyun really knows how to tell the difference between races. It’s hard to tell just by looking at the shape of the face. The technology of this era has no way to verify DNA. But since it can’t prove that he is a Khitan, it can be proved that he is a Han.

Following the old man, I dissected so many corpses, including Han Chinese, Mongols, and Khitans. I even dug up the tombs of several princes to study the Kunlun slaves inside. The difference between species is still a bit big. For example, the forearm of Khitan people is slightly longer and wider than that of Han people.

Although there are differences between individuals, generally the deviation will not exceed the value, and the arm length, shoulder width, and wrist of the king of the North Courtyard are obviously the proportions of the Han people, and definitely not the proportions of the Khitan people.This thing cannot escape the eyes of a professional player like Song Beiyun who has collected a large number of samples. This is what he touched the bone.

But can this thing be said?Of course it can't be said that Zhao Xing is a mule, Song Beiyun doesn't know if he knows he is a mule, what if he doesn't know?Song Beiyun has this skill, so he will be dragged to see a doctor. Will he say it or not?

These are all problems. In this era, it doesn't mean that you can become famous by being reckless everywhere. There is a high probability that you will play yourself to death.Is Song Beiyun presumptuous now?Of course he was presumptuous, but his presumptuousness was based on the framework of imperial power. Within this framework, Li Bai could make Gao Lishi take off his boots, and Song Beiyun could ask the old eunuch Wang to serve tea.

But without this framework, Song Beiyun is nothing now. His factories are still foundations, his rockets are still blueprints, and his bullets are still iron ore.If imperial power wanted to kill him, it would be no more difficult than killing a dog.

It's good to pull the tiger's skin and pull the banner. Don't try to provoke authority when you are nothing, you will die.There are really many such people in history, but they all died in the end.

Looking at the entire royal family, apart from Zhao He and Zhao Zhen who was renamed Song Goudan, the only ones who are qualified to be emperors are the children in the empress' womb.

This child must be kept, at least for now, otherwise a mule emperor and the entire imperial power system will be kicked off the poker table. If it is really a different person, will it be more beneficial to Song Beiyun than Zhao Xing?Of course not.This is the reason why the great medical officer repeatedly warned Song Beiyun that this matter should never be mentioned. No matter what the reason for having this child, it is not something Song Beiyun can provoke now.

Halfway through the banquet, Song Beiyun didn't wait for Xiaoyu. He probably knew that Zhao Xing had accepted his explanation, and he might even be secretly laughing at him, but it didn't matter, what's so angry about being laughed at by a mule.

But Zhao Xing didn't wait until Song Beiyun and Daliao came to invite the princess at the same time. At that time, Song Beiyun was stunned.

"Can this thing be interactive?" Song Beiyun scratched his head and looked at Yan Shu: "How do they operate it?"

Yan Shu was also full of curiosity: "Yes, it's a little strange."

This kind of joint recruiting effect is definitely better than a simple marriage, but it seems that it is Daliao's idea from the lines. Following this line of thought, Song Beiyun believed that Daliao had a master, absolutely a master.

This kind of joint recruitment of relatives is equivalent to the feeling of exchanging trade agreements. If Jin Ling'er is just married to Daliao, the men in Ding Song will be unhappy, hate and scold, but what if Daliao also recruits relatives?

This thing has become a commodity auction for those who can. Although some women are objectified, this era is a feudal era after all, and it is considered a great progress to be able to look like this.

But when it became a competition, it was unclear who would win. Maybe Jin Ling'er and the princess of Liao would marry Song, and maybe both the princess of Song and the princess of Liao would marry Liao.

Everything is full of unknowns and fun, and it seems that it has evolved from a political behavior to a competition with a gambling nature between the people of the two countries.

This expert is so powerful, he opened a cross-border handicap between two big countries, and the two princesses are the final chips in this bet.

But Yan Shu seemed to have a different idea. He turned his head and looked at Song Beiyun: "You said, in this kind of competition, even if you don't marry the princess, you might be able to enter the house."

Song Beiyun was stunned for a moment, and then he became clear like an enlightenment. This is definitely a top strategy!This must be an innovative idea planned by a poor family in the Liao Kingdom to break the monopoly system of the aristocratic family, and it is in a way that the aristocratic family cannot refuse.

This is great, really great!

Song Beiyun secretly praised the master's layout methods. The Liao Kingdom is indeed not the barbarian country in the legend. There is indeed something for them to become the scale they are today.

But what surprised him was how Jin, a ghost country that appeared against time and space, could drive Liao out of the Northeast?Did they drive a Gundam?

"Alas." Yan Shu suddenly had another question: "There are two princesses, and only one is the winner. How do we divide them? Everyone's status is equal, so we can't give one to No.2 and the other to No.1, right?"

"You are a fucking genius." Song Beiyun slapped the table, "I know who came up with this idea!"

Yan Shu: "???"

"The person who proposes such a method is first of all extremely confident in himself, and he also has the status to reasonably avoid this problem." Song Beiyun laughed: "Guess who it is?"

"Ah..." Yan Shu rubbed his fan back and forth on his head, "I don't know. Tell me, Ah Qiang."

Song Beiyun stroked his chin: "The eldest prince of the Yelu family, he can't marry his own sister!"

"Ah, yes!" Yan Shu patted the table: "It's wonderful! This method is wonderful!"

It seems that the problems faced by Daliao and Dal Song are absolutely similar, but it is also true. After the overall Sinicization, they will definitely face this kind of problem. This kind of problem will appear sooner or later if Dajin continues to Sinicize. In other words, the whole Han The joys and sorrows of the cultural circle are extremely similar.

As for Prince Daliao, who faced the same problem, the solution he gave was to use this alternative way of getting married to break the deadlock, and it might even become the norm in the future.But this guy seems to be really confident in himself, he is confident that he can win, and then he will marry his own sister to No.2, and he will marry Princess Song.

People who can have this kind of self-confidence may be masters, and Song Beiyun couldn't help becoming vigilant.

"What if he loses?"

"So what if you lose?" Song Beiyun turned his head and smiled, "Can Princess Song and Princess Daliao still marry the same person?"

Yan Shu didn't think about this question at all. Judging from the size of the crack at the corner of his mouth, his thoughts must be rushing towards the first emperor and the second empress.

"Don't think about it, you can only choose one of the two." Song Beiyun waved his hand and said: "So I have to eat No.1 no matter what, and I can't give others a chance to choose first. There is only one princess in Song Dynasty, but Daliao doesn't. must."

Thinking about it now, this matter is actually impossible for the eldest prince of the Yelu family to lose money. He doesn't care whether he marries a princess of Song Dynasty or not. What he cares more about is the connection between the two countries and the way to break the monopoly. tacit agreement.

But for Song Beiyun, he had no other choice, because no matter who became the number one, Jin Ling'er might be chosen away, and if he had to face such a thing as a green grassland, he would really kill the king.

"You can play tricks with your relatives. The Liao Kingdom is smarter than the Jin Kingdom." Yan Shu sighed, "Look at those people in the Jin Kingdom, what are they pretending to be in their heads."

Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "This is also due to helplessness. I just don't know where the Jin Kingdom has the ability to drive the Liao Kingdom out of the Northeast."

"I'm afraid I asked the gods to take over the immortals, who knows." Yan Shu shook his head and said, "Let's think about how to get the princess."

"Don't worry, I'm just releasing the news today, and the detailed rules will be announced later." Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "And it probably won't be until the beginning of spring."

And at this moment, Song Beiyun saw the king of the South Court just now coming out of the darkness, and after a while a servant beside the queen mother also came out, Song Beiyun's eyes lit up immediately: "No way, no way , wouldn’t it be really so exciting, I blocked my old baby.”

Yan Shu looked back at him: "Huh???"

Chapter 211: On October 10, the rain can be communicated without a heart

The fact that the two princesses summoned sons-in-law at the same time was like a rotten egg in the hot summer. Before they realized what was going on, the wind and rain all over the city began to drift.

Because information is underdeveloped, usually after something happens, people can talk about it for a long time until the next interesting thing happens.

It's like before the incident of the two princesses choosing their son-in-law happened, the people in the city are still discussing about the last incident of the Imperial City Secretary, including the fight with the imperial army and the death of people, but this incident is actually nothing to this day People are really checking.

"Tell me, what does the Princess of Liao look like?"

"Then who has seen it, but I have seen Princess Ruibao, she is as beautiful as a fairy."

"Hey, I don't know which kid is cheaper." A passer-by who was older in grades sat in the breakfast shop and sighed: "That beauty is killing me."

And not far from them, Zuo Rou was sitting there in a man's attire, eating fried bean curd with pancakes, with an expression of impatience on his face.

"Why didn't you go yesterday, it's the Queen Mother's birthday."

Song Beiyun sat opposite her, sipping pancakes, he was called out by Zuorou early in the morning, and he didn't know what she was going to do.

"Shh, keep your voice down. I ran out while my father was going to the camp. If I don't go back later, Qiaoyun will come and catch me." Zuo Rou said angrily, "My father is no longer a human being. , he sent people to guard outside the shop, as long as I pass by, I will be arrested."

Song Beiyun laughed, and he knew that if Ding Guogong was serious, Zuo Rou would not be able to resist at all.

"Then you still run out to find me."

"Let me ask you what interesting things have happened these days. Did you do what happened to the Imperial City Secretary last time?"

Of course Song Beiyun wouldn't answer this stupid question, but Zuo Rou's eyes lit up, clapping her hands and saying happily, "I knew it was you!"

"Okay, okay, hate me for not dying?" Song Beiyun sighed and said, "Stop discussing such things with a bastard like you, and I'll be done if you let it slip."

Zuo Rou nodded repeatedly and said mysteriously: "Next time you have time, tell me how you killed the imperial envoy."

"Tell me!"

"Stop talking, stop talking." Zuo Rou repeatedly waved her hands, then moved to Song Beiyun's side, and put her head in front of him: "Smell."

Song Beiyun didn't know what she was going to do, so he went up to smell it, but it didn't smell like her daughter's sebum, hormonal.

"It's tasteless, what are you doing?"

"You know it doesn't taste good! I've run out of essential oils, go and get me some."

Song Beiyun rolled his eyes: "What kind of thing are you, that you can make me so handy?"

"I care a lot about you." Zuo Rou hugged Song Beiyun's arm: "I want to have Jin Ling'er as well."

"What nonsense." Song Beiyun pushed her, but she hugged her tightly: "She gave birth to a son for me, did you?"

"I'll think about it, and I'll reply to you later." Zuo Rou thought seriously: "Although it doesn't matter, if you think about it carefully, it's still a bit twisted, but if you really want to, give birth to one and give birth to another." stop."

"Hey! What kind of bullshit attitude do you have, go and go." Song Beiyun pushed her dog's head and pushed her away: "I'll ask Qiaoyun to bring you the essential oil later, so stop rubbing me."

"It's easy to say." Zuo Rou chuckled: "The maid at home taught me that if I want to ask a man for something, I just rub it on the man's body and I can get it."

"Learn better, really, this trick is not suitable for you." Song Beiyun rubbed his arms: "I'm panicking."

"Song Beiyun! You bastard!" Zuo Rou snorted, "I'm telling you, I've measured it these days, and it's much bigger."

"Impossible." Song Beiyun shook his head resolutely, "You've been like this for the rest of your life."

"Touch it." Zuo Rou looked around, but found that no one was paying attention, and then gently opened the neckline a little: "Touch it if you don't believe me."

"The devil wants to touch it, so get out of here."