Song Beiyun

Zhao Xing's face turned green with anger at that time, and the eunuch Wang next to him covered his face and was speechless to this guy...

Seeing the expressions of the two, Song Beiyun suddenly laughed: "Just kidding, don't be so serious. Officials, since the Imperial City Secretary has become so rotten, how about I go in and make a big deal?"

"As you like, anyway, they are all Queen Mother's people."

Song Beiyun chatted with Zhao Xing until midnight, Zhao Xing left him to stay overnight in the palace, and specially arranged for the little maid who he said was the Empress Dowager's birthday to come over to serve him, but when he was only 13 years old, Song Beiyun was boring ...

Although Song Beiyun is not a good person, he is not a pervert after all. Although the standard of adulthood in this era is very vague, but to attack a 13-year-old child is simply devoid of conscience.

The next day, Song Beiyun left the palace before dawn. He went straight to Zuo Rou's mansion after not sleeping for a few hours. He entered the room and lay down to catch up on sleep. But when he felt that he hadn't slept for long, suddenly there was a knock on the door. Qiaoyun went to open the door but found a few low-level officials from the Ministry of Officials standing at the door. They asked Qiaoyun with smiles on their faces: "Master Song is here?"

"He's resting, what's the matter?"

"Oh, it's not a big deal, it's just that the transfer order from the official department has come, just ask the young lady to hand it over to Mr. Song, and we won't disturb Mr. Song's rest right now."

The two officials walked out quickly, while Zuo Rou, who was practicing zha stance beside her, ran up to Qiao Yun's side, looking curiously at the words on the transfer order.

"Oh... the imperial city envoy." Zuo Rou looked carefully several times: "This bastard actually became the imperial city envoy!?"

Speaking of which, Zuo Rou took down the transfer order and rushed directly into Song Beiyun's bedroom. Seeing him sleeping on all fours, Zuo Rou threw himself on top of him without saying a word, and Song Beiyun woke up in a start. Then subconsciously turned around and pressed Zuo Rou under her body.

"I'm dying... I can't breathe!"

"Don't sneak up on me when you're sleeping next time." Song Beiyun let go of Zuorou's arms around her waist and picked her up: "What's wrong with you again?"

"Your order has come, you have become the envoy of the imperial city!"

Song Beiyun received the transfer order, unfolded it to look around, and sighed: "I still can't hide in the end, why are you so excited about me being an imperial city?"

Zuo Rou's eyes were full of shining stars, and she looked straight at Song Beiyun: "The envoy of the imperial city! You can bully men and women in the city with a knife! You are the envoy of the imperial city, and I want to go too! You Call me in too!"

"You are sick, what kind of job do you think this is?" Song Beiyun sighed, "It's a terrible job."

Chapter 222, November 11th

"At the age of 14, I said it was cold, and you still hugged me to sleep. At the age of 15, someone laughed at my eyes like a cat, so you went to fight with others. At the age of 15, you stuck your tongue into my mouth and made me cry. I licked it carefully, and lied to me that it tasted like sugar. 16 years old..."

"Ah!!! Enough!!!" Song Beiyun covered his ears and fell on the bed: "Stop talking!!!"

"I'm not clean anymore..." Zuo Rou cried hypocritically: "Now I just want to go with you to the Imperial City Division, but you obstruct me in every possible way. To put it bluntly, you just despise me. With Jin Ling'er, you Abandon me from beginning to end and fill my pockets."

"Don't use idioms indiscriminately!" Song Beiyun sat up: "You can't even remember what you ate last night, but you can remember what I said at dusk that afternoon four or five years ago? What is your brain circuit?"

"You have seen and touched my body all over, and even kissed that dirty place, but you will deny it."

"You're serious about holding the grass?" Song Beiyun jumped up from the bed: "Stop talking again, it's really embarrassing...You are young and ignorant, give me another chance now, I should have just thrown you in a sack to the well."

Qiaoyun next to her couldn't listen anymore, she frowned and looked at Song Beiyun, because she didn't know that this guy and the lady... had done such nasty things a long time ago.

"Oh, you are a heartless person. I just want to go to the imperial city department, why don't you let me go? Is there someone with you in there, and you don't want people to see it?" Zuo Rou was still talking nonsense. : "Dirty! Dirty! When I was 17 years old, you lied to me that girls had to shave off their excess hair, and then you took a razor to..."

"Okay, okay! Go! I will take you there, Imperial City Secretary! Is it okay if I take you there?"

"Yeah!" Zuo Rou suddenly jumped up with excitement on his face, and then jumped out happily.

And Qiaoyun squinted at Song Beiyun with a subtle expression on his face, and smiled coldly.

"Sister Qiaoyun...don't listen to her, don't you know who she is?"

Qiao Yun snorted coldly, turned around and walked out, leaving only a cold sentence: "She can't make up such things."

It's over... It's over!The dark past that had been forcibly sealed by Song Beiyun was exposed by Zuo Rou in this way. He thought of the stupid things he did when he was young and ignorant, and now he can't wait to find a crack in the ground and sneak in.

More importantly...these bad things done behind the backs of people all over the world were told by the victims in front of others...

Song Beiyun leaned against the head of the bed holding the transfer order, his face was ashen, like someone who just drank brine and was waiting to die.

This state has been maintained until Zuo Rou and Qiaoyun changed into men's clothing and walked in. If Zuo Rou's disguise as a man was a pure insult to the audience's IQ, then her skills have been greatly improved now, at least at first glance. She doesn't look like a woman anymore, although her walking gait still looks like a girl's, but if you don't look closely, it does look like a man.

Compared to Qiaoyun, she is much better. She is a special soldier, so disguise is a compulsory course, and it is a piece of cake for a woman to disguise herself as a man.

"how?"

Zuo Rou came to Song Beiyun and turned around: "Is it okay now?"

Song Beiyun raised his eyelids to look at her, then sighed, put his forehead on her stomach, and said in a low voice: "Grandma, you really don't know how to live or die, do you really think that Huangcheng Division is some fun place? "

"So what, you can go, and I can go too. At worst, let's die together." Zuo Rou didn't care, rubbing Song Beiyun's head with his hands: "I dare, but you don't?"

Song Beiyun didn't speak, just stood up and pinched her face: "I'm going to work tomorrow, you are all ready, master, I'm going to be a bastard."

"You are too now." Zuo Rou looked at Song Beiyun confusedly: "Do you still think you are not a jerk?"

Early in the morning of the second day, Song Beiyun took care of everything and headed straight to the imperial city's office with the order in hand and the joyful Zuo Rou and the cautious Qiao Yun.

This place was burned by him, and now half of the wreckage has not been cleaned up, and there are only a few rooms left in the Yamen, but when Song Beiyun arrived there, there were still people lined up to greet him.

These people don't look like good people at first glance, they are typical rogues who have turned positive. It's okay to rely on these people to be urban management, but it's really weak to rely on them to be secret agents.

"Welcome Lord Song!"

The people who greeted Song Beiyun were laughing, and Song Beiyun didn't care. He just walked into the courtyard of the Imperial City Office with his hands behind his back, pointed to the pile of wreckage not far away, and asked with a frown, "Why is this?"

"Ah, Mr. Hui Song." A skinny official came up to Song Beiyun in a humble way, and replied with a smile on his face: "This is the ruins of the last time when the Imperial City Division caught fire strangely, because the case has not been investigated. This is regarded as evidence, so it has not been cleaned up."

"Find someone to clean it up." Song Beiyun walked into the room with his hands behind his back: "By the way, call all your relatives and relatives, and have a meeting!"

The thin relative never quite understood, stood there without moving, and Song Beiyun frowned: "Let all the relatives and above come quickly!"

"Oh oh oh oh... I'll call it now."

Soon, five relatives and five relatives came here, because there was really no room, so Song Beiyun had no choice but to set up a big table in the dining hall, and everyone sat in it.

Someone below poured tea for Song Beiyun. He took a sip and flipped through the roster of the Imperial City Secretary: "Everyone may have heard about it. I was ordered by the Queen Mother to be fatal and in charge... Bah, Imperial City Secretary. Come today Take a look, you can see how many problems there are in our Imperial City Division."

The next few relatives were all old fritters. When they saw a young man making a tune there, an older man laughed out loud at that time, but Song Beiyun just rolled his eyelids: "Take it."

Before everyone could react, Song Beiyun emphasized his tone again: "Take it!"

At this time, a relative stood up and said, "Master Song, this Master Yang made an unintentional mistake, it's inevitable..."

Song Beiyun didn't even raise his head: "Do you want to plead for him?"

The kiss shrank from the neck: "Don't dare..."

Soon, several courtyards came outside, after a moment of hesitation, he finally pressed the laughing Master Yang on the table.

"Pull it out, twenty army sticks, despise the superior." Song Beiyun raised his eyelids lightly: "Who agrees? Who opposes?"

No one spoke, and the official surnamed Yang was still yelling when he was dragged out: "My surname is Song, I have fought my life for the Queen Mother! I must give you a copy!!! Just wait and see!"

Song Beiyun raised his head: "Add twenty army sticks, don't beat him to death."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly laughed: "Colleagues, I didn't intend to kill anyone for meritorious service, nor did I intend to be a new official. Since I have accepted this order, I have the responsibility to set up this Imperial City Secretary. This kind of person who relies on the old to sell the old, to be honest, he can stay or not, if he wants to sue, he can sue. I am not what I want to be a military officer with a dignified reputation. Living."

Song Beiyun paused for a moment, then continued: "When I was waiting for colleagues just now, I looked through the files and records of our imperial city department over the years, and found that the fire was indescribably wonderful."

The few relatives below started to look at each other, and the complexions of a few of them obviously became ugly, but Song Beiyun waved his hands and said with a smile: "Don't worry, colleagues, I don't care about the matter of my predecessor." We will pursue it, since we are all in the same Yamen, we must work together, right? Here, I hope that in the days to come, I hope that all of you will work together and work together to make this Imperial City Department successful, big, and strong."

While talking, the sound of military sticks being hit on the flesh and screams came in, but Song Beiyun smiled without changing his face: "I know that there have been some twists and turns in the Imperial City Secretary a few days ago, but everyone is also worried about it." Don't be discouraged, there are some things that you don't need to care about, as long as your colleagues work hard in the days to come, then our Imperial City Division will be able to regroup and create greater glory."

"Since today is my first day in office, I have to start over from the beginning." Song Beiyun gently clasped the table: "First of all, in the future, the soldiers of the Imperial City Division need to be distinguished from the Forbidden Army, and I will give it to the Imperial City Division. Re-arrange the officer's attire. Secondly, the weapons must be distinguished from the imperial army. The imperial city commander can no longer be responsible for the imperial army, and at the same time, there is a new job for you. Those whose names I have called, stand up."

"Le Anshun..."

This seemingly random thing made the old department of the Imperial City Department dizzy. Naturally, this kind of unreasonable behavior would be reported as a small report, so someone reported what Song Beiyun had done that night. In order to stab the queen mother.

"Is there such a thing?" The queen mother laughed softly: "This little monkey is still a little capable, and he cured the oldest one when he came up."

"He is in the name of the empress..." A little eunuch said to the queen mother: "Those people are loyal to the empress. If this continues..."

"Loyalty? Loyalty, they did something for me! What did you see them do? They are useless! I wanted to deal with them a long time ago, but now that little monkey has done it, let him go, a rag What can the Imperial City Secretary do?"

After the queen mother finished speaking, she smiled and shook her head: "Return new clothes, new weapons, do what you want, let him play around, as long as he is honest and obedient, he can do anything."

At this moment, Song Beiyun really didn't care at all. He just sent away a relative who came to give gifts, then walked into the study and hugged Qiaoqiao's waist from behind, leaned over and whispered in her ear: "Qiaoqiao baby, thank you."

"Say yes, I want to sleep with you today, otherwise I won't agree..." Qiaoqiao said aggrievedly: "Since you have a princess, I am no longer in your eyes."

"Nonsense, what I'm thinking about is pretty baby." Song Beiyun kissed her on the face: "Then shall I reward pretty baby tonight?"

"I don't want to, go and go...don't bother me, or I won't be able to draw the clothes."

Chapter 223: On November 11th, it was sunny and heavy snow was already a cliff with hundreds of feet of ice, and there were still beautiful flowers and branches

In the early morning of the next day, Song Beiyun quietly entered the palace, and then began to complain, first to the Queen Mother, and then to Zhao Xing after the complaint was over. Anyway, the two words "no money" were repeated over and over again.

"It's hard for a smart woman to live without rice. The monthly salary has to be increased, new clothes have to be changed, and weapons have to be made. Where does the money come from? If you can't even solve this, how can I be a factory owner? Will the boss accept me? Why don't you pay me overnight? The stall was lifted for me?"

Song Beiyun was eloquent and emotional in the empress dowager, when it came to the heartache, he wanted to beat his feet and chest.

"Okay, how much do you want?"

"First come 30 guan, this is indispensable. Madam, let me settle this account for you..."

"Okay." The queen mother waved her hand: "30 is 30, just give it to you, you just do your best, don't make any trouble for me."

"Thank you ma'am..."

Then Song Beiyun came in front of Zhao Xing again, and slapped his thigh: "They are all a bunch of rotten people. They don't do much and eat a lot. I need people, organization, reorganization, and reorganization of functions and authority. Now this broken place is not as good as Tai It is not a good thing that many people have a conflict of interest. Special personnel must be set up to specialize, and they are idle anyway, and the Imperial City Division must be independent."

Zhao Xing was drinking tea and eating cakes, and raised his eyes to look at Song Beiyun: "After asking my mother to ask for 30, how much do you want me to ask?"

"300 million!" Song Beiyun held up a finger: "Another 1000 people will be added, and three additional departments will be added at the same time, the Craftsmanship Department, the Tuntian Department, and the Coal Engineering Department."

Zhao Xing pondered for a moment, then jumped up against the table: "I asked my mother for thirty, and you asked me for three hundred? Do I owe you?"

"Listen to the three departments I added, can I harm you?" Song Beiyun wiped his mouth, took a piece of pastry from the imperial case, stuffed it into his mouth, and said vaguely: "If this thing happens, I will tell you Tell me, the days to come will be better.”

"How do you say it? Tell me in detail."

Song Beiyun told Zhao Xingyi about his reform plan of the Imperial City Division: "The reform plan of the Imperial City Division is like this. Those messy responsibilities in the past are all gone, just four! First: Monitor the Imperial City. It was originally written All officials, but I am afraid that those stinky old nine will rebound too much and you will not be able to hold back, so I will monitor the imperial city. Second: the research and development of new weapons, which is the responsibility of the Craftsmanship Department. Third: the cultivation and collection of new types of food, This is the responsibility of the Tuntian Division. Fourth: The Coal Industry Division is responsible for the mining, operation, and cooperation of coal mines, and at the same time launched a mining license system, and coal is listed as a national strategic resource."

"This... how long have you been planning?"

"I thought about it on the spur of the moment last night." Song Beiyun sat on the steps and wiped his hands on the emperor's tablecloth: "People's fortunes are dynamic, and the plan can't keep up with the changes. When I go to the Ministry of Industry, I will take care of it here." That's right. The cooperation between the two sides has greatly accelerated the progress. Last night, I felt that the Imperial City Division was an unreasonable and violent organization, right? Can't make a mistake."

After Song Beiyun finished speaking, he raised his head and stretched out his hand: "300 million, will you give it?"

"Give it!" Zhao Xing sighed, "But if you want to go out from the household department, that's not good. Those iron cocks in the household department can be regarded as worthless. They can only go out from the inner warehouse, but this time and again, my The palace is ruined again."

"Why do you need such a big palace, make your own cage more beautiful?"

Zhao Xing kicked Song Beiyun's ass: "You bastard, this is the national system."

"Fart." Song Beiyun spat: "If you can drive a long car and run over all the countries that can be seen on the map, even if you live in a thatched hut, the envoys will only dare to kneel outside and wait for you to wake up from your afternoon nap. And It's not to throw face at you in your golden palace, to leave as soon as you say, come as soon as you come."

Zhao Xing took a deep breath: "Thanks to my good temper, otherwise Song Beiyun, you will die today! Wang Banban, take the money and tell him to get out! Get out!"

"There are still [-] establishments! Don't forget, mention this to the officials!" When Song Beiyun was dragged out by the old eunuch, he stretched his neck and shouted: "Don't forget! !"

After taking a large sum of money, Song Beiyun strutted into the imperial city's yamen, sat down in the inner hall, and immediately there was a tea made by Xiao Fan, and when he turned his head and saw Zuo Rou's saber Putting it aside, he quickly asked: "Where is that guy? That bitch is chirping."

"I just competed with wrestlers outside and injured my arm. I'm recuperating in the other garden. The injury is not serious, just a sprained tendon. It will be fine in a few days."

"Fuck..." Song Beiyun rubbed his forehead: "Okay, let's leave her alone. Go, recruit someone, and have a meeting!"

Another meeting, two meetings in two days, those relatives and officials who didn't want to go out because of the cold weather can be said to be full of complaints, but if they don't go, Lao Yang was beaten yesterday Still lying on the bed.

Half an hour later, all the officials, big and small, came. They sat down one by one at Song Beiyun's position. Song Beiyun didn't speak in the chief position, but just drank tea quietly. He didn't raise his head until all the people came. : "My colleagues, I went back last night and did a careful calculation. Our monthly salary is a bit miserable. A servant of the same rank as the seventh rank, who sold his life for a month, is only seven guan. It's horrible in comparison, the county magistrate in a place outside can get seventeen or eighth ranks in a month from the seventh rank."

When the officials, big and small, heard this, they didn't know what it meant at the time, but some of them reacted excitedly, and naturally became excited, and many people even began to secretly figure out what the hell was going on. How much monthly salary can be increased.

"I knocked a sum of money from the officials and the empress dowager." Song Beiyun raised his legs and said, "The money is naturally not mine, so since I am the chief official of all of you, I must give everyone an explanation. Our Huangcheng Division has more than 1000 brothers, and the monthly salary per capita is three more than four yuan, which is not acceptable. So from now on, all the brothers in the Huangcheng Division on the roster will have their monthly salaries doubled."

As soon as Song Beiyun finished speaking, the room became agitated with a buzzing sound, and they couldn't hide the excitement in their hearts and began to chat with each other.This Imperial City Division has also experienced several chief officials.But this month's money has never been raised, but now this kid has doubled it the next day?What is this?

"Come on, let the bookkeeper record it." Song Beiyun snapped his fingers, ordered the bookkeeper next to him, and coughed a few times: "All the Imperial City Division, on the original basis, will double their monthly salary. In addition, there will be five additional rounds every year during the dog days." Money to enjoy the cool air, three or nine days a year to add five guan qian to roast fire, Qingming, Lixia, Mid-Autumn Festival, and winter solstice, three guan for each person, five catties of meat and one fish. An additional monthly payment is issued during the Spring Festival. Brothers will receive additional subsidies for weddings, funerals, marriages and illnesses, and the amount of subsidies depends on the specific circumstances."

After Song Beiyun finished reading, he looked back at the bookkeeper: "Have you recorded it?"

"Remember it, Master Song."

"Fold and frame! Make it a routine."

After the voice fell, the room was silent until someone suddenly coughed, and everyone reacted one after another. They quickly stood up and bowed to Song Beiyun, each mouthful of Mr. Song being wise.

"Don't worry about flattering." Song Beiyun took a sip of tea, and then handed the hot water to Xiao Fan next to him: "This money is obtained from the internal treasury and not through the Ministry of Households and officials, so if everyone in the future They are all passive and negligent, I am afraid..."

"Of course I dare not..."

"Don't dare, don't dare..."

"It will be the labor of a dog and a horse."