Song Beiyun

As for the real Renzong... Song Beiyun had thought about it before and decided to change his name, but Song Beiyun, who "recites poems and composes everything right, and named him Song Goudan", failed to give the little Emperor Renzong a name in the end. What a shocking title.

Goudan is still Goudan, at most it will be called Tie Zhu in the future...

After thinking wildly for a long time, Zhao Xing finally finished reading the Guoshu. He looked up at Song Beiyun in disbelief, and couldn't say a word for a long time.

"You...how did you talk to him? This...this..."

The Taoism here has gone a long way, from an unequal treaty that humiliates the country to a mutually beneficial treaty for customs clearance and exchange. If Zhao Xing can't understand the things here, he should have been thrown with his head covered. to the well.The changes made him speechless with excitement. Just the abolition of the annual currency system and the bilateral mutual tax exemption are enough to save several million guan a year.

It’s not spending but earning, and because of the mutual tax exemption, the commercial vitality of Da Song is obviously better than that of Liao. Song Beiyun explained before that this is definitely good for Da Song.

"What is this? It's only temporary. If the prince of the Liao Kingdom doesn't get the throne, it's just waste paper." Song Beiyun sighed, put his hands on Zhao Xing's desk covered with yellow cloth, and leaned down to face Zhao Xing Said: "Officials, you have to understand one thing. If you can't get something on the battlefield, don't even think about it on the negotiating table."

Zhao Xing looked up into his eyes, nodded earnestly and said, "I understand, but you don't know how to train soldiers..."

"I'm not suitable for leading soldiers." Song Beiyun straightened up: "But I will find a way."

"Why?"

"What do the officials want to ask?" Song Beiyun tilted his head and asked, "Ask me why I think about Da Song so much?"

"Well, after all, with your talent, you must be a very popular figure in Jinliao, enjoying endless glory and wealth, and making endless triumphs. But you are in Song Dynasty, just..." Zhao Xing smiled wryly: "I just feel wronged." gone."

"The Ninth Day of the First Classic of "Book of Changes": Qianlong, don't use it. If you jump into the deep, there is no blame. When the water is full, it overflows, and when the moon is full, it is short. A gentleman moves when the time is right." Song Beiyun took a few steps back and cupped his hands at Zhao Xing: "The minister will leave."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left the Shang study room, and only Zhao Xing was left holding the national book, flipping through it back and forth, then suddenly laughed, and then the laughter became louder and louder, until he was startled and hid from Song Beiyun The old eunuch Wang.

"What's wrong with you, official? Official!"

Zhao Xing's laughter gradually stopped, and he leaned on the back of the chair: "Now I somewhat understand why Uncle Fu pushed Song Beiyun to me. This son is by no means an easy person. Uncle Fu warned me before leaving, saying If this son is used properly, he will be a person who expands the frontier, if he is not used properly, he can overturn the great Song Dynasty, and now I have seen it! I have really seen it."

"The official... the old slave is unknown."

"If it were someone else, he would open his mouth and say his allegiance to me, but that guy just left a saying that a gentleman waits for the time to move. I understand what he means. If I were this time, he would be Fei Xiong, Guan Zhong, Xiao He, If it wasn't for me at this time, he would be Qingfu, Zhao Gao, Liang Ji, whoever he is depends on me." Zhao Xing took a deep breath: "God help me."

"But the official, isn't this son very dangerous?"

"Wealth and wealth are in danger. If I am a wise king, it is in danger? If I am a foolish king, then what if this country is let to rot? I don't want perfection, I only want posthumous posthumous title after death. , wouldn’t it be nice to come to Mingrui Kangjingzhuang?”

Seeing Zhao Xing's lonely face talking to himself, the old eunuch could only let out a long sigh. From his point of view, it's hard to imagine what kind of state of mind such a young emperor would have when he was thinking about his posthumous title. , but it will definitely not be smiling like that, but as an emperor, this kind of misery is not humane.

On the other hand, Song Beiyun, after he handed over the letter of credence that made Zhao Xing not even talk about love, he went home and went to sleep with the fragrant and soft girl in his arms. He was exhausted these days anyway. Liu, to be honest...he doesn't care much.

Because looking back, it wasn't the White Lotus Sect who assassinated the Empress Dowager, nor was it the White Lotus Sect who kidnapped the five little sweethearts, nor was it the White Lotus Sect who assassinated the previous imperial envoy. The only thing they did was to offer rewards to Song Beiyun on the black market...

After that, they actually didn't know why they became the most wanted people by the imperial court, and they didn't know why the whole country started yelling at them.

It's just... inexplicable.

Chapter 243: December 12

Song Beiyun didn't wake up until the sun was up, and if he didn't wake up, Miao Yan, who was afraid of the cold, couldn't bear to get up, so the two of them rubbed back and forth under the quilt until noon.

"No." Song Beiyun sat up and said, "I'm going to starve to death."

"Don't let the heat go!" Miao Yan quickly tore off the quilt: "Then go cook."

"Eat whatever you want, I have something to do later." Song Beiyun got up and put on his clothes, and patted Miaoyan's head under the quilt: "How about egg pancakes?"

"Hmm..." Miao Yan stretched out her arms from under the quilt, and softly called out, "My husband hugs..."

"Hold the grass, it's 25 so soon?"

"I'm the GM. I'll improve you a little bit for now, and I'll transfer you back when the time comes." Miao Yan giggled, "Hurry up... I want a hug."

"Can you still do this?"

Having said that, Song Beiyun still leaned over and gave Miaoyan a big hug. To be honest, he also prefers to hug Miaoyan, not only because she is fragrant and soft, but also has a unique emotion that belongs to "hometown people" Joining it, there is a special sense of stability in my heart when I hold her.

"Remember to bring your things here today, and I'll live here from now on." Miao Yan stretched her cool hand along Song Beiyun's skirt, and stuck it to his warm back: "Otherwise, I'll have a hard time this winter."

"How have you been before?"

"Let's burn the kang." Miao Yan sighed, "But no one is comfortable with a warm stove."

"Okay, okay, it's time to get up, don't worry about it anymore. Oh...you get dressed, you'll catch a cold later." Song Beiyun rubbed Miaoyan's head: "Otherwise, I'll have to stand up again later, After all, he is full of blood."

Miao Yan sent the clothes from the side and stuffed them into the quilt to keep it warm, and the other hand grabbed Song Beiyun's neckline and let him press on her body: "Tell me, who took off this clothes?"

"Okay, if you go on like this, you don't even want to eat." Song Beiyun kissed her on the forehead: "Get up."

After eating some food, Song Beiyun took his daughter Xiang, who was wearing Miaoyan, to the Imperial City Department. After passing by, he called yesterday's relative over, and after kicking him twice, he ordered: "Go and get some information." People, move everything in the house, and that cherry tree, that tree is worth more than you."

Of course, the relative didn't dare to ask the question, so he agreed obediently, and then brought some people over to move Song Beiyun.And after everything was arranged here, he found the relative who was in charge of the torture, walked up to him and whispered a few words to him, and then went to a special small room.

In a short while, the three subordinates escorted Bai Nian'an into the room, tied him to the chair inlaid on the ground in the room, and Song Beiyun sat opposite him, holding the teapot in his hand, In front of him was the answer sheet about Bai Nian'an's examination paper when he obtained his fame, and while sipping tea, he looked at his paper with a smile on his face.

"You are Bai Nian'an?" Song Beiyun raised his head and glanced at the prisoner not far in front of him: "The name is a good name, Bai Nian'an Bai Nian'an, who is much better at naming names than me, if I were you, I would have to choose a name White hammer and white dog egg are not allowed."

"You are Song Beiyun?"

Bai Nian'an slowly raised his head to look at Song Beiyun, with a contemptuous smile on his face, as if looking at that wild dog.

"Yes, I am Song Beiyun, do you know what I have committed?"

Song Beiyun laughed lightly, but there was a bit of chill in his eyes: "You don't need me to remind you?"

"Song Gou's kindness, how dare I accept it. Now that I am in your hands, I have nothing to say. I will kill you or kill me." Bai Nian'an also figured it out. The evidence of treason is now conclusive. It was useless for him to deny it in every possible way. The world has never heard of the reason for the rebellion to be alive. Not only will he not be able to survive, but his wife and children may...

"Okay, okay, what an iron bone." Song Beiyun was playing with a brush in his hand: "Master Baitan, you are going to kill and cut, but it's a little difficult for me. I heard that you compare yourself to Huang Chao? Is there such a thing? "

"So what?"

Song Beiyun laughed: "Come here, feed Lord Bai Tan something."

Soon, someone came in from outside, holding a bowl of fragrant and hot minced meat soup in his hand. The aroma flooded into Bai Nian'an's nose as soon as he entered the room, and he subconsciously swallowed his saliva as he was hungry and cold.

The jailer who came in walked up to Bai Nian'an and began to feed him the broth in his hand. Bai Nian'an didn't suspect fraud, he was a dying person anyway, so what if he had a meal of decapitation?It would be nice to be a full ghost even if you go down.

After thinking about it, he was fearless. He opened his mouth and ate up a large bowl full of broth. After eating, he yelled loudly: "Happy! Comfortable! This taste is wonderful .”

"That's right, that's what Huang Chao said." Song Beiyun put his feet on the table: "The old secretary of the Tang Dynasty, the thieves besieged Chen County for a hundred days, and there was still no crops in the Kanto region. The people were hungry leaning against the wall, and the thieves captured people and ate them. Thousands of people are killed every day. The thieves have a pound mill village, and they make hundreds of giant pestles.

After finishing speaking, he chuckled lightly: "Your son tastes good, right?"

Hearing these words, Bai Nian'an's face changed drastically, even though his whole body was tightly bound, he still touched the ground with his feet, making a bang bang, which could be heard clearly even hundreds of feet away.

"Come on, stop his mouth, don't let him spit it out!"

With Song Beiyun's order, several strong men around covered their mouths, pressed their tongues, and pinned Bai Nian'an on the chair, unable to move.

Seeing his ghost-like eyes, Song Beiyun was unmoved at all, shaking his feet and smiling, imitating Bai Nian'an's tone just now and shouting: "Happy! Comfortable! This taste is wonderful."

Hearing these words, Bai Nian'an struggled violently, and the strong men couldn't help themselves, their fingers even showed a strange angle due to the struggle, but he didn't feel any pain at all.

Song Beiyun didn't speak, just smiled and watched his performance. After a lot of tossing, Bai Nian'an really had no strength, and sat there with his head drooped, his throat making a sound like a wild animal, which was terrifying to watch.

"It's not busy, your son is considered strong, and the rest can be used for you and your brothers to eat a few meals. Lingmei is okay in my opinion. Just wait for your son to finish eating, and you can enjoy Lingmei." Song Beiyun asked. He shook his head and said, "How can it be so easy to be a yellow chao, don't you think so? You can only become a master when you suffer hardships. Don't say you have to endure hardships, even if you eat some meat, you still struggle like this. Are you still a yellow chao? "

"Song Dog! You must die!"

Bai Nian'an's voice seemed to come from the abyss of hell, hoarse with despair, like a trapped wild animal.

"Don't bother you Bai Tanzhu, whether I die or not has nothing to do with you." Song Beiyun took a sip of tea, dangling his feet, and looked at Bai Nian'an's death with a smile: "Anyway, I don't intend to ask you. What, I just want to see you look so dead, it's hilarious to see you. Come here!"

The married couple who had just been guarded outside walked in, holding a basket in his hand. Inside the basket was a pair of sewage, exuding a strange smell. He put the basket beside Bai Nian'an and said to Song Beiyun, "My lord, please tell me."

"Put an iron plate on the stove, and let Lord Baitan see how his lovely young son's intestines turned into a delicacy." Song Beiyun waved his hands: "Have they been washed? Don't make a mess."

"Master Hui Song, of course it has been washed." The relative took out the offal from the basket, put the iron plate on the stove according to Song Beiyun's instructions, then cut off the offal with scissors, and threw it piece by piece. On to that hot iron plate.

With the sizzling sound and the smell of spices, Bai Nian'an suddenly burst into tears, shouting inaudible words, tears dripping down his dirty face onto the skirt of his clothes.

Song Beiyun propped his cheek with one hand on the side: "Master Baitan, are you afraid? You are going to be a member of Huangchao. Let me make you a set of tofu soup with human head later? Don't worry, I will definitely Get the hair clean and make sure it looks delicious."

"Song Beiyun...you are not human...you are a beast..."

"Hi." Song Beiyun tapped the table twice lightly: "You are a person who wants to be a yellow nest, and you call me a beast. This is an old double standard. Come, come, I will give you more information. Come on , go and bring the beloved daughter of this loyal and courageous righteous man who claims to be Huang Chao.”

"Song Beiyun!"

Hearing his roar, Song Beiyun was even more happy, he simply stood up and turned around Bai Nian'an, patting his head lightly: "Think about it, you became Huang Chao, but many people have ended up like this Why? You are allowed to eat other people’s children, but they are not allowed to eat yours? People like you are inferior.”

While talking, the door outside was opened, and then a vicious man walked in leading a little girl. The little girl was three or four years old, she was pink and tender, and she looked especially cute.

Song Beiyun stepped forward, took the child's hand, came to Bai Nian'an, knelt down and pinched her little face, pointed at Bai Nian'an and said, "Do you think who is that?"

"That's Daddy!"

As soon as the soft and immature milk voice came out, Bai Nian'an collapsed without any suspense. He cried and said, "Let her go! Let her go!! As long as you let her go! listen!"

"Oh?" Song Beiyun got up and smiled, "Is it that simple?"

"Song Beiyun...Master Song, please forgive me, the child is still young...not sensible yet."

"Hey, it doesn't matter if she is ignorant, what matters is whether you understand or not." Song Beiyun sat back on his seat, still holding the little girl in his arms: "Bai Nian'an, let me ask you again, do you still want to be Huang Chao?"

"No...I'm wrong...I'm guilty, I deserve to die!"

And at this moment, another person came outside, holding a child in his arms, his big eyes were full of curiosity, and caramel residue was still hanging from the corner of his mouth.When he came in, seeing Bai Nian'an, he happily called out to Daddy.

When Bai Nian'an saw him, he fell into a coma.

"What kind of person is this? Your mother can faint after eating mutton soup?" Song Beiyun pointed at him and said to the little girl in his arms, "Look at your father, are you ashamed?"

Chapter 244: On December 12th, the Sunny Night Comes Stormy

"Master Song's trial is truly a masterpiece, the torture is even worse than Master Song's."

The skinny relative brought a bowl of meat soup and put it in front of Song Beiyun, smiling all over his face: "Your official has benefited a lot these days."

Song Beiyun took the bowl and sipped the soup: "Old Li."

"Lao Li... Lao Li, Lao Li, what are your orders?"

Song Beiyun turned his head and took a torture manual that he had written blindly: "Take it and read it carefully, and I will guarantee that you will be transferred to the Ministry of Criminal Justice as the head of the Ministry of Justice for three years."

That "Old Li" was overjoyed, took the notebook-like thing and put it in his arms like a treasure, and then became more and more courteous to Song Beiyun, rubbing his hands and laughing: "Master Song, you wiped out the remnants of Bailian before." At that time, I caught a woman who was as beautiful as a flower and graceful, would you be interested in interrogating her overnight? After the interrogation, the custodian will feel comfortable."

"Not interested." Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "We are dealing with evidence. If you let me find out that you are arresting people randomly, you will belong to the inspection team. Don't go in by yourself. I won't care about getting you out. .”

"Yes, yes, the villain has it in mind."

Song Beiyun nodded, and pulled out a scroll from the drawer: "Don't blame me for not reminding you."

"Old Li" unfolded the booklet and looked at it, his expression immediately became weird. He looked around, raised his head and looked at Song Beiyun with a weak complexion: "Master Song... this..."

"Go down and tell the brothers, don't be that early bird."

After he finished speaking, he got up and left to go home. As for what was on the booklet, it was actually a proposal for the rectification movement. That is to say, this initiative is about to be promulgated as a decree.

The content of this rectification decree includes restricting the extortion of confessions by torture, and restricting the rights of all departments directly under the case, including the Yamen at all levels, the Dali Temple, the Yamen of the Ministry of Punishment, and the Imperial City Division.There is a saying in it that law enforcers have laws to control, law-abiding people have laws to follow, and law-breakers have laws to govern.

It was Yan Shu who signed the zhezi, and everyone knew who Yan Shu was, so this decree was something Zhao Xiang used to curb the authority of the Imperial City Secretary.

Of course, as for who wrote the "Government of Three Laws", it was naturally Song Beiyun.When he gave this to Yan Shu, Yan Shu also said that he was stupid and restricted his own power.But Song Beiyun didn't care at all. Power brings corruption, and absolute power brings absolute corruption. The law is the cage of power. Putting this tiger in the cage is precisely the greatest protection for oneself.

There are three tigers in the world, power, money and fame. If someone releases these three tigers, the tiger will eat people. If there is no one to eat, who will die in the tiger's mouth? The answer is self-evident.

It can't be said that the ancients were not smart, but after all, the limitations of their vision lie there. They don't know what kind of shocks will be brought about when the first "land reform" is implemented in the future.Now he restricts his power precisely for the purpose of restraining the entire Song Dynasty scholar-bureaucrats in the future.

But now the "rule of the three laws" is still a cluster of flames. Maybe some people have thought about it, but no one would have thought that this is just an insignificant step in a series of reforms. If you want to limit violent institutions, then you should limit it. They also enjoy a reputation for being wise.

But they didn't think about it carefully. The future extension of this system is precisely aimed at their scholar-official class. Putting tigers in cages happens to be power.

At this moment, Fu Wang Qiantui, who is far away in Fuzhou, is reading a secret letter. The secret letter was sent by the Secretary of the Command. It listed a series of behavior rules of Song Beiyun these days. Everything looks vigorous, but it is inconspicuous. The "Government of Three Laws" written in one place attracted Fu Wang's attention.

He ordered the spy of Siming Division to present the detailed rules of the "Government of Three Laws" to him for a closer look. After reading it, King Fu's face became very strange, and he muttered: "What is this plotting? Shocking thunder blocks the breeze... Strange."

As King Fu said, this "rule of three laws" is absolutely inconspicuous compared with Song Beiyun's vigorous actions of arresting the chaotic party and integrating the Imperial City Division, but if you think about it carefully, why did he Want to make such an initiative?Why curb your own power?It is right to rule power by law, but why does he want to cut himself?

Fu Wang couldn't understand it, but he knew that this kid must be thinking about something important... He closed his eyes and thought for a long time, then suddenly slapped his head: "This guy wants to move mountains!"

After finishing speaking, King Fu took up a pen and wrote a long letter and handed it over to the spy of the Department of Command: "This letter must be handed over to the official's house in person, and no one else should see it. If it leaks, your head will fall to the ground."

"Yes!" The spy put the letter away: "Is there any order for Chitose?"

"Go look for Song Beiyun, and tell him that this king asked him where he wants to move the mountain and how to move it."

"Yes, little one, let's start."

"Go." King Fu rolled his beard: "Next time you come, bring some ducks from Jinling, I miss you so much."

"Little understands."