Song Beiyun

"It's not bad, but if that person surnamed Xiao picked up a stick and whipped him at that time, I'm afraid you will be in trouble." Song Beiyun said cheerfully: "But having said that, Master Ye is fine. The capital is here."

"I'm also working for the superiors, but Master Song..." Master Ye cupped his hands at Song Beiyun and said, "I will rely on Master Song a lot in the days to come."

"you're welcome."

"I've prepared food and wine inside, how about going to eat and drink?"

Song Beiyun looked at the time and shook his head again and again: "There's no time, it's time to go back. Let's go another day, Master Ye, please stay."

After finishing speaking, he flung his sleeves and walked out. At this moment, a man who had been with Master Ye from Qingshui County approached him and asked in a low voice, "Master Ye, why are you so polite to this kid? And I think he looks familiar."

"Do you know the Secretary of the Imperial City?" Ye Dangjia laughed: "This man's name is Song Beiyun."

The guy took a deep breath, how could he have never heard of Song Dog's name, but the rumored Song Beiyun was very bizarre, but he didn't expect that the real Imperial City Secretary Yan Wang was actually a young man with red lips and white teeth.

"Hiss... this young man is ruthless enough, those heads... just thinking about it a few days ago made me tremble." The guy shuddered: "The head of the house is also familiar with him?"

"Have you forgotten the boy who handed over the bead machine to us nearly a year ago?"

The guy slapped his head: "Mother, you mean that is..."

"I told you at the time that this son is an extraordinary person. In the future, you may have to rely on his nose, but now it has come true." Ye Dangjia sighed: "Look at his eyebrows, although he is heroic, he is by no means forgiving. If you, a man of great spirit, had offended him at that time, I am afraid that the heads of you and me would be hanging on the city gate today."

The guy rubbed his face: "I almost kicked him out at that time."

"Hahaha, thank you for not killing me." Master Ye slapped the guy on the head: "Go and eat something."

At this moment, Song Beiyun had returned home quickly, changed his clothes, washed, turned on the lamp and went to bed in one go. Just as he was about to fall asleep in a daze, there was a knock at the door, followed by the chirping voice of Yingying Yanyan piercing through the window lattice.

He couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, but he had to know that he had clearly rejected the invitation of these girls to go out to play. If he let them know that he had gone out to play and came back now, he would be devastated.

After finally waiting for the noise to subside, about an hour later, the girls all fell asleep tired and sleepy, but at this moment Song Beiyun heard his door being pushed open with a creak, and then there was The sound of small footsteps came over. Although the footsteps were light, they were steady and powerful. It was Qiaoyun's footsteps.

"have you slept?"

Qiaoyun sat by the bed and asked softly. Song Beiyun turned his head and glanced at her, only to see that she was sitting there in thin pajamas. Although there was a stove in the room, it was still cold. He dragged Qiaoyun into the bed and turned over to press her on top of her, whispering: "Sister Qiaoyun, can't you sleep?"

Qiao Yun didn't speak, but just hugged Xiao Song's waist with both hands, if there was no tacit understanding, Xiao Song would still be a pervert, he immediately buried his head in the bed with a hey.

Then for most of the night, there were only strange movements and the creaking of the wooden bed in the room, and even made Zuo Rou, who couldn't sleep well and slept next door, stare at the ceiling until it was almost dawn... …

When he got up the next day, Qiaoyun had disappeared. Song Beiyun put on his clothes and went out to find that there was already porridge, oil cakes bought outside, and a few pickles on the table. Although they were simple, they were also very refreshing.

Qiao Yun was busy, but Zuo Rou was sitting there with a dull expression and heavy dark circles under her eyes. When she saw Song Beiyun sitting over, she immediately patted him back and forth with her hands.

"What are you doing?" Song Beiyun gave her a push: "I fell ill early in the morning."

"I stayed up all night!" Zuo Rou kicked Song Beiyun, "It's all your fault!"

"How did I provoke you again?"

Zuo Rou snorted: "Last night your end creaked and creaked, it's annoying to death!"

Speaking of this, Qiaoyun just brought out the hot soup, and when she heard her words, her face became hot immediately, she lowered her head and did not speak, she put the things on the table and went out.

"What? Do you want to try it too?"

"Oh, it's not rare!" Zuo Rou picked up the porridge and snorted and drank it, then put down the bowl and wiped her mouth: "The prostitute."

Song Beiyun let out a hey, and directly held Zuo Rou's leg and squeezed it a few times: "What's your opinion?"

"I'm too lazy to tell you." Zuo Rou moved her legs back and said, "Where are you going to play today?"

"I'm not free today, I'll go to order Mao later." Song Beiyun picked up the pancake and glanced at the silly girl next to him: "It seems to be really big, come here and let me have a look."

When he spoke, his hand had already passed away, but Zuo Rou just gave him a blank look, but she didn't stop her, but said proudly: "I said earlier, it's a little bigger."

"Well, not bad." Song Beiyun nodded with a smile: "I have improved a bit, let's keep working hard."

After speaking, he stood up and said, "Eat first, I'm running out of time, so I'm going to order."

"Are you coming back this afternoon?"

"I don't know." Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "What? Are you going on a long trip?"

"Well, Qiaoqiao said that she wants to go to Yangzhou to see the silk, and she will leave in the afternoon, and it may take two or three days to come back." Zuo Rou was holding the porridge, with white rice grains on the corner of her mouth: "If you don't Empty, I won’t wait for you.”

"Go and play." Song Beiyun stood at the door and said, "I have to go to the palace tomorrow. I can't make the officials wait for me all the time."

"Then go away."

Song Beiyun never cared about Zuorou, he closed the door and walked out. While eating cakes, he came to the gate of the Imperial City Department's yamen, and at the gate, he saw a middle-aged man with a wealthy appearance standing there, with his hands down. look up.

He expected this person to be Mr. Xiao, Song Beiyun walked into the gate of the yamen from beside him with a smile, and not long after he entered, someone next to him mentioned the Mr. Xiao and said: "The one who walked in just now is Mr. Song , you are going to look for him, I will report right now."

Mr. Xiao was very grateful, and stuffed another silver leaf into the guard's hand.After all, this money is a good thing. After a while, the guard came out and said: "Master Song let you in, you have to be careful what you say."

"Thank you, Mr. Jun, for your suggestion... Thank you, Mr. Jun."

Master Xiao came down to Song Beiyun's office led by the guard, knocked on the door, and walked in.But at this moment, Song Beiyun was sitting there while watching the duty records of the past few days while eating pancakes, but he didn't look up at himself, he was not busy, even standing there waiting, he still didn't dare to make a sound.

After waiting for about half an hour, Song Beiyun finished reading the on-duty records and finished eating the cakes before he slowly raised his head: "Who are you?"

"Grassman Xiao Wanquan..." Master Xiao hurriedly cupped his hands towards Song Beiyun and said, "Yesterday, the dog offended Master Song, and this time I am here to make amends to Master Song."

"Oh, it doesn't matter to me." Song Beiyun laughed softly: "What happened yesterday, didn't your son tell you?"

Master Xiao shook his head blankly: "He only said that he offended Mr. Song..."

"Your son, let's go back and bleed his hair and hang it on the beam." Song Beiyun shook his head lightly: "Even gods can't save him."

This remark sounded like a gag, but Mr. Xiao seemed to have sensed the mystery, and he said with a smile, "Master Song... I would like to hear more about it."

"It's not important to bump into me. Did you know that Da Song's official family made a private visit yesterday?" Song Beiyun tapped on the table lightly: "It's difficult, it's difficult."

Hearing the word "official family", Mr. Xiao's expression suddenly changed, his lips twitched, and he couldn't say a word for a while.

"There is an old saying, it's the fault of not being a godfather. I didn't want to spoil the interest of the officials yesterday, so I let your son go back, but he didn't take this matter to heart. He is ignorant, but you should be. "Song Beiyun sighed and said: "Nowadays, the officials say that there will be severe punishment, but I also feel sorry for it. After all, such things are not small, but they are not small. To put it mildly, it is just a misunderstanding, I don't know. The person is not guilty. But at a bigger level, it is to surround the officials with the intention of committing murder. Does your son have a reputation?"

"Return...Return to Master Song, not yet."

"Okay, go back and wait to die. There's no way out. I'm going to arrest someone after noon today. Don't try to escape. If you can't escape, not only can't you escape, but you will also be murdered all over the house. It's not worth it. How much do you want?" How old are you? I don’t know if I can give birth to a child, so go back and make arrangements for your funeral.”

Master Xiao knelt down on the ground with a plop, kowtowed like pounding garlic, and begged Song Beiyun with a sob in his mouth: "Master Song, you have to think of a way for the grassroots..."

Chapter 261: On December 12th, the rainy red deer turned upside down

"What can be done about it?"

Song Beiyun sighed and said, "Your son is at the end of his life, and he lost [-] pennies but wanted to vent his anger on the officials. How can there be such a reason in the world? If you say that you have no fault, it will definitely not work. .Now the officials are furious, what do you say you should do."

"As long as Mr. Song can say a few words, my Xiao family will never forget it!"

Master Xiao lay on the ground, weeping bitterly.This is not an act but a fear from the heart. Regardless of whether what Song Beiyun said is true or not, as long as he is in the Imperial City Department, he will be what he says. A deer is a deer or a horse is a horse. The cloud in the sky looks like a toad, but no one can say that it is a chicken.

Right and wrong, twists and turns, yin and yang, all depend on his mouth.For a class of businessmen like his old Xiao, that is Ren Yuan Ren Bian, and there is no room for refutation.

"I'm an official of the sixth rank, how can I say a few good words? What should I say?" Song Beiyun spread his hands and said helplessly: "When the time comes, the official will ask, 'Song Beiyun, you are so bold, you dare to dare others Intercede, I'm afraid I didn't eat the spoils', how do you want me to answer? Even if I really ate the spoils, I dare not say it, not to mention that I didn't even drink a mouthful of soup."

"Master Song... I understand, Cao Min understands. My Xiao family still has twelve properties in Jinling City. I will donate all these properties to Mr. Song. You see..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Beiyun slapped the table heavily, his eyes widened with anger and he shouted sharply, "Bold!"

This voice made Mr. Xiao tremble with fright, and he quickly buried his head deeper.I only heard Song Beiyun say: "If you do such a thing, since you have fallen into a situation of infidelity and injustice, what use is it for me to want your property?"

"Song... What Mr. Song said is true, but the grass people really don't know what to do." Master Xiao took a deep breath, and said in a crying voice: "Let Mr. Song do what he wants."

"Sigh... I also pity the parents of the world." Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "I am also a son of man. Now that I see your sincerity, I will point out a way with you."

"Master Song, please clarify!"

Song Beiyun cleared his throat: "My official family in the Song Dynasty has always been frugal. Now the palace is cold and small. Although the official family really wants a new palace, they are thinking about the people's unwillingness to use the people's fat and people's ointment to build a decent palace. I Seeing that you are also from a wealthy family, if you are willing to donate some money to the official in your name, he will let it go if he is happy and misses it."

Hearing this idea, Master Xiao's eyes lit up immediately, and he straightened up: "Master Song for your enlightenment, Caomin is very grateful, I will do it now."

"Hey! I'm frizzy, and I'm in my decades." Song Beiyun patted the table in displeasure: "If word of your actions spread, will the reputation of the government be ruined?"

"Ah?" Master Xiao was stunned for a moment, but couldn't react immediately: "Master Song, the grass people don't understand what it means."

Song Beiyun sighed and said, "The Song Dynasty has its own laws. If people know that you can erase your crimes with a few donations, then the world will not be in chaos?"

"Can……"

"Don't worry." Song Beiyun coughed, "Success!"

Although the imperial city office is an office, it actually has a place for promotion, just like the county office, the Dali Temple office and the Ministry of Punishment office, all of which have trial functions.

When the two of them came to the court, Song Beiyun read out Xiao Zhan's charges in a dignified manner, and then said that he would ask the officials whether they would accept mediation on this matter.

Then he went to the "Imperial Palace" himself, and asked Master Xiao to wait here, and he went to the "Imperial Palace" only to walk around the Palace Square and chase after birds for a while. Seeing his Shangguan's behavior, the Chengsi guards were somewhat puzzled.

After chasing the bird, he returned to the Imperial City Division, sweating profusely, and sat down on his seat panting: "The official made it clear that everything is subject to the laws of the Song Dynasty."

Then he began to search for a lot of things in the corners of Song Lvli, and then calculated: "Xiao Wanquan in the audience should pay compensation because his son collided with the officials. In this case, the officials of the Song Dynasty were frightened. Zhan should take full responsibility for colliding with and intending to kill the official. He should have been sentenced to death, but because the official did not reveal his identity at the time, he should be dealt with lightly. It is three hundred guan. However, Xiao Wanquan, the patriarch of the Xiao family, and his son’s recklessness, which surprised the Great Song Mingjun, are willing to donate up to this point...Xiao Wanquan, how much are you willing to donate?”

Song Beiyun narrowed his eyes, his eyes were aggressive: "Tell me the number."

"Caomin...Caomin is willing to spend all his wealth, a total of... 330 million yuan."

"Well, Xiao Wanquan is willing to donate 330 million guan of family wealth, but it is not easy for the officials of the Song Dynasty to read and do business, so 130 million guan will be exempted. Just donate 200 million guan, and the two parties can reach a settlement. The actual calculation is based on Xiao Wanquan's payment of 330 million guan." Song Beiyun wrote while reading: "Are there any questions? If not, just put it on record."

Xiao Wanquan got up tremblingly, stepped forward and pressed his fingerprint on the confession.

"Within three days, bring the money to the Imperial City Division, otherwise it will be enforced." Song Beiyun patted the alarm: "Withdraw!"

Walking out of the hall, Xiao Wanquan knelt down directly to Song Beiyun, which was called a thousand thanks, and wished he could hug Song Beiyun's leg and recognize his godfather.

"This time I'm looking at your face. If there is another time, do you know what will happen?" Song Beiyun helped Xiao Wanquan up: "Go back and explain to your son. Today is not the same as before. Today, Jinling City But the imperial city."

Xiao Wanquan went back, and he didn't have time to train his children, so he quickly sold the real estate, restaurants, etc., scattered more than half of the family property, and added 80 coins from his friends, and put the money in front of Song Beiyun that afternoon.

After he left, Song Beiyun crossed his legs and looked at the box in front of him and the stamped letter on the table, but he laughed out loud.This Zhao Xing can do whatever he can, and eat whatever he wants, but his identity is easy to use, and it is a perfect strategy to make money.

Now that 200 million yuan is in hand, Song Beiyun's original worry has calmed down, and the groundbreaking funds for the third division will come next month.

As for why he doesn't use his own money, the reason is still the same. If people find out about using his own money to support the public sector, he is at least destined to be deprived of his fame and reputation and exiled to another country. The money is different, it's Zhao Xing's compensation. Is "I am the country" a joke?What's wrong with using Zhao Xing's money to support the yamen?Where is it out of order?

After collecting the money, Song Beiyun paid off, but Yingying and Yanyan at home all went to Yangzhou to play, so he had no choice but to send someone to look for Yan Shu, but the other end told him that Lord Yan was early in the morning So he took his wife to revisit the old place of Zhenjiang, Song Beiyun was dumbfounded...

boring……

Once this person is bored, he will do anything, such as go to the big tengu Beipo.I haven't chatted with Beipo for a few days, and Beipo hasn't looked for him. I think it's because of his identity to avoid suspicion, but how can Song Beiyun care about this?

When he came outside Beipo's house, he slammed on the door, and a servant came out. After seeing Song Beiyun, he smiled and said, "Who are you looking for?"

"Go and inform my brother Beipo that Xiao Song has come to drink with him."

"Please wait."

After a while, the servant opened the door again and led Song Beiyun in. After passing through the room, he saw Beipo sitting at a square table writing. He looked up at Song Beiyun and sighed softly: "My dear brother, I thought you forgot your brother when you became a high official."

"Hey, what did Brother Beipo say? Aren't you very busy a few days ago?" Song Beiyun sat aside: "Oh, it's a pity, Brother Wang..."

"Yes." Beipo shook his head dejectedly: "If brother Wang is still here, let him come here with us now, three brothers, enjoying winter plums and drinking strong wine, how pleasant it is."

Song Beiyun shook his head silently: "Brother Beipo won't blame me, will he?"

Beipo raised his head to look at him, and sighed helplessly: "What's wrong with you? If it wasn't for Brother Wenyuan's lack of will, he wouldn't have fallen into such a situation. Come on, go prepare the wine and warm it up." vegetable."

Song Beiyun smiled and took out a few top-quality inkstones from the White Lotus Sect that he bought from his home at that time, and put them on Beipo's table: "I know that Brother Beipo likes these things, but my younger brother specially searched for them for you. They are just right inkstones. .”

Beipo raised his head to look at Song Beiyun, and said helplessly, "Brother Song Xian is blaming elder brother for alienating himself these days?"

"That's natural." Song Beiyun responded directly: "It's only been a while, brother Beipo is like a stranger, and my brother feels uncomfortable in every possible way."

Beipo bowed to Song Beiyun to the end, and said apologetically, "It's not that my brother is estranged, but that all the officials in the court have given their breath and said that they should not get too close to you. You also know that my brother is the one who depends on others." Little officer, I really can't afford to offend you."

"Then I also understand." Song Beiyun leaned on the chair: "Forget it, let's not talk about it. This world is a dirty torrent, how can unknown people like you and me swim upstream. Let's go , go to Tianshangfang! My little brother is the host, if you don’t get drunk today, you won’t return.”

Beipo hesitated for a moment, and then simply put down his pen: "Walk on, how much is life, and drink as a song!"

The two went to Tianshangfang, and just after entering the door, Song Beiyun finally didn't see the little servant who was haunting him like a wandering soul. He let out a sigh of relief, and someone led the two of them to the private room, and clicked on the After drinking and cooking, the stove was lit, and the two chatted.

Beipo still kept Jinling'er in three words, Song Beiyun naturally laughed and flattered her until she heard noises outside.

"That Song Zhigou is a damned thing! He should be damned!"

When Beipo heard this, his face changed suddenly, but Song Beiyun smiled and said, "I'm used to it, I'm used to it. Brother Beipo, drink!"

"My virtuous brother, you'd better leave the Imperial City Secretary as soon as possible..." Beipo sighed, "You don't know what the scholars say about you nowadays."

"How do you say it? Brother, tell me."

Chapter 262, December 12th is sunny and bright.