Song Beiyun

"That's natural, but if you want to come..." Yan Shu chuckled and said, "There is no order for the royal affairs, and the Imperial City Secretary will not move."

Jin Ling'er nodded in satisfaction, then grabbed Zuo Rou: "You can go."

"This is my house, where am I going?" Zuo Rou shook off Jin Ling'er's hand: "If you want to go, you go, you princess Sao."

Yan Shu held back his laughter and ran away in two steps. As soon as he walked outside, he heard a war broke out in the courtyard wall, but in the end it was Her Royal Highness who screamed more miserable...

He tidied up his expression a bit, became expressionless, and walked in front of a subordinate of the Imperial City Department: "Give me a good look at that Zhao Cheng, and report her every move every day, including eating and going to the toilet. "

"My subordinate understands."

"If someone finds out, your life will be lost."

"Yes!"

The Imperial City Division itself is a functional force that guards the capital, so of course we can't stop investigating just because the princess says nothing.Not to mention anything else, if something really happened to Her Royal Highness, the emperor can easily solve it, at most it can be solved by a monster, but it can't be solved by a certain person.

That dark man will have to go crazy by then, and Yan Shu doesn't want to be missed by such a ghost.

To be honest, Yan Shu thought that that dog was really not suitable for the battlefield, so he should stay in the capital to intrigue. He was simply a genius in this regard, and intrigue was his destiny.

Go into battle and kill the enemy?Don't make a fuss, as far as his virtue of leisure and hard work is concerned, it can only be said that it is a good thing in heaven if he wins, and it is the normal state of the world if he loses.

Yan Shu even imagined that in the past ten years, he and Gou Yun would be in charge of Shang Shu Sheng and Zhong Shu Sheng separately, becoming the right and left ministers, coercing the emperor to make the princes.At that time, the rectification movement can be launched vigorously, the Yan Shu Literature Award can be launched, and the situation of the world can be grasped with the momentum of moistening things silently.

This is the right way!At that time, Yan Shu will establish a sect, and his achievements will be admired by all ages. Thousands of years later, although people will no longer remember Song Beiyun, a mason who spends all his time pondering over bricks, they will remember Yan Shu on the Monument of Yongzhuan.

Isn't it beautiful!

Yan Shu didn't care about fame, fortune, or power at all. Now his mind is full of the five words of Yan Shu Literature Award. As long as a system can be formed, even after a hundred years or a thousand years, anyone who reads will remember him!

This is what a person with lofty ideals pursues. Those who worry about who's wife has white buttocks and who has more money all day long are like ants in his eyes.

At this time, Zhao Cheng, who had no idea that he had been crucified by the Secretary of the Imperial City, was sitting in the room studying the map of Jinling City.

Her request was not high, but to kidnap Song Beiyun in exchange for the younger sister whom she recognized in her heart.

Although she and that younger sister are not related by blood, the two of them have depended on each other for the past few years. Later, she was sent to Jinling City by her master, but unexpectedly, she was caught by that Song dog, and now her life and death are unknown...

But Zhao Cheng firmly believes that his sister is still alive...

Chapter 308: On March 3 of the second year, things in the world are impermanent

"Tell me about you, a good woman, why do you want to be a thief."

Zhao Xing was hugging the female bandit that Song Beiyun packed and sent over on the bed. Of course, she no longer had the bandit spirit at the moment. In the final analysis, she was just a girl in her teens. Although she was under house arrest in the palace, But it is also well-clothed and well-fed.

"If you can govern the world well... who would want to be a thief." The girl clasped Zhao Xing's hand behind her back: "Appoint a courtier and a thief, hmph..."

"You really don't want to listen to me. If Song Beiyun hears this, you will die." Zhao Xing sighed, "I can't protect you."

"You are the king of a country, but are you still afraid of that little Song dog?"

"The king of a country is hiding a rebellious gangster in the palace? Use your little head to think about it." Zhao Xing buried his head in her hair: "You have to wait for that guy to come back for your status. I'll settle it with you later."

"Hmph... When I was bullied by him, you didn't seem to speak for me."

"You should remember one sentence. If you want to live in this palace safely, you must not do three things. The first thing is not to provoke the monarch and his ministers. This is a big taboo. I know what is going on here. Before you I will not blame you for what you said, but if you let others listen to half a word, you will definitely be killed."

It was the first time that Zhao Xing spoke so seriously, which made the little girl look up at the weak emperor behind her in surprise, with endless confusion in her big eyes.

"You just need to remember. When that guy comes back, I will let him find a way to correct your identity." Zhao Xing nodded the nose of the girl in his arms: "The rest of the matter, don't think about it. Remember not to speak nonsense."

"I know... I don't understand the rules. There are too many rules in the palace."

"Hahaha." Zhao Xing turned around and pushed her into the bed: "Those rules are not rules, you just need to remember that I am the rule."

While Zhao Xing was having a good time, Song Beiyun was sitting on the city gate watching the sky at night. He slept too much in the afternoon and couldn't sleep at all.

The water in the city was about to recede, but the sentinel told him that his ambush had been defeated, and the Chen Security Department was regrouping, and it would not be long before they would make a comeback.

But in the face of this news, Song Beiyun had no better way to deal with it. He used one word to describe himself, that is, poor skills.

The battlefield is too difficult, really too difficult... He feels that he is a little trash, not worthy of being a traverser at all, because he doesn't have a rocket launcher yet.

"It's hard." Miao Yan walked up, leaning on the wall and looking at the rolling hills in the distance: "Everyone has a first time, so you don't have to worry too much."

Song Beiyun leaned there and didn't speak, just took a sip of the stale wine in the wine gourd, and looked at the sporadic campfires in the dark night outside the city.

"Look over there. Tomorrow morning, they will bring their army back to the city. After the last time, they will drag heavy weapons to fight us this time. Tell me, what should we do?"

Miaoyan just laughed but didn't answer, Song Beiyun embraced her waist: "Maybe I'm going to die tomorrow, let me make you feel good?"

"Huh?" Miao Yan grabbed Song Beiyun's face with both hands: "It's already this time, are you still worried about this?"

"Don't worry, when the city is broken, I will kill you first."

"Please let me go." Miao Yan said with a smile on her face, "I don't know which will come first, tomorrow or the accident."

"You mean I'm going to die suddenly tonight?"

Miao Yan shook his head, pointing to the camp of Chen Security Department about 20 miles ahead: "I mean them."

"They lost about [-]% of their losses, but we lost more than half of them, and the half of them are still able to fight..."

"Just trust me."

"You have to give me a reason."

In fact, Song Beiyun's mind is very confused now. He can no longer maintain enough calmness to analyze the battlefield. Although he still maintains the demeanor of a famous general with his subordinates, he is a cowardly person. Now he just wants to The upper body of the duck paddling on the lake is stable, but its feet are thrashing about.

"Then I'll say it."

Miao Yan yawned and leaned lightly on Song Beiyun's back: "Didn't you notice that none of the broken people showed up?"

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"On a normal battlefield, no matter what, no matter how fierce the fight is, it is hard to say that they will be completely wiped out. Then where did the scattered people go? They have no supplies and no way out. The best way is to go back to the city for help?"

"Yes, instinct."

"Then there is no one now, don't you feel something wrong?"

After being reminded like this, Song Beiyun's brain immediately recovered slowly from the shutdown state.Tens of thousands of people were wiped out when they met for the first time. This is rare in the history of human warfare, and it is theoretically unlikely to happen.

So will they join the rebels?The answer is also no, they themselves are the return of the rebels, and the possibility of rebellion is extremely low, because they don't know what Chen Ping'an, who has suffered a big loss, is thinking.

In the confrontation between the two armies, this kind of surrender is very unreliable, especially when they were originally the same ambush that killed nearly 3 people from the Chen Security Department.

This is different from the situation when Song Beiyun was recruited. The Chen Security Department actually lost a lot of people. If it was the Zhao'an rebels, the resentment in his own army would boil.

Then the smarter people knew that they would not seek refuge with Chen Pingan, so why did they disappear without a trace?

There is only one answer that is ready to come out, that is, they have encountered other our troops, and the distance of this army is not far away.

Who is the one?The answer is ready to come.

If everything went according to Song Beiyun's idea, then Duke Ding had arrived within twenty miles of Hengyang City.

Between Chen Security Department and Dingguo Public Department is Hengyang City, and the two teams are separated by about fifty miles...

Song Beiyun's eyes widened at that moment: "Go! Come out of the city with me."

"Anyone can go, but you can't." Miao Yan shook his head and said, "You've already achieved success and fame, so it's not a bad thing. As long as you walk out of this city gate, the city will be destroyed immediately, without any suspense. You are now this city. the soul of the city."

"Little fish! Where's the little fish?"

Following Song Beiyun's call, Xiaoyu slid down from the corridor above the city gate like a spiderman.

"Master Song, I am here."

Song Beiyun put the Emperor's Seal in his hand from his arms: "Go and find the Ministry of Public Affairs!"

"Yes."

Xiaoyu took the seal, flung a rope from the city wall and then slid down, looking at the movement is quite smooth.

After he landed, he disappeared into the night within a few flashes. Looking at the place where he disappeared, Song Beiyun didn't look away for a long time: "I definitely want to take this child with me. Bao Zheng’s Zhan Zhao, Liu Bang’s Fan Kui, Liu Bei’s Zhao Yun, Cao Cao’s Dian Wei.”

"Satisfaction by Li Chengqian's side."

"Hey! It's too much." Song Beiyun stretched out his hand and rubbed Miaoyan's hair into a mess: "You rotten girls are really scary."

"It's nothing. It's still very popular in this era. What do you think the bookboys of the young masters of rich families are for?"

"Let's go." Song Beiyun flicked his sleeves: "I can't chat with rotten girls."

At this moment, Xiaoyu had already seen the campfire in front of him. He lowered his waist and observed carefully for a while. After seeing the Zuozi flag, he quietly approached the camp, but was soon discovered that Xiaoyu did not resist but just raised his hands When he approached, he still shouted: "I am the leader of the commander, and I have the seal of the emperor of the Songbei Yunbu in my hand. Please review it."

Duke Ding came out of the big tent, and after seeing Xiao Yu, he motioned for someone to let him go and lead him into the handsome tent.

Xiao Yu knelt there on one knee, while Ding Guogong was carefully examining Zhao Xing's token. After checking, Ding Guogong nodded and said, "Is Song Beiyun okay?"

"If Duke Ding comes a few days later, I'm afraid it will be bad."

"Hahahaha, the boy is too rampant. He dares to go deep alone. Let him learn a lesson." After Ding Guogong learned that Song Beiyun was fine, he was relieved: "Okay, I have already killed your defeated army before." If I eat it, I will arrive at the city of Hengyang early tomorrow morning, and Chen An'an should also come back, then I will let that fellow Song Beiyun gain experience, and let him see what a real marching and fighting is like."

Xiaoyu got a reply, and he returned to Hengyang City with the seal to pass the news to Song Beiyun.

After getting Ding Guogong's army was really not far away, Song Beiyun let out a sigh of relief, and passed the news on overnight, the city was boiling, because the real army finally arrived.

Their arrival means that all suffering is over, the rebels are destined to be torn apart under the attack of the imperial army, and their anxiety will eventually pass.

"He gave me lessons, huh..." After Song Beiyun settled down, his mouth began to harden: "I'm alone, and I won three cities in a row! He can't even teach my daughter well, why should he teach me?"

"Here, you." Miaoyan was sitting next to her and eating a bowl of mutton noodles. When she heard Song Beiyun's rampage again, she shook her head helplessly and said, "If you don't come, you say it eight hundred times a day. When he comes you They also say that they can't even teach their daughters well. Please be a human being."

"What's the matter? No one is allowed to talk about it? He just didn't teach his daughter well." Song Beiyun knocked heavily on the table: "Which family's lady is like her? What I think about all day is not to practice handed down exercises It was Xunxian who asked. Xiaoyu, you judge me, you judge me, just such a bad old man, you still want to teach me how to fight? Is he suitable? I don’t want to learn! Don’t watch!”

When Xiaoyu saw that Song Beiyun, who was talking nonsense all day long and had a bad temper, was back again, he probably understood that Mr. Song was actually very happy, because Song Beiyun was so taciturn a few days ago that Xiaoyu almost couldn't recognize him. out he came.

"Master Song, Xiaoyu doesn't know..."

"You are too tactful." Song Beiyun stretched his waist: "Go to sleep well, I hope that when I wake up tomorrow, the opponent has already finished fighting!"

Chapter 309, March 3, 23nd Year

Song Beiyun fell ill, showing symptoms of high fever and chills. The long-term high pressure was suddenly released, and the last line of defense collapsed, causing Xiao Song to lie down directly.

The shouts and shouts outside the city became continuous, and he could probably guess how the battle was going, but he couldn't get up anymore.

I took some antibiotics and drank a big bowl of broth to sweat, but the symptoms of weakness did not improve.

Miaoyan took care of him by his side, it was funny and distressed to see him dying, the funny thing was that Song Gou had such a day, and the distressed thing was that his illness was because he had been doing things beyond his ability these days things.

"I'm going to die." Song Beiyun held Miao Yan's hand: "I have one regret, that is, I didn't enjoy Miss Ji Wang."

"Just say this bullshit to you, and you won't die." Miao Yan shook off his hand, took the wet cloth from his forehead and put it on a new one: "Stop talking nonsense, go to sleep for a while, I will Go get a chicken to make you sweat."

Song Beiyun yelled, looking in extreme pain, and refused to let go of the hand that was holding on to the wonderful words.

"Oh! Are you annoying? Being sick is like dying. Isn't it just a cold and a fever?" He made it impossible for him to say: "You hurt me! With your strength, you are stronger than me." After living for a long time, do you want to tell me that you are going to die again, to make you feel refreshed?"

"No." Song Beiyun narrowed his eyes and said, "Want to try the red-hot iron rod?"

"Go away!"

Miao Yan shook off Song Beiyun's hand and walked out straight away, and after she left, Xiaoyu came in mysteriously, holding a jar in his hand and came to Song Beiyun's side.

"Master Song, there is a folk recipe in my hometown, do you want to try it?"

"What folk remedy?" Song Beiyun looked curiously at the jar in Xiaoyu's hand: "It can't be some herbal medicine, stones or something like that?"

"No." Xiaoyu looked around: "It is said that as long as someone's new daughter-in-law dies, after seven to fourty-nine days, dig it out, burn it to ashes and boil water, boil three bowls of water into one bowl, and drink it to cure all diseases. "

"Go away!"

Song Beiyun's face turned green at that moment. Hearing Xiaoyu's words, he immediately knew what was in that jar, and he also heard that he was going to use it to boil water for himself...

Stupid!Really stupid!How could such a prescription exist, and...

"you……"

"Well, I inquired for a long time before I found a similar tomb. When the family was unprepared, I dug it up. I took it out and burned it to ashes. I smashed it up and planned to make water for adults to drink."

Song Beiyun retched for a while... He turned sideways and ignored Xiaoyu, but Xiaoyu seemed reluctant: "Master Song, let's try it. Many people in my hometown have tried it, and most of them will recover within a few days. "

"What's wrong?"

"died."

After Xiaoyu finished speaking, he was afraid that Song Beiyun might misunderstand, so he quickly explained: "You will die only if you are seriously ill. This medicine will definitely be useful, and mild illness will be cured soon."

nonsense!Mild symptoms can heal on their own, what kind of folk prescription is this! ?If Song Beiyun knew which barefoot doctor wrote the prescription, he would definitely hang that doctor on the city gate to dry, then soak it in formaldehyde, mummify it and seal it in turpentine as a warning to future generations.