Song Beiyun

"Bring wine!" Zhao Xing stretched out his hand: "Go!"

The little eunuch didn't dare to be negligent, took out the water and wine, Zhao Xing personally picked up the wine bowl, poured a full glass and drank it in one gulp, then poured another glass, raised his head high to respect the sky, and drank it again in one gulp.

A bowl of heaven, a bowl of earth and a bowl of offering sacrifices to the common people, the emperor is full of ferocity.Seeing the emperor like this, the common people were very excited, and they all saluted as they passed by the high platform.

Zhao Xing took a deep breath, feeling a little drunk, but this kind of drunkenness made him more heroic: "Come here, I want to help the spirit of the hero!"

Immediately someone jumped out to stop him, but was pushed away by Zhao Xing. He untied his dragon robe and walked down the high platform, and entered the crowd. He didn't care about any safety, and walked to the front surrounded by the people. Start to help the spirit by yourself.

The spy Siming next to him was about to urinate nervously. If something happened to the emperor, they would all die!

But nothing happened to the emperor. He personally led the people of Jinling City to send the coffin to Zijin Mountain step by step, and spoke in person. Finally, he was picked up by the guards. Who suddenly shouted "God bless the Song Dynasty" with a trembling voice, and then everyone used their weak strength to shake the mountain again, making the cicadas dare not make a sound, the birds dare not land, and the beasts are frightened by hearing it , Even the stagnant mountains and forests raised the windy roar of tigers.

At the same time, Xiao Song was playing with a wine glass, squinting his eyes and listening to a report from a person in the mission, saying that Xixia was planning to play tricks, wanting to kill three soldiers with two peaches, and sit on the mountain to watch the tigers fight.

Xiao Song just raised his eyes lightly, and then said with a smile: "Go and send someone to tell their envoys, Da Song is not impatient, and there is not much time left for them. Life or death is up to them. In the meantime, advise them to take care of themselves and not to play with fire and set themselves on fire."

"Yes."

The envoy cupped his hands to Song Beiyun and said, "Your Majesty, let's talk about it."

"Wait." Xiao Song paused on the table: "Send back their military god's weapon, and tell them by the way, times have changed, and the military god is no longer a god."

"Yes."

Xiao Song turned sideways and half-lyed on the chair. He continued to pretend to be sick, and his eyes were covered with gauze, as if he had been seriously injured.

This state of pretending to be dead didn't sit up until Yan Shu, who had lost a lot of weight, walked in.

"You have diabetes? Suddenly lost so much weight."

"Don't mention it." Yan Shu sat in front of him and poured himself a glass of water and swallowed in a gulp: "I haven't had a good night's sleep or eaten a good meal these days. It's no wonder I'm not thin. Tomorrow will see the truth It's time, are you ready?"

"Everything is ready." Xiao Song sat up and said, "Once the agreement is signed, Da Song will have no worries for ten years."

"Just ten years?"

"It won't take ten years." Xiao Song held up three fingers: "At the most three to five years, the Great Song Dynasty will be able to sweep the eight wastelands, from Yumen Pass in the west to Shanhaiguan Pass in the east, and there will be no opponents."

"Three or five?"

"three."

"Okay." Yan Shu got up and nodded: "You continue to pretend to be sick, I'm going to work, and I'll trust you once in my lifetime."

Xiao Song didn't speak, but was disturbed again after taking a nap.When he got up, he found Fo Baonu sitting in front of him, poking his head with his finger.

"To be honest, if you kill me with one knife, your Liao Dynasty will be much smoother in the future."

Song Gou's words made Qiaoyun who was not far away chuckle, and Fo Baonu said with a dark face: "You, a flowery beauty, are holding the handle of the knife. I drew the dagger before I poked you, Emperor Liao!" I'm afraid I'm going to die."

Xiao Song sat up: "It's alright, alright, don't be sour. What are you doing here again, knowing that you will be finished if you come here in Xudu, if someone finds out, you are still here?"

"I'm here to ask you something." Fo Baonu handed over a stack of papers in his hand: "Check it out for me."

Xiao Song took it and glanced at it: "You copied Da Song's military system? You really are not afraid of death."

Fo Baonu pouted: "Isn't this asking you, tell me what's wrong with it."

"What benefit do you give?"

Fo Baonu chuckled, leaned into Xiao Song's ear and whispered, "I'll give you whatever you want, as long as you ask."

Xiao Song pushed her face away: "The seven counties of Xuzhou."

"No."

"Please come back."

Chapter 547: On August 8, Three Years, Qingmeng Returns to the Face of the Tang Dynasty

In the room, the envoys of the three countries exchanged the treaty silently, and then solemnly picked up a pen to sign their names on the torn paper, which was heavier than Mount Tai, and stamped the great seals belonging to their respective countries.

Xiao Song was wrapped up like Kakashi, with only one eye exposed, and one hand hanging on his chest, sickly, even if he even had to sign for someone else to do it for him.

The envoys of Xixia left in a hurry after signing the treaty of humiliating power and humiliating the country, leaving only the unhappy Liao envoys and the serious-looking Song envoys in the room.

"Ah, it's getting late, I don't know if Ambassador Song can have a dinner with him?"

Facing the invitation from the envoy of the Liao Kingdom, Xiao Song didn't say anything, but walked out with a serious face while being supported by others.

After he walked out, the envoy of the Liao State sighed, turned to the people around him and said, "The envoy of the Song State still refuses to forgive."

"If you were assassinated and seriously injured in the territory of the Song Kingdom, would you forgive me?"

A person beside the Liao envoy lowered his eyebrows and said coldly: "If it weren't for that arrow, our Liao country would have marched another hundred miles, and the crime of a hundred miles will have to be borne by someone."

All the Liao envoys stood in silence, lowered their heads and faced the speaker, not even daring to let go. They knew that it was because of this inexplicable attack that the Liao Kingdom gave up the greatest rights and interests of the victorious country. After thinking about it, no one dares to pat his chest and say that he is a worthy soldier who died in battle.

"Okay, if there is a next time." The man in green clothes also stood up, flicked his sleeves and walked out slowly: "Don't blame me for not being sympathetic."

"Yes……"

At this moment, Xiao Song is leading the delegation of the Song Kingdom to the Summer Palace in Xuchang. This is the Summer Palace built by the Song Dynasty, but now it is the summer resort of the Liao Emperor. It is a joke to say it.

When he passed a small pavilion in the backyard, he happened to see the envoy of Xixia sitting in it. This person is Li En, king Huai of Xixia who is known as one of the three strategists of Xixia. It can make Xixia unable to get up again for a hundred years. Even if Li En is full of thoughts, he can only sit there with his hands folded and stare at the cold tea in front of him.

When Song Beiyun first met him, he was very chic and easy-going. Although he was the head of the empire, he exuded a comfortable sense of self-satisfaction and self-confidence. The aristocratic atmosphere that could only be presented after years of brewing came over his face in every gesture. Even Song Beiyun felt ashamed of himself.

But now, this person seems to have aged ten years overnight, obviously only in his early 30s, his temples have turned white, and the lines around his eyes are clearly visible.

"Ambassador Li, my condolences."

When Xiao Song walked by, he bowed to him, and Huai Wang Li En heard his voice, raised his head with a smile and bowed to Song Beiyun: "Hope for a speedy recovery."

"Thank you."

The two of them exchanged greetings like old friends, and there was no spark in the slightest. No one would have guessed that the two of them were fighting for even a piece of wall in the past few days, and they almost didn't give up what their ancestors did for eighteen generations. dug out.

But now, after the dust has settled, it doesn't matter if you think about it carefully. Throughout the ages, there are only winners and losers. How can you get things that you can't get on the battlefield through the negotiating table.

"Brother Beiyun, go to Chang'an City to take a look on my brother's behalf."

Huai Wang Li En suddenly called to Song Beiyun who was halfway there, with a helpless smile on his face: "I used to brag with my friends that we would drink Chang'an when the peonies bloomed. Brother Beiyun can fulfill my wish for me."

Song Beiyun neither agreed nor refused, just smiled and turned to leave.

According to the normal process, after the three countries reached an agreement, the handover of Chang'an City will be carried out. After all, Chang'an is now divided into two, and there are still many things that need to be dealt with.

With Zhuque Street as the boundary, the 820 miles of Chang'an County belonged to the Song Dynasty, and the [-] miles of Wannian County belonged to the Liao Kingdom.The rest is the trade priority within the Hexi Corridor and Xixia, and non-professional players don't care.

"Eight hundred miles of mountains and rivers."

At this moment, Zhao Xing was sitting on the wall of the imperial palace, watching the fireworks in Jinling City, with a jug of wine in his hand: "Eight hundred miles of mountains and rivers!"

Today is just finalizing the final result, and the details of the previous finalization have already spread to Jinling City.

As soon as the news of regaining Chang'an's homeland and eight hundred li of mountains and rivers came out, the entire Jinling City once again fell into unparalleled excitement, and even Zhao Xing couldn't help but drink too much.

Looking back, since the day he ascended the throne, he never expected to become a promising emperor, otherwise the old crooked neck tree behind the palace would not be so strong.

But who would have thought that after going round and round all the way, he not only became the king who guarded the land, but also became the king who expanded the land.

He was the one who ceded the land back then, and he is the one who regained the homeland now.The bad breath stagnated in his chest poured out as if being pierced by a needle, and he felt elated for a moment after being useless for many years.

It's too early to become an emperor through the ages, but as long as he doesn't die, the faint king is already far away from him.

What he is thinking about now is running a school and internal affairs, and Song Beiyun's words "a literati cannot govern a country" seem to have taken root in his heart, and he can't get rid of it.

He didn't quite understand it before, that is, if literati can't govern the country, can it be possible for warriors to govern the country?Later, after the preparation and establishment of the college and workshop, he had a new understanding of the rule of civil and military. It turns out that the antonym of civil is not martial, but rationale...

Govern the country with reason, rule of law, and rule with justice. This "reason" is the only way to achieve long-term stability.

At this moment, suddenly a huge firework exploded over the city, the dazzling light rendered the whole city as bright as day, Zhao Xing's gaze followed naturally, and he breathed a long sigh of relief: "A prosperous age, belongs to My prosperity."

"Officials."

At this time, the person who had been with Zhao Xing said, "It's time to demote Mr. Song from the capital."

"Well, it's about time." Zhao Xing rubbed his face: "But this guy hasn't caused any trouble these days, it's really troublesome."

"Master Song said in his letter that he will think of a way so that you don't have to worry about it."

"What I am most worried about is this guy. He has great achievements. In time, he will be the second Lord Fu. King Fu is a member of the clan, and everything is easy to say, but he has a different surname. I understand it, but the world does not understand it." He can be called a hero, but if you know the past and the present, you know that this hero is accompanied by a villain, if I let him fall into the hands of a villain, how can I meet my ancestors?"

The counselor-like man next to him cupped his hands and said, "Officials, Mr. Song can tell the difference."

"It's not that I can't distinguish. Now his momentum is too great. The calmer the court, the more I worry. If I'm gone one day, how can the Song family survive."

The counselor next to him looked at the young emperor and felt that he was thinking too much... Although he was not a member of Song Beiyun's lineage, he was still convinced by this Lord Song. To say that he is high-spirited and bright is a bit exaggerated, and he is also terrible in details, which cannot stand scrutiny.But if you look at the overall situation, this Master Song Beiyun Song deserves to be one of the few sages in the past and present.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he was born in response to a catastrophe, as if God sent him here to save the Great Song.

"Are you wondering, saying that this Song dog is like a godsend? No." Zhao Xing laughed: "He is a treasure picked up by my sister. If there is no my sister, if he is willing to talk to me, I will reverse the name Write."

Zhao Xing knew Song Beiyun too well, and this kind of person was usually just a coincidence, so he couldn't even invite him.

"Officials, I don't dare to make wild guesses about Master Song."

"Xie Qing, what do you think will happen to Song Dynasty in the future?"

"Should...should be able to unify the Central Plains in a few years, and then the officials will become emperors who have thought that they will not be born in a thousand years since Han Wu."

"Unify the Central Plains?"

Zhao Xing pursed his lips and laughed. After laughing for a long time, he slowly restrained his smile: "You have nothing to do recently, why don't you go to the academy for further studies. You are good at everything, but your eyes are shallow, and you are not as good as you are." Song Gou, who is convinced, has lost a hundred and eight thousand miles."

After Zhao Xing finished speaking, he stood up slowly, and walked down the palace wall with his hands behind his back, leaving only the counselor surnamed Xie standing on the wall with a cloudy expression.

While Zhao Xing was watching the fireworks, Song Beiyun was also standing at the side of the Xia Palace, quietly looking into the distance.

Standing beside him was the emperor of the Liao Kingdom. The two of them didn't speak, they just let the evening wind of early autumn blow on their bodies, and they felt slightly chilled, and they were no longer so hot.

"Why do you keep following me?"

"This is my palace." Fo Baonu said without turning his head: "Leaving for Chang'an tomorrow, you can drive with me."

"You want to take advantage of me?"

Fo Baonu elbowed him: "I'm not afraid of your hands and feet, but you are afraid that I will take advantage of you?"

Xiao Song laughed and put his hands on Fo Baonu's waist, kneading his fingers dishonestly: "Your Majesty has gained weight in the past few days, and there is flesh on his stomach."

"Are you going to die or not!" Fo Baonu shook off his hand: "I really owe you."

"Your Majesty, Fangmin's mouth is better than Fangchuan's. You have to let people tell the truth, you are fat." Xiao Song wanted to take advantage again, but was dodged, but he was not persistent, and lay on the bed again Put it on the stone stack: "Today, Jinling City must be full of fireworks, maybe Zhao Xing is also lying on the city wall and secretly watching the prosperity of the world."

"Yeah, he can see the prosperity of the world, but I can't tell the pain of being squeezed by some people." Fo Baonu said in a sour tone: "He has such a good character and virtue, but he is just a trash emperor."

Xiao Song squeezed Fo Baonu's buttocks hard: "You can't talk about other people's friends in front of others."

"Hehe, you thought you could become friends with the emperor? You are naive after all. The emperor himself is a widow and a widow, and he is still a friend. At that time, you must be careful to be buried alive on the Zijin Mountain by Zhao Xing."

Xiao Song didn't care too much: "You have a small belly, everyone in the world has a small belly? Then according to what you said, did I touch the dragon's fart just now?"

Fo Baonu sneered, and slapped Song Beiyun's dog's paw away: "Longzuo Shoal was bullied by dogs."

"Okay, Your Majesty. You interrupt my meditation, and I don't want to stay longer. I'll go back and rest. See you later."

"Wait a minute." Fo Baonu followed Song Beiyun and said, "I'll go with you. I still have some facts that I can't understand."

Chapter 548: Three years on August 8th, it will be sunny in the past, and the water will flow eastward, and then come to Chang'an City

"Your Majesty, I also have a family. You are always so difficult to deal with."

The summer palace is naturally well equipped, and Fo Baonu has absolute control here. Although the mission cannot directly detain Song Beiyun, they can toss Song Gou without any scruples.

"Oh? This is my summer palace in the Liao Kingdom. I can be anywhere I want." Fo Baonu leaned on Xiao Song's reclining chair: "You dog will enjoy it, but this reclining chair can be carried with you. I'm surprised It's weird, people carry such and other treasures with them, but you are good, take a recliner with you."

Xiao Song cleaned the water in his ears with a cloth stick, and squinted at Fo Baonu: "You don't even know what people call you. What kind of brain-dead queen, what disgusting Emperor Liao, why bother."

"Who said that?"

"I don't know either, anyway... let's just hear about it."

Fo Baonu suddenly rushed in front of Song Gou, grabbed his neck with both hands: "Isn't that what you bastard said!"

"Don't make trouble, Your Majesty, you are giving away the head." Xiao Song reached out and picked up Fo Baonu's black dragon robe: "The clothes of water virtue, Liao Kingdom is water virtue, right?"

"Don't touch my clothes..." Fo Baonu frowned, "Don't think I don't know what dirty thoughts you have."

Xiao Song laughed, leaned on the head of the bed, turned over and lay on the lap of the emperor of Liao Kingdom: "Your Majesty, think about it yourself, you know what dirty thoughts I have, and then dare to send them to my door, yes Doesn't it mean telling me that His Majesty is ready?"

"I just want... I want to ask you about the military and political affairs of the Liao Kingdom. Where... Where... Is there anything ready?"