Song Beiyun

After she finished speaking, she looked at Song Gou. After thinking for a long time, she still did not dare to wake him up. After all, this point woke him up. What's the matter.

"Go to sleep."

She got up and walked out, but she came back halfway there, squatted on the bed and stared at Song Gou for a while, and whispered: "The eyelashes are so long..."

After she finished speaking, she leaned forward and kissed Song Gou's lips lightly, but just when she raised her head, she found Song Gou was looking at her with one eye open.

"Have I ever told you that I'm a light sleeper too?" Xiao Song smiled and opened his eyes completely: "You molested me."

Fo Baonu's face turned red... got up and was about to leave.

"Want to leave?" Xiao Song chuckled: "You may not know how bad words are."

Chapter 564: Three Years on November 11th

The door outside creaked and was pushed open again, and Fo Baonu came back again, with drops of snowflakes on his head, his body trembling uncontrollably, and he didn't know whether to advance or retreat in front of Song Gou.

"Is she bad?"

Xiao Song moved inside and tore a corner of the quilt: "When she said to go to sleep, you should have gone. I have been cheated by her many times."

The door of Miaoyan's house is locked, and there are three locks, and there is always no answer when knocking on the door. I don't know if she is really asleep or pretending to be asleep. Anyway, it's right if she can't wake up.

During the time that Fo Baonu was at the door, the heat accumulated during the day was finally dissipated, and the whole body was covered with cold air, even though he returned to the house, he still didn't warm up immediately.

"What? You just stand here and watch me all night?"

"Only one quilt."

"What is hypocritical." Xiao Song patted the bed: "The heat is gone."

Maybe this sentence "the heat is gone" is the most lethal sentence in winter. Saying a thousand words and ten thousand words is not as good as this sentence. After listening to it, did Fo Baonu move his body? Cautiously sat on the edge of the bed, put his feet in first, and then slowly squirmed into a flat lying posture.

"Go to sleep."

Xiao Song covered the quilt, turned over and went back to sleep.

But this time it was the turn of Buddha Baonu to be unable to sleep anymore. She could clearly feel that the man's bed that Miaoyan said was unimaginably warm. The heat wave like a stove hit her one after another, and she couldn't help it. want to rely on the past.

Subconsciously, she rubbed it in until it stuck to Song Gou's back. She felt that it was not good, and then she rubbed it outside again, but people are creatures that chase after enjoyment, so she was pulling back and forth between greed and reason. After several times, he finally leaned on Song Gou's back.

But how could she be able to sleep like this? Sometimes she would move, and when her smooth calf touched Songgou's leg, she would be scratched by the burr on her leg. If she wanted to scratch, she would touch other parts.

"You are endless." Xiao Song turned around, and looked at Fo Baonu who was so nervous that he couldn't breathe smoothly through the light reflected by the snow outside: "Nervous?"

Fo Baonu looked back at him stiffly, but didn't answer, but continued to stare at Fang Liang.

"I'm going to suffer a little bit."

Xiao Song suddenly stretched out his hand to hug Fo Baonu, put one hand behind her head, and the other held her waist, wrapping her whole body.

"Ah...this..."

Anu was a little at a loss by this sudden movement, she wanted to push away, but she couldn't bear the warmth, and if she didn't push away, she felt ashamed and angry, and her strong self-esteem and shame made her very weird.

"You kissed me secretly just now." Xiao Song was right next to her ear: "The last one who kissed me secretly was my elder sister Qiaoyun."

"I do not have……"

"It's time for you to be so stubborn." Xiao Song stroked her waist up and down: "I found a problem, that is, women who tend to be protectors will secretly do this kind of thing."

"I don't understand..." Fo Baonu trembled nervously: "Don't move, hand!"

"How old is Miss?" Xiao Song didn't bother to talk to her: "You never told me how old you are, to be exact."

"Twenty to three..." Fo Baonu let out a long breath, and finally had a normal conversation: "Aren't you very old?"

"It turns out that Anu is the eldest sister." Xiao Song laughed: "I can't tell, I thought you were only seventeen or eighteen."

"It's so small..." Anu suddenly pressed his chest: "Hand!"

"Hi." Xiao Song slowly withdrew his hand: "What's the matter, really."

"No."

Anu refused very decisively, but she also knew that if the dog around her really insisted, she would have no way to do it. After all, it is already like this now, and the bag of her pajamas was untied at some point , anyway... what is innocent, I'm afraid it can only be a joke to say it now.

"Let me ask you, why does your body smell so fragrant, has anyone told you?"

"Natural." Little Huya replied in a low voice: "I was born like this, so if it is summer, I will always carry a wormwood sachet with me to suppress this smell."

"I thought it was your fragrance powder before, but later I realized it was your own smell."

Xiao Song sniffed between her neck: "You like bathing very much?"

"Well..." Anu responded softly: "If you don't take a bath for three days, nothing can suppress the smell. I don't like it."

The two just chatted one after another, anyway, Xiao Song succeeded in the end, Fo Baonu just pushed and shoved a little and didn't move, just looked at him with a blushing face: "Do you think it's fun to bully me?" ?”

"It must be interesting. My God, there is an emperor lying next to me. Who in the world has the ability to do this kind of thing. If it's not interesting, what's interesting?" Xiao Song didn't hide it: "His Majesty the Emperor of Liao Kingdom!"

"Stop talking!" Fo Baonu hit his chest with a hammer: "How can you be such a jerk!"

Xiao Song didn't care, just leaned into her ear and whispered a few words, and Fo Baonu's eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at him blankly: "No!"

"It's fine." Xiao Song sighed: "I never force others, so Your Majesty took a bath today, right?"

"Well, didn't you ask just now? What are you going to do?"

Xiao Song didn't talk nonsense, the whole person slid directly into the quilt, and then Fo Baonu suddenly struggled, but he was powerless, he could only push Song Gou's head with a crying voice, and finally even the strength of pushing and shoving It's all gone, only the humming sound like a little suckling dog is left.

"Help……"

In just a few minutes, Fo Baonu could only call for help in a hoarse voice. She grasped the bed sheet tightly with both hands, her feet collapsed tightly, her breathing became rapid and disordered, and her body began to appear. spasms.

And at this time Xiao Song appeared again, and it was a deep French kiss, but this time it was obvious that Fo Baonu didn't resist at all, and even took the initiative.

"This is His Majesty's own taste." After Xiao Song let go of her, he smiled, and then gently comforted His Majesty the Emperor of Liao who was tense all over: "Your Majesty? Have you recovered yet?"

Fo Baonu's breathing has gradually stabilized, but when she looked at Song Gou again, her eyes became a little different.

"Bastard!" She raised her limp hand and slapped Song Beiyun.

Xiao Song laughed, leaned into her ear again and whispered a few words, but this time she hesitated, and finally wanted to destroy everything, she bit her lip and nodded lightly with her eyes closed.

"Then, Your Majesty, I will not be polite."

"When have you been polite..." Fo Baonu's face was bleeding, but he still spoke with a bit of stubbornness: "I shouldn't know you."

"Then it's too late to say anything now." Xiao Song adjusted his angle: "Your Majesty, are you ready?"

"Wait..." Fo Baonu held his shoulders and whispered, "I'm afraid of pain..."

"Know it."

The wind and snow outside finally stopped when the sky was getting bright, and the noises in the house almost stopped along with the wind and snow.

All the noise turned into silence, only the plop of snow on the trees fell to the ground.

The sky gradually brightened, and there was silence in the small courtyard. Although it was sunny today, the knee-high snow was still not suitable for work. The whole Chang'an and Xianyang became lazy and quiet, and there were women who got up early in the distance. The smoke was lit early, and the dogs howling cheerfully started to play in the snow.

But at this moment, Jinling City, two thousand miles away, was in a state of utter terror. After all, the Empress Dowager could not survive this winter. The once powerful founding queen left this world surrounded by filial sons and grandsons.

Although everyone is talking about mourning, there is no way to mourn at this time, and according to the old lady's dying wish, after her death, she cannot be treated as a national funeral, and her descendants do not need to be filial.Up to the emperor and down to the people, all they need to do is live a good life.

But after all, the old lady is the mother of the world, and her departure has cast a layer of silence on Jinling City. Although there is no need for a national funeral, all businesses in Jinling City will hear the ringing of the Bell and Drum Tower. The shops were closed, and people also canceled all entertainment activities. After the bell rang, Jinling City seemed to have become a dead city. Only the workshop that could not stop the furnace was steaming up with thick white smoke, turning into clouds .

The great medical officer sat in front of the old lady's mourning hall, his eyes became empty, his beloved relatives and friends in the past have all gone away, and the girl from childhood is lying here now, going to a distant place with the brothers who played with him.

"Master doctor, you have worked hard these days, go back and rest earlier." Zhao Xing followed his last wish and put on a common people's filial piety to guard in the mourning hall, beside Jin Ling'er who was crying so hard: "Mo It's going to break your body."

"No, it's freezing cold here, there was a record that people would fake their deaths, so I'll stay here."

His stubbornness is meaningless, but everyone understands the meaning of it. At least for the great medical officer, the departure of the Empress Dowager means that his era has officially come to an end.

"Uncle Fu, you should go back and rest too."

"No." Fu Wang, who just came back from outside, held his mother's favorite food in his hand: "I'll stay here too."

Although there were some gaps between their mother and son in the early years, the Empress Dowager has also told him a lot these days. After all, she is his biological mother. Even if King Fu is hard-hearted, there is no reason why he should not guard the spirit of his mother.

"I'm afraid Guanzhong will suffer disaster this year." King Fu suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhao Xing: "The officials should deal with the government affairs."

Zhao Xing sat there looking at his old grandmother, and sighed softly: "Don't worry, someone has already arranged for me, so I will spend more time with my ancestor. But Jin Ling'er, don't cry and break your body. It's all my fault...it's my fault for assigning Song Beiyun, otherwise you would have someone to take care of you."

Jin Ling'er wiped away her tears, and said after a while: "I'm fine, I'll be there after I've been guarding the emperor's grandmother for 49 days."

King Fu raised his head and asked, "So anxious?"

"Well, he wrote to tell me to hurry up." Jin Ling'er sighed and said, "You also know that he is very suspicious. The people at the other end can't believe it, so they want me to help him."

"It makes sense." Zhao Xing said, "Whether the Song Dynasty can unify China depends on that."

Chapter 565: Qing Song Beiyun Economics on November 11, Three Years

In the past few days, no one seems to have mentioned what happened that day, but sometimes at night, Little Huya would quietly appear beside Song Gou's bed.

This can be regarded as a kind of tacit understanding. Anyway, it cannot be placed in the open. Simply put, the imperial power cannot be humiliated. Song Dog can no longer be said to be as simple as going down, so whether it is from the psychology of His Majesty the Emperor of Liao or from the overall situation Said, it's enough to have a good time secretly, and you must not show off around, even if everyone knows it well.

Probably because some things can only be done but not said.

In the past few days, there have been a few snowfalls intermittently, but the scale is not too large to constitute a disaster, but because the road is blocked by snow, there is nowhere to go.So His Majesty the Liao Emperor, apart from studying in the house with the two house dogs who can never leave the nest all day long, is counting on sneaking around at night.

"How can you sit still!"

Finally, the eruption in the silence should come or not, Fo Baonu suddenly patted the table and threw the pen on the desk: "I'm going crazy."

"Then go out and build a snowman?" Song Gou, who was eating toasted steamed buns, turned his head and glanced at her: "I think building a snowman is fun."

"I don't want to make a snowman!"

"Then let's have a snowball fight." Xiao Song continued, "But you can't wrap rocks in the snow, you Northeast girls are very wild."

"I don't want a snowball fight!" Fo Baonu kept kicking Song Gou: "I'm about to be smothered to death!"

At this time, Miao Yan, who was sleeping in a ball, opened his eyes: "We need to quarrel!"

Xiao Song spread his hands to express helplessness, but Fo Baonu got up and walked behind him, and suddenly climbed onto his back: "Go out and play."

"you sure?"

"Ah."

After a stick of incense, Fo Baonu came back trembling. She put her feet on the edge of the stove and started to roast: "Hey...it's so cold outside."

"That's right." Xiao Song shook his head helplessly and said, "This year is extremely cold, you really underestimate the power of nature."

Fo Baonu sat there shaking back and forth: "It's strange, why didn't you report the disaster this year?"

Xiao Song raised his eyebrows and glanced at her, then pulled a stool over and wrote two words on it with a pen - Reserve.

Buddha Baonu naturally understands the meaning of reserves, but there were obviously reserves in previous years, but why should they be affected by disasters?

So she raised her doubts, Xiao Song began to draw various areas on the paper, and then said: "The reserve is actually divided into storage and logistics, and the previous model put storage first. So whenever a famine occurs, granaries in some places are full but they still report disasters everywhere. By the time the government order is issued, sorting begins, on the road, and finally arrives in the disaster area, a month or even two months have passed in many cases. Let me ask you, You have no food, no drink, no fuel in this kind of horrible weather, how many days can you survive?"

"He died that day..." Fo Baonu's eyes lit up: "I see, you just simplified these steps?"

Xiao Song nodded and said: "Actually, logistics is not so much about transportation as it is about statistics, route planning, disaster prediction, distance loss, etc. This can only be done with a huge overall perspective. Princess Fund, you know Bar?"

"I know, it's the fund of Princess Song Guochang?"

"Yes." Xiao Song nodded and said: "In the Princess Fund, there are all the people who are good at calculation in the whole Song Dynasty. They are called the actuary team. This team will calculate the maximum and minimum values ​​of all numbers, and then some retired The officers lead the formation of trade routes to shuttle between various regions. The role of those officers is not only to better manage the caravan, but also to make choices and decisions at the right time, such as the heavy snow in Guanzhong, they will transport items to the surrounding areas Regional, decentralized storage. According to the data accumulated before, we can analyze how long the materials in Guanzhong can last, and then advance or retreat the time when the materials enter the disaster area in different directions one after another."

When Xiao Song said this, he suddenly laughed: "If the supplies suddenly run out and the corresponding statistics don't match up, then someone's dog's head will fall to the ground."

Fo Baonu looked at Song Beiyun in astonishment: "Can this count?"

"Of course, mathematics is the only criterion for measuring the world." Xiao Song knocked on the table: "Otherwise, why should I know the data of this area? Population, daily consumption, etc., are for calculation and to ensure the minimum living conditions of all people. After all, it will be able to survive until the beginning of spring. This is the ability of logistics and mathematics, you have to ask that lazy dog."

Xiao Song pointed to the witty words of rolling with a big pillow next to her: "She is the founder of this."

"Then why didn't she tell me..."

"Do you think it's simple? Do you have such efficient execution? Can you find out who is cheating? Can you guarantee that everyone in the area is united? You can't, I can because my father-in-law holds Military power, Qinglong Court controls the main artery of the entire country, and you have not fully understood the ownership of the territory of the North and South Courts." Xiao Song knocked on the table again: "I have already told you about the problem of your Liao Kingdom, you You can’t follow Da Song’s route.”

"That's because I didn't report disasters in Daliao this year."

"Call your husband."

Fo Baonu turned his head and glanced at the wonderful words next to him, and leaned into Song Gou's ear and let out a weak cry.

"What, so low, your voice was hoarse last night."

When Fo Baonu went up, he locked his throat...