Song Beiyun

Not to mention the school officials who were the organizers, even the guests who were invited together were all worried. It was supposed to be a feast for the first snow, but it broke up so unhappy.

But Song Beiyun, who terrified them all, came to the academy area at this moment.

He was wearing a fox fur cloak and a thick scarf around his neck, only Xiao Yu followed behind him, the two walked one after the other, but they didn't say a word.

Song Beiyun was in a very bad mood today. First of all, there was news that the reform of the military system in Jinling had been blocked. Military officers at all levels were resisting this reform, thinking that it would shake the foundation of their ancestors. Some people even secretly played a few books and said Song Beiyun is a layman who wants to shake the foundation of the Great Song Dynasty and overthrow the tall buildings of the Great Song Dynasty.

These contents were all copied to Song Beiyun by Zhao Xing, and the people who secretly participated in him still talked about it, and some people even started to frame Song Beiyun by forming a party for personal gain, so what Zhao Xing meant was to let Song Beiyun not come back to participate this year The Great Court will be held, so as to avoid embarrassment and save trouble.

Regarding this, Song Beiyun also knew that Zhao Xing didn't want to cause trouble for him, and also knew that Zhao Xing planned to fight to the death with those courtiers alone, but this kind of thing was not a big deal to Song Beiyun, but to Zhao Xing's temper Speaking of it, it is really not necessarily possible to die.

But this year, when the reform contradictions were the most intense, he was indeed not suitable to appear in Jinling. As for the nonsense of forming a party for personal gain, Song Beiyun didn't care at all, so those people were worthy of forming a party?What kind of party are you forming?Stinky fish and rotten shrimp party?

And since Zhao Xing is willing to tell him, Zhao Xing actually doesn't care if he wants to come, but people's words are really awesome. His reputation in Jinling is shattered. There are some things he can't say about the bad comments about him from people. Now that his official position is getting bigger and more influential, he needs to be more cautious. It is a big taboo to capsize in the gutter.Now he either doesn't make a move, or he has to kill with one blow like a tiger, and being dormant doesn't mean that he is cowardly, but needs to accumulate more energy.

"Master Song, are you in a bad mood?"

When I came to a familiar teahouse, an old man just sat down and brought a copper pot in front of him.

"There are more and more troublesome things, and I'm a little irritable." Xiao Song picked up the pot and started to make tea by himself: "After the spring breeze is proud of the horseshoe, now it's not so fun."

"Lord Song, you don't need to worry so much." The old man brought some pastries and some brine dishes from behind and put them on the table: "There are some things that people and gods share, so don't be afraid of others' slander."

Xiao Song smiled and waved his hands: "Don't comfort me, the main reason is that I haven't shown up for too long, and some shrimp soldiers and crab generals have crawled out again. These things are like mosquitoes, annoying, blocking my way ah."

"Tigers can't help flies." The old man chuckled, "but cockroaches can."

"Isn't it true that you form a clique for personal gain?" Xiao Song raised his head: "You are a very bad old man."

"Hahaha, Mr. Song. You just need to release the scorpion. Why do you need to make the net yourself?"

Xiao Song rolled his eyes to look at the old man, and shook his head: "It is said that more than 50 years ago, the family of Han Tong, the general of Houzhou, was killed by Wang Yansheng, and was later granted the order of Zhongshu by Taizu. It is said that Han Tong's son Lu Tuoer is not dead, but his whereabouts are unknown."

"The villain doesn't understand Master Song's words."

"Do you know why I often come to you to drink tea?" Xiao Song twisted his neck: "I just want to hear what other smart people in the world have to say. Tell me, what happened to Han Liu, the three heroes of the country back then? ?”

The old man lowered his head and smiled: "Who knows."

"Han Gong, after hiding for a lifetime, do you really refuse to come out of the mountain again?"

The old man chuckled, turned around and walked inside with the pot in his hand, muttering, "The water is getting cold, I'll go get a new pot."

"Han Gong, I have to call you uncle in terms of seniority, but you won't help me?" Xiao Song got up and said, "I am Lao Wang's apprentice."

The old man stamped his feet and turned his head slowly. There was light in his dim eyes. He looked Song Beiyun up and down, but Song Beiyun just took out the jade pendant: "Uncle Han, are you really unwilling to come out of the mountain?"

The old man chuckled lightly, "I don't know what Mr. Song is talking about."

"Are you really not willing?" Xiao Song narrowed his eyes and asked again: "Aren't you listening to my master?"

The old man staggered forward a few steps, but stopped again, and then turned around slowly: "Your master is now..."

"He wandered away, and left me a letter before he left, saying that he would let me find the vein of you and the great medical officer. The three veins will be united, and the Central Plains will be safe for thousands of years." Xiao Song continued, half-true anyway. It's a half-fake, after all, that smelly old man doesn't know where to go: "I'm really not good at internal affairs. I'm annoyed by being tossed around like this all day long. I want to develop industry and diplomacy, and internal affairs are always necessary. A man came to help me."

"I can't, I'm old." The old man said in a deep voice, "Now I'm just a tea maker."

"Then do you have any disciples? Where are the students?"

"No."

"Heirs are fine too!"

"The sons all died early."

Xiao Song slowly returned to his seat: "I've been looking for it for so many years, but I didn't expect Uncle Master to be right under my nose."

After a while, the old man changed a pot of tea and put it in front of Song Beiyun: "How did you find out?"

"It's a coincidence." Xiao Song propped one hand on the table: "Last spring, I came here to inspect the construction of the college. I was thirsty on the way and found a tea shop. I drank the first sip and became familiar with it. The taste is just like the taste in the old man's teapot in my family. I just kept an eye on it, and I come here once in a while. After drinking all the tea from you, I found that my judgment was right. This is what I grew up with. The taste of drinking is engraved in my bones. But I dare not disturb, I am worried about you, uncle, if there is some trouble, you will run away."

The old man's eyelids slowly drooped: "Maybe it's fate."

"Later, I ordered people to trace the source. Although no one knows who you are, you can probably know your identity after a round of elimination." Xiao Song picked up the tea bowl and took a big sip: "After that, I want to find out who you are. It's time to meet you, and now I think the time has come."

The old man still shook his head: "I am running out of time."

"Then you can't just ignore it, you see, you are also alone, and now someone who can provide you with retirement and death suddenly appears, you really don't care about it?"

The old man looked Song Beiyun up and down, and laughed dumbly: "You have the same temperament as my senior brother, you are a gangster inside and out."

"It's in the same line."

The old man was silent for a long time, and then said: "Although I have no son, I have a grandson."

"Stop." Xiao Song waved his hand: "How old is your grandson? Do you still have a granddaughter?"

"You have a good idea!" The old man rolled his eyes: "My granddaughter is nearly forty years old. It's just that I have lost contact with her since she got married. If you have that kind of intention, go find her."

"She's a round older than me, what's the point of me contacting her?" Xiao Song spread his hands, "As for your grandson... I want a top player, not just throwing someone in."

"My grandson is around twenty this year, named Han Qi, just like when I was young..."

Song Beiyun didn't hear what the old man said behind him. Anyway, after hearing the name Han Qi, he suddenly heard a ding in his head.

Han Qi!A boss who can compete with Yan Shu!

"By the way, if you have a grandson, why don't you join your grandson? Are you selling tea here?"

"Can I recognize him?" The old man frowned slightly: "He is now in the territory of Liao Kingdom, you just go to find him. With your extraordinary ability, it is not difficult to find someone, right?"

And when Xiao Song was looking for a helper, in the college at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, the little princess who had just finished class grabbed her meal and was lying on the wall of the small courtyard watching the snow fall.

The color of the snow here is completely different from that on the prairie. When it snows on the prairie, it is difficult to tell the difference between the south, the east and the north. Coupled with the howling wind, snow is torture.But the snow here is fluttering, slowly, and falling on the treetops, grass, and houses. The layers are very distinct, which makes people like it at first glance.

The classes for these few days are very tight, and the little princess can barely keep up with the progress of this advanced Chinese class. Now she has classes during the day and memorization at night, so she hardly has any free time.

Fortunately, people in the prairie are hard-working, so she didn't feel that it was hard work. On the contrary, she felt that life was much more fulfilling and comfortable than living on the prairie.

Here she met a lot of friends, learned a lot of new things, and even realized that the life of their Han people is so good...

Looking back and thinking about the hard days on the grassland, even if she is a princess, she doesn't have any special treatment, it's just that the tent is bigger than others, and she still smells like cattle and sheep all day long.

And after coming here, my body is full of fragrance, which makes people like it very much.And she heard that she is still a public student, that is, she doesn't need to spend a single copper coin. For the children in the grassland, these days are really like heaven.

"Little princess in the grassland, do you want to play in the snow by the lake?"

When the girls who had a good relationship with her passed by her, they saw her standing there eating, so they teased and called her.

"Go later, I haven't finished eating yet."

"What are you going to eat, hurry up. Master Tang is there too!" The girl from the Han people jumped up and down and shouted, "He'll be back later."

"No, no, no, I'm already married, really."

"Who do you marry? Marrying someone can't stop us from looking at a good-looking young master. Princess Taiping has said it—a man who eats food is a woman's big desire. Let's see what it is."

After finishing speaking, they dragged the little princess out. On the way, if she cried hungry, she would be stuffed with a handful of snacks.These are all girls from rich families, so how can they search and search like this little grassland girl.

He dragged and dragged him to the snow-falling lake. The appearance covered in silver was indeed too beautiful to behold. Although it was a bit cold, the padded coats issued by the academy were not vegetarian.

The few of them stood aside and saw a group of girls surrounded by a few talented people at the head of the bridge, and those people seemed to be reciting poems and odes against the heavy snow.

"Little princess, let me tell you."

Now the nickname of the little princess is the little princess, who made her say that she is the daughter of Prairie Khan all day long.

"Ah? What are you talking about?" The little princess was eating a piece of sweet red bean glutinous rice cake with a mouthful of syrup.

"In this city of Chang'an, if you talk about talent and handsomeness, Song Houye must be ranked first. He is young, promising, suave, and talented. As long as he is a girl, he likes him. If you say he is your husband, then you Ask the girls here, how many of them are not his wives."

The girls around were giggling, pushing and fighting with each other, not shy, cheerful and lively.

But the little princess was not happy, she stomped her feet: "He is really my husband!"

"Yes, yes, it belongs to you, it belongs to me, and it belongs to all of us." The girl hugged the cute little princess by the waist and smiled happily: "However, Lord Song's wife is Princess Taiping. People are not simple, they are smart and knowledgeable, their family background is excellent, and they are also very good-looking. It’s not like we wait for others to compare, so don’t even think about Song Houye. But this Brother Tang is different. Although he is It's a little worse than Song Houye, but it's only a little bit, look at his figure, he looks good!"

The little princess curled her lips: "I have a husband!"

Chapter 625: On November 11, Five Years, It's Time for the Snow to Fall Again

"The art of war, the art of war is the way to use soldiers. You can't believe what's written in the book. You need to use your brain."

In Dingguo's mansion, Zuo Guozheng was explaining the art of war to Zuo Fang, but Zuo Fang was obviously not this kind of guy, he scratched his head and scratched his head, and couldn't sit still for a while.

"Look at your incompetent appearance. In the future, you are still counting on you to inherit my mantle, but now it seems that you are counting on nothing!"

Zuo Fang yawned and played with the silver bell on her wrist: "Father, it's not like you don't know that I'm not born with this material, so what's the use of forcing me like this."

When Zuo Guogong saw such a useless son, his beard almost exploded with anger, and just when he was about to pick up the training stick and teach this bastard a lesson, there was a muffled bang outside, followed by a messy sound. The footsteps passed on.

Before they could find out what was going on, they saw two figures rushing in from outside.

"I'm back!"

Zuo Rou jumped in from outside, followed by Qiao Yun.

Seeing her sister coming back, Zuo Fang stood up happily, but Zuo Guogong snorted with displeasure on his face, and remained silent.

"Oh, I have a sad face when I come back." Zuo Rou began to take out things from the backpack on the back: "Look at what I brought back for you."

The Duke of Zuo Guo is very powerful, and now he is the privy envoy of the Great Song Dynasty. He can be said to be a person under one person and above ten thousand people. It looks a little better.

"This ginseng is a tribute from the royal family of the Liao Kingdom, and ordinary people can't get it." Zuo Rou took out a ginseng that was as long as her arm: "Look, let's have a look. A hundred-year-old Liao ginseng, this is really worth it." It took me a lot of effort to get it from Fobaonu, but she still refused to give it."

"Nonsense, the name of the Liao Emperor is taboo, how can you just open your mouth, be careful to punish you for contempt for the royal family."

"What kind of thing is contemptuous of the royal family, let Fobao slave occupy my front, she has to be polite." Zuo Rou threw the things on the table carelessly: "What's the matter? You want to be with me as soon as I come back Looking for something unpleasant?"

Seeing that the father and daughter were about to quarrel again, Zuo Fang hurriedly got up to smooth things over, said a lot of good things, and after coaxing her sister into a smile, said: "Sister, you and Qiaoyun have had a hard time traveling, why don't you Let's get some repairs first, and then I'll go to Tianshangfang to order some food and come back, our family has not been reunited for a long time."

"My brother is better." Zuo Rou snorted and walked past Zuo Guogong.

After she left, Zuo Fang ordered the servants to order some of Zuo Rou's favorite dishes, then sat opposite the furious Duke Zuo and sighed: "Father, why are you always arguing with sister?"

"I want to vent my anger? Look how decent she is! The reputation of my Zuo family has been ruined by her! I am ashamed to tell others that I have such a daughter."

"No one dares to talk about her." Zuo Fang sighed: "There are some things that we have to turn a blind eye to. Even Prince Fu can't do anything about it. What can you do?"

"Humph!"

Zuo Guogong's face turned pale with anger, but he was also speechless. It is well known in the world that he can't control his daughter, and the fact that the daughter of a dignified Duke's family is a child is also known in the world.

The key is precisely because of this matter, from the central government to the local government, no one dared to propose a marriage to Zuo Rou.As Zuo Fang said, no one dared to mention it knowing it was so.

After the new year, Zuo Rou will be 25, 25 is already an old girl who is too old, no matter who she has been with or what she has done before, a girl who is 25 years old can't always be so ignorant Are you clear?

No matter how you explain it, you must have one. Among other things, she is a princess.What kind of thing is it that a princess flirts with a married man?

"Father, children and grandchildren have their own blessings, so what do you do with them." Zuo Fang was still persuading: "Everyone knows that if you want to marry sister, someone has to dare to marry her. Unless the government grants a marriage, even poor scholars who are married would not dare to come."

"Marriage?" Zuo Guogong's eyes lit up.

"Don't think about it, daddy..." Zuo Fang sighed, "The official even got his own sister involved, and you expect him to make trouble with the Northwest King because of a princess with a different surname?"

"You bastard, when will you get rid of the fact that you don't have a handle on your mouth!" Zuo Guogong was furious, and he got up to beat someone.

Zuo Fang hurriedly fled outside: "Daddy, think twice!"

Seeing his son running farther and farther, Ding Guogong also let out a long sigh, and sat back in the room, propping his knees with his hands, and sighed.

Zuo Rou really humiliated her family, but no matter how she is a daughter after all, she can't just let her go her own way.

So he just waited there until Zuo Rou came out after taking a shower and changing clothes.

"What are you wearing!"

When Duke Ding saw Zuo Rou's attire, he almost spat out old blood. The good girl Jiajia was wearing a non-qiufei robe, bulging, clumsy, and green like a bastard.

"Coat." Zuo Rou said proudly, "Cotton coat, a specialty of Chang'an, is warm."

"Bullshit!"

"You're blowing your beard and staring, you'll know if you try it yourself." Zuo Rou put a bundle on the table: "I'll be back later, wait for me for dinner."

After finishing speaking, she swaggered out wearing the big green padded jacket, and Ding Guogong was just about to chat with his daughter, but now he felt like a thorn in his throat... He found that his daughter was an invincible Iron King Kong, and he didn't care about him at all. This stare can frighten Duke Ding of the Hundred Thousand Imperial Guards.

Shaking his head dejectedly, Ding Guogong patted the table hard, but felt more and more helpless.

After sitting for a long time, he finally stood up, but he stretched out his hand uncontrollably in front of the packed clothes. After looking left and right for a while, he walked to the door and closed the door in front of the hall, and then sneakily Shaking off the padded jacket, he found that it was a long jacket, which was very different from the best-selling clothes in Jinling City a few days ago.

He gesticulated on his body for a while, and found that it was quite heavy, at least four to five catties.

After untying the rope, he put the fluffy and large padded jacket on his body, and suddenly felt that the cold outside was blocked.

"Hey." Zuo Guogong patted his body curiously, feeling that it was extremely soft, but it was much more comfortable and warmer than the fur coat, and more importantly, it didn't have the fishy smell of animals.