Song Beiyun

Zi Shibu walked slowly along the brightly lit street, and after hearing the maid's question, he replied slowly: "There are many talents in the world, I just read a few more books and walked more than ordinary people. It’s just a place, why use these things to show off? If you lose face, what can you do if you win? But there is a hint of joy out of thin air, and after the secret joy, you are still at a loss.”

"Then what's the point of reading." The little maid pouted: "It's not interesting, it's not interesting."

"Reading." Zi Shibu rolled his eyes, smiled and tapped the maid on the head with a fan: "I just don't let myself become a little fool like you."

While talking, the two walked outside a mansion. To Zi Shibu's surprise, the sound of reading could be heard from this mansion that looked like a land of romance. She looked inside curiously, but she couldn't see why, so she simply Boldly walked in from the door.

When I went in, I found that the place where the brothel was arranged, actually gathered a lot of people, and they were either sitting or standing in it and reading along.When I took a closer look, I found that there was an old man with silver hair writing on the blackboard on the stage where the dancers were originally dancing. When he wrote a word, the people around him read a word.

These people seem to be old and young, the older ones are almost octogenarians, and the younger ones are only slender. Judging from the clothes on their bodies, there are the usual traffickers and pawns, and there are also small rich families who do business.

"Miss, what are they doing?"

Zi Shibu made a silent gesture, stepped back quickly, and looked back at the door, but couldn't help laughing when he saw the plaque of Qinghonglou.

"Interesting, the brothel has turned into a study." Zi Shibu murmured, then turned his head and asked an old man selling persimmons at the door: "Old man, let me ask you, what is this place for?"

The old man who sold persimmons looked at Zi Shibu, then looked back: "This used to be a brothel, but later the brothel was not allowed to open, saying it was too close to the school, so it was moved to Wannian. Other businesses think this The place was originally used as a dry skin and meat business, and no one rented the place. Later, the government took the place and turned it into a commercial post. At night, there will be gentlemen who teach people how to read for free. There are a lot of people. Later, it simply became a big study, teaching literacy during the day and night, and many down-and-out scholars lived here."

"The price they live here is to teach people to read and write?"

"Yeah." The old man nodded, "Chang'an is good."

"Yes." Zi Shibu thanked him, got up and took another look at the place: "Chang'an is good."

She walked away with a smile, and her little maid followed quickly: "Miss, why do you say Chang'an is good?"

Zi Shibu didn't give an answer, because she knew that this kind of thing couldn't be explained clearly in words, but she thought that within ten years, Chang'an would be the most splendid city in this land... no, the universe.It will burst out with more dazzling light than in the heyday of Tang Dynasty.

She is very satisfied with this place, because the Chang'an she saw fulfilled all her fantasies of the Tang Dynasty in the middle land, just like the bustling world she once visited in her dreams.

"Miss, look, look!" After a brief silence, the little maid jumped and pointed forward: "There is a song and dance performance!"

"Tacky, don't watch it." Zi Shibu dragged the children who wanted to see the performance around the song and dance performance on the roadside, and got into an alley.

They would not dare to walk through such remote alleys in other places, but Chang'an can, because there will be a soldier patrolling every alley around, making people feel safe when they see it.

There are quite a few restaurants run by their own families in the alleys. There are only one or two tables inside, and they sell some home-cooked meals. Although they are not considered elegant, the taste is excellent.

This will never exist in the past, because as long as you do business, you will be exploited by the local local snakes, but now the local snakes are so suppressed that they can’t hold their heads up. If there is a blatant exploitation, everyone If someone sues and verifies that it is true, then the person in charge of this area will face a lawsuit.

And when the two of them were looking for food in the alley, Song Beiyun was accompanying Miaoyan through the place they had just walked.

"How about it, is my husband awesome?" Song Beiyun pointed at the brothel: "I know you don't like this place, I have withdrawn all the brothels in Chang'an, if you want to whore, you can only go to Wannian."

Miao Yan stood outside the Qinghong Building with her arms folded, looked up: "Tch, look at your virtue, those who don't know it would think that you are playing the feudal lords for me."

"That's impossible." Song Beiyun waved his hands, and then looked at the bustle ahead: "Oh, let's go, there is a song and dance performance."

"No, tacky."

"Great vulgarity is elegance. In order to enrich people's spare time life, this is spiritual food." Xiao Song stood on tiptoe and looked at it: "It's playing The Legend of the White Snake, let's go."

"Which version?" Miao Yan turned his head to look at Song Beiyun: "Is it my modified version or the version where Xu Xian peeled his wife's skin to make an umbrella?"

"No way." Xiao Song shook his head, "Go and see."

"No, no, no..." Miao Yan knelt down and began to complain, "I don't want to go!"

Xiao Song dragged two steps and found that she really didn't want to go, so he stopped: "Then you think you have to do something?"

"It's better to drink some wine, and then use alcohol to do something grown-ups do." Miao Yan got up and looked around: "Find a better bar."

"There's a fart bar, do you think it's the city that never sleeps in the Tang Dynasty? This is the serious Chang'an, and there are no tumbler dolls." Song Beiyun looked with his arms crossed, "How about a night tour of Weishui?"

"I grew up on a flower boat!" Miao Yan pinched Song Beiyun's neck and shook back and forth: "Can you not let me go back to that ghostly place again!"

"Well...that's going to be difficult." Song Beiyun scratched his head: "How about we go eat something?"

"Not hungry."

"Hey, you are so difficult to serve." Xiao Song began to scratch his ears and cheeks: "Why don't you go and pretend to be a weak girl. If someone harass you, I will jump out and beat him up."

"You are sick, can you be normal?"

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work either, then let's go home and do some adult work."

"No." Miao Yan shook his head: "Dangerous period, my body is basically going to bleed to death during pregnancy."

Xiao Song stroked his chin in silence for a moment: "I have an idea."

"what?"

"Change the door..."

"Are you going to die!" Miao Yan slapped Song Gou's ass: "Don't play tricks on me."

"You say you can't do this, that can't do it, what are you going to do, aunt? You say it's vulgar to watch singing and dancing performances, you say you're not hungry when you eat, and you insist on looking for a bar... Where can I go to fix the bar for you? The ones here The tavern is the kind where the waiter comes to serve good flower carvings and then cut two taels of stewed meat, the jazz you want has not yet appeared in the world."

Miao Yan thought for a while: "Let's come out with the whole guitar. Go, find a music workshop."

In the face of Miaoyan's whimsical ideas, sometimes Song Beiyun couldn't keep up with her rhythm, but there was nothing he could do. Sister Miaoyan was a treasure in the palm of his hand, so he could do whatever he said.

They found a music workshop, and they mentioned their needs. At that time, the shopkeeper was dumbfounded, and asked them, "Can the whole pipa work?"

"It's different." Song Beiyun showed the disassembled drawing of the guitar to the shopkeeper: "Look, it's completely different."

"My young master, where did you learn your drawing skills? It's superb." The shopkeeper took the design drawing he drew: "If this is the case, I will think of a way and pick it up in seven days."

"I'm sorry to trouble you." After Song Beiyun handed over the deposit, he came out with a wonderful remark: "Are you satisfied, aunt?"

"Well, it's not bad." Miao Yan stretched out his hand and patted Song Beiyun's head: "Pet the dog's head for encouragement."

"Go and die." Song Beiyun patted her hand away: "It's only about seven or eight o'clock, it's very early, what should we do?"

Miao Yan thought for a while, then rolled up his sleeves: "Kill the Big Wild Goose Pagoda! They still hide from me, hum! Let them hide, and I will kill them."

Xiao Song scratched his head: "Are you going to kill me? It's really unnecessary. The military newspaper will come tomorrow. I have to wait for the news. How about I send you there?"

"Forget it." Miao Yan pouted: "Go, go back."

Xiao Song rubbed his hands expectantly, but Miao Yan glanced at him and snorted, "Damn dog!"

Chapter 647, December 12, Five Years

The military report arrived on time, but the sender was the detained messenger.

The scene at that time was a bit strange, Song Beiyun looked at him, and he also looked at Song Beiyun, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became awkward.

"This……"

"that……"

After the two looked at each other for a long time, Song Beiyun suddenly said, "I wonder if Chen Si is safe."

The envoy was stunned for a moment, then said with a bitter face: "Master Song, the next official is Chen Si..."

"Ah, the Xixia people are deceiving people too much! How dare they detain our envoys and refuse to hand them over! How bold!" Song Beiyun raised his head and looked at the ceiling, his face full of pain: "If you think the Xixia people dare not hand over people, it must be our country Messenger Chen Si has been murdered by traitors!"

"Song...Master Song...the next official is Chen Si..."

As if Song Beiyun didn't hear it, he slapped the table vigorously, making the messenger sit on the chair in shock, and then Song Beiyun yelled: "Come here!"

Immediately, an officer stepped forward outside, and then Song Beiyun shouted loudly: "Go and tell the world that Chen Si, the ancient envoy sent by our country to Wuzi, was detained in the territory of Xixia. Thinking of falling leaves returning to their roots, Chen Sisheng wants to see people dead and corpses, so the Special Chang'an Military Department decided to enter Yan'an Mansion to search for Chen Si's whereabouts, and those who obstruct him will locate the person who murdered the envoy of Song Dynasty, even if he is far away, he will be executed!"

"Song..."

As soon as Chen Si was about to speak, Song Beiyun turned his head: "Master Wang, you have worked hard all the way, I remember that Mr. Wang is from Jinling, so how about it. I will give Mr. Wang a long vacation so that Mr. Wang can go back to his hometown Blessings."

"Ah... I..." If the envoy still didn't understand, he might really be a missing person. He responded: "Xiaguan Wanggong thank Mr. Song for your kindness. I will pack up and go back to my hometown to rest."

"Okay, Mr. Wang has a smooth journey." Xiao Song nodded and said: "Go to the treasury to get [-] coins to commend Mr. Wang for his active work and good style."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Song."

The sudden reward made the emissary not know whether to be happy or worried. Just as he was walking out in a daze, he heard Song Beiyun shouting from behind: "My lord, stop."

"Master Song, what are your orders?"

Xiao Song coughed: "Where is Yang Wenguang?"

"He... the lower official didn't know. When the lower official met General Yang, after he informed the situation, he wrote a letter for the lower official to bring to Mr. Song, and then waved a knife and shouted to avenge the lower official, so he urged the horse. And went."

"Hahahahahahaha..." Song Beiyun laughed out loud, "Okay, Yang Wenguang is a talent. Well, Mr. Wang, please go back and be careful on the road. By the way, I heard that there are many bandits on this road. When your lord returns, let the people from the Huangcheng Division protect Mr. Wang, and some people from the Huangcheng Division will contact Mr. Wang later."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Song."

After he left, Xiao Song left the office with his hands behind his back, came to the Chang'an Daily Office not far from Chang'an, found the editor-in-chief of the newspaper office, told him about the matter, and then told him: "Is that the case? one thing, but this time I will give you three demands."

"Sir Song, please tell me." The editor-in-chief got up and put the tea in front of Song Beiyun: "As for the article, I am afraid that there is no one in the world who is around Mr. Song. If you can get Mr. Song's advice, the grassroots will be terrified."

"Stop doing this." Song Beiyun waved his hand: "Just get things done quickly, and there's no need to flatter you."

"Hey... please give Master Song instructions."

"The first article, the writing should be easy to understand, mainly in vernacular. I don't want to see a single official phrase. The second article is to be filled with righteous indignation, so that everyone in the world can feel my grievance and helplessness when they see it. The third article, to play up Chen Si's life, there are several elements to mention, loyalty, filial piety, rationality and belief are the basics, and then there is diligence and kindness. Write him as a legendary talent in the sky and on the earth, There is only one famous and loyal minister in three to five hundred years, and in time, he will become the most powerful minister of the Song Dynasty."

The editor-in-chief of the daily said with a slight smile, "Master Song, I will start writing."

"hurry up!"

After writing a manuscript, after three revisions, it was urgently published in today's Chang'an Evening News. Soon the news spread like the plague, and the entire Chang'an city was immediately enveloped in a solemn and angry mood. .

Especially those scholars and students, they were full of anger when they discussed it, and they wished they could take the guys to find the Xixia people to fight for their lives.

In the market, in the teahouse, and at the wine table, everyone seemed to be discussing the fact that the envoy was killed by Xixia. How could Song Dynasty suffer such humiliation?There was a fire in everyone's heart, and even many merchants in the market began not to do business with Xixia people, and the places where Xixia's envoys lived were protected by the government, because there were always drunk people with knives outside. Han was wandering there, his voice scary.

On the second day when the news came out, young students gathered outside Yamen Street early in the morning. With white cloths tied on their heads, they knelt together and wrote a blood letter, demanding that the murderer be severely punished and the country's dignity rebuilt.

They knelt all morning, and Song Beiyun finally appeared near noon. He comforted the students with a painful and trembling voice, saying that everything has not been thoroughly investigated yet, and they should not act rashly.

But young people are impulsive and hyperactive. They don't care whether the investigation is clear. What they want is justice, a justice that belongs to the murdered messenger, Chang'an and Da Song.

Song Beiyun was in a dilemma for a while, gritted his teeth and promised that he would seek justice from the murderer, and even cut his finger and pressed his fingerprints on their blood book.

The city of Chang'an was completely boiling because of this handprint. Many people sang the old Qin opera that has been passed down for thousands of years, and bid farewell to the hero with their temperament. The scene was shocking and touching.

But the Xixia envoy was pale with fright at this moment, all of them didn't even dare to go out of the house, for fear that they would be trampled to nothing.

They don't know why Chang'an City, which was still calm and peaceful, became so impassioned overnight. They only know that the current wind criticism is definitely not a good sign for Xixia, and it may directly turn into a full-scale war from saving people.

The war... Xixia couldn't take it anymore. At this time, Xixia was already dilapidated, and it couldn't bear the crushing of a behemoth like Song Dynasty.

Thinking about coming to His Majesty, I am also worried...but what can I worry about?This is the case for weak countries. I just hope that Chang'an and Song Dynasty can act like gentlemen and stop playing such tricks.

In addition to the envoys from various countries studying Chang'an, the female scholar Zi Shibu was also observing Chang'an. When she saw the angry students shouting slogans on the street, she had a smile on her face.

"Miss, it seems to be very chaotic outside, how did Chang'an become like this all of a sudden?"

Zi Shibu leaned against the window and looked down, the corners of his mouth curved into an arc: "Everything is under control. Xunzi Ai Gong said that the common people are water. The water carries the boat, and the water capsizes the boat. The court wants to fight. That would be militarism, and if the people wanted to fight, they would follow the trend. It would be great if Song Beiyun was born in Ping'an capital, he will surely establish a prosperous and great career."

"Ah? Miss...you're talking again that I don't understand."

"That is to say, this turbulent public opinion is deliberately caused by someone. If you send troops rashly, there is no reason and no result, even the minister of the frontier can't afford it. But what if the people let you send troops? The people have fire in their hearts, and this fire is ultimately To burn something, either Chang'an or Xixia." Zi Shibu narrowed his eyes and licked his lips: "This is interesting, Chang'an is really a wonderful place."

Sure enough, on the afternoon of the same day, Song Beiyun hurriedly summoned envoys from various countries. He first warned the envoys from other countries to evacuate Xixia as soon as possible, and then announced to the envoys from Xixia that Song Dynasty was about to go deep into Xixia to find the missing envoy. The matter is a certainty, and no one can change it.

The Xixia envoy protested as usual, but Song Beiyun said that it was not his wish, because Chang'an had been fumigated red with anger at the moment. If there was no explanation, the anger of the people would turn into a torrent and flood Chang'an.

Of course, as long as their people are allowed to enter Xixia to find people, they will not use the law of war, but if they resist, they will have to declare war.

After Song Beiyun finished speaking, he even sighed and patted the Xixia envoy's shoulder and said, "It's not my wish, but the people's wish."

Having said all this, the Xixia envoy could only leave the meeting angrily, and then quickly sent a letter to the emperor of Xixia.

But what about sending letters, Xixia is now on the verge of falling apart, and at this time Song Guo wants to take advantage of others, but they have plenty of reasons, and they don't even have bargaining chips.

Xixia...it's over.

Immediately afterwards, another 2 people took the swearing-in meeting in Zhuque Square, surrounded by dense crowds of people watching the ceremony, as if all the people in Chang'an had come, although this time the lineup and equipment were far inferior to the 3 people ordered by Yang Wenguang before. , but the momentum is even better, because they carry the anger of the entire Chang'an.

Song Beiyun returned to the yamen after attending the swearing-in meeting, and when he was about to pack his things and leave work, there was someone who gave him a headache.

The assessment team from Jinling has arrived.

A few high-spirited novices appeared in front of Song Beiyun. These people looked like they had just entered the Yushitai, so there was no need to ask, because as long as the veterans had been working for a year, even if they sent their wives to the Yushi The doctor's bed would not be willing to examine Song Beiyun.

Because he violated the rules everywhere, failed everywhere, and had problems everywhere, but Chang'an's grades are there, the administrative score is full, and the conduct score is deducted to negative. Isn't it an embarrassment for the officials and officials?Is his official dismissal or not?If it is not withdrawn, what about the review system and the prestige of Yushitai?withdraw?Who will take care of Chang'an?

This place is in direct contact with the Liao, Grassland, Tubo, Xixia, Uighur, Western Regions and other eleven countries. If it is not handled well, it will be a war. Who has the ability to take this responsibility?

So every year, newcomers would come to review Song Beiyun, because mature old employees couldn't stand the pressure.

"Master Song, I need you to explain why you volunteered your troops privately. According to the laws of the Great Song Dynasty, the Privy Council must approve the transfer of more than 500 people. Why did you privately mobilize tens of thousands of troops."

"Come here." Song Beiyun frowned, "Tie these two up to me and send them back to Jinling. I don't have time to mess with them now."