Song Beiyun

All of a sudden, the city was full of chaos. Many people got the news in advance and wanted to leave, but they were all taken down quickly and firmly by the Secretary of the Imperial City.

And just as the arrests were taking place here, a carriage slowly stopped at the entrance of the Hongwen Hall, and then Song Beiyun walked down from above in military uniform.

Someone in the field suddenly shouted: It's Song Beiyun!

The crowd suddenly moved. Song Beiyun is notorious now. Although they don't know where the stink is, anyway, those scholars say he is not a good person, so he must be a bad person.

After Song Beiyun got off the carriage, people on both sides immediately separated the crowd in front and led him to the Hongwen Hall.

Soon, he was standing on the central podium. At this time, he picked up a strange thing in his hand and fiddled with it, and then heard a click, and the surrounding strange things that had just been set up there made a burst of sound. A high-pitched beep.

Immediately, a staff member from the workshop stepped forward to make adjustments, and Song Beiyun leaned over to the microphone to feed a few times. His voice came out through those speakers, like thunder, shaking people's minds.

"Everyone, I am Song Beiyun." Standing on the stage, he said with a smile, "You must have heard my name, whether it is a good name or a bad name."

At this moment, someone started to scold, but Song Beiyun didn't care at all, because no one's voice could overshadow him.

"I went back to Jinling today not because I want to fight with you guys, it's not worth it and it's not necessary."

As soon as these words fell to the ground, more than a dozen large boxes had already been installed outside the city, and some boxes were still shaking violently, obviously someone was struggling.

"Boss, why are some buried and some not buried?" A secret agent who was digging nearby asked Bai Nian'an in a low voice: "What's so special about this?"

Bai Nian'an stood there with his hands behind his back: "What can be buried is useless later, what cannot be buried is still useful later, do your job."

This action caused so much trouble that even Bai Nian'an was trembling. If he succeeds, he will be promoted to an official position. If not, he will definitely be smashed to pieces. But the matter has come to this point, there is no other way, it can be regarded as repaying Mr. Song The kindness of knowing you and the kindness of cultivation from the officials.

"What exactly is Master Song going to do?"

"You want to go down?" Bai Nian'an glared at the talkative little bastard beside him: "Don't ask if you shouldn't!"

"Yes, yes... I won't ask."

At the same time, the Hongwen Museum, because of Song Beiyun's arrival, was extremely lively, not to mention the inner and outer three floors, even the trees on the street were full of people, everyone wanted to see Song Beiyun Want to make a fuss about something.

But he didn't say anything after that, he just waited for the staff to debug all the speakers and after everything was settled, he re-tested the sound and started to prepare to speak.

"Look, I have prepared a manuscript for today."

Song Beiyun picked up the thick manuscript in his hand and showed it to the people around him, and there was a burst of laughter from below.

But what everyone didn't expect at the next moment was that Song Beiyun raised his hand and scattered the manuscripts, and they fell like snowflakes. At this moment, he officially started today's feast.

"I don't think I need a manuscript." Song Beiyun said to the microphone with a smile, and then paused for about 30 seconds to look around: "I am standing here today, in the land of Jinling, the capital of the Great Song Dynasty. In military uniform. Not here to argue with you about who is right and who is wrong."

"Then you are here to rebel?"

The voice below was joking, and Song Beiyun looked down at him, with a disdainful smile on his lips: "I just want to tell you something that you may not have thought about. Some people say that I dig graves, I want to ask Why dig a grave?"

There are various answers below, but all in all, Song Beiyun did not follow the rules.

"Yes, I did not follow the rules. I designed a new version of the printing press and reduced the price of books by ten times. I built a bookstore so that even the poorest children could have books. I founded the Hongwen School , so that everyone has the right to study." Song Beiyun asked with a smile on his head, "Even this Hongwen Museum was funded by me. Whose grave did I dig?"

The people below suddenly became speechless, not knowing how to answer Song Beiyun's question.Yes, whose grave did he dig?

"They told me that reading is for scholars. They told me that only [-]% of the scholars in the Song Dynasty were considered human beings. They also told me that ordinary people were not worthy of studying. So they raised the price of books, so they smashed books. bookstore, so they prevented the students from poor families from registering for the exam."

"I, Song Beiyun. I am 24 years old." Song Beiyun slapped the armor on his chest loudly: "The generation of the humerus, the top scholar, the chief official of the frontier, and the relatives of the emperor. Everyone here is talented and knowledgeable. I think I can compete with Song Beiyun." How many people are there?"

The audience was silent, no one dared to speak.

"Why should I dig their graves? Just lie down with them and live peacefully and domineeringly. Why stand here today and be insulted by your words? Just a joke, how many people in the world can Insult me, Song Beiyun. I took over Chang'an, took over Yan'an, and drove the grassland warriors across the Yin Mountains. I haven't lost a single defeat. Who dares to insult me?"

"But, friends." Song Beiyun waved his hand: "This is not what I want. You may ask, you are all like this, what exactly do you want?"

"Let me tell you, I came from a small mountain village on the edge of Luzhou. I have no father, no mother, and no one to rely on. I would like to thank the reform of the scientific examination back then, which gave countless people like me the opportunity to come out Dashan stands out. I have a belief that I will do my best to allow more people to have this opportunity."

"But it's counterproductive, because some people don't want it. They want their children to enjoy wealth forever and their family to prosper."

"Young brothers, what kind of nation is standing in front of us? It is a nation struggling with humiliation! We lost the Northern and Southern Dynasties, and they ran away. They are still rich and rich, and they are still full of flowers. And our women and children are reduced to other people's dishes, they don't care, and they are still extolling the absurdity and beauty of the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties."

"Datang lost, they ran away again, they still sit back and relax, and they are still aloof, but what about us? We have been insulted and bullied by others. In 24 years, we have never been as full of ambition as we are today. In 140 years, we We have never been as full of vigor as we are today, and going back 500 years, we have never been as full of hope as we are today!"

"And it is precisely today that they are besieging, persecuting, spreading rumors, and slandering. They are blocking all possibilities for the revival of this nation, just because all new things will make them no longer enjoy exclusive dignity."

"Shameless! Shameless!!!"

Song Beiyun took off his helmet here, shook his long messy hair, and after a pause of about ten seconds, he suddenly increased his volume: "But their shamelessness is precisely your glory! It is because you persecuted them, It is precisely because you are threatening them. Countless people who know the book have appeared, countless excellent people have appeared, and they can no longer block the way forward, so they are afraid and timid. So he began to use them. The trick is to discourage you and prevent you from moving forward."

"If I, Song Beiyun, dug their graves and dug their graves, aren't they cutting off the roots of my Huaxia?"

"Since they want to cut off my roots, I will dig this grave!"

Song Beiyun said that after putting on the helmet again, he pulled out the sword at his waist and stuck it on the ground in front of him: "Today, I am wearing a military uniform, not for the so-called rebellion. It is for a battle, for an energy Let this life not regret the battle, for a battle that will allow future generations to stand up. Even if life or death is in doubt, we will never let our flag die."

"A thousand-year-old darkroom, if there is a lamp, it will be bright. A single spark can start a prairie fire."

"If you don't go back here, I hope you can move forward, don't forget the mission you shouldered, revive the glory of China, and plant the banner of victory on every mountain in the world."

After finishing speaking, Song Beiyun jumped off the platform and walked out. Under the eyes of everyone, his steps were heavy and slow.

People took the initiative to part ways for him, the passionate ones were filled with anger, and the sentimental ones were filled with tears.

One, two, three, more and more people followed behind Song Beiyun. They threw the fans aside and followed Song Beiyun's footsteps silently.

His eyes were full of young faces, and his eyes were full of firm and indignant scholarly spirit. He originally traveled alone, but when he came to the palace, it was already crowded with people.

The imperial palace was towering and majestic like a mountain, but even the high mountain seemed insignificant in front of this wave-like flow of people.

The guards didn't dare to point their guns at the students, but they didn't dare to let them take half a step forward either.

Song Beiyun took a white cloth from his body, bit his finger and wrote down the reform plan in blood. When the blood dried up, he bit another one.In the end, all ten fingers were broken, but I still couldn't finish writing.

And at this time, a small bowl was handed over from behind him, and the bowl was actually filled with more than half of the bowl of bright red blood.

When the blood book was completed, Zhao Xing appeared on the city wall, staring at Song Beiyun with tears in his eyes.Because Song Beiyun took the path that his opponent would take, but forcing the palace will eventually be punished according to the law. If Song Beiyun loses, he will be finished.

Even the emperor is absolutely impossible to keep him.

This was undoubtedly a big gamble, but what Zhao Xing saw was this bastard who raised his head and gave him a thumbs up.

"Officials! Please reform!"

Song Beiyun called out, and the students behind him shouted in unison, and the sound shook the sky.The dark clouds in the sky seemed to be shocked by the sound, and began to dissipate slowly, revealing the blue sky in spring.

"Officials, please reform!"

Zhao Xing glanced back at Yan Shu, only to see Yan Shu standing beside him with his hands behind his back, with extremely deep eyes.

"Bring it up."

With an order, the palace door slowly opened, and the guards could be seen inside, and an eunuch came out, holding a blood book in both hands, staring at Song Beiyun, holding back tears even though his eyes were red.

"Why are you crying, take it up to the officials." Song Beiyun said to Xiaoyu, "Go quickly."

Xiaoyu nodded heavily, turned around and walked quickly up the city wall, and Zhao Xing flicked his sleeves after reading it: "Go up!"

Morning morning, unprecedented.But the civil and military officials knew that this matter was no small matter, and they didn't even dare to fart, so they rushed in.

They walked through the crowd sitting and waiting at the door, and none of them was sweating because of fear.They know that if a reasonable solution cannot be given today, the sky will change.

On the dragon chair, Zhao Xing's face was gloomy, and he exuded the majesty of the emperor. He presented the blood book to everyone.

After reading it, Zhao Xing did not speak, but waited for them to speak.

agree?To agree is to betray class.disagree?The door forced the palace imminently.

After all, they were afraid. Originally, they were not allowed to whisper to each other in the court, but now they couldn't control those things. After discussing with each other, they chose to make a temporary compromise and approved the reform plan.

The first is the reform of the imperial examination system. In the future, everyone no longer needs to be recruited by academic officials to take the exam, and the exam is no longer related to identity. Merchants, farmers, actors, etc. can participate in the scientific exam.

The second is the land system, which was signed, and the courtiers thought that civil war might break out, but with today's situation, if you don't sign it, you may lose your head.

The reform of the land system really dug up the roots of the aristocratic class, and the hearts of all the officials were bleeding, but there was nothing they could do.The secondary distribution of land after nationalization will inevitably lead to an epic weakening of the landlord class, and they will fight back.

Zhao Xing had foreseen this, so he was always thankful that he had entrusted his safety to Song Beiyun, because if it had been someone else, he would have died without knowing why, and then the five-year-old prince would go back to his old ways.

No one opposed the issue of reform today. This reminded Zhao Xing that Song Beiyun had told him that this group of people were paper tigers. They looked very fierce, but as long as they were more fierce than him, they had nothing to do.

But no one opposes the reform, but Song Beiyun is still going to die!They were unable to vent their anger on all the Jinling students, so they could only let Song Beiyun, the chief culprit.

Among other things, although the article of intentional treason is not established, offending Tianyan is still inescapable, and then there are rumors to confuse the public, and everyone who can be sued will be sued.

That means that if Song Beiyun is not slaughtered, they will definitely not cooperate with the reform.

Zhao Xing gritted his molars tightly, and when he was about to speak, Duke Ding took a step forward and said, "It's easy to kill Song Beiyun, why don't you fight with millions of Liao cavalry?"

The Minister of the Ministry of Officials next to him also stepped forward and said: "Emperor Yelufo Baonu of the Liao Kingdom said that upon hearing the news of Song Beiyun's death, he would send his troops south. If Song Beiyun could be expelled from the Song Kingdom, he would withdraw immediately."

"You must not..." The Minister of the Ministry of War stepped forward: "Officials, although Song Beiyun is bold and perverse, but in terms of talent, he is rare in the world. If he is killed, he will lure Liao soldiers into the country and let them out. Song."

put?Let your grandma have a leg, even if you let him out, it is impossible to let him out!Zhao Xing was scolded in his heart, Fo Baonu understood, didn't Zhao Xing not understand?Send Song Dog to Liao?I really want to go blind!dream!

"Officials, it's better to deprive Song Beiyun of his title and official status first, and put him in a dungeon to wait for his release." Lao Ding stepped out at this moment: "If you let go, the law will be broken. If you don't let go, it will be difficult to explain .”

After everyone discussed it like this, Song Beiyun couldn't be killed or released. The only way was to lock him up for a while.As for where to be locked up, where else can he be locked up, he is the husband of the princess, so naturally he will be locked up in Zongzheng Temple.

But the minister of Zongzheng Temple acted badly and refused to take it, he said all kinds of reasons, and he would rather die than let Song Beiyun come to Zongzheng Temple, so he was just about to roll around.

In the end, he had no choice but to let him go to the Imperial City Prison.But some people are not happy, they just don't want Song Beiyun to go to the Imperial City Division, but the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice cannot accept him, and the Zongzheng Temple refuses to accept him.

But no matter it is the Imperial Army Yamen or the Imperial City Division, it is no different for him from going home...

And Zhao Xing knew in his heart that Song Beiyun could and could only be locked up in these three places, if it was in other places, he would suddenly "suicide in fear of crime".

In the end, there was no other way, so he had to temporarily take Song Beiyun into the office of the chief minister, but those people also put forward conditions that Song Beiyun would be allowed to parade in the street, as well as tattoo and castration.

Zhao Xingli didn't even bother to talk to him, so at most he agreed to a street parade.

At this point, the matter came to an end, but no one expected that the group of people in the middle of the capital suddenly detonated a big bomb that shook the world.

Of course, before the bomb exploded, the most important thing was to deal with Song Beiyun. He was shackled and loaded into a prison van in front of thousands of students.But at the same time, the imperial court also announced a three-year reform, which meant that Song Beiyun's appeal was affirmed.

"Parade?"

Fu Wang slapped the table with a slap: "It's against the sky! Wear a cloak and bring a golden mace! I want to see, who dares to let my son-in-law parade in the street!"

"My lord, don't worry." Just as King Fu was about to explode, Yan Shu poked his head out: "Song Beiyun asked for this."

"Why would he ask for that?"

Fu Wang's surprise was also Yan Shu's surprise. Yan Shu only knew that Fu Wang would explode, but he didn't know why.

"He said that there will be a new year's drama in the future, and when things come to fruition, the prince will definitely open his eyes."

"Ok?"

"Reform, after all, has to be sacrificed. Master Song doesn't want to sacrifice, so someone has to go." Yan Shu, a good old man, suddenly had a cold look in his eyes: "I'm afraid the Song Dynasty is going to undergo an unprecedented great change, and some bastards I should sacrifice to heaven, and pray for the good weather in the Song Dynasty in the coming year."

At this moment, Song Beiyun was already loaded in the prison car. He was stripped of his armor and curled up in prison uniform.

But wherever they went, they were greeted by everyone. Although people were not allowed to get close because of safety concerns, some people still entrusted Song Beiyun with elbows wrapped in lotus leaves and rice wine sealed in bamboo tubes.

No matter what happened in the past, Song Beiyun is their hero today. Land and reading are the heart problems of ordinary people, but now he has touched their biggest flesh.

He may not live long.

So regardless of success or failure, he deserves to be treated like a hero.

Song Beiyun, who had been drinking, suddenly felt a little heroic. Holding on to the fence of the prison car, he suddenly sang Su Shi's Ding Fengbo loudly: "Don't listen to the sound of Chuanlin beating leaves, why not scream and walk slowly. The bamboo stick is glowing." Shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? A cloud of mist and rain will be your life.”

"good words!"

Others cheered, but Song Beiyun picked up the jug and laughed loudly, shouting to the people on the street: "If you survive this time by chance, I will return you a prosperous Song Dynasty!"

"What a misty rain Ren Pingsheng." Zhao Xing said to Xiao Yu in the crowd with his hands behind his back: "The dog thing is still on."

Chapter 666, February 2, Six Years, Qing Shunde Two Years, Shocking Case

"If you don't recruit, you won't have a chance."

Bai Nian'an had already mastered the interrogation routines, torture is useless, psychological terror is the greatest horror.Just like what Song Beiyun once said to him, there is nothing to be afraid of death, as soon as you close your eyes you don't know anything, just sleep peacefully.But the process of waiting for death is long and difficult, and every breath seems to replace a thousand years.

The east gate guard Pei Yongzhi recruited, and now sitting in front of him is Pei Yongzhi's younger brother Pei Yugan.Both of them are generals and they are both from Jiangxi Pei's family. The originally glamorous young generals are sitting here dumbfounded.

No matter how they were tortured before, they all said that they were wronged and would rather die than speak up, but after following Mr. Song's routine, there has been unimaginable progress in separating the two for interrogation.

"If you recruit first, you might not have to die. The official has granted you permission to go to the Liao Kingdom incognito to seek a living." Bai Nian'an sat on the top and drank the high-quality tea. Although it was old tea, it was a rare gift from the palace The baby who came: "If someone else recruits first, I'm afraid..."

This Pei Yugan still sat there without saying a word, until a person came outside and whispered "whispering" in Bai Nian'an's ear.

"Master Bai, Pei Yongzhi has confessed, and the confession has been written."

"Ha, it really didn't take much effort."

After speaking, Bai Nian'an was about to go out, but at this moment Pei Yongzhi's own brother couldn't sit still, and he suddenly became irritable: "Impossible! My brother will never say it!"