Song Beiyun

The food here is very good, but the taste is really not in line with Song Beiyun's taste. I don't know where to find a Zhejiang cook. He thinks that any dish needs to be put in some sugar to look high-end, so basically all dishes are sweet. This is fatal to Song Beiyun, but seeing that everyone else likes to eat it, he naturally didn't open his mouth much, and ate steamed buns whenever he had time.

"Do you work until midnight every day?"

"Sometimes it's still dawn." Song Beiyun yawned and answered Zhao Xing's question: "It's like this when rushing to work, and no one complains."

Because Zhao Xing has arrived in Xiumu, and Guochao can operate normally even without him, unless some major projects require his nod, and for other trivial matters, he now only reads the report and listens to the report just like Song Beiyun.

There are fewer things to decide on his own, and he has free time, but he can't stay idle in the palace. Once free, the queen will discuss with him about choosing a concubine. Can this be tolerated?No matter how beautiful a girl changes from a wild flower to a domestic flower, it will be boring. This concubine is drafted, how can it be so interesting to go out and peek at other little girls.

"I'm going to hold a beauty pageant."

When Zhao Xing was talking, it happened that Song Beiyun brought two boxes of food from the front. He handed Zhao Xing a box, and sat on the small stool next to him casually: "What are you talking about?"

"I said, I want to hold a beauty pageant." Zhao Xing took the lunch box, opened it and took a look: "Why are there vegetables? This is winter."

"Special offer from the Academy of Sciences." Song Beiyun took the time to reply, "You continue to talk about your desire for a beauty pageant."

"No, first explain to me why there are green vegetables here, but there are not many in the palace?"

"Didn't you understand the special offer of the Academy of Sciences?" Song Beiyun raised his head and looked at Zhao Xing: "Who are these people here? They are all important weapons of a great country, and each of them is unparalleled in the country. What's the matter with giving them something to eat?"

"Did I just see the old man in charge of repairing ritual vessels in the palace?" Zhao Xing turned his head and pointed at a teacher who was eating not far away: "Why is he here?"

Speaking of this, Song Beiyun has to thank the super craftsmen trained by this noble royal system.

These guys are really...really amazing.When everyone was worried about the serious deviation of the precision of the workpiece, these teachers and fathers came with their apprentices. Although they hadn't been exposed to these things at the beginning, after all, they have dealt with these precision gadgets all their lives. They have unparalleled experience. , not only got started quickly, but also became the existence of the stars in this group of people.

There are no more than ten people in the workshop who can enjoy special allowances. Even Song Beiyun is not qualified to receive allowances, but four of the craftsmen from the palace enjoy such allowances.

Knowing that these people were treasures, Song Beiyun simply refused to let them go, and put them in the workshop to take care of his apprentices. Anyway, he had already promised them the retirement and death, so they didn't need to worry at all.

In this way, the first batch of hand-rolling silk-level craftsmen appeared, and there was also a group of little old men who were doing nothing in the sun all day long in the palace.

"So that's how it is." Zhao Xing took a few mouthfuls of rice, "I think you are living a more fulfilling life than I am."

"I'm becoming more and more idle now. I deal with some big things every few days, and the rest are handled at different levels. I'm busy for a while in the first few days of each month, and then I have nothing to do."

Song Beiyun smiled and said nothing, he was free only because the operation of the state machine had entered the track, and there was not much internal and external pressure.But no matter what country will not be so stable after all, it is not obvious yet, but when major problems arise, it is the time to test the leaders.

Sudden natural disasters such as plagues, earthquakes, tsunamis, mudslides, flash floods, etc., large-scale military separatism, armed treason, foreign invasion, etc. These incalculable natural disasters and man-made disasters are the time to measure the capabilities of a country's leaders.

"It's fine if you're really idle." Song Beiyun put the empty lunch box aside: "I went to visit the poor victims of the disaster a few years ago. Send some food, oil, bedding, and deliver them to their homes in person, and then chat with them about homework. Let the world Everyone can see who you, Zhao Xing, are thinking about."

"Hey! This is a good idea." Zhao Xing felt that Song Beiyun really had his own way: "I have been thinking about how to make the word "emperor" not so old-fashioned. I think it's all bullshit. Your idea is good. When I go back, I will let people make trouble."

The two chatted here for a while, and Zhao Xing still didn't leave after starting work again. Song Beiyun ignored him, so he went to harass the people in the Academy of Sciences. Go to the dormitory to rest, this can be regarded as a quiet place.

"You don't want to take a shower tomorrow, I'll take you to the newly opened theater."

Before Zhao Xing left, he happily said to Song Beiyun, "That's interesting. There is a new girl here. It's very nice."

Song Beiyun looked at the workers around him: "Let's talk about it tomorrow, don't bother me."

At this point, Zhao Xing finally went to rest in the dormitory of the workshop, and returned to the safety of the work site.

However, the dignified emperor actually went to the dormitory to rest, which surprised the people present. As soon as Zhao Xing left, they gathered around Song Beiyun and asked about the strange emperor's gossip.

"Okay, let's work, I don't want to see dawn today."

Naturally, it was impossible for Song Beiyun to say more to this group of people, so he continued to work after a few words.

It was around three o'clock in the morning when today's workload was basically completed. When Song Beiyun dragged his heavy body and took a shower, he directly laid a bed in the corner of the factory to rest.

But he didn't expect Zhao Xing to come again the next morning. He was eating food from the cafeteria while sitting there wondering what to think and looking at Song Beiyun. The moment Song Beiyun opened his eyes , he was almost taken aback.

"I think the food here is okay, comparable to what the palace has."

"Guanjia, you are an emperor, what do you mean by sitting here so early in the morning?" Xiao Song Zhileng stood up: "Are you bored too idle?"

Zhao Xing pondered for a moment: "Yesterday, I forgot to tell you that I saw your junior sister when I went to buy roast sheep, she is quite handsome."

Song Beiyun was taken aback, and raised his eyelids to look at Zhao Xing: "What? You didn't tell me, did you?"

"I thought she probably knew your identity, but she was just pretending to be stupid."

Song Beiyun thought about it, and felt that Zhao Xing was farting. How could such a cute and silly person like Wuyou have such scheming, after all, he was just a sixteen or seventeen-year-old child.

"Don't you believe me, I'm probably not as good as you in other things, but you are far worse than me when it comes to dealing with women." Zhao Xing said triumphantly: "A little girl, who ran from thousands of miles to say I want to kill Song Beiyun, but I'm eating, drinking and having fun here, and I don't want to think about it. Does Ai Qing think it's reasonable?"

"It's...it's you..."

"Curse people! You dare to swear!"

Zhao Xing choked back the second half of Song Beiyun's swear words, and he pursed his lips in thought for a moment: "I'll go back and try."

"That's right, it should have been like this a long time ago. Aiqing, you are not as cautious as you used to be."

This sentence reminded Song Beiyun that he seemed to be not as cautious as before, and he felt a little relaxed.

After being reminded by Zhao Xing, thinking about it, it seems that there is indeed something strange here. In the past few months, Wuyou would carefully inquire about the identity of the "scholar" in her mouth at the beginning, but the later she seemed to be The less she mentioned this matter, and her original purpose was very clear, which was to kill Song Beiyun and clean up the family.But as the distance got closer to Jinling, the content of cleaning up the house in her mouth became less frequent, and the original employment relationship gradually became a vassal relationship of eating and drinking.

This is very strange, and since it is said that Zhao Neng met him at the food stall, it means that this little girl didn't think about assassination at all these days, she just went shopping and ate.

To say that she forgot her mission?Not necessarily, a girl ran two thousand miles away from her hometown, saying that she forgot her mission, which doesn't make sense.So why is this happening?

She is not a girl, and she has already passed seventeen.

"Are you taking a bath today?"

"Endless, I will work here until the year before."

"I'll let you go on vacation."

"No, you can play by yourself."

Facing Song Beiyun's refusal, Zhao Xing said to himself with a sad expression: "Sure enough, since ancient times, emperors have claimed to be widowed, widowed, and lonely. Sigh... so desolate, so desolate."

"Don't make trouble, you look disgusting."

"Ah, being an emperor is so boring." Zhao Xing raised his head and sighed softly: "It's better to be a wandering wild crane, drifting with the tide, and end your life like this."

"Shut! Can't I take a break?"

Zhao Xing raised his arm and patted Song Beiyun's back, which resonated.Then he laughed loudly: "That's right. Let's go! Clean up, let's go to the theater garden, I will take you through the back door to their backstage, and watch those actors and actresses change clothes. Oh, you don't know, they used to be male actors. It doesn't make any sense at all, now that [-]-nine-year-old girl is doing well!"

"Hey, Guan. Are you peeping?"

Chapter 715: Rain on August 2, Seven Years

Just a few days after the beginning of spring, the rains became more frequent. Because of the warm winter and a lot of rain, the willows that came in spring actually sprouted. This means that the famine of the year is finally over. Swept away, and the expectations of the new year came in the damp air.

Zhao and Song Beiyun are now behind the new theater in the south of the city. Song Beiyun has already climbed up the wall, but Zhao Xing failed to climb up several times because the wall was too slippery on rainy days.

"Just like you, you still say you have a [-]-[-] split with me?"

Song Beiyun squatted on top to mock Zhao Xing, but Zhao Xing spat on the ground and slapped Song Beiyun's outstretched hand away.

"I still don't believe it."

After a few more times, he still didn't succeed, he patted his stomach out of breath and said, "I'm a little fatter, but it's not that I can't be afraid."

"You have probably been on the belly of a woman for the past few years. You haven't practiced your fists for a long time, right?"

"That's true……"

Song Beiyun shook his head and reached out his hand again. Zhao Xing thought for a while, took his hand and climbed up. But just after they both climbed up the wall, there was a shout and a dog barking from outside. Come.

"Who! Stop!"

Song Beiyun turned his head to look, and suddenly found that it was the guard of the theater. He jumped off the wall and was about to run, but he didn't expect Zhao Xing to slip when he was escaping, and he carried it directly into the yard with his ass. The rough flesh didn't fall, he got up and was about to run, and got bored into the locker room. Song Beiyun heard the screams of the girls inside through a wall. He cursed dejectedly, turned around and followed Jumped into the yard.

An hour later, as the parent, Lord Fu came here with a pale face to lead the people. When he saw his son-in-law and nephew squatting in the corner, he became very angry. Lord Fu really felt ashamed of his old face all his life.

To be honest, the people in this theater scolded very badly, but Lord Fu didn't intend to show his identity, because he felt that he couldn't afford to lose this person, and even more that the monarch behind him couldn't afford to lose this person.

After paying some money to redeem him, Lord Fu left without looking back, while Song Beiyun and Zhao Xing followed like two downcast stray dogs.

"I was really killed by you." Song Beiyun complained softly, "I ran away."

"Don't talk nonsense." Zhao Xing still had a few bloodstains on his face, which were obviously scratched out when he entered the dressing room: "I'm just asking you whether it is white, big or not, and round or not."

"This... is not bad." Song Beiyun highly affirmed: "The key is to be young, and youth is good."

"That's right, it's not a loss." Zhao Xing winked and said, "You still want to choose a concubine like this?"

At this moment, the two of them said in unison: "Choose a fart!"

Lord Fu looked back at the two of them, his veins twitching violently.Lifting the curtain of the carriage in front of his head, he got in and left without saying a word.

"Yo, you made my Uncle Wang angry."

"Obviously it was you, well, I was the one who rescued you and was arrested."

Just as the two were shirking each other's responsibilities, a fast horse galloped ahead and stopped in front of them. The person on the horse was none other than Yang Wenguang, a member of the city defense army who Song Beiyun dubbed "Nine Gates Admiral".

After he came in front of the two of them, he got off his horse, followed by the sound of orderly footsteps of the imperial guards.

"The late general's escort is late, and he deserves death!"

Yang Wenguang knelt in front of Zhao Xing on one knee, and said in a sincere voice, "I will bring people to level that place!"

"Don't, don't, don't!" Zhao Xing quickly pulled him up: "You are shameless, but I still have shame."

Song Beiyun snorted and said to Yang Wenguang: "You really have to go to the ground. Tomorrow, the whole world will know that my emperor is long live and peeped at the little girl changing clothes."

Zhao Xing kicked him: "Stop talking nonsense."

Yang Wenguang was stunned. He looked at Zhao Xing and then at Song Beiyun. Zhao Xing reacted quickly. He coughed and said, "It's getting late today, so I'm going back to the palace first... let's go."

Song Beiyun spat on the ground: "You deserve to die!"

Zhao Xingquan pretended not to hear this rebellious sentence, and then got into the carriage and ran away in despair...

However, this matter was still unresolved after all, and soon there were rumors among the people that the current saint was caught when he went to peek at the theater troupe, and in the end it was Prince Fu who redeemed him.

The common people would listen to this kind of thing as a joke, but the troupe leader was trembling, because judging from the description... If there is no accident, one of the two young people detained by him in the morning is exactly today. Long live, and the characteristics of the person who came to redeem people are also very consistent with Lord Fu.

This thing is probably true in all likelihood.

He now thinks that the most correct thing he did was not to punch or kick those two people... Otherwise, his life might really be lost.

And just when this gossip was spreading wildly, Song Beiyun was sitting in Lord Fu's living room, and Lord Fu was sitting opposite him.

"My lord..."

Just as Song Beiyun was about to speak, King Fu raised his hand to tell him to shut up.After all, Song Beiyun has no face to mess around...

Seeing that he is 30 years old, his son has already started to study various schools of thought, but he can still jump into the courtyard of other people's theaters to peep.

Where does this make Lord Fu's old face go?

"It's all Zhao Xing's fault." Song Beiyun straightened up: "At that time, I jumped off and ran."

King Fu turned his face away and didn't want to listen to his nonsense, and even got up and left here in the end. He didn't know what to do, so he left Song Beiyun here.

He didn't dare to leave, so he had to wait here.That feeling was exactly the same as when I returned home after being called by my parents for being mischievous in elementary school, and it was extremely tormenting.

But at this time, Zhao Cheng was floating in front of him like a ghost, either coming to get something or a piece of fruit. Seeing his deflated appearance, Zhao Cheng smiled all over his face.

"You can't do it." Song Beiyun looked up at Zhao Cheng who came to pick up things for the fourth time: "So you like to watch my jokes, why don't you just sit here and watch them? Isn't it tiring to go back and forth?"

Zhao Cheng just laughed. She may have gained weight recently, and the monk's robe on her body looked tight, which made her outline very clear. It was obviously a monk's robe, but it made her wear it extremely erotic.

"You've caused trouble again." Zhao Cheng knelt on the stool with one leg, and lay her upper body on the table, with the kind of arrogance coming from the inside out: "It's better to talk to my sister."

Song Beiyun rolled his eyes, and turned away to ignore her. He concluded that Zhao Cheng must have some kind of mental illness, so if he can ignore her, he must not talk to her.

But I didn't expect Zhao Cheng to go wherever Song Beiyun hid, just the kind of angle where you must see the expression on his face, even if your body is twisted like a snake, it doesn't matter.

"Father has gone to rest, you just wait."

Zhao Cheng is really a charming type. If a woman is compared to a fruit, then she must be a ripe lychee, which is not only sweet but also smells like wine.The years did not leave too much frost on her face, but added a bit of precipitation on the contrary.

"Are you scolded again?"

Song Beiyun was bored after all, and turned to look at Zhao Cheng: "Don't make trouble for me."

Originally, he thought that Zhao Cheng would turn around and leave, but he didn't expect that Zhao Cheng didn't know what kind of evil method he had practiced these days. Not only did he become thick-skinned, but he even enjoyed humiliation. laughed.

"My sister asks you, last time you said that as long as you are not blind, you will choose Jin Ling'er, so what if you were given a chance to choose both?"

"Are you crazy?" Song Beiyun said with a fierce look on his face, "You're playing this game, right? Let me tell you, you won't be polite if you come close to me again."

Zhao Cheng didn't care about it at all, and still had that posture, even slightly opened the neckline, and said in a low voice: "Benefactor, I think my six sense organs are not clean, what should I do?"

"My lord!"