Song Beiyun

Anyway, the top five people back and forth are those people, and there is nothing new at all. Song Beiyun has also met the people behind him, and he thinks they are all pretty average, and there is nothing special about them, except for the Persian cat. Curious, but Jin Ling'er would change the subject every time she asked, but the more she was like this, the more curious Song Beiyun became, as long as she thought about it, she would want to take a peek.

"If Mr. Song likes it, I will find someone to tie her up and give her to Mr. Song."

"Hello." Song Beiyun turned his head to look at the little assistant: "You are also a girl yourself, how can you not consider your position at all when you say such things?"

The little assistant laughed lightly: "This is the job of a subordinate official."

"Forget it, I'm not that hungry yet." Song Beiyun waved his hand: "Don't be so cautious, you asked you to be an intern assistant just for work, not to serve others."

As one of the first batch of fifteen female officials in Chang'an, there must be some publicity. These fifteen girls are all people who passed the exam by themselves, and each of them is a talented one.

It's just that a few of them are really ugly... It's not that Song Beiyun judges people by their appearance, but you can't let people say that only ugly women will take the female officer exam, right?

So in order to have a publicity effect, he chose the best-looking one as his assistant, and ran around with him every day to let people know that women can be so good.

However, he still underestimated the mouths of those bastards. As long as any woman appeared beside Song Beiyun, they would definitely think that the girl had been ruined.

Song Beiyun was extremely wronged. He really didn't do anything, and he didn't have any plans to do it. It was just to promote the policy of female officials.

Besides, I'm so busy all day now, with all kinds of work in the daytime, and I have to go back to help take care of the children at night, so I don't have the time to think about women.

"By the way, go and check for me." Song Beiyun turned his head and whispered, "Go and find out how this king of Xixia hooked up with the most beautiful singer in Chang'an. I want to get first-hand information .”

"Yes."

It is indeed convenient to have a female secretary. Song Beiyun is now more and more enjoying the feeling that he can do good things by directly ordering. So seductive, no matter how you look at it, how awkward.

While he was sitting here waiting for the news, he was drinking tea when he suddenly smelled a strange fragrance. When he turned his head, he found a veiled woman coming to the third floor of the teahouse and whispering to the owner of the teahouse. .

This strange fragrance came from her body. After looking at it for a while, Song Beiyun felt that this woman was definitely not Han Chinese. She was tall and tall and her skin was as white as milk.

But it’s not surprising. Chang’an, the city of all nations, is not a joke. There are all kinds of people everywhere. After several years of connectivity, the Eurasian continent has not yet reached the hinterland of Europe, but it has already been connected. Cairo, so it's not surprising to see any kind of people.

"This young man, is he good-looking?"

The woman took a bag of spice-like things from the boss and stood in front of Song Beiyun, looked down at him, and asked, "I saw you looking at it for a long time."

Song Beiyun raised his head and took a look: "I'm just curious, why do you wear so many spices, don't you have perfume?"

The woman giggled loudly, and then sat down next to Song Beiyun.

The moment she sat down, half of the swords of the guards behind Song Beiyun had been drawn out, but Song Beiyun waved his hand indifferently, telling them to put the swords back.

"It seems that the son is very careful."

The girl's eyes were smiling like a crescent moon, and she put one hand on her chin: "Does the young master think the little girl is a threat?"

"You are not Han Chinese, are you?"

The woman's eyes lit up: "Master, you have good eyesight."

Song Beiyun sneered: "Let me tell you a joke. There was once a Kunlun slave who was bribed to come to Song Dynasty to work as a spy. For this reason, he studied Chinese hard and spent ten years trying to make himself unable to recognize other accents. But he was caught on the first day, guess why?"

"Why?"

"He was also puzzled, so he asked the soldier who caught him and said, 'Brother, how can you tell that I am not a Han? I have good eyesight'." Song Beiyun poured himself a cup of tea: "The soldier just looked at it contemptuously. One glance at his dark skin did not speak."

After the woman heard this, she was taken aback for a moment, and then suddenly realized that she covered her mouth and laughed tremblingly.

After she finished laughing, she took off her veil to reveal a typical Persian face, with big eyes, high nose bridge, fair skin and a bit of girlish blush: "Master laughed at me."

"Don't dare." Song Beiyun waved his hand: "After all, Han people don't have green eyes."

It has to be said that this girl is definitely good at everyone's aesthetics, even if she is the type who is not inferior to the classic mixed-race Miss Zuo Rou Zuo.

Song Beiyun thought about it for a while, and probably knew who she was. He had just finished talking about it, and unexpectedly met her.

Not to mention, Jin Ling'er's eyes are vicious, this girl is really top-notch and good-looking, she is young, plump and seductive, and her damn legs are still long... No wonder Jin Ling'er didn't let herself know her, if it was two days earlier Years, I really might not be able to withstand it.

"Are you Persian?"

"Master already knows, why bother to ask again." The girl looked back at the showcase in the teahouse: "Master, won't you buy me a drink?"

Song Beiyun glanced at him, and his heart suddenly became alert. The girl's smile gave him the feeling that he was being targeted by a viper.

Chapter 754: Sunny November 9, Seven Years

Xiao Song is a very interesting person, he always has a way to make girls smile like a flower, and this Persian girl is also cheerful and out-of-the-box.

"Hey, what's your name?"

When Song Beiyun left, the girl leaned on the railing upstairs and asked Song Beiyun's name, but Song Beiyun turned to look at her and smiled, "I'll tell you next time we meet."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left very chicly, while the woman upstairs dragged her cheeks and looked at the place where he left, muttering: "What's the big deal."

When Song Beiyun returned home, he immediately recruited the head of the Chang'an secret service and ordered him to secretly investigate everything about this woman.

For people like Song Beiyun, the probability of being bewitched by beauty tends to zero infinitely with age. It's not that he doesn't know how to appreciate beauty anymore, but he knows that most things that are too beautiful poisonous.

As far as the current situation is concerned, Song Beiyun can't sit back and relax. Countless people want his life, because Song is getting stronger and stronger, and some people are bound to have more and more trouble sleeping and eating.Not to eat in unfamiliar places, not to socialize and drink outside, not to take risks alone, these are already basic operations, as for someone approaching for no reason, there must be a problem.

After all, Song Beiyun at this time is no longer the country boy he used to be. He has too many things to covet, everything from power to territory can be obtained from him, and he will never be the one who has nothing but good looks. The young man Song Le.

However, he did not alarm Jin Ling'er and Bi Luo, because if the woman is really a spy or a spy or has other plans, then any abnormality between the two of them will be discovered, and it is best for them to maintain the status quo Protection, after all, the opponent's target is probably only Song Beiyun.

In the next few days, all kinds of turmoil in Chang'an City gradually subsided, and the forgetful people began to plan for the Mid-Autumn Festival for a few days. Even the refugees outside the city were allotted a piece of sweet mooncake.After the disaster and crisis passed, the forgetful people quickly put their previous anxieties behind them. After dinner, there were fewer and fewer discussions about disaster victims, famine, floods, etc., and the draft that was temporarily suspended due to heavy rain began again. Pay attention.

Coincidentally, the Mid-Autumn Festival three days later will be the top 32 competition in Chang'an. Everyone is eagerly waiting for this Mid-Autumn Festival feast. Everyone has devoted a lot of energy to the players they support, and even Someone sold their house to support their favorite player.

Although Song Beiyun did not support this kind of fanatical behavior, in the final analysis it was the spontaneous behavior of adults. He had nothing to say, after all, he did not break the law.

"Speaking of which, why didn't you participate in that draft?"

When Song Beiyun came to inspect the situation in the refugee camp this day, he saw the little princess who had obviously lost weight in the past few days. When the two of them were chatting, he accidentally popped out this sentence.

"I'm not going to participate." The little princess shook her head vigorously, her braids and the bells on her braids were tinkling: "I already have you, why do I want to show my face?"

"Stop, stop." Song Beiyun took a step back: "How many times do I have to tell you... That's a misunderstanding, I already have a family."

"Then do you mind having another home?"

"Don't be like this..." Song Beiyun sighed: "I'm not a good person, and many things are not what you want. You will understand when you grow up."

"I have grown up." The little princess said firmly: "And you are a good person in my heart, a very good person! We don't have the attention of Han people like you on our grasslands. If you like it, you like it, and if you don't like it, you don't like it." like."

"You ethnic minorities are all so unrestrained?" Song Beiyun sighed: "You go ahead."

"Well! I'll treat you to dinner later."

"No." Song Beiyun waved his hand, turned and left: "There is still soup at home."

The almost paranoid little princess made Song Beiyun's head grow big when she saw her, but perhaps because of her paranoia, these refugees who came one after another were accommodated very well by her.

It is not an exaggeration to say that her status in the minds of these refugees is comparable to that of the tribal leader or even the sweat. They call her the daughter of the grassland, and seeing her is as respectful as seeing a snow mountain goddess.

After coming out of the residential area, Song Beiyun squatted by a newly dug well and just washed his face when there was a sudden commotion beside him. He got up and looked for a while but didn't see why, so he asked the little assistant beside him: "Where is that in front?" What are you doing?"

"I gonna go see."

The little assistant went to investigate in a very sensible way, and then hurried back and said to Song Beiyun, "The woman named No. 1 in the draft is called Sisi and brought her things to visit the refugees."

"Nonsense." Song Beiyun's eyebrows and eyes suddenly turned cold: "Go and ask them how many times they have been here, and let them withdraw everything, and the people are not allowed to condole privately."

"Yes……"

Song Beiyun was very fierce when he was working. The little assistant had been with him for a while, and knew that this old man was completely different from the rumors in the market. Even at work and in private, he was completely different. In daily work, This Mr. Song is so serious that people are frightened, not only can't joke, but sometimes he can be so fierce that it makes people's hearts tremble.

The little assistant ran over to inquire first, and then asked the surrounding soldiers to block the convoy of condolences to the refugees, and drove them back.

From the beginning to the end, the Persian girl did not show up, but her maid was arguing with the soldiers with a few supporters, asking why they would not let them in.

"Under the order of Song Beiyun Song, the commander in chief, whoever dares to take half a step will be dealt with by military law!"

The general in charge of security here didn't talk nonsense with them at all, but just drew a line on the ground with the long sword in his hand, then turned around and left.

The guards were also unambiguous, and the scimitar in his hand came out of its sheath with a squeak.These soldiers are all elites who have been on the battlefield, and their swords are out of their sheaths, and they are murderous. Where have those star fanatics seen such a battle? They were filled with righteous indignation at the beginning, but now they are all honest.

"My lord, this is their first time here."

"Yes." Song Beiyun nodded, "Let's go."

"Come on."

The little assistant followed Song Beiyun forward, and finally couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart, and asked in a low voice: "Master Song, why don't you let them condolences to the refugees?"

"Many people think it's nothing to give others some food and drink, but that's called charity." Song Beiyun said as he walked with his hands behind his back: "What refugees need is to gain the approval of others through their own efforts, not rely on their own identity. To gain sympathy, if this kind of sympathy becomes a custom, over time the people from the grassland will become inferior. In the end, the concept of inferiority will penetrate into all aspects, and accidents will happen after a long time. Do you understand? Said: The sky is fair and selfless, so the beauty and evil will never be overturned; the earth is fair and selfless, so the small and the big will not be contained. What is fair is eternal."

"What's going to happen?" The little assistant asked with wide eyes, and then quickly defended: "I don't know, it's not deliberately making things difficult..."

"Put yourself in the shoes and imagine that everyone treats you as a beggar, what will happen to you."

"I'll kill people!" The little assistant said fiercely, "It's too contemptuous of people."

Song Beiyun turned his head and flicked her on the forehead, the little assistant suddenly became enlightened, bowed to Song Beiyun and said, "Thank you, Mr. Song, for clarifying the confusion."

"But... Master Song, when we were hit by a disaster a few days ago, didn't many people donate money and things? Then why can we accept it?"

"Because one side is in trouble and all sides support it." Song Beiyun replied patiently: "The disaster victims are essentially the same as the people who donated property, but their families suffered disasters. They are given with virtue, and the meaning of donation is not charity. It’s empathy, these people on the street, can you tell who is the disaster victim?”

"I can't tell."

"That's right." Song Beiyun patted her forehead again: "But you can tell who is a refugee at a glance, and when stereotypes appear, it will bring discrimination and insult. For example, you always like to tease Handan people when you are studying. Just because of the sentence Handan is learning to walk."

"So that's how it is...Master Song is really amazing."

"It's not that I'm good, you read more, it's all in the book."

How can a child who can be admitted to the female officer not study, but she is not old enough and the direction of thinking is different, so there is a short board in cognition.

This is not a fault, who has never been young, even Song Beiyun is constantly learning and adapting, let alone these babies who have just been born.

When he came to the city, Song Beiyun sent the silly little assistant home after work, and he himself wandered around the city with nothing to do. Today, Aunt Hong took the whole family to the temple to ask for a red rope for the youngest baby. , probably not coming back, so Song Beiyun had to forage for food alone.

He originally wanted to find Yusheng, but Yusheng was inspecting the local disaster prevention and epidemic prevention work in Yan'an Mansion at this time, and there was no place for Song Beiyun to eat in the huge Chang'an City...

"Here's a roast chicken." Song Beiyun stood in front of a shop selling roast chicken: "It should be older and more flavorful."

The owner of the roast chicken shop responded and picked out a roast chicken that was a bit overcooked: "Guest officer, how about this one?"

"Row."

Just as he was handing the money to the boss, a crowd of people walked over behind him, and Song Beiyun asked curiously, "What is this for?"

"It is said that today that little Persian woman went to condolences to the refugees in the grassland outside the city, but Master Song stopped her and was reprimanded alone. Now she is heartbroken. No, these young talents are going to the Yamen to ask for help. a statement."

"Tired of work." Song Beiyun spat and handed the money to the boss to take the roast chicken: "The book is in the stomach of a dog."

"Isn't that right, it's not smart to rush into the yamen for a woman." The boss also shook his head: "If my son is like this, I will break his dog legs."

Song Beiyun carried the roast chicken and followed the gang to the gate of Chang'an's yamen, and saw that the crowd at the front was already passionate, saying that they wanted to ask for an explanation, but the guards at the yamen's gate were also unambiguous, and refused to let them go to that stop people go in.

"Hey, brother." Song Beiyun yelled at an old man who was standing beside him watching the fun: "What is this for?"

"Ghosts are fascinated." The old man laughed and said, "These sixteen or seventeen-year-old stunned youths don't even ask about my background, Master Song. If they dare to ask him for an explanation, they are not afraid that Master Song will ask them for it." Dog's life."

Song Beiyun scratched his head: "It's not that... Song Beiyun isn't that bad."

"You must be from the north." The old man glanced at Song Beiyun: "You don't think that Master Song doesn't show up very much now, and his methods are benevolent. Back then, he was the number one killer in the Song Dynasty. Some states and counties rebelled, so he went up Just buried all the 5 members of the governor's family, and the White Lotus Sect caused chaos. He killed 49 people overnight, and the blood stained the Qinhuai River. Now the evil spirits dare not enter Jinling."

fart!How can it be so evil.

Song Beiyun cursed in his heart, what 5 people, what [-] people... What is this all about, and the Qinhuai River is dyed red, and the evil spirits dare not enter Jinling, isn't that crazy.

"Have you seen it all with your own eyes?"

"Yes, yes, of course I did. Back in the days of the White Lotus Sect, I saw with my own eyes that people's heads were stacked higher than the city wall, like a nine-story tower. Alas, although it was terrifying, if it wasn't for this thunderous method How can the Song Dynasty be so stable?" The old man said as a witness while gnawing on the sugarcane: "Later, Master Song smashed Xixia, the grassland, and the Kingdom of Jin. When did it not happen that people's heads rolled and blood flowed like rivers? , it is said that Xishan Natu returned to the Song Dynasty because Master Song killed all the people."

"Also, little brother, you don't know. Later, His Majesty is often disturbed by ghosts at night, and can't sleep all night. Even the eminent monks of Xiangguo Temple in Jinling couldn't help it. Finally, an expert drew a picture of Master Song holding a ghost-headed sword. His portrait was pasted in the palace, and from then on, ghosts never dared to enter the palace again."

"Amazing..." Song Beiyun nodded: "You, Master Song, are really capable..."

How do you explain this? Isn't this person's bragging just like the content of Song Beiyun's night talk with a few brothers in the dormitory?

But the excitement soon dissipated, because people came out of the yamen, they didn't speak or scold, they just counted the number of people there one by one, and if they caught one, they asked their name and where they lived.

This is a real-name system, and this group of fans who are fascinated by beauty will immediately scatter, fearing that it will affect the upcoming autumn exam...

"Hahahaha... these bastards." The sugarcane-eating old man giggled, "Brother... huh? Where are you?"

Song Beiyun has already left, and sure enough, this group of people is just like the trolls on the Internet, as long as they encounter the real name system, they will be much more honest. I don't know who came up with this bad move, it's really too fun.

Song Beiyun, who was carrying the roast chicken, came to the South Garden alone, opened the roast chicken and a few other snacks in front of a stone table for people to rest and read, sat there and ate slowly, enjoying the sunset at dusk Quietly enjoy the joy and peace brought by the food.

Seeing the morning star rising, Song Beiyun had no desire to go home. After all, he hadn't been alone for a long time. Taking advantage of the night, he listened to the sound of reading from the nearby night school, and watched many couples laughing in the garden. My mind has settled down a lot.

But while he was eating, Song Beiyun heard crying not far away. He walked around a clump of trees with the chicken leg and looked over, and found a woman sitting on a bench crying, so pitiful.