Song Beiyun

"Go!" Fo Baonu spat at him: "Unlucky."

Lying there, Song Beiyun heard the door closing outside. He felt like medicine dregs, thrown aside after being used up. He felt a little sad in his heart, but there was nothing he could do. Who made that bitch a careerist? of it.

But since they are all in Luoyang, it would be a pity not to try the Luoyang Water Feast. After all, it is said that the Luoyang Water Feast is a famous dish handed down from Yuan Tiangang in the former Tang Dynasty.

Soon after he didn't eat, he came to Tianshangfang in Luoyang. He wandered around deliberately, but this time he didn't see the destined enemy after all, so he sat in the lobby and ordered food in peace.

"Guest officer...you order the water table by yourself?"

"no?"

"It's not impossible, but this water banquet has the first eight items, four town tables, eight big pieces, and four tails, a total of 24 dishes. You can't finish it..."

Song Beiyun was also in trouble, it was indeed a little too much, so he raised his head and asked, "Can you find a way to solve it? I want to eat a table and don't want to be extravagant. What good way do you have?"

"Wait until I ask the shopkeeper..."

After the clerk left, he saw a man walking in front of him not long after, and he also felt troubled after hearing his request. After hesitating for a while, he said: "Guest officer, our purpose of Tianshangfang is to satisfy as much as possible." It's the first time you've requested such a request from a guest... But it just so happens that a shopkeeper from the south just happened to be visiting in the past few days, so I'll ask him."

Song Beiyun nodded and continued to wait.

After a while, the shopkeeper came again, followed by another person.

"Master!"

"I..." Song Beiyun, who was eating dried fruit and reading the newspaper, trembled and looked up: "You..."

This... Isn't this the injustice?Song Beiyun looked at him, and he also looked at Song Beiyun, both of them had strange expressions.

"You are a fucking sin..."

"The shopkeeper... who is this?"

"You go and prepare first. Since this guest wants a water table, you should serve the bowl as a plate. Just one dish and one plate. Although it is cumbersome, it can make the guests enjoy themselves."

He is no longer the boy he was back then, and he is really smooth in arranging work.

When the shopkeeper here left, he stood beside Song Beiyun: "Boss, why did you come to Luoyang?"

"That's all..." Song Beiyun waved his hand: "You follow me wherever I go, right?"

But that guy laughed aloud: "I was promoted to be the big shopkeeper of Tianshangfang in the twelfth lunar month last year, and now I have to patrol around. I have traveled more than half of the places in the past year, but I didn't expect to meet him in Luoyang today." Your boss."

"Alas..." Song Beiyun sighed, "When I first saw you, you were just a waiter at the door, but now you are the shopkeeper."

"Thanks to my boss for taking care of me."

"Don't be modest, it's obviously your own ability." Song Beiyun pointed to the seat opposite: "It just so happens that this is also an old acquaintance in a foreign land. Come sit down and have a drink or two."

"Thanks to my boss for not giving up." He opened the stool and sat down, tears welled up in his eyes.

"Why are you crying after a meal?"

He shook his head lightly and said, "Boss, maybe you don't know. After all these years, the villain has come step by step, and finally he is able to eat at the same table with someone like you, Boss. I can't help but have mixed feelings in my heart."

"Hey... I thought it was a big deal." Song Beiyun smiled and waved his hands: "But it's really not easy. How is your son? Di Qing."

"It's three years old, and I'm going to the elementary school to study with my husband."

"Okay, next time I have a chance, bring it for me to see."

And just as they were talking, there was a sudden noise outside, which interrupted the conversation between Song Beiyun and the big shopkeeper, which made the big shopkeeper frowned, stood up and said, "Boss, I'll go and have a look." Who dares to disturb your interest."

"That's it."

"No, Master. You are magnanimous, but other guests may not have your kindness. If those people are allowed to make noise at the door, wouldn't it be a blow to the signboard of our Tianshangfang?"

Chapter 764: October 10, Seven Years

The noise outside gradually dissipated, and the boy came back and sat down again.At this moment, the table was already full of dishes. It looked quite a lot but the amount of each dish was not large, just enough for a few mouthfuls. He filled Song Beiyun with a glass of wine and sat there quietly without moving.

"Why don't you move your chopsticks?"

"My master is above me, how dare a villain. Being able to sit at the same table with my master is already full of glory." He said with a smile: "Besides, the villain has not been hungry for a long time after eating."

"Well, I didn't learn it, but I learned this stinky lying habit, what time is it now?" Song Beiyun sneered: "Eat it, I can't eat this much by myself, and you know I don't like it It's a waste. Besides, you can also have a few drinks with me, after all, we only saw each other once this year."

"Then thank you, Master."

He ate carefully, using serving chopsticks, filling Song Beiyun's cup as soon as it was empty, with gentle movements and unusually elegant behavior.

"By the way, what was the noise outside just now?"

"It's just some young scholars bullying others. The villain went to chase them away and then came back."

"These people don't read much, but this bad habit has been passed down from generation to generation, and the books of sages have been read on dogs." Song Beiyun said with a smile: "It's you, I have watched you grow up these years, but you He is becoming more and more like a scholar.”

"My boss is too humble. I just follow my master to learn how to read in night school in my spare time, and read a few superficial books."

Song Beiyun didn't speak, but he knew that this guy was definitely more than just literate. It was absolutely impossible for him to become a shopkeeper at the age of twenty. Working hard cannot be separated from the relationship. After all, if you want to be famous in the front, you must suffer in the future.

Even Song Beiyun himself was like this back then. As a time traveler, the papers he wrote, the words he practiced, and the books he read all used a box after box, let alone such an ordinary person from the bottom.

The two chatted for a while, and the more the shopkeeper chatted, the more he felt that his boss was a great person, and his knowledge and insight were far beyond those of the famous people he had seen in his daily life. It makes people feel enlightened. After all, he is indeed an unrivaled person in all countries.

"Boss, I will treat you to this meal as usual."

"I won't be polite to you." Song Beiyun got up and said, "If you have nothing to do in the afternoon, just follow me around this Luoyang city. I'm new here, and I'm not familiar with the place."

"My boss, please give me orders, I will obey all orders."

After all, Luoyang City is not comparable to Chang'an City. I am used to the splendor of Chang'an, and looking at Luoyang is nothing more than that. And the westward movement of the center of gravity of the Liao Kingdom in recent years has made this place a gathering place for the old and the new in the Liao Kingdom.On the other hand, Chang'an has become the land of Longmen for the common people of poor families and unknown people.

Different cultural backgrounds have created two completely different atmospheres. Chang'an is like a little girl from the countryside who has gained a firm foothold in the city through her own ability.

Luoyang, on the other hand, is like a graceful woman, wearing a luxurious fur, and her gestures and gestures are all rules and manners, but her eyes are a little less lively. After a glance, they might be envious of each other.

Miss Chang envied him for his profound family background, and Miss Luo envied his youthful vigor.

But how should I put it, there are no young people in Japan, and the future belongs to young people after all, so if Song Beiyun chooses, he will unswervingly choose Chang'an, a new city that has been established from the past.

"Master, there is a peony garden in front of us. I don't know if the master is lucky. This season happens to be when peonies are in full bloom. Why don't you go in and enjoy the beauty?"

Song Beiyun came to the gate of the peony garden, and found that the inscription on the plaque above was actually written by Bai Juyi. There were two lines of poems on the plaque: Only peonies are truly beautiful, and the flowers move the capital when they bloom.

"Hahaha, Bai Juyi's inscription is paired with Liu Yuxi's poem, one word...excellent." Song Beiyun gave a thumbs up: "Know how to play."

After finishing speaking, the two of them wanted to walk forward, but after a few steps, they saw many people writing poems and selling paintings outside the Peony Garden.

Most of the people here are poor scholars, relying on selling the peonies they painted for some scattered silver. A beautiful peony picture is only more than a hundred yuan, and it only costs two to three hundred yuan when it is framed. Whether you give it away or hang it at home, it is very good.

"Give me one." Song Beiyun ordered a booth with a fan, and said to the painter, "I want a black peony."

The scholar was just about to ask, but when he heard the black peony, his hands shook, and he said with a bitter face: "Brother, why bother, I can't spend this black peony..."

In the Liao Kingdom, black is the most precious, and the black peony is the king of flowers, which means that the current emperor is the emperor. If any scholar dares to sell the portrait of the king of flowers, he will be charged with disrespect.

"That's all, let's have a white peony."

"Okay, brother, wait a moment."

While waiting for the painting, suddenly there were begging sounds and beating noises not far in front of him. Song Beiyun put down the money and turned around to go to the noisy place.

When I looked over, I found that there were seven or eight people beating up a person dressed as a scholar on the ground, and the person who was beaten didn't dare to fight back and only dared to hug his head and curled up into a ball.

The assailant cursed while beating: "Damn Songgou, you don't even say hello to grandpa when you come to this place to make money, you are probably blind!"

The beating man next to him also echoed: "Song Gou, who doesn't open his eyes, deserves to be beaten to death."

"That's right, this Song dog deserves to die."

Song Beiyun's face twitched a few times, and the fan unfolded with a snap: "I have a bad temper!"

After finishing speaking, he kicked the leader over with one kick, then turned around and beat those people with three punches and two kicks, crying bitterly.

"Where did the dog dare to fight your grandfather and me in this place? Don't leave if you have the ability!"

"Don't speak harshly." Song Beiyun slapped his fan: "Go and call me for help."

Seeing those people run away, he stood in front of the beaten scholar: "You should resist the beating, even if you stabbed one of them to death?"

The man on the ground could be seen to be very thin and timid. He didn't dare to put down the hand covering his head until he heard Song Beiyun's accent, and slowly got up from the ground.

"Hey, why don't you thank me?" Song Beiyun's little follower blocked his way: "My boss will help you fight the injustice, is that what you do?"

Hearing such a question, the scholar turned around, lowered his head and cupped his fists in the direction of Song Beiyun, saying, "Thank you for your help..."

"and many more!"

Song Beiyun suddenly stopped the scholar who was about to turn around and run away: "Stop!"

The scholar immediately stood still, and when Song Beiyun walked up and down, he straightened his bowed body. Seeing this man's appearance, Song Beiyun took a step back in shock.

"why you?"

"Not me...not me..."

After all, he lowered his head again, looking embarrassed.

"Brother Wang, why are you so downcast?"

This person is none other than Zuo Rou's fiancé, the young master of the Wang family. He was thrown to Zhejiang by Zhao Xing because of Song Beiyun's framing, but he did not expect that he would come to Luoyang instead, and he was so embarrassed.

"Brother, you have admitted the wrong person... You have really admitted the wrong person."

The young master of the Wang family categorically denied his identity, but even Song Beiyun recognized him when he turned into ashes, so he stepped forward and grabbed him: "Brother Wang!"

And with such a pull, his clothes rolled up, and Song Beiyun found that he was only wearing a single suit in the late autumn, and his arms were covered with bruises. He looked like he had been severely beaten.

He was about to ask a question, but found that those people had brought someone back. Song Beiyun said to the friend: "This is my acquaintance, please take care of it, I will deal with these dogs."

After finishing speaking, Song Beiyun picked up a stick with a rain cloth from the stall on the side of the road and walked forward: "Today, I will show you the six arts of a gentleman."

At this moment, the thick wooden stick that was as long as the arm turned into the long knife that Chen Haonan chopped from Causeway Bay to Wanchai. When he entered the crowd, he beat those rascals in Luoyang city to their knees.

And when there were more and more people on the opposite side, Song Beiyun blew out a whistle, and more than a dozen guards hiding in the crowd rushed forward.

When the street gangsters met the masters of the Ouchi, the situation of the battle was self-evident. Three or forty people were beaten all over the ground in a short while, crying and losing their combat effectiveness.

But just like the scene in the movie, although the patrol in Luoyang City arrived late, they still came after all.

The people in the government surrounded Song Beiyun and his party. Those officials were aggressive, but Song Beiyun just threw his stick aside, pointed at those people and shouted: "Go and call your chief officer, and say that Marquis Lin'an of Daliao is on the street. Meet the assassin!"

Hearing him yelling like this, the officials were also shocked. Although they had never heard of this person and could not verify whether his identity was real, they had no way of proving that he was fake, so it is best to The best way is to find the chief officer.

After the chief patrol officer heard about this, he almost exploded.Today His Majesty is in the city with the Kings of the Northern and Southern Courts to choose the site for the new palace. If this fight startled Sheng Jia, his dog's head would be lost.

So regardless of whether the Marquis of Lin'an is real or not, he must go there in person.

While waiting for the chief inspector to arrive, Song Beiyun came to the young master of the Wang family again: "Brother Wang, don't you recognize me?"

"Brother...you really have the wrong person."

Chapter 765: Sunny November 10, Seven Years

How could the young master of the Wang family not recognize Song Beiyun? Not only did he recognize Song Beiyun, but he also recognized him when he said the first sentence.

But so what if you recognize him, he is no longer the son of the Wang family, and even the Wang family no longer exists.Now he is just a poor scholar who came to Luoyang with his fellow countrymen to beg for a living. He makes a living by writing calligraphy and painting for others.

And the person who was having fun together back then is now Song Beiyun, who is under one person and above ten thousand people, how dare he recognize each other?Even his former fiancée became the queen of Liao, but he was almost beaten to death on the street like a dog.

"Brother Wang, please keep silent. I will take you to the medical clinic later."

After finishing speaking, Song Beiyun frowned, and said to the guards beside him: "Go, tell me the emperor of Liao Kingdom, that Song Beiyun, the special envoy of Song Dynasty, was assassinated on the street of Liao Kingdom, and I want an explanation!"

The officer on the opposite side was dumbfounded when he heard it, why does this person look different all of a sudden?Just now he was the Marquis of Daliao Lin'an, why is he now a special envoy of the Daliao Song Dynasty?

The guard next to him naturally left to report without any explanation. Now it depends on who arrived first. If the chief inspector arrives first, they will still have good fruit to eat. If... Hehe, Song Beiyun is not a good talker He can't bear to be insulted in the street as a Song dog.

On one side, the patrolling officials were running towards here with their hats covered, and on the other side, the guards had already knelt on one knee in front of Fo Baonu to report the situation.

To assassinate Song Beiyun?Hearing this news at that time, the slaves of Fobao burst into flames. If such a thing really happened, could he, Song Beiyun, let the Liao Kingdom go?If it doesn't exist, that person is notorious for cutting needles and plucking wild goose. Regardless of whether he succeeds or not, this matter itself is enough to make the Liao Kingdom shed a layer of skin.

"what happened!"

Fo Baonu angrily scolded the prefect of Luoyang. The prefect was stupid. He didn't know that there was any special envoy from the Song Dynasty... let alone assassination. Who would have nothing to do to assassinate Song Beiyun? Is it an official organization or a non-governmental organization? Hearing this name, his scalp tingles, and he still assassinates?

"What a bastard." Fo Baonu walked out of the hall with a flick of his sleeves: "Show me."

But just as she was going to find out about the situation, another guard of Song Beiyun arrived and told Fo Baonu that it was a misunderstanding, and now the misunderstanding has been resolved, but it was just a few hooligans insulting him as a Song dog in the street, not an assassination .He also said that Master Song would ask His Majesty for justice later.

Fo Baonu raised his head and looked at the sky for a long time, feeling helpless and furious.If Song Beiyun asked for an explanation, what kind of fart could he let out?I'm afraid it will be another trouble.

"Your Majesty, let me take a look." Jin Lang, the Great King of the South Court, asked himself: "I can still talk to him."