Song Beiyun

"Huh? Then brother-in-law can't help?"

"Of course, Chang'an is strict, and don't think about it. If even your brother-in-law takes the lead in breaking the rules, how will he rule in the future? If you want to be an official, you have to take an exam, and if you want to take an exam, you have to study. How many years have you never touched it? book?"

Zuo Fang was mentioned sadly, and couldn't help but sighed, he had long understood what it means to accomplish nothing, and his good years were all wasted by dudes, now it's really too difficult to look back.

"Can I skip the exam..."

"Then go ask your brother-in-law." Zuo Rou said indifferently: "If you can't, you can change to another one and go to business."

"Then dad still whipped me to death with a horsewhip."

After all, he is a child of a top noble family in the Song Dynasty. It doesn't matter if he just eats, drinks, prostitutes and gambles, and achieves nothing, but if he goes into business and becomes an actor, he will really be marked with zebra prints.

"It depends on whether you can survive it. You can either study for an exam or leave the market to do business. There is no other choice."

"It's so annoying." Zuo Fang sighed, "Is that brother-in-law in Chang'an? I'll look for him when I get back."

"you guess."

At this moment, Song Beiyun had just finished sneezing, and he covered his runny nose and said to the Young Master Wang in front of him, "Sorry, the temperature has dropped these few days, and I have a rhinitis."

"Brother Song Xian, don't be so polite." Young Master Wang looked at him earnestly: "Then what do you think should be the next step?"

"Some people say that the king of the south and the king of Kong are not separated. Now you naturally want to wave the flag for the Kong family, but these days the Luoyang gentry always discredit the Kong family, so you should help the Kong family." Song Beiyun nodded. The desk: "Don't be afraid, the most urgent thing now is to win over a group of people to help King Kong build momentum, after all, the orthodoxy cannot be handed over to these bastards in Luoyang."

"Yes, yes, what my virtuous brother said is very true." The young master of the Wang family nodded repeatedly: "I will go and gather my colleagues."

After finishing speaking, he just got up and suddenly turned his head to look at Song Beiyun: "By the way, dear brother. I heard that the daughter of Dingguo's family married Emperor Yelu and became the queen, right? I heard about it, but I don't know if it's true or not."

"It seems to be true, but how can you and I get involved in the emperor's family affairs." Song Beiyun sighed: "And she seems to have given birth to a daughter."

"Alas..." Young Master Wang sighed, "It's a pity."

Chapter 774: Rain on August 11, Seven Years

"Chang'an's armaments are divided into two categories, one is conventional armaments, and the other is strategic equipment."

King Fu, who came to Chang'an, naturally couldn't miss a visit to the famous arsenal here. His level of secrecy basically didn't require any messy procedures. He was basically on the same level as Zhao Xing, and anyone in the world could Leak, he will never.

Therefore, there is no need to involve any confidentiality treaty in the reception of King Fu at the arsenal, and the show is over.

"How do you define strategic equipment?" Fu Wang walked slowly in the showroom, looking at the dazzling array of weapons and equipment in this huge warehouse, many of which were not displayed to the public or even did not appear in the list of standard weapons in the Song Dynasty.

"The significance of a strategic weapon is that as long as it exists, it can make the enemy dare not act rashly, and as long as it is used, it can turn the tide of battle."

The director of the arsenal patted the barrel of a machine gun and said: "This thing can fire 1 rounds of ammunition in one minute. As long as there are ten of them, the once invincible grassland cavalry can no longer make an inch of progress. If Infantry, more or less are free food."

Fu Wang nodded: "Indeed."

Afterwards, the two of them went to the real heavy artillery. This heavy artillery was brand new equipment. Because of the scarcity of special steel, only seven pieces of this artillery were cast, but this artillery was different from all the current artillery. His gun barrel is very long, which is completely different from the common stubby guns, and the bottom is not wheels but eight detachable steel brackets.

The size of the cannonball is also amazing. Although it uses fixed-loading ammunition like the standard cannon of the Song Dynasty, the ordinary ammunition in front of it is the grandchildren's. The thickness and length of such a cannonball are far from Common ammunition can be compared, and one can imagine the effect of such a shot.

"My lord, look at this cannon again. Although it is expensive, bulky and heavy, as long as it appears on the battlefield, it is a well-deserved king. If there are twenty such heavy cannons, it is fine to shoot two or five consecutive shots. It doesn't matter if you shoot a volley, after forming a artillery formation, the enemy has thousands of troops and horses, and it is not worth mentioning."

Fu Wang frowned. He really wanted to see the actual firing effect of this gun, but considering that this thing was too heavy, he might not be able to use it on the battlefield for a while, so he had to cast his sights on the other equipment.

To be honest, even Fu Wang has never seen so many weird weapons. He has fought with swords, guns, halberds, axes, hooks and forks all his life. Now he suddenly sees these things in front of him and is told one by one that beating an old-fashioned army is like cutting melons and vegetables. , which made King Fu feel somewhat uncomfortable.

It may be uncomfortable, but the new era is finally here, and his cognition will eventually be subverted. Although he is nearly [-] years old, he has always insisted on continuous learning, not to fight the enemy but to prevent him I became like those old folks in Jinling City, who looked panic-stricken at everything they saw.

"My lord, this is called a land mine. Connect the fuze on the top and bury it in shallow soil. If someone steps on it, the trigger medium will come into contact with the gunpowder on the bottom, which will cause an explosion. The explosion will blow hundreds of small iron balls inside. It shoots out, killing everyone around 15 meters away."

Fu Wang nodded: "I probably have seen it before."

"This one is easier to use than the previous one, more powerful and more sensitive. If you encounter the old swarm charge, the mines can make them instantly crippled."

Lord Fu sighed softly, and walked to the next piece of equipment.

It has taken a lot of time to browse this warehouse. There are not only various new weapons, but also many trial products that only exist in the concept.

Of course, what shocked Lord Fu the most was the honeycomb-like rockets, but he always had a question in his mind, that is, what is the difference between such rockets and heavy artillery?

When he asked this question, the director of the arsenal laughed. He patted the barrel of the multi-barreled cannon and said with a smile: "My lord, weapons are not just as powerful and expensive as possible. Matching, far and near matching can have a better effect, just like the heavy artillery and this rocket launcher, the missions of the two seem to overlap, but if it is on the battlefield, the heavy artillery has high accuracy, long range, and great power, which can effectively attack the opponent Fortresses and cities, while rockets are poor in accuracy and low in damage, but they are better than being able to achieve the effect of firing thousands of guns at the same time, covering several rounds of damage to personnel is very considerable. If heavy artillery and rockets are matched with each other, as long as the ammunition is sufficient, the enemy There is no moment of peace in the phalanx."

Fu Wang nodded. The combination of these things can indeed produce amazing power. As an experienced combat commander, Fu Wang quickly thought of the use of these things.

"Very good, you have done a good job, it can be described as an eye-opener."

"Actually, I just changed Master Song's things. If it is really powerful, it must belong to Master Song. He pioneered the way of science and is willing to spend a lot of money to support it. If it is not for him, I am afraid these things will be late. Come hundreds of years."

"Hundreds of years?"

The factory manager walked out with Fu Wang, and Fu Wang was obviously full of doubts about the hundreds of years he said.

"It's been hundreds of years. The prince may not know it. The journey of science is not like an article. Most of science is discovery rather than invention. It means that the laws that exist in the world are discovered and used. The mystery is for my use. Many things may be separated by a piece of window paper. If no one pierces it, it will be ignorant for hundreds of years. Just like the electric light, we may not be able to explain why it is like this, after all, it is a matter of the Academy of Sciences and not the Academy of Engineering, but this does not prevent us from turning this electricity into a lamp and making it shine."

"Oh? That is to say, the Academy of Sciences knows what it is and why it is, and the Academy of Engineering knows what it is and doesn't need why?"

"You can't say that, my lord. The Academy of Engineering mainly focuses on application. If you can't apply it, you can scold those guys from the Academy of Sciences."

Fu Wang was amused by this clever young man, although he knew he was joking, but if all the scholars in Song Dynasty had this wit and knowledge, it would be hard for Song Dynasty not to be strong.

While Fu Wang was inspecting the arsenal, Ding Guogong was squatting in the camp of the Beihai New Army to discuss how to win the game against the Blue Army. I was willing, so I followed a large number of unconvinced people in the Beihai New Army to discuss how to turn things around in a situation where the enemy is strong and we are weak.

On the contrary, Zuo Fang was liberated now, without the bondage of her old father, she wandered around Chang'an City with her sister.

Zuo Fang here doesn't need to put on a dandy look anymore, and doesn't need to follow those people to smear pale powder on her face and wear colorful shirts to make herself look like a pheasant.

He is dressed in an ordinary way today. He can see that his family is rich but not exaggerated. Is a handsome boy brother.

But thinking about it, Zuo Fang, after all, is a brother and sister with Zuo Rou, the appearance of the two can be roughly similar, but Zuo Fang is taller and has a more square face.

No matter how you look at him, he is quite a handsome guy. In future generations, he will definitely be a top-notch niche. However, in recent years, the trend has become more popular. A man with a greasy head and a pink face like him is not so sought after. On the contrary, he is a man with talent and knowledge. More popular, even if it is ugly, it doesn't hurt.

Just like the most popular man in Chang'an now is Xue Pengcheng, who is known as the number one talented man in Chang'an.

As for Song Beiyun, no one has mentioned this name for a long time, as if it was gradually forgotten.

"Sister, go get busy first, I'll just turn around by myself." Zuo Fang took a deep breath: "It's really cold here in Chang'an."

"Chang'an is the territory of the Northwest after all, it's normal to be cold, I don't want to hang out with you if I still have some things to do. You don't want to spend time and wine anymore."

How can Zuo Fang have any interest in spending time and drinking, a top dandy in Jinling City is in Chang'an, and he loves the youth and vigor of Chang'an more than women and fine wine.

He met many foreigners, those blond, blue-eyed, five-faced and three-faced, Zuo Fang would go up to chat with them whenever he had the opportunity, use the languages ​​he mastered, and constantly get in touch with new things. This feeling makes Zuo Fang feel like the whole Everyone has been sublimated.

But soon he also realized his own shortcomings, because in the area of ​​Chang'an, he only knew more than ten languages, and there were also languages ​​that he couldn't understand at all, which really let him know his own shortcomings and problems. The world is huge.

"It smells so good!"

Suddenly Zuo Fang's nimble nose caught a trace of a special fragrance. As a top person who seeks flowers and asks willows, he immediately pictured the appearance of a top beauty in his heart.

Although he was not lewd, he was curious, so he tiptoed to look for something in the crowd, and suddenly saw a tall woman wearing a veil passing through the crowd and getting into a carriage.

Zuo Fang was shocked, because the woman's profile was [-]% similar to his deceased mother.

When his mother passed away, he was still very young, and his memory of his mother was limited to her appearance and a few portraits.

Although the memory also began to blur with the passage of time, the moment he saw that woman, it made him immediately think of his mother.

For this matter, Zuo Fang followed all the way, until the carriage stopped in front of a small courtyard, he turned and left, went straight to find Zuo Rou.

"Sister! I saw a woman."

Zuo Rou was taken aback, then raised her head and looked at him: "Didn't you say that you have to find flowers and ask willows?"

"No, that woman looks like my mother!"

Chapter 775 Snow on November 11, Seven Years

"Aren't you! Just ask if you are!"

The siblings climbed up the tree outside the house, stared at the treetops all morning, and finally saw the Persian woman come out, and she didn't wear a veil today, just leaning against the door to enjoy the snow quietly, while her Zuo Rou was stunned as her face bloomed in the snow.

"It really is..."

Zuo Rou had already remembered when her mother passed away, she could clearly remember her mother's face, and the woman in front of her was actually [-]% similar to her mother, if she didn't look a few years younger than herself, Zuo Rou would have jumped down and cried Mother can't.

"I'm not wrong, am I?" Zuo Fang was nervous and looking forward to it: "Looking at her age, she is around twenty, do you think it's my mother's reincarnation?"

"Don't talk nonsense." After all, Zuo Rou is now a general, and at this time she also began to calm down: "Let's go down and ask first, you can speak Persian, right?"

"Yes."

"Walk."

But just when the two of them climbed down from the tree, the woman's eyes suddenly raised slightly, and she said with a smile on her face, "I don't know where the visitor is? I don't know why I watched for a long time but refused to show up?"

If this was in Persia, she would have ordered someone to tie up the person who had been peeking all morning with a knife, but this was in Chang'an, just like Song Beiyun clearly suspected her but never took her because of the crime he wanted to impose , in a place, you have to abide by the rules of a place. She is very sure that as long as someone on her side makes a move, then she will appear in Song Beiyun's prison in the afternoon.

After all, God knows how many secret agents from Chang'an are staring at this place.

After she finished speaking, Zuo Rou came out from behind the tree with Xue Xue wearing a hat, and Zuo Fang, a follower, was by her side.

"It's nothing." Zuo Rou patted the snow on her body, and came to the front: "I just heard from my brother that you look like my mother, so I came over to have a look. Hey, what's your name?"

Butterfly frowned, but she felt a little inexplicable in her heart. She had seen countless kinds of strike-ups in the world, but she had never heard of such strike-ups.

"Does this girl think I look like you?"

Zuo Rou raised her head and looked at it for a long time, then nodded vigorously: "It looks very similar."

And when she raised her head, Die Die also saw her appearance, and couldn't help admiring in her heart, because the woman in front of her was really delicate, and she had always been quite confident in her appearance, otherwise it would be impossible to think of using it She came to get close to the person in power in Chang'an by herself, but now after seeing this person in front of her, she even felt a little dazed.

A woman with black hair but obvious Persian features, fair skin but rosy and healthy, three-dimensional facial features but more oriental temperament, such a woman is really too rare, even if she is also a woman, she can't help but pay more attention to it.

Die Die looked at the woman in front of her who was staring at her like an animal, and the young man behind her, and she couldn't help laughing: "It's freezing outside here, why don't you come in the house, I don't have many people here on weekdays." Someone will come."

"Then I'm welcome."

Zuo Rou waved her hand and led Zuo Fang in, and the two of them came to this small courtyard.

The place here is not too big, but it is still quiet, and the layout does not have the weird style that is common to Persians. Instead, it is a miniature version of Suzhou gardens. There is a small pool in the corner of the yard, and there are red carps in the pool. , although thin ice has formed on the top, the fish are still swimming slowly at the bottom of the water. There is a square pavilion with upturned corners outside the pool, which is small and delicate, and it is a good place to cool off with a curtain.

There are no trees in the courtyard, but there is a steep orange tree stretching in from the outside of the courtyard, and there is a crabapple winding in from the wall behind the house, which happens to cover the fish pond.

At first glance, only those who are well versed in Feng Shui can have such an arrangement, Zuo Rou doesn't understand but Zuo Fang has been paying attention.

After entering the door, there are lucky bamboos planted in the entrance, and the floor is covered with wool carpets that are unique to Persia. It is warm and comfortable to take off your shoes and walk up barefoot.

After passing the hallway is a small tea stand, placed on a low table, there is no chair to sit cross-legged.And on the wall hangs a pair of quiet and far-reaching calligraphy. It looks like he is not a famous artist but his calligraphy attainments are not low.

There is also a room full of books ranging from the Book of Changes to the Book of Rites, as well as many books and magazines about Chang'an, and even a comprehensive Chinese dictionary that appeared in the bookstore for the first time last year.

It doesn't look like the room of such a beautiful woman, but it looks like a room of a student rushing for an exam. The coal stove next to the wall keeps the room warm, and even the ugly chimney is decorated. Neat.

"Please sit down."

Butterfly warmly invited the siblings to sit down, then she knelt and lit a small red clay stove with olive pits and began to brew tea for the guests.

She has a graceful posture and a seductive figure, and she vividly shows the word "lady" in her gestures, while Zuo Rou, who is next to her with her big brother's legs crossed, forms a sharp contrast.

"Although the two of you don't know how to explain it, since you say that I am similar to the two Gaotangs, it is fate. I hope you can accept mere tea."

"Are you a Persian?" Zuo Rou leaned against the wall and looked her up and down: "With such a small accent, if you don't know it, you might think it's the young lady of some family."

"Excuse me, please wait a moment."

Butterfly went to the next room, and after a while, he brought a plate of candied petals and salted plums, green tea with sweet fruits, it was snowing heavily outside, and the room was full of warmth. He really was a delicate person.

"Are you married?" Zuo Rou rubbed a handful of petals into her mouth: "If you are not married, I will introduce my father to you as a continuation."

Zuo Fang heard her sister started talking nonsense again, and hurriedly kicked her under the table to signal her not to talk nonsense.

Butterfly wasn't angry, but just chuckled: "I already belong to my heart, and I really failed Miss's kindness. If I am rejected by others in the future, I must ask Miss to help me."

"Hahaha, is there anyone in the world who can reject you? Impossible! Absolutely impossible." Zuo Rou waved his hand and giggled: "If I were a man, I wouldn't be able to stand it. You are so beautiful and flirtatious." .”

"Sister!" Zuo Fang lowered her voice and shouted, her tone full of helplessness.

But Butterfly has seen big winds and waves after all. Not only did she not mind but she smiled very happily, but after she finished laughing, her eyes were quite resentful: "To tell the truth from this sister, there really are. I approached with good intentions over and over again. It's a pity that people treat me as nothing, not to mention closeness, even my name."

"Is there such a dog man? You tell me who it is, and I will tie it up for you, and we will marry you that night."

Butterfly was said to make Xiafei's cheeks look beautiful, but she still waved her hands again and again and said: "This kind of thing, the twisted melon is not sweet. Now I think it's just because I am not a Song talent that I am disliked by others. If it is true It is done, and if there is a child in the future, it will not be called a bastard."

This word is a taboo word for Zuo Rou, and she immediately became angry. Originally, because this woman looks like her mother, she was born with a good impression, and she herself is of mixed race. Names are extremely sensitive.

"boom"

She thumped the table vigorously: "After I am a Han Chinese and a Persian, whoever dares to say a bastard, you can tell me! My dog ​​leg was interrupted by him, and I will take care of you in Chang'an City from now on." Now, if someone treats you badly, you can report me as Zuo Rou."

Butterfly's eyeballs rolled, and she quickly began to search for the name, and then pinpointed a person. After making contact like this, her heart was like a mirror, but her face still had an innocent look: "Then I will Duoduo relies on her elder sister to take care of her."