Song Beiyun

"Huh?" Song Beiyun's expression gradually softened: "Have you met that Persian woman?"

"Yeah, I got it. She was helping me find out my mother's life experience, and she also said that I am a saint, and said that only saints know the big secrets in their religion, and finally said that if I become a saint, they will Someone from the main church is here to arrest me."

"Let him come." Song Beiyun leaned on the chair: "I don't even think about how much I am, if I dare to come to my territory to arrest people, not to mention you Zuo Rou, even the widow Wang at the entrance of the village. leveled his Damascus."

"Why do you always worry about what other widows are doing?" Zuo Rou smiled and kicked him: "By the way, my father and Lord Fu are here, do you know?"

"I know." Song Beiyun took out his feet from the water basin and wiped them while saying, "The prince will come and settle down. After a while, the concubine, the side concubine, and Zhao Cheng, who is mentally ill, will also come. If your father comes, I will I really don’t know, but I guess I should come to see you.”

"It's almost to get angry with me." Zuo Rou snorted, "When you come here, give me a face."

Song Beiyun shook his head, but said nothing.No matter what, as a junior, you must never speak ill of the elders. Even if the conflict between their father and daughter is deep, it is their father and daughter's business.

"By the way, are you going to meet that butterfly tomorrow?"

"See her?" Song Beiyun chuckled: "Why? Where does she have the confidence to let me see her?"

"She's pretty."

"Boring." Song Beiyun stood up: "Has Jin Ling'er gone to the prince's place?"

"No, she went to teach at the women's college outside the city, and she's the teacher there now."

"Okay." Song Beiyun smiled and said, "I can't see that Jin Ling'er is still capable at such a young age."

"Not young, she is already 24 years old this year."

"What about Qiaoqiao? Why every time I come back, there is either no one at home, or only one or two?"

"Busy. Auntie Hong and Qiaoqiao went to the countryside to buy new year's goods, and Biluo went to Wannian County to have a reunion with a few sisters. Only sister Qiaoyun and I are left in the house." Zuo Rou rolled her eyes. : "Why don't we have a double dragon show today?"

Song Beiyun covered her face with a towel: "I want to sleep!"

"Don't sleep, will you give me face?"

"Can this kind of thing be used to save face?" Song Beiyun looked at Zuo Rou in astonishment: "Okay, good boy... go to sleep by yourself, let's talk about it tomorrow."

"That's fine, I won't bother you. But you promise me to meet that Persian girl tomorrow."

"What are you doing, why do you have to let me see her?"

"Yo yo, now the accent is the same as that of Fo Baonu, my sister is not happy."

"Oh...well, well, tell me what to do."

"Sister, I have a plan in mind!"

"You?" Song Beiyun was stunned, and reached out to touch Zuorou's forehead: "Do you have a plan?"

Chapter 782: Sunny November 11, Seven Years

Zuo Rou had a plan, but she just didn't say it, she insisted that Song Beiyun follow her arrangement.

For this kind of thing, Song Beiyun actually wanted to scold her, because since she was a child, she has not had a few successful schemes. In Song Beiyun's memory, the only time this uncle succeeded in a plan was when she said that Tomorrow she was going to fight the dog at the entrance of the village that was yelling at her.

Then she actually hit it.

Now, she actually said that she planned to deal with that Persian woman. According to the information Song Beiyun got now, that woman was a top secret agent.

Maybe Zuo Rou is really a top player on the battlefield, but in the espionage field, she is really not good enough.

But since she has spoken, just follow her arrangement.I just agreed to her on the condition that I don't harass myself at night and let myself have a good sleep.

Early the next morning, Song Beiyun got up early at Zuo Rou's request, and then Zuo Rou pulled him to start arranging work for him.

"You, after you got there, you said you came here to save face for the Empress of Liao Kingdom, do you understand what I mean?"

Song Beiyun gave her a weird look, because according to various intelligence analysis, Miss Butterfly probably knew her relationship with him the moment she knew Zuo Rou was Zuo Rou.

All these bells and whistles are really... as expected of Rourou.

"understand?"

"Got it, got it." Song Beiyun said while drinking the porridge, "Is there anything else you want to explain?"

"Then you can play freely, I don't need to teach you these little things, right?"

Seeing Song Beiyun's silence, Zuo Rou's eyes widened in astonishment: "No, no, no one wants me to teach you about this, right?"

How can I describe Song Beiyun's current feeling? It's as if he was fishing when a dog suddenly came by, and the dog said to him, your fishing skills are poor, and I'll teach you how to do it.

He is Song Beiyun!I dare not say how excellent the internal affairs are, but so far no one in the field of diplomacy and espionage has surpassed him. The Song Huangcheng Division, known as the world's number one intelligence agency, is the product of his training.

Almost all foreign intelligence agencies came to Chang'an and had to pay a visit to the mountain gate with him, and only after obtaining permission could they carry out limited activities.

Just such a person, who is being pressed on a chair to teach how to coax a woman, and the person who teaches him is Zuo Rou who knows little about the espionage battlefield.

"Just tell me what your ultimate goal is."

"Get that saint's treasure!" Zuo Rou looked at Song Beiyun with sparkling eyes: "If the saint of the previous generation is really my mother, it should be mine, right?"

"Will people agree?" Song Beiyun asked curiously: "And no one knows what's in this treasure."

"What about the inventory of more than 1000 years, can there be nothing? Who are you kidding, it must be full of gold and silver treasures in the room, even the walls are gold."

Song Beiyun sighed. Such rumors have never been cut off since ancient times. From Qin Shihuang's treasure to Sui Yangdi's treasure, there will be rumors of a treasure in every dynasty, and it will be the same in the future. Dragon veins of the Qing Dynasty.

And what's even more absurd is that the things inside are all the same, such as gold and silver treasures, pearls and agates, countless secret treasures of the inner world, etc., all of which have a common purpose of restoring the country.

Please... How could such things as treasures be used to restore the country? If a decent emperor really has so many things, why doesn't he simply fill the treasury for construction?Isn't the difficulty of making a rich country much lower than that of restoring a country?

But there is no way, this kind of rumor with strong romanticism is equally coveted at all times and in all over the world, regardless of whether it exists or not, anyway, people who believe in miracles are as great as miracles themselves.

So the treasure girl in front of her obviously had a bad idea, and besides, Zuo Rou also has the problem of hitting three shots with no dates, so what she did now is naturally not so unusual.

"All right." Song Beiyun didn't want to hurt her confidence too much: "I'll just go."

"be careful."

Before Zuo Rou finished speaking, Song Beiyun suddenly took out the gun that Zuo Rou gave to someone from his waist and put it on the table: "Don't just give this thing to others, it's a commemorative item, okay?"

"You got it back??? Where do you put my old face?"

"Oh, I changed it." Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "Is this a token of love between us? Are you giving this thing to anyone?"

"Isn't the token of love something like this?" Zuo Rou pointed to the girl in the cradle next to her who was waving her hands and grabbing the doll hanging on it: "It's this, it's this!"

"All right, all right, it's this..."

Song Beiyun got up and wiped his mouth: "Let's go, I'm going to help you complete your great cause."

"Okay, go early and come back early. I may be caught by my father if I'm late."

"What can you do with her?"

And not long after, a group of people suddenly knocked on Die Er's room door, and after entering, they began to search her room without saying a word, without giving her any chance to explain, and took all the objects in the room that could hurt people. They were collected, including yesterday's pistol and a few knives in the kitchen, and even the rapier in her sleeve was not let go.

These things were placed on the table in the yard by category, and at least five people looked at these things.

Butterfly didn't resist at all, because she knew that Song Beiyun was coming.Only when people of this level come, the security measures will be so strict.

She didn't feel that she was offended in any way, she wasn't worthy, if it wasn't for Zuo Rou, she wouldn't even have the qualifications to have a face-to-face conversation with Song Beiyun, and she could only rely on the so-called "unexpected encounter" every time to get along with "that Scholar" chat a few words.

But today "that scholar" would appear as Song Beiyun, she was actually very nervous and excited.

Although the privacy was offended, the first face-to-face conversation was what she really wanted by comparison.

She dressed herself up beautifully and put on the most correct and beautiful national costumes.

Many people think that Persians are the kind of sluts who sway from side to side with their belly exposed. That's because there are too many women in this industry. The real Persian clothing is actually really beautiful and dignified. After all, it was born once The civilization of an incomparable empire, its aesthetics will definitely not be worse than any other civilization.

After she dressed up, she sat quietly at the door of the hall, waiting for the person who was about to come.

There were two knocks on the door, and it was pushed open before she could speak. Song Beiyun walked in from the outside, only took one look at her, and then walked straight into the front of the hall.

Butterfly hurriedly followed, and then wanted to make tea, but was stopped by Song Beiyun's spies. They took out the tea leaves and teapots they carried with them, and even used their own stove and charcoal.

Butterfly was stunned by this operation.

"Is it strange?" Song Beiyun took a sip of tea, "It's strange that I'm afraid of death."

"No wonder." Butterfly sat gracefully on the side and said with a smile: "As Mr. Song, it should be so. There is just one thing, why Mr. Song is no different from ordinary people when eating roast chicken in the garden."

"Song Beiyun is Song Beiyun, and Song Beiyun is not Song Beiyun. When he should be Song Beiyun, he is Song Beiyun. If he doesn't want to be Song Beiyun, he doesn't have to be Song Beiyun." Song Beiyun said a tongue twister: "No one can always put on airs, too tired."

Butterfly was silent for a moment, then raised her head: "Master Song, I think..."

"Organize your language well, you only have one chance to speak."

Butterfly fell silent all of a sudden, and her mind began to work quickly. She looked at Song Beiyun and then outside, took a deep breath, and opened her mouth to speak.

"Why are you close to Zuo Rou?"

"Because I want to get close to you." Butterfly raised her beautiful green eyes and stared at Song Beiyun: "Including getting close to Her Royal Highness, because of you."

"What's the purpose?" Song Beiyun raised a finger.

Butterfly was a little flustered, this was the first time in her life that she felt this way, like a person who stepped on a tightrope on a cliff, and would be crushed to pieces if he was not careful.

"I……"

Butterfly took a deep breath, then stood up: "Master Song, can you wait for a while?"

Song Beiyun was noncommittal and just drank tea quietly.Butterfly got up and went to the backyard. It was freezing cold but she was already sweating all over her body.

The sense of terror and oppression on that person made Die a little breathless, and now she finally understood that the scholar eating roast chicken in the garden was just not Song Beiyun's Song Beiyun, but the Song Beiyun she saw today was Song Beiyun Benyun.

For the first time, she felt the absolute fear brought by the so-called power, the kind of power that can control other people's choices instead of controlling life and death, the pressure of natural superiority, she was extremely envious and afraid.

She has always liked to be clever, but now she doesn't even know how to face this simple yet difficult question asked by Song Beiyun.

There was only one chance to express their appeal, not to discuss it, which meant that the gap between her and Song Beiyun had prevented them from having an equal discussion.

She washed her face with cold well water in the backyard to wash off the leaden flowers on her face, then took a deep breath, turned around and entered the room again.

When he entered, Song Beiyun was looking at her Warring States Policy. Her footsteps startled him. Song Beiyun put down the book in his hand and raised his head: "Calm down?"

"Um……"

Butterfly sat back again, looked at Song Beiyun anxiously, then bit his lips: "I..."

"Go ahead."

"My holy religion is willing to be Da Song's dog."

Song Beiyun hummed, got up and said, "Wait for the news."

After speaking, he got up and left the small courtyard, turned around and went to listen to a little song in the Goulan not far away.

After he left, the boss of Huangcheng Division came to Die Die, looked her up and down, and said, "You should know how to talk to Miss Zuo about today's content, right?"

"I know..." Butterfly's eyes were already red at this moment: "Convey my thanks to Lord Song for me."

"Stop making small moves. If this is Jinling, you will die [-] times."

After finishing speaking, all traces of Song Beiyun left this small courtyard, and those who had been monitoring her these days also evacuated.

Butterfly finally couldn't help but broke down and burst into tears, and this was only the first confrontation between her and Song Beiyun.

No, it wasn't a confrontation at all, she was not qualified to confront at all, she just expressed her desire to eat a bone like a dog meeting its owner, that's all.

She lost, and her self-proclaimed cleverness and pretentiousness could not withstand Wushuang Tianxia. She leaned gently on the bedside, crying like a child frightened by a nightmare.

"So this is Son of Heaven..."

Die Er had cried enough, put cold water on her eyes and lay on the bed, muttering in her mouth, she was terrified this time, and finally knew why so many foreign races in Chang'an were safe, old Honestly.

Still seductive... Butterfly felt like she was about to suffocate just now, the way people looked at her was like looking at a pile of rotten meat, and she was not at the same level as those doggy men outside who could stiffen their arms when they saw her.

The future will be long... Thinking of my original thoughts, I laughed out loud after thinking about it.How can I have a long life with others with my few catties, who is the one who controls the giant Song Dynasty, and I am just a little girl who is so humble in the dust.

Now she has finally discovered that in front of such absolute power, all her little thoughts are like shadows in the sun, while others are the noon light.

"Be Da Song's dog..."

Butterfly turned over, hugged the pillow and cried again.She didn't even know what made her, who was full of pride in her bones, say such humble words.

But even if he said it, he didn't feel humiliated. On the contrary, there was a sense of taking it for granted. If you want the Holy Cult to exist, you must be the dog of Song Dynasty.

She was upset and couldn't sit still any longer.She came out of the house, put on her makeup again, and wandered into the garden where she met Song Beiyun before.

Sitting here again, thinking of the person who laughed and scolded, and thinking of the person who looked like Tianwei today, she was in a trance, as if one of these two people was her own hallucination.

"Why are you here?"

Hearing the voice, she raised her head and found that it was her competitor, that Oriental Hana Murasaki Shikibu, who was going somewhere with a book in her hand.