Song Beiyun

Song Beiyun changed into his clothes, tidied up his appearance, and went out. He soon saw Cui Wansheng, the prefect of Langya.

This person's name is not very familiar, but his wife is the daughter of King Jin Lang of the South Court, that is, the little girl who was rude to Song Beiyun in the Song Dynasty, and he himself is Cui, the new Prime Minister of the South Court of the Privy Council of the Liao Kingdom. Guoming's son can also be regarded as the son of an official family.

Just sometimes, when Song Beiyun heard the news that someone he knew back then had a wedding or funeral, he was actually quite emotional. After all, when he first saw the little girl of Jin Lang's family, she was only fifteen or sixteen years old. years old, but now she is also married as a wife.

But it's no wonder, after all, even that mischievous little girl Guanyinnu is going to give birth to her second child in November this year.Turning his head and looking, it was actually a sea of ​​vicissitudes.

"Hello, Mr. Song."

Cui Wansheng was very polite when he saw Song Beiyun, he got up and took off his hat to signal, and waited for Song Beiyun to sit down before sitting down again.

"Why do you have time to come to Haizhou today?" Song Beiyun ordered someone to pour tea and said with a smile, "Master Cui is a newlywed, and he actually ran out of business."

Cui Wansheng laughed a few times and said: "Master Song is joking, my wife and I have also mentioned Master Song, I really didn't know that Master Song and his wife are old acquaintances."

"Well, I'm a brother to his father. She'll have to call me uncle."

"Hello, Uncle." Cui Wansheng hurriedly climbed up the pole, "This time my nephew came here, in fact, he was ordered by the emperor."

"How to say?"

"The Emperor's Order said..." Cui Wansheng got up, coughed, and then said to Song Beiyun with a face full of embarrassment: "Uncle... I offended you."

"It's okay, let's talk."

"The imperial order said... Song Beiyun, I lied to you about sea-going ship technology, invested in Haizhou Port for you, and completed all the wasteland around Laizhou for you, yet you don't care about me? You bully me and can't take care of you, right? Let me tell you, Song Beiyun, if you don't give me an explanation within three months, I promise to sit in front of you next spring and urge you!"

"That's it..." Cui Wansheng sat down with his head down: "That's what my emperor said."

After listening to Song Beiyun, Fo Baonu's cold-eyed expression appeared in his mind. She can't pull out her hand now, but it doesn't mean she won't be able to pull out her hand in the future... Back then, Song and Liao jointly deceived the Jin family's sea-going ship technology. This is the foundation of the great voyage.Moreover, the Liao Kingdom also invested in Haizhou Port through material routes, and opened up the Laizhou area, that is, the ports on the front line of Yantai and Qingdao according to Song Beiyun's request.

Now all the ocean-going fleets here have gone into the sea, but there has been no movement at the other end. No wonder Fo Baonu is furious.

"She doesn't engage in internal affairs in the country, what is she doing with this matter, really..." Song Beiyun muttered: "What else did she say?"

Cui Wansheng laughed and said: "Long live my emperor also said that she will go to Chang'an to visit the prince during the Chinese New Year this year. If the prince is not taught well, His Majesty will take the prince back."

"Want to snatch my son?"

When Song Beiyun said a word, Cui Wansheng immediately trembled. He looked up at Song Beiyun with a strange expression, and then quickly lowered his head.

Is the Prince of Liao the son of Song Beiyun?This is a shockingly big melon. For a prefect of Langya, this melon is a bit big, and he will die if he can't eat it.

"Go back and tell Buddha Baonu." Song Beiyun didn't bother to demonstrate: "The matter of the ship is easy to talk about, and the Song-Liao joint fleet is also in the plan. But don't think about the son's matter. Now that my son is studying at a critical period, let her not give it to me. Nonsense."

"Nephew knows..."

The more Cui Wansheng heard it, the more frightened he became. He really wanted to go home. He couldn't even listen to this kind of royal secret, because as long as it was leaked out and caused trouble, even if it wasn't leaked by him, the superiors couldn't get around him.

"What are you afraid of? You are married to the daughter of the Great King of Nanyuan. Didn't she tell you?" Song Beiyun smiled and said, "Hey, you can go back and ask your father. Your father should know too. Fobaonu is a It's about the queen, right?"

"Master Song, please don't slander my emperor long live..." Cui Wansheng got up quickly, still muttering: "Don't listen to indecent...don't listen to indecent..."

Seeing that he was embarrassed, Song Beiyun laughed loudly, as if satisfying some bad intentions: "Okay, relax a bit. You should know how suspicious your emperor is. If she doesn't believe you, she won't let you come to see me. Think about it for yourself, what the emperor could have said just now? It is clearly something that can only be said by a mother-in-law who lost her temper with her husband."

Cui Wansheng was about to cry: "Master Song... let me go, I really shouldn't and can't know about this kind of thing."

Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "Okay, it's not hard for you."

After finishing speaking, he walked to his desk, took out a document that he wrote himself, and then called to the staff: "Go, copy a copy and add chapters."

After a while, a copy of this document came, with Song Beiyun's signature stamp, the official seal of Haizhou Port, and the official seal of the Ministry of War of the Great Song Dynasty stamped on it.

"Regarding the plan for the Song-Liao joint fleet, you take it back to Fo Baonu. The first three chapters are one, and I am sure it is true."

"Thank you Master Song..."

As for why Song Beiyun has the seals of the Ministry of War, actually... he has seals of all departments of the Song and Liao countries, from the Privy Council of the Liao Kingdom to the Honglu Temple of the Song Kingdom, even the jade seals have two sets.

This is not a private seal, but a license granted to him by the imperial power, because this guy is always running around, and the distance between them is even more than a thousand miles. There are many things that need to be decided by him. If he wants to report it again, the efficiency is extremely low. So before there were no telephones and telegrams, this was the only way to do it now.

"Uncle Song..."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"The chapter...the chapter is wrong." Cui Wansheng raised his head with a bitter face: "Your stamp is the stamp of the Ministry of War of the Liao Kingdom."

"Damn it..." Song Beiyun cursed in a low voice, "Officer Huang! Get over here!"

Chapter 819: Sunny October 10, Eight Years

"This is the new calendar?"

Biluo flipped through the new calendar brought by Song Beiyun, the things on it were somewhat complicated, not only the combination of lunar and solar calendars, the lunar calendar followed the current lunar calendar, while the solar calendar followed the new calendar.

Compared with the many changes in the lunar calendar, the new calendar pays attention to a stability. It is no longer a leap month almost every year, but a year every four years, and the leap year in this year is just an extra day.

Such a new calendar has great benefits for agriculture, astronomy, navigation, etc., and after the new calendar, the emperor's year will no longer be recorded, but will be changed to the new calendar. This is also very beneficial for future research on history, at least later People will no longer compare and compare over and over again, just decide which year to record down.

"The new calendar determines the length of a year by the changes of the sun, moon, four levels, and stars. There are explanations above. For example, the winter solstice and summer solstice are the division points of the longest night and the longest day."

"It's so complicated..." Biluo pursed her lips and said, "I don't understand."

"Just get used to it."

As for the time calculation of the new calendar, this future will definitely keep looking at the world with the development of navigation, and eventually become the location of the Gregorian calendar in the true sense. Compared with the obvious religious zero point of the Western Yuan Dynasty, the zero point of the new calendar is very Metaphysics, but it doesn't matter too much, the zero point is not important, the important thing is the subsequent accurate calculation.

This is a new calendar compiled by hundreds of people who read all the relevant classics from ancient times to the present, and they are all royal classics. The treasure level of this thing is much more precious than a plate or a bowl.

While Song Beiyun and Biluo were chatting about the new calendar, Qiaoyun's mother walked in from outside. The woman glanced at Song Beiyun and then at Biluo, and for a moment didn't know what to call him.

"Oh, here you are."

Song Beiyun actually didn’t know what to call her. Logically speaking, he needed to call mother along with Qiaoyun, but even Aunt Hong and Concubine Fu had never called mother before, so he really couldn’t say it to this stranger. .

So he didn't know how to deal with it, but Biluo Bingxue got up smartly and said: "My aunt came here at noon today, and now that Sister Qiaoyun has just given birth, my aunt is afraid that she will move her fetus, so she won't even let her in. She's out, Miss Qiaoyun is pretty exhausted this afternoon."

"It should be..." Qiaoyun's mother was somewhat embarrassed: "I'll go and bring the soup to Hua'er first."

"Oh, thank you for your hard work." Song Beiyun nodded again and again, "If there is anything you need, just tell me. Sister Qiaoyun is my heart."

When Song Beiyun said this, he felt a slight pinch on his arm, and when Qiaoyun's mother left, he turned to look at Biluo: "You are also you, and you also want to take a bite of this vinegar? "

Bi Luo chuckled: "No, I'll go outside and prepare some food and wine for my husband. Today is the holiday, and my skills are not up to the mark of elegance."

"Okay, let's go."

And when the whole family was busy preparing for the Mid-Autumn Festival, the uninvited guest finally came.

At that time, Song Beiyun was reading casual books in front of the hall, probably the vernacular novels that have become more popular recently, not to mention that some of these ancient people's brains are really good, and these grandsons are simply "awesome" when they are dirty. Just a few words can make a coquettish little widow come alive on paper, it's really a wonderful pen.

I don't know how long it took, Song Beiyun was really excited to read it, the article was writing that the boss of the gang had landed on the fairy, and when the fairy was about to cast a spell to punish the fairy, footsteps came from beside him.

He thought it was Biluo who came back, so he said without raising his head, "It's pretty fast, it's only been a while."

Hearing that the footsteps were approaching, he still didn't care, and devoted himself to the bastard who was turned into a human-speaking bastard by a fairy, but his claws slid over, pinching "Bi Luo"'s buttocks. a handful.

But just for a moment, the obvious difference in hand feeling made him turn around, his first reaction was "don't wipe the oil on Mrs. Qiaoyun", but when he raised his head, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief , because the person in front of her is not Qiaoyun's old lady but that demon nun.

The demon nun stood there, as if she wasn't the one who had her butt touched just now, her face didn't even change.

But this is also normal, this is Zhao Cheng, a demon nun, she has never seen such a storm, this little thing is just a common thing to her.

"It's rude of you not to report when you come here."

"That's not right, if you report it, you won't make a mistake, right?" Zhao Cheng chuckled and put the things in his hands on the table: "I have nowhere to go today, so how about coming to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

"Come on, can I stop you?" Song Beiyun was helpless: "After all, it's too pitiful to spend this kind of festival alone."

Zhao Cheng burst out laughing: "It's rare that you also speak human words."

"It's because you don't put personnel first. For me, if you go out and inquire, the word of mouth is as good as ever."

"I don't fight with your words. I haven't won for many years. I heard that Qiaoyun is pregnant?" Zhao Cheng took out a bag of washed and dried hawthorn fruit from his arms: "There is no place here. What specialty, I entrusted my workers to bring a pack of home-dried hawthorn."

Song Beiyun looked up at Zhao Cheng in astonishment, and said in his heart: That's right?This is the demon nun, why is it so strange today?

"Don't look at me, it's you I despise, not Qiaoyun." Zhao Cheng walked inside holding the hawthorn: "I'll go and see her."

"Wait... I'll try the poison first."

Song Beiyun took down the bag of hawthorns involuntarily, and after careful identification, he was sure that it was a bag of ordinary hawthorns, at most it was carefully selected.

As for whether there is any colorless and odorless poison, Song Beiyun can say with 100% certainty that with the chemical technology and synthesis techniques of this era, neither neurotoxins nor radioactive elements can be produced. possible.

What kind of dried snake venom and what kind of heartbroken grass juice can all be described as fishy, ​​slightly bitter and pungent.

"It's funny to see you like that."

Zhao Cheng walked in, and did not forget to ridicule Song Beiyun's small belly, but no matter what, Song Beiyun was actually somewhat worried about her.

After chatting with Qiaoyun in the room for a while, Zhao Cheng came out, she... Although she is about the same age as Qiaoyun, but she is such a girl who doesn't even know what a man is, what can she talk to a pregnant woman .

Song Beiyun continued to look at the idle book, and Zhao Cheng was sitting not far away. The atmosphere was not awkward, but a little speechless.In the end, only Song Beiyun's intermittent laughter remained in the room.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Beiyun finally put down the book, raised his head, and happened to meet Zhao Cheng's eyes.

"You look at me so lewdly. Although I am approachable and naturally beautiful, how can a pheasant match a phoenix? It is useless to even think about it and you are guilty!" Song Beiyun said to Zhao Cheng while rambling: "It's useless, monster Nun. If you can fool others, you can't fool me. I know you are a demon nun."

Zhao Cheng still looked at Song Beiyun with his chin resting on his face, with a smile on his lips, as if he didn't care how Song Beiyun slandered him.

"It's boring for you to do this." Song Beiyun pushed her head: "Resist, you are resisting."

Zhao Cheng was not angry, but tilted his head and looked at Song Beiyun: "Tell me, why is life so short?"

"What emotion do you have?" Song Beiyun said with a smile, "No, Sister Cheng, don't think about these things with your brain, it's going to kill you."

"Well, I'm just a little emotional. Before I know it, half of my life is over. I've thought about it carefully these days. My first half of my life was a mess, but I don't know where to go for the second half of my life." Zhao Cheng said with a cold smile: "Song Beiyun, you Say how wonderful it would be if I were just like Jin Ling'er, and when I was old, I would find a man to marry, give birth to a son early, and live a normal life."

"Sister, you choose your own path. Adults have to be responsible for their own actions. You have to know that your life is no longer yours. You are living for others."

Maybe it was this sentence that broke Zhao Cheng's defense, her eyes dimmed at that moment, and she took a deep breath silently.

"Song Beiyun."

"Huh?" Song Beiyun raised his head: "What orders does Her Royal Highness have?"

Zhao Cheng bit her lip, as if she had made up her mind, she opened her mouth and said, "You..."

But as soon as the words came to his mouth, Biluo's voice sounded outside: "Master, your favorite duck is gone, and I replaced it with a chicken, and the rest are your usual favorites."

This bluff directly suppressed the second half of Zhao Cheng's sentence, and she sat back quietly until Biluo walked in.

"His Royal Highness..." Biluo greeted Zhao Cheng after seeing Zhao Cheng, and then said to Song Beiyun, "Sir, wash your hands and get ready to eat."

"Ah."

Song Beiyun got up, stopped halfway, turned to Zhao Cheng and said, "What did you want to tell me just now?"

"It's okay." Zhao Cheng shook his head: "I want you to write to my father."

"It's just this?" Song Beiyun asked suspiciously, "No, your tone doesn't sound like you're asking me to write a letter. Do you have something to hide?"

After finishing speaking, his eyes suddenly widened: "Did you sneak out to find a man? Now that the child is broken, that man has run away?"

Zhao Cheng gave him a big white eye: "It's okay if you say it's okay, you are really a picky person."

Song Beiyun chuckled, and went out to wash his hands with his hands behind his back. While washing his hands, Biluo stepped forward and whispered, "I think there's something wrong with the princess."

"Well, thirty is like a wolf and forty is like a tiger." Song Beiyun's mouth showed a smirk: "She can't hold it anymore, she wants to make an appointment with me."

"Ah?" Biluo looked blank, "You know all about Mr. Xiang?"

"Silly girl." Song Beiyun pinched her nose: "I am Song Beiyun, the number one Song Beiyun in the world."

"Then what do you plan to do?"

"What plan? I don't know anything."

Chapter 820: Sunny October 10, Eight Years

"I'm coming!"

Fo Baonu rushed into Princess Chang'an's mansion like a whirlwind, but saw a table of people eating inside.

As soon as the words fell, Tie Dan screamed and rushed into Fo Baonu's arms, embracing her neck and refusing to let go.

And Fo Baonu hadn't seen her son for a year, and she missed her very much. Seeing her son so excited this time, she couldn't help shedding tears for a moment.

"You said, how can a crying ghost be the emperor."

Jin Ling'er teased and said to others: "It's really embarrassing to cry every now and then."

The servant of Fobao didn't care about that, he just kept talking to his son until Aunt Hong stepped forward and unbuttoned her coat: "You haven't eaten yet, go to the table, I'll get you some food."