Song Beiyun

Old Xiangguo's health has been getting worse and worse over the past few years. In fact, including himself, he knows that his time limit is coming soon, but he seems to be still unconvinced and refuses to leave.

However, his spirit was exceptionally good these past few days. Although he was exhausted, he was a little more energetic than when he was in Jinling.

"This chess, that really stinks."

After being pushed by Yan Shu to watch a few games, Zhao Xiang shook his head and sighed: "How dare you come out with such a skill to make a fool of yourself."

It is said that old children and old children, Zhao Xiang has always looked like a fine person all his life, but at this point before he left, he became more and more like a child.

Yan Shu has long been used to the old man's appearance. Since his parents passed away last year, he has stopped picking on these old men and women.

Let them go, there are still a few years left.

"Smelly!" Yan Shu echoed, "Go, Taishan. I will push you to teach them a lesson."

"That's all." Zhao Xiang shook his head: "Bullying a few stinky players has ruined my reputation."

He is like this, he speaks harshly, but his heart is still soft, the typical knife-mouthed bean curd heart, no longer the scheming look of the past.

Yan Shu didn't speak, but continued to push him forward. Zhao Xiang was always muttering something about the past, saying that his family was a three-phase country, and that the country's scholars were unparalleled.

This was absolutely impossible to say from his mouth in the past, because he was afraid that someone with a heart would hear it and made an inexplicable enemy.But now, just listen to it when you hear it, there are not a few years left.

"Master Taishan, what do you want to eat? I'll take you to have a look."

"I can't eat anymore. I don't have a good appetite these days." Zhao Xiang struggled to show the size of a bowl with his hand: "Back then, when I was your age, I could eat three bowls in one meal. At that time, my father always said about me, that the Zhao family was full of scholars, why did I become such an idiot, but now... it is not as good as the starling I fed back then, and my father has been away for nearly 30 years. "

Yan Shu hummed, but didn't answer, because he couldn't answer. When an old man in his twilight years talked about his father's generation, it was the last time he could be a child in this life.

The wheelchair moved forward slowly, but the old Zhao Xiang suddenly raised his head and said to Yan Shu: "I haven't seen the Empress Dowager for a long time, and I don't know how the old man is. When the Taizu Dynasty was in power, the Empress Dowager liked it." Me, always bring me some royal pastries."

Zhao Xiang talked a lot today, but it was a bit embarrassing, because the empress dowager had been gone for many years without knowing it.

"When you feel better, I will go with you to visit her old man in the palace." Yan Shu said with a smile: "If you see the Empress Dowager in this state, she will feel that she is too old .”

"Well, it's not okay to look like this." Zhao Xiang lowered his hand slowly, and his tone became lower: "I'm afraid it won't get better."

"Don't worry, you will definitely get better."

Zhao Xiang became silent, and just as they continued to move forward, they heard a loud shout from the side: "Lao Tzu is [-] and [-]! It's a deal!"

Yan Shu felt that the voice was familiar, and when he turned his head to look, he happened to meet the bluffing person.

"Hold……"

Yan Shu cursed secretly, it turned out that this person was none other than Zhao Xing who sneaked out of the palace, the one who said he was going to Nanchang Mansion to inspect work.

At this moment, Zhao Xing was wearing common clothes, one foot was on the stool, and he was still holding the unrecognizable chicken in his hand. He looked at Yan Shu, and Yan Shu also looked at him, and the two fell silent for a moment.

"I don't want the money anymore." Mr. Zhao pushed the cards: "I don't want to play anymore, you play by yourself."

After speaking, he walked slowly to Yan Shu with his hands behind his back and his chin raised, and coughed deliberately.

"official……"

"Official fart." Zhao Xing stared, "I, Zhao San'er."

"Third Master..." Yan Shu pursed his lips and shouted reluctantly, but when he was about to speak, he saw Zhao Xing walking around in front of Zhao Xiang.

"Isn't this Prime Minister Zhao? Are you feeling better recently?"

Zhao Xiang raised his head and tried his best to identify the person in front of him. After looking for a while, he couldn't recognize him. Instead, he turned his head and looked at Yan Shu as if asking for help.

"This is the son of the Zhao family." Yan Shu said loudly, "He is an official in the same dynasty as me."

"There is no surname Zhao in the court. I remember that there were a few surnamed Zhao at the beginning, and they all died later. Only me and the official family surnamed Zhao are left." Zhao Xiang's face was full of suspicion, and then he said with relief: "But after all these years, it's not surprising that there are more."

Zhao Xing looked at Yan Shu curiously, Yan Shu pursed his lips and shrugged.

Of course, although Zhao Xing was stubborn and self-willed, he was also a very smart person after all, so he naturally understood what was going on.

For a moment, I couldn't help feeling a little bit embarrassed. The most powerful prime minister in the Song Dynasty has become like this now. The docile Xiangguo who was once able to manipulate the entire court... After all, he can't hide from time tease.

"Pity."

"Yeah, when I was the fourth prime minister, my life was much easier." Yan Shu smiled wryly: "Now the burden is on me and Prime Minister Ding."

"Don't tell me this, I won't accept your tricks." Zhao Xing walked beside Yan Shu and whispered, "Why don't you come here in Jinling?"

Yan Shu laughed dryly: "Aren't some people supposed to be in Nanchang Mansion?"

Zhao Xing was at a loss for words for a while, and the two of them were embarrassed at the same time, so the topic was brought up tacitly.

Back at the resting place, Yan Shu realized that Zhao Xing lived not far from him, only about thirty steps away, in the garden directly opposite the door.

And there were only three guards beside him, and the rest were gone.

"Don't look for it, I just brought three."

Leaning under the vine in the small courtyard, Zhao Xing lazily went to the bench and raised his legs: "There is no one here, give me an explanation."

"Prime Minister Zhao's death is approaching, and he is clamoring to go back to Luoyang." Yan Shu propped his hands on his knees and sighed, "That's the capital of the Liao Kingdom, how could I let him go. So I found an excuse and brought him out. Take it easy."

"Want to relax here?"

"Go and see the port of Haizhou. I heard that the big ships there are magnificent. And the old man may feel less depressed when he looks at the sea."

"Hey... my Zhao Xiang." Zhao Xing couldn't help but sighed with emotion: "Then you still bring your wife and children?"

"On the way...if Prime Minister Zhao dies, won't his daughter's grandson even be able to see him for the last time?"

Zhao Xing chuckled: "If you want to talk about watertightness, it's still Tongshu, you're watertight."

For a moment, Yan Shu couldn't tell whether he was praising him or scolding him, but he probably scolded him.

But in fact, it doesn't matter, after all, everyone is right and wrong, and it is not a good thing, so there is no need to compete in this respect.

"Where are the officials? Hongzhou is not close to here."

"Go to Haizhou, it's meaningless in the palace. I'll let the imperial concubine go to Chang'an to visit the prince, and let the queen go back to Bashu to visit the parents. Shall I... go to Haizhou to visit the dog."

Yan Shu had an expression of "As expected", because this is indeed Zhao Xing's style, this guy... is really a wonderful boss, if this is a troubled world, he must be a big fool, but unfortunately With his appearance, he has become the benchmark of Mingjun in this era.

How about the good fortune of the times, even a pig standing on the cusp can fly into the sky, let alone an emperor.

"Since we meet, let's go together." Zhao Xing shook his foot and said, "When I see Song Gou, I will say that Prime Minister Zhao is no good, and I want to come over to see him. As a son-in-law, you will naturally come. In fact, it's also a matter of thinking about the monarch and his ministers, and we are going to say goodbye in the end, and we are going to see you off after all."

"Are you afraid of being scolded?"

"Being scolded? Who dares? He Song Beiyun dares to scold me?"

What Zhao Xing said made him feel guilty, even after being brave for a while, he stopped being stubborn. Anyway, he must be relying on Yan Shu for this journey, and he has no reason to worry.

After setting off, because he had to take care of Zhao Xiang's body, he still stopped and walked, and Zhao Xing still stopped and played wherever he went. The emperor is not the emperor, for him, it is not as happy as such a prodigal son. .

Going to restaurants to make things difficult for people during the day, and going to underground casinos to lose everything at night, these are the things Zhao Xing loves to do most.

If he doesn't lose ten times a day, he feels that there is something shortcoming. Yan Shu didn't stop him. After all, it's harmless for an emperor to spend a little money every day. At least he didn't go to build a palace, let alone The whole country calls for beauty contests.

No. On the 17th day, they finally arrived at the boundary of Lianyungang. Zhao Xing rolled up his sleeves and looked at the long white sails on the harbor in the distance, and heaved a sigh of relief: "My Lord is back again!"

And Yan Shu stood half a step behind him and asked, "What happened to that Zi Shibu you just said?"

"Song Gou disgusted me enough, I asked him to take a beauty contest, didn't he send Zi Shibu back to Jinling?"

"I know this."

"I'll give her back to Song Dog!" Zhao Xing spat on the ground, "I asked someone to tell him that Song Beiyun was going to send troops to attack Japan. I can't help it. You should ask him yourself. She is already in Jinling. We If the day is delayed, she should arrive before us."

Yan Shu's expression gradually turned ferocious: "Official...you..."

Not to mention, what Zhao Xing said was accurate, Zi Shibu has indeed arrived now, but because she does not have the household registration of Da Song, she is not allowed to enter Lianyungang Port, so she can only live in a small town outside the port, waiting for Song Beiyun to announce her entry every day.

But it has been seven days, but she still hasn't heard from Song Beiyun. She just watches the ships coming and going at the port every day, and every day in her dream, she sees her hometown being shot by that Song dog.

But today, she finally got the news from Song Beiyun, so she put on the most luxurious dress and went to see Song Beiyun as a Japanese envoy.

When the two met, they stared at each other for a long time, and checked the information of both sides... Only then did Zi Shibu realize that he had been deceived by Zhao Xing, and Song Beiyun also understood that it was Zhao Xing who stuffed this Japanese girl again in order to get revenge on him. Back to Jinling City.

"Zhao Xing of Dog Day."

Song Beiyun cursed loudly.

"Who the hell wants to fuck me?"

When the voice came from the door, the veins on Song Beiyun's forehead suddenly burst, but the next second he saw Yan Shu and Zhao Xiang in the wheelchair.

After waiting for a while, Zhao Xing poked his head out from the door: "I heard that someone wants to fuck me? Here I am, let me see if you fuck me."

Song Beiyun kept looking at him, indicating that Zi Shibu was still sitting there.

Murasaki Shikibu is at a loss now...

"Ouch..." Zhao Xing was also taken aback when he saw her, then quickly recovered, coughed twice and said, "So there are still guests, isn't this Chang'an Star?"

Zi Shibu gritted her teeth tightly, but she knew that joking among these few people could be unscrupulous, but she couldn't make any mistakes.So she stood up and gently knelt down in front of Zhao Xing: "My envoy, the Fujiwara family kowtowed to His Majesty the Emperor of Song Dynasty, long live, long live, long live, His Majesty..."

"Long live the emperor, no emperor can live forever." Zhao Xing went to Song Beiyun's seat and sat down, picked up his tea and took a sip: "Long live the people! Do you understand?"

Chapter 835, June 6, 21

A year passed in a blink of an eye, and it was a year ago that Zhao Xing came and left last time.

It seems that when a person reaches a certain age, life passes quickly. In the capital, you don't feel it, and the day is over when you wander around, but when you come to Haizhou Port, you can feel the time flies.

At this time last year, the port was full of dust and the sound of the ground being pounded all night long, but at this time this year, a new city was seen rising from the ground.

"How fast the days go by."

Zhao Xing sighed, raised his finger and pointed into the distance: "Where is that place?"

"That's the lighthouse."

"Go! Take me to have a look."

Song Beiyun turned his head and glanced at Yan Shu and Zi Shibu. Seeing their appearance, he also wanted to take a look at them. If that's the case, let's go and take a look.

A group of people came under the lighthouse, but when they looked up, they were all amazed. When they were in the distance, they only felt that this place stood out from the crowd, but they never thought that it was so high and so big. The majesty of the sea.

Going up around the lighthouse, it took more than ten minutes to reach the top of the lighthouse. Zi Shibu leaned against the wall with a pale face and dared not look down, while Zhao Xing opened his arms against the strong sea wind. , let out the sound of an ape happily.

"Comfortable! I feel the vastness of the world. No matter this river or that river, it is not as good as this vast sea."

Yan Shu stood there but didn't look at the sea, but turned his back to look at the Haizhou Port below, no... it is now called Lianyungang, the first port of the Song Dynasty.

Originally, it was just a small port area, but now it has been extending outward, extending to the other side of the mountain, and the boundary is not even visible.

Compared with other places, the appearance of this place seems to be a city from another world that no one has imagined.

"I have nothing to do here, so I just think about the novels written by those scholars." Song Beiyun walked to Yan Shu's side and put it on his shoulder: "I found a problem in it, and this problem will definitely be something that restricts thinking in the future. "

"You just read idle books, but tell me what you think of."

Song Beiyun leaned on the railing and looked at Lianyungang under his feet: "Do you think the future will be better or the past will be better."

"Nature is the future."

"Yes, I think so too." Song Beiyun laughed: "There are stories in the future that none of us have thought of."

"What are you going to say?"

Song Beiyun was silent for a moment: "We still haven't given the people confidence. We need an unprecedented war, a war that we won thoroughly."

"What do you say? You, a guy who keeps saying you want peace, will say such a thing."

"Have you read those idle books? There are many types in them, but they all have a consensus. In mythology, magic weapons are good ten thousand years ago. In anecdotes, officials are good in Tang Dynasty. In biographies, people from all walks of life are good. Everyone is a good sage. Even his mother’s made-up miscellaneous notes talk about how advanced it was before, but it’s just lost.”

Yan Shu laughed: "You even care about this? You are too aggressive."

"Laugh again, if you think carefully about why this happened, can you still laugh?" Song Beiyun patted the railing: "Indeed, it's normal to miss the past, but beauty must be in the future, if you don't look forward Eyes, this nation will lose its imagination, and it is a terrible thing to lose its imagination. This is an ideological thing, and it needs to be guided by you people."

"What do we call us..."

"It's someone who thinks about people all day." Song Beiyun sighed: "There is nothing in the world that can reach the sky in one step. Now all the technologies are based on countless people's groping out of the existing laws, just like casting technology. , the current casting technology can already make fish-scale iron armor with exactly the same specifications, but the fish-scale armor can no longer withstand the impact of muskets, and it has been eliminated. Can you say that the armor casting technology 30 years ago is better than it is now? You need to guide these things, and you have to instill these things into the people bit by bit.”

"Oh... That's true." Yan Shu chuckled lightly: "The atmosphere in the market is really bad now, and I've heard that many people are actually nostalgic for the era when they didn't have enough to eat."

At this time, Zhao Xing came up together: "What are you talking about?"

"Talk about monkeys." Song Beiyun said angrily.

It was Yan Shu who told Zhao Xing the whole story, but Zhao Xing laughed after hearing it: "I ask you, 20 years ago, you were lying at home, eating and waiting to die, and you could become officials if you were a fool." And today, 20 years later, you have to compete with those dirty things you look down on, and you may not win the competition, will you miss the past? "

Song Beiyun turned his head to look at Zhao Xing: "Hey, what you said opened up my mind."

"I've seen too many people like this, complaining to the Lord all day long, saying that it's not good here, it's not good there, to put it bluntly, it's just not good for them. They can't get what they have ready-made. It's full." Zhao Xing pinched a gap between his index finger and thumb: "There are only so many of these people stacked together. I don't know what you are worried about."