Song Beiyun

"oops……"

Seeing this scene, Song Beiyun patted his face with one hand, and Zi Shibu next to him asked curiously, "What's wrong? All of a sudden."

"Look at Wuyou... This is not what a delicate girl should do. This is a pink female orangutan."

There were doubts in Zi Shibu's eyes, and Song Beiyun explained the cause and effect of the matter in this way, so she understood it.But soon she shook her head and said, "It's not fair. This is torture, which tortures everyone's humanity. And your sister is a little girl who doesn't know much about the world. How can you let her compete with that Persian cat?"

"And she just pried the bottle cap, right?" Song Beiyun lay down again, raised his legs and said, "There is something wrong with this statement. If you really like someone, at least you can avoid ignoring her in front of her." .Just like when I was young, I was quite philandering, but at least I won’t neglect Sister Qiaoyun just because I met Jin Ling’er. But now look over there.”

Sure enough, the current state of Persian cats is very strange. Some people completely ignore their female companions and talk happily with Persian cats. Part of the time is still spent on the girls around me.

"What do you think a man is, in fact, a man is not as good as you think, but he is not so bad." Song Beiyun said lazily: "The biggest problem with a woman like you is that she is more self-righteous, and it is easy to be self-righteous under the perspective of self-righteousness. It’s okay for us ordinary people to generalize. It’s a matter of our vision, but you are a teacher, you can’t.”

Hearing Song Beiyun say that he was an ordinary person, Zi Shibu was as disgusting as a fly that flew into his mouth and was chewed up by her...

Are there such ordinary people in the world?Is there still a king's law?Is there a law?

Soon Wuyou felt bored, she got up and came to Song Beiyun's side, regardless of whether he was talking to Zi Shibu, and complained when he came up: "It's boring, it's not as interesting as chatting with senior brother."

"Are you interested? Put it aside, what did you do just now?" Song Beiyun said angrily, "I can see you just pulled out the cap of that glass bottle."

"It's pretty tight."

Song Beiyun was at a loss for words...but he didn't know how to continue.On the contrary, Zi Shibu also took out a bottle of canned food from his picnic basket with curiosity on his face, and handed it to Wuyou: "How about a show?"

"Who is this?" Wuyou asked curiously: "Brother, did you find a new sister-in-law?"

"Bullshit."

Zi Shibu also raised his hair in embarrassment, and squinted at Song Beiyun: "I missed the best season."

"Hey, what do you mean by that? It's as if you had a chance before."

"bang"

With a muffled sound, she pulled out the can in Wuyou's hand again, and Zi Shibu was stunned. It was the first time she saw someone with such power...and this person was a girl, look A pretty girl.

"You, you!" Song Beiyun said bitterly, "Can't you unscrew it properly?"

"I'm waiting for the sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes, unscrew it? Who do senior brothers look down on?"

Zi Shibu took a breath, and changed his gender silently in his heart. If he were a man, seeing a girl like this... no matter how beautiful she was, I would probably shy away.

"Brother, it's so boring. Let me tell you some stories."

"What do you want to hear?" Song Beiyun took the canned fruit from Zi Shibu and put it in his mouth: "Why are you still acting like a child?"

"I want to listen to ghosts and ghosts. Last time you said that the woman hitchhiking was very nice. It scared me to death."

"Silverback gorillas don't deserve to have fear." Song Beiyun thought for a while, "Then let me tell a story about a corpse smell this time."

Upon hearing this, Wuyou immediately sat up and leaned in the direction of Zi Shibu, his face full of anticipation.

Before Song Beiyun could start talking, a sudden gust of fragrant wind hit him, and he looked back to find that the Persian cat was also coming.

"Little men are really boring." The Persian cat lay directly on Zi Shibu's lap: "Old men are interesting, talk and talk, I want to listen."

Song Beiyun felt that the current atmosphere was very strange, because at first he just lay down and basked in the sun, but before he knew it, all the best girls in the audience gathered beside him.

He didn't know why, but it was definitely a public enemy.

Whether he cared or not, he was really curious about why.

Song Beiyun would tell horror stories to his family when he had nothing to do, but he would not compile such stories into novels, because it was too real and frightening to write in his writing style, and it would become a lot of urban legends when they spread out. Some people even use this kind of story to do evil.

In fact, there are templates for telling horror stories. For example, the story of the woman hitchhiking is about a coachman who picked up a woman who came home at night on the road, and then found the driver dead on the side of the road the next day, and the flesh on his body was rotten. up.

This is a fake story, but to make it sound real, you need to put a reasonable shell in the framework of this story, such as accurate to a certain city, a certain road, a certain person, and then the background must be dark night, with some wind and rain Even better, the result of adding virtual women and openness to such a real background is ultimately the source of fear in urban legends.

There are also stories of the same kind, such as the story of No. [-] Zhuque Street in Chang'an. According to urban legend, No. [-] Zhuque Street existed in the Tang Dynasty. Wen said this and that for fun, and said it in a very bizarre way.Then the house was abandoned, the door was locked, and every resident who lived in would hear horrible noises in the middle of the night.

But in fact, No. [-] Zhuque Street is Song Beiyun's home... It's just that he doesn't live there and lives in the Princess Mansion!Shit Zhu Wen killed people, that place was originally an old house of Tang nobles, and later they sold the house to the government, No. [-] Zhuque Avenue is the home of Kuang Yusheng, No. [-] is the home of Chang'an City Defense General Pei Yulong, No. [-] No. [-] is the resettlement property of the old man of Zhejia, No. [-] is the residence of the King of Xixia in Chang'an, No. [-] to No. [-] is the royal garden!

Where did the ghost come from!

But people like to hear it, so urban legends naturally come out, and Song Beiyun, who is well versed in it, creates stories based on such a framework. He can write more than 800 ghost stories a day.

But the girls don't care about that, it's enough for them to be scared and cute, so girls of any age will follow Song Beiyun's tricks.

At the beginning, these three people were still listening and scared, but there were more and more people later on, and most of them were girls. They sat there huddled together, all of them looked scared and wanted to listen.

How else can I say that girls are the cutest little animals in the world, they are about to cry from fright, but their eyes are filled with anticipation.

The girls gathered together, and in the eyes of the boys, Song Beiyun was a heinous bastard.

They wished they could rush up and kill Song Beiyun with a single blow, but they were also worried about getting a bad reputation.

So the little boys without girls got together and chatted for a while, and then someone suggested that since it was a spring outing, it would be better to write some poems and songs to add to the fun.

Their voices were very loud, and they thought they could win back the girl's heart, but who would have thought that now those younger sisters are immersed in the atmosphere of fear of "that woman smells like carrion and corpse", and they are very interested in poetry and songs. Totally lost interest.

After a story was told, they obviously didn't want to finish it. All kinds of coquettishness asked Song Beiyun to say a few more paragraphs. The girls were not acting coquettishly, they were just acting coquettishly, and they thought that Song Beiyun was older and well-dressed, with an elegant temperament And noble, so the favorability can be said to be directly full.

"Take a break, I'm a little tired too, isn't there a poetry competition over there, you guys go over and have fun."

In this way, the girls left resentfully. After the girls dispersed, Zi Shibu felt emotional: "You are really capable. You can easily do things that they can't do."

"What kind of ability is this?" Song Beiyun drank his saliva: "Old men also have the advantages of old men, and I'm not that old. Let's go and watch their poetry conference. Speaking of which, I knew Jin Ling back then It also started from the poetry conference."

Chapter 873: Sunny May 4, Ten Years

"Tubo sent envoys to discuss the marriage with us in Song Dynasty."

A memorial from the Honglu Temple completely confused Zhao Xing. He had a toothache for the past two days, and when he heard the news, he came up angrily.

"You tell me again? Marriage? Did I hear you right?"

"Going back to the official's house... that's true, the Tubo credential is on the way, and the envoy arrives first."

Zhao Xing rested his chin on one hand and looked at the Honglu official below: "What do they want to eat?"

"The envoy said: Tubo and the Great Song Dynasty have been friends for generations, why not strike while the iron is hot and reforge the alliance of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. I, Tubo, Zanpu, would like to marry the princess of the Great Song Dynasty and call him a minister of the Song Dynasty."

"Fucking shit!" Zhao Xing refused straight away: "Go back and tell them that I don't have time to deal with you Tubo right now. In my hands, you can be ministers if you want to, and ministers if you don't want to." Just honestly occupying the mountain as the king, there is no way to marry a princess, and the Song Dynasty does not lack your Tubo princesses. While I, the Song Dynasty, is still reasoning with you, don't jump, or Song Beiyun will come to talk to you next time talk."

The official of Honglu Temple was in a cold sweat. As a foreign affairs agency, how could he not know what Song Beiyun represented in his diplomatic rhetoric?It's just that they don't talk about reasoning. Now the diplomats of the Song Dynasty have learned that whenever they encounter things that they can't agree on outside, they usually say "Then if this is the case, your country will wait for Master Song Beiyun Song to come and talk to you." ", usually such a sentence can solve 90.00% of the five problems in the world, and the remaining 5.00% will basically be solved in two days.

In other words, the three words Song Beiyun have become the "don't say that you don't predict what you say" in the diplomatic edict of the Song Dynasty.

This matter was originally against the rules, but everyone from the emperor down to the officials felt that these three words were better than any coercion and temptation, so a subtle rule was formed, that is, to sacrifice directly when there is no talk. Song Beiyun came out, and at this time the other party also knew that he had almost reached the bottom of Da Song. In order to ensure that Da Song would not take the lead in using Song Beiyun, the two sides would soon hit it off.

During this period of time, Tubo was a little bit jumpy, because a few years ago, because of the uneven distribution of spoils, several tribes got into a ball, mainly because they couldn't agree on trade issues such as Tubo's yak meat and highland barley. Everyone wants to do more business with Da Song, but Da Song's order limit is only so many every year, and the single-handed hunger marketing has tossed Tubo to pieces.

Now it’s finally hard because Song Liao’s orders have increased, and everyone can breathe a sigh of relief, so they seize the time to squeeze Da Song like before, and use Song’s influence to integrate Tubo.

You must know that at this juncture, whoever wins the princess of the Song Dynasty from the various tribes of Tubo wins the world, and these Zanpus are trying their best to get one and a half princesses from the Song Dynasty back.

But who knew Song Huang's attitude was so firm...

"Long live my emperor said: The women of the Song Dynasty do not marry foreigners, and the men of the Song Dynasty do not marry foreigners. The Tubo Dynasty was Tubo, and the Song Dynasty did not get along with each other. I hope you will respect yourself and don't bring up this issue again, otherwise next time The person contacting you is Song Beiyun and Song Shaobao."

Hearing the three words Song Beiyun, the Tubo envoy was covered in white sweat at that time. Although Song Beiyun did not personally pass through Tubo, his reputation had spread throughout the plateau along with the exiled tribes in the grassland. The door god is also a demon god of a foreign race. When it is his turn to show up, the country standing opposite him will have half his life.

But the Tubo envoys were still somewhat unwilling to give up. They still wanted to fight for the last hope, so they put aside the issue of marriage and turned to intermarriage between the two races.

The news spread to Zhao Xing, Zhao Xing didn't even lift his head, and said casually: "Intermarriage is fine, but the heirs need to get Chinese names, learn Chinese characters, and register in Chinese. If a Han woman marries a Tubo man, the tax will be doubled. If a man marries a Tubo woman, he will be exempted from all taxes, and each couple will be compensated thirty guan."

"This……"

"What is this? They can still choose now. Whether they will be able to choose in the future is still a question. If they negotiate conditions again, it will be shameless." Zhao Xing threw down his pen: "I don't want to be with someone who is still using slaves." The barbarians waste their time talking, they don’t deserve it. Go ahead and say it, if you want Da Song to give them a good face, first abolish their barbaric serfdom, otherwise you can either just accept the conditions like this, or just shut up and pay tribute every year.”

"I understand."

Sitting there, Zhao Xing sighed after watching the Honglu Temple officials leave: "Zhao Xing should be in the water... I don't know what Song Dog is doing."

He really wants to go out to play, no matter whether he goes to Chang'an or Lianyungang, he can go to Lianyungang to see the big ship he is thinking of, and go to Chang'an to find Song Gou to have a good time.

But when he thought about Song Gou being happy now and he had to commute to and from get off work on time every day, Zhao Xing felt inexplicably wronged and irritable in his heart.

But it really can’t be done. There are still many things in the capital. This year’s spring plowing will be nearly 20 days later than in previous years. If there is a slight accident, something will happen to this year’s harvest. The section of Huizhou started to flood again, and it can be said that the whole south is in a mess, and Zhao Xing had to personally ask about the disaster relief.

Not to mention the seed planting at the Agricultural College, anyway, there are too many things...

Now he can only suppress his nausea and continue to suffer in this boring palace.

"Song Dog, you should be struck by lightning!" Zhao Xing cursed angrily.

At this moment, Song Gou, who was supposed to be struck by lightning, was standing next to a group of young teenagers, with the warm sunshine above his head and the gentle spring breeze beside him. He didn't have to go to work, and he was as happy as a spring bamboo shoot after the rain, so happy that he swayed with the wind.

"Brother, what are you shaking?"

"When I think that bastard Zhao Xing must be sitting in the dark upper study room and discussing how to deal with the tribute with a group of bald middle-aged people, I will be furious. I feel very happy." Song Beiyun smiled happily. After laughing He let out a long sigh: "If you don't believe me, look up, God will forgive you. By the way, it must be raining in Jinling this season, tick-tock, damp, the quilt is damp, the underwear is damp, and even the paper on the table It's all damp, and it seems like you can wring out water if you twist it."

Wuyou shuddered when she heard such a description. As a native of the Central Plains, she felt uncomfortable when she thought of the damp spring in the south.

Every April to May is the time when envoys from various countries pay tribute. Song Beiyun has a taste of the smell of those envoys. Although they cannot be said to be dirty, after all, they must be cleaned up when they see the emperor of Shangguo. The smell of the kitchen can not be solved by cleaning alone.

I especially remember that one year Song Beiyun received envoys from 36 countries in the Western Regions, Dashi and other places. Those people were clearly dressed up, but they still had a smell on their bodies, which was not as good as a Persian cat.

Some have strong mutton smell, some have choking cumin, some have hot-eyed cow show, and some even have a smell of urine, oops... At that time in that room, my eyes were so smoky that I couldn’t keep my eyes open. , When you open the window, you can feel a puff of black smoke coming out.

Thinking of Zhao Xing's dog being surrounded by such a group of people, Song Beiyun's heart was as sweet as eating honey.

"Brother, why don't you come and play together?"

While Song Beiyun was watching the fun, suddenly a handsome young man came up to him and winked at him and said, "The one who saw my brother beaming happily just now must be very talented."

"No, no, no." Song Beiyun waved his hands repeatedly and said, "I just came to watch the excitement, and I really don't have to make a fool of myself because of my limited talents."

His words aroused the first kind of booing from the teenagers, and someone shouted loudly: "Brother, don't belittle yourself, everyone saw it when you were eloquent just now."

Come on, the little boy is jealous.

Song Beiyun laughed loudly, but he didn't care. Boys are so cute when they are jealous, and their aggressive and exclusive nature makes people find it extremely interesting.

"It's really not, you guys think about the Cipai first, I'll go over there and buy something for everyone to quench their thirst."

Song Beiyun left, but Wuyou followed immediately, and said indignantly: "Brother, they have said that about you, why don't you give them some color?"

"Silly girl."

Song Beiyun flicked her on the head and laughed lightly: "If I were still in my teens, I definitely couldn't bear it, but I'm 30 years old. In my opinion, they are who I used to be. Who would follow me?" It’s your own anger. Teenagers’ petty thoughts are cute, they will be jealous over trivial matters, and feel angry because they are robbed of the limelight, but they are just dissatisfied, and teenagers should be like this.”

Coming to the small stall outside the park, Song Beiyun packed all the drinks on the small stall. Because of the widespread promotion and popularization of sugar, white sugar and brown sugar are no longer luxury goods for rich people. Wang Xietangqianyan who entered the home of ordinary people.The wisdom of the working people is always unfathomable. After the availability of sugar, beverages naturally became popular.

Just like this beverage made of cherry blossoms, sugar and mint, the taste is particularly bright and colorful, and it is very popular among girls. The milk tea in the grassland has also changed from salt to sugar, and it also adds sweet potato flour. The small balls are simply magical drinks tailored for girls.

Song Beiyun packed up all the drinks and even the carts that sold things in his sights, and he and Wuyou pushed a cart to the park.

"Hahaha, brother, you are so cute." Wuyou pushed the cart and looked at Song Beiyun: "There is no one like you."

"When you come out to play, you have to be happy first." Song Beiyun took a sip of milk tea: "It's sunny here, so don't make things difficult for yourself."

Back at the original spot, those teenagers were racking their brains to think of words, while Song Beiyun was making them drinks bowl by bowl.

It's just that when Li Qin saw Song Beiyun who was busy there and Wuyou who was busy beside him, his eyes were a little strange.

Eat people's mouth is soft, this principle has not changed since ancient times, and the young man's mind is not so much, after taking Song Beiyun's drink, he thanked them one by one, and most of the original resentment had already dissipated.

"Amazing."

Zi Shibu stepped forward, took a sip of a cup of cherry blossom tea, and looked at Song Beiyun with a smile: "I was still wondering what you would do with it, so it was a waste of money."

"Hahahaha..." Song Beiyun leaned against the tree, took a bowl and drank the milk tea in one gulp: "Everyone come out to play, just have fun, the smell of gunpowder is too strong, and people will laugh at you."

"Aren't you going to fill in one? It's just Linjiang Immortal. You must be fine."

Zi Shibu couldn't stop complaining, because to her, those young people's writings were all exaggerated and empty things, and it was a compliment to say that they were unsightly.

And she spent a lot of money to buy Song Beiyun's manuscript, and that manuscript is still treasured at home, and she will take it out to look through it from time to time. Now that she has met Song Beiyun himself, she is very much looking forward to seeing Song Beiyun's new work .

"How deep is the courtyard, and the spring is late in the cloud window and fog pavilion?"

"What about the back?" Zi Shibu's eyes widened, and he hurriedly asked, "You must have thought it all over, right! Tell me quickly."

"No, hahahahahahaha..."

Zi Shibu was very uncomfortable. Although there were only two sentences, it was a good taste to taste a little bit, but he lost his head...

"You're going to kill me!" Zi Shibu stomped, "Please, give it to me."

"You're so obscene." Song Beiyun picked up a piece of cherry blossom cake and ate it next to the tree: "It's really gone, just these two sentences, I won't remember later."

"You did it on purpose!"

Zi Shibu was very angry, but she knew that no matter what she did, it was impossible for Song Beiyun to continue reading, so she was quite uncomfortable.