Song Beiyun

It's so heartless... Han Qi sighed helplessly.

After Song Beiyun arranged things in a circle and then told Zhao Hehe and the coaches at all levels of the strategic thinking, he returned to Chang'an with Miaoyan.

On the way, Miao Yan advised him to go and see Fo Baonu first, because Fo Baonu must be in poor condition now, and he might want to do something stupid.

But when they went to see Fobaonu, they were rejected by the Wannian Palace...they wouldn't let them in.

"I'm warning you." Song Beiyun pointed at the chief guard, "Don't be shameless."

The chief guard was about to cry, and he knelt down to Song Beiyun: "Your Majesty said no...I let you in, it's my life."

Song Beiyun crossed his arms and thought for a while: "Find me a ladder, and I'll climb it myself."

"Ouch...Master Song, let the little one go, Your Majesty said he didn't see you, I really don't see you..."

Song Beiyun was silent for a moment, and waved at him: "You just say... the crown prince was exhausted on the way here, and fell ill in the princess mansion. He said it was me who sent the news, so it might not work. He wants to see his mother."

"This... His Majesty can believe it?"

"You fucking care about so much, let you say so and say so."

In less than half an hour, Fo Baonu killed the Princess Mansion, she really believed it...

Maybe it's because caring makes chaos, anyway, it's the same as a liar lying to an old lady that her son was hit by a car on the road, and it's basically the same as cheating money.There is no room for rationality in a mother's affection for her child.

"Song Beiyun, I'll kill you!"

When he realized that he had been cheated, Fo Baonu picked up his sword and killed Song Beiyun.

"Hey, calm down, calm down. The children are watching."

Looking back, Fo Baonu saw that his brothers and sisters were standing in a row with their little daughters and watched him chase and kill their father... So he threw the sword in his hand on the ground in resentment, turned around and walked away.

"Good job!" Song Beiyun gave a thumbs up to a group of little ones, praised him, and then chased them out.

"Okay, okay, why are you still angry?" Song Beiyun caught up with Fo Baonu and grabbed her arm: "Isn't it just forcing you to abdicate, what a big deal."

Fo Baonu's silver teeth were about to be crushed, and he turned around and gave Song Beiyun a vicious look, obviously not wanting to talk to him.

"This is also a good thing." Song Beiyun hugged Fo Baonu's waist from behind, and was on the road: "This way we don't have to sneak around."

"Go away!"

Fo Baonu thumped Song Beiyun's chest with his elbow, and there was a cracking sound, and there was a burst of severe pain. Song Beiyun's body froze, and he froze in place.

Fo Baonu also felt something was wrong, turned around and asked, "Broken?"

With a pale face, Song Beiyun covered his fourth rib and pressed it. The severe pain made him gasp, and then he nodded silently...

Chapter 902: Sunny January 17, 10

He was almost 40 years old, and he really couldn't bear the blow of such a bird of prey. Song Beiyun, who was lying on the bed with a splint, suddenly realized that he was no longer young, and he was no longer the young man who could fly on the ground and turn over with a kite.

Fo Baonu's angry blow broke two ribs. After all, it was that strange woman who galloped all over the world and was almost a wolf.

However, Song Beiyun was not wronged. He coerced Buddha Baonu to retire without any discussion with her. Although he promised to guarantee his son's ascension to the throne, the problem is that everything is suddenly interrupted. Who can guarantee the current stability of Liao Kingdom?

Song Beiyun said he was coming, but after all, it was the Liao Kingdom, not his Beiyun Kingdom.And that throne is Fo Baonu's lifelong obsession and appeal. She turned herself into an orphan in order to protect herself and the throne, but this position was lost at the moment just because of one sentence.

She felt that Song Beiyun would use this opportunity to push Song to annex Liao, and if that was the case, she would fight desperately.

"Oh, if you say no, you won't. This requires a long period of coordination. Unification must be unification, but it doesn't necessarily need to be in my hands. It depends on what my son means." Song Beiyun lay on the bed and looked at the deep resentment. Fo Baonu: "You are not too young, why can't you enlarge the layout."

"It's going to be a big deal if I stab you to death with a knife now." Fo Baonu put his hands on his knees, with a very displeased expression: "And what's going on with you now? You're injured like this."

"I haven't practiced for ten years, sister. I'm different from you. I don't have so much time to dance with knives and guns. You know how busy I have been in the past ten years." Song Beiyun held his chest and breathed carefully: "Are you satisfied now?"

Fo Baonu looked at Song Beiyun's white hair, and she also felt a little... some unknown emotion.In a trance, she returned to the city of Hangzhou back then, and saw that high-spirited young man, that was the place where they first met, and it was also because of the person in front of her that she came to where she is today.

At that time, she was still the "big prince", with a frivolous temperament and a dissolute style, but only after getting to know the guy in front of her did she realize that there really are people beyond the heavens and humans.

And this person whom she has looked up to all her life, now has gray hair and vicissitudes, and his eyes are no longer clear and bright as before, and he is much less clever and eccentric and less passionate.

"You're old too."

Fo Baonu stretched out his hand to stroke the white hair on Song Beiyun's forehead, and sighed quietly, with unconcealable sadness in his tone.

"Yes, yes, hurry up." Song Beiyun struggled to get up: "Get the hair cream, I have to dye it black quickly, and Aunt Hong will be here later."

Fo Baonu asked puzzledly: "Why do you want to dye it? Don't you know how old you are?"

"I know it, but if Aunt Hong sees that my hair is still black, she will feel that she is not old yet." Song Beiyun took the hair cream from the maid and said, "Come on, Anu help me dye it."

Fo Baonu sighed, and dyed the white hair on Fo Baonu's temples into black little by little. He stood in front of the mirror with his hands on his chest and looked back and forth: "Tsk tsk, it's still so pretty."

Fo Baonu rolled his eyes: "You are really disgusting."

Not long after I said it, I heard a notification from outside that Aunt Hong was coming. Fo Baonu led Aunt Hong in. Seeing Song Beiyun's embarrassed appearance, she blamed her: "Why did you take such a long time? You're an adult, your son will be begging for a wife in two years, why are you so heartless?"

"Oh... I fell down, it will be fine in a few days." Song Beiyun lay there and said nonchalantly: "Aunt Hong, I want to eat three steamed bacon."

"Eat, you can eat anything." Aunt Hong tapped her cane a few times on the ground, then turned her head and said to Fo Baonu, "Anu, just stay here and take care of him, I'll go and cook the food."

"Aunt Hong, do you still cook it yourself? Just let the subordinate cook for him, and he is also worthy of you to cook for yourself?"

"Hey, he's a picky eater, and he's not used to other people's food."

Aunt Hong walked away slowly, but Fo Baonu complained when she came back: "Aunt Hong is already sixty, and you still let her cook, what's your conscience?"

"Your son comes back and wants to eat the food you cook, will you do it?"

"I won't." Fo Baonu spread his hands: "I really can't."

"Okay, you chatted to death."

Although Song Beiyun was injured here, the investigation work was carried out one after another. Under the auspices of Miaoyan, they first inquired about the records of the year. Although more than ten years have passed, Wannian Palace is after all an imperial palace, and all kinds of receipts and bills Still very specific.

So they found out that the imported telescope was a tribute from Geng Damo, who was then Minister of the Household Department.

But troublesome things came one after another... Geng Damo passed away seven years ago, although he also asked his nephew, but no one could remember where it came from.

At that time, Chang'an had long been an international city, and there were millions of businessmen coming and going every year. Finding such a person was simply more impractical than finding a needle in a haystack.

So all clues come to an abrupt end here.

There was no progress for a full ten days.

"Let's expand the scope a little more and post it directly, saying that anyone who knows this sign will be rewarded."

However, Song Beiyun's proposal was quickly rejected by Miaoyan. She thought that if this kind of thing was released rashly, there would be many problems. People who knew about this kind of thing would not take the initiative to show up, because they were afraid or even ran away.

Then it was Song Beiyun who was in trouble again. After thinking for a while, he turned his head and asked, "You are an emperor, what can you do?"

Fo Baonu, who was sitting on the carpet playing with his daughter the building blocks Song Beiyun bought, looked up at him indifferently: "I'm not worthy to be an emperor."

"She's still angry." Song Beiyun said helplessly to Miao Yan, "I've been angry for a long time."

"It's not as simple as being angry if it's me." Miao Yan shook his head and smiled, "You're too impulsive, the Liao Kingdom must be in a mess now."

"No, you have to trust Han Qi's ability, he is a master."

"Okay, let's not discuss this." Miaoyan looked at the copied pattern in front of her with her chin in her hand: "Would it be better if we can use non-governmental organizations to find it?"

Song Beiyun frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly straightened up: "It really is!"

Of course, the Tangbing Sect cannot be counted on. The only use of such a loose social welfare organization is to erode the stability of sects in other countries, but the problem is that Chang'an is a place with thousands of sects, so it is not a big problem to ask religion to help.

He first asked people to find the leaders of various religions together, distributed the things, and asked them to help find all clues about this pattern.

And that afternoon, the Persian cat came to ask for a meeting.

The Persian cat is now in her twenties, and she is becoming more and more beautiful. Because she is a saint, she is not allowed to marry in her life, so although there are many suitors, she is still a loner.

Seeing the Persian cat again, she looked carefully at Song Beiyun for a while and sighed, "Lord Song, I haven't seen you for a long, long time."

"It's only seven years." Song Beiyun smiled and said, "Sit down."

The Persian cat sat down, and then took out the pattern they were looking for from its pocket: "I got this thing from the head teacher in the morning. Is it what Master Song needs to look for?"

"Well, what? Any news?"

The Persian cat nodded: "When I first saw it, it looked familiar, and I thought I had seen it somewhere before. Later, I remembered that there was a blond and blue-eyed barbarian who posted this pattern everywhere, but no one listened to it because of the language barrier. Know what he's talking about."

Song Beiyun frowned, looking up and down at the Persian cat... the blue-eyed barbarian.

"It's not me, it's not me." The Persian cat waved its hand quickly: "It's a man, but it's definitely not a Persian. I can't understand what he said."

"How long ago?"

"Ten years? Yes, it should have been ten years. I just started that year, and my memory is still fresh." The Persian cat said decisively: "Afterwards, no one seemed to take it seriously, and no one remembered it anymore."

"Okay, you come with me."

Persian cat is a folk god, and she likes to spread information. Sometimes such a person is more informed than the official news.

After an afternoon of visits and investigations, Song Beiyun soon got definite news that this pattern had indeed appeared ten years ago, and it was posted everywhere by a lunatic.

But no one knew the whereabouts of that barbarian, neither his appearance nor his features nor his name.

But when he thought the clue was cut off again, things suddenly turned around. In a medical center in Chang'an Medical Center, an apprentice suddenly found Song Beiyun and told him that he had an impression of this barbarian.

It turned out that the barbarian was treated in their medical center back then, and the person who sent him to the medical center was Mr. Song's coachman, so the medical center attached great importance to this at that time, for fear of being slighted, that's why he was able to treat this matter like this focus on.

"My coachman?"

Song Beiyun was also stunned: "No way..."

"It's absolutely true, when Mr. Song's coachman brought him here, he just confessed that he wanted to cure the man, but at that time, the master said that the injury on the man's body was caused by the carriage and horses, and it should be the coachman who hit him. "

Having said that, Song Beiyun slapped his head at the time, and he finally remembered that a few hundred chapters ago, when he was going out one night, it seemed that a foreigner was hit by his car, but that was the night of the National People's Congress. Blocking a carriage is almost like seeking death.

Later, he personally ordered that person to be sent to the hospital...

Song Beiyun slapped his thigh in frustration: "Mom..."

"After the barbarian woke up, he started talking nonsense. We couldn't understand, so he drew the pattern of Mr. Song with paper and brushes. Although I was only 11 years old at the time, my memory was very deep."

Song Beiyun clenched his fists and continued to ask, "What about after that, where is that person?"

"Afterwards, it seems that the man was arrested by the city defense because he was too crazy. I don't know about it later..."

Hearing this, Song Beiyun immediately became passionate, and he immediately called the general of the city defense.

In the past ten years, the city defense force has changed several times, and even separated the duties of the city defense and the police once in the middle, but theoretically this record needs to be preserved forever.

"Go and flip."

In Song Beiyun's words, the people below are bound to lose their legs.There are a lot of people in Chang'an, and there are a lot of things. Big and small things, picking quarrels and provoking troubles happen every day, and Hu people accounted for about [-]% of them.

This was not a small project. The entire police office and city defense office were lit all night that night, and the tattered records were compared and checked carefully by them.

This kind of busyness continued until the noon of the second day, and finally found the record about this incident in these dusty records.

Then the police Yamen quickly presented this thing to Song Beiyun. The record on it was about ten years ago. The barbarian was locked up because he went crazy, and he was locked up for about two years before he was released. His crime was not so serious. However, he was mad and unable to understand the language, so the officer at the time saw that he was pitiful and locked him up for a few more days, allowing him to learn some skills in prison so that he could go out and have something to eat.

In this way, he was reformed through labor with others in the prison. After learning some techniques and some simple languages ​​during the period, he was released.

"Xiaguan is really not sure if he is still alive, even if he is alive... Xiaguan doesn't know if he is still in Chang'an City."

Song Beiyun frowned, and tapped on the table lightly: "Try to look for it, I'll wait for your good news, this person is very important, you must pay attention to it."

"Your Majesty understands."

The head of the police yamen understands the significance of this. What level of person is Song Beiyun now?To put it bluntly, he is not an emperor but an emperor. An emperor came down to investigate a matter in person. One can imagine the importance of this.

If he can handle this matter... wouldn't it be just around the corner?That's why the police yamen is very concerned about this matter. In the next few days, even a mouse in Chang'an will be interrogated by them...

And with such efforts, things finally ushered in a huge piece of good news.

Chapter 903: Sunny January 17, 10

The good news is not that it is not too late. The clues of this person have been pointing to three years ago, because it was not until three years ago that he officially had an identity. Although this identity is not a household registration, it can also allow him Normal work and life in Chang'an.

Although the name on the identity information says Huang Amao, but the column of birthplace clearly says Semuhu.

The next thing is much easier to handle, as long as a round of investigation is carried out on Semuhu in Chang'an, it is basically possible to determine where this Huang Amao is now.

Today, Chang'an is already one of the few super metropolises in this era. After more than ten years of construction, it has gradually replaced the concept of Chang'an that outsiders had in the heyday of the Tang Dynasty. Today's Chang'an is Chang'an, the dream capital of the East. Even when Damascus is mentioned and compared with Chang'an, it is said to be a huge city "Chang'an of Persia".

The resident population has reached an astonishing 330 million, and the floating population even reached as many as 500 million at one point. This is definitely the size of a super-giant city in this era.

But the number of Semu Hu people is not much, because Persians don’t like this name, they prefer to be called Persians, and they directly belong to Persians in terms of identity information, while grassland people are called Mongols, originally called People from the Western Regions known as Semu people are also trying to get rid of this name as much as possible. Now they also have their own names. Call them Altaic or Turkic people.

After that, there are some common southern ethnic groups, such as Miao and Zhuang.Semuhu is the smallest group, probably less than 10 people.