After rebirth, I kidnapped the sickly Dugong

Baili Wendao downstairs quickly withdrew his gaze and started telling a story as usual.

Just like before, he would always talk about the same topic.

Today's topic is naturally whether to fight or make peace with the Chidu Kingdom.

With his sharp eyes and words, he analyzed the gaps in all aspects between the two countries for those present.

The advantages and disadvantages of war or peace were also analyzed.

After the final conclusion, he actually stood on the side of taking the initiative to fight.

As soon as this conclusion came out, the people sitting below began to whisper.

When one person speaks, no one hears, and in the end everyone starts discussing it together.

Wen Baizhi listened carefully to the discussion and found that the majority of people advocated peace.

She frowned slightly.

She thought the same as Baili Wendao. Although Dacheng's national strength is very weak now, it suffers from the fact that most of the farmland is occupied by the aristocratic families. The poor families cannot produce noble sons, and the common people cannot cultivate farmland suitable for tax silver.

In the long run, Dacheng will end up with a situation where there are fields but no one to cultivate them, and there are officials but no one to hold the positions.

If we could use this war as an excuse to carry out reforms in Dacheng from top to bottom, the silver taxes that could be collected from the aristocratic families would be enough to pay the annual military pay for an army of 100,000, not to mention anything else.

But Dacheng’s problems have been accumulated for a long time and are not so easy to change.

Baili Wendao has always been good at throwing out questions and his conclusions and letting people discuss them.

He just stood by and watched, always leaving when the discussion was at its most heated.

Wen Baizhi stared at him and saw him packing up his things again, preparing to leave.

When they were leaving, their eyes met again, and Baili Wendao's expression was very worthy of scrutiny.

Without waiting for Wen Baizhi to think more, he left.

Wen Baizhi knew that it was time for her to leave. She had heard everything she wanted to hear.

She then carefully put away the unfinished jade cake in her arms, preparing to bring it back for Si Jiu to eat.

Then he took Cuizhi and prepared to leave.

Unexpectedly, when I was about to go downstairs, I saw that the stairs seemed to be blocked by a lot of people.

She walked forward a few steps and saw several young men in rich and gorgeous clothes surrounding a thin young man.

The young man was trapped in a corner, with no way out.

Those people shouted, "Come and see, come and see this scholar Song Shiyu, who brought us here to drink tea and listen to books, but now when we have to pay, he says he has no money."

Although the man called Song Shiyu was teased by everyone, he did not show any embarrassment. He just pursed his lips slightly and stood in the corner with a serious expression.

"It was you who insisted on bringing me here. I refused many times, but you dragged me here. I wanted to leave without even sitting on a stool, but you chased me here and stopped me from leaving. I didn't even drink a sip of water or eat a bite of pastry, so how could you ask me to pay?"

The leading young man seemed to have not expected him to say that. He looked fierce and said, "Well, no matter what, you are here and you have to pay. It doesn't matter whether you eat or not. It's your business, not mine."

Wen Baizhi frowned and looked at everything in front of her coldly.

After just a few words, she vaguely understood the whole story.

It was nothing more than a young man from an aristocratic family teasing a poor scholar.

She wanted to step forward and say a few words of justice, but she saw a bright and beautiful girl walking out of the box in front of the stairs.

The girl was followed by two maids, and it was obvious that she came from a wealthy family.

When the young masters from the aristocratic families saw the girl coming out, they all stood there in a daze.

"Yun, Miss Yun." Someone among them called out weakly.

Because the girl had her back to him, Wen Baizhi did not see her face.

She also heard the voice of Miss Yun.

Is it Yun Qingyao? Is it Qingyao?

Wen Baizhi walked forward uncontrollably.

Then the young lady said coldly, "I was sitting in this box. I saw how you dragged this young master here just now. The maids behind me also saw it. It was clearly not his fault. You forced him to do something against his will and now you want money. If this gets out, will there be any law?"

As soon as the voice opened, Wen Baizhi knew it was Yun Qingyao.

That's her voice.

She was Yun Qingyao, the only daughter of the current Prime Minister Yun Shanliu, and her best friend, whom she had not seen for three years.

Those young masters from aristocratic families did not expect to meet Yun Qingyao here, let alone that she would speak up for Song Shiyu. They all lowered their heads and dared not speak a word.

The young man in the lead was naturally also shocked.

Although they are all from aristocratic families, they are not as high-ranking as those from the prime minister's family.

The man had no choice but to admit his mistake and said, "It's our fault. We disturbed Miss Yun's fun. We are really sorry. We will leave now."

Yun Qingyao stopped them and said, "You shouldn't apologize to me, you should apologize to this young master."

The young master obviously didn't expect Yun Qingyao to have such a request, but seeing her stern expression, he had to bow his head and apologize to Song Shiyu: "I'm really sorry, Young Master Song, we wanted to be friends with you too much, and you are usually so cold, so we made this mistake. We hope that Young Master Song can forgive us."

Song Shiyu looked indifferent and said, "I thought you were going to say that you were not wrong, but you will still be suppressed by others."

Just as the young man was about to explode, he was stopped by the people below: "Let's go, let's go."

The crowd dispersed quickly.

Wen Baizhi looked at Yun Qingyao's back and felt the cruelty of time.

I couldn’t even say hello to my former best friend when we met again after life and death.

Yun Qingyao naturally didn't know that Wen Baizhi was behind her. She just walked quickly to Song Shiyu and said in a gentle voice, "Song Shiyu, are you okay?"

When Song Shi saw her approaching him, he took a step to the right to distance himself from her. "Thank you for what happened today, Miss Yun. I have nothing to repay you. If Miss Yun wants to copy books again in the future, I will not charge Miss Yun a penny."

Yun Qingyao didn't have the same harshness as before, and said softly, "I don't want you to repay me like this. Don't I know your situation? It takes a lot of time and effort for you to copy books, and the money you get is gone after you buy a few doses of medicine for your aunt. I don't want you to repay me like this."

Song Shiyu was pushed too much by those people just now and his arm was injured.

"Then what kind of reward does Miss Yun want from me?"

Yun Qingyao pretended to be mysterious and said, "Don't you always know what I want?"

Song Shiyu turned around and was about to leave: "I'm sorry, I can't do what Miss Yun wants. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

Yun Qingyao grabbed his arm in a hurry and heard him groan.

Yun Qingyao: "Are you injured?"

Song Shiyu broke free from her pull and said, "It's nothing serious, don't worry Miss Yun, I'll leave first."

After saying that, he actually left without looking back.

Wen Baizhi saw the whole process from behind, and she knew at a glance that her good friend had fallen into the hands of Song Shiyu.

It's just that Mr. Song still hasn't gotten the point.

When Yun Qingyao saw Song Shiyu leaving, he wanted to leave too.

Before leaving, she inadvertently saw Wen Baizhi behind her.

Wen Baizhi's breathing stagnated, and then she realized that she was just a stranger to them now, a stranger who would not even speak to them.

Sure enough, Yun Qingyao just glanced at her and left without any regrets.

For the first time since her rebirth, Wen Baizhi felt helpless.