Song Beiyun

In fact, Xiaoyu himself didn't know why he helped Song Beiyun lie, but... he just concealed some things almost instinctively, maybe he didn't want to be ashamed of his heart-to-heart confession to Mr. Song.

At this moment, Song Beiyun was lying on the chair, directing Zuo Rou to wash the vegetables, but Zuo Rou had no complaints, just looked at him with a flattering smile and asked, "Aren't you afraid that the little eunuch will sell you?"

"Don't be afraid. If he sells me, I have countermeasures. If he doesn't sell me, I have countermeasures. I never put eggs in one basket." Song Beiyun picked up a fruit and put it in his mouth: "Zhao Xing knows this I have a solution, but he doesn't know that I can still do it. It's just that the direction of the work is different, and the result is almost the same. You can't put such a big thing on Beipo, what if he can't stand it?"

"You are... so bad."

"I'm stupid, who am I for?" Song Beiyun highlighted the core of the fruit: "This matter will be struck by lightning, who am I for?"

"Yes yes yes, it's for my old lady." Zuo Rou stepped forward and shook Song Beiyun's face with water: "I made a note, I owe you a favor."

"This is no longer a matter of human feelings." Song Beiyun patted the chair and shouted, "You owe me your life!"

"Yes, yes, anyway, I owe you my life every three days." Zuo Rou sighed, "I don't even remember how many lives I owe you. I will give you my life, okay?"

"Wow... that's what you said." Song Beiyun sat up straight and laughed loudly: "Are you mad?"

Zuo Rou's face collapsed in an instant, and the white crane spread its wings and kicked Song Beiyun's heart, but Song Beiyun hit Zuo Rou's ankle with a knife, making her scream.

"The kung fu of a three-legged cat." Song Beiyun rubbed Zuo Rou's ankle, which was hurt by himself, "Don't touch me anymore, you are too weak."

"I! No! Submit!" Zuo Rou rolled up her sleeves: "Do you dare to compete with me?"

At this time, Qiaoyun came out, holding chopped pork, mutton and other meat dishes in his hand, walked up to him with a smile and said, "Miss, you really can't beat this stinky guy, he... has rough skin and thick flesh." .”

"Tch." Zuo Rou walked into the kitchen angrily, moved out a small table, put the mandarin duck pot made by Song Beiyun on it, and put a small red clay stove on it: "I heard that you played with iron for a month, Just get this thing out? Are you okay?"

"Mandarin Duck Pot, you know how to play balls." Song Beiyun straightened up: "Okay, let's prepare to eat when the little fish comes."

Zuo Rou pushed Song Beiyun aside, sat next to him on the chair, watched Qiaoyun add pork bone soup and chicken soup with spicy ingredients to the mandarin duck pot, and muttered, "Why did you treat that The little eunuch is so nice?"

"Probably..." Song Beiyun chuckled, "They are all rootless people, right?"

"you?"

Zuo Rou was about to reach out to reach out, but Song Beiyun slapped it down: "What are you stretching?"

"Don't you say there is no root, let me touch it."

"Get lost!" Song Beiyun shook off her hand: "He doesn't have that root, and I don't have that root!"

Zuo Rou scratched her head: "What's the difference?"

Qiaoyun stepped forward and put charcoal into the furnace while laughing: "You, you just like to say strange things, isn't your root in Xiaolianzhuang?"

"Yeah." Song Beiyun smiled: "Yes, it's already in Xiaolianzhuang."

Chapter 180, October 10, the troubles of those who pass the sun, do not know but think they know.

Ah, sour plum soup is so delicious.

Song Beiyun was lying on a low bed under the shade of a tree, with Qiaoyun's sour plum soup beside him. It tasted pure and simmered slowly over low heat, and the juice was pure and delicious. Drinking it made people forget their worries and not want to work.

"You just lie here all day doing nothing."

Hearing Zuo Rou's scolding, Song Beiyun turned over lazily, inserted a reed straw into the jar of sour plum soup, and sucked it with a sizzle.

"Sister Qiaoyun! Take care of him, he's lazy like a mangy dog." Zuo Rou whipped Song Beiyun's buttocks with the strap in his hand: "Get up!"

If he could get up, it wouldn't be Song Beiyun. He conveniently covered Zuorou's napping blanket over his body, and began to take a nap in suspense.

Qiaoyun brought the clothes from the room and smiled while drying: "Miss, you can let him be lazy, there is nothing to do these days, and tell me when he is a diligent person."

"That won't take my chair either."

Just when Zuo Rou was about to fly up to snatch the chair, Zuo Fang walked in quickly from outside, sat down on the stone bench, and swallowed the warm sour plum soup next to her: "Damn, please trouble. "

Song Beiyun poked his head out from under the blanket: "What are you doing?"

"Those dog scholars, they have issued a challenge to the Jin Guo Mission." Zuo Fang slapped the stone stool: "The man who took the lead is my elder sister."

"Speak well!" Zuo Rou turned his face on the spot: "I'm afraid it's not itchy."

Zuo Rou's deterrent effect on her younger brother was enormous. After all, Zuo Fang was the one who was really weak and sick. His sister beat him like a dog, and there was no resistance at all.

Song Beiyun finally sat up, sitting cross-legged on a chair, holding sour plum soup in his hand and asked, "What's going on?"

"I don't know who leaked the news, saying that Jin Guo's top scholar in Jinke was also in the mission, and the gang of soft-footed shrimps here didn't know where they got the confidence, so they sent a letter of challenge to the Jin Kingdom mission. Let's meet friends through literature." Zuo Fang said angrily, "At this moment, all our plans have to be shelved, and it will be the Empress Dowager's birthday in a few days."

"No." Song Beiyun waved his hand and said, "The mission just arrived today, right? What date did they set for the afternoon?"

"Tomorrow, this bunch of sour literati will be disgusting."

Song Beiyun laughed. He sat there and thought for a while, and felt that Beipo was really capable.To put it bluntly, this meeting with friends through literature is a way to get rid of one's power. This is not a formal diplomacy, but it is also a diplomatic event. Normally, the official will not interfere.But can you not fight?The answer is no, because this is a diplomatic incident, and evasion and refusal are all diplomatic mistakes, and they may be caught in the next negotiation.

Therefore, as long as Song Dynasty issues a letter of war, the envoys of the Kingdom of Jin must accept it. Not only must they accept it, but they must also win. If they lose, they will turn their faces directly, because there is no need to talk about it later, and only if they win can they continue to talk. go down.

This is where the complexity of diplomacy lies. It is definitely not a good diplomat just by saying a few polite words and being a hermaphrodite a few times. Now that the gauntlet has been handed in, the other party must accept it, and the time is set. Yes, I set up a battle there and waited, whether to go or not to the Jin Guo Mission to decide for myself.

"Where is tomorrow?"

"Where else can I be?"

Song Beiyun patted his head: "I see."

After chatting with Zuo Fang for a while, I learned some basic points.The people who appeared in the Song Dynasty included Luzhou's number one talented person, Wen Shenggong's grandson, the last number one scholar, and a well-known Hanlin, and the rest were little-known stinky fish and rotten shrimp.

However, they are all young people, not more than 30 years old, and compressing the age at this stage is also a dirty trick. After all, the home team has an advantage in the selection of personnel, and this time the Jin Guo Mission must be There are celebrities, but if they let a veteran who has been famous for a long time enter the battle, even if they win, they will be said to be invincible and bully the small with the big.

And people under the age of 30 who can enter a mission of this size are rare no matter which country they are in.

It seems that the people in Beipo are determined to lose the prestige of the Jin Kingdom, and they even spread their opinions widely, and they did not hesitate to make a big fuss, making it difficult for both the Song Dynasty and the Jin Dynasty.

It is true that the power of love is immeasurable. Because of the slight possibility that Her Royal Highness will be married, Beipo did not hesitate to do such a grand event, which is admirable.

but……

Song Beiyun lay flat on the chair again: "They are finished."

"Ok?"

Zuo Rou, who heard such a lively event, was more excited than anyone else, but when she heard Song Beiyun's weak words, she immediately asked: "Who is finished?"

"Your man is finished."

Taking advantage of his surprise, Zuo Rou kicked Song Beiyun off the chair and threw him on his back. When the screaming Song Beiyun got up, Zuo Rou pointed at him, "Say unlucky things all day long."

The meaning of these words directly confused Song Beiyun and Zuo Fang. It took a long time for the two of them to realize the flavor of Zuo Rou's words. Song Beiyun was also confused at the time, stood up and said cursingly: " Did your brain get kicked by a donkey? I'm talking about your man."

At this moment, all eyes were on Song Beiyun. Even Zuo Rou realized that if she said the wrong words, she would miss the meaning. Song Beiyun raised his hand and slapped himself.

"Everyone act as if nothing happened."

Song Beiyun took a deep breath, and then pretended nothing happened, and lay back on the chair again, while Zuo Rou's face was flushed, but he also didn't speak.

"That..." Zuo Fang swallowed her saliva: "I will break this deadlock, why is it over?"

Song Beiyun lay on the recliner: "Those literati are done."

"Why?"

"They don't know who they are facing at all." Song Beiyun sighed, "Is it true that the blood gushes out and doesn't care about it, and doesn't investigate the basic information? This time, there are three champions in the Jin Kingdom Mission, among them There is also a genius who is hailed as the pinnacle of the Jin Kingdom, Li Taibai who is known as the Jin, who can write poems in seven steps, fight wine to write essays, and is proficient in righteousness, poetry, singing and dancing, painting, and music.

Zuo Fang was stunned for a moment: "Is there such a person in the world?"

"Why can't there be such people in the world? The world is so big, it's not uncommon for any monsters to appear." Song Beiyun yawned: "It's over, there's no hope, just wait for death."

"How does it compare to you?" Qiao Yunyi was under the cherry tree in the courtyard, with a smile on her lips.

"I don't know how much higher that is. I'm an engineering student who compares me to others. How bad my brain is." Song Beiyun still didn't look back: "But it's okay, there is a way to lose if you lose, let them lose Bar."

While they were talking, the door was suddenly kicked open: "Sisters, I am here..."

When she saw Zuo Fang's terrified expression, Jin Ling'er, who was about to show off boldly, immediately straightened herself up, she walked gracefully in front of Zuo Fang, and gave him a condescending look: "Isn't this the young man? "

"I've seen Princess Chitose..." Zuo Fang shuddered, "I'm retiring first... I'm retiring, I'm sorry to bother you!!!!"

The little father-in-law ran away like the wind. After Jin Ling'er looked around and saw no one was there, she sat down next to Song Beiyun, patted his buttocks and said, "What, who got mad again?"

Song Beiyun turned over and didn't want to speak...

"What happened to him?" Jin Ling'er pointed at Song Beiyun and asked Zuo Rou: "Did sister Qiaoyun beat him?"

Qiao Yun shook her head again and again: "Who dares to hit this baby bump."

Zuo Rou coughed twice: "I'll go and make it easier."

Seeing Zuo Rou's abnormal behavior, Jin Ling'er rolled her eyes and grabbed Song Beiyun's ear: "Did you do something stupid with that guy and someone caught you?"

"Oh..." Song Beiyun shook off her hand: "How is it possible, who would go with someone who looks like Zhang Fei... Qiaoqiao? Where did you get me quietly?"

"Qiaoqiao went to the cloth shop first, and now the business of this cloth shop has been handed over to Sister Qiaoqiao, she is very busy." Jin Ling'er pouted: "I'm here, but you Still like this, don't you want to see me?"

"Hi..." Song Beiyun covered his head with a blanket, "Thinking about it... I can't fall asleep."

"What's wrong with him?" Jin Ling'er got up and asked Qiao Yun, "Something is wrong."

Qiao Yun shook her head and said: "Your Highness, please ask him, he did some stupid things and said some stupid things."

"Isn't that normal? If he doesn't do these things, he's still called Song Beiyun." Jin Ling'er took off his shoes and socks and threw them aside: "By the way, did you hear about this when you came here?" Rumors say that Da Song and Da Jin will have a literary battle tomorrow."

"Well, I heard." Song Beiyun poked his head out, and then covered Jin Ling'er's lap with the blanket with a flick of his hand: "Do you want to go and see again?"

"Ah... don't..." Jin Ling'er screamed, but looked at Qiao Yun who had already started watering the flowers not far away, and stopped talking, but her face became a little unnatural, and her voice trembled : "I have some ideas... No, um... But I'm not sure, I'm here this time... Come on, don't move... I'm here to celebrate the birthday of the emperor's grandmother, maybe I won't be free tomorrow."

"Then don't go, a bunch of rabble."

"Okay, okay..." Jin Ling'er pressed the blanket with shortness of breath, "Don't worry...then who do you think will win?"

Song Beiyun withdrew his hand, sat up suddenly, and suddenly smiled: "Let's open a handicap! While there is still time, move, move!"

"Huh?" Jin Ling'er saw that he suddenly became agitated, and hurriedly tugged him: "You haven't answered me yet."

"Look, look at the side that earns more money, the side that earns more wins."

Jin Ling'er rolled her eyes: "You mean..."

"I'm going out now, and I'll talk about it when I come back."

Chapter 181: On October 10th, Qingbo Yibo, Bikes Turned into Motorcycles

The three major gambling houses in Jinling City suddenly showed their odds, and the bet was on who would win and who would win in the Song Jinwen Club tomorrow.

Although everyone says that Wen Wu is the first and Wu Wu is the second, it is clear at a glance who wins and who loses in the cultural battle between the two sides, and the participants of both sides have also been fired. The clear hexagon shows the strength curve.

Poetry talent, couplets, rhythm, quick wit, arithmetic and calligraphy, these six categories are matched with the famous names of various talents from the Song and Jin Dynasties, which attracted a large number of onlookers for a while.

At this moment, the shopkeepers of the three major gambling houses were all sitting together, in front of them was the big shopkeeper of the Xu family in the capital, and beside the big shopkeeper was Song Beiyun.

"What's the matter? It's just such a thing. Now it depends on which side has the higher odds. Don't all three of you have to be the same. The odds need to be different, and you need to attack each other. There is only one day, so you must hurry up. , so fast that they have no time to think about it."

"But the second owner." The big shopkeeper said with some embarrassment: "No one is sure about this now. If you lose money, how can you explain to the owner?"

Song Beiyun is the second shareholder in the Xu family besides Xu Li. The Xu family is different from the Jin family. The Jin family is old and expensive, and the family is huge.And the Xu family took a ride on the side of the Qing emperor and became half a "red-top businessman". Xu Li took over the banner one after another, so this rich second generation is now the big boss of the Xu Family Group.

"Tell me what, can I make it lose money?" Song Beiyun slapped the table: "You doubt me?"

"Don't dare..." The big shopkeeper knew the perverse temper of the second boss, so he said he didn't dare: "I still need to inform the big boss at this time."

"When you know, the day lily is cold, and I will bear all the responsibilities. You just do it, and I will cover all the losses." Song Beiyun stood up: "Remember, the handicap must be big, the confidence must be strong, and the publicity must be good. Move !"

The Xu family guaranteed the shopkeepers, so there was nothing to worry about, and Song Beiyun took advantage of the early time and went straight to the old doctor's house after he walked out of the chamber of commerce.

"Junior brother, what's the matter? You are here today."

"You didn't drool and flipped through the book, did you?"

"That's impossible." The old doctor waved his hand quickly: "Even if it is passed on to the disciples, it is covered with glutinous rice paper and I am present in person. This is a treasure of the master."

"Tch, you'll become a teacher if you say it." Song Beiyun squinted at him, "You're a cunning old man."

The old imperial doctor smiled embarrassedly, and Song Beiyun naturally didn't bother to care about these things with him. This thing itself should belong to all human beings. Song Beiyun never planned to hide things in this regard, and he came here this time But it has a different purpose.

"Brother."

"Ugh."

Song Beiyun thought about it after sitting down, rubbed his hands together and smiled, "Where's your grandson?"

"My grandson? It's in the back hall." The old imperial doctor blinked: "I'm preparing for the Chunwei exam."

"Perfect!" Song Beiyun snapped his fingers: "Can I borrow him tomorrow?"

"Lend him?" The old imperial doctor was a little puzzled: "What do you want to do?"