Song Beiyun

This person is a brown candy, the annoying kind, seeing her makes her head hurt. If it wasn't for being too familiar with her, Song Beiyun would have ignored her a long time ago. She may have inherited her mother's appearance She is as beautiful as a flower, but his father's strategizing has not been inherited at all, and his mind is always a mess.

"Forget it. Anyway, I told you that I am much older, but you still don't believe me." Zuo Rou said proudly: "By the way, I heard from the servants in the house that Jin Ling'er is going to invite a relative?"

"Yeah." Song Beiyun nodded and said, "What's the matter? Why are you bringing this up?"

"Hahahaha, she also has today." Zuo Rou was very happy: "Yeah. Not bad, it'd be better to be chosen by an ugly monster, with a short figure, a hideous face, and a mole with black hair on her face. There's a nasty sore on my back."

When this girl said this, she was vicious, as if if Jin Ling'er married such a person, he would get some benefits.

But it's normal to think about it carefully. After all, the relationship between these two people is very weird. They are like sisters but sometimes they are like enemies in the previous life. Didn't Jin Ling'er also say that she wanted to see Zuo Rou marry the prince of the Wang family and then Was she beaten to pieces by her husband's family?

"Okay." Song Beiyun put his hands on her shoulders and pulled her to his side: "This must be me. Do you see black moles on my face?"

"You? Oh... That's right. Well, it's my life." Zuo Rou said aggrievedly: "If I have such a day, I'm afraid no one will help me like this."

"You fucking don't speak according to your conscience." Song Beiyun grabbed her face, really a little annoyed: "I've done all conscienceless things for you, what do you mean no one will help you!"

"Oh..." Zuo Rou patted his hand away: "Just kidding, you are really short of breath."

"So you're not worth helping, damn it!" Song Beiyun said angrily, "If word of what I did for you spreads, my life will be gone. Do you know that?"

"I know, I know." Zuo Rou suddenly leaned on his shoulder, then leaned over and kissed him on the cheek: "Miss Ben rewards you."

"Day... my mouth is full of oil!"

And it's not that no one has seen their sticky state, it's just that those who saw them couldn't help retching and quickly turned their eyes away. The two men made it so dense, it's really disgusting.

"Okay, okay, I'll go first."

"You ran twenty miles just to come here to eat a pancake? Are you okay?"

"I just have a problem!"

Zuo Rou ran away with a smile, and Song Beiyun took out a few copper coins and threw them on the table. He stood up and sighed silently. After all, he never understood Zuo Rou's brain circuit.

And Zuo Rou was actually asking herself on the way back, why did she run twenty miles early in the morning before dawn, from the south of the city to the north of the city, really just to eat a piece of pancake?In fact, she couldn't figure it out herself, but... she was very happy. The depression of the past few days was swept away, which was enough.

After Zuo Rou left, Song Beiyun came to the door of her outer house and waited for a while, then saw Xiao Yu slid down from the roof and stood beside him.

"What did you find?"

"The Great King of the South Courtyard of the Liao Kingdom lives in Michunyuan. After returning yesterday, a person entered his room and came out after a while."

"Michunyuan, who gave it the name, it sounds like a brothel."

Xiaoyu laughed: "The Empress Dowager..."

"That's not surprising, her level of education is just like that." Song Beiyun smiled and shook his head: "And then? Who did you meet?"

"Meet the left servant of the Ministry of Rites."

"Huh? Meet the people from the Ministry of Rituals? What's wrong?"

Song Beiyun was a little confused. If it is said that the king of Nanyuan came here as a spy, why didn't he meet the Ministry of War, the Ministry of Officials, and the Ministry of Rites?What does the Ministry of Rites have to do with him?What's the matter?He also intends to help Da Song start a Westernization Movement?

"The Minister of Rites is the uncle of the empress dowager."

"So that's the case." Song Beiyun nodded lightly: "That is to say, the relationship between the King of the Southern Courtyard and the Queen Mother is absolutely unusual?"

Xiaoyu was noncommittal. His duty was to listen to the news but not to analyze the content. He would never make any comments on such matters, and his professional ethics were still strict.

Song Beiyun laughed: "Interesting, you go to rest first, and then go to find out what these Khitan people have done here."

"Okay, Mr. Song."

After Xiaoyu went in to rest, Song Beiyun sat outside and thought about the reason for this incident carefully. He didn't mind thinking about it in the most salty and muddy direction at all.A second-in-command of the Liao Kingdom, a queen mother of the Song Dynasty, a middle-aged man in her 40s and a charming woman in her 30s.

It's interesting, it's really interesting, if the things here can be revealed, I'm afraid the sky will be turned upside down.

Moreover, the king of the South Courtyard is also a Han Chinese, which is even more interesting, and it is worth digging into.

While sorting out the clues, Song Beiyun had already silently written a [-]-word erotic novel in his head, and he had divided all the chapters in it. It started with love, followed by helpless separation, and then reunited with me again. You are also the mother of the world.Looking back, Yun Zhe blocked the way back, since he couldn't turn back, he used the lingering lingering death to eliminate the troubled romance in his heart.

Good good good good!The heroic and handsome King of Khitan, the beautiful and graceful Empress Dowager Song, this story is always interesting, right?

Song Beiyun's mind turned like this, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He turned his head and looked at the idlers in the market. After thinking for a while, he turned and entered the room, and took out a stack of papers from the drawer: "Come here, Yanmo !"

Xiaoyu floated in gloomyly, Song Beiyun shook his head again and again: "Forget it...you go and rest, I will do it myself."

"Then... my lord, tell me if you have something to do." Xiaoyu scratched her head, expressing her utter confusion to the suddenly excited lord Song.

Chapter 212: On November 11th, it will be sunny, windy, snowy, and this growth is thinking

After seven days of seclusion, Song Beiyun, who did not hear anything outside the window, finally completed the first and second parts of his masterpiece "A Spring Dream", named "Acquaintance" and "Parting".

An acquaintance, the famous flowers are all over the country, and the two are happy, and the sunshine shines three times and the spring is warm.The little boy, the girl like a flower, started from crying and laughing once, hazy, singing birds and flowers, but only because the boy was born in a lowly family and the family was poor, but the girl was a woman from a high family, destined to become the wife of a prince.

The childhood sweethearts were finally separated by a high wall.When we parted that day, he was outside the wall and she was inside the wall. There were thousands of sorrows in my heart, the rain was like a curtain, and my heart was like dead ashes.She yelled in a crying voice, "Go ahead, don't catch the wind and cold", but he could only choke up speechlessly.

The Xinghuatian in the south of the Yangtze River is a kind of lovesickness, and both ends are involved. This feeling can be reminisced before the eyebrows are lowered and the heart is raised.

Before leaving, he glanced back at the wealthy family, filled with indignation, secretly vowed in his heart that one day he would step down this high wall, no matter what price he paid, even ten or twenty years, with this perseverance Never change, my fate is up to me.

"Woo..." Zuo Rou cried like a beaten dog, her heart was broken holding the manuscript: "You bastard, why can't you let them be together! Why do you torture people like this?"

Qiaoyun next to her also had red eyes, and she couldn't help but feel a little more sad when she looked at Song Beiyun, and her little daughter's thoughts flowed out in those eye waves.

"Don't cry on my manuscript!"

"You're not human...you're not human...Song Beiyun...uh..." Zuo Rou threw down the manuscript, lay on Song Beiyun's bed and burst into tears.

Qiaoyun was obviously also infected by her emotions, and strongly brought into her own identity, a female warrior who didn't even blink on the battlefield, tears just dripped down her cheeks and fell on her legs.

"Ah hey! Don't be like this!" Song Beiyun picked up the manuscript: "This is a story! It's a story! Fake!"

"You lied..." Zuo Rou turned her head, her eyes were already swollen: "Woo..."

"Then you are crying, I'll polish it up."

"Don't go!"

Zuo Rou rushed up and hugged Song Beiyun's waist, wiped his snot and tears on his clothes, sobbed and shouted: "Tell me! Tell me! Tell me what happened to them later! Tell me quickly! If you don't tell me, I will I won't let you go!"

"Go away!" Song Beiyun pressed her head: "Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, I haven't written this yet."

"Oh?" Zuo Rou suddenly sat up: "Is there something behind?"

"This is only the first and second parts, there is still a long way to go."

Zuo Rou's eyes rolled: "Qiaoyun, come on! Take this guy down and lock him in the cellar of the Duke's mansion. If you don't write it, you won't be given food."

"I'm sick." Song Beiyun walked back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back: "Wait for Yan Shu to come over and let him take a look."

"Oh... Qiaoqiao, I haven't seen Qiaoqiao these days."

"I miss her more than you do." Song Beiyun sighed, "Because of Jin Ling'er's calamity, we get together less and leave more. I feel sad."

While talking, there was a knock on the door, Qiao Yun went to open the door, and saw Yan Shu standing at the door, holding a fan and a basket of persimmons.

"Come, eat persimmons." Yan Shu didn't admit it, he stretched out the frame in his hand: "I stole it from the tree of the household servant's house, it's sweet."

Qiaoyun gave Yan Shu a strange look, his eyes were full of contempt, as if he was worried that this guy would ruin Song Beiyun.

But Yan Shu didn't care about this, and walked into the front of the hall with a basket on his shoulders, and started shouting before entering the door: "What the hell are you showing me again?"

Song Beiyun poked his head out of the window: "What nonsense, hurry up."

Half an hour later, Yan Shu ate the persimmon angrily, his chest was already wet with tears, but the hand holding the pen wrote down the song "A new song, a glass of wine, last year's weather was old. When will the sun go down in the west? Reluctantly, the flowers will fall, and the swallows that seem to have known each other will return. The fragrant path in the small garden wanders alone.".

This little poem has a strong taste, with a hint of sadness, and immediately set Qiao Yun and Zuo Rou's emotions back. The three of them are standing there crying now, and the atmosphere in the whole room is weird and depressing.

Instead, the instigator, Song Beiyun, stood there holding a bowl, eating persimmons spoon by spoon, his face as calm as a dead man, without any wavering.

"Song Beiyun, you are not human...not human..." Zuo Rou began to mutter again: "Why are you so cruel."

"Otherwise?" Song Beiyun poured a spoonful of persimmon juice into his mouth, "Shall I cry with you?"

"Ang!" Zuo Rou nodded vigorously: "Why don't you cry, and why don't you say that you don't understand human nature."

"What is incomprehensible to human nature?" Song Beiyun picked up another persimmon: "I'm a writer, if I can't keep calm, you guys will see nothing."

Yan Shu also came back to his senses at this moment, and leaned on the chair with a long sigh: "This kind of article is so simple and simple, it makes people feel sour... sour."

"Nonsense, it's not written for you, it's written for those who haven't read much and can read some words." Song Beiyun pointed at the manuscript: "Is it okay?"

"That's great." Yan Shu nodded again and again: "At first, the sweetness still had an aftertaste, and then the spicy taste came suddenly, and then there was a touch of bitterness and a little sourness. The rain of parting is like a curtain, and the swan geese are in the cloud fish In the water, melancholy is hard to express. My heart fluctuates with the words of this text. I am overjoyed and sad, and finally I am silent. The young man embarked on a journey without knowing the way forward. The woman was trapped by the wall. Although her body did not move, her heart was still. Dead. Sad... sad... sad..."

"Ugh..."

Zuo Rou threw herself on the bed and began to cry again. She couldn't get enough of the crying, and kept patting the bed heavily with her hands, making a loud bang.

"Look for someone, copy!" Song Beiyun wiped his nose: "Let everyone see."

"Oh?" Yan Shu glanced at Song Beiyun: "Are you going to make trouble again?"

"What is chaos? Can't you copy books secretly?" Song Beiyun slapped the table: "Go to the countryside, find some failed scholars, give them a sum of money, and hire a few storytellers to talk about it all over the street!"

Yan Shu didn't understand what Song Beiyun was going to do, but he saw the words "To be continued" at the back of the manuscript were really eye-catching. In order to continue to understand the follow-up plot, Yan Shu had to unconditionally agree with Song Beiyun's decision.

But Song Beiyun is not afraid of being slow. After all, the king of the South Court will stay here for a long time to choose a son-in-law for the princesses on both sides of Zhang Luo. I am afraid that he will not go back this year. Liao undertakes this matter, so don't worry about the update not keeping up with the progress.

So if this is the case, let this miserable young man continue to run, and this kind of words and scripts are not absent in the Song Dynasty. Song Beiyun also specially wrote a line on the title page of the front volume, "There is nothing new under Zhengyang." , if there is any similarity, it is purely coincidental", so even if someone pokes at the Queen Mother and the King of the South Courtyard, they have nothing to do, because any action is equivalent to confirming the statement in this book.

What Song Beiyun will do next is to make people see at a glance who the golden boy and jade girl are talking about under the overhead background. This is a bit difficult but not too difficult. Most of them are reading various novels, and they are very familiar with various techniques, and those who want to use allusions and allusions are simply at their fingertips.

These first two chapters are just to whet your appetite, but now because of the large-scale land reclamation in Luzhou, paper has become extremely cheap, and the Great Song Dynasty has entered the point where everyone can afford books, so take advantage of this shareholder wind and hurry up. Create this potential!

In the Song Dynasty, it was very difficult to find a big brother with strong martial arts, but to find a down-and-out scholar who could write well but couldn't afford to eat, throwing a brick on the street could kill eight people.So that afternoon, under Qiaoyun's leadership, Song Beiyun asked someone to find some scholars, hired a dozen of them with a high salary of [-] characters, and rented a room to start copying books crazily.

He didn't show up during the whole process, and it was people in the Jianghu that Qiaoyun knew who took the lead. These people are doing this kind of human-snake business, and they take the lead to collect some intermediary fees. It is impossible for the imperial court to arrest them, one by one. They are all as slippery as mice, as long as they are given money, they can do things properly. They only take [-]% to [-]% of the profits of this kind of snake, which is very cheap and easy to use.

"The weather is getting colder." Qiaoyun came over and put a fur coat on Song Beiyun: "Don't freeze."

Song Beiyun didn't look back, but silently let out a sigh of relief and looked at the sky: "It's going to snow tomorrow."

"Nonsense, how can it snow so early, this is Jinling, not Bianliang."

Song Beiyun smiled, held Qiaoyun's small face and kissed it, then leaned into her ear and whispered a few words, after Qiaoyun bit her lips, she nodded with a reddish face.

But at times like this, there are always people who are going to make trouble, Zuo Rou jumped out from nowhere, and approached Song Beiyun aggressively: "Don't write yet!"

"Are you annoying?" Song Beiyun turned around and ignored her.

"Qiaoyun, what kind of obscene words did this guy say to you just now? I saw that you blushed." Seeing that Song Beiyun ignored her, Zuo Rou turned to harass Qiaoyun: "Tell me, I'll make the decision for you."

"No..." Qiaoyun blushed even more after being exposed, "Miss, I'm really fine."

"Hmph." Zuo Rou took a look: "Anyway, I'm fine today, Qiao Yun, you will sleep with me at night."

"Are you going to die or not?" Song Beiyun finally couldn't help it: "Stay where you're cool, don't have you everywhere."

Zuo Rou put her hips on her hips and thought for a while, then smiled: "Then go and write!"

"You're really a shit-stirring stick." Song Beiyun was annoyed by her to death: "Why don't I go?"

"No, I'll go with you! Don't look at you, who knows what you're going to do." Zuo Rou dragged Song Beiyun to the study, and then said with a sly face: "I just want to be with Qiaoyun Intimacy. Yes, I promise, but you have to write the story first, otherwise you can't count on it!"

"I'm afraid you are trying to die." Song Beiyun locked Zuo Rou's neck with his arms from behind: "Don't blame me for being rude if you make trouble again."

Chapter 213: On November 11th, the rain broke the Xiaoxiang rain

To be honest, Song Beiyun knew that what he said to Zuo Rou was not intimidating at all. Even though she looked a bit like a lady when she was outside, her face was definitely a dragon and phoenix in terms of seniority.She is not afraid of rubbing her and pinching her, and she doesn't care about scolding her, and she doesn't want to fight her.

Could it be that he really pushed her?Song Beiyun firmly believed that if he really did this, Zuo Rou probably wouldn't resist, not even shy.This kind of feeling is quite a bit of going out to have fun, but the girl said all kinds of "you hurry up, you haven't eaten, work harder" as soon as she opened her mouth, and her interest suddenly disappeared.

Moreover, Zuo Rou's IQ may only be about fourteen or fifteen years old. After all, she has been well protected by Song Beiyun in the past four or five years, and she has never experienced any troubles in the world. It is really not easy to grow up.Theoretically, what she was when I met her is still the same now. Stubborn, rebellious, wandering in the rivers and lakes, and bad-minded, these are her labels, and it is very difficult to uncover.

"Oh? It seems to be really big." Song Beiyun nodded, and then slowly let go of his hand: "I can pinch it."

"Really!" Zuo Rou looked at him with bright eyes: "I said I grew up, but you didn't believe it a few days ago."

Watching their obscene interaction, Qiao Yun felt a lot of emotion in her heart, she wasn't jealous, she was the young lady's companion maid herself, this consciousness was deeply rooted, how could she be jealous.She lamented that she really didn't have the slightest precautions against Song Beiyun, a dead ghost, and she just did some things that other people thought were dirty and unsightly.

"Okay, you can hug and pinch, and write quickly." Zuo Rou pressed him in front of the table: "If you can't write tonight, you don't want to sleep, I'll just watch it here you!"

Song Beiyun sighed, and the reminders went all the way to this point. In a sense, he had gained the first dog fan in his life.

"All right, all right, I'll write..."

Song Beiyun took out a stack of paper, carefully cut it into sixteen carats, and began to write with his signature calligraphy.

In fact, before he really learned systematic calligraphy, he always thought that this kind of writing speed would be very slow, but people are really amazing. Once he gets used to it, the speed is not much slower than using a ballpoint pen. What really hinders the speed is the cumbersome fonts. It takes a while to write the word "no" in traditional characters.

The content of the third volume is no longer a simple "meeting" and "farewell", but a small poem, the content is the life encounters of boys and girls after they are separated.