Song Beiyun

After ten years of traveling abroad, the young man has gained a lot of ability. He was favored by the king of a foreign country and became a general. He overcame obstacles and strategized all the way, and gradually became the person who is under one person and above ten thousand people in that country.And because of her beautiful appearance, the girl was favored by the emperor of this country and became a noble concubine.

The two are separated by thousands of miles, one in the south and the other in the north.On weekdays, you can't see any clues, he is a powerful general, and she is a graceful concubine like a peony, but every night when people are quiet, he will always set out a few of her favorite side dishes, and sit alone under the moon. Have a few drinks alone in the courtyard.And she would silently count the stars in the sky in the deep palace, pick up the leaves that fell to the ground and write on them the little words he had taught herself.

Time flies, and the flow is endless. He also became a family in a foreign land, had a beautiful wife, and added a healthy daughter the following year.She also became the queen of the world because she gave birth to the prince for the emperor and the queen died of illness, but he still eats those few side dishes every day under the moon, and she will also write poems in late autumn. The leaves floated into the distance along the flowing water in the palace.

When it was late at night, Zuo Rou finally couldn't stand it any longer. She told Qiao Yun to go to rest, and then she took off her coat and got into Song Beiyun's bed.

"I'm asleep, you write for me!"

"Go away, where do I sleep where you sleep?"

Zuo Rou moved aside wrapped in the blanket like a worm, patted the bed board, and then fell asleep sullenly.

And Song Beiyun looked at Qiaoyun helplessly, Qiaoyun shook her head again and again, pointed at Zuorou, then turned back to her room with a dumbfounded smile.

Song Beiyun sighed silently. He knew that Qiaoyun still couldn't pass the maidservant's hurdle. When the young lady was here, she would never cross that step.If Song Beiyun used some skills, she would give in, but she always felt that she would be a little wronged, so Song Beiyun was quite helpless.

Look at Zuo Rou again, that's a disgusting one no matter how you look at it...

When her breathing became deep, Song Beiyun also felt a little tired. After all, writing was extremely mentally exhausting, and he got tired easily, so he had no choice but to stretch and take off his coat.

Originally, he still wanted to sleep in another room, but the more he thought about it, the angrier he became, he simply lifted the quilt and got in. After all, it was so cold, why didn't someone sleep in the warm quilt?

Fortunately, although Zuo Rou is a little silly, she really likes to be clean. She always smells of floral putty on her body, and it smells very comfortable, so Song Beiyun stretched one hand along the hem of her clothes to keep warm. With one hand under his head, he quickly fell asleep.

When she got up in the morning, Zuo Rou naturally didn't wake up. Just as Song Beiyun wanted to lift the quilt, he realized that the cold outside was getting heavier, so he quickly retracted into the quilt, but lying there was boring after all, so he started to sleep. She pinched Zuorou's nose.

Seeing how she breathed through her nose and through her mouth, Song Beiyun smiled like a fool.

"Annoying..." Zuo Rou suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Song Beiyun, who was making trouble. She opened her mouth and bit his neck, but she let go after biting, but kept holding Song Beiyun's waist without moving. , and then fell asleep again...

"Dead dog!"

Song Beiyun cursed, moved her hand away and jumped off the bed, put on her clothes in a hurry, and opened the curtains, it was really snowing outside.

"Haha, it's snowing." Song Beiyun quickly went out and shouted in the corridor: "Sister Qiaoyun, it's snowing! Did you see that?"

Qiaoyun walked out of the kitchen with the food in hand, gave him a very charming look, and then walked into the dining hall.Song Beiyun chased after him, and leaned over to kiss Qiaoyun with a smile on his face: "It's snowing, you can promise me."

Qiao Yun didn't answer, but just pushed his chest: "Go wash up."

But yes, yes, in the next few days Zuo Rou strictly implemented the reminder procedure, that is, writing with Song Beiyun until midnight every day, getting up the next morning to read, crying all morning after reading, and continuing to force after eating. Song Beiyun went to write.

For such a little thing, she can be said to have used all her skills, any coercion or temptation is child's play, she even tried to seduce Song Beiyun with her own beauty to make him change the tragic fate of the two, but all failed.

"You change it, you change it and I'll make you feel better."

"Go away!"

On the afternoon of the third day, Song Beiyun, who was writing, pushed Zuo Rou's face away: "Who wants to please you! I'm annoying you now just looking at you, you know? I've been tormented by you for three days, three days!"

Zuo Rou didn't mind at all, she slipped into Song Beiyun's arms from under the table, not letting him continue to write, and said pitifully: "Change it...they are too miserable, please. As long as you change it, I will give birth to you."

Qiao Yun, who was standing next to her reading the manuscript, nearly choked herself to death with a mouthful of saliva. She put down the manuscript and ran out to drink water with a face full of coughing. When she came back, her face was blushing, probably because she was a little bit older when she went out. Laughed a lot.

"Go away." Song Beiyun turned his head and glanced at Qiaoyun: "Qiaoyun is already laughing at you."

"No...I don't..." Qiao Yun waved her hands again and again: "I'm not Miss Joke."

Zuo Rou didn't care, instead she sat directly on Song Beiyun's lap: "Are you going to change or not? If you don't, I won't come down."

Song Beiyun gently rubbed her legs and buttocks, and was silent for a moment: "Then what do you think will happen to the current encounter between the two of them? One is married and the other is married, and they both have children. You How do you think they can do it?"

"It doesn't matter... you change it."

While Zuo Rou was acting coquettishly, Yan Shu hurriedly knocked on the door and came in. He waved his fan and rushed into the study room with steam on his head: "Big bang! Big bang!"

"What big explosion?"

"A total of [-] copies of one or two volumes have been copied in the past few days, and each copy can be sold at a high price as you said, but even so, all of them were sold out in less than three hours this morning. "Yan Shu frantically shook his fan: "What about the follow-up?"

Song Beiyun silently glanced at the thick stack of manuscripts on the table. Before he could speak, Yan Shu picked up the manuscripts and rushed out the door: "Hurry up and write for me! If you can't see the follow-up when you come back next time, I will write you down." Tell those crazy little girls where I am."

Song Beiyun poked his head out of the window: "Just try!"

"If you delay the draft, then wait for someone to throw dung on the wall."

Yan Shu's voice gradually faded away, but Zuo Rou seemed to have made a great contribution, and laughed: "You have to thank me, if I hadn't been urging you all day, you might have been thrown dung."

"You are clearly a disservice." Song Beiyun sighed and said, "Tell me, how can we change it now?"

"Then what do you think will happen to them?"

When Zuo Rou asked about this, Qiao Yun's face changed drastically, and she ran out covering her ears, saying as she ran, "I won't listen...I won't listen, you can talk about it after I go out."

At the same time, Jin Ling'er was holding Song Beiyun's book in her hand, and she was crying like tears. The Empress Dowager next to her didn't know why, so she asked Gong'e to push her to Jin Ling'er: "Baby, what's going on?" gone?"

"Grandmother... woo woo woo..." Jin Ling'er hugged the old lady and cried, "Damn the dog...Damn it..."

The old lady was completely dumbfounded. She asked someone to present the manuscript in front of her, and then read it carefully.

Chapter 214: On November 11th, Snow's home country is unbearable to look back in the bright moon

In fact, there are many stories in the Song Dynasty, but these stories are either the way of Confucius and Mencius high in the clouds, using ancient events to explain the truth.Or it is the hearsay gossip in the market, circulating in the mouths of mothers and aunts who scare children.

The unexpected appearance of such love-hate love and hatred that took into account the succession and reunification, and it was so substituting, the [-] copies were circulated among the girls in Jinling in a short time.

This Jinling is a gentle place, everyone is sentimental, and when the wind blows on the Qinhuai River, the eye sockets are very shallow.

The cries of the big girl and the little daughter-in-law seemed to be connected overnight. Before those iron-blooded adults knew what happened, this short book had already spread among the upper-middle class in Jinling City. open.

Heartbroken at the end of the world, that part of the bridge crying back to back in the heavy rain, let the girls with love in their hearts burn to death, as if the woman in the wall was themselves, regardless of whether there was a sweetheart or not, they felt that they were outside the door. The pouring rain was pouring on him.

This kind of sensation was unexpected even by Song Beiyun, especially Yan Shu. He was in charge of writing the preface and narration. The tree pear blossom, whenever it is sad, the girls will sing a passage "the bright moon does not understand the bitterness, the slanting light reaches the dawn and wears Zhuhu".

And in Zhao Xiang's home, Miss Zhao's family sat in the boudoir, the paper was wet with tears, and the famous beads and the withered leaves became the only tools for her to express her lovesickness.

Is the girl in the wall in the book just like me?She was originally an innocent age, and she should have indulged in love with her sweetheart, but she couldn't help but want to marry a man she didn't know and carry on the family line.No matter how well her father spoke about the boy from the Yan family, the boy on the wall will always be the bright moonlight in her heart, which will not go away for a long time.

Tears filled the air again, and her eyes were so blurred that she couldn't see clearly. She flicked the stack of papers under her hands repeatedly, as if the layers of words recorded her own sorrowful thoughts, and after a little dragging It was heart-piercing.

She read it again, read it again, read it ten times, and watched it ten times, and each time it made her heart hurt even more. After reading it over and over again, her heart hurt again and again.

She didn't want to accept her fate like the girl in the wall, but she found that she couldn't find a way to get over the wall. Anxiety, resentment, sadness, and helplessness coiled in her chest like knives and axes. The marks made it hard for her to breathe.

But at the moment in the palace compound, the Empress Dowager was draped in a blanket, sitting quietly by the window, dazed, she was reminiscing about the past with Zhao Kuangyin. It was just a well-off life, but in the past years, she also enjoyed all the glory and wealth, but the most memorable thing was the time when she was waiting for her husband to come home.

She never separated from Laoyan, but it was also because she remembered the person in her heart who couldn't come back, but there seemed to be tears in her eyes.

With a long sigh, he turned his head to look at Jin Ling'er with red and swollen eyes, and laughed lightly, youth is so good, even crying can be so moving.

"Grandmother...it's getting late, I'll go to bed first." Jin Ling'er sobbed and said, "I'm going out of the palace tomorrow."

"Why?"

"I'm going to find out if there is anything behind this, if not, I will kill someone." Jin Ling'er gritted her molars and said, "Grandmother, can you allow me to go out?"

"Go." The old lady looked at Jin Ling'er with a smile: "This thing is well written, even an old woman like me has layers of thoughts, alas..."

"That's right, I don't want to see which dog wrote it." Jin Ling'er said angrily, "I hate that little bowl! Hmph!"

"What happened to the little bowl?"

Jin Ling'er pouted and said: "Xiao Wan'er is happy and happy outside the palace, but I can only live in this deep palace, making people uncomfortable."

"Little Wan'er was put under house arrest by Duke Ding. Don't be envious of her. Last time I asked, Duke Ding said that she always commits crimes outside. This time, I won't let her go out."

"Who knows, if Dingguo Gong can keep that girl in captivity, she wouldn't have become like this." Jin Ling'er was really angry, sour from the bottom of her heart: "Hmph...I'm so mad, I have to go out tomorrow."

"All right, all right, let's go." The Empress Dowager looked at Jin Ling'er dotingly: "Go with the gold medal, don't cause trouble."

"I see, thank you, Grandmother, you are the best!"

Jin Ling'er returned to her side hall after acting coquettishly, Qiaoqiao was sitting at the table drawing a design with carbon strips, seeing Jin Ling'er coming back with red and swollen eyes, she asked a little puzzled: "What's the matter?" ? Being bullied?"

"Oh, being bullied?" Jin Ling'er threw the stack of manuscripts in front of Qiao Qiao: "Look, look, look, look, what that dog did."

Qiaoqiao opened it full of curiosity, and then, as expected, she also cried like a dog, crying and saying, "How could this be...it's too much."

"Really!" Jin Ling'er snorted coldly: "Tomorrow we will go out of the palace, and ask the teacher to ask the crime!"

"Yes!" Qiaoqiao nodded heavily: "How could this be the case."

These two people are still close to Song Beiyun, and they are still like this. One can imagine what kind of attitude those readers who have never met Song Beiyun will have.

But people are still cheap in the end, even though they all hate the author to the bone, they still feel uncomfortable like cats scratching their hearts if they can't wait for the follow-up, thinking that they will go to the sneaky stall tomorrow morning and squat Check out any new word books.

And when some girls get together in twos and threes, they will also discuss the fate of the characters in this book. Some say that they are destined to reunite, and some say that they will definitely be separated forever. When the dispute is fierce, some people even start to analyze it on the spot.

The girls' attention quickly attracted the attention of men, and of course men and women have different attitudes towards certain things.

Some were as sentimental as Yan Shu and were full of worries about the fate of the two, and some criticized the couple for being indiscreet. Anyway, the direction of discussion began to go in two directions after the appearance of the man.

But this is not important anymore, on the morning of the fourth day when the snow fell, another [-] manuscripts were placed there, but the small stall was overcrowded, and the family members of the dignitaries were all crowded together. There were scrambling for the [-] copies, and some people even fought over it. Some weaker scholars also wanted to squeeze in, but they really couldn't resist the servant who was full of meat.

The [-] manuscripts were sold out in an instant, and those smugglers took their share and handed the money to Yan Shu, while Yan Shu was standing in a teahouse not far away, opposite the son of the servant of the household department.

"Cousin, you've done a great job." Yan Shu praised: "You can keep the 1000-odd coins, and you'll need your help in the future."

"Don't say that. You and I are brothers. My father is your uncle. We are a family."

"You don't want to refuse as a family." Yan Shu pushed the money over: "Go and buy some food and play for my niece."

"Then I'd rather be respectful than obedient, hahaha... Brother, why do you sell books for others and ask me to ask my colleagues from Honglu Temple to give a copy to the envoy of the Liao Kingdom?"

Yan Shu laughed loudly: "I just want him to experience the literati style of my Song Dynasty."

"Okay, okay, my cousin is very thoughtful. Come and sit at home someday when you have free time. You haven't picked all the persimmon trees yet."

"Hahahaha..." Yan Shu waved his hands again and again: "Another day, another day."

At the same time, two manuscripts have been placed in the hands of the King of the South Courtyard. After reading the first one, his hands were already trembling with anger. He is a very smart person, why can't he see that person here? He was talking about himself, but who else could that woman be?Isn't she the empress dowager?

These sour scholars, be bold!So bold!

Slandering the royal family in this way is to be killed, but I can't complain about it. Even the queen mother can only turn a blind eye and close one eye. This is a terrifying truth. If the reaction is too intense, this How can people think this is fake?

And what this book is not talking about is the Great Song and Daliao, but the Great Ming and Qing Dynasties.This dynasty did not exist at all, even if you criticize it, you can't find a fault. No matter the Song Dynasty or the Liao Dynasty, there are very few examples of being convicted of words, let alone a drama novel.

But I can't be angry, I can't be angry!

"Come here, call the Prime Minister of Honglu Temple!"

The sixth-rank official of Honglu Temple, compared with the prince-level, is naturally called. When he came here, he was questioned why he gave this to the King of Nanyuan. His answer was decent, that is, he was afraid of these things. The inconvenience of traveling during the day will make the prince bored, so he finds something to relieve the prince.

After the Honglu Temple Prime Minister finished his explanation, he asked a supplementary question: "What does the prince think is inappropriate? I will go and talk to Da Honglu Qing."

"That's all..." The King of the South Court waved his hand in annoyance: "You go down."

He drove away the people from Honglu Temple, and sat at the table alone again, looking at the two manuscripts, getting more angry and sad as he read them, but in the end he let out a long sigh, sat down again and opened the book. Volume II.

At this moment, the Empress Dowager is also in the bedroom, lying sideways on the couch and reading this article, tears are streaming down the corners of her eyes, and she has to stop after reading a few words, as if heart-piercing Feeling, but can't help but continue to watch.

"I would like to report to the Empress Dowager, today it is time to go to the Dabaoen Temple to worship the Buddha and give thanks."

"Oh, let's go then." The queen mother quickly wiped away her tears: "Go and prepare, let's show off."

"Xiao Nu will go clean up now." The little eunuch said in a low voice: "It's cold today, please be careful, Madam."

Chapter 215: On November 11th, the snow wind changes, and the snow changes, breaking the hearts of the township and failing to achieve dreams.

"Lord Song, the great king of the South Court of Liao Kingdom has gone to the Great Baoen Temple."

Xiaoyu reported the real-time movements of the King of the South Courtyard to Song Beiyun who was writing a book. At this moment, there was already a row of people sitting on the bed behind Song Beiyun. Only Zuo Rou, whose head was sleeping as if dead, was exposed under the quilt.

Song Beiyun nodded silently after hearing Xiaoyu's words: "Why is he going to Dabaoen Temple? Liao Kingdom also believes in Buddhism?"

"I don't know." Xiaoyu shook his head and said, "The Dabaoen Temple is the Imperial City Temple, and the Secretary of Command is not allowed to enter and investigate."

"Okay, you go to rest for a while, eat something and sleep."

"Yes, Master Song."

After Xiaoyu left, Song Beiyun continued pointing at Zuorou and said, "Look at this damn thing, it can't wake up during the day, and it's more energetic than anyone else at night, except for the convenience of taking a bath, it will keep me here all day Write something, look at my dark circles."

"Who made you so ruthless? When I think that Gu Tao has no choice but to leave six sons of Xin and go to the Qing Dynasty, one in the land of Wuyue and the other in the bitter cold of the extreme north, my heart will be broken." Qiaoqiao hugged her arms beside her. He said resentfully: "You really want to spoil the fun, so what if you let the two of them be together? So what if everyone is happy!"

Song Beiyun remained silent, but Jin Ling'er said thoughtfully, "Did Xiao Yu'er just mention Baoen Temple?"

"Huh?" Song Beiyun turned his head to the side: "Very familiar?"

"I've been there, but yesterday the Queen Mother went to Bao'en Temple, saying that she was going to fast and worship the Buddha for seven days." Jin Ling'er looked at Song Beiyun and then at the manuscript in his hand, her eyes suddenly widened: "My God! ! Didn’t you write about those two people?”

Jin Ling'er is naturally not comparable to Zuo Rou, her IQ is online the whole time, and the plot in the book is so consistent with the real plot, she immediately thought of a possibility.