Song Beiyun

"Master Song... the lower official also made an unintentional mistake."

"What have you been doing?"

Song Beiyun became murderous in an instant, and he was blowing cold air all over his body. It was because he hadn't done anything, otherwise, he might have died as the girl said.

"No, no, I didn't do anything, and I was slapped..."

Song Beiyun snatched the token with his hands: "Things that are not successful enough to fail, get out!"

"Yes Yes Yes……"

After getting rid of this bastard, Song Beiyun quickly put on his clothes and went to Nancheng non-stop. He didn't bother to knock on the door, so he skipped the yard and entered Miaoyan's yard. He opened the door and saw that Miaoyan was really fine. Lying on his side on the bed, he opened his eyes slightly and looked at him.

"Come in without knocking."

Miao Yan chuckled, slowly sat up from the bed, stretched, the quilt slipped off her body, revealing her graceful figure.

Song Beiyun stepped forward and said with a smile, "I'm afraid that those bastards under me will do something to you, so I'm so anxious."

"looks good?"

"Of course it looks good." Song Beiyun nodded again and again: "Absolutely."

Miao Yan giggled: "Come on, warm the quilt for me, I can't sleep warm by myself, it's cold."

"okay!"

Naturally, such a good thing cannot be missed. Song Beiyun quickly tossed off his coat and slipped into bed, wrapped his hands around Miaoyan's waist, and buried his face in her hair: "Ah...extremely silky."

"No messing around." Miao Yan said so without any resistance: "I heard that you are looking for a house?"

"That's right." Song Beiyun sighed, "It's become a haunted house over there. Three to four hundred people died in one night inside and outside the house. Who can stand it?"

Miao Yan groaned, and patted Song Beiyun's hand: "With so much effort, I'm afraid of pain."

"I'll just take it easy." Song Beiyun kissed her neck and continued, "So I plan to change the house and sell it."

"Then let's just live here. You paid for the house in the first place." Miao Yan felt Song Beiyun's body was hot, and subconsciously squeezed into his arms: "It will be convenient for you to do anything at that time."

"What are you going to do? Don't you want to increase your favorability?"

"That's definitely necessary." Miao Yan smiled and patted Song Beiyun's leg: "But for the sake of protecting me carefully, it's not impossible to let you take advantage of it."

"Actually, we still need to buy a new house. After all, Zuo Rou Qiaoyun and the others often go to live there, and you won't be able to talk to them, so as not to be awkward when we meet." Song Beiyun whispered into Miaoyan's ear while speaking: " So it's better to stay away."

"Stop making trouble..." Miao Yan hummed softly, and said in an almost coquettish tone: "The favorability level hasn't reached yet... Don't..."

"Then give me a kiss at the head office?"

"No, who knows what you will kiss, I haven't eaten yet, go and get me something to eat. Then tell me about last night."

Song Beiyun had no choice but to stand up and go to the kitchen to cook. When he came back, Miaoyan had already dressed and sat there waiting for the meal.

"I'm telling the truth, if you want to, you can move here directly, so you don't have to live in the unit." Miao Yan looked at him with a bowl in his hand: "Actually...sometimes I live alone, and I'm a little scared."

"Honestly?"

"Hmm..." Miao Yan smiled a little embarrassedly: "The strong woman I worked so hard to create failed all at once... And I always wake up from the cold at night."

"Well, you are a little weak, and you tend to get cold in winter." Song Beiyun sat cross-legged on the wool carpet opposite her: "Come on, come on, let me tell you how exciting it was last night."

"Tell me." Miao Yan started to eat with small mouthfuls: "Oh? Aren't you telling a story, why did you start to eat?"

"I didn't eat two meals, and I was so hungry. I have to go to Honglu Temple later in the evening, so I have to eat two bites quickly, and I will tell you while eating."

"You've lost weight recently."

"Oh, what should I do." Song Beiyun sighed, "If you want to live better in this world, you have to protect your goblin-level associates from being abused, so you have to work."

"Increased favorability."

"That's one more?" Song Beiyun held a large piece of meat to Miaoyan: "You can't be picky eaters anymore, your health is really bad, if you continue like this, you won't be able to have children."

"Okay, hurry up and tell me about the White Lotus Sect. I think there is a lot of room for manipulation here. What are your plans?"

Chapter 241: On December 12th, the sunny day leaned on the east wind and the momentum became crazy

"Hey, your heart is really wild."

Song Beiyun held Miaoyan's face and kissed her regardless of her dodge, then got up and said, "Okay, let's not get involved in the White Lotus Sect. It's not good for the cult to get involved. By the way, engineering boss, I want to Do you have a good way to restore the metric units?"

"Why not? The White Lotus Sect has been a huge force since ancient times. If it can be controlled, it will definitely be able to get twice the result with half the effort."

Facing the ambitious Miss Ji Wang, Song Beiyun just hugged her from behind and whispered, "Once the boat capsizes, no one on board will survive."

Miao Yan turned his head and glanced at Song Beiyun: "Anyway, if you don't agree, then forget about it. I'm only responsible for giving you opinions on the general direction, and it's up to you to decide."

"Good boy." Song Beiyun smiled and rubbed her belly lightly: "Are you full?"

"If you take advantage, you can take advantage of it. It's still hypocritical." Miao Yan leaned back naturally: "Your hands are warm, and it's still very comfortable."

"Then I'll be a warm baby for you, what reward will Miss Miaoyan get?"

"No, solve it yourself." Miao Yan smiled and twisted Song Beiyun's nose, then turned around and asked, "Then what are you going to do with the leader of the White Lotus Sect?"

In fact, Song Beiyun still hasn't thought about how to deal with that person. He actually doesn't have too many forward-looking plans. Most of the time, he just takes one step at a time. As for what to do, it depends on that white thing tomorrow. Can someone like him bring some benefits to Song Beiyun.

If the benefits are enough, it would be a good idea to save him from the death penalty. If there are no benefits, it must be interesting that Song Beiyun has never watched Ling Chi, the torture that countless people regard as the supreme masterpiece in ancient punishments.

"Okay, anyway, I think it's better for you to be a little forward-looking, and you can't always take one step at a time." Miao Yan said, and put his arms around Song Beiyun's neck: "Skip the White Lotus Sect, just now you What are you talking about?"

"It's about the metric unit. I really can't figure out what to do about it."

"Are you a master of chemistry? You ask me that?" Miao Yan looked at Song Beiyun in surprise, "But what do you want this for? Wouldn't it be good to design a unit yourself?"

Song Beiyun thought for a while, then shook his head lightly, and said, "There is no perfect system of ISO units that I randomly set. The industry needs precise measurements, and units such as meters, liters, and seconds are all necessary."

"That's right, the length unit is the most basic unit, so now there are several feasible methods. One is the displacement of the sun, and the other is the standard atmospheric pressure mercury column. I personally recommend the mercury column method, which is relatively simple. Just level it, Then write down the relevant data, take the average after multiple comparisons, and you can reach an approximate value.”

When Song Beiyun heard it, he immediately slapped his head: "That's right! The leveling method of the water surface, the mercury column is 760MM, and the average value of many times is then used to find quarters and eights. The altitude of Nanjing seems to be more than 20 meters. A low-lying land can be ignored for altitude."

"I'll do the calculation for you. It's the decimal system. Isn't there a metric unit?" Miao Yan said with a smile: "For you, sealing glass and mercury column are not difficult problems? Zero degrees you Just use a mixture of ice and water, and level it with a hanging wire. The Torricelli mercury column test, the average value of forty to sixty times, is accurate to less than a millimeter."

Song Beiyun excitedly hugged Miaoyan and kissed him several times, his delicate face was sucked out with a red mark, Miaoyan didn't dodge, but enjoyed such strong hugs and kisses very much, and even hugged Song Beiyun with his backhand uncontrollably .

"You actually like being hugged by me, don't you?" Song Beiyun looked down into Miaoyan's eyes: "You are very insecure."

"Hmm..." Miao Yan chuckled, "You have to protect me."

"Don't worry." Song Beiyun leaned in front of her: "I will cover you for the rest of your life."

After speaking, he lightly touched Miaoyan's lips, she didn't resist, and then he began to push his feet. If outsiders heard it, it would be really unbearable, but this feeling can be said to be the ultimate enjoyment for the person involved .

Fortunately, Miss Ji Wang was calm enough. When she was about to lose control of herself, she gently pushed Song Beiyun away: "It's time for you to go to work. Come and stay here at night. I'll leave a light for you. I'll leave it in a few days." Things have been moved here, as for Zuorou and others, let’s live here, I’ll have someone to accompany me if it’s more lively, and I think Qiaoqiao can’t always follow the princess as a follower, she should be trained systematically.”

Song Beiyun reluctantly withdrew his hand, put it under his nose and smelled it: "Sweet and greasy fragrance."

"Go away!" Miao Yan rolled her eyes and bit Song Beiyun: "Go and do your business."

Song Beiyun left the small house and went straight to Honglu Temple. He still had a letter from the Queen Mother to the King of the South Court, and he had to take this opportunity to negotiate with the King of the South Court about the letter of credence, otherwise it would be a mess. Like Article 21, it's really not easy to explain to Zhao Xing.

When he came to Honglu Temple, if he wanted to see the Great King of Nanyuan in his capacity, he only needed the consent of the prince himself, and there was no need to inform the secretary of Honglu Temple, so Song Beiyun met the King of Nanyuan soon.

When I saw the queen mother's Jin Lang, he was teaching his daughter to write Chinese characters. The girl's handwriting was as if she had broken her hand. The king of the South Court said: "My lord is safe and blessed."

"Why?"

"Hmm..." Song Beiyun glanced at the princess of the Liao Kingdom who was doing homework next to him: "This?"

The King of the South Courtyard nodded: "Go to the side."

The two came to a hut, and Song Beiyun first handed him the letter from the queen mother: "This is a letter from the queen mother, please keep it."

"Hmm..." Prince Liao put the letter into his arms, turned his head and glanced at Song Beiyun: "Is there anything else?"

"It's not a big deal." Song Beiyun took the opportunity to sit down: "My lord, I gave you an explanation, I gave an explanation to the Queen Mother, and now I should also give an explanation to the Great Song Emperor."

The king of the South Court lowered his eyelids: "Are you going to talk to this king?"

"I'm not qualified as an envoy of the imperial city. But what if I represent the emperor of the Song Dynasty? Don't forget, my lord, I'm still an imperial envoy, before and now. I always have to give an account."

The King of the Southern Court looked down at Song Beiyun, and laughed lightly: "What about the National Book?"

Song Beiyun chuckled, and took out another thing from his arms: "The prince's credential was accidentally damaged by our country's officials before. This is a copy. The prince can see if it is the original?"

The king of the South Court picked up the credential and flipped through it. After looking around, he frowned. This credential was not the same thing as the one he had handed in before, and the clauses on it had long since changed beyond recognition.But even so, he still carefully read the revised terms.

He found that it was almost the same as the limit he could accept, which made him look up at Song Beiyun in astonishment, but before he could speak, Song Beiyun said first: "If the prince confirms that it is correct, he will sign it. It’s good to take it back for business.”

"you……"

"My lord?" Song Beiyun squinted at the King of the South Courtyard: "How is it?"

His eyes, his expression management, etc. all made the King of the South Yard want to punch him, but he has all the secrets of himself in his hands, and he has become the only link between himself and Yu'er. It was impossible to speak harshly, so I could only chuckle lightly and say, "After all, Da Song is a hero, I underestimated it."

After finishing speaking, he took a pen and signed his name on the place where the letter of credence was signed, and pressed the golden seal of the King of the South Court. After repeated confirmation, Song Beiyun put away the letter of credence, stood up and cupped his hands at the King of the South Court: " Then I won't bother the prince any more."

"Hey." The King of the Southern Court shouted to stop Song Beiyun: "If one day, the Song Dynasty has no place for you, go to the Liao Kingdom."

"Thank you, Lord, for your kindness." Song Beiyun smiled and cupped his hands, then turned around and added: "Tomorrow, I will ask someone to bring a copybook to the little princess, copying the words will definitely make great progress."

Looking at Song Beiyun's back, the King of the Southern Court sighed in his heart, this is not like a young man under the age of 20 at all, just with that look, he felt that he was facing a treacherous and cunning person of his own age .

He has seen talents from various countries, but he has never seen a person who is as impeccable as Song Beiyun in his work and speech, and who is so precise in handling things and keeps a front line everywhere.Those talented people are either proud of their talents, or pedantic, and they are not as slippery as this person at all.

If this person can go to Daliao to assist the Eldest Prince, within three years, the Eldest Prince will definitely be on the throne, and this person will definitely be a talented ruler in the future. After all, ruling the world does not depend on being talented, it is more necessary It's as exquisite as ever.

Song Beiyun didn't dare to delay after he got the new certificate of state, and went directly to the palace. Even though he is still a mere sixth-rank official, he has quietly become the hottest person today. When he entered the palace, it was just a matter of urgency, and even the eunuch of Si Ming did not dare to stop him too much.

"You broke into the palace at night, you really don't have any interest." Old eunuch Wang hurriedly put on his clothes and walked out of his room: "What's the matter, Mr. Song!"

The words Mr. Song seemed to come out from between his teeth. Song Beiyun didn't bother to pay attention to him, but just took out the letter of credence from his arms and slapped it on his face: "I'm leaving, please let the officials take it easy, don't worry about it." Playing a female assassin is playing yourself out of the wind."

The old eunuch Wang flipped through the letter of credence in his hand, and when he saw the name and the big golden seal on it, he knelt down in fright. He didn't even bother to tie his hair, and ran to Zhao Xing's bedroom He rushed over, but in the middle of the rush, he suddenly turned around and grabbed Song Beiyun: "You can't go! Come, come, come with me to see the official's house!"

Chapter 242: Even though it is sunny on December 12th, it is quiet and quiet, but it still needs to be slick

Zhao Xing was aroused from the bedroom, with a very displeased face, he came to the Shang's study without even getting his clothes straightened, and muttered in his mouth, "You can't wait for the sun to shine, you have to This black light is blind."

"What are you doing to delay the officials?"

"Play... play a fart." Zhao Xing sat down on the dragon couch, and pushed up his sleeves angrily: "Look at me scratching."

The old eunuch Wang lowered his head and pretended not to see, but Song Beiyun stretched his head and laughed: "Officials, it is reasonable to say that Taizu's lineage is good at kung fu, how could he be scratched like this."

"Don't mention it." Zhao Xing thumped the table: "Fire horse! But speaking of it, you don't have to go to my Golden Palace if you have nothing to do. Today you are here because you have something to do. Tell me, do you want people or money?"

Song Beiyun looked at Zhao Xing with a smile on his face. This guy seemed to be starting to play the cultivation game, which was quite interesting.However, the children of the Zhao family are still good at martial arts in theory. After all, if Zhao Kuangyin is not the emperor, he will also be a master of the sect. Just one Taizu Changquan is enough to show off the kind that has lasted for hundreds of years. From this point of view Fu Wang knew it, don't look at Fu Wang's old age, the combat power can be placed there.

"It's not asking for people or money. On the contrary, I'm here to send money to the officials." Song Beiyun handed over the letter of credence in the hands of the old eunuch Wang: "This old man has no guts. Give it to the government. Don’t even dare to read the book, the government might as well let him return to his hometown as soon as possible to farm and feed pigs.”

Wang Banban was so angry that his chest was pounding, but as a eunuch, he couldn't quarrel with others in front of the emperor, and he could only bear with his anger.

"Don't bother the king's companion. Eunuchs are not allowed to participate in politics, even handing over books. This is the rule of my Song Dynasty." Zhao Xing said to the old eunuch Wang with a smile: "Don't ask for a companion." I'm angry, this guy's mouth is so delicate, if he has malicious intentions, the Secretary of the Commander is probably gone now."

The old eunuch Wang lowered his head and said nothing, just looked up at Song Beiyun, and then turned his head away again not to look at him.

"Oh! You are still not convinced." Song Beiyun pointed at him: "Old dog, I told you that you hired the widow, mother and son of the He family outside and changed the boy's surname to be king. I didn't say anything. .”

When the old eunuch Wang heard this, he knelt down on the ground and kowtowed to Zhao Xing, and Zhao Xing's expression changed: "Song Qing, it's almost enough, Wang's companion is disabled, and there will always be someone in the future. No matter how many apprentices and grandchildren there are, there will be very few people who will be able to retire with him at that time, so you should feel pity for him."

Song Beiyun laughed: "Officials, you look down on me too much. If I really wanted to do something, why would I say here that if I went to talk to the Queen Mother like this, the old guy would be killed with a stick, and the officials would protect me." The kind that can't live."

Old Eunuch Wang's face was ashen. He knew that Song Beiyun was not lying, and that he was just a slave after all. If the Queen Mother really took hold of this and wanted to stick him, he would have nothing to do.

"That's enough, that's enough, we're all my people, don't fight over there." Zhao Xing opened the letter of credentials, dumbfounded, "Come on, let me see if you, Song, can fulfill the promise you made at the beginning. "

When Zhao Xing was reading the book, Song Beiyun stretched out his hand and pulled the old eunuch up: "Don't think that I don't know that you talk bad about me in front of the officials all day long, you old man is very bad."

"Don't dare..." The old eunuch said in a low voice, "Thank you Lord Song for not killing me."

"Officials, this man is useless, let him die." Song Beiyun suddenly pointed at the old eunuch and shouted: "Listen to what dirty things this guy said, why don't you thank me for not killing me? Just talking nonsense? This is still in front of the officials and me, if I don’t know how to say it behind my back, I am a shabby official of the same sixth rank, why should I spare the life of a nobleman? "

"That's enough, that's enough, oh...you have to forgive him and forgive him, don't bother him anymore." Zhao Xing raised his head and smiled bitterly: "Tomorrow I will be a master, and in the future all my servants in Song Dynasty can marry Wives and concubines, this is not a big deal. Also, Wang Banban, don't you always try to speak ill of Mr. Song. I have only a few of you around me. When the time comes, you still have a quarrel. What should I do?"

Eunuch Wang thanked him on his knees and admitted his mistake frankly, but he really didn't want to see Song Beiyun again, so he hurriedly told him to go and said that he was preparing tea and cakes, and used this as an excuse to run far away.

With no one to mess around with, Song Beiyun was much quieter. Sitting next to him, he flipped through the books Zhao Xing usually read. Start a book of Analects, which contains the fourth chapter of "Yi Lian Chun Meng", casually flip through the books piled up next to it, good guy... from the first chapter to the latest sixth chapter, there is not a bad book.

No wonder this guy insisted on "interrogating" the female assassin himself, it turns out that this naughty emperor is his loyal reader.No wonder, this guy's ultimate dream is to go back to face the sea, feed horses and chop firewood, and travel around the world in the warmth of spring. His mantra is "Do you want to be an emperor?" I think he is a man of integrity with Miss Zuo in his bones, and he has never had any serious contact with him since he was a child. Having received royal education, being a puppet emperor is terribly annoying. Now I want to imitate the Ming emperor who has a mutual love affair with the bandit leader's daughter in the branch line of the novel.

It's justifiable.

Song Beiyun laughed to himself, he was lucky to have met such an emperor and such a confused Song Dynasty, but whenever he went to another era, be it the Ming Dynasty or the Qing Dynasty, he couldn't get rid of the dead word. Here at least the emperor must be better at speaking now than Renzong in history.