Song Beiyun

"Well, it makes sense."

Zhang Shangshu was just going through the motions, after all, the funding of the Imperial City Division was not paid by the Ministry of Industry, it was just affiliation, it was clearly a different system, and he couldn't control it.

After eating, Zhang Shangshu and Song Beiyun sat and ate. He looked around and nodded lightly: "Unexpectedly, Mr. Song is still young, but he manages it in an orderly manner. Even these rascals can take care of them properly. In time, they will become the pillars of the court. talent."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang, for your compliment."

"In a few days, I will go and tell the officials that you will come to the Ministry of Industry in the next year. Don't you regret it? You must know that the Ministry of Industry is a Qingshui yamen."

Song Beiyun's eyes lit up at that moment, he stood up and bowed with fists in his hands: "Thank you, Mr. Zhang."

"It's not worth mentioning, but why does X need to be cubic?"

Some people are martial idiots, some are flower idiots, and some are music idiots, so naturally there are some people who are learning idiots. This Zhang Shangshu can really be said to have been born at an untimely time. The most exuberant, and also the one with the most respect for knowledge.

Maybe there is a natural closeness between science and engineering. Anyway, Song Beiyun likes this little old man, and this little old man seems to be quite satisfied with Song Beiyun.

And this person's biggest problem may be his good face, but it's no wonder he is, after all, 60 years younger, let such a person be ashamed to ask a person who is not much older than his daughter, as long as he is not a saint, most people will do it No, not to mention that he is a minister!He is a minister-level boss, and he is the kind that the third-rank governor would go out to greet when he goes down to the local area.

For the next day and a half, Song Beiyun spent all his time on the little old man. He spent the whole day in Song Beiyun's office. In order not to affect Song Beiyun's work, he even squeezed a small table with his daughter to do the questions there. The two discussed it from time to time.

"Master Zhang, tomorrow I'm going back to my hometown to rest and take a bath. Maybe I'll see you again in the next year."

On the last evening before leaving, Song Beiyun sent Mrs. Zhang and Miss Qing to the gate: "I also wrote down the exercises for the rest, so you can have a good time."

Zhang Shangshu twirled his beard and chuckled lightly: "That's not easy to come by."

"Stop bragging." Miss Qing snorted: "Today's topic, seven mistakes and five mistakes, are all low-level mistakes."

Zhang Shangshu immediately fell silent, the little old man's Achilles' heel was the eccentric daughter at home, and there was nothing he could do about it.

After Zhang Qing finished talking about his father, he turned to look at Song Beiyun, and said pitifully, "Master, you need to come back soon..."

"I'll go back after I've had a rest." Song Beiyun said with a smile, "Okay, I'll see you off soon, Zhang Shangshu walks slowly on the road."

When the father and daughter left, Song Beiyun could hear Zhang Shangshu scolding Miss Qing from a distance, saying that she was too shy to say that kind of thing, and she couldn't even memorize a formula after studying for so long.

"It's really a wonderful couple." Yan Shu walked out of the door: "The past two days have made me so angry that I dare not show it."

"A studious person."

"But speaking of it, this minister was also known as a child prodigy back then. He was quick-witted but loved arithmetic. If he recited poems right, he might be no less than Li Taibai. But it's also strange. As far as your stuff is concerned, idlers are afraid." If you can’t accept it, they will think you are deviant and subvert the classics.”

"Everyone has his own ambitions, and some things depend on talent. Besides, he is not a Confucianist, and his thoughts are obviously miscellaneous. Look at you, wouldn't someone be called a child prodigy if you are so useless?" Song Beiyun turned his head: "Let's sort it out , go home for the New Year!"

"Oh, I'm really a genius!" Yan Shu chased after him unwillingly: "You can't be talking nonsense."

"Okay, okay, you don't have to send me off tomorrow, it's just a month anyway."

"Do you think I like you so much? Let's go early." Yan Shu looked at him with his hands behind his back: "In a few days, my family will come from my hometown to spend the festive season with grandpa. Have you made arrangements for your rotation?"

"Ah."

"Be careful when you go back." Yan Shu whispered, "White lotus is rampant in Jiangxi. Public enemy number one like you, if they find a chance, they will definitely kill you."

Song Beiyun frowned suddenly: "If you don't remind me, I really forgot about this and left."

After he left the Imperial City Division, he went straight home. There was no one else in the house except Xiaoyu. Zuo Rouqiaoyun was restrained by Xiumu's Duke Dingguo and could not go out. Jin Ling'er had no time to go out of the palace. .Miaoyan and Qiaoqiao went to buy new year's goods, so the house was bleak.

"Xiaoyu, come back home with me tomorrow to celebrate the New Year."

"Ah?" Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment: "This... is it really possible?"

"That's natural." Song Beiyun laughed: "Leave you here alone? By the way, you will go to Lao Wang later and ask him to borrow ten good hands. We will go on the road together, and all their expenses will be paid for." Count on me."

"Master Song is worried about Bailian's revenge?"

"The family has no power to restrain the chicken, so we should be more careful." Song Beiyun patted Xiaoyu's head: "You go after dinner."

Chapter 270: Returning home on January 1, 14

"Master Song, Wang Daban said that there are no important people. This is the time when the palace is short of manpower during the rest period. Don't say ten people, or none of them will be available."

After Xiaoyu came back to report, Song Beiyun was ready to go into the palace to explain the reasoning, but fortunately Xiaoyu quickly stopped him: "Master Song, don't be in a hurry, I haven't finished talking yet."

Maybe it's because Xiaoyu doesn't like talking all the time, so his speech speed is relatively slower. He grabbed Song Beiyun and pulled out a token from his arms: "Wang Daban said , if you are going to Hongdu Mansion, this brand is much better than those ten people."

Looking at the inner government decree in his hand, Comrade Xiao Song didn't know what expression to use. After all, this thing is... a bit embarrassing. He is not a very brave person himself, and he was cowardly from the beginning to the end. , now that no one has only a piece of broken iron, he is really a bit on top.

"I'm afraid the old dog doesn't want to mess around anymore." Song Beiyun snorted coldly, "Ask him how many people he borrows and he's so frivolous. The old guy really doesn't know what to do."

"Sir Song doesn't know something." Xiaoyu explained with embarrassment: "There are probably seven to eighty people in Hongdu Mansion who are in charge of my orders."

"so much?"

After Song Beiyun finished speaking, he suddenly patted his forehead. He understood why there were so many eunuchs in Nanchang. Song Goudan was there!Song Goudan's real name was the well-known Zhao Zhen in the time and space before Song Beiyun, and he was also one of the only males in the Zhao family's generation, the cousin of the current emperor and the grandson of Emperor Taizong.

Zhao Xing now seems to be a good-tempered and kind-hearted emperor. In order to prevent his poor little brother from being murdered, he even quietly set up a secret agency in Nanchang that is completely separated from it.

It's funny to say that one of the things that the Imperial City Secretary has to do is to clear up the remnants of Emperor Taizong, but now Song Beiyun, who adopted the last grandson of Taizong, has become the leader of the Imperial City Secretary, and even holds the order of the emperor in his hand. company's token.

You must know that Siming Division and Huangcheng Division are natural enemies, but now there is a subtle feeling, that is, the feeling of accidentally becoming the leader of a law enforcement agency from a death row prisoner, even thinking about it can make people laugh out loud .

And the queen mother seems to have more trust in Xiao Song, and Xiao Song also goes to coax the queen mother every now and then, with delicious and fun food, and news of her lover.All in all... all in all it was fun.If you read this history in a book instead of witnesses, no one would believe it. The replacement of civet cats for princes does exist, and it has continued in this way.

"Little fish."

"Master Song." Xiaoyu turned around: "What orders do you have?"

"Is the Queen about to give birth?"

"It is said that we will give birth after the next year." Xiaoyu asked in surprise, "Why does Master Song ask this?"

"It's okay, I just want to know that Zhao Xing is going to be a father too." Song Beiyun had a weird smile on his lips: "Okay, you can go to rest quickly, we have to leave early in the morning tomorrow."

Song Beiyun didn't look for any witty or clever words tonight. After all, he hasn't had a good rest these days. If he doesn't get a good night's sleep, he might die suddenly on the road tomorrow. The quilt fell asleep.

He didn't know when Qiaoqiao and Miaoyan came back. When he woke up, Xiaoyu was already instructing the porters to pack the luggage there, and Qiaoqiao was holding a bowl as a supervisor, afraid that something might happen. bumped.

"Take it easy, this thing is expensive, if you break it, Master Song won't break your hand." Qiaoqiao was dissatisfied with the rough hands of the porters, she put down the bowl and began to yell: "Be quicker, don't delay gone."

At this time, Song Beiyun came out yawning, and it happened that Zuo Rou came in through the gate with Qiao Yun, and behind them was a woman disguised as a man.

"Yo, you still know how to come."

Song Beiyun saw Jin Ling'er in disguise: "I wonder if you've forgotten all about this."

"Your bitter mouth is really hateful." Qiaoqiao slapped him, went up to him, took Jin Ling'er's hand and led her into the room.

Then he came out and pushed Song Beiyun in: "I have worked so hard to come out to say goodbye to you, so don't be so bitter."

Song Beiyun sighed, walked in and closed the door behind him.And Zuo Rou wanted to listen to the wall, but was dragged back by Qiao Yun: "In broad daylight...you can't see it."

"If you want to say that you understand, then Qiaoyun understands." Zuo Rou glanced around Qiaoyun several times: "The person next to the pillow is the person next to the pillow."

Qiaoyun blushed and turned around to go into the house to help tidy up...

"When you come back after the New Year, you must be the number one."

Jin Ling'er hugged Song Beiyun's neck and threw herself into his arms, her reluctant look looked cute.

"Is there any inside news?"

"Well, it's initially scheduled to be after Chunwei. Because the time of Chunwei in Song and Liao is similar, the matter of recruiting relatives will be considered to start after Chunwei is ranked. At that time, all the talents in Song and Liao will gather..."

"Don't worry, if you can't handle it, I will take you away."

"Nonsense." Jin Ling'er bit Song Beiyun's chest: "If you don't get the first place, I really have to marry someone else. By then, you will regret it."

"Then I'll let Qiaoqiao marry your daughter after giving birth to a son. Aren't we still a family?"

"Bastard!" Jin Ling'er raised her head and hit Song Beiyun hard: "I'm serious."

"I know, I'm joking." Song Beiyun patted her head and kissed her on the cheek: "Don't worry, if I don't get the first place, I will kill the first one. How many people are there in front of me?" , how many people have to die.”

"You..." Jin Ling'er silently shook her head, "You're an expert at talking nonsense."

"You think I'm still joking?" Song Beiyun rubbed her hair: "This is not a joke."

Although what she said was shocking, as the heroine of this play, she felt extremely sweet in her heart. Although she said in her mouth that she should not mess around, there was already friendship in her eyes.

"Next year, you will have to go out with me to celebrate the new year." Song Beiyun laughed, and squeezed Jin Ling'er's buttocks: "Also, it's been a month, right? Don't talk about showing up, just a few There is no greeting, what do you say?"

When Jin Ling'er heard this, she quickly began to explain: "A few days ago, the emperor's grandmother was not in good health, and she was always out of breath at night. My mother also fell ill, so it's not easy for me to go out of the palace. Good brother... "

"Is everything all right now?"

"It's all getting better." Jin Ling'er said coquettishly, "I'm also thinking about my good brother... Sometimes thinking about it makes me sticky."

"Oh, that's right! That's the smell, and that's what my princess would say." Song Beiyun smiled and clapped his hands: "This smell is authentic!"

"After the new year, my good brother will come back. I will come to you as soon as I am free. You can eat as many peaches as you want!"

"It's a deal."

"That's natural. I can't count when I speak." Jin Ling'er stood on tiptoe and kissed Song Beiyun: "You should come back soon."

"I'll be back after a year."

At this moment, the horse's bell sounded outside, Jin Ling'er pinched Xiao Song, lowered his head and said with a smile, "I'll let you make trouble when I get back."

After she finished speaking, she turned her head and glanced outside: "You should also say goodbye to sister Qiaoyun, or you will be said to be ignorant."

Saying goodbye to Qiaoyun or something, it's a good thing we see each other often after all, and the Chinese New Year is not too long, but Zuo Rou wants to get into the carriage with all his heart.

"Let me tell you, you will be twenty after the new year." Song Beiyun hooked Zuorou's neck and dragged her aside: "You have to start to be sensible. You don't need to be virtuous and virtuous, but you also need to be able to handle the scale. New Year's Eve This is the day when the family should be reunited, you should be with your family as a matter of course, I have never dared to tell you before, but now I am telling you that Duke Ding's days may not be too long."

Zuo Rou was taken aback, and looked at Song Beiyun in horror: "You...you fart."

"Fighting all the year round, the conditions are difficult, Duke Ding has old problems. A few days ago, I saw that his complexion was not so good. This is the evil result of overdraft. I am not telling you to stimulate you, but I hope you understand Do something, spend more time with your family. He dotes on you so much, you have to show some affection." Song Beiyun pinched Zuo Rou's nose: "When the time comes, the son wants to support you but doesn't want to be with you. You will regret the hardship for the rest of your life, even if you want When I left, it was all I could not forget.”

"You...don't lie to me." Zuo Rou obviously panicked: "My father..."

"I don't know, maybe ten years. When I saw him a few days ago, his hands were already trembling. Duke Ding himself is not allowed to say anything."

"I see..." Zuo Rou's mouth fell down, as if she was about to cry.

"Okay, knowing the destiny is all about human affairs." Song Beiyun wiped away her tears with his sleeve: "Besides, there is no Jinling City in Hongdu Mansion. It's nothing more than ordinary times, and you can stay at home safely during the New Year."

"Um……"

After finally comforting Zuo Rou, Song Beiyun quietly handed over all his remaining cash, about 20 stamps, to Qiaoyun: "Sister Qiaoyun, you have to take care of the family. I also have a feeling that I can't spend the New Year with you." If you owe money, you can spend whatever you want, buy some nice clothes, shoes and hats, I don’t want my sister Qiaoyun to always dress up like a maid, and feel unhappy. When I come back after the new year, I will go to Ding Guogong and say , I want you to come over."

"Really?" Qiao Yun's eyes lit up immediately: "But I'm a cheap..."

"Go to hell, whoever dares to say that about you in front of me, that person's face will be full of peach blossoms." Song Beiyun also rubbed Qiaoyun's hair: "Okay, keep an eye on that silly girl, and wait for me to come back."

"En!" Qiao Yun nodded heavily: "Go ahead, don't let them wait quietly."

"gone."

Sitting in the carriage on the way back, Song Beiyun waved his hands until he could not see anyone before he came back. Qiaoqiao wiped her tears sadly, but she laughed wonderfully: "You are amazing, Mr. Song. Each one of you, you give Put it on in a submissive manner."

"Don't be six basic exercises." Song Beiyun waved his hand: "Girls, they should be pampered."

"Hmph." Miao Yan snorted coldly and stopped talking.

At this time, Xiaoyu, who was driving the car, turned around and said to Song Beiyun: "Master Song, I just figured it out, this journey will probably take seven days to arrive, should we live in the official post?"

"Of course, it doesn't cost any money." Song Beiyun laughed, "And I'm a sixth-rank Beijing official, so I'd scare people to death."

To be an official in the Song Dynasty, the fifth-rank Beijing official is a hurdle. At the fifth rank, you can bring your wife, children, children, and even a whole family to the capital to settle down, but the sixth rank is not enough.

But it is precisely because of this that the sixth-rank Beijing officials have become the highest rank among the returning officials. The Beijing officials themselves will be one level higher than the local officials in the platoon, and Hongdu Mansion is now a fifth-rank state. When a sixth-rank Beijing official goes to Wupin Prefecture, although the governor of Shangzhou does not need to go out to greet him in name, he will send invitations to invite people to the banquet.And the privileges in other aspects are countless, it can be said that it is like a fish in water.

This is why it is difficult to study, to be famous, to be an official, and even more difficult to be an official in Beijing, but there are still countless people flocking to it. Why?Isn't it just for such a little privilege?Of course, it is not ruled out that some people really want to rule the country and the world, but most of them are just trying to become that master in the final analysis.

The carriage slowly climbed up the official road. The weather has been sunny these days, and the winter is not so cold. Many people outside the city are walking on both sides of the official road with their luggage on their backs. They think they must go back to Jinling for the New Year, or It is anti-country Chinese New Year.

"I really didn't expect that." Song Beiyun took a deep breath of the breeze in the sun, put down the curtain and said with a smile, "One day I will also be able to return home in a carriage."

Qiaoqiao is the most proud of her. Now she is also an eldest lady who goes to and from the palace and wears a fine dress. The country girl in the past is gone forever. If the little sisters in the town see her now, they may not even recognize her. I dare not admit it.

"By the way, going back this time is actually dangerous." Song Beiyun patted the dozing man and said, "Wake up, listen to me."

"Just say what you want, why wake me up?" Miao Yan frowned, adjusted her posture, pulled Song Beiyun's leg, and lay on top of it: "I can hear you."

Song Beiyun nodded and said, "The thing is, the White Lotus Sect may attack me. If anything happens to me, you can't be impulsive. Don't report to the officials, don't look for me, and don't send letters to anyone."

"Why?" Quietly asked in surprise, "Isn't that very dangerous?"

"Of course I have a way to deal with it. Whether it's reporting to the police or looking for me, it will only increase the trouble. At that time, you will follow Aunt Hong. As long as Aunt Hong is with you, you will be safe." Song Beiyun tapped lightly Wonderful words: "Did you hear that?"

"Listen, are you already imagining what will happen if you are assassinated or kidnapped? Tell me what you plan to do, the road is very boring."