Song Beiyun

"I know, I know..." A Qiao saw the appearance in front of her and Song Beiyun's expression, and realized the seriousness of the matter: "I'll just follow you."

The two slowed down, calmed down their emotions, and then Song Beiyun brought Aqiao to the gate of the city and began to be interrogated.

"Reason."

The imperial guards opened their hands coldly to Song Beiyun: "If you have no reason, don't leave the city."

Song Beiyun had a bitter face: "Brother, my wife and I are the householders of Xiaolianzhuang. We came to set up and sell some medicinal materials. We rushed home with our children. We didn't have a reason to come."

The imperial guard frowned and looked at Song Beiyun, then took out something similar to an official document and looked at it carefully, and then said to Song Beiyun, "Bring the child here, lift off his clothes, and look at his back."

Song Beiyun's head buzzed at the time, but he didn't dare to hesitate in his hands, and quickly took the child out of the small back basket.The little bastard was tightly packed by A Qiao, and Song Beiyun's subordinates were also very slow, delaying the time as much as possible. Now he is full of rage and regret. If there are any birthmarks or other marks, he will die here. suspense.

"Hurry up, why are you dawdling!"

"The child's bones are weak, and he is afraid of getting cold." Song Beiyun accompanied him with a smile: "Don't blame the military master."

Ah Qiao was standing beside her, her palms were full of sweat, but she had already been ordered to die by Song Beiyun, so she could not say a word, and if something happened, she could just run away, but she obviously didn't intend to run away, but touched her back My little hatchet, ready to fight anytime...

"Quick!" The guard's sword had already been drawn halfway.

Song Beiyun's forehead was covered with sweat.

"Damn... just die." Holding the cyanide smoke bomb that he made with poisonous mushroom spores and various nut extracts, he was ready to find the right time to kill the fish.

But at the same time, a carriage was stopped by the guards, and then a face appeared inside, roaring angrily: "You are blind! Even I and the young master's carriage were blocked! ?”

Hearing this voice, Song Beiyun was refreshed, and he coughed quickly: "Hey, big guy, what a coincidence, is your son okay?"

The man in the car turned around, glanced at Song Beiyun, tilted his head and thought for a while: "It's a good thing my young master didn't have any troubles, otherwise I would have eaten you alive!"

Hearing the conversation between the two, the curtain of the carriage was lifted by a corner, revealing the face of the young master who was yesterday's show. When he saw Song Beiyun, he immediately smiled: "The honey you gave me yesterday was really good." Yes, but there are more?"

Seeing the face on the carriage, the surrounding guards immediately clasped their fists in salute, and the chief of the guards even knelt down on one knee: "Hello, little grandpa."

"It's Brother Hao!" The young master glanced at the head of the guard: "I'm not good, my father... eh, don't mention it. Hurry up, let me out, or my daddy's pursuers will arrive."

The head of the imperial guard looked at him in embarrassment: "Young master...this..."

"What's wrong? I've been caught by the gangsters? Come, come, come and search my car."

"The last will not dare!"

The head of the imperial guard waved his hand helplessly: "Let go."

"Wait." The young master yelled and said to Song Beiyun, "Where can you sell your candy?"

Song Beiyun chuckled, and then yelled: "Go back to my little father-in-law, the candy was made by the grass-roots themselves to coax the mother-in-law at home, and there is no other place to sell it."

"That can't be done." The little father-in-law shook his head and said, "Come on, come on, do you have any more? Give me some."

"No, there are still some at home."

The little father-in-law nodded, and then waved: "Come on, get in the car! Go get it for me."

Song Beiyun heaved a sigh of relief. He felt that he was really lucky. He originally wanted to find an excuse to beg for it, but he didn't expect that the young man was a sweet tooth. Seeing his anxious appearance, he might be really anxious. .

"Young master... this is inappropriate, Caomin is being searched right now."

"Search? Don't worry about those bastards, come quickly, or my father will catch up!"

The guard next to him was too embarrassed, he put it on someone else, he drew his knife and slashed at it, but it happened to be Zuo Fang, the first-class dude in Nanjing, the son of Duke Ding.

"Master Jun, look at this..." Song Beiyun slowly untied the child's straps, while looking at the guard in embarrassment: "What should I do?"

The imperial guard also looked at the officer next to him in embarrassment, and the officer waved at him helplessly.

"It's alright, alright, since I'm a friend of the young man, there won't be any problem, let's go." The guard yelled helplessly, and then continued to search for the next person.

At this moment, the young man became impatient, and his voice became louder: "Please hurry up! My father is coming!!!"

Chapter 5, March 3th, Xiaocun Boys Tour

The carriage bumped forward and arrived at Xiaolian Village in two hours, which was where Song Beiyun lived.

This place is neither too far nor too close to Nanjing City. Most of the people living here are farmers' families. The richest landlord in the village is A Qiao's master's house, which has eight big tile-roofed houses.A Qiao's father works here as a carpenter.

The people in the master’s family are not bad. Song Beiyun has been helped by his family for many years. The master’s son is in his 20s and has not yet married. Everyone said behind his back that he was stupid in studying. He was still a child in his 20s. Not the last one.

However, Song Beiyun had a good relationship with him. Usually, if the host had meat to eat, he would ask Song Beiyun to eat some with him. Every year and new year, he would let this young man with no parents come to his house for some meals.

The master of the main family passed away a few years ago, and now the mistress is the head of the house. Although he is considered a wealthy family in the countryside, he is an orphan and widowed mother, so he will not be bullied by his relatives. Whenever someone comes to ask for things, most of them are Song Beiyun. To deal with it, his rascal's ability is truly unparalleled in the world, and idlers have nothing to do with him, and the rich and powerful will not come to bully this orphan and widow.

"Little Grandpa, I'll take you to get some food first."

Song Beiyun asked Ah Qiao to get off the car at the door of the master's house with the child, and then said to the little father-in-law with a smile.

And the little father-in-law who was taking a nap raised his head slightly: "Is this the family?"

"No, no, grass people don't have such a family property, this is the main family of Zhuangzi."

"It's still a bit shabby, and I don't know if His Royal Highness King Yan can feel comfortable."

This sentence made Song Beiyun's scalp tense, and he hurriedly raised his head to look at the young man in front of him who was completely dressed up as a dude.

"See what I do?"

Song Beiyun shook his head, but didn't answer.

"Are you scared? Don't be afraid." The little father-in-law frowned and said, "I think Uncle Jing Yun is a simple and honest person, and I never thought that I would end up in such a situation."

"Little Lord... the grass people don't understand what you said."

The little father-in-law shook his head and waved his hands: "Uncle Quan, you follow in and take care of it. Don't let His Royal Highness Yan be wronged and leave some money. It would be a good thing if His Royal Highness can grow up safely in the home of ordinary people." .”

"Yes, sir."

The guards outside responded, got out of the car and walked into the host's house with A Qiao. On the carriage, the atmosphere suddenly became awkward. Song Beiyun probably knew that this young master Sao Bao knew, and Master Sao Bao also knew that Song Beiyun knew that he knew it. The two of them stared at each other, speechless.

"That... little grandpa, how old are you this year?"

"Sixteen." The little father-in-law said lazily, "Don't ask, don't know, don't think, I'll keep you safe."

"Thank you, young master, for your suggestion."

"What do you want to mention? I'm just a dandy who misses Qin Huai's romance. Everyone says that I, Zuo Fang, will bring down the glory of the Duke. How can such a person mention others?"

It's not simple, this little brother is not simple, Song Beiyun thinks that he doesn't have such a city at his age, his dress and the calmness of his speech, he really grew up in a well-educated family of princes and aristocrats The magnanimity that children should have, not those new aristocrats who made their fortunes with the new emperor. Song Beiyun had seen some of those aristocrats before, and felt like nouveau riche, there were bullies and dominance.

And thinking back to this little father-in-law, from the first time he said "no problem" when meeting him, Song Beiyun suddenly understood the fundamental difference between a family son and a nouveau riche.

It is really completely crushed by vision, heart, tolerance and so on.

"Thank you, little master."

"Thank me?" The young man turned his head sideways: "Then the old eunuch didn't say anything to you, did he?"

"Ah? What old eunuch?" Song Beiyun asked casually, "Caomin doesn't know any old eunuch."

"Very good." The little father-in-law nodded: "You are a governor, what's your name?"

"Song Beiyun, without words and titles, is Song Beiyun."

At this moment, Uncle Quan, the guard, also came out from inside, opened the curtain and said to the young master: "Master, the matter is settled, and I also told them not to speak to others, otherwise they will be killed."

Song Beiyun's brows slowly frowned. He is actually afraid now. After all, if this matter is involved, it will be unclean. If he is the current emperor, it is absolutely impossible to let anyone related to this child go. , in the same way...

"Okay, you go home quickly and live your life, you don't need to worry about these things." The little father-in-law slightly raised his eyelids: "There will be my father's spies around to take care of everything."

Song Beiyun's mind buzzed, and he took a deep look at the young father-in-law opposite him, feeling really terrified.This father and son... To put it in a more fashionable way, they are potential rebel forces.

"Afraid that I will kill you to silence you?" The little father-in-law laughed: "It's not necessary, it's not your turn, you muddy leg. Since I brought you out of Jinling City, this has been my family's business."

Let's face it, this guy's family is rebels!Sure enough, these secret fights to help others are still going on, no wonder the new emperor is so anxious that he is busy ransacking his family and exterminating his family. It is estimated that the person above the temple is also very anxious.

"Go, bring me the candy." The little father-in-law's expression changed: "The candy you had yesterday was indeed delicious."

After taking some sugar, wrapping it in oiled paper and handing it to the young man, the carriage rumbled away, and watching them walk away, Song Beiyun let out a sigh of relief.

But he didn't go home in a hurry, but walked into the master's house directly, because he didn't trust that stupid guy very much, so the job of appeasing the master's house fell on him.

But when he just walked in, he saw the host's wife and Ah Qiao busy, changing diapers, heating hot water, and breastfeeding, even though there were only two of them, there was a lot of noise.

"Aunt Hong... Where are you?"

Song Beiyun's words made the wife of the main family raise her head, and she said with a smile, "This child is so dear, he giggles loudly, and he will definitely do great things in the future."

"Just now……"

"Hey, there are some things that our farmers should not inquire about. The big guy said that if we don't care about it, the child's life may be in danger. As a mother, I can't bear to see this, just accept it. , it’s like raising a grandson. Look at this child, he’s so chubby and lovable.”

This kind of simplicity filled Song Beiyun's heart with guilt. Maybe she and A Qiao really didn't know what this child meant, but things had already developed to this point, what else could he say?This little bastard is a hot potato, just pray that God will open his eyes and let such a lot of people eat melons.

Forget it, just treat yourself as doing good deeds.

"Then Aunt Hong, I'll go back first."

"Don't worry, some duck sellers came outside this morning. I bought some ducks and asked Ah Qiao to kill them for dinner. You can stay here."

"No need, Aunt Hong. I still have something to do here."

"If you have anything to do, if you are asked to stay, you will stay. You have become more polite when you grow up. When you were young, you often ate and drank at Aunt Hong's house."

Elders... In fact, it's all like this. In their eyes, the average age should be reduced by half, just like her son in his 20s, in her opinion, he is about ten years old, and Song Beiyun is younger, so he is only about ten years old. At the age of seven or eight, I naturally think that the children's affairs are nothing. Although this method will make people feel a little bit troubled, it is always a good intention and not stubborn.

Sitting in the yard teasing the rhubarb and feeding the chickens with soybean meal, the sky darkened, and Yusheng also came back from the private school at this time.

"Brother Yusheng, is class over?"

"Ah."

Yusheng is Aunt Hong's only son. In the eyes of others, he is an honest and untalented scholar. He usually teaches the children in the village to read and write. He always says that he must be literate no matter what, otherwise he will be easily bullied when he grows up. .

For this matter, Song Beiyun even got him a blackboard and taught him how to make chalk out of lime. Now that he is tired of reading, he will go to Zhuangzi's ancestral hall to give lessons to those monkeys. made a contribution.

"and many more!"

As they passed by, Song Beiyun saw through the weak light that Yusheng had a bruise on his face, a piece of his clothes were torn, and the back of his butt was still covered in mud.

"Brother Yusheng, who did it!?"

Upon hearing this, Yusheng immediately turned his face and waved his hands again and again: "It's okay, it's okay, I hit it myself."

"Okay, I've been fighting with people since I was a child, and I still can't tell the difference between the hit and the hit?" Song Beiyun frowned and circled around Yusheng a few times: "The strike is hard enough, tell me, who is it!"

Yusheng waved his hands again and again: "It's okay, it's really okay."

"If you don't tell me, I'll sue Aunt Hong."

"Don't, don't...don't tell mother."

"Then tell me who did it."

Yusheng was helpless, and he was soft-tempered and couldn't handle Song Beiyun's naughty temper, so he sat in the yard and talked about the afternoon.It turned out that today he left school early and went to the county town alone to visit some classmates to see what new comments the masters had recently.

When he was in the county seat, he had a quarrel with the county magistrate's son, and that guy called some people to beat Yusheng up. Although the injury was not serious, the tone was really hard to swallow.

"Don't blame others, don't blame others..." Yu Sheng waved his hands and said, "That's because I have no fame. If I had fame, they wouldn't dare..."

After he finished speaking, he began to cry, and he didn't know whether he hated himself for studying hard or having nowhere to vent his grievances.

"Okay, brother Yusheng." Song Beiyun spat on the ground: "Mother, I will meet him tomorrow."

"No way..." Yusheng held Song Beiyun back: "That's the son of the county magistrate."

"County magistrate?" Song Beiyun sneered: "County magistrate can beat people at will? Brother Yusheng, don't worry, this matter is on my shoulders."

At this time, the voice of Ah Qiao calling for dinner came from the room. Song Beiyun glanced at Yusheng, and then replied: "Brother Yusheng said that I would help him to send it to the room. He thought of a way to solve the problem today, and he needs to verify it." .”

Yusheng looked at Song Beiyun gratefully, then got up and went back to his room, while Song Beiyun looked at his Xiao Suo's back and rubbed his nose: "It's really a shabby era where good people are bullied."

Chapter 6, March 3th, Yin, people in Song Dynasty like to gamble.

Woke up early, brushed his teeth with willow branches and salt, and rinsed his mouth with mint juice. Song Beiyun was about to leave for the county seat, but Aqiao, who was holding his clothes to wash, stopped him.

"Where are you going in the morning?"

"Go to the county seat, you don't have to prepare my meal at noon."

"Oh..." Ah Qiao pouted, "You won't take me either."

Song Beiyun walked up to her, took advantage of no one around to peck her on the lips, touched her head and said, "It's business, not fun. If you want to play, next time we go to Nanjing, let's have a good time." .”

"Dirty embryo!"