Song Beiyun

As Song Beiyun, who is good at Bajiquan, Paoquan, and Tongbeiquan, his strikes are fierce. Although Zhao's nature is not weak, he was still rubbed by Xiao Song on the ground.

"Dog, if you have a temper, you can trouble me, right?" Zhao Xing shook his arm that was numb from the elbow: "Then don't blame me for being rude."

After speaking, he regrouped and was about to come back again, but at this moment, Xiaoyu hurried in, cupped his hands and said, "Officials, Mr. Song. The envoys from the brigade are here from the grassland, and they are meeting with Xia Song, governor of Yongzhou."

"Brigade envoys?" Zhao Xing glanced at Song Beiyun: "What else? Where did the envoys come from?"

"It should be the envoys who set out from the grassland. After encountering an accident, they came to ask questions. It seems that the envoy team is very large and seems to have brought a lot of gifts."

Zhao Xing looked at Xiao Song, but Xiao Song was silent: "And kiss."

"And whom? You?"

"You are sick, what qualifications do I have to be married." Xiao Song spat: "Come here, of course, I plan to wait for you to come and marry Jin Ling'er! She is now a widow in name!"

Zhao Xing slapped his head: "Then what should I do?"

"You are also a mature emperor." Xiao Song waved his hand and said, "You must learn to listen and act independently."

"Huh?" Zhao Xing looked at him, "You're not right."

Chapter 604: Zhao Xingye, who was lucky on June 6st of the fourth year.

The Emperor of the Song Dynasty finally "arrived" in Chang'an today, and the people of Chang'an County flocked to see the beauty of the sky.

Zhao Xing's reputation has indeed spread. Although he can't be said to be a Mingjun, his reputation as a virtuous and benevolent monarch has already spread.

Hearing that he came here, many scholars asked someone to write to him about reform strategies. These things had been piled up on Song Beiyun's desk a long time ago, and he had already produced some representative things to distribute in Qinglong Chang'an. discussed in the venue.

At that time, his comment on these suggestions and questions was "in the eyes of a child, it is a major national event". Zhao Xing was made to laugh for a long time by this comment. You must know that he would have regarded this thing as a treasure in the past. , but now I can't see these high-ranking bullshit anymore.

It doesn't work, it doesn't work, and it brings disaster to the country and the people.Xiao Song didn't seem to have a good rest yesterday, and discussed with him for a whole day, most of which were about Fo Bao Nu's issues.

Anyway, most of them are blocked in this way, including the constitutional monarchy, federation, republic, etc. mentioned before, or they are in conflict with the current people, or they are not suitable for a vast country.

It seems to be at an impasse now, but Xiao Song and Zhao Xing are actually still optimistic. At least one thing is very meaningful, that is, they have found the problems they will face in the future, and they will not be like those short-sighted scholars with white eyes Talking loudly, talking badly but not knowing what he is.

Where is the road of Da Song?Where is the road to the whole of China?How should power be divided and how should conflicts be reconciled.These issues have been completely put on the desk from worry, but what should we do, let's take our time.As Fo Baonu said, these problems will only arise after the external conflicts are resolved. Now there are still many external conflicts, so let's divide the world first and then talk about it later.

Fo Baonu, she still gritted her teeth and refused to join Qinglongyuan, but she couldn't stand her dog man being soft and stubborn, so she had to take a step back and agreed to Song Beiyun to be the speaker of Qinglongyuan's Liao branch, and Song Beiyun would be Liao's Qinglongyuan. consultant.

After laying this foundation, the future construction plan of Qinglongyuan gradually became clear.And Xiao Song also discussed last night that Fo Baonu is a pessimist. She believes that greed cannot be stopped, and there will always be those who are reluctant to part with power.

But Xiao Song is an optimist, and he believes that there are always people in the world who will not be attached to power. After all, there are people like himself who only work hard for the country, the nation, and the well-being of the world.

So if this is the case, Qinglongyuan will not adopt the inheritance system in the future and use the selection system.There may be only one Song Beiyun, but maybe every generation will have a Song Beiyun?Maybe not now, but there will definitely be in the future. The people of the country are endless, and this land itself is prone to legends.

It was precisely because of this kind of discussion that the emperor of the Song Dynasty was about to go to sleep when his homework was over, when the rooster crowed...

Song Beiyun didn't have to get up early, he could sleep with the fragrant Liao Emperor in his arms, but Zhao Xing had to get up early to become emperor, to take care of the passion and longing of the people.

When his car entered the territory of Chang'an County, the golden imperial guards had already cleared the road, and the common people could only stop and watch from a distance along both sides of Zhuque Street, but Zhao Xing opened the curtain all the way to face the surrounding common people Smile and wave.

"Master Song of your family." After finally entering the city, Zhao Xing yawned and said to Xiaoyu, who was protecting him, "It's just a dog! Last night I said no, no, I'm going to sue, and he insisted on dragging me to chat. A fucking constitutional monarchy."

Xiaoyu just smiled and turned his head, because he was also there last night, and he knew that it was not Song Beiyun pulling the officials to chat, but the two arguing with each other, fighting for the coexistence of imperial power and civil power.

Over the years, Xiaoyu has often been by Zhao Hehe and Song Beiyun's side. In fact, he understands some of the things here, but yesterday he was a little enlightened. However, the direction of the government is embarrassing, because the official family, as the emperor, is fighting for civil rights, while Mr. Song, as a reformer, is fighting for imperial power.

It was as if putting the cart before the horse, but Xiaoyu only had a half-knowledge of such a profound thing, but he knew that it was somewhat unkind for the officials to blame Mr. Song for not sleeping well.

It took three hours to drive into the city to the Bieyuan, and now it is around noon, if Xiaoyu hadn't reminded him in time, Zhao Xing would have fallen asleep to death long ago.

But after arriving at Bieyuan, fortunately, Song Beiyun had already prepared everything he needed to do. After officials at all levels paid a collective visit to Zhao Xing, generals at all levels also came to pay their respects. Finally, Song Beiyun, who was the biggest in Yongzhou's name, came belatedly and brought Zhao Xing with him. wounds and gifts.

"This matter is absolutely impossible."

"Your lines are in the wrong order." Xiao Song frowned: "I didn't even open my mouth here. You can't do it right after I come in. What should I do with the first two paragraphs? If you're sleepy, go to sleep."

Zhao Xing rubbed his eyes: "You're making this trouble...it's just us, I'm going to die soon."

"People will count the time, and when you talk, the walls have ears." Xiao Song sighed, and said in a low voice: "You have to be in the show when you are acting."

"Yes, yes, you come, you come."

Xiao Song hummed, then walked to the door again, and gave a sincere gift to Zhao Xing: "My minister, Song Beiyun, sees my Majesty, Emperor Song Tian."

"Hey hey hey..."

"Be serious!" Xiao Song frowned, "Look at your playful smile."

Zhao Xing adjusted his posture impatiently, and pulled himself together: "Song Aiqing is flat, why should she be so courteous?"

"Reporting to His Majesty the Emperor, I..."

About 300 words of compliments made Zhao Xing embarrassed, and finally Xiao Song directly cut to the point: "Since I met Her Royal Highness Princess Taiping of Changle in Luzhou, I have been thinking about it day and night. Knowing that virtue is too shallow to be worthy of the princess, she concentrates on her studies. Now that I meet the princess again in Chang'an, I still admire her in my heart. Hereby... hereby... I hereby boldly come to propose marriage to His Majesty, Emperor Songtian."

"This matter is absolutely impossible." Zhao Xing began to read the lines, with a strong sense of reading: "The bones of the dead husband in Taiping are not cold, how can you marry again?"

As he said that, he took out a small note from his sleeve and glanced at it: "Besides, I also want to listen to Taiping's own thoughts on this matter, she is my favorite sister."

While talking here, rumors began to spread in the surrounding streets. It was probably about the matter between Song Beiyun and Princess Taiping, the supervisor of Chang'an. For the sake of the princess, regardless of the serious injury, the lord was carried to meet His Majesty in person to propose marriage.

Logically speaking, it takes at least three years for a widow to observe festivals, right? But seeing the misery of Lord Garrison, people no longer have the heart to blame Lord Song for not being ignorant of the rules.

"My uncle was on duty in the other garden of the official's house. Hearing that the supervisor, Mr. Song, sat up in shock from a dying illness, and brought the betrothal gift he had prepared to propose marriage to the official's house. He was carried in, crying blood all the way. "

"Aiyo... This is really affectionate and righteous, but it's a pity... Oh! Those damned tartars!"

"That's right, after Mr. Song came to Chang'an, our life here was just getting better and better, and those barbarians in the grassland became jealous. You didn't know that at the time, the three-inch long dagger sizzled. I stabbed Mr. Song across the face, and the blood was sprayed on the beams. If Mr. Song hadn't died, I'm afraid he would have died long ago."

Just like this, the public opinion began to spread, and then the dialogue between officials and Mr. Song leaked from unknown channels also aroused a wide range of discussions. Everyone was complaining about Mr. Song.

The men of the princess's family are all stinky, why can't they agree?Master Song put his life in it for the people of Chang'an.

right!And those hateful Mongolian barbarians, it seems that they also sent envoys to ask for peace?

Who gave them the guts?It's so daring!The official who assassinated Da Song also wanted to marry the daughter of Da Song's family?

Just an hour after the news of Song Beiyun's courtship got out, the people in Chang'an City became furious, relying on the emperor's backing for them, they went so far as to besiege the inn where the Golden Horde mission was staying.

The scene was chaotic for a while. Although there were guards in the mission of the Golden Horde, how could the mere dozens of people be able to match the surging crowd? In addition, the guards of the Song Dynasty were obviously sidelined. The mission of the Alloy Horde was rushed out of Chang'an City by the furious people and fled.Even the originally planned meeting with the Emperor of the Song Dynasty could not be carried out at all. Not only did the misunderstanding fail to be resolved, but he also became a rat crossing the street.

Whether they want to get married or not, no one knows or cares about it. Anyway, as long as public opinion rises, whether they are or not, they will always be unworthy.

After expelling the envoys from the grassland, those passionate people came to the outside of the emperor's garden under the leadership of some "ulterior motives". I don't know who wrote a petition form and asked these people to press their finger prints, and then submitted it. Go up and give it to Zhao Xing.

As for the content, it is probably a good thing to affirm that His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor of the Song Dynasty can fulfill Lord Song and the princess.

Anyway, when Xiao Song was carried out, he propped up his frail and pale face on the stretcher, thanked the people with his fists, and then asked the people around him to gently persuade the people to stay safe and not to offend the Tian family, and to disperse first. good.

The common people thought that their handprints worked, and the big guys left contentedly, while the petition form that could make the emperor vomit blood in other countries was quietly placed on the desk in Zhao Xing's outhouse. Emperor Zhao Xing slept like a donkey in the room, and a large lump of ice was stuffed under the bed.

In the evening, the news of the uncle's party began to spread again, saying that the officials were deeply moved by the love of the people and agreed to the marriage between Mr. Song and the princess, but the old etiquette cannot be broken, the wedding banquet cannot be held, and the car is not allowed.A princess is still a princess, Song Beiyun is still Song Beiyun, they can be husband and wife but Song Beiyun cannot be a son-in-law.

Everyone is very satisfied with the result of this treatment. Although there are still some flaws and unreasonable laws, there are no strict etiquette restrictions in this era, and everyone can feel Zhao Xing's concession, so naturally they will not cause more nuisance.

Instead, they would go to the princess mansion to watch secretly, seeing red lanterns hung on the entrance of the princess mansion, and when the maids were distributing wedding candies to the congratulatory people, everyone's faces were filled with motherly smiles.

At this time, Xiao Song was squatting in the backyard and secretly beckoning with Zhao Xing with a half-burnt charcoal fire.Zhao Xing was dressed as an ordinary person, squatting there and waiting eagerly.

"Today you made me miserable." Zhao Xing said displeasedly: "You even played the game of forcing the people to force the palace, you, you, look at you looking like you are dying."

Xiao Song spat: "I forced the palace? Think about it, think about it carefully. The common people see you as a king's father, so they beg. They don't want the princess of Song Dynasty to marry a foreign country, but they can't stop it. Then Naturally, someone is in charge? Haven’t you always been afraid of democracy? Today I will let you see what this so-called democracy is. After all, isn’t it the one that says ‘you want to be the master for me’? Is this forcing you? I beg you to be the master."

Suddenly, Zhao Xing clapped his hands and applauded: "Hahahahaha, okay, okay, you are really my little clever ghost."

"gross……"

Zhao Xing was a little too late to react. When he was halfway through eating the beggar chicken, he suddenly slapped his thigh and shouted, "Three birds with one stone! Song Beiyun, Song Beiyun! You have such a smart brain."

"Oh? Tell me, where did you kill three birds with one stone?"

Zhao Xing wiped his mouth: "First, you got the title of Jin Ling'er logically. Second, you successfully solved the problem of the grassland envoys, and didn't even allow them to apologize to me or reason. Just wait for the opportunity to go to war. One of three is... the one you mentioned before, what is it called? What is it?"

"Populist."

"Yes, yes, populism." Zhao Xing nodded again and again: "You have to see how far this populism will go, and whether things will turn against each other. That... yes, social flexibility! Right? But you can't be alone in Chang'an Test, if it is tested in Chang'an, there will definitely be ginseng and you will not be able to manage it."

"Good emperor!" Xiao Song nodded: "Grow up!"

Zhao Xing was silent for a long while: "Come here! Push Song Gou out and kill him!"

Xiaoyu was just laughing at the side, he likes to watch the officials fight with Mr. Song, both of them are good people, unlike those old dogs in court who think they are snakes, it is very interesting.

At this moment, Jin Ling'er was holding a large bag of unfinished candy, walked over with a blushing face, and put the candy and a jar of wine in front of them: "I promise you a drink tonight."

"After gaining fame, this person has become much more energetic, Jin Ling'er."

Jin Ling'er just smiled happily, then bent her knee towards Zhao Xing: "Brother Huang, take it easy, I won't bother you."

Chapter 605, July 7st of the fourth year, the disease of the sunny grassland is in the bone marrow

With the arrival of summer, the grassland has also ushered in the time when the water and grass are the most plentiful, and the cattle and sheep are already strong. In previous years, this is the time for them to prepare their horses and horses.

But this year, the sky of the entire grassland seems to be shrouded in a hazy cloud, because a grassland man assassinated a courtier of the Song Dynasty, and it happened that this courtier was the one who led the trade between the Central Plains and the grassland.

The current situation in the grasslands can be said to be very bad. Salt, iron, grain, clothes, etc. are all out of stock, and beef, mutton, leather, ores and other products in the grassland cannot be sold. This has caused the nobles who control most of the resources Couldn't sleep the whole night.

The emperor of the Golden Horde, Na Chi Suida, who was commented by Song Beiyun as a dog with a strange name, is now furious in his big tent, with the fifteenth day's ultimatum in front of him, his heart and hands are trembling.

In the past two years, although he suffered a defeat at the hands of the Liao Kingdom, the Golden Horde is now stronger than ever after the trade with the Song Dynasty caravan and its own recuperation policy.

While retaining their own cultural characteristics, they also imitated some policies of the ethnic groups in the Central Plains, so that the entire grassland is in a stage of vigorous development. In time, the cavalry of the grassland can become the most unrivaled force in the world.

But there was a bastard who assassinated the minister of Song State at this critical point, and that minister happened to be the one who led the trade.

He is an emperor, so he is naturally not a fool. He carefully analyzed the problems within three days after receiving the news. Although the trade is not full of money, the boldness and righteousness of the grassland people make their business process very smooth. Ten cowhide is ten cowhide, and the price will never be changed easily.

Chi Suida didn't believe that anyone would do such a thing of making money but not making money, deliberately finding fault with himself.So what's the problem?Liao?Obviously it is impossible, the Liao Kingdom is also in full swing now, how could they do such a clumsy method, they can still do things that everyone can find out at a glance, is it that Yelufo Baonu is a fool?

I was defeated by Yelufo Baonu once, the emperor of Liao Kingdom was also a warrior I respected, how could he be a fool?Wouldn't he be worse than a fool?

and so……

"The enemy is in the grassland! It's in this grassland! It's in this tent!" Chi Suida roared angrily with red eyes: "It's summer, but winter is coming! Who will be responsible for the lives of the people in the grassland?"

"Eqige, don't be angry, those Han people are very cunning, maybe it's their trick."

"Scheme? There are such stupid schemes in the world, and the iron hooves of the grassland have already stepped on the southeast and northwest!"

"Can……"

"Stop talking!" Chi Suida waved his hand, "Someone is harming me, and someone is harming the Khanate!"

He paced back and forth in the big tent: "I'm afraid there will be no chance for your marriage."

"But... Eqige, do you want to explain to the Han people? Will other tribes be happy?"

It's hard to get off a tiger, and it's hard to reach Chi Sui.Now those dog-like people have precisely slashed at his throat, let me explain, then the various tribes must be dissatisfied, and the khanate, which was finally pulled together, may fall apart.Without giving an explanation, how should I spend this winter?In previous years, tens of thousands of people died of freezing and starvation every winter. In the past two years, because of the caravans of the Han people, they have not starved to death for a long time.

Whether to bow your head or not, this matter still requires an explanation.check?He tried his best to find out that there were hundreds of tribes, large and small, on the grassland, and now the Gou Han people refused to let them enter, let alone which tribe they wanted to investigate.

Do not check?If we don't check, the Han people and the Khitan people will unite to put pressure on the grassland people, and there will inevitably be a war in the end.

What he wants is to recuperate, so that his people will no longer suffer from those winds and camps, and no longer suffer from hunger.

"Go out first." Na Chi Suida waved his son away, "Leave me in peace."

And not long after his son went out, an arrow suddenly pierced through the big tent with the sound of howling wind, and was nailed directly to the cowhide behind him, embedded in it.

The guards outside rushed in, and saw Chi Suida sitting there with a serious face, holding the arrow in his hand and looking at it.

"Er Qige! Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Chi Suida threw the arrow in his hand to his son: "Look."

His son, the prince with the Chinese name Yachi took the arrow and looked at it carefully, then narrowed his eyes and said, "It's the arrow of the Han people!"

"Look again."

"This is the arrow of the Han people!"

"You." Chi Suida shook his head, his face full of disappointment: "This is an arrow from the grassland, it is an arrow that pierced my heart."

"Ah? This...why?"

Chi Suida sighed softly, his son is still young after all, where is this?How could there be arrows from the Han people, and how could the Han people go deep into this place to shoot arrows.

The only possibility is that some people in the hinterland of the grassland don't want the grassland to be good, they want to see the war, the war between the grassland and the Central Plains.

Who are these people? They are cowards and did not come forward, but it is certain that this must be the person who assassinated Hanchen.

"Go, son." Nachi Suida said helplessly, "We are going to war."