Song Beiyun

The boy was dressed in gray clothes, and he was eighteen or nineteen years old. His face was not vicious, but he was slowly alert and cunning, and his eyes were bright. He pondered for a moment and said, "We have to deal with the Jin family's affairs. No matter. Since he has found Daddy, it is naturally a business, why not do business if he comes here. Go, go and change."

After the young man led the people a few steps, Bei Po came in with a smile on his face, sat at the table, and casually put a sling of money in the boy's hand: "Serve a pot of spring tea."

"Guest officer, wait a moment."

While talking, the young man came back with someone wandering around, he walked slowly to Beipo, clasped his hands together and said, "Mr. An is good."

"Oh, who am I?" Beipo cupped his hands perfunctorily, "Isn't this Yang Zhongrong?"

The young man laughed: "Mr. An, you have followed me closely since yesterday, why is that?"

"The way is clear, you are so far away that I can't go? Is this Luzhou city surnamed Zhao or Yang?"

The young man pursed his lips and laughed, cupped his hands and said, "I'm also the son of a local protector, how dare I do this, but the avenue that follows Mr. An is also the way, since walking on this way, there are some rules But you can’t help it.”

"Heh." Beipo slightly tilted his head: "Then if I don't defend? How can your Yang family treat me? Or do you still count on your traitor grandfather to support you?"

Hearing this, the young man burst out with blue veins on his forehead. He clenched his fists tightly, but his mood was still calm: "Mr. An, is something wrong? My grandfather suffered injustice, but my Yang family has also It is full of loyalty, even the official family only took away the porch of my house but did not take away the merits of my ancestors."

"Your family does some thieves' business, and you are not allowed to talk about it?"

"Thief?" The young man sneered, then he simply stopped arguing, and cupped his hands again: "Mr. An, let's stop here, so as not to hurt the feelings of the two families."

After finishing speaking, he took his people and left. Seeing that he was powerful, Beipo glanced at him contemptuously, and chuckled lightly: "The son of the common man, the family of the common man."

His voice was quite loud, and the young man who hadn't gone far paused, the rain dripped down his forehead, and he looked a little creepy.

"Young master, do you want to go in and beat him up?"

"Be brave! People say you are thieves! Be brave!" The young man shouted loudly, "Why did my father take you into the family? It is to prevent you from becoming thieves!"

"Understood... be the master."

After searching to no avail, he returned home, full of grievances but unable to speak. When he saw his father, he just bowed his hands gently.

"Wen Guang, what's wrong with you?"

The man known as the Black Panther Yang Wu sounds like a mafia figure, but in fact his father is the golden knife old Linggong Yang Ye, but he was killed by a traitor in the court back then, not to mention his death on the battlefield, and was slandered as Rebellion, this Yang family has fallen so far, and this Yang Wu is the eldest son of Yang Ye, Yang Yanzhao, who claims that Xing Wu just sworn brothers with a few people in the market.

"Father, it's okay."

"Has someone said it again?" Yang Yanzhao walked over and took a towel to wipe off the water stains on Yang Wenguang's face: "Young heart!"

"Father, since you were young, you have taught your son that righteousness is the most important thing, but why do people in the world despise my Yang family? All uncles and ancestors died for the country, and one of your legs was also lame from running and killing on the battlefield. Let those penniless scholars ridicule you?" Yang Wenguang was a boy after all, and his eyes turned red when he talked about the excitement.

Yang Yanzhao sighed: "Others say it's up to others, do you know why I moved my family to Luzhou, and why I took those local ruffians under my command?"

"Boy know! This Luzhou is already the front line of the Great Song Dynasty. If one day the enemy invades, my Yang family must not die behind. , Stand and die!"

"Good son!" Yang Yanzhao patted him on the shoulder: "I have been in poor health for the past few years, and you are the only flesh and blood of the Yang family. Always remember that my Yang family is worthy of heaven and earth. I have no shame in my heart, the blood and soul of the generals are standing here, and the Jinliao people's ten thousand cavalry can't be crushed, let alone those soft words?"

"Yes, my son understands."

"Okay, hurry up and change into your clothes, your face is going to be cold."

Not long after, Yang Wenguang came out, a handsome young man with a new look, Yang Yanzhao looked his son up and down, and said with satisfaction: "Son, those scholars look down on us, don't you put it on us?" Mind, just practice yourself well.”

"My son understands." Yang Wenguang, who had calmed down after taking a bath, came to his father: "Why does the Jin family pay [-] gold to find someone?"

"Don't worry about that, since he found me, he didn't do business for evil, but just spying on someone. The thousands of people down there will always have to eat." Yang Yanzhao pointed to the dining table: "Eat something first, and later Let’s go out and look for people after noon.”

But at this moment, Song Beiyun, who set out early in the morning, was about to arrive home, sitting on the carriage, Zuo Rou had already slept on his shoulder after eating some dry food, with one hand still holding his arm , Song Beiyun took a piece of mustache and chewed it in small bites.

In fact, he was a little moved by Miao Yan's words in his heart. After all, the chance given by God can be reborn once, and the more intense feelings still have some new gravity.

But this kind of thing is not without risk. He really doesn't have the courage to think of Aqiao, Aunt Hong, Brother Yusheng, and Zuo Rou, who are close to relatives.

Because as the wonderful words said, perhaps for Song Beiyun, this world is a blank picture scroll, but he has already formed a bond in ten years, and it will not be himself who acts rashly to destroy it, but the price will be him The people around you will bear it.

He can't afford this price, it's a hidden panic...

Of course, things are not without a turnaround, because he is still young and only 17 years old, as the princess said, the future will be long, and everything will be considered in the long run.Now quietly think about the confused future, it's actually not that scary, right?

Of course, the reading test is still required, after all, Ah Qiao can cry.In his life, after losing his parents and relatives, he cherishes the people around him very much now. He can't be cold-blooded, and he can't do it in this life.The disability and powerlessness of his previous life made him cherish his life and his love in this life. It's not a bad thing, it's not a bad thing, it's just that sometimes because of his fetters, he can't be as calm and ruthless as the protagonists in time-traveling novels.

"Is it there?"

Zuo Rou woke up in a daze, hugged Song Beiyun's neck almost instinctively, buried her whole face in his neck, and sprayed warm and soft breath on his ears.

"Go to sleep for a while, it will be here in another hour or so."

"Um……"

Zuo Rou responded like a kitten, then continued to maintain this position and fell into a deep sleep, bumping back and forth with the ups and downs of the carriage.

Picking up the water bottle and taking a sip of water, Song Beiyun glanced at the scene outside the carriage, then chuckled, and said to himself, "What else can I do, just like this."

After more than an hour and less than two hours later, Xiaolian Village finally arrived. Song Beiyun jumped out of the car and stretched himself: "Finally home."

And Zuo Rou also walked down sleepily, took a breath of fresh air in the countryside, turned around, and let out a sigh of relief.

Holding the things they bought from the city yesterday, the two of them came to Yusheng with big bags and small bags. There were books for Yusheng, snacks for Qiaoqiao, and a lot of fabrics of various colors. Qiao's favorite thing, her enthusiasm for fashion design is like Song Beiyun's enthusiasm for cooking food, almost obsessed.

But as soon as I came to the yard of Aunt Hong's house, I saw Qiaoqiao confronting her father. Her father was pulling Aqiao hard, and Aqiao squatted on the ground to fight to the death. Both of them were already wet by the heavy rain. He looked extremely embarrassed.

"What are you doing?" Song Beiyun stepped forward and pulled Qiaoqiao's father's hand away: "Didn't I give you money? Why are you here again?"

Seeing Song Beiyun come back, Qiaoqiao burst into tears and hid behind Song Beiyun, clutching the corner of his clothes tightly, looking pitiful.

"Heh, you want to buy my Qiaoqiao with that little money? Dreaming!"

Song Beiyun stood in the rain, looked back at Zuo Rou, Zuo Rou immediately understood, took Qiao Qiao's hand and hid in the house, while Song Beiyun stretched out his hand to stop Qiao Qiao's father's progress, but he didn't expect this old rascal to actually Raising his hand was about to slap Song Beiyun.

However, Song Beiyun just tilted his head slightly to avoid the slap, and then took a step back: "Uncle Gouzi, I know you lost all your money again, but how many times have I told you that you can do whatever you want?" Come to me, don't harass Qiaoqiao."

"That's my daughter. What are you? You don't have fame, you don't have money if you want money." Daddy Qiaoqiao also had a showdown: "To tell you the truth, Wang Yuanwai in the town has already told me that as long as Aqiao If he can marry his son, he will get [-] guan directly! What is your little money worth?"

Song Beiyun narrowed his eyes, but Qiaoqiao's father was not afraid at all when he saw his eyes: "I have already accepted the dowry, and Qiaoqiao will have to pass the door in three days. If you dare to stop, don't blame me for reporting to the official!"

Chapter 60: On April 4, the rain and thunder shocked the world and the dragon snake stings

"Is it the reporter?"

A smile appeared on Song Beiyun's face: "You go, I understand."

Seeing his smile, the pretty dad pointed to his nose: "Don't play tricks! Otherwise Wang Yuanwai will look good on you!"

"I know, I know." Song Beiyun bent down and whispered into Qiaoqiao's father's ear, "If you don't leave, I'll beat you to death."

After finishing speaking, he picked up a green brick from the well and put it on his left hand: "Tongbei punches, the hand is heavy and powerful, and the cold bullet is crisp and quick."

Then he clenched his fist with his right hand and hit the green brick with seemingly no effort, the brick shattered in response, and finally he threw the brick shards in his hand on the ground, still smiling and said: "Aren't you leaving? "

Qiaoqiao dad turned around and ran away without saying a word, while Song Beiyun watched his back disappear into the rain, snorted, turned and walked into the house.

After entering, A Qiao just changed into dry clothes and came out, while Zuo Rou sat there not knowing what happened.

"Beiyun, what did you say to my dad?" Qiaoqiao's eyes were red and swollen, her voice hoarse: "What should I do now..."

"Isn't it just some money?" Zuo Rou blinked her eyes: "It's nothing, I'll just pay some money to the account, small money."

"I know you are rich." Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "But his father is a bottomless pit, and his handprints are probably already on the other side, and Wang Yuanwai may have to come to pick him up in three days. The contract has been completed, this is not good. done."

"Then what should we do? You just look at pretty married people?"

Song Beiyun didn't answer Zuo Rou, but just walked out whistling. After a while, he changed into a doctor's clothes, holding a banner in his hand, and wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat. It really looked like that.

"What are you doing?"

"You look so pretty here, I'll go out for a while." Song Beiyun carried the medicine box on his back: "I'll be back in two or three days."

He left after he finished speaking, and Zuo Rou chased her out to ask for clarification, but Qiao Qiao grabbed her hand and said: "He can always find a way, let him go."

"You trust him so much?"

"Well..." Qiaoqiao let out a long breath: "I won't be afraid when I see him come back."

Zuo Rou scratched her head: "How can he be so amazing?"

And Song Beiyun was walking towards the town in the heavy rain like this, with the bamboo hat covering his face, looking a little gloomy.

After an hour or so, he came to the town, but he didn't go in directly, but drank something to quench his thirst in a tea house outside the town.

"Have you heard?" While sitting there, he suddenly said to a person sitting not far from him: "The son of the king's family in this town is going to get married in three days."

"Who is Wang Yuanwai?"

Song Beiyun stopped talking when he heard this answer. He got up and gave tea and continued to walk forward. After that, he said the same sentence to others every now and then. They will be married in days to come."

But it was this sentence that allowed him to get a lot of information. The lady who sold the cloth in the town said, "The son of the king's official is a fool", and the brother who carried the water said, "I don't know whose daughter is so unlucky." The jealous sister-in-law said with disdain, "That man was sick, and killed two maids." The uncle who made the cake said, "This king is talking about his gods, not like a good person."

Within a short while, Song Beiyun, who didn't bother to inquire about it, had already found out the background of the royal family, and even... If he wanted to inquire, he might not be able to find out so much.

After all, people are wary, and if they ask directly, they may not be able to tell, so Song Beiyun used another language expression method to arouse people's desire to share, but in fact no matter what era, the desire to share is greater than the desire to share. There are countless people who want to protect themselves.

After getting the complete information, he came slowly to Wang Yuanwai's house and knocked on the door lightly. After a while, a man who looked like a servant poked his head out, and when he saw such a young man in a coir raincoat, he showed displeasure on his face: " Go, go, get alms and go somewhere else."

Song Beiyun was not in a hurry, he just took out the note he had just written and handed it forward: "This is for your master, he will understand after reading it."

The servant took the note and closed the door with a bang, walked straight into the inner hall, came to Wang Yuanwai, bowed and smiled apologetically, "Master, there is a wandering doctor outside who asked me to hand this over to you. "

Wang Yuanwai picked up the note and looked at it for a while, his eyes widened immediately, he got up quickly: "Go, invite that person in!"

Soon, Song Beiyun was brought in front of him. After Wang Yuanwai saw it, he immediately raised the note in his hand: "What is the reason for this half-crazy, half-stupid thing? What happened to my son?"

Song Beiyun sat on the stool by himself, looked back at the servant, and knocked on the table with his fingers. Wang Yuanwai immediately waved his hand when he saw it: "Tea!"

Tea and snacks were served, and Song Beiyun just ate without saying a word. After eating the food on the table, he patted his stomach, went straight to the corner of the room, lay down on the spot, and fell asleep.

The servant glanced at Wang Yuanwai and was about to go forward to chase him away, but Wang Yuanwai stopped the servant and said, "Come back! Look at this man, he is not very old, and he doesn't look like that rich and noble family, but come to my noble family. The big family doesn't show any timidity at all, I'm afraid it has some skills."

"Master, then..."

"Wait, wait for him to wake up! Go, tell the kitchen to prepare some food, and there must be meat."

"Yes."

Song Beiyun didn't pretend, he was really asleep, sleeping on his back and snoring. He slept for about two hours, and he woke up when it was already dark.

As soon as he woke up, he found that the table had been set up in front of the hall, and there were meals on the table, and the king was sitting there waiting quietly.

Song Beiyun stretched his waist, walked over unsteadily, and sat on a chair: "Master Ling is confused, delirious, and sometimes violently hurts people, and likes to eat sundries."

"That's right! How did you know?" Wang Yuanwai's eyes widened: "He became like this after he contracted a cold when he was three years old... According to the master of the Puci Temple, he said that he can only rely on happiness."

According to Song Beiyun's information collection in the afternoon, it can be basically determined that the son of the king's family is simply mentally handicapped and accompanied by manic symptoms. A person with a very low IQ just grabs something and stuffs it into his mouth.

This habit characteristic is not strange at all, but it can’t stand the mental arithmetic. A stranger suddenly came to the house to explain his troubles. As long as it is a person, it will instinctively feel a little mysterious. To put it bluntly, it is a fortune teller. ability.

"Bewitching words to confuse the crowd." After Song Beiyun finished speaking, he began to eat with a calm face: "Evil comes from the sky, where does joy come from?"

Just as Wang Yuanwai was about to speak, Song Beiyun took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket: "Take out a pill and feed it to Mr. Ling. You can rest assured, since I have eaten your meal, I am going to help you out of trouble. This medicine If anything goes wrong, you're the only one to ask."

Wang Yuanwai looked up at Song Beiyun, then became cruel, got up and walked into the inner house, but there were still a few servants staring at Song Beiyun, not relaxing for a moment.

But Song Beiyun didn't panic. He ate meat and drank heavily, looking like a person who hadn't had enough to eat, with no rules or style.

About half an hour later, Wang Yuanwai came back from the back hall happily, saying that he was in high spirits, which was justified. He came to Song Beiyun, and cupped his hands regardless of his status: "Mr. When I called Zhizi, I saw that many doctors were helpless, but your little pill made him fall asleep peacefully."

No nonsense, that's a powerful anesthetic... Natural plant extracts, including datura extracts and some solanaceous plant extracts, the dosage is better controlled, but it is not a problem to make people fall asleep for ten hours.

"This can only treat the symptoms but not the root cause."

"But please..."

A lot of things in Song Beiyun's medicine box are not cures for mental retardation, but it doesn't matter, he can lie, anyway, this era has not experienced a large-scale eradication of superstition, and he is still obsessed with these strange things.

So he started to make up nonsense about trees in the courtyard, wells beside the trees, poor family characters, imbalance of yin and yang, accumulation over time, etc. What he said was very logical.He also said that the workman of Wang Yuan's family was supposed to be the number one scholar, but he became like this because he blocked the disaster for the Wang family.

Wang Yuanwai was said to be in tears, wishing to use his body as a scapegoat, but Song Beiyun also said that the matter has come to this point, and it is impossible to recover, but there are a few things that cannot be done.

First of all, it was Chongxi, and he told Wang Yuanwai about the harm of this Chongxi.Anyway, it was the feeling that I had a little illness, and I checked the information on Baidu and found that I was dying soon.Hearing this, Wang Yuanwai was in cold sweat, and the key point was that what Song Beiyun said was convincing and true.

"I came and went here a few days ago, doing some small business with strange skills to make ends meet. You must have heard of it, right?"

After saying this, Wang Yuanwai immediately remembered that a few days ago, it seemed that a young man came here to do some gambling business, but he did not expect it to be the young man in front of him.

"When I passed Yuanwai's house before, I felt a little strange, but after all, other people's family affairs are not easy to meddle in. When I came back today, I found that Yuanwai's house was covered with dark clouds, and there was a lot of uncertainty. And I have always heard that Yuanwai you are kind and generous. One of the good people. My teacher always said, don’t let those who build bridges and repair roads not get good results, so I visited the door, all kinds of rudeness, but the staff always treated each other with courtesy, offended.” Song Beiyun stood up and bowed his hands to the king. : "This matter needs to be explained in detail."

"It's easy to say, Mr. Xiao is indeed a person with a psychic psychic sense... I feel extraordinary when I see you."

It's very simple for business to blow each other.And Wang Yuanwai was also complacent about his decision not to drive Song Beiyun out, thinking that if he had been driven away by the servant at that time, at this moment...

"Sir, please help me!"