Song Beiyun

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At this moment, the servant below suddenly yelled hoarsely: "There is Feng Lai Yi Pavilion, 30 guan! Pray for the peace of the country and the people!"

King Fu was stunned for a moment: "This kiln also..."

Not only him, but even King Tai was shocked. He stared wide-eyed and looked at the people below who were getting more and more turbulent: "Hey... come, come, take a look."

King Fu poked his head out and took a look, and found that the whole street was crowded with people at any time, and almost all the shops in the city came. Those who had money brought money, and those who had no money brought Jiaozi. Anyway, they were all enthusiastic It's incredible.

"Dingguo Mansion, [-] guan! Zuojia pharmacy, [-] guan! The head of the Zuojia pharmacy told me that he would rather put the medicine on the shelf to make dust, and hope that the world will be safe."

Hearing this voice, King Fu played it: "Duke Ding is also joining in the fun? Oh...it's Xiao Wan'er, she is really rich."

King Tai narrowed his eyes: "It's not good."

"What's the matter?" Fu Wang frowned: "Why did you say that, Brother Wang?"

"It's not good." King Tai sighed deeply: "I'm afraid you won't be able to keep that jar of wine tonight."

But before they could catch their breath, they suddenly heard the young servants singing in unison: "The Xu family of Jiangnan West Road feels that the country is in trouble, and hereby donate 200 shi of grain, 30 jin of various medicinal materials, and [-] million guan of silver. The eldest son, Xu Li and Xu Changqing donated [-] guan in his own name. I wish Shanhe all the best."

Fu Wang caressed his chest, and his breathing became short of breath: "The Xu family in Jiangxi... why are you here?"

"The Xu family donated almost 300 million guan, and now it's more than half of the [-] million guan." King Tai frowned and said, "This is... to force the Jin family to vomit blood."

"Why?"

"Why does your Xu family in Jiangxi donate so much?" Tai Wang looked at the big treasurer of the Xu family here holding the voucher of the Xu family and said that the money and silver would arrive in a few days, and said thoughtfully. : "This is clearly putting the Jin family in Luzhou on the stove."

Fu Wang also nodded knowingly: "The Jin family can only have more or less, otherwise I'm afraid they will be stabbed in the back."

Chapter 68: April 4

Inside the Imperial Palace of Jinling City, in the Hall of Wende.

The young Emperor Baoqing was sitting at the desk to annotate official documents, and in front of him was Zhao Lang, the secretary of the imperial court.

"Zhao Qing, what's the reason why I saw you so many times today but hesitated to speak?" Zhao Xing lightly raised his head and glanced at Zhao Lang, who was in charge of the court in front of him, then continued to lower his head: "Is it because King Fu wrote a book again and cried poorly? This plan was decided by you, and you have to push this uncle back to me, otherwise I will make you look good."

Zhao Lang took a step forward, cupped his hands and said, "Just now the Luzhou Supervising Army hastened eight hundred miles, saying...saying..."

"What?" Zhao Xing put down the pen in his hand, frowned and asked, "Don't hesitate."

"It is said that Ruibao County hosted a fundraising meeting to raise money from the people in the name of sharing the country's worries."

This question is extremely sensitive, Zhao Xing's eyes widened, he calmed down his thoughts a little, frowned and said, "Fund raising?"

"Going back to the official's house is to raise funds. Before the fast horse came, 440 million yuan of money and grain had been raised, of which the Xu family in South Jiangxi Province would pay 300 million yuan." Zhao Lang took a deep breath: "If the supervisory army waits for the Jin family in Luzhou to pass After that, tens of millions of dollars can be raised in one day today.”

Zhao Xing sucked in a breath of cold air. He leaned on the chair and couldn't calm down for a long time: "This... My Song Dynasty's annual tax is only [-] million, and he raises [-] million a day? Uncle Huang wants to rebel?"

Zhao Lang showed a wry smile: "The way of supervising the army... King Fu doesn't care, the money and food are all under the jurisdiction of the princess, and the princess even issued a letter to the people, please look at it."

Zhao Xing heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this, picked up the letter to Wanmin and looked at it. After reading it, his brows gradually relaxed, and finally he even laughed: "This sister...isn't this nonsense?" ?”

"Officials, now that this is the case, what should we do?"

Zhao Xing raised his head and thought for a while: "Zhao Qing, with your intelligence, what do you plan to do?"

Zhao Lang pondered for a moment: "The minister has carefully considered it. If His Royal Highness Fu does not handle the money, it is a good idea. If it is blocked, it may give the official a bad reputation. The princess has always been messing around, but this time it is the same. Worrying about the superiority of the country, coupled with the fact that the will of the people is irreversible, so this matter is not only unavoidable, but the imperial court should greatly appreciate it."

"Well, it makes sense." Zhao Xing narrowed his eyes: "These wealthy households should bleed. Zhao Qing, go ahead."

Zhao Lang took a deep breath and continued: "But if so much money is sent out by the princess, the people will only think of the princess and His Royal Highness, which is not a good thing for your majesty."

Zhao Xing nodded lightly. If all the great merits of this day were done to King Fu, then as an emperor, even if King Fu had no resentment at all, he might not be able to sleep at night as an emperor.But now the problem is presented, neither can it be banned, and good things can't fall on Fu Wang's head. It takes a little brainstorming to deal with it.

"Officials, why not..." Zhao Lang said in a deep voice: "The next decree is to be sent to Luzhou Mansion before dark, and be more serious. Isn't the princess going to engrave an inscription? Then the official will reward you." For a good stele, each stele will be stamped with the official's golden seal. When the common people see the stele, it will be like bathing in the grace of God. After many years, everyone will remember that this is His Majesty's generosity."

"Wonderful!" Zhao Xing clapped his hands, but then he pondered for a moment: "But if there are only a few steles, it will appear that the royal family is too stingy, Wang Banban."

"The old slave is here..." An eunuch next to him stood in front of Zhao Xing with his hands down.

"How much silver is left in the treasury?"

"640 coins off."

"Go, make an imperial decree. I will not only give them inscriptions, but also remember the suffering of the people. Donate 500 million guan in my name, but you have to say something ugly up front. If I find someone corrupt, I will definitely not forgive you."

"Officials, I still have a good idea." Zhao Lang added beside him: "The Princess is young, so it's better to send a few people in the palace to help her. If there are any changes, I can always report to the officials."

"No need, my girl can't bear the slightest grievance. If she thinks that I can't trust her, she will definitely come and roll around. The supervising army is enough, but tell her clearly that I have to give me the detailed list of the expenses. Bring me a copy, and I want to see where she can spend this large sum of money."

Zhao Lang was still unwilling, he really wanted to put a few confidants in there, but in the end...the family is a family, Zhao Xing has already said such a thing, so he can't do such a spoiling thing.

"By the way, give Princess Ruibao an emerald belt and change the princess to a princess." Zhao Xing continued: "The princess is not qualified after all."

"Officials...don't allow...officials!" Zhao Lang's pores exploded: "This is against the rules."

"What?" Zhao Xing's expression changed immediately: "You mean that Ruibao is not qualified to be this princess?"

"It's not... I thought..."

"Okay, what about the hundreds of thousands of disaster victims, if you can help me handle things like Ruibao, I will also make you a princess."

Zhao Lang's face turned green, he cupped his hands and bowed his head: "The officials..."

"Okay, it's just a joke. Did Wang Banban hear clearly?"

The eunuch next to him responded, "This old slave understands."

Zhao Xing nodded in satisfaction, and then said to Zhao Lang: "In this case, you should move all the victims to Luzhou. It will be easy to do things if you have money."

"There will be chaos..." Zhao Lang muttered, "Luzhou will be chaotic."

"That's your business." Zhao Xing smiled provocatively: "Zhao Qing, I believe in you."

"Officials...there are more than [-] disaster victims!"

"What? Are you going to let them starve to death or wait for them to rise up? I want to see if the emperor can eat these people." Zhao Xing still smiled: "Look at me, the emperor who is both civil and military. When will you come and beg me?"

"Yes, official. I'll do it now."

Soon, the imperial edict was drafted, and after passing through the three provinces, a fast horse galloped towards Luzhou Mansion with this imperial edict.

At the same time, Song Beiyun was sitting on his bamboo bed and eating noodles. On the recliner in front of him was Zuo Rou, who was reclining barefoot and taking an afternoon nap. On the small stool in front of him was Qiao Yun who was embroidering.

"Don't bother Miss... She has been going back and forth to Luzhou in Jinling all day and night, and she is very tired."

Seeing that Song Beiyun wanted to scratch Zuorou's feet, Qiaoyun quickly stopped her and said, "Don't play tricks."

"Then I want to play tricks now. Qiaoqiao went to help Jin Ling'er enter the account again. Except for this washboard, you are the only one left, Miss Qiaoyun. Look... is it because there is no one, and Miss Qiaoyun let you go?" Am I bad or bad?"

"No seriousness." Qiao Yun rolled his eyes at him: "Don't belittle me."

"That can't be done. I've already said that I'm going to marry you in the future. How can it be considered frivolous for me to say something caring to my wife who has never been married?"

Qiao Yun was so ashamed by what he said, she didn't even dare to raise her head, but she still quietly sat on the bamboo bed on the small stool.

Song Beiyun was naturally blunt, leaned over and leaned on Qiaoyun's lap, and took a deep breath with his face directed at her lower abdomen: "Sister Qiaoyun smells delicious."

"No..." Qiao Yun slapped him with a blushing face, and then said forcefully, "You can really punish the Jin family with this method?"

"What kind of family is the Jin family?" Song Beiyun put his arms around Qiaoyun's waist: "This is still the first cut, and there are still more scenes to come."

Qiao Yun wanted to push his hand away, but found that her body was going limp, so she could only say delicately: "My good brother, let go..."

"That won't work."

Song Beiyun continued to press his face against Qiaoyun's lower abdomen, and the heat from his mouth was transmitted to her skin through the clothes as soon as he spoke, making her very soft.

"You know how to bully me." Although Qiao Yun said so, she still gently rubbed the back of Song Beiyun's head with one hand: "It's because I'm easy to bully, right?"

"Sister Qiaoyun, you know, when those boys meet a girl they like, they usually want to bully them, pinch their faces and pull their hair, because they like them."

Qiao Yun burst out laughing: "How can there be such a liking. Tell me, how much money can you have today?"

"Who knows, but I'm sure, it's barely enough to let those hungry people survive the winter, but if Zhao Xing is a little narrow-minded, maybe he has to spend a little more thought."

"Ah? You...how can you call the official's name directly."

"He is your official family, in my eyes he is a fart." Song Beiyun sat up and hugged Qiaoyun in his arms: "Although I never thought of rebelling, but let me be in awe of him , basically impossible, unless he can call me daddy."

Qiao Yun was annoyed by this guy, and stretched out her hand to pinch the mouth of the dead guy: "Just talk in front of me, but don't chew your tongue for me outside."

"Got it, lady."

"Go, go, go, shout." Qiao Yun said so, but her smile was as bright as Hua'er: "Smelly brother."

While speaking, she suddenly pressed Song Beiyun's hand: "No!"

"Good sister, just give me a discount, you don't even know how much I missed you when you went to Jiangxi."

"Really?" Qiao Yun asked with doubts, "Aren't you pretty?"

"If Qiaoqiao goes out, I'll miss her too, not everyone else."

"A person who talks sweetly every day is a bad guy." What did she say, but she still let go of her hand, let Song Beiyun slide in around the corner of her clothes, bit her lips lightly, and said in a low voice like a dream: " lighter..."

But probably life is unsatisfactory nine times out of ten, just when Qiaoyun's eyes began to blur and Song Beiyun was about to go too far, there was a sudden knock on his door.

The distraught Qiaoyun woke up immediately, quickly took out Song Beiyun's hand, got up with a blushing face, and walked towards the door while arranging her clothes: "Here we come, don't knock."

After opening the door, she found that Qiaoqiao came back panting, and she said anxiously: "It's not good, it's not good, something serious happened."

This voice made Song Beiyun straighten up: "What happened?"

"There's an appointment at the other end, and we're going to fight."

Chapter 69: April 4

"Wait a minute."

Just as he was about to go out, Qiaoyun shouted to Song Beiyun from behind, and then hit him in the side with an elbow. Song Beiyun almost instinctively raised his hand to dispel Qiaoyun's attack. Before he could react, the second The second round of attack came.

Qiao Yun is a master Ding Guogong cultivated painstakingly. Since elementary school martial arts, she said earlier that even three or five imperial guards cannot be her opponent.

But Song Beiyun took three moves in a row but was unharmed, and he was even able to fight back twice.

After finishing the three moves, Qiao Yun, whose arms were straddled, laughed, and patted Song Beiyun on the head with his hand: "Stinky brother, I have kept my sister from it for so many years."

Song Beiyun knew right away that he might have revealed himself, but he had no idea how he did so, so when he went to the scene of the trouble, he asked in a low voice, "Sister Qiaoyun, how did you know?"

"I can see the bruises on your hands. Although they are not very clear, it can be seen that you are picking and rolling with vertical hands. If you don't know martial arts, you will block with horizontal hands, but horizontal blocks are easy to break. Only Dong Lian People who practice the three-volt period in the summer of Sanjiu will put up a pick-and-roll at the nick of time, and the bruise on your forearm is very long and not heavy, it is just a skin trauma."

As Qiaoyun spoke, she raised her arms so that her arms were parallel to her shoulders, and she lunged forward so that her forearms and upper arms formed a triangle: "At that time you were facing the horns of the stick. But I didn’t try my best, this method is usually unique to Nanquan. I tried it just now, and your bunting ability is better than mine, stinky brother.”

What can Song Beiyun say, the girls around him may be Zuorou who is serious and stupid, even Qiaoyun can easily see it.But that's okay, she's an expert herself, it's too difficult to hide in front of professional players, she can't usually see it, at most she's a bit fit, but the injury on her hand is really exposed, and she can't hide it.

"I just don't know how good your weapon skills are." Qiaoyun smiled and said to Song Beiyun with her hands behind her back, "Come and try next time."

"That's definitely not comparable to my sister. I can barely match you in bunt."

Qiaoyun looked at his expression, but didn't say anything: "When miss hits you, why don't you always fight back?"

"You can't do bullying the weak."

At this time, Ah Qiao stepped forward and took Song Beiyun's hand, and said proudly: "My Beiyun family is very powerful, sister Qiaoyun will know when you marry into my family."

"One or two... It's just nonsense." Qiao Yun was a little shy when she was told by Qiao Qiao: "You can't talk nonsense outside."

"That's what you said, when you opened the door just now, your face was red, and the rope of your bellyband was hanging out of your neck." Pretty and straightforward, without turning a corner at all: "Who doesn't know, I It's obvious what you're doing."

When Qiao Yun heard this, she immediately turned her head aside, blushing, and said nothing along the way.

Song Beiyun pinched his pretty face, dumbfounded, but there was nothing to say, after all, it was nothing serious at all.

After walking for a quarter of an hour, they came to the place where the disturbance was still raging. Song Beiyun asked Qiaoyun to inquire about the news because it was inconvenient to show up, while he stood among the crowd and watched the donation scene.

The scene was as he expected, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as full of enthusiasm. They donated money enthusiastically, and judging from the numbers on the blackboard in front of them, aside from the money and food donated by Xu Lijia and Miaoyan, it was only the people who donated spontaneously and enthusiastically. Donations have already reached nearly a million.

Although most of them are donated by wealthy businessmen, ordinary people are definitely the main force that contributed to the success of this donation, because they know who has money and who has no money, and donate if they have money?Everyone has donated, so why doesn't his family donate?If you don't donate, you are a jerk, you are rich and unkind, and you deserve to be killed.

What is awesome?This is what people say, no matter how stingy a rich family is, they must bleed once, otherwise the people's sloppy mouth is no joke.

In the beginning, it was money and silver, and then there were all kinds of things, such as cloth, livestock and even raw materials. Anyway, it is impossible not to donate, and you can’t stop Youyou’s mouth without donating. This is what businessmen care about most.

Of course, there are also those smart businessmen who do not donate at one time, but donate in multiples. Asking the roll call boy to call out a few more times is tantamount to advertising them.

At the same time, just as planned, the fundraiser on this side has already used the food donated to start cooking outside the city first, and hired doctors from various medical centers to start administering medicine and consulting. How much money is posted on a blank sheet of paper, which is clearly visible.

The more this is the case, the higher the interest of the big guys. In addition, from time to time, a few victims of the disaster will come forward and say how miserable their hometown is, and then thank them with tears, and immediately clean up the whole scene. It is passionate.

However, the dispute ahead was not a major issue, so Song Beiyun lost his interest and concentrated on collecting the discussion content of the people around him.