Song Beiyun

"I'm so stupid. I shouldn't have come to look for that dog emperor last time. If I didn't look for that dog emperor, I wouldn't be imprisoned here. If I wasn't imprisoned here, I could go out and play."

Song Beiyun stood next to her and heard her chattering voice, couldn't help laughing out loud, Zuo Rou silently turned his head to look at Song Beiyun, then turned back silently: "Look, there are double images."

"Don't show up, pack up and get ready to leave the palace." Zhao Xing coughed and said, "Hurry up."

Zuo Rou didn't even bother to look at him: "Go out if you let me go out, then I will lose face, I won't go out, I don't eat anymore, when I starve to death, I will let you look good."

Song Beiyun looked at Zhao Xing, and Zhao Xing shrugged helplessly: "She doesn't eat, and three roast chickens a day are indispensable."

"Oh." Zhao Xing continued to add: "There are also various pastries."

Song Beiyun shook his head helplessly, walked up slowly and pulled Zuorou's ear.She slowly raised her eyelids to take a look at Song Beiyun, then turned her head straight and then tilted her head, watching for two to three minutes.

"ah!"

She yelled, pushed her arms hard to get out from the low wall, and hugged Song Beiyun's neck: "You finally got in!"

Zhao Xing looked dazed beside him, but Zuo Rou squinted at him: "This dog emperor is not human, can you beat him up for me?"

"Song Beiyun, don't you care?" Zhao Xing rolled up his sleeves: "If you don't care, I can just care."

"It's up to you?" Zuo Rou pushed Song Beiyun away not to be outdone, "Come on, let's see if I don't beat you so hard that you're looking for teeth all over the place."

Song Beiyun stood there with his hands behind his back: "You guys play a game, and I'll be the referee."

The guard next to him suppressed a smile, trying not to show it as much as possible, but Zhao Xing flicked his sleeves resentfully: "If I wasn't the emperor, today I would let you see my progress over the years."

"If you weren't the emperor, your leg would have been broken long ago! You haven't beaten me since you were young."

"Okay." Song Beiyun waved his hand: "Don't be ashamed in front of the guards, an emperor and a princess, look good."

Zhao Xing curled his lips, but Zuo Rou snorted, turned his head and grabbed Song Beiyun's neckline: "Say, when did you come?"

"It's been a while." Song Beiyun said helplessly.

"Then why didn't you come pick me up!"

"He still picked you up." Zhao Xing beckoned: "Stop talking nonsense, you all go to Daxiangguo Temple first."

"Why can't you go home?" Zuo Rou asked curiously, "Is something wrong?"

"event."

While on the carriage, Song Beiyun simply told Zuo Rou what had happened during this period, and Zuo Rou was also hooked after knowing how dangerous it was.

"This kind of thing should call me together, what's the point of locking me here."

Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "It's probably your father who asked Zhao Xing to lock you up. If something really happened to you, the world would be in chaos that day."

"Dog!" Zuo Rou was extremely wronged: "Do such a dangerous thing behind my back."

"Okay." Song Beiyun opened his hands to her: "Come and hug."

"That's the trick, right? Don't hug, I just don't hug."

"By the way, where is Sister Qiaoyun?" Song Beiyun asked curiously: "I can't meet people casually now, so you can find a way to get Sister Qiaoyun to come too."

"Oh..." Zuo Rou nodded, and then asked, "Why do you want to go to Daxiangguo Temple?"

"Maybe you will have to live in the temple for half a year." Song Beiyun sighed, "During the past six months, the entire Great Song Dynasty will undergo changes. If you live with me, at least you won't be allowed to run around."

Chapter 670, March 3th, Six Years

"The situation for half a year is very difficult."

Zuo Rou sat by the pond of Daxiangguo Temple, holding a fishing rod in her hand and doing her old job. After all, she was once a woman who aspired to become a fishing king.

"By the way, who are you hooking up with as a nun? It makes people irritated just looking at it."

Standing next to her was Zhao Cheng who came to fetch water to irrigate the ground. He was dressed in a plain monk robe. Zhao Cheng, who used to be so charming, is now much thinner, and his face is no longer the same as before. His face is clean, like a layman who cleans up the mountains.Although she is a princess, she carries water and grows vegetables every day, as if she has ended the cause and effect of her past.

She heard Zuo Rou's mocking and sarcastic voice, and if she followed her original temperament, she would definitely go back noisy and sarcastic, but she didn't seem to hear it, she just quietly looked at the fish float on the pond with the bucket in her hand, as if Into meditation.

"I'm talking to you, didn't you hear me? Xiao Sao hoof is pretending to be noble." Zuo Rou's mouth can say any ugly words, not to mention that she has always disliked Zhao Cheng, which caused Song Beiyun's ears to be numb until now. There is a scar: "Why, I can't stand jumping anymore?"

Standing there, Zhao Cheng just raised his finger and pointed at Zuorou's fish basket, and said softly: "Let it go, the crucian carp in spring has many seeds."

"When will it be your turn to act as a good person? Oh, it's not the time for you to kill hundreds of thousands of people? It's so funny, the witch who regards human life as nothing, now tells me to let the fish go, and she is not guilty of her heart."

Hearing this, Zhao Cheng's face turned red. She lowered her head and walked back with a bucket in her hands. When she reached the gate of the small garden, she happened to see Song Beiyun coming in. She just glanced at him. Continue to walk outside.

Song Beiyun turned his head to look at her back, walked into the small garden curiously, and sat down beside Zuo Rou: "Are you running on Zhao Cheng again?"

"What kind of compassion does this person tell me, and she deserves it?" Zuo Rou spat, "You can't talk to her, you bitch."

"Why bother." Song Beiyun lay down on the grass, looking at the white clouds in the sky: "I have chatted with the prince these days, Zhao Cheng has committed suicide several times in the past two years, and she is Jin Ling'er's sister after all. , please give me some face, besides, the prince is getting old, if there is another old man who loses his daughter, I am afraid that his body will collapse."

Zuo Rou didn't speak any more, but silently raised the pole, glanced at the crucian carp that was caught, gently squeezed her stomach, and then put it back.

"I want to go back to Chang'an, I'm going to work in the Beihai Navy!"

"It may take a while, let's wait until the turmoil subsides. Zhao Xing set off on his west tour yesterday, and he has to hide for a while, so we have to avoid it anyway." Song Beiyun stretched his waist: "By the way, I'll wait. Go see the Queen Mother, will you go?"

"That old woman? What does it look like?"

"Don't say that." Song Beiyun chuckled, "In the beginning, she actually took good care of me. I started as a secretary of her imperial city."

"Then you go."

Just as Song Beiyun was about to speak, human voices sounded outside. He turned his head and found that it was Zuo Fang who brought Qiaoyun here.

Zuo Fang probed into the garden and saw that her sister was hanging bait, and Song Beiyun was lying next to her. He immediately became happy, opened the door and walked in.

"Sister, brother-in-law." Zuo Fang said to Song Beiyun with a smile on his face, "Sister Qiaoyun is here."

Qiao Yun pursed her lips and smiled, and gently sat beside Zuo Rou, but her eyes were always on Song Beiyun.

Originally, Zuo Fang should have left consciously at this time, but Song Beiyun felt that he had no intention of leaving, so he stood up: "What's the matter, young man?"

"You're being polite, brother-in-law is being polite." Zuo Fang rubbed her hands and laughed happily: "It's a little thing."

Song Beiyun turned around and raised his head, and the two walked to the pavilion on the side. Song Beiyun lit a charcoal fire, put a pot of spring water on it and started to boil the water, and then began to take out the best tribute tea from the bamboo tube and put it into the teacup.

"My lord, there is no one else, let's talk."

Zuo Fang cleared her throat: "Brother-in-law, I want to go to Chang'an after the next year."

"Huh?" Song Beiyun raised his eyelids: "Why do you suddenly want to go to Chang'an?"

Zuo Fang was a little awkward. After being a dude for a long time, it was actually somewhat difficult to tell someone about her dream all of a sudden, even if this person was her brother-in-law.

And Song Beiyun probably understood what he was thinking when he saw him like this, but this kind of thing still had to wait for him to say it before it made sense, otherwise there was no essential difference between arranging for him and arranging for him by his father.

It's embarrassing to say, six years ago in March, when Song Beiyun was dying, it was Zuo Fang, who was still fourteen or fifteen years old, who called him into his carriage, thus completely changing the path of his destiny.

It has been six years now, and the dandy boy with heavy makeup back then has now become a handsome gentleman with star eyebrows.It's just that a wonderful change has taken place in the identities of the two of them. The young grandpa is still the young grandpa, but Song Beiyun has become the person in charge of Song Heiye.

The encounters in life make people have to sigh with emotion, it is too amazing.

"I don't want to be a dandy anymore, it's boring." Zuo Fang smiled wryly, "But as long as I'm still in the capital, I can be a dandy whether I'm a dandy or not. The officials didn't let me do business, so they just let me sway like this, I..."

"Are you stimulated?"

When Song Beiyun said a word, Zuo Fang was taken aback, and then his eyes turned red slightly. He pursed his lips for a long while before sighing: "I originally fell in love with Prime Minister Ding's niece..."

"Lao Ding's niece? You should have said it earlier." Song Beiyun rolled up his sleeves: "I'll just write you a letter to ask for marriage."

Zuo Fang shook her head vigorously: "The daughter of the Ding family is from a scholarly family. She has been well-educated and knowledgeable since she was a child. If she doesn't like me, she just doesn't like me. Even if she is married to me, her dislike will always be dislike, and she won't get good things. A twisted melon is not sweet."

"You don't care if she's sweet or not, just ask if there's a lot of water."

Zuo Fang was stunned for a moment, scratched her head, and blushed: "I don't know if she has a lot of water..."

"You're so fucking obscene..." Song Beiyun spat, "Where are you going?"

"Ah? Brother-in-law doesn't mean that?"

"What do you mean?" Song Beiyun snorted: "I mean, don't care if the twisted melon is sweet or not, you can just pick it first to quench your thirst. You are the son of a privy envoy, whether you are worthy of family status or status The niece of the previous prime minister? If you go to propose a marriage, you are considered a high ranking member of his family."

"No...that's not what it means, brother-in-law, you misunderstood. Miss Ding's eyes are a bit high. She doesn't care about her background, she just judges people."

"Trap." Song Beiyun poured the boiled water into the teacup to wash a cup of tea and laughed lightly: "She is only so old, so she can see who comes out. To put it bluntly, Lao Ding doesn't like you. Lao Ding doesn't like you." He is good at everything, but he is too bookish, which is not desirable. I have to write a letter to talk about him."

Wrist Song Beiyun took out the pen and ink from the bag next to it, but Zuo Fang blocked Song Beiyun's hand just when he was about to write: "Brother-in-law, I understand the truth. If I were the young lady at home, I wouldn't look down on myself, Erlang At that time, he did nothing, lingered all day on Fireworks and Willow Lane, and spread the word that someone from that family looked at him, so he was not a good person."

"Then what do you want?"

"I want to go to Chang'an with my brother-in-law. No one in Chang'an recognizes me. I can create my own world." Zuo Fang said with some disappointment: "At least I have to go home like my sister, so my father can take a high look. "

His words were full of grievances, as if to say, "A little fool like my sister can be treated like that, I feel a little bit unwilling in my heart."

"It's okay to make a way out, but what are you good at, do you have a plan in mind?"

"I...I..." Zuo Fang thought for a while, "I can drink a lot, and I am proficient in Turkic, Uighur, Bronze and Miao languages."

Xiao Song was taken aback: "When did you learn this?"

"Going to the fireworks place, if you meet a girl and can't chat a few words, wouldn't it be less interesting?" Zuo Fang smiled weakly: "So if I have a Turkic friend, I will learn Turkic, if If you have a Uyghur friend, you will learn Uyghur, these days I am still learning Japanese.”

Song Beiyun's eyes widened: "Is it true? Can you translate it in Turkic for me? Nothing is worse than dissatisfaction, and nothing is worse than desire for gain."

After thinking for a while, Zuo Fang wrote a section of Turkic text, and then explained: "Turkic has no big words, so it can only be translated with small meanings, that is, one sentence in ancient Chinese, but three sentences in Turkic text to explain its meaning. "

Song Beiyun scratched his chin: "Then you can translate back and forth?"

"It's a bit more difficult. The main reason is that when translating a foreign language into Chinese, it is more vulgar. So it needs to be refined and extracted. It takes a little effort here, but it is much simpler when it is translated into Chinese. As in the Japanese proverb The little monk who lives in front of the temple can listen to and recite the scriptures alone, and practice makes perfect in translation. It seems that the two sentences are not related, but they can be understood in one sentence.”

Song Beiyun slapped the table: "You are a fucking talent!"

Xiao Song’s most troublesome problem now is how to convert Chinese classics and other languages. There is no real translation in this era, and most of them are monks who translate scriptures, but real folk classics cannot be converted. This results in a much lower culture invasion rate.

The trustworthiness and elegance in this translation is difficult for people nowadays to understand, because they can rarely understand multiple foreign languages ​​after reading sage books, or they know multiple foreign languages ​​​​but have no ink in their stomachs, and the translated things do not make sense.

And what Zuo Fang said just now, this guy is a good translator for flirting!This is not a talent, so what is a talent?

Song Beiyun thought for a while: "Then if I ask you to translate a book, can you eat it?"

"I'm sure I can't do something like Zhongyong University...but if it's some other trivial things, I can try it."

Chapter 671: Sunny September 3, Six Years

Zuo Fang left happily, because the only test for him was to translate the Book of Songs into three languages.

He thinks about this stuff every day when he writes love letters, and some things don't even need to be prepared, and he comes at his fingertips.In his opinion, for his brother-in-law to ask him this question is like opening a back door.

But what he didn't know was that no one had been able to truly transform these things so far, and Song Beiyun's head hurt just looking at those shitty translators.Without the Chinese comparison, the speed of learning Chinese of other countries will not be reduced by a single star.

This is an absolute barrier to the future Shutongwen movement. If the two ethnic groups can't even talk together, they can't talk about integration.

"It's so boring." Seeing her younger brother leaving, Zuo Rou threw the fishing rod and grabbed Song Beiyun's arm: "Elbow, follow me into the house."

"No!" Song Beiyun shook his head: "I still have something to do."

"Is there anything you can't take it easy? I made a bet with Qiao Yun."

Song Beiyun had a bad feeling in his heart, and Zuo Rou opened his mouth and said, "I can't lose the bet on who will have the child first."

Qiaoyun's face turned red up to the ears, and she glanced at Song Beiyun with embarrassment, then silently lowered her head to tie a knot on an earthworm.

"Okay, I have a lot of time anyway." Song Beiyun rolled up his sleeves: "I will work hard."

Qiaoyun's ears were so red that they glowed, and even the corners of his eyes looked like he was drunk.

"Why don't you hurry up?" Zuo Rou said indifferently, "I can't lose."

Song Beiyun got up: "You guys play first, I'll do the things at hand first."

Xiao Song felt that it would be fine if Zuo Rou was on her own about prostitution in the daytime, and sister Qiao Yun would be a bit too much... Although it is very exciting, after all, King Fu lives next door. If this is discovered, but You will be scolded severely.

So he quickly escaped from Zuo Rou's clutches and walked out of the small garden.

And as soon as she got out of the small garden, she saw Zhao Cheng in a dull monk's robe watering the vegetables with a bucket. When she heard Song Beiyun's footsteps, she silently raised her head. The moment she saw Song Beiyun, she was indifferent. His eyes suddenly became resentful.

"Morning, Sister Cheng." Song Beiyun greeted Zhao Cheng and walked past him.

But within two steps, he backed up again, turned his head and looked at Zhao Cheng: "Sister Cheng is much more beautiful than before."

After speaking, he really left.

And Zhao Cheng stood there looking at his back, took a long time to spit on the ground, and continued to water.

What Song Beiyun said was the truth, he wanted to be pretty and filial, and what he was talking about was the plain white clothes. His old Zhao family didn't have any ugly embryos. The station is also very impressive.

Zhao Cheng is in her early thirties this year, and she has the unique warm fragrance of a big sister all over her body. With the monk clothes and slim body, she looks like a ripe persimmon, and after the recent years of hostility on her body There is not much left, but it looks really good.