Song Beiyun

At the moment, Song Beiyun is the most leisurely person. After teaching Yusheng in the morning, he cooks at noon and lies in the yard to bask in the sun. Of course it was only Qiaoyun, but Qiaoyun had some dirty things with Song Beiyun again, so even he joked that Zuorou sent a big piece of fat to the tiger's mouth.

"Sister Qiaoyun."

"Ok?"

Lying on Qiaoyun's lap, Song Beiyun stuffed a grape from the Western Regions into Qiaoyun's mouth: "You come here every night, maybe you have an addiction?"

Qiaoyun pinched his nose. After all, the two of them have been lingering for many times, and Yusheng was studying hard in the room, and there was no one here, so she was naturally no longer shy.

"You know that you bullied me."

"How can I bear it, my elder sister Qiaoyun is the best baby in the world."

Qiao Yun has long been used to his rhetoric, but she just held his hand and said sadly: "Speaking of which, I'm just a servant. One day you will become famous, and I won't be able to get on the stage."

Song Beiyun adjusted his posture, stretched out his hand to pinch Qiaoyun's chin: "Silly sister, do you know what those people in the world are all for?"

"Why?" Qiao Yun tilted her head and looked at him: "I don't know what you men are thinking."

"It's nothing more than fame and fortune. Those who abandon their wives and children for the sake of the rich lady in the songbook, and those who abandon the official lady for the sake of the official family, aren't they all for fame and fortune?"

"Hmm." Qiao Yun nodded thoughtfully.

Song Beiyun took her hand and kissed it, and continued: "My sister Qiaoyun, she is gentle and beautiful, and she has a good figure, how can I give up. Besides, if you want to talk about fame and wealth, do you think I care about it? If it is for wealth, the wealth in my hand can be used for you and Qiaoqiao to lie here and eat the third life. If it is for fame, any poem of mine is enough to become famous all over the world, and this time it will be even more It is a good opportunity for the world to recognize, not to mention His Royal Highness Fu Wang, even if he is the current emperor, I would say it is not impossible to meet him."

Qiao Yun nodded lightly and said, "His Royal Highness Fu spent a whole morning thinking about your story that day, and then he rushed to meet Sheng himself."

"Really." Song Beiyun threw Qiaoyun down on the bamboo bed, and met her eyes: "You said, if I like these things, I don't just hook up with the princess. But I'm not interested, because I like me Miss Qiaoyun."

Qiao Yun's face was flushed by what he said, and her breathing became short of breath. Even seeing his face getting closer, her eyes closed instinctively.

"Sister Qiaoyun, prostitution in the daytime is not acceptable." Song Beiyun kissed her on the lips, and then pulled her up: "You, you, why are you so addicted?"

Qiaoyun was taken aback by what he said, and after realizing it, she slapped him dumbfounded: "Bad thing..."

But after she finished speaking, she still snuggled into Song Beiyun's arms obediently: "But I can't come these few days. I will go back tomorrow. I will go to the master to report the young lady's movements at the beginning of every month. It may take Three to five days."

Song Beiyun didn't like it when he heard it. He had just tasted the marrow and tasted it. How about Qiaoyun running away?

Perhaps seeing his displeasure, Qiao Yun raised her body and put her arms around his neck, and said softly, "Wait for sister to come back, okay?"

"The few tricks you didn't agree with before, you have to try."

Qiao Yun bit her lip, blushing and nodded slightly.

"Okay, okay, then I'll let you go." Song Beiyun got up and put Qiaoyun on the bamboo bed, and picked up the small blanket beside her to cover her body: "You are also tired these days, sleep for a while, it's time for Yusheng Brother did a mock test."

"Yeah." Qiaoyun nodded obediently: "Go ahead."

After coaxing Qiaoyun to fall asleep, Song Beiyun opened the door and walked into Yusheng's room. He was still immersed in the examination papers. When he saw Song Beiyun coming, he yawned: "You at night, keep your voice down when you are tossing."

Song Beiyun was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly: "Can you hear me?"

"It's right next door, can you hear me? I didn't mention you when I saw Qiaoqiao in the morning. Don't be obsessed with women when you are young. You still have to test for fame." Yusheng said earnestly: "But if If you are really interested, I will write a letter to my mother and ask her to settle the marriage. I think Miss Qiaoyun is also a decent person, a pretty good girl."

"Brother Yusheng...don't be so old-fashioned when you talk." Song Beiyun sat next to him: "It's you, you should find a wife anyway."

"If a man is successful in his career, why should he call himself home?" Yusheng shook his head and said, "Don't worry, why worry about not having a wife?"

"Okay, with your words, it will be done." Song Beiyun rolled up his sleeves: "Are you ready? The mock exam starts this afternoon."

Yusheng straightened his body: "It's ready."

Song Beiyun took out a stack of test papers from his sleeve and patted them in front of Yusheng: "Poetry, Fu, and theory each, and five strategies, Mo Yi, you are fine, there is no one who is more solid than you in the world. The topics and poems are about the country, the theories are about saving the country, and the policies are about water control, relief of the people, epidemic prevention, military training, and diplomacy.”

Yusheng raised his head, showing embarrassment: "It's so difficult..."

"It's so difficult?" Song Beiyun slapped the table: "Why do scholars study? Do you think it's so difficult to cultivate one's morality and make the family peaceful? Let me tell you, if I can't write it, I will write to Aunt Hong and ask him to find it for you over there." A good daughter’s family, you go to Jiangxi to get married and have children.”

Inexplicably reprimanded by Song Beiyun, Yusheng also realized that he had said something wrong, smiled wryly and then buried his head and started writing.

Song Beiyun didn't urge him, but prepared homemade essential oils and strong tea for him to refresh himself, and the braised pork specially made for him at noon was also placed aside, and when he was hungry, he used pancakes to pick it up. It was very delicious.

While Yusheng was sinking his head at the desk, Song Beiyun started to come up with the second round of questions beside him, and he was now frantically pressing the questions. The person who made the question was Fu Wang, so he could think about what kind of questions should be given from the perspective of Fu Wang to embarrass Yusheng.

In fact, Song Beiyun had a simple understanding of Fu Wang through the information collection these days. First of all, he could be sure that this person was not a bragging smart, but a real all-rounder in civil and military affairs.Secondly, this person has a very straight temper. Since this year, all state capital examinations for candidates have to be passed through Fu Wang's first pass, so he will definitely not say that he only thinks about the hard work of those scholars and asks simple questions.Finally, King Fu came up with a question... who dares to cheat! ?

Therefore, under these three conditions, Song Beiyun just guessed the questions boldly, and faced the imperial examination with the spirit of "college entrance examination".It doesn't matter if you don't have a direction, just put the template on!

Now that the exam is three full months away, Yusheng has to get a good reputation this time around, as for himself...it doesn't matter, anyway, isn't it just a bad reputation.

"Brother Yusheng, do you remember the slogan?"

Yusheng nodded, and read out smoothly: "The road to school is slow and long. It takes 12 years for many students. In 12 years, Hua grinds a sword, and it takes only two days to win fame. Get up early in the morning with a clear mind, and recite the Analects of Confucius and the Book of Rites. Eat and bathe Don’t be idle, go through the hall in your mind in spring and autumn. Take a nap to squeeze time, and review the past topics three times. At night, people have enough time to finish the strategy and do Moyi.”

"Perfect."

Chapter 76: May 5rd

Yang Wenguang was very puzzled, why did someone he had seen before disappear?Although the Jin family has been so exhausted these days that they have no time to take care of the affairs here, but since their Yang family has taken over the business from others, they have to finish the work.

But it has been a month or so, and I did meet him, but I only met once, and I got an elbow, not to mention, my toe is still hurting.

Today, he went out to look for people as usual, and walked in Luzhou City with a few of his men holding treasured swords. His eyes passed everyone's eyes, trying to find his target person.

When passing by a warehouse, there happened to be a notice posted outside. Yang Wenguang stepped forward and looked at it curiously. The meaning of the notice probably meant that he was recruiting people in charge here. He was required to be strong, hard-working, literate, and his background in the army was preferred. Daily salary, negotiable.

"Eh? That's a good thing."

Yang Wenguang squatted in front of the notice and studied it, thinking that if he couldn't find anyone again this month, the [-] yuan would probably be refunded to the Jin family. Since the beginning of this year, his Yang family's business has not been very good. Recently, the number of refugees has increased, and there are vaguely many comrades who have come out to grab business, and the Yang family has planned to let those rogues under their hands go on the right path, so naturally they can't use swords and guns with those fellows, so seeing this is stretched.

When he saw this job advertisement, Yang Wenguang was really moved. After hesitating for a while, he raised his head and said to his younger brothers: "You are waiting for me here, I will come as soon as I go."

"Young Master...you can't go there." A rogue grabbed Yang Wenguang's hand and whispered with horror on his face: "This amount of money can't be collected! Young Master, this is the big warehouse that the Jin family gave to the princess. If you go in It's... isn't that being trampled on the ground and beaten?"

"Let you read some books and read some words on weekdays, so that you can eat, drink and have fun." Yang Wenguang didn't get angry, he lifted the scabbard and knocked on the heads of these little brothers: "I'll see if I can help my brothers." Let's get a job!"

Several younger brothers stood awkwardly in front of the notice board, staring at each other, and one of them asked suspiciously: "Young master, can you really read them all? Don't lie to us, the many words on it, in my eyes It looks like a picture drawn."

"Forget it, just stand here and don't move around."

Yang Wenguang sighed, and walked towards the warehouse with the knife in his arms.

At this moment, Song Beiyun was sitting in a small room next to the big warehouse. There was a table in front of him with pens, ink, paper and inkstones on it, while Ruibao was sitting on the table facing Song Beiyun. The two seemed to be at a stalemate.

"No, you can't do it if you say no." Song Beiyun didn't bother to talk nonsense: "I have already given you enough face by coming to help you, and you still want me to give you full-time. You are thinking blindly."

"Good brother!" The princess jumped down from the table, put her hands on the armrests of the chair, and her body was less than [-] centimeters away from Song Beiyun: "Good brother, if you come to help me, my sister can meet my good brother's request."

"I don't dare to make demands on you. I'll help you recruit all the people and then go back to study. You have to drag me with your own affairs!"

"Song Beiyun!" Ruibao looked at him angrily, "Aren't you toasting and not eating fine wine?"

Song Beiyun looked around and found that no one else was there. He laughed and twisted Ruibao's Mingmen acupoint with the knuckles of his fingers.

Ruibao, who was still aggressive at first, suddenly limp and lay on Song Beiyun's body. She was yelling, like crying but not crying, but tears were already streaming out from the acupoints.

"Your Highness, why are you so careless?" Song Beiyun put his arms around the princess's waist and let her sit on his lap: "What's uncomfortable? Do you want to call the doctor or not?"

Ruibao propped one hand on his shoulder, biting his lip and looking at him angrily, and when he gained some strength in his hand, he twisted hard on the big tendon on Song Beiyun's neck.

But I didn't expect that Zuorou's tried and tested tricks would have no effect on Song Beiyun. Instead, the hands on his waist suddenly exerted force, and all the strength in his body was removed, and his center of gravity was unstable and he fell on Song Beiyun again.

"You hate it to death..." The princess didn't get up either: "If you don't promise me, I won't get up. Hmph, let people watch you hug the princess, and see if you die or not."

"Yes?" Song Beiyun reached the princess's chest with one hand, grabbed the strap of his jacket and slowly pulled it down: "Then I will help you."

"Okay, I won't play with you anymore." The princess got up quickly, clutching her clothes: "Go ahead, father and mother are going to Jinling City to visit the Empress Dowager today, I will go find you in the evening."

"Don't come." Song Beiyun waved his hands again and again: "You have no luck, Qiantui."

"If Zuo Rou can go, I can't go? That's fine too. If you don't let me go, then I'll tell Duke Ding about your affair with Qiao Yun."

"You won't say it." Song Beiyun smiled indifferently: "You are a dirty thing yourself."

"Ha!" Ruibao stretched out a finger and poked Song Beiyun's forehead: "It's so courageous to call my palace master a dirty thing. It's okay, I won't mess with you, and I will go to you at night , Besides, Sister Qiaoqiao even made me a hood, I'm going to try it tonight, unlike some dead thing that knows how to protect Zuorou."

Song Beiyun tilted his head and looked at her: "Miss, we've only known each other for over a month, how many years have I known Zuo Rou, is it normal to protect her?"

"I! No! Submit!" Ruibao said word by word: "Anyway, I'm not reconciled. I want what you give her."

"Why! Then Zuo Rou still takes a bath with me, so you come too."

After saying this, Song Beiyun regretted it, but it was still too late, Ruibao glanced at him lightly: "Do you dare?"

Seeing being overturned, Song Beiyun slapped Ruibao's ass with a slap, the voice was crisp and clear, Ruibao didn't care, anyway, there were too many things more than this, and he did it when we met for the first time. It's really nothing, and it's quite gratifying to be patted like this, painful, crispy, and numb.

Just when Ruibao was about to drive again, footsteps came from outside. Song Beiyun immediately got up, pulled Ruibao to sit on the seat, and stood aside, looking respectful.

"Your Highness, someone has come to apply for the job."

Ruibao said coldly: "Wait."

After she finished speaking, she raised her head and said to Song Beiyun, "Come on and tidy it up for me, it's all messed up by you, it's so shameful."

"What do you mean I was messed up." Song Beiyun said while helping Ruibao tidy up: "You rubbed on me as soon as you came, and I messed up. You, a palace man, really have two mouths."

"Yes, two mouths. Do you want to eat?"

"Don't look like this, you are a princess!" Song Beiyun straightened her hair and continued to stand behind: "Okay, be normal."

"Oh..." Ruibao adjusted his posture: "Come in."

Not long after, the maid led a handsome young man in, but he was dressed as a warrior, he was only seventeen or eighteen years old, he was shorter than Song Beiyun, and his skin was darker.Although the weapon in his hand has been removed by the guards, it can be seen from the thick joints of his fingers that he is a good hand at handling weapons.

"I have seen the princess Qiansui." Yang Wenguang clasped his fists and bowed: "Princess Jin An Wanfu."

"Raise your head." Ruibao's voice was cold, with a natural sense of isolation: "Do you know who I invite here?"

Yang Wenguang raised his head nervously, and then he saw Song Beiyun behind the princess for the first time. He was stunned, but Ruibao frowned when he saw that his eyes were not on him, "Go out!" !"

Yang Wenguang yelled badly in his heart, and quickly knelt down in front of Ruibao on one knee: "Princess, calm down, but I saw that the person behind you looks like an old friend of mine, so I unconsciously took a few more glances."

Song Beiyun scratched his head: "I don't know you either."

Yang Wenguang didn't dare to raise his head, but his mind was active, and he lowered his head and said, "It's just that they resemble each other, I was wrong."

Ruibao raised his head and looked at Song Beiyun. Song Beiyun nodded slightly. Ruibao understood, coughed and said, "Get up."

Yang Wenguang stood up again, with his hands naturally half clenched, hanging on his sides of his legs. He looked like a soldier, and he was not an ordinary soldier.

"Been in the army?" Song Beiyun asked, "How old are you?"

Yang Wenguang glanced at him, and then at Ruibao. Ruibao nodded and said, "He's the manager here. I just came to check on him today, and I happened to meet you. Whatever he asks, you just answer."

Yang Wenguang sighed, feeling sore in his heart, because no matter what... the one hundred thousand dollars was lost, and he could tell who had thicker arms from the Jin family or the princess.

"Caomin never joined the army, but his grandparents were all soldiers, so Caomin has been practicing martial arts since childhood." Yang Wenguang replied sincerely, with a humble tone.

Song Beiyun nodded: "literate?"

"I have been reading since I was a child, and I know the art of war and strategy theory, and I can recite the Four Books and Five Classics."

"Hey, he's both civil and military." Song Beiyun smiled and picked up a form from the table and handed it to him: "Then you fill out this form."

Yang Wenguang was a little confused. He took it over and looked at it, and found that there were densely packed boxes on the top, such as name and size, date of birth, race, gender, and what specialties were there below, and what the hell was the educational experience?

"You write first, and ask me if you don't understand." Song Beiyun saw his difficulty: "Don't worry."

While Yang Wenguang was writing, Song Beiyun asked beside him, "How much do you want to pay per month?"

"Huh?" Yang Wenguang raised his head and pondered for a moment, then lowered his head and wrote: "As the princess wants."

Of course, the higher the better, the best thing is to give a million guan a month, but is it possible?Obviously impossible, let him speak... It's quite embarrassing, after all, the princess sitting in front of him is of high status, so it is obviously inappropriate for the lion to speak loudly.

Besides, the purpose of Yang Wenguang's coming here is actually to find a legitimate job for his brothers. No matter what he does, at least the Princess is behind the King of Fu, and the court is behind the King of Fu. After all, it is much more reliable than those dubious people. , more or less a half-official body.

"Well, you can write first."

Soon, Yang Wenguang finished writing. He raised his head and asked, "Brother, how do you fill in this educational experience?"

"Just write how many years you have studied, how many years you have practiced martial arts, and who you studied under."

"Then what is this...political face?"

"It means whether you are a slave, a commoner, an official, or an official."

"Oh..." Yang Wenguang blinked his eyes and nodded half-understanding: "Then... the family members also want to write?"

"Write if you can. The more detailed you write, the better it will be for us to understand you."

In this kind of stumbling communication, Yang Wenguang finished filling out the forms. For the first time, he felt that writing was such a strenuous task. Really...

Song Beiyun took the watch and glanced lightly: "Okay, you go back and wait...wait! Yang Yanzhao? Is it your father???"