Song Beiyun

The scholar surnamed Zhou just smiled and raised his eyelids slightly: "Why?"

"Ah? What and why?"

"Why did Song Beiyun want to rebel?"

The young man was silent for a long time, then shook his head lightly: "I don't know, maybe I want to be the emperor."

"What's so good about being an emperor?" The literati surnamed Zhou laughed, "Do you know the rumors about Song Beiyun among the people?"

"Know a little bit about it. The titles of Northwest King, Pingxi King, Shadow Emperor, and Ye Tianzi are all ridiculous names."

"In the world, there are no waves without wind." The literati surnamed Zhou shook his head and said, "Why not someone else, but Song Beiyun?"

"This……"

"At least one thing you need to know, regardless of whether the so-called Son of Heaven is real or not, Song Beiyun's status in the Song Dynasty is beyond your imagination. People think that listening to the tune and not listening to the announcement is the limit of a courtier, and Song Beiyun doesn't even listen to the announcement. .”

"Ah?" The young man said in disbelief with wide-eyed eyes, "Isn't that... Isn't it... How does Mr. know?"

"I studied in Chang'an for three years, and I found something that I didn't understand before, but I gradually understood it." The man surnamed Zhou knocked on the table lightly: "A party's governance needs to complement the government. To implement an independent government requires official Zhu Bi's personal approval, but Chang'an's governance is also approved by Zhu Bi."

"This..." His little apprentice was a little confused, so: "Mr.'s words are a little puzzling."

"Well, understand."

This week, the literati surnamed Zhou can be regarded as a little famous. His name was Zhou Huaicheng and he changed his name to Zhou Fucheng.He himself has always been pure in ambition, erudite and capable in writing, and has a good reputation in the academic circle.

It's just that his official career has not been smooth, and he hasn't gotten a single honor in the exam. After the reform of the exam, he has lost his reputation several times. He is now in his fifties, but he is still white.

However, because of his many years of study tour experience and his own ability, he came to Beijing this time to compile the Encyclopedia of the Song Dynasty, and he was mainly responsible for the content of the "Germany" chapter, and because his idea was "literature" Conveying the Tao and transforming the people with the culture", so he is already a bigwig who is qualified to open a museum to give lectures.

Originally, he needed to go to the palace to speak to the civil and military officials yesterday, but the plan couldn't keep up with the changes, and when something like this happened, he had to temporarily put the plan on hold and wait for the official announcement.

Although he was also taken aback when he first heard about this incident, but after thinking about it carefully, he thought that something must have happened.

Because it can be seen from three points, the first is that the martial law only lasted for an hour before and after. If it is really a rebellion, the martial law must last for several days, because the remnants of the party must be cleaned up, so it is definitely not a rebellion.

The second is the treatment of the guard, one month's salary and fifteen days' suspension. Half-Life is going to be removed, because this is a serious dereliction of duty, so something must have happened.

Third, from the perspective of the two parties, Song Beiyun's rebellion and the emperor's accident are mixed together, and there must be a demon in the impossible conflict. hurt.And this matter cannot be told to outsiders.

So what can't be said to outsiders?Either something to cause panic, or something dirty, or something embarrassing.

But if it will cause panic, it will not be so lightly, and the court will definitely clarify with thunder.If it was a dirty and vulgar person, he wouldn't be so unhurried, and he wouldn't let gossip run rampant.Then all that's left is embarrassment.

There are not many places in the palace that can be embarrassing. Either they did something stupid and caused the official and Song Beiyun to be injured. This is the most likely, because the official and Song Beiyun have not shown up until now, and it is likely that the two of them All wounded.Or the two are fighting...

Fighting is definitely impossible, and I'm not a naughty boy.So it may be that he was injured because of something, and the reason for the injury is hard to tell, and I heard that the alarm was triggered by an explosion in the palace that day, which was like a gun.

So... Xu Shi was injured when the official family set off fireworks in the courtyard, and by the way, innocent people, that is, Song Beiyun were also affected.

This is indeed embarrassing, the royal face is afraid to be disgraced, and if it is announced, the people below will definitely use it as an opportunity to block the entire industry. Judging from the official's love for the people, he is probably not It is hard for so many people to lose their jobs overnight and choose to hide it.

As for whether Song Beiyun is dead or not, he thinks he is definitely not dead, because if Song Beiyun is really dead, then the matter must not be concealed. The entire Northwest will be in chaos.Then at this time, being encouraged by someone with a heart to say, "The emperor's jealousy can kill Song Beiyun", it is not as simple as pure chaos.

So if he really died, Zhou Fucheng really didn't know how to deal with it, because this matter was too brain-intensive, and he didn't have that level of insight, so he didn't dare to speculate.

As for what he said to his disciples, it seems to be a bad sentence, but in fact the taste really needs to be carefully tasted, because he discovered a problem when he was in Chang'an, that is, any government orders in Chang'an seem to have a strong personal style, This kind of simplicity is the intuition of a cultural person, and this kind of personal style is like reading an article.You don’t need to look at the signature when you see a poem, you just need to look at the taste inside to know who it is.

"Kill a person in ten steps, never stay behind for a thousand miles" must be Li Bai's. "There are tens of thousands of mansions in Ande Guangsha" must be Du Fu's. "But let the flying generals of Dragon City stay, and don't teach Huma to go to the Yinshan Mountains." At a glance, you can tell that it is Wang Changling.

This kind of thing has a strong personal color, as is the case with Li Bai and Du Fu, and so is Song Beiyun. That kind of strong personal color cannot be imitated by others.The same is true when administering the government. The decrees formulated by Song Beiyun all have an indescribable taste, like sweet and strong wine. It doesn't feel good when you drink it, but it will be very good after a while.

As for the decrees of the imperial court center, although they are more thoughtful, they are always straight up and down. Karma's life is painful, especially the undeniable sense of superiority in it is completely different from Song Beiyun's decrees.

While he was pondering, the palace was also discussing how to maintain the country's stability if Song Beiyun died or Zhao Xing died.

Song Beiyun has a fever because of some infection, and his mental state is not very good, but fortunately, with antibiotics, his state is much better now than yesterday.

The reason why there was such a discussion was precisely because Zhao Xing found out that Song Beiyun couldn't wake up the morning before yesterday, and everyone present at the time was white-haired and sweaty.

It's not so much nonsense, if Song Beiyun died in the palace, it would be like jumping into the Yellow River to wash away the birds that cannot be washed away. It is impossible to predict what weird changes will happen at that time.

Even if the country can hold it back, the surrounding countries will certainly not be able to hold it back. At that time, I am afraid that it will be another drama of vying for the Central Plains.

Don't say that anyone can change the world without leaving the world. The problem is whether the world can change or not. As long as Song Beiyun suddenly dies suddenly, diplomacy will definitely not be able to change. It is true that Song can play, but how long he can play is a big question.

So at that time, it was discovered that Song Beiyun was not moving, and brotherhood was not the first thing to consider. He thought that at that moment, there was a huge "danger" hanging over Da Song's head.

It was only later that I found out that this guy had a fever and was weak.After calling the big bosses from the medical school to consult together, I felt relieved.

So after Song Beiyun's spirit improved a little today, he naturally started to discuss this issue.

But obviously there is no solution to this problem now, because both Zhao Xing and Song Beiyun are too symbolic, in other words, they have too much sense of existence and have become symbols representing a region.

If you want to get rid of such symbols, you must gradually and slowly fade out of the common people's field of vision and further weaken your own influence.

Zhao Xing proposed that he could lead a team to explore the New World, but Song Beiyun said "fuck your grandma", so the problem fell into a new deadlock...

"I don't think about these things now, I'm a little out of my mind." Song Beiyun slowly slid into the bed: "My whole body hurts, it hurts badly."

"Ginseng soup! Come here! Ginseng soup."

Zhao Xing's yell made Song Beiyun open his eyes: "Don't drink, drink it again and you'll get a nosebleed."

"What if you die?"

"I can't die." Song Beiyun yawned: "Just think about this issue while lying on the bed."

Yan Shu leaned beside him, and suddenly said, "I have an idea."

"Tell me." Zhao Xing looked at him: "What are your plans?"

"Now if someone wants to replace him in Chang'an, it is absolutely impossible, because the influence is too great, and only the emperor and Song Beiyun are recognized from top to bottom. So we can only change the method and transfer a lower-level official to assist him In dealing with Chang'an affairs, this person clearly stated to the public that he was Song Beiyun's executor, but he gradually turned behind the scenes."

"Decentralization of power." Song Beiyun said in a low voice: "One person can't do it. At least seven people are needed to divide power. It's too easy for a single person to create a god, and it will go from one extreme to another."

"Well, yes." Yan Shu nodded after thinking for a moment: "I was negligent. Seven people, just seven people to divide his power, but in the end the core power must be in your hands, because you will not rebel, they But it’s hard to say.”

"Hey, they can't rebel." Song Beiyun narrowed his eyes and said, "I will choose these seven people, and then I will enter a long vacation, an indefinite long vacation."

"But you are on vacation, what are you doing?" Zhao Xing asked worriedly: "Don't try to pick someone for me, otherwise, in order to save trouble, I have prepared a Zen seat. Whoever wants it, give me one." Fleet, if I go out to explore, it can be regarded as expanding the territory."

"Don't think about exploring all day long." Song Beiyun muttered, he didn't have the strength to shout out now: "Your symbol must be safe now, more secure than anyone else, and it's impossible for me to give up, at least in the future." Not until the overall situation is stable. But my influence must be weakened, otherwise I will die one day. I can’t think about the specifics of the future now. When I think about it, my head hurts. Don’t bother me. You can go away Walk."

Zhao Xing scratched his head: "Then what should we do now? There are rumors outside that you are under house arrest for rebellion."

"Just say that I have a problem with drinking, and I am paralyzed. I will greet you in Chang'an, and Kuang Yusheng will perform government affairs for me. My injury has not been so bad for a few months. I really obey you. Zhao Xing."

Chapter 865: Sunny May 2, Ten Years

Rehabilitation is a boring and tedious thing. In order to avoid excessive speculation among the people, Song Beiyun has to be pulled out every few days.

Zhao Xing's injury was milder, and he recovered quickly. He was alive and kicking within a few days, but Song Beiyun's penetrating injury was not so easy to recover. By March of this year, otherwise, if you are not careful, you will get abdominal infection, and you will really die suddenly by then.

What is Song Beiyun doing in the palace when he is completely free? He is thinking about all kinds of strange ways to play, such as fighting crickets, playing cards, and mahjong are all weak, and he is tired of it.

Now he spends every day with Zhao Xing, who is also too free to learn how to crawl snakes in the hall, to study and play some interesting games.

Yan Shu didn't have much to say about them being so idle, aside from Zhao Xing, if Song Beiyun really became nervous, it meant that the country was in turmoil. If he could, he hoped that Song Beiyun could be so leisurely all his life.

Ding Xiang will come here if he has nothing to do. After all, they are all people who go to the study. It is the successor he trained for himself. Although he is also a law student, he is lively and interesting, not rigid at all, and even put forward the concept of the rule of law and morality, and proposed that the law should be emotional and active. Some crimes may not be triggered and some crimes need to be punished more severely.

This concept is actually very advanced and advanced now. It is not the kind of rule of man, but puts the words "discretionary" on the surface, just like China's long-standing "little" " Appropriate amount” has become a clear standard.

But the law is not something that can be changed with just one idea, so although his idea is good, it is really impossible to implement it at this stage, because once the space is widened, someone will take advantage of that loophole.

"Old Ding, the first time I saw you, you were still a middle-aged man with black hair. Why did you grow old in a flash?"

Song Beiyun exuded a strong smell of medicine, sitting across from Xiang Ding, and the two were playing a game.

I haven't observed Lao Ding carefully for a long time, but I found that he is really old. In Song Beiyun's memory, Lao Ding was a funny legal worker who was unsmiling but cold-faced and funny. In a blink of an eye, he became a bad old man. , although the clothes, shoes and hats and hair are meticulous, but the sideburns are already white, and there are wrinkles on the face.

"Who doesn't grow old?" Lao Ding chuckled and said, "A draw."

Song Beiyun whistled and started to pick up chess pieces, saying, "You all are like this, why do I feel like I'm a young man?"

"Hahahahaha." Lao Ding laughed heartily, picked up the tea mug and took a sip: "No one can stay young."

After finishing speaking, he raised his head and looked at the snowy scene outside with some melancholy. The thick snow bent the treetops, and after a creaking sound, he fell along the branches, startling a clump of birds looking for food.

"People are like the four seasons, and I am already in my twilight years."

Lao Ding got up and came to the window, opened the window, the bright sunshine and cool air poured in, Song Beiyun wrapped the blanket tightly around his body.

"When I first met you, I just thought you were interesting and a genius. But I never expected that it was you, a monkey, who changed Da Song's face in the end."

"You guys praise me so much, I'm afraid you don't want to kill me." Song Beiyun took out a brand new and different chessboard: "Come and play with my new one, called Monopoly."

"I won't play anymore. I will go to offer incense to the old woman at home later. She left in a hurry and couldn't finish this year."

Ding Xiang's wife suddenly fell ill a few days ago, and it was only three months since she fell ill and passed away.Although Lao Ding's face is calm, he has obviously aged a lot these days, and even his figure is a little stooped.

"In two years, I'll return to my hometown and then go on a study tour. I plan to go to Chang'an. I don't know if Mr. Song wants me to be such a bad old man?"

"You're speaking in a weird way. Is there anyone in the Song Dynasty who dares to say that Ding Xiang will not be allowed to go?"

While talking, a huge ship-shaped object suddenly rose from the distant sky. Ding Xiang was stunned for a moment, then turned around and asked, "What is that?"

"What?"

Song Beiyun clutched his waist and slowly moved to the window. When he took a closer look, he found that it was actually an airship, and judging from its size, it must be at least seven to eighty meters long.

He took a telescope from the side and looked over, and found that there was nothing else on board, just a bare airship.

But then a burst of fire flashed, and the airship exploded in mid-air, and the wreckage fell down one after another.

"Oh, it should be that the workshop is doing engineering tests." Song Beiyun smiled and said, "Test the strength of the hydrogen airship with explosives."

Now Song Beiyun seldom goes to the workshop, because with the development of these years, many things other than the School of Chemistry are no longer under his control. He has not even thought about many principles, but only heard about it. Probably, after telling this group of people, they have already developed a series of those formula principles.

It’s also interesting to say, it seems that the world’s most powerful people appear in groups. In a glorious era, there must be a large number of powerful people who can shine brightly in history books. In troubled times, military strategists and writers are born, and in prosperous times, scientists, thinker.

As if everything has a final conclusion, Song Beiyun can even imagine that when people discuss it thousands of years later, some eye-catching people may say that this is an unsolved mystery, or even that there is something wrong with it. Stars help.

"I'm old after all, and can't keep up with this era." Ding Xiang sighed in despair, "Time waits for no one, and if you don't retire, you will become a stubborn old antique."

"What is Ding Xiang talking about? I have read your works before, and the conception and speculation are all first-class."

Ding Xiang laughed dryly a few times, and muttered to himself: "Is this old man still not clear about whether the old man can keep up? That's all right, you can take good care of your wounds, and I'm leaving now."

"Ding Xiang, go slowly."

Watching the little old man walk out of the study room slowly, Song Beiyun lay back on the soft bed, the sparrows outside fell on the window lattice because of the warm wind in the room, and the squirrels also wandered to the table to eat dried fruits, Song Beiyun lay there, everything was watching It all looks harmonious.

Zhao Xing is going to visit the needy people around him today, personally send them clothes and food to keep out the cold, and then talk to them about the reasons for their predicament, and see if there is any good way to help them.

It can be regarded as routine, and more or less there is an element of show, but a show is just a show, and who can say that the more the better, the more the better.

The sunlight flashed out from behind the clouds, forming a scattered light path in the clouds. Song Beiyun knew that this was called the Tyndall effect, but that was the name in the previous world. The "Buddha light" formed by this kind of light passing through the colloid is now called It is the Guo Wanli effect.

One of the beams of light shrouded the old crooked-neck tree in the courtyard. It was Zhao Xing's last decency left for himself, and it looked extremely holy under the light.

Lying there, Song Beiyun suddenly felt an inexplicable anxiety, anxiety about age.

Because after this year, he will be thirty.Looking back at the past, as if I hadn't done anything, I always felt that I was doing nothing.My dream is clearly mediocrity, but when I really reflect on myself, I find that I seem to have left nothing for the world.

But just as Song Beiyun was lying there half asleep, Zhao Xing came back. He took off his deerskin gloves and threw it on the table: "Damn it, these dogs deserve to be poor forever!"

Song Beiyun raised his head in a daze: "What's wrong with you?"

"Damn... I really want to send all those bastards to Mount Baitou to cut trees."

"What do you mean?" Song Beiyun asked with a confused face, "Who made you so angry?"

Zhao Xing sat on the dragon chair, picked up a water cup and filled his stomach with cold water, and then cursed: "Last year I went to a village and saw that they were poor, so I said to arrange for them. So I asked people to give these bastards every household The household allocated ten sheep, twenty catties of seeds and fertilizers, and there was not much agricultural tax in the first place, and I even included them in the royal farm, which was regarded as exempt from agricultural tax. If we go again this year, guess what?"

"Oh..." Song Beiyun picked his ears: "The seeds are boiled, and the meat is stewed."

"How do you know?" Zhao Xing looked at Song Beiyun in astonishment, and then continued to say irritably, "It's just these bastards, who is poor if they are poor? Damn it! Damn it!"

To be able to make Zhao Xing angry like this, one can imagine how stupid those guys are.

The more Zhao Xing thought about it, the more angry he was, and he walked around the room with his hips crossed, and looked at Song Beiyun after a while: "Tell me, is there any way to get rid of these bastards?"

"Dig a hole and bury it."

"You're fucking mad at me too!"

Song Beiyun laughed like a goose on the spot, but the laughter touched the wound on his waist, and blood leaked out like this. He quickly covered his waist and called the imperial doctor to treat it quickly.

By the time Song Beiyun's wailing was over, he was already drenched in sweat.Struggling to lean against the wall, he drank a big mouthful of anti-inflammatory soup, but his face was still pale.

At this time, Zhao Xing also went back and forth, followed by a few court ladies, holding elbow stewed soybeans, winter melon pork rib soup, crucian carp with milk, red bean barley porridge, dry roasted pig's trotters, etc. A lot of things were placed in front of Song Beiyun .

"I'm recuperating, not breastfeeding! Why are you feeding me this stuff?"