Song Beiyun

"My lord, it is true. But that Zhou Jing didn't appreciate it, and said that my lord is a good hand at crossing rivers and demolishing bridges, and asked Mr. Song to continue to investigate the cause of death of the former county magistrate."

Yang Xiancheng put down his pen, rubbed his temples, and then slowly looked at Fang Liang and sighed: "Zhou Jing, Zhou Jing, since you are like this, then don't blame me for being careless."

Soon, Yang Xiancheng repaired a letter and sent it to the person who reported the letter. The letter was addressed to the third-rank porcelain governor in Fuliang. , although he is not as good as the person behind Zhou Jing, but the county magistrate is not as good as the current one, and he is close to him and his powers interact, so asking him for help is no different from the best way.

Within the same day, two letters were sent out, one from the south and the other from the north, and the forces of all parties began to move around.But people and ghosts are showing off, only Beiyun is sleeping.

As if he didn't care about it, he waited for all parties to mobilize people to prepare for big things. As for the complaints of the people in the county, he didn't care at all. Among all the forces, he was the most comfortable and relaxed.

Biluo, who was sent to serve Qiaoyun because of Qiaoyun's departure, stood behind Song Beiyun and massaged him gently. Sit in the courtyard and enjoy the tranquility of the night.

"Biluo."

"Sir, please speak."

"You must keep this ten thousand pens well. When you return to your hometown in the future, don't let your heartless parents see you." Song Beiyun smiled and said: "But I think you are so smart, you must know that you will What to do."

"Yes, thank you sir."

Since Biluo was sold to Zhou Jing by her parents at the age of 12, she has never had a good day. Now that Zhou Jing is about to end, she also got a huge reward for betraying Zhou Jing. After I get home, I can open a shop and be the boss, and then find an honest scholar to marry, and make a clean break with the past.

As for Song Beiyun, of course he doesn't look down on Biluo, after all, he doesn't look at what kind of girls are around him, even sister Qiaoyun is a carefully selected dowry maid of the prince's family. of?Not to mention people like Chicken King and Zuo Rou. If Chicken King wasn't a time traveler, she would definitely be the kind of confidante who would harm the country and the people, and Zuo Rou is also a beautiful existence that crowns the world.The difference between Chicken King and Zuo Rou may be that Chicken King is a little more charming, while Zuo Rou's words... Good brother, show loyalty!

"My lord, there are some things I don't understand. Why is Yang Xiancheng and that dog so anxious, but my lord is so leisurely?"

"Do you know what ten thousand guan is for you?"

"The servant girl doesn't know."

"I bought your life." Song Beiyun laughed: "I promise you won't betray me, because other people won't give you so much money. I don't need your loyalty. I just want you to know the value of your life." How much."

Although some of the answers were irrelevant, Biluo was not an idiot. She pondered for a moment, and then quietly answered, which was an affirmation of Song Beiyun.

"As for you asking me why I'm not nervous, why am I anxious? What's wrong with me?"

Biluo has also followed that Zhou Jing for several years, and she thinks she has seen a lot of these things, but now it seems that among all the people she has seen in her life, this young man in front of her is the most insidious.

However, I know that he is insidious because he bought his own life after giving him [-] guan, so he can know it.If he didn't say it, no one would know what kind of ghost is under the mask of that useless county magistrate.

Indeed, as he said, what did it do?He didn't do anything, but this person who did nothing is about to let the two forces in Qimen County go to the guillotine.

At that time, when Bi Luo was exposed by this idiot-like person, she actually noticed it a little bit, and later she was quite glad that she did not continue to follow Zhou Jing's order, otherwise she would be thrown into the well that day But no one will save her.

Thinking about it... I was afraid after a while.

"My lord, it's getting late, are you going to rest?"

"You know I'm not a good person, right?" Song Beiyun asked with a smile, "Then what you mean by asking me is that you want me to do something to you?"

Biluo was dumbfounded, and then she lost her shyness in a flash, and just laughed lightly: "If your lord is willing, Biluo is not a clean woman, so why not."

"Forget it." Song Beiyun squeezed her waist: "If you have it, you run away again, and my cub will be taken away by you. It's not worthwhile."

Biluo laughed loudly at the words, but Song Beiyun didn't say anything, but just stretched his waist: "Clean up your things, and you can go to rest."

"My lord, let Biluo wait for you to take a bath. I have learned some massage techniques from Siamese dancers."

"Hey, that's fine." Song Beiyun got up: "I'm really tired these days, it's good to relax with a massage."

While Song Beiyun was enjoying the special service, Zhou Jing and Yang Xiancheng didn't feel sleepy. They tossed and turned in their room. Neither of them thought that things would turn out like this, but they chose to throw the pot away by coincidence. To each other, madly cursing each other's ancestors for eighteen generations.

But what can we do now, let's just... start a war.

As for that brat Song Beiyun, none of them took it seriously. After all, what he showed was really the most common bum in the market. Although he became a county magistrate by chance and a good skin, he Doesn't really do anything special.

And maybe it's because it's useless, but both sides are very relieved of him, and the young man is loyal, so they once again unanimously placed part of the bet on him.

Among other things, at least not investigating the cause of Huang County magistrate's death, Zhou Jing was very satisfied and Yang Xiancheng was also very satisfied. It's up to him to do it.

"Officer, why don't you rest?" Zhou Jing's wife brought tremella soup and put it on his desk: "Are you still bothered by that Yang?"

"Well, there will be a batch of goods going through the border in a few days. If they are seized by that guy, I can't explain it. It's annoying." Zhou Jing sighed: "What a bastard! I can't wait to kill it soon."

"Then kill it."

"It can't be done." Zhou Jing shook his head and said, "Although this man surnamed Yang has no roots, he has somehow hooked up with Fuliang's porcelain governor these years. He is also a third rank, so he can't move easily."

Chapter 128: On July 7th, Who Sweeps the Golden Stage?

"boom"

There was a loud noise, and the red sandalwood table was kicked over. Zhao Xing held the letter with an angry expression on his face. The old eunuch next to him didn't dare to say much, but silently helped the table up, and then picked up the scattered things on the ground one by one. desk.

"Shu Shu Shuo Shu, I can't eat my millet..."

Zhao Xing kept murmuring in his mouth, his eyes were full of murderous intent.

"Your Majesty, calm down."

"Shut up." Zhao Xing scolded, "You are such a waste, what use are you for?"

Wang Banban shrank his neck, not knowing what he had done to anger Zhao Xing, so he quickly knelt down in front of him: "Old slave..."

"look by youself."

Zhao Xing threw the letter in front of the old eunuch. The old eunuch picked up the letter and read it carefully. The more he looked back, the more uncontrollably he began to tremble.

I am in charge of the Siming Division, which is a professional spy group, mainly supervising the trading of salt, tea, iron and carbon, but I have no idea that the people below actually do this, and let alone the year of famine, tens of thousands People were displaced and hungry, but the local granaries were full. Although the official treasury was already empty, there was a backlog of hundreds of thousands or hundreds of thousands of shi of grain in the folk treasury.

What's this?To put it bluntly, this is called dereliction of duty and failure to investigate, but at a bigger scale, it is dereliction of duty and perversion of the law. It is enough to die [-] times as the commander of the command department.

"I am sitting in the deep palace, you are my eyes and ears, it is good now!" Zhao Xing's voice suddenly became louder: "I am deaf! Blind! I can neither hear nor see!"

"Your Majesty!" The old eunuch prostrated himself on the ground and trembled, "This old servant has neglected his duties, but according to his actions..."

Zhao Xing stood there with his eyes closed, as if he was on the verge of falling, but the old eunuch did not dare to step forward, and could only silently prostrate on the ground.

"What's the use of disposing of you, what's the use of me asking you?" Zhao Xing sighed with his hands behind his back, "You're getting old, it's time to find someone to replace you."

This kind of thing can only be done by the servants, foreign ministers really can't do it, after all, this thing involves too much, and only the servants who are separated by the palace wall can concentrate on this matter.

Wang Banban is indeed an old eunuch with profound skills, but in the end it is because of his age, and because Zhao Ninggong has not had many people to rely on these days, the old eunuch is also very busy, and it is understandable that some things are not scruples.

"Officials, I will send someone to investigate carefully, but this letter only talks about Qimen County and no other places."

"You can see the leopard in the pipe." Zhao Xing paced back and forth with his hands behind his back: "I really underestimated the heroes of the world, and dared to steal from my head. Go, send a secret order to Song Beiyun, I want evidence, how much do I want? How much. Hmm... No, no, don't worry, you can investigate secretly, I will find out how much grain is hidden in Qimen County within five days."

"The old slave will go now."

"Go ahead." Zhao Xing nodded and said, "This Song Beiyun is quite capable. He got all these things in less than two months. It seems that he is really a talent."

"That's also the official's insight."

"Don't fart for me, if I don't pick up this bead, why not let Jin Liao pick it up?" Zhao Xing frowned: "But Song Beiyun doesn't love Qian Quan, how can I make him return to his heart?"

"He... is lustful."

"His good looks are not ordinary..." Zhao Xing let out a sigh of relief, and said somewhat helplessly: "Don't talk about this matter, be careful that Princess Ruibao will kill you."

"Old slave understands."

How could Zhao Xing still not know Ruibao's thoughts? That girl had mentioned Song Beiyun several times in front of her. As an older brother, how could she not know what was going on in the heart of this younger sister who grew up together? Who is the son?The first princess of the Great Song Dynasty with eyes on her forehead, even if the Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Jin came to ask for a kiss, she flatly refused.

Zhao Xing had promised her that she would never marry her, and gave her great freedom and freedom, and she could even choose a marriage partner freely, but now she is seventeen, but still no one can catch her eyes. This Song Beiyun appeared.

To be honest, if Zhao Xing wasn't the emperor, he would definitely have to meet this heroic and extraordinary man who could make both Sister Ling and Sister Rou miss him.

But now that he is the emperor, he can't do some capricious things. The outside world is full of troubles, and there are rats, flies, and dogs inside.

At the same time, Fu Wang, who had just passed the note to Zhao Xing, was sitting there drinking in silence, and even stole the wine that Song Beiyun gave Jin Ling'er. It was just because the wine was so strong that it burned like fire after drinking, making people covered in water. comfortable.

He was angry, really angry.If it wasn't for the sake of the overall situation, if he had acted with his temper when he was young, he must be riding a horse and leading the guards to kill all those bastards who stole food and iron under the horse, and then decapitated them. Hanging above the city gate, just like what Song Beiyun said, it hangs like his mother's wind chime, and it flutters when the night wind blows.

But now it is the overall situation that matters. The Great Song Dynasty is already in turmoil, and it can no longer stand drastic changes, so it can only be simmered slowly.

When Song Beiyun's letter arrived yesterday, Fu Wang, who had read the letter, went to the yard to dance a set of spears without saying a word, and then twisted his waist. From that moment on, he finally realized that he was powerless.

Although there are many twists and turns in his heart, he has to admit that he is old. Every time he thinks of this, King Fu sighs in his heart.

"Father, my daughter has come to pay her respects."

"Ah."

"Father, have you seen your daughter's jar of wine?" Jin Ling'er squinted at King Fu's table, where her own wine jar was clearly placed: "If you don't see it, my daughter will look for it again. "

"Oh... I didn't see it." King Fu shook his head silently: "Go and look for it again, did you forget it after drinking it?"

This kung fu of opening your eyes and telling nonsense is amazing.Jin Ling'er can't accept it, after all, Jiang is still hot, and the wine jar of his official kiln was brought from Zhao Xing with great difficulty, even coaxed and deceived.The unique azure-colored opening, even in the palace, is the best wine jar, and it is now placed on Fuwang's table.

"Jin Ling'er, come." Fu Wang pointed to the opposite position: "Father has something to discuss with you."

Jin Ling'er, who originally wanted to tickle her father, suddenly realized that her father's mood seemed to be out of order, she obediently walked forward and sat down, and asked tentatively, "Father, what's the matter?"

King Fu drank the wine in his glass in one gulp: "My father is old."

"Old? You are not old. A few days ago, Uncle King Thailand was showing off pulling two hundred catties of stalagmites."

King Fu almost spit out his nostrils with a sip of wine, choking him to cough again and again. Jin Ling'er's answer was never expected. The originally sad atmosphere suddenly became brighter. What's going on? ?

After pondering for a moment, King Fu forcibly changed the tone to be sad again. He pointed to his temples: "Gray hair has grown."

Jin Ling'er scratched her head: "I'll pull it out for you."

"Ai ai ai... more and more." Fu Wang waved his hands again and again: "You child..."

In fact, Jin Ling'er is also very confused. In her image, the father and king have always been happy and happy, no matter what time it is, he is always happy, why is he suddenly so heavy, so she doesn't know how to deal with it.

"Just listen to me honestly." King Fu sighed, "Don't interrupt."

"Oh……"

After finally making the atmosphere dark and heavy, and creating a feeling of confessing his funeral, King Fu took a deep breath and said, "Hurry up and get married, and let me hold a grandson."

"puff……"

Jin Ling'er, who was drinking, was about to spit out in one sip, she quickly wiped her mouth and face and said, "Fu Wang Qiantui, what are you talking about?"

"I'll let you get married earlier." King Fu sighed, "Your father and I have good skills, but if you don't want to learn them, I have to pass them on."

"Who wants to learn how to cheat, fight and kill, if you don't learn, don't learn." Jin Ling'er suddenly became full of Monkey King, she tilted her head and said, "Will you teach me 72 changes."

"Talking nonsense all day long!" Fu Wang fiddled with the glass string in his hand for a while, then raised his head: "Song Beiyun."

Jin Ling'er felt as if the pause button had been pressed, and it took her a while to recover. She waved her hands again and again and said, "Look at what you said, he and I are just good friends, friend Qingshui, as light as water."

"While your mother and concubine and I are going to visit the Empress Dowager and live in someone else's house, what kind of innocence is this?" King Fu tapped the table with his knuckles: "My father is old and I can't control you, but you Can you hide this small movement from your father?"

"Which bastard will chew his tongue for my old lady? Let him blow his head off."

"I'm afraid I learned the swear words from him." King Fu shook his head and said, "Father also came from that young man. You can't prevent and stop things about boys and girls. Now you and I are not royal The person who is talking is just a father and daughter, and you should be talking about marriage, although he is a little naughty and lecherous, but he is indeed a good material."

"Father..." Jin Ling'er couldn't help showing a smile: "What are you talking about... Really."

"After thinking about it, I think his kid is very similar to me when I was young, and I'm afraid his brain is better than mine. So I plan to pass this mantle on to him. What do you think?"

Jin Ling'er was full of confusion: "But... father, why do you look like mother and concubine?"

"I'm still thinking about you. If you really get pregnant out of wedlock, Zongzheng Temple will not spare you then." King Fu picked up his chopsticks and tapped Jin Ling'er on the head: "Be more honest with me."

"Oh..." Jin Ling'er stuck out her tongue, "Daughter understands."

"That's all...just be your father's drunken nonsense." Fu Wang shook his head and said, "There are many women around him, let's discuss it now."

Just like most fathers have ambivalence when facing their daughters, Fu Wang is now deeply caught in the contradiction.As a real power faction, he admired Song Beiyun.But as a father, he didn't want his daughter to be wronged.As for being a royal family, it was even more written in the rules that Jin Ling'er could only be the main wife, and the subsequent son-in-law could only take concubines but not remarry.

With the virtue of that little bastard...it's hard, it's really hard.

"Father, you are so strange today..."

Chapter 129: On July 7th, Yujiange was towering and Cui Wei

Biting up, really biting up.

With the node of Qimen County as the center, the surroundings are moving. They each have their own ghosts and start to move to protect their own interests.

A cobweb-like vein began to gradually become clear in front of Song Beiyun. He sat at the table and unfolded the network with a smile on his face.

"The bullets should fly enough."

In the past, cars and horses were slow, and it took a relatively long time for information to be transmitted. Song Beiyun was not in a hurry. He watched Yang Xiancheng return home on leave and Zhou Jingli, but he didn't say or do anything. Do some boring things, and then do some things that Zhou Jing and Yang Xiancheng ordered respectively.

And on the fourth day after they left Qimen County, Song Beiyun suddenly issued a notice, saying that considering the people's grievances in Qimen County, he decided to restart the investigation of the former magistrate Huang.

This matter also wrote a letter to Yang Xiancheng and Zhou Jing respectively. The letter to Zhou Jing focused on describing the issue of public grievances that cannot be suppressed, while the letter to Yang Xiancheng focused on the rumors that appeared in the rumors. His figure has now involved so much that it can no longer be seen or ignored.