Song Beiyun

"That's right, it must be me." Song Beiyun sighed helplessly: "Then what should I do when they come to me? Should I confront them head-on, or what? Either way, I don’t want to see me being pressed to death early, maybe I won’t lose my life, but in order to weigh the pros and cons, maybe I will be exiled to the smoky land in the south of Lingnan, go to the forest in Guangxi to feed the monkeys, you come with me Feed the monkey? That rat can be as big as a piggy."

Qiaoyun's face turned green, and she shook her head again and again, as if she was going to die.

"So it's very possible that we will all be here before the spring." Song Beiyun sighed helplessly: "But it's okay, there will be a new county magistrate in a few days, and then we will travel around the mountains and rivers go."

"it is good……"

The Great Song Dynasty was really kind to scholars, especially during the year when Zhao Xing came to power and the civil official group was in power, the status of civil officials rose again and again, and the treatment was really top-notch.

Among other things, it can be seen from Xiumu and monthly salary. For example, a sesame mung bean official at the level of Song Beiyun has a monthly salary of 20 guan, and there are various supplements. He can even get more than [-] to [-] guan .And this kind of work mode of three days and four days off is already very easy.

Song Beiyun did some calculations, one stone of grain was two hundred catties, and the usual two stones, at least fifty stones of grain a month would be enough for a salary, which was the income of many families for a year.

Therefore, if the Song Dynasty is not finished, it will be sorry for its civil servant welfare system.

"Then what if the young lady gets married...it will be Chunxi after the next year, but the young lady is already married at that time." Qiaoyun asked with a face full of horror: "If the young lady is married, I will be the accompanying maid...I... "

"Who dares to touch a finger of yours, then I will break the seal." Song Beiyun pursed his lips: "I'm afraid they don't know what the power of cyanide is."

Qiaoyun looked sideways at Song Beiyun: "???"

"That's... If the Wang family dares to ask you anything, I will pour a spoonful of white crystal particles into their well." Song Beiyun sighed: "But that thing is my last limit, I won't do it unless it is absolutely necessary. Use it, after all, using it is tantamount to an insult to myself."

Cyanide is the most lethal product that Song Beiyun extracted from Chinese medicinal materials, especially bitter almonds, bayberry kernels, peach kernels, etc., which have been stored for about [-] grams over the years.

Fifty grams, can fucking knock down half of Jinling City!One gram kills 500 people, and fifty grams can kill 5000 people.There are also super concentrated oleander and various nightshade plant extracts.

No one really thinks that medical ninjas only save people, do they?

Song Beiyun still needs to prepare for these days, because he plans to start saving his vacation after the arrival of the new county magistrate, and to hide his face on the exam day and the announcement day.Of course, this doesn't mean that he can't trust King Fu. It's better to be cautious about this kind of thing. It's just in case if you don't keep it all together. Only a little bit can live longer.

As for what King Fu said about winning three yuan in a row, Song Beiyun also included this matter in his plan. King Fu might be joking, but he must have made a joke with that dog emperor Zhao Xing before he said it.

Zhao Xing is a young man, no matter how much he is an emperor, he is still a young man. A young man whose nature is suppressed by the imperial power will do everything he can do within his reasonable scope of authority. Sometimes people get caught off guard.

So... it's better to be steady, those who are too slutty are dead!

Chapter 137: August 8

"There are still ten days left before entering the examination room, Brother Yusheng, don't worry."

Qiaoqiao came to Yusheng's residence with a basket on her shoulders, and told her while she was taking things out.After Song Beiyun went to other places to take office, Qiaoqiao moved out, and now she lives with Jin Ling'er in the newly built Princess Mansion. Ling'er is not that particular about ostentation, as long as she lives comfortably, and the current situation in Luzhou City is not good to build a mansion for the princess, although it is a bit against the rules, it can be regarded as an example.

"This is the clothes, pen, ink and inkstone that you brought during the exam." Qiaoqiao put all the things in front of the table: "I will prepare food for you before the exam. The weather is very hot, so I have to prepare some more for you." Something to escape the heat."

Yusheng put down his pen and looked up at Qiaoqiao: "Aqiao, you don't have to take care of me like this."

"There is no need to talk about the two families as a family. Beiyun asked me before leaving." Qiaoqiao sat next to her and poured herself a bowl of water: "Let me take care of you well, you just need to study carefully to read the book." But, don’t worry about anything else.”

Yusheng sighed, rubbing his temples lightly: "If I fail again this time, I will have no face to go to the exam. Then I will take my mother back and return to Xiaolianzhuang to be a teacher."

Qiaoqiao didn't understand this, she was just sitting by the side laughing, but suddenly there was a knock on the door outside, Qiaoqiao ran out and opened the door, and saw Beipo standing at the door with a lot of things in her hands , in addition to all kinds of pastries and food, there are many school supplies.

"Brother Beiyun is back?"

"He hasn't come back yet, Mr. An, please come in and sit down."

These days, Qiao Qiao mixed with Jin Ling'er and the others, and after a long time, she has become a little more confident, and she is no longer as cautious as in the past when dealing with people, but has become more generous.

But Beipo just cupped his hands and put the gift at the door: "Since my virtuous brother hasn't returned, I won't bother you. You keep these things. If he comes back from retreat, you have to tell him to go Have a few drinks at my house."

"Hey, that's cool."

Qiaoqiao responded briskly, and then saw Beipo turn around and leave, and she moved all the gifts at the door to Yusheng's room.

"Brother Yusheng, look, that man has delivered something again."

"Well, he came here a few times when you were not here, and every time he brought something up." Yusheng opened the book and began to read: "Although it is not very expensive, it is also quite sincere."

Qiaoqiao squatted on the ground to pack up the presents, then suddenly raised her head, and asked with a horrified expression, "Brother Yusheng, you think this person...doesn't he like Beiyun?"

Yusheng staggered, the brush almost stuck into his nostril, he quickly put down the brush in his hand, looked at Qiaoqiao dumbfounded: "You..."

"Look, even if it's to repay your kindness, once or twice is enough, but it's really strange to repeat it over and over again. You call Beiyun affectionately, Brother Yusheng, you don't even call Beiyun like that."

Yusheng looked at the worried but innocent pretty, and laughed helplessly: "How can it be the same, I watched Beiyun grow up, as a brother and a father, he is different from others He is an outsider, and Beiyun saved his life, so he deserves it. Don't talk nonsense."

Qiaoqiao stuck out her tongue: "I know..."

"Can Beiyun tell you when he can come back?"

Before the words finished, there was a knock on the door again, Qiaoqiao got up in surprise and went to open the door, but when she opened the door, it was a stranger, although he was dressed as a scholar, but he didn't look like a local, and behind him was a stranger. With a special book frame for scholars.

"Excuse me, does Kuang Yusheng live here?"

Qiaoqiao hurriedly turned her head and shouted, "Brother Yusheng, someone is looking for you."

Not long after, Yusheng came out. He looked the person in front of him up and down, pondered for a moment: "Who are you?"

"You are Kuang Yusheng? But that's great. My name is Huang Anwei, and I'm from Qimen County. I was entrusted by Song County Magistrate to deliver a letter to Kuang Yusheng." Huang Anwei took out the letter from his arms and handed it to him with both hands. Liao Yusheng: "Since this classmate has already received the letter, I won't bother you much."

"Wait a minute." Yusheng took the letter and shouted: "This classmate has worked hard all the way, why don't you come in and have a cup of tea and something to eat."

"This..." Huang Anwei licked his chapped lips: "How dare you..."

"Don't be polite."

When they were talking, Qiaoqiao was clever and said quickly: "It just so happens that it's almost dinner time, I'll go to a nearby restaurant to get some dishes."

"Then... how embarrassing..."

Huang Anwei said he was sorry, but walked into the door step by step, Qiaoqiao looked at him and smiled, and then bounced around to order food.

"This place is quite quiet." Huang Anwei sighed, "A good place, indeed a good place."

Yusheng laughed and walked straight to the tea room that Song Beiyun had tossed out before, and this is a tea room, but it is not just a small fence erected under the shade of the trees in the yard, next to the well, which is the coolest place in midsummer .

To put it bluntly, that kid still enjoys it, he can always find the most comfortable place to lie down, and then try his best to make himself lie down more comfortably.

After lighting the incense to repel mosquitoes, he fished out a watermelon from the well. Yusheng cut the watermelon and gave it to Huang Anwei, then said with a smile, "Is he okay over there?"

"Who? Oh...Master Song. Okay, okay. It's been less than two months since I took office. Fighting evil gentry, killing corrupt officials, cleaning up residual poison, and pulling out evil sores. After doing one thing, it's a joy. Now the county Everyone praised him as a master of Qingtian."

Yusheng is a person who doesn't have many emotional expressions, and can even be said to be quite indifferent, but when he heard this, he straightened up, with a light in his eyes.

"Can I tell you something?"

Although I don't know the relationship between the person in front of me and Mr. Song, judging from the fact that Mr. Song wrote the letter and handed it over by hand, it should be someone like his elder brother.He must not be offended, and he even ate other people's melons.

So Huang Anwei narrated what Song Beiyun had done in the past two months, Qiaoqiao came back halfway through the talk, she heard that the man was talking about Song Beiyun, she immediately ran to the side quietly and listened, sat down While enjoying the wind in the shade while eating watermelon, I was fascinated by it without knowing it.

After all, Huang Anwei was born in the street as a storyteller. The incident about Song Beiyun was described by him in a bizarre and wonderful way, which can make people's minds fluctuate up and down with his narration. I even forgot to eat the melon.

"At this moment, there was the clattering of weapons from the chasing soldiers. When the bandits saw that the escape route had been cut off, Zhou Jing, the leader of the bandit, was heartbroken. He led the people to kill a bloody road and went straight to the county government office. But after entering the county But the Yamen found no one in front of the hall, the bandit leader changed his mind, this Mr. Song must be hiding in the back hall, so he brought the remaining [-] or so thieves into the back hall." Huang Anwei's voice was mellow and frustrating. Contagion: "This kick opened the door of the back hall, and guess what?"

"What's the matter?" Qiaoqiao asked anxiously: "You should tell me quickly."

Huang Anwei patted the small wooden table with his hand: "I saw Mr. Song lying on the couch comfortably, shaking the feather fan in his hand, looking at the thieves with a half-smile on his face, and said, 'Is it counted?'"

When it came to this, Qiaoqiao didn't dare to breathe, and her whole body was tensely waiting for the follow-up content.At this time, Huang Anwei took a sip of water unhurriedly before continuing: "The bandit leader Zhou Jing saw Mr. Song at that time. At that time, the enemy was extremely jealous, so he picked up the knife and led people to kill him. It can be said that it was too late. At that moment, there was a flash of the sword, and a golden armored warrior made a horizontal strike, blocking the lightning-like blow. Then dozens of shield-wielding warriors came out from around to protect Mr. Song. "

Qiaoqiao patted her chest when she heard this, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Then Master Song is really a young hero, with swords and swords on his body, but he didn't even frown. After the shield warrior came, he stood up, pointed at the bandit leader Zhou Jing, and loudly reprimanded, 'Catch me without a fight? '"

"What about after? What about after?" The pretty pupils have dilated: "You should be faster."

Seeing people cheering, Huang Anwei worked even harder. Not only did he start to simulate the sound effects of the scene, but he even described the screams. Before there were no movies, he was definitely an experienced player in Dolby Surround 3D experience.

Afterwards, he divided Song Beiyun's subsequent behavior into three parts: the public trial, the outrageous murder of the bandit, and the cloud opening to see the moon. Each part made him say that it was exciting.Unknowingly, no one touched the chopsticks when the servants outside brought the food.

"The bandit leader Zhou Jing tried all his tricks, but he couldn't escape the thunderbolt method. The party who caused the disaster will eventually die."

In this whole story, Qiaoqiao likes the boldness and urgency in the latter part, while Yusheng has been pondering the exquisite layout of the chain of chains and loops in the first half.

Playing both sides step by step, this kind of strategizing is fascinating.

"What do those five points mean?" Yu Sheng frowned suddenly and asked, "You haven't said anything yet."

Huang Anwei laughed: "Master Song means that there will be a wave of wind every five days. The wind will be louder and louder. In his words, it is to keep the enthusiasm of the people undiminished, and to give public opinion to the bandit leader Zhou Jing and Yang Wenshi. Suppression, let them not meet in order to avoid suspicion, divide and conquer."

"Can you understand what he said?" Yusheng asked in surprise, "You are quite capable."

"No." Huang Anwei smiled wryly, "I just asked."

"That's to say." After covering her mouth and laughing, Qiaoqiao asked, "Is his five dots white?"

Huang Anwei was a little embarrassed, but still nodded embarrassingly...

Chapter 138: On August 8, the sunny moon is the hometown bright

"Is there such a thing? That's interesting."

Jin Ling'er sat on the swing and listened to the pretty description of what she had learned from Huang Anwei in the afternoon, and when she heard what Song Beiyun was doing there, she also became interested.

But Qiaoqiao is not that Huang Anwei after all, her skill is far behind by thousands of miles, and she is a bit confused when talking about this incident, which made Jin Ling'er and Zuo Rou who joined in the fun didn't understand the reason for a long time.

"Bring him tomorrow and let that person talk about it." Jin Ling'er swung on the swing: "You have been talking about it for a long time, but you can't even remember the name."

Qiao Qiao was also very helpless, she crouched on the stone table and said to Jin Ling'er while measuring a piece of scrap leftover from making clothes: "I only heard it once, it's not as good as being there."

"Well, you'd better call him tomorrow."

In fact, Huang Anwei is currently living with Yusheng. This person is more or less skinny, and Yusheng is a modest gentleman, so let him take advantage of this advantage. After all, at this point in time, the scholars of the state examination are all concentrated in Lu In the state capital, the prices of inns have skyrocketed. Huang Anwei is a standard poor scholar, so he must find ways to save money, and the place in Yusheng is cool and comfortable, so it is much better than the inn.

Anyway, he just babbled all kinds of things, and Yusheng was so thick-skinned that he was embarrassed, but after thinking about it, it was not easy for him to come from a long way, and it was not easy for him to eat and sleep in the open, so naturally he was taken in. Anyway, he is now living in a huge house. Yusheng lived alone, but it was very lonely.Now there is a scholar of similar age living with him, and there is also someone who can talk.

This Huang Anwei is also a knowledgeable person, he didn't put the bedding roll in the bedroom, but put it in an unoccupied room next to the lobby. Although there is not even a bed, this environment is better than sleeping on the street too much. too much.

Moreover, he has lived alone all these years, and his cooking skills are not bad. Although he has eaten a meal, at least he doesn't have to send Qiaoqiao back and forth to deliver meals to Yusheng.

It is also a very cost-effective thing to calculate.

And Yusheng was just about to go upstairs to study after dinner, when he saw Huang Anwei squatting by the well with a book in his hand, reading it by the moonlight.

"Brother Huang, you go into the house to study, there is also a light."

Huang Anwei immediately got up and said, "Brother Kuang, you don't have to think about me, I've already taken advantage of it, how can I consume that lamp oil anymore, it's absolutely inappropriate."

"It's okay, reading alone is a bit boring, so come with me."

A person like Yusheng is actually just like what Song Beiyun described, he is a gentleman but not a sour gentleman. Although he is not good at words and treats others, Yusheng is as his name suggests, as gentle as beautiful jade. Some sons of aristocratic families have no temperament.

And many people say that Yusheng is a nerd, but Song Beiyun said that his ideas are actually deviated from this era. If he gives him a chance to display himself, Yusheng will definitely impress people.

Of course, the premise of all this is based on the premise that he is a very kind scholar.So when he saw Huang Anwei reading by moonlight, he would definitely not turn a blind eye.

Entering Yusheng's study room, Huang Anwei was dumbfounded. There are books everywhere in this quite spacious place. There are books beside the bed, books on the table, books on the cabinet, and books in the box. Books are everywhere in sight.Others may look at it as a mess, but in the eyes of scholars, it is a treasure house.

"It's a bit messy, just sit down."

Huang Anwei carefully picked an open space to sit down, and seeing Yusheng took out another oil lamp, he waved his hand quickly: "No, no, this light is enough."

"It doesn't matter." Yusheng put the oil lamp beside him: "Beiyun hasn't caused trouble in Qimen County these days, right? You only said good things, but you didn't say bad things."

"Actually, it's nothing... It's just that after the local tyrants, evil gentry, and corrupt officials were dealt with, Mr. Song..." Huang Anwei laughed mischievously: "I'm a little lazy, just wandering around all day, instead of sitting in the courtyard enjoying the cool air Just fishing by the river, just..."

Yusheng shook his head, he knew it would be like this.Can he still not understand that boy Beiyun, Jing Tianwei's talent, but his lazy temperament can't be changed, just like letting him study in the past, tell him to read for a day, if he doesn't tell him the next day, then This kid will not know where to go.

"Then he still has alchemy?"

Hearing Yusheng's question, Huang Anwei seemed to be holding back his laughter, but he really didn't dare to laugh out loud: "Yes... I practice every day, which makes the whole street smell weird."

"Ugh……"

Yu Changchang sighed, how could he not be familiar with this smell? Wherever Song Beiyun went, the smell followed, pungent and spicy, but when asked what he was doing, he always said alchemy.

"They've all become officials, but they still look the same." Yu Sheng said with a sad face, "But what to do."

"Brother Kuang, you don't have to worry. Mr. Song's talent is not comparable to that of ordinary people. He is thoughtful and knowledgeable about the past and the present. This has been a bit of a quirk for great talents since ancient times. Didn't the Emperor of Zhou also find Jiang Ziya who was fishing with a straight hook? ?"

"I'm afraid that he will fall into the trap, and people will say that he is talented, but he is a little arrogant. This is a big taboo."

Chatting is not about people, I am not Song Beiyun's relatives, there are some things I can't say, so Huang Anwei just laughed a few times, and stopped talking, and the two of them prepared for the battle with a lamp until late at night.

Huang Anwei slept peacefully that night, but he didn't expect to hear the news that the princess was calling when he woke up.

This matter frightened him dumbfounded. What kind of identity is he?To put it bluntly, isn't Po Datian just a fallen scholar who would bow down to the county magistrate, and the highest official he has come into contact with in his life is Song Beiyun, so suddenly a princess pops out?Moreover, she is also the most famous Princess Ruibao in the Song Dynasty, the princess of the Song Dynasty who saved all the people from the fire and water, that is an existence that is out of reach.

Such a person told me to meet him in the past, this...

But His Royal Highness had already been summoned, so he had no choice but to go, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go with the two guards who came to summon him.

On the contrary, Yusheng watched Huang Anwei leave with a bowl of porridge. He didn't know what this person was called to do. It must be that Qiaoqiao went back to give him a wave of publicity last night. The princess and the woman surnamed Zuo Because of their disposition, they did not come to arrest people in person, they were already concerned about their face.