Song Beiyun

"I'm not drunk!" Mr. An was so drunk that he held Song Beiyun's hand and did not let go: "Where did I go wrong? Why did she ignore me? She came to ask for a meeting. It was inconvenient and she returned it as a friend. Can't Hongyan pass the book?"

Song Beiyun almost laughed out loud, wouldn't the swan geese pass on the letter to be in touch with the drifting bottle?

"Brother Beiyun, do you think the princess has someone else?"

Hearing this, Yusheng coughed again and again, his face was tense, and he looked like he was about to laugh, but Song Beiyun didn't have such good concentration as Yusheng, so he turned his head and laughed...

"Laugh... laugh, I'm ridiculous, ridiculous." Beipo sobbed a few times, picked up his glass and drank it down: "If you let me know who that person is, I will have a long fight!"

Song Beiyun glanced down and was silent for a moment: "Farewell, the comparison of length...is something like that."

"No! I have to see where I am wrong!"

Song Beiyun sighed and said, "It has nothing to do with length."

Beipo obviously didn't listen to what Song Beiyun said, thinking about his grievances, he cried again...

But at this moment, in the Jinling Imperial Palace, a group of ministers were kneeling in front of Zhao Xing, and Zhao Xing's face was livid.These people obviously didn't come to pay their respects. Usually, these people would like to rush up and strangle Zhao Xing to death. When arguing about something, they just look like they are about to rebel.

"Officials, dignified princes, to do such a thing is against the law of the ancestors! Even Tang Taizong would not treat Yushitai like this, let alone he is just a prince, official! He clearly did not let you go In your eyes, the official!"

The civil servants and leaders below were also tearful and distraught. They led four of the six departments together with the Sangong Taishi, Taifu, and Taibao to join the battle, and Zhao Xing's study room was full of kneels. .

"I implore the officials to issue an order to reprimand King Fu!"

Everyone's voices were surprisingly uniform, but Zhao Xing stood there with his hands behind his back, and said coldly: "My dear friends, how do you want me to reprimand King Fu?"

The people in the audience looked at each other back and forth, and then began to express their opinions.

It is impossible to exile, let alone kill, not to mention that King Fu just smashed a censor platform, even if he rebelled, he would not be able to kill him. At most, he would be put under house arrest in Zongzheng Temple, so they didn't dare to detain King Fu indiscriminately. Hats, but after all the chatter, a summary came out - King Fu dropped his military power, was no longer allowed to enter Beijing for non-special matters, and the Luzhou regime was handed over to the local governor.

In other words, it is to strip Fu Wang of all his powers and let him be an idle prince in peace.

"The people from Jinliao are calling, are you going up or the imperial conquest?" Zhao Xing was trembling with anger: "It's easy for you to say."

"Officials!" Chen Cheng, who is in the position of Taifu, straightened up and said, "Jin Liao has signed a good relationship with the Song Dynasty, and we must not invade our border. Now the chaos is not in the border but in the government and the opposition. The prince interferes with politics. This is a taboo in all dynasties, if one day the prince holds great power..."

Zhao Xing interrupted him with a cold snort, narrowed his eyes and said, "Then Taifu, what do you think?"

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"Officials, the veterans feel that now is the time when the Song Dynasty is recuperating, and there must be no suspicion of disorderly governance. Although there used to be gaps between the Liao Kingdom and our country, but now there is an alliance. Lao Chen believes that now the most important The most important thing is the most important thing of this society." Taifu cupped his hands and said: "If our Song Dynasty can get closer to the Liao Kingdom, then neither the Jin Kingdom nor the barbarians on the grassland will be feared."

Zhao Xing sat on the chair, lowered his head and laughed straight away. He really underestimated the innocence of these scholars. It's quite interesting that he can still say such things now.But he didn't interrupt, but sat there and continued to let them talk. After all, he didn't know that interrupting was useless these days. They would definitely continue talking, and it became more and more vigorous.

Perhaps today is a group of important ministers talking nonsense here, if Zhao Xing interrupts, it will be impossible to say tomorrow that thousands of disciples and grandchildren will kneel in front of the palace gate and write blood books.

How can such a thing be done?There are only so many people who can be used in the Song Dynasty. Could it be that they were all killed with one blow?Obviously unrealistic, so what should Zhao Neng do?He can't do anything, the only thing he can do is to withstand part of the pressure, if it is impossible to let King Fu launch a Qing Dynasty side.

"If my Song Dynasty can form a good relationship with the Liao Kingdom, Qin and Jin, and can protect me..."

Before he could finish his words, an inkstone suddenly flew to Tai Tuo's side and fell to pieces. When everyone looked up, they found that Zhao Xing was sitting on it, Long Yan was furious.

But the Tai Tuo looked as if death was at home: "Officials, every word and sentence of the old ministers are all considered by the Song Dynasty... Officials. Now His Royal Highness King Fu is stationed in Luzhou Mansion. Who is he guarding against? Not the golden man , Mongolia, it was the Liao country that was defending, which caused the allies to be inexplicably surprised, and asked the old minister why it was so."

Zhao Xing was trembling with anger, he gritted his teeth and stared at the bastards below the stage, he couldn't even breathe steadily.

But when he was riding a tiger, the eunuch outside sang, saying that the queen mother had arrived.Soon a woman in her thirties walked in from the outside. Although she was in her thirties, she was still full of charm. It was her red phoenix eyes that made her look not gentle and virtuous at first glance.

The civil official group looked down on the Queen Mother, but they only dared to force Zhao Xing but did not dare to provoke this woman in the slightest, so these veteran officials simply greeted her without showing much enthusiasm.

After she came here, she sat down with a smile on her face and remained silent.

Seeing that she was silent, those courtiers also put on a posture that the well water does not violate the river water, and continued to bombard Zhao Xing in turn.

The focus is on two directions, cutting the power of the King of Fortune and marrying the Liao Kingdom. Even the candidate has been selected. He is Yelufo Baonu, the eldest son of the Liao Emperor Yelu Longxu. People like this gang.

As for cutting the power of the King of Fortune, they also put forward their own opinions. The first is to restart the Jiedushi system. The king will not lead the army, integrate the three hundred army towns of the Song Dynasty into fourteen prefectures, and order the fourteen Jiedushi to guard the Quartet.

Seeing their posture, they would never leave if they disagreed, which made Zhao Xing sit there aggrieved, in a dilemma.

At this moment, the queen mother said: "Fu Wang led the army as the ancestral etiquette established by the first emperor, how can we just withdraw it, but this matter of marriage can be mentioned, but this matter still needs the consent of the queen mother, otherwise Who will take care of her old man's anger?"

As soon as these words came out, the old ministers who were sincerely talking were speechless. The Empress Dowager is now an octogenarian, and no one knows how long she will live in the future. If it is true that the old lady was sent away because of this incident Well, this group of civil servants can be regarded as a major event, even if 30 scholars write blood books at the gate of the city, they may not be able to keep them.

If you think about it, you still have to ask for the empress dowager's opinion, but who will handle this matter?Of course it was Zhao Xing, and even if Zhao Xing quit, how many years would the old lady have?Anyway, the Queen Mother's words definitely put this matter on the agenda.

And although it sounds like she is protecting King Fu, saying that the ancestral etiquette cannot be said, but the point is the four words "withdraw if you say so", she is telling these civil servants in a different way, "You are too anxious Now, this has to be done slowly."

Which of the old ministers here is not a refined fox, and who is worse than the other?They reacted immediately, and immediately realized that the empress dowager, the leader of the foreign relatives group, was wearing the same trousers as them.

With such an ally, these old ministers resigned one after another, giving Zhao Xing a step down, but Zhao Xing was not happy, his eyes were staring straight as he sat there.

"Emperor." The queen mother called softly: "You should look like an emperor, King Fu has passed a few days, although he has protected the majesty of the royal family, he has not put you, the emperor, in his eyes. "

"Mother's queen..." Zhao Xing sat there weakly: "You must not cut off the emperor's military power, and you must not let Jin Ling'er get married... Big things will happen, big things will happen."

He repeated it like a raving, and although he didn't know what would happen, he just had a very bad premonition that if he really did these things, Da Song might really be coming to an end, although this feeling He came for no reason, but it was like walking on the edge of a cliff and there was a voice in his heart saying "jump off and die". Although he had never died, he had no doubts.

"Emperor, it's time for you to look like an emperor!" The Empress Dowager said sharply, "How long are you going to make me work?"

"Mother, I know my mistake..." Zhao Xing got up and stood with his hands down: "Let me think about it."

"I'm going to talk to the Empress Dowager right now. Jin Ling'er is not young anymore. If it's true what those courtiers said, then the Prince of Liao Kingdom is also a good match."

"Mother... don't..."

But Zhao Xing failed to stop the Queen Mother, watching her go away, Zhao Xing, the emperor of the Song Dynasty, slumped on the chair, and couldn't recover for a long time.

"Guys, let's drink some tea."

The old eunuch put a cup of hot tea in front of Zhao Xing: "You haven't eaten or drunk all day."

"It's over...it's really over." Zhao Xing rubbed his face vigorously: "Da Song is over..."

Eunuch Wang sighed secretly. He really felt sorry for Zhao Xing. Everyone said that he was a foolish emperor, but only he knew how difficult it was for the 20-year-old emperor. He faced problems that others could not face all day long. , but no one cares.

"Companion, go outside the palace to buy an osmanthus tree." Zhao Xing sighed and said, "Be thicker, remember to use a branched crooked neck tree."

"The official family..."

"At least 30 years." Zhao Xing continued, "Otherwise, it might break when it is hung up."

"Officials think twice..."

"Go!" Zhao Xing roared suddenly, "It's fine if I can't call them, but now I can't even call you?"

"I'm going now, old slave... I remember Lord Fu had an osmanthus garden."

"Even finding a tree has to be counted on King Fu's head? I have somehow faced the emperor's uncle, so don't make trouble for him, just find a random tree in Jinling City."

The old eunuch left, Zhao Xing slumped on the chair, with a tired and helpless expression on his face.

At the same time, Song Beiyun was standing in front of a sand table, pointing to a city above with a thin bamboo and said: "Xiangyang, surrounded by water on three sides, is easy to defend and difficult to attack. This position must not be released, but if one day the army overwhelms the city At that time, they could only resist for three months, because the city of Xiangyang was small and the supplies were insufficient. After that, it was all the way down, Luzhou, Lin'an, and Jinling. Not me, Jinling City is really not an auspicious place, not suitable for being a capital."

"Don't talk nonsense, who will allow you to say such things." King Fu stepped forward and kicked him on the ass: "I'll ask you, if I am now 12 infantry, under the pressure of Xiangyang City Besides, how do you deal with it?"

How could Song Beiyun know how to fight? He was standing there scratching his head. When King Fu saw his appearance, he was so angry that he picked up a whip and lashed his buttocks three times: "I have to think about such things?"

"Qiantui... I called you my dear father, I don't look like I know how to fight." Song Beiyun repeatedly begged for mercy: "You just came back from Jinling at noon, and you arrested me at night, why bother Woolen cloth."

"Hey..." Fu Wang pointed to his nose and cursed: "You little bastard, you still want to call me daddy? Don't you see that you are a few catties and a few taels, and you can't even guard the city of Xiangyang, why are you De Heneng."

Surprised, he glanced at King Fu whose attitude suddenly changed. Song Beiyun lay on the sand table and watched for a long time, then suddenly raised his head to look at King Fu and said, "Qiantui, is your superior going to cut your military power?"

King Fu narrowed his eyes, and looked carefully at Song Beiyun: "Little brat, is this something you should take care of?"

"To demolish Yushitai, beat Yushi Zhongcheng, throw dung at the door of Sangong's house, and block Shangshusheng's door, these civil servants will not let you go." Song Beiyun laughed: "It's just a real relief, His Royal Highness Fu. force!"

Fu Wang's face was gloomy: "Don't play tricks on me, I don't need the military power, but the person in charge of the soldiers must, do you know what I mean?"

"Chitose... don't you let me go? What kind of thing am I? I can't move it." Song Beiyun waved his hands repeatedly: "You asked me to manage a county and investigate cases. I can barely eat it. You let me Guarding Xiangyang, you are making trouble... 60 soldiers and civilians just give me this kind of trouble?"

King Fu sat down slowly: "There are some things I have never told the officials, but now I want to tell you."

"You speak."

"How much do you like Jin Ling'er."

this problem?Song Beiyun was dumbfounded, but Jin Ling'er, who was squatting outside and eavesdropping with the princess, was even more confused than him. She looked at the princess in surprise, and whispered: "Father, the king is crazy... This kind of thing is shocking." How to answer?"

"If you have anything to do with Chitose, just tell me, don't ask...it's hard to answer. If I say that I like it, it seems too careless, but if I say that I don't like it, I'm sorry for myself." Song Beiyun sighed: "It's too It's difficult."

King Fu put his hands behind his back: "Can you protect her?"

"No... what did she do? You can't even protect her, how can I protect her?"

"My surname is Zhao, and Jin Ling'er is also surnamed Zhao." Fu Wang put one hand on Song Beiyun's head: "Your surname is Song."

"You... are you instigating me to rebel?"

Of course, as soon as these words were uttered, the whip was naturally drawn down, making Song Beiyun howl.And Jin Ling'er outside was even more nervous than him, she asked the princess in a low voice: "Mother Concubine, Mother Concubine, what does he mean by that? Does he like it or not?"

"I like it." The concubine smiled all over her face, "It's just to save face, I'm sorry to say it. Don't you see it? Your father and king are teaching him, where is your cleverness in the past?"

"Oh..." Jin Ling'er crouched at the base of the wall and covered her flushed face, "Shame..."

Chapter 151: On September 9, Qing Shepherd Boy Points to Katyusha

The 47 design drawings drawn on hard paper were all laid out on the table, and all of them were design drawings of various weapons, ranging from pistols to landmines, covering almost 37 types of weapons in eleven fields.

If these things are mass-produced, even if they are downgraded to World War I or even the Franco-Prussian War, they can completely crush any arms of this era, but obviously because of the casting process, the mass production of firearms is almost a dream, unless he can use All basic industries from steelmaking to mechanical forging to assembly line are all created, upgraded and improved, otherwise everything is a dream.

His eyes suddenly lit up when he dug out a rocket launcher he had designed.

If the rapid advancement of firearms is unrealistic in this era, then rocket launchers can be picked up on tiptoe.

Now it seems that rockets did not start to take shape until World War I, much later than firearms. In fact, it was mainly because the chemical and mechanical structure problems had not been resolved, that is to say, people had not opened the door at that time.

But Song Beiyun is different, he has his own technology tree!

So he took out a few drawings of rockets from all these design drawings, and began to improve the indicators in line with the times.

The first is the improvement of the warhead. He changed the original charge to the formula of white phosphorus bombs. This lesson is the ratio of white phosphorus bombs taught by the sophomore technical engineering teacher when he was bored in the class. It is simple, efficient, and the raw materials are easy to obtain, cheap and His mother's lethality is astonishing.This is much stronger than the original TNT warhead on the killing force and can cause magic damage. Even if the Iron Buddha, which is immune to bows and arrows, is born in advance, it cannot withstand a round of rocket salvos.

The second is the propulsion device. Although it is called a rocket engine, its principle is similar to that of the second kicker. In the future, rockets that can travel hundreds of kilometers may need an engine to drive them. But now Song Beiyun hopes that its effective range will be between 0.8 and 1 Between kilometers, it is enough to accurately and effectively cover and attack the enemy's clustered infantry and cavalry, so the technical content of the propulsion device is many times lower than that of the propulsion device.

The third part is the two parts of triggering and fuze. Because there is no such thing as a battery, there is only a relatively primitive method of energy storage firing, such as a hand-cranked discharger and a magnetic cutting discharger. Compared with the two, the manual firing time is long and the efficiency is low, but overall it is simpler and more practical.

Besides, it’s all covered as a Katyusha. If you care about the efficiency of the fart, you can use it. No matter whether it’s good or not, let’s start from scratch first...

As for the fuze, Song Beiyun thinks this is the simplest part. A complete fuze is divided into five parts: firing pin, flash cap, detonator, booster, and insurance mechanism. Each part is not delicate. It's not too difficult, the most difficult part is probably the striker part.

As for detonators and the like, Song Beiyun, as a senior player majoring in chemistry, has nothing to do to occasionally study bombs, missiles and grenades. My elective teacher is also an avid military enthusiast, so it is not surprising to know this.

The sky was getting brighter, but Song Beiyun was still crouching on the table, meticulously changing the design drawings, adding many rationalization improvements, and the waste paper next to it was full of chemical equations about different ammunition and the upper-level equation tree.

The door creaked open, but when I looked up, I saw Yusheng standing at the door: "I came down and saw that there was still light in your room, so I came to take a look."

Song Beiyun smiled: "There is trouble, don't mention it."

Yusheng opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't speak for a while, and finally just turned around and went into the kitchen, awkwardly lighting the fire and starting to cook porridge.

The porridge had just been cooked, and it was already broad daylight. Yu Sheng was just about to give the porridge to Song Beiyun, but he saw him walking quickly to the gate.

"Eat something before leaving."

"Come back to eat later." Song Beiyun rubbed his eyes: "I'll be back later."

Yusheng sighed: "I can't help you much... oh..."

"It's okay, Brother Yusheng. It's best that you are safe and sound."

After finishing speaking, he walked out with a sullen head, and came all the way to Fu Wang's mansion. At this time, Jin Ling'er hadn't gotten up yet. This child is also a lazy thing. Naturally, he doesn't have the habit of getting up early, but Fu Wang is already in the courtyard. After some practice, it was time to wash and eat.

But before this mouthful of rice noodles was in his mouth, the guards outside announced that Song Beiyun was coming. King Fu glanced at the princess beside him, who immediately understood: "Hong'er, add a pair of bowls and chopsticks."

Not long after, Song Beiyun came in, was about to speak but saw Princess Fu was there, immediately smiled, rubbed his hands and said hello.

The concubine loves this child very much. After he sat down, he kept greeting him, served food and asked some strange questions with great enthusiasm, which made King Fu and Song Beiyun very embarrassed, but what can be done, Song Beiyun is not good Refused, Fu Wang was afraid of his wife.

After a meal, both Song Beiyun and King Fu were tortured to the point of death by the same woman. If Song Beiyun's guess is correct, the princess must have already started to name the child. Although she didn't say it clearly, she has already Quietly inquired about Song Beiyun's birth date.

This is in line with the expectations of a middle-aged woman for her daughter who is about to marry, which is understandable.But in others, whether it's a father or a young male, it's a huge, relentless torture.

Because of an improper operation, the young man became a wimp, and the old father was also a wimp.

What men are most afraid of is not failure but the repression of being called waste after failure, including but not limited to insulting words such as "you are so short, you are so fast, you are not good, and you are limp".

And this kind of fear intensifies after people reach middle age. After all, their physical fitness is deteriorating. The only thing they can rely on is the blessing of social status and personality in family status. But once even this is denied, they are evaluated as "An old waste that can't even protect a child", then life will collapse from then on, life will not have much meaning, it is better to die.

Of course, this also applies to young people. When a man is given the prefix of "a turtle who sends a girl who likes himself and the girl he likes to other people's bed", no matter how he develops in the future, maybe his life will be different. We will never see each other again.

Therefore, the princess's enthusiasm and vision for the future have become a thick layer of dark clouds invisible over the heads of the two men at the dinner table.