Song Beiyun

"If it's about poetry, I think so." The proprietor Beipo looked at the pile of poems and essays in front of him, and nodded in satisfaction: "This clarified poem is the best. No matter the artistic conception or the rhetoric, it is worthy of being the number one in Luzhou." The name of a genius."

Hearing such a high reputation, almost everyone echoed it, except that Bao Zheng, who was already sitting next to Song Beiyun at some point, had already chatted with him about the fastest way to catch fish in the river.

"Are you not that interested?"

Bao Zheng's sudden sentence confused Song Beiyun, who was describing to him how to make crab cages with moso bamboo.

"Which interest?"

"Recite poems and compose poems." Xiao Baozheng's eyes were full of disdain: "The whole day is full of wind and snow, and I don't know that four quarters of this great country have been handed over to others. She is really a business woman who doesn't know the hatred of subjugation. She still sings in the backyard across the river." flower."

"You're a bit interesting, kid." Song Beiyun laughed: "As expected, you are Bao Longtu."

Xiao Baozheng looked at him suspiciously, tilted his head and thought for a while: "Anyway, I just don't like the style of reciting poems and making opposites. Throughout the ages, there has never been a rule of judging scholars by poems, which is a disaster for the country and the people!"

Hey, the little thing really dares to say it, but it seems that it is exactly what he said, this is not the Song Dynasty of the Great Song Dynasty, the gold and jade are ruined in it, if there is no Yangtze River, this small court is vulnerable.But even in such a precarious situation, the people inside are still here looking for flowers and willows, and they don't know how to live or die!

At this moment, a group of Yingying and Yanyan suddenly came in from outside. They were all female cultural people. Although Song Beiyun knew that they were also invited, it looked like they were here to spoil the scene.

"What about you? What are your ambitions?"

"Don't talk about that yet." Song Beiyun pointed at the pair of little sisters: "Did you see those girls?"

"Saw."

"Great!"

"You..." Xiao Baozheng looked at Song Beiyun in disbelief: "I thought you were also a man with a big heart."

Song Beiyun didn't even pay attention to him, just stared at the group of girls with silly smiles, sitting and watching was not enough, even kneeling on a stool with one leg propped up to watch.

The girls are really beautiful. Although they are not the most beautiful when taken individually, the visual impact of stacking them together is really excellent, not to mention that the people who can come here are all unmarried girls. Lady, it's tender and raw, and water can come out when you pinch it.

Song Beiyun once pondered, returning to this backward era, what is there to be happy about?After thinking for a long time, there is no answer, but after thinking about it carefully, isn't this place a lolicon paradise!The thirteen or fourteen-year-old cardamom years of these little girls, if they want to grow into what they haven't, that's really wonderful.

But if you look carefully, not all of them are underage, but there are also those big sisters with bulging chests. Judging from the age, there may be one in seventeen, eighty, nineteen, or 20 years old, and there are two of them, not to mention their looks. It's pretty, and it's still eye-catching.

"These little ladies are so beautiful?" Xiao Baozheng asked angrily, "You look so intently."

"You don't understand yet, but when you wake up in the morning, you will understand the girl." Song Beiyun wiped his mouth: "The one in the green dress, hold the grass! Awesome!"

Chapter 16, March 3th, night, drinking rivers and lakes.

These women have always been displeased with these stinky men. Whenever there is a poetry meeting, they will show up and use their own methods to deal a heavy blow to the men present.

The woman in green at the head is the daughter of His Royal Highness Fu Wang, one of the only four surviving princes. She is also Imamami's cousin and the Empress Dowager's favorite little granddaughter. She is not a princess but she is better than a princess.

At the same time, she is also a well-known talented woman in Luzhou Prefecture. She usually has nothing to do, so she gathers a group of people to write poems and songs, but after all, she is a daughter who wants to avoid suspicion, so the people under her are all thirteen or fourteen-year-old Little girl, plus she is really seductive.

"Princess Ruibao." Beipo stepped forward to salute, "We are far away to welcome you."

The princess's posture was very good, she smiled gently, and gave a light gift: "Thank you, Mr. Beipo, for the invitation."

"Where, where, the princess will be here in person, and it will be full of glory."

After the two exchanged polite remarks, he consciously sat down, leaving the most honorable position to the royal family member.

"It's over, it's over, A Qiao can't keep the No.2 position." Song Beiyun muttered softly, "This bitch can do it."

Song Beiyun never lied. Although this green woman was posing, she was only a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl. Although her frame was small, her chest was plump. She looked exquisite and had great visual impact. Her hair is like a waterfall, black and smooth, her face is very fair, her eyebrows are obviously shaved, and she has put on makeup, her lips are pink.

really top...

However, Princess Ruibao obviously didn't notice Song Beiyun's obscene eyes. She just flipped through the poems on the table. After looking around, she didn't find any famous poems that could make her eyes shine. She gently put down the manuscript paper in her hand , quite disappointed and said: "Students, that's all for today?"

"What does she mean?"

Song Beiyun asked Brother Yusheng next to him, but found that Yusheng's face was flushed, and he didn't dare to lift his eyes. He just raised his head from time to time to glance at Princess Ruibao in front of him.

This is the attitude, if Song Beiyun still can't see it, then he is not worthy of the name of his old fritters, but now he regrets that he has boasted, but he said that Brother Yusheng will give whoever he likes In his bed, but this...

It’s not that he said that the identities of these two people are quite different. A princess is an ordinary scholar, and Yusheng’s family is just a well-to-do family. If you choose from a farmer’s family, it is top-notch, but you have to take it to the city to see. , that's really not enough to watch.

What's more, this is still a princess, it's terrible.

"Brother Yusheng."

"Huh?" Yusheng was obviously a little flustered, he quickly adjusted and turned his head: "What's the matter?"

Song Beiyun put a hand on his shoulder: "Can I take back my bragging?"

"Ah? Why?"

Forget it, there's no need to explain, girls of this level will be sold as high-value accessories at that time, and they will definitely not fall into the homes of ordinary people anyway, unless King Fu's rebellion is ransacked and the men are exiled to the army. Pulled to be a prostitute, so that it is possible to secretly find a way to get it home.

Eh?Speaking of this, why are the other princes Futai Ankang, but the little thing at home is Qin Yan Zhao Chu, what does this naming rule mean?

At this moment, Princess Ruibao coughed softly: "I have an idea, tonight we will come to this pointing event as a poem, each of you draw an object on the paper, and write a poem next to it and hand it over to Bei Poe judges."

Beipo smiled and waved his hands again and again: "What virtue and ability do I have?"

"Beipo, you are too humble. No one knows that you are the number one talented person in Luzhou."

Someone below shouted: "Your talent is here, you are the most suitable judge."

"Since that's the case, I'll be disrespectful." Beipo coughed pretentiously: "Since it's the princess who asked the question, let me explain it in detail."

He looked around: "Everyone is handed out a piece of paper and a pen, half an hour. Draw the object and compose a poem based on the drawn object. If you can't finish it, the Midsummer Meeting will never come."

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand and ordered people to present pens and ink, and prepared tea, and began to toss.The princess sat on the top like an invigilator and watched everyone's movements below.

Song Beiyun didn't want to raise an argument, but he was not very interested, but there was still a pen and paper placed in front of him, and he didn't intend to write, but Yusheng was very serious about writing and drawing, as if he wanted to be in front of the princess. Well behaved in general.

Little Baozheng was pitiful. He was too young to be assigned a pen and paper. He angrily approached Song Beiyun and saw that his pen was blank. He immediately raised his eyebrows: "Why don't you write?"

"What do I write for? Draw a watermelon?"

"I'm afraid you can't."

Hey!This little bastard!It's not because he is Bao Gong, Song Beiyun can scold him to the point of autism, saying how can a man say no!

"Isn't it just painting? I'll show you."

Song Beiyun is a top-notch expert in drawing. The old lunatic is best at engineering, painting, and medicine. Afterwards, he followed Song Beiyun to toss out the drawing method of this era, and the things he drew were absolutely unprecedented.

But what about painting?Song Beiyun looked around for a while, some people painted flowers, birds, fish and insects, some people painted beauties and celebrities, some people painted landscapes and gardens, and some people painted melons, fruits and vegetables.

Fruits and vegetables, this one is a talent...

Since everyone is so talented, let Song Beiyun draw a map.

He traced it carefully with a pen, and after a while, a silhouette appeared in front of Xiao Bao Zheng. Seeing this strange painting, Xiao Bao Zheng burst into laughter: "You chicken, you are a bit scribbled."

Song Beiyun didn't speak, but continued to add details on it, and began to divide lines on it according to the nouns of this era in his memory, and then marked out each place in detail.

Xixia, Mongolia, Uighur, Tubo, Dali, Liao, Jin, Heihan, and Song are all marked on this map one by one, which is very clear at a glance.

Bao Zheng wanted to laugh at it at first, but the more he looked at it, the wider his eyes widened. This small picture seemed to show the appearance of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. The thick lines are mountains, the shallow lines are rivers, and the thin lines are rivers. The broken lines are national boundaries, and the intermittent lines are sea areas.

As Song Beiyun's strokes traveled around on the paper, a relatively complete map of East Asia was soon presented in front of Bao Zheng.

"How is it? Brother, is it okay or not?"

"Okay... that's great!" Bao Zheng almost lay down on the table: "This is much better than the geographical map in the academy."

"Hahaha, that's natural."

And the whispering between the two of them from the beginning to the end also made the princess above see it clearly. She saw that Song Beiyun, who had a playful smile, didn't seem to have any intention of thinking hard at all, but was chatting and laughing with a child. She couldn't help feeling a little annoyed, but also It's not easy to have a seizure, but I can't help but look at it a few more times.

When half an hour came, Beipo called to stop, and the group of talented scholars stopped writing one after another. Some shook their heads secretly, some went to look at other people's poems and paintings, and some picked up their own works to appreciate them. The more they read, the more satisfied they became.

But Song Beiyun was sitting there pointing at Uighur and Tubo and introduced these two places to Xiao Baozheng. Little Baozheng's eyes lit up when he heard it, and he looked at Song Beiyun a little differently.

"Present them all." Beipo clapped his hands, "I'm really looking forward to your masterpiece."

Yusheng looked at his painting and the unmentioned poem, and wanted to crump the paper into a ball angrily, but Song Beiyun held his hand directly: "Brother Yusheng, please be safe and don't be impatient."

He took the piece of paper and saw a painting of a swallow standing on a branch. Although it is not a top-level painter, it can be said to be lifelike, but the poem next to it is...

"This." Song Beiyun took the piece of paper and thought for a while, writing and reciting silently: "There are no people who pick fragrances, and I suddenly feel that there is little love for travel. The guests see the spring is so sloppy, and they are always divided by poetry. Last year, Yanzi Tianya, Who will be the swallows this year? Hugh listen to the night rain in March, but now it’s not flower urging.”

After reading it twice, he felt that there was no problem, so Song Beiyun put the things on Yusheng's side: "Go ahead and use it."

Yusheng stared at the words written on it, dazed for a long time, and then savored them for a long time, only to realize that these short words were worry-free but full of worries. Thinking of what Song Beiyun said just now and his gaffe when he saw the princess, He immediately understood the taste.

"Beiyun..."

"Don't be a gentleman right now." Song Beiyun whispered, "A saint should also have the beauty of an adult."

Yusheng hesitated for a while between the noble character and the beauty like a flower, and then impatiently threw himself into the arms of the beauty like a flower.

He handed over the manuscript with a flushed face, but he didn't dare to raise his head, the shame in his heart almost made him want to die.

As for his unpromising appearance, Song Beiyun took it easy and continued to tease Bao Zheng: "What, do you like this picture?"

"like!"

"Come on, call me good brother, I'll see you off now."

"Good brother!"

He thought that Bao Zheng would struggle a bit, but he didn't expect him to yell so bluntly. Song Beiyun was stunned by this sound. How could Bao Longtu do such a spineless thing?

"Take it and take it." But it doesn't matter anymore, if the future LongTuge University scholar can call him a good brother, this life is worth it, really.Song Beiyun was very happy.

But just when Bao Zheng was happily about to pick up the painting, suddenly a slender hand reached out from above and snatched the map.

Bao Zheng and Song Beiyun looked up together, Bao Zheng said inwardly, and ran away quietly.

"Little bastard..." Seeing Bao Zheng being so disrespectful, Song Beiyun cursed bitterly.

Meanwhile, Princess Ruibao who was standing next to him looked at the map, and then at Song Beiyun, with a smile on his face: "You are so bold, you dare to draw a map privately."

"Ah, ah, princess. This is not a private painting, but you asked me to draw it. You sent this paper, you sent this pen, and you asked me to draw this picture." Song Beiyun scratched his face. : "You can't deny it, many people are watching."

Seeing such a naughty Song Beiyun, the princess frowned. In the past, she would have exploded, but today, all the talented people in Luzhou are here, so she has to be careful and restrained.

"Okay, okay, what a sharp tongue." The princess gritted her teeth for a while, and looked at Song Beiyun: "Since I asked you to draw it, then you can tell me the meaning of this picture."

After she finished speaking, she lifted up the painting in her hand, and almost everyone in the audience saw this rather detailed map of mountains and rivers.

"Okay." Song Beiyun stood up, passed by the Princess, and took down the map: "Then I'll tell you about it today."

Chapter 17, March 3th, the night, the fragrance filled the air

Song Beiyun walked to the front with the map in his hand, looked around for a while, selected a pillar, dipped his hands in his saliva, and glued the paper to it.

Lord Ruibao stepped forward, with a proud smile on his lips: "You are talking about it, this is not a map, what is it?"

Song Beiyun looked her up and down, and smiled with his lips pursed: "This is a recipe."

"recipe?"

Not only the princess, but everyone around looked at Song Beiyun in surprise. Anyone with a discerning eye who was not blind could tell that it was a map, but he opened his mouth and said it was a recipe?

"It's just that I didn't have time to write it." Song Beiyun carefully wrote the name of a line of ingredients in small letters at the location of the Liao Kingdom: "The land of Liaodong is connected to Mount Baitou and led to the Bohai Sea. Wild mushrooms from the mountains are dried for half a month, and then chickens are taken. One, in one pot, the fire will be boiled for a moment, and the fire will be simmered for two hours, the meat will be fragrant, and it will stimulate the appetite."

He then moved the pen to the lower part of the Liao Kingdom, and came to the location of the Jin Kingdom: "On the shore of the East China Sea, the products are rich and rich. Take shrimps, crabs, and clams and put them in clay pots, then put them in the sea water in the morning, and simmer slowly over a low fire. Time, then add various spices and simmer for half an hour, take out and pour out the soup, take out the shrimp and crab, it is delicious."

Hearing his description, many people below have already started to swallow their saliva silently, and even seem to have smelled the fresh fragrance in the clay pot.

But this is not over yet, Song Beiyun continued to move the pen to Mongolia: "Here, the vast grassland, it seems that the products are sluggish, but in fact it is not. His mutton is fresh and fat, just take fresh mutton with bones, You only need to marinate with salt water for a while, put it in a boiling pot and simmer until it is fully cooked, take out the leek flowers, leeks, apple juice, salt, and minced ginger on the prairie, mash and mix, then take the mutton out of the pot, and put it in your hands. When the bone is dipped in this sauce, the meat is fragrant, not smelly or fishy, ​​and the taste is complete."

With this description, even Princess Ruibao licked his lips lightly, and some people around him even expressed their deep agreement, saying that after eating this meat, the taste is still unforgettable.

Then, Song Beiyun continued to write down the recipe of this dish in lower case. After finishing writing, the time has actually passed for a long time, but they didn't intend to interrupt. The introduction of each dish is really heart-warming. Immediately, the surroundings seem to hear the sound of stewing meat, as well as the scent that pervades.

"The land of Xixia, the capital of Chang'an was established seven years ago. Chang'an Chang'an, the former dynasty of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, the land of Chang'an, fresh fish is taken and cut into pieces, and the candlelight can be seen through the pieces. What a joy."

All the places on the map were marked by Song Beiyun with food, which made people feel full of appetite, but unknowingly, there was a kind of sadness welling up.

In the past, people only knew that these places were barren and desolate places, but they never thought that these places are also places with rich products. The delicious food makes people salivate, but at the same time, it is also depressing.

That used to be the place of the Han family!It used to be a place of tribute, but now it has already been handed over to others, and now the Great Song Dynasty is in a peaceful corner, ruled by the river, which is no more than the size of a palm on the map.

"Old mountains and rivers." Song Beiyun chuckled, and patted the food map with his hands: "Old mountains and rivers contain all kinds of flavors."

After finishing speaking, he tilted his head and looked at the princess: "Is the princess satisfied?"

The princess frowned: "You only draw pictures, why don't you deserve poetry?"

Song Beiyun scratched his head, it's all about this, why is this bitch still struggling with this?But if that's the case, here we go.

At this time, Beipo stepped forward and whispered something to the princess, but the princess shook her head and said, "I just want to see it."