Song Beiyun

"What are you going to do? What about your business here?"

"Expand new markets." Miao Yan lay on the bamboo bed, propping his head with his hands: "But I don't plan to open a chicken shop, I plan to start a small theater, and do something in the field of cultural media seriously. By the way Let me help you keep an eye on those craftsmen, after all, I am your ordinary wife to the outside world."

"I'm at a disadvantage." Song Beiyun looked around at the witty words: "I haven't taken advantage of this reputation."

"You don't speak according to your conscience. Dog men are like this." Miao Yan turned around and ignored Song Beiyun: "I live here today, and I don't want to move."

"Okay, squeeze with me."

Miao Yan glanced back at him: "Oh."

In the end, of course, Song Beiyun failed, and he was sent to sleep in the same room with Yusheng again. Since the two of them were going to attend the Confucius Festival tomorrow, they chatted casually for a while before going to bed.

This wonderful remark is also a very strange master. When the two of you are alone, you can take advantage of it, and she won't say anything. Occasionally, she can help classmate Xiao Song solve some small problems when she is in a good mood, but once she is in the When people are in front of her, she looks pure white and out of shape, not to mention taking advantage, even if she gets close, she will try her best to drive away Song Beiyun.

So, she is more or less the type with some problems, but this is also very good, it saves a lot of trouble...it saves trouble for everyone.

The Confucius Festival in the morning was actually very demanding, so many that it was a bit scary. Just after midnight, Song Beiyun and Yusheng got up early to pack up and prepare.

Both of them are selected dancers, because they are No. 2 and No.64, so they are the lead dancers of Yi Dance, and because it is a sacrifice to Confucius, this dance is Bayi Dance, there are eight people in total 66 People, plus two lead dancers, a total of [-] people.

When dancing, the right hand holds the feather and the left hand holds the 籥.The costumes of the leading dancers are even more particular. They should wear black gowns, horned headdresses on their heads, and soap boots. From top to bottom, there are crowns, clothes, single lining, large belts, blue shoes, and pantyhose. , the clothes of the leading dancer are embroidered on the front and back, and there is also a yellow sacrificial scarf around the neck, as grand as you want.

Under normal circumstances, it takes more than an hour to tie hair in a tall pavilion, an hour to get dressed, and another hour to walk to the Confucius Temple, so it is not too much to say that it is three o'clock.

And this is actually a disguised number one parading the streets. Anyway, the streets will be crowded with people. There will be dancers walking in front, musicians playing sheng in the back, and an ox cart playing chime bells in front, forcing Graman and the specifications. Insane.

The two lead dancers are the ones standing next to the chime and waving their feathers all the way, and this is not the end. After arriving at the Confucius Temple, there will be a series of sacrificial activities. In short, it is so troublesome that it makes people want to cry.

"It's harder than getting married."

Song Beiyun complained when he was putting on his clothes: "No wonder Li Taibai asked Feng Ge to scold Kong Qiu. I think he must be scolding Kong Qiu, or this red tape."

"Hey...you take care of your mouth." Yusheng said with some displeasure: "Today is the sacrificial ceremony, and many people may not be able to participate in it in their lifetime. You just have to practice hard."

Song Beiyun sighed almost in despair, looking at the silk robe, his heart was full of sadness.

"Today Wen Shenggong is here in person, and there are many high-ranking officials in Jinling City who are also coming. You don't want to do anything out of the ordinary at the grand ceremony."

Song Beiyun was educated by Yusheng, but he yawned and said perfunctorily, "I know, I know, it's just a dance."

After the fifth watch, the sky began to brighten, and the batman's clapper began to become weak, but Song Beiyun and Yusheng were about to go out at this time.

They wore funny and complicated clothes, walked on the bluestone slabs with serious faces and bowed their heads, and Yu Sheng kept telling them: "Today, you must take care of your demeanor."

"Does it mean to go to the governor's mansion first to gather?"

"It seems so." Yu Sheng nodded and said, "More than [-] people will go to the Confucius Temple in parallel."

Song Beiyun shook his head silently, really feeling troubled enough to take off: "What about those scholars who have returned to their hometown? They will be punished, right?"

"I don't know." Yusheng shook his head, then turned around and began to groom Song Beiyun: "Don't you suddenly get windy, remember to remember."

"I know." Song Beiyun scratched his nose: "If Shenggong Wang Jiawen comes, his eldest grandson will definitely come too, right?"

Yusheng nodded and said, "I have to come every year."

Chapter 171: September 9th

The dance venue was really magnificent, the flags on both sides were unfurled, a clerk read out the articles on offering sacrifices to Confucius, and some famous families around were watching the ceremony, the leaders were King Fu and Princess Ruibao in formal attire.

Today's Jin Ling'er is different from the past. She is dignified and dignified. She is gorgeously dressed like a handful of peonies blooming under the scorching sun. She is so beautiful.

Before I had time to take a closer look, the dancers were about to enter the arena, and all the musicians beside them began to play grand rites and music. The altar, which was still somewhat youthful, suddenly became solemn and solemn.

Regardless of whether it is a dance student or a music student, they are actually candidates on this list. A gentleman's six arts, five virtues and four cultivations are no joke.

"Zhou Li Baoshi" records: "Raising the sons of the country with the Tao is to teach the six arts: one is the five rituals, the other is the six music, the third is the five shooting, the fourth is the five controls, the fifth is the six books, and the sixth is the nine numbers. "

Among the six arts, the six music includes the six sets of dance music of Yunmen, Daxian, Dashao, Daxia, Dalui and Dawu.Both civil and martial arts dances are available, and later the musical instrument skills of "playing the chime as an official, but able to play the qin" were derived.

So there are few reasons why there are few scholars. These scholars who have been admitted to Juren are actually generalists in this era. They may not sing well, but they must be able to dance a few verses and play a few hands.

And today's sacrifice has already been announced, even Song Beiyun practiced this dance secretly, not to mention those scholars who spend all day thinking about these things.

Sacrifice is a major event, and since it is a major event, no one dares to neglect it, and everyone present today, from the prince to the governor to the university official and even Wen Shenggong, has come. If something really goes wrong, it may be the future of a lifetime to catch up with the blame. All must be destroyed.

But let alone, this solemn and solemn music, this uniform dance, paired with the young and heroic faces of a group of young people, really makes people excited.

"Wen Shenggong is here today, so it's better to stay for a few more days." Fu Wang whispered to an old man beside him: "After the Confucian sacrifice, can Wen Shenggong come to the student's home for a talk?"

This Wen Shenggong is older and senior, and he served as the teacher of many princes when the first emperor was the prince, so even His Royal Highness Fu Wang needs to call him Mr.

"His Royal Highness Fu Wang has become divided."

"Don't dare to make mistakes in front of Mr. Yu." King Fu smiled and said in a low voice: "I still remember the feeling of Mr.'s whip being drawn in the palm of my hand. Even in the past forty years, I still remember it as fresh as yesterday."

Wen Shenggong sighed softly: "Yes, it has been forty years in a flash. At that time, Emperor Taizu was still alive, but now it has changed."

Looking at the young children in front of him, Wen Shenggong was full of emotion, and after he finished speaking, he waved his hand to change the subject, pointing to Song Beiyun who was dancing in a rigid manner: "That is Xie Yuan from this department, right? "

"Exactly." King Fu nodded and said, "Do you have anything to say, sir?"

"He has a tall and straight figure, a strong physique, a handsome face, and heroic eyebrows and eyes. He looks very pleasing, but I don't know how King Fu intends to use him?"

Except for a limited number of people at this point, no one knows that King Fu is about to leave here, so according to normal thinking, this Song Beiyun is almost appointed as King Fu. It doesn't matter if you don't go to Beijing, and it doesn't matter if you sell the face of the King of Fortune.

It's just that from Wen Zhenggong's point of view, Song Beiyun's face is very pleasing, and it's the kind of appearance that is very clear at first glance.

"This son is from Luzhou, so I sent him to Beijing to take the No. [-] Scholar exam. If he really won the No. [-] Scholar, he would be proud of Luzhou. How many years has it been? Is it a champion?"

On the side, An Shishi, that is, Beipo's father, gave King Fu an embarrassed look: "My lord... 36 years."

Wen Shenggong and Fu Wang looked at An Cishi together, and their eyes made him want to find a crack in the ground.

"The enlightenment of Luzhou..." Wen Shenggong pondered for a moment: "Fu Wang still needs to worry more."

Fu Wang immediately turned his head: "An Shi, you still have to worry about it."

What else can I say?You can't let the leader take the blame, right, so An Shishi had no choice but to obediently agree.

And in the conversation of several people, the priest had already reached a climax, the drums were beating like thunder, shaking people's eardrums to buzz.

Song Beiyun tried his best to dance, but cursed in a low voice. Although he couldn't see it from the outside, he already felt that his whole body was completely wet. Although the weather at the end of September was already high and refreshing in autumn, it was not as good as in the south. In the north, basking in the sun at this time is still fatally hot.

Naturally, the others were not much better than Song Beiyun. They were all sweaty, but none of them could stop after the sacrifice. On the contrary, the group of dignitaries looked at Song Beiyun and the others like they were playing monkeys. .

On the other side, the princess was trying her best to stay away from the Wang family worker beside her. Her nose was extremely sensitive, and she could vaguely smell a faint smell on this guy, although it was not strong, but letting the sun evaporate Disgusting.

But after all, it is a famous family, even if Jin Ling'er is a princess, it is not easy to get angry on the spot, so she can only hide to the side as much as possible.

"Your Highness, what's wrong with you?" Beipo asked in a low voice, "Is there something wrong? Or is the sun too poisonous?"

As he spoke, Bei Po stretched out his sleeves and covered Jin Ling'er's head: "It's better that way."

"Come on, change your position." Jin Ling'er avoided the shade from Beipo: "Why don't you be so intimate that people can see you?"

When she spoke, her eyes unconsciously glanced at Song Beiyun who was dancing there. If she let the northern slope cover her, she would not know what bad words that bad guy would say when she returned.

"Yes...it's me, Meng Lang." Beipo quickly withdrew his hand: "Then what is your Highness Princess' order?"

"Change location."

Jin Ling'er squinted at the young master of the Wang family who was not far away, and saw that his eyes were sunken, his eyes were distracted, his hands and arms were trembling unconsciously, and there was a faint smell of filth on his body. taste……

Enough is really enough, Jin Ling'er doesn't want to vomit in front of everyone.

"This is not good, Your Royal Highness..." Although Bei Po was a little sad by Jin Ling'er's attitude, he still whispered softly: "How can this primary and secondary position..."

But before he finished speaking, Jin Ling'er interrupted impatiently: "If you don't change me, I'll leave."

"Change, change... I'll just change."

Soon, the two secretly switched positions, and after being away from the stinking Mr. Wang's family for a few feet, Jin Ling'er was finally able to take a big breath. She took a few deep breaths, as if a stranded fish returned to the sea.

Beipo didn't seem to notice anything unusual about Jin Ling'er. He sat where Jin Ling'er sat just now, feeling the faint body temperature on the stool, as well as the...

"vomit……"

Taking a deep breath, Beipo couldn't hold back at that time. After retching, he quickly covered his mouth, turned his head to look at Jin Ling'er with a flushed face, and she seemed to have expected what was going on. Sit there with a smile on your face.

Beipo's retching sounds seemed to have attracted the attention of Mr. Wang's family. He slowly turned his head to look at Beipo, and Beipo realized that he had lost a lot of weight after only seeing him for a few days, just... Just like the people on Song Beiyun's table who were haunted by ghosts in the stories about ghosts and ghosts.

"Brother Wang...what's the matter with you?"

Beipo asked in a low voice, and Mr. Wang shook his head lightly, saying that nothing happened, but the trembling of his hands became more and more obvious, and the snot also flowed out of his nasal cavity. He kept wiping but even his face was red. It still flows unstoppable.

"Brother Wang, why are you sweating all over your face?"

"I... I'm fine."

"Brother Wang, do you want me to call the doctor?"

"enough!"

With a loud roar, Beipo was stunned, and at the same time disturbed the sacrificial ceremony. When everyone looked at Mr. Wang, his expression became more and more tense, and his face began to distort.

"It's so noisy! You are so noisy!!!"

Suddenly, he covered his ears and shouted loudly. Seeing his madness, Jin Ling'er hurriedly ran to Fu Wang's side with concern, but Fu Wang glanced at his teacher at this time, but he didn't know what happened. what.

"The ceremony cannot be stopped." Wen Shenggong stood up with his face livid, hands behind his back: "Don't let foreign things disturb you."

"Sir, this?" Fu Wang also got up quickly: "What's wrong with him?"

Wen Shenggong looked worried, opened his mouth but didn't say anything, but walked quickly to his grandson who was already prostrate on the table.

His Royal Highness Fu Wang followed, and the guards followed him to that place.

"Take him to rest first." King Fu ordered someone to help the young master of the Wang family up: "It seems that his complexion is not very good."

Wen Shenggong sighed and said, "In the past few days, this child... seems to be possessed by an evil spirit."

"Bewitched?"

"Yes, I was very well-behaved in the past, but since I returned from Luzhou last time, I seem to have changed my personality, and my temperament will change drastically at every turn. After taking the prescription prescribed by a little doctor here, it can be relieved, but these days But it got worse, and the medicine didn’t help, this time I brought him here, first to ask for medicine, and to see if he can cure this book.”

Hearing the words "Little Miracle Doctor", King Fu's face darkened immediately, and he looked back at Song Beiyun, but he didn't speak, just nodded and softly comforted the old man in his seventies or eighties.

The interrupted sacrifice continued, but because of this episode, Jin Ling'er was forced to be sent back by King Fu, and after King Fu arranged for Wen Shenggong to go to rest with his grandson, he sat down with An Shishi. On the other side, but the expression became more and more dignified.

"My lord, what's the matter?"

"Something happened." King Fu replied lightly: "Ancishi, if it is convenient, you should go back first."

Chapter 172: September 9th

At the end of the ceremony, Song Beiyun was exhausted. He looked around but didn't see Jin Ling'er. He looked around but waited for King Fu's personal guards.

"Master Song, my lord wants you to go there."

Since he was a personal guard, how could he not recognize Song Beiyun, this strange man who came in and out of the palace just like his own house, if it wasn't for their inability to talk nonsense, it would be no problem to go up and call him uncle now.

"My lord looking for me?"

Song Beiyun took off the complicated hat on his head, untied his stuffy clothes while walking, and said to Yusheng who was resting beside him before he walked far: "Brother Yusheng, take a step first, I have something to do over there."

"Well, I just went to buy some minced meat. I'm so depressed today that I can't eat anything. Let's have some meat porridge tonight."

Yusheng is also gradually starting to enter the kitchen now, and he doesn't know whether it is because of Song Beiyun's influence or his own attribute awakening, anyway, since the exam is over, he has taken the initiative to undertake almost half of the housework.

"Okay, it's up to you."

"Master Song, hurry up, the prince's face is not good-looking." The soldier next to him urged: "It seems to be losing his temper."

Song Beiyun quickly followed them, and asked in a low voice, "What's he doing again?"

"Who can know about the prince, don't make it difficult for us brothers." The guard sighed: "You don't want to provoke the prince today."

"When did I provoke his old man?"

Filled with doubts, Song Beiyun came to Fu Wang, but Fu Wang just glanced at him, did not speak, and walked forward with his hands behind his back.

Of course Song Beiyun couldn't let him go forward alone, so he immediately followed. Xiaoyu wanted to follow from a distance, but was stopped by King Fu's iron guard with a scabbard. Xiaoyu stood still. Going forward, he glanced at the guards lightly with his eyes.

The personal guard immediately turned his head away from his frightening eyes, but he still didn't let him take half a step forward.

King Fu took Song Beiyun into a hut behind the Confucian Temple, and after letting the person in charge of sacrifice and sweeping out, King Fu sat on the stool: "What did you do to the young master of Wen Shenggong's family?"

"Heavenly conscience, what can I do?"

Song Beiyun thumped in his heart, thinking that the guy must have died...

But after he calmed down and carefully analyzed Fu Wang's expression, he was sure that the guy hadn't died, which made Song Beiyun heave a long sigh of relief.