Song Beiyun

"This is obviously a sword, but you insist on calling it a knife." Song Beiyun took out the sword from the small drawer: "Look, a knife has one edge, and a sword has two edges. How can you not tell the difference between a sword and a sword?"

"You don't care about that much!" Fo Baonu snatched the golden knife with his hands: "This is my thing, don't call it a knife, I just call it a meteor hammer, what do you do to me?"

Okay, the truth is this, there is nothing wrong with it, the thing belongs to someone else, let alone the golden knife, even if it is called the electromagnetic rail gun, it is her business, just like naming a child, what does the child care about him From Li Goudan and Wang Cuihua.

"Speaking of which, I have never been able to understand why you people always wear swords and knives. Why can't you go with something else?"

"For what? A sledgehammer?" Fo Baonu said angrily, "Why do you have so many shits?"

"Hey!" Song Beiyun straightened up and patted the table: "You eat mine and drink mine, why pick up the bowl to eat and put down the chopsticks to scold your mother?"

Fo Baonu pursed his lips and snorted angrily, then thought for a while, and put the last pearl meatball into his mouth.

She doesn't look ugly, but she is really super edible. Although Song Beiyun is delicious, she doesn't eat much, but this girl... the prince's appetite is really good, half a chicken, half a plate of meatballs, a A large bowl of soup and a large bowl of cold noodles entered her stomach while she was masticating.

Regardless of the elegance of eating, the frequency is not low at all, and she is still the kind of person who can't say a good word out of her mouth after eating. Obviously, she has great hostility towards Song Beiyun, but the unstoppable food is delicious... …

This kind of emotional tearing may make her feel awkward, so even if she eats, she doesn't feel so happy.

In other words, she ate [-] times the amount of Song Beiyun's food in an unhappy manner, and even scolded Song Beiyun.

This is typical of the stinking problems that the prince has poured out after a long time. It seems that everyone in the world has to coax her, even if she has become this virtuous, she still looks aloof.

"Prince, would you like some wine?"

"Don't drink." Fo Baonu squinted at Song Beiyun, with deep distrust in his eyes: "I don't care!"

"The best Yuhang sweet-scented osmanthus wine, the sweet-scented osmanthus wine from Yuhang Xiaoyao Inn, is a serious tribute. It was chilled in the well all afternoon, and there were frost flowers hanging outside. Look at it, smell it, it tastes so good .”

Song Beiyun poured the cold wine from the jar into a bowl and placed it in front of Fo Baonu. She gave Song Beiyun a look: "Don't drink it."

"Forget it if you don't drink."

Xiao Song continued to eat meat and drink wine, sitting there enjoying the tranquility of the dinner. He didn't care whether Fo Baonu ate or drank. He would just let her get out early when she was able to go to the ground tomorrow morning. As for her It's about the daughter's body, so let's go with her, it's a bit boring to point out that stuff if you have nothing to do, and maybe you will be tainted with coquettish air.

"Can't you drink something cold?" Song Beiyun suddenly turned his head to look at Fo Baonu: "You seem to be quite weak and weak."

"Nonsense!" Fo Baonu frowned, clenched his teeth and drank the wine in one gulp: "Look!"

"Oh, all right."

Song Beiyun lazily paid attention to her again, but after a while, Prince Yelu's lower abdomen began to hurt like a knife, and the pain made her look pale and fidget there.

She supported the corner of the table with both hands, and sweat beads as big as soybeans began to flow down her face. She felt very annoyed in every way, knowing that she couldn't eat that cold food during menstruation, but she insisted on being brave, but now she couldn't express the pain like this. She is extremely uncomfortable.

"The eldest prince's feet hurt?" Song Beiyun picked up the handkerchief and wiped his mouth: "Come on, let me take your pulse."

"Go away!"

Fo Baonu quickly withdrew his hand: "Don't touch me!"

"You don't know what's good or bad, you think I'll take advantage of you?" Song Beiyun yawned: "I'll get someone to prepare bath water for the eldest prince later, if your legs and feet are inconvenient, I will reluctantly serve you for a while .”

"Get out!" Fo Baonu suddenly shouted: "Who wants you to serve! Go away!"

Xiao Song is actually very innocent, and he was suddenly yelled at inexplicably. The rapid change of emotions in such a short period of time made him a little confused. Isn't this normal etiquette?How can the master lose his temper so much when he helps a guest with handicapped feet to take a bath?

But Fo Baonu didn't bother to talk any more, and returned to the reclining chair with difficulty, curled up on it, covering his stomach with his hands like a big shrimp.

"The eldest prince has a stomachache? Are you trying to make it convenient? Let me help you there? If you fall into a cesspit in this hot weather, it will be a big trouble." Song Beiyun swore that he was really thinking of her, after all, in her current state It is very difficult to squat in the latrine: "But don't fart, no fart is trustworthy at this time."

Fo Baonu huddled there in pain and was about to cry. The more she heard Song Beiyun's voice, the more irritable she felt.

The fan hit Song Beiyun on the head, and he turned his head, his face full of confusion: "???"

"Don't worry about it... I said I didn't care about it, you go! You go!" When she was excited, she even cried, and she started to cry with tears in her eyes: "Woooo..."

"You, you, you..." Song Beiyun didn't know what happened to you for a long time, but just scratched his head: "What are you..."

Treating such an emotionally broken eldest prince, who was fine just now suddenly became unreasonable, which made Xiao Song really not know how to deal with it.Although Jin Ling'er would be so unreasonable occasionally, as long as she has been educated in the room, she will be honest in everything, and now Xiao Song can't drag the prince of Liao Kingdom to be educated in the room, right?

How inappropriate that is.

"Your Highness, Prince Liao, are you taking a bath at night or not? If you don't take a bath, you will be sweating all over today, and the sweat on your body will smell like rust." The humble Song continued to care online: "This gesture , it's uncomfortable to sleep."

And when Xiao Song came to Fo Baonu's side, she raised her eyes swollen from crying, and looked at him pitifully: "Let me take a bite, okay?"

"You are sick."

Song Beiyun covered his arms, and quickly jumped aside: "I'll go if you don't take a bath, it's fine if you call me sometimes."

This time, Xiao Song is completely convinced that the mental health of the eldest prince of the Liao Kingdom disguised as a man is very worthy of attention. It is good that she does not ascend the throne. If she is really allowed to rule the world of the Liao Kingdom in the future, what will happen if there is no guarantee? As for the tyrant, maybe he will catch young and beautiful girls everywhere to bathe with their blood or give her beautiful adopted daughter to eat poisoned apples, or imprison the good-looking goddaughter in the tower for the sake of eternal youth, Don't give her a haircut yet.

This kind of thing is possible. Song Beiyun instinctively decided to stay away from this pervert. He has not yet developed a rabies vaccine, and now the smallpox vaccine is being developed by the old doctor according to Xiao Song's notes. If this happens Rabies came out from her bite, and the fatality rate is [-]%.

Xiao Song left, but Fo Baonu's pain didn't ease, her stomach ached and her feet ached, and she was afraid of pain, so she whined for a while while no one was on the recliner, and people outside walked by, Everyone was talking about whether the place was haunted or haunted by cats.

And Xiao Song, who has been tossed by this weird-tempered prince all afternoon, is also sitting exhausted in the wooden barrel to relax at the moment. There are fine wine and snacks on the chair next to him. After taking a few sips and being steamed by the heat, he feels refreshed , Limbs and limbs stretched out, and the hostility and murderous aura of these days disappeared with a pot of cold water and wine.

"Thanks to me being a doctor since primary school, otherwise I don't know how many nightmares I have had during this time." Song Beiyun leaned there with his eyes closed and his head up, and whispered: "Old man, are you still alive? I'm sorry, Tuer. In the end, I didn’t listen to your words and became an official, and I really obeyed your words. I really committed murder, and my body is full of evil..."

He has been asking himself several times these days, whether he really enjoys the process of killing, and the answer is obviously no. Who in this world doesn't want to live a more delicate and beautiful life, but what kind of world is this?This is an era when even the emperor is thinking about planting a crooked neck tree in the palace all day long.

Everyone understands the reason why Ning is a Taiping dog. If this is a prosperous age of study and prosperity, Song Beiyun will surely be able to live a peaceful life with his own ability, with a wealth of money, a house full of children and grandchildren, and be a happy lazy dog. Being a lazy dog ​​doesn't seem to work anymore, the world is evil and the way is dangerous, and if you are not careful, you will be eaten alive.

"Woooo..."

Hearing the whining sound, Song Beiyun immediately woke up from his own thoughts, and then heard the whining sound from far to near, came to the door, and began to bang on the door.

"I'm in so much pain... Come out and help me! Hurry up!"

Xiao Song sighed deeply, and stood up helplessly: "Here we come."

Chapter 358: On June 6 of the second year, it was sunny for seven or eight stars, and it rained two or three o'clock in front of the mountain.

"Is it painful here?"

Xiao Song Song Beiyun held his foot, which was about the size of his palm, and pressed it up lightly. Fo Baonu, who was biting the towel, immediately snorted forcefully and nodded repeatedly.

"And then? Let me see if I have a stomachache."

"That's unnecessary." Anu pushed Song Beiyun's hand away: "Just look at the feet."

"Hypocritical."

Song Beiyun muttered something, went out and ordered the big black cow to buy some ice from the ice store in the city, the more the better.

When Da Hei Niu went to buy ice cubes, Song Beiyun started to make hot packs. This is very simple, just wrap the burnt plant ash in the cloth, and use the residual heat to soothe the painful area.

After he made the cloth pocket, he took it and tied it around Fo Baonu's waist. The hot feeling made her breathe a sigh of relief, and her tense nerves relaxed a lot.

Then Xiao Song went to the yard to pick up extremely fast pebbles, put them in the stove and waited for them to burn until they turned red, took them out and dipped them into cold water to make the stones crack, and wrapped the cracked hot pebbles in cloth again, Take it and stick it to her abdomen.

"You are Gong Han." Song Beiyun scratched his chin and stood beside him: "His Royal Highness."

Fo Baonu lay there and stared at Song Beiyun: "You are cold! Your whole family is cold!"

"Okay, okay, my palace is cold, my palace is cold, I will make ginger tea for you, I really owe you, do you know how annoying you are?"

Walking into the kitchen, Xiao Song started to make ginger tea on a daily basis. He is very familiar with this thing. Qiaoqiao has been drinking his ginger tea since childhood. Although it may not be very effective, at least sugar can effectively calm the mood .

Brown sugar, ginger, and some flavored fruits, it's not so much ginger tea as it is a sweet girly drink, put it in a bowl and delivered it to Fo Baonu.

"Don't..." Fo Baonu shook his head vigorously: "I don't want to drink medicine."

"Hurry up and drink." Song Beiyun sighed, "What's the use of you acting like a baby with me?"

"Afraid of suffering..."

"You are afraid of suffering, pain, shame and tiredness, and you still want to be the emperor of the Liao Kingdom?" Song Beiyun sat opposite her: "You marry as early as possible and have a baby, isn't it good to be a good husband and parent?"

"How can a man marry! You are talking nonsense!" Fo Baonu's eyes widened angrily: "If you talk nonsense again, I will tear your mouth apart."

Song Beiyun didn't talk nonsense, just pinched her ankles with both hands: "Whose mouth should be torn?"

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong..." Fo Baonu shook his head vigorously with tears in his voice: "Don't...don't don't!"

"Get up and drink your medicine!"

The aggrieved Prince Yelu sat up under the threat of pain, took the bowl of black soup and frowned and took a sip, then raised his head and looked at Song Beiyun in surprise: "Sweet?"

"Who told you that medicine has to be bitter?"

"Then you didn't say it earlier, you bastard."

"Hey...you are the prince of the Liao Kingdom. I don't care about you like you. If you want to change to someone else, I will screw your head off." Song Beiyun sat beside him and punched his thigh helplessly: "Really, You don't even need to ask, who am I, Song Beiyun?

"I, Daliao, need an evil ghost like you. If Da Song can't tolerate you, go to my place." Fo Baonu continued to win over Song Beiyun while drinking hot soup, "Whatever you want, just ask."

"Then I won't be polite." Song Beiyun nodded and said, "Well, Your Highness, I don't have any hobbies, I'm just a bit lecherous, and I especially like girls with round faces and small canine teeth, who are shorter than me One head is enough, when do you think it will be delivered to my room?"

Fo Baonu spit out ginger tea after taking a sip, she turned her head and didn't bother to talk to this man: "No, don't count on it, you go to the Kingdom of Jin."

"Look, you come here as soon as you open your mouth, and you don't honor what you say, just let me make a cake for you." Song Beiyun sighed: "And you still want to marry my princess, if you really let you marry the princess, I will go with you It is very embarrassing to be an official in the Liao Kingdom, but not to look up and look down."

"It's true, but you just saw it?"

"You said how about I kill you here, and then sink you into the West Lake?" Song Beiyun looked up and down the prince of the Liao Kingdom: "You believe my method must be unconscious, and I will tell you when the time comes. I drank too much wine today and insisted on going to the West Lake for a stroll, and I have no duty to protect you, you fell into the water and died, I express my condolences and regrets."

"You...why are you so cruel?"

"Then tell me." Song Beiyun leaned closer to her ear, "Is this feasible?"

It's doable... The eldest prince Yelu thought about it a little bit, and felt that the person in front of him really deserved the name of evil spirit. If so, she could be said to have died for no apparent reason. At most, Song and Liao would start a war, and a war would be against this person. What does it matter to such a person?

"Okay, don't be afraid, after all, I'm not a devil." Song Beiyun sat opposite Fo Baonu and poured himself a cup of tea: "But His Royal Highness is really courageous, you know if I treat you You have evil intentions, you have been buried in my yard now, it is outrageous for you to be so insignificant as a prince of a country."

"Are you teaching me how to do things?"

"I can't teach you, can I?" Song Beiyun sneered: "You are in another country and you do such reckless things. Do you think the world is peaceful? The people I killed these days were for nothing of?"

After listening to Fo Baonu, she thought about it carefully, and it seemed to be the case. She also began to secretly complain about her wandering, but she didn't completely blame her when she said it. After all, she heard a lot from Jin Ling'er before she came here. Regarding Song Beiyun's matter, he ignored what this person usually did.

And just when she was about to explain, the big black cow came back from outside with a bucket full of ice cubes. These ice cubes were bought from Liao Kingdom in winter and stored in the cellar for half a year. In summer, the price has more than doubled by more than ten times, but the rich are still flocking to it.

"Stand out your feet and put them on my lap."

Song Beiyun took out a towel and put it on his lap, and then asked the opposite prince to put his feet over. Fo Baonu hesitated for a while, although he felt a little shy in his heart. After all, a girl's feet are very precious, not close friends It's hard to even look at it, let alone be held in someone's hand.

But now that she is a man, she is not so pretentious, but Fo Baonu still understands in her heart that the most intelligent person in the Song Dynasty who is well-known in the capital of Daliao already knows her daughter The identity of the body is changed, after all, it is the cold palace and the warm palace soup, but the two of them kept it tacitly.

"You said you, you can't hit you, and your body is weak." Song Beiyun took a piece of ice and began to slide slowly on Fo Baonu's wound: "Running around like this is really called death, you should Be your prince safely in your Daliao court."

Every time the ice cubes passed over the painful and swollen place, Fo Baonu couldn't help shivering. She sucked her nose and enjoyed it for a while before continuing: "As the prince, no matter how much you read, it's just a palace. Lord of the wall, you must walk and see more, and you will not say the words of 'why not eat minced meat' after traveling all over the world."

"Are you comfortable?"

"Um……"

Song Beiyu nodded: "After you go back, apply ice two or three times a day. It will be fine in a few days. Don't exercise too much. Your condition is quite serious, and there is fluid in the joints."

Seeing Song Beiyun's concentrated face, Fo Baonu was very curious. His concentration did not seem to be faked, and his technique was even better than that of the imperial physician. If he was not willing to become an official in the Liao Kingdom , it seems pretty good to go to the palace to serve him.

"Don't think about it, I'm warning you." Song Beiyun raised his head and glanced at her expression: "Don't get those stinking problems, you want to swipe to yourself when you look at anything good, I'm destined to be the man you can't get .”

Fo Baonu burst out laughing at such a sentence: "It's the devil who wants to get you."

"When I was young, I always heard adults say that women in the Liao Kingdom look like dogs and beasts, are powerful, and can stand up to three feet tall." Song Beiyun raised his eyes and glanced at Fo Baonu: "But now it seems , she's still very petite, her heel is a little smaller than my palm."

Fo Baonu suddenly had a fever on his face, but he still coughed and said: "My Daliao has a vast land and abundant resources. Daliao has the most beautiful mountains and waters in the world. Naturally, it also has the most beautiful women! Hmph, you are so ignorant, of course Don't understand anything."

"Yes, yes, I don't understand. How can the First Prince know much?" Song Beiyun broke off the First Prince's toes one by one, and began to observe carefully.

"What are you doing!"

"So you are also of Han descent." Song Beiyun blinked: "It's amazing."

"You are talking nonsense!"

Song Beiyun pinched Fo Baonu's pearl-like little toe: "Look, I've heard rumors in the market that if the little toe is divided into two parts, it's of Han Chinese descent. If it doesn't exist, then it's not."

Fo Baonu was stunned: "Really?"

"It's a rumor, but as a Khitan, your characteristics are indeed the same as those of the Han." Song Beiyun smiled and said, "Either your family's blood is not pure, or the Khitan and Han people just have different names. The rest are already mixed blood."

"No nonsense."

"Aren't you fighting for the orthodoxy of the Han family? So why care about the bloodline?" Song Beiyun held the tip of her foot and began to rub it slowly: "Does it hurt?"

"It's okay." Fo Baonu snorted: "Take it easy, I'm afraid of pain. But why don't you care about bloodline?"

"If you fight for the Han system, you can't fight for the bloodline. In the Han system, bloodlines are only considered when selecting animals." Song Beiyun continued: "When you start to reject things in this area, even if you win the battle for the system, after a while In a few years, you will be regarded as barbarians and rebelled. The Han people’s rebellion is a must. The Song Dynasty is now starting a hundred schools of thought. In fact, you basically lost in the fight for unification. Fundamentally, hundreds of schools will bear the brand of Confucianism, and the consciousness of great unity is deeply rooted in the bone marrow, and you can't win."

"Then...then how can we win?"

"Are you crazy? Are you asking a Song official how to win Song State?" Song Beiyun pinched her big toe: "Don't think about it, I won't tell you."