Song Beiyun

Chapter 402: Buying a Horse in Qingdong City on September 9 of the Second Year

The night market in Song Dynasty is really not bragging. If there is any place in the world that can compare with the night market in Jinling, it must be the night market in Lin'an and Hefei.

When night fell, it was the time when the lights were on and people were making appointments after dusk. Compared with the scattered merchants in the Liao Kingdom, the night market in the Song Dynasty was really too luxurious. After the curfew at the beginning of the capital relocation, the business rapidly expanded and developed. In order to attract customers, vendors of all kinds wished to light their own lanterns for the day, and the whole street was filled with the smell of lamp oil and the shouts of vendors.

If you want to go to the market at night, you must not eat or drink at home, because there are too many foods in this market, which is too much for people to see. A bowl of wonton with mustard meat, a piece of crispy roast lamb and a A small plate of stewed beans, the taste is neither strong nor light, and the lips and teeth are fragrant.

Going a little further, if you are hungry, you can also go to some grand restaurants on the side of the road, order a big dish and have a few drinks with friends, watching the busy traffic and the flow of people outside, it is a kind of elegance.

The dim sum in the south is the most exquisite. Even a person like Fo Baonu who grew up with a pure gold spoon in his mouth will be attracted by the crystal clear rice bunnies on the street.

This rice bunny is a pastry made of glutinous rice. The outside is glutinous rice and the inside is filled with sweet red bean caramel. After steaming in the pan, each one is rosy and shiny. thing.

"The State of Song is the State of Song after all." Fo Baonu sighed while hiding behind Song Beiyun, waving her fan. She disliked physical contact with people, even if she just passed by, so it was all up to Song Beiyun to open the way. And in order not to get lost, she held the belt of the jade pendant on Song Beiyun's waist the whole time: "I don't know when Daliao will have such a scene."

"Want it?"

"Ah."

"In this way, you open the curfew, exempt small businesses from taxation, and finally allow women to sit on the side of the road and criticize men, and it's almost done."

Fo Baonu was confused when he heard it. The first one is easy to handle, but the tax exemption...is a bit difficult. This tax reform is not just talking. Small.As for letting women sit on the side of the road and comment, this is not easy. The Liao Kingdom is well versed in Confucian etiquette and has the Confucianism in Shandong to lead scholars. If it is not for suppressing those scholars, I am afraid that the women of the Liao Kingdom will start to learn the virtues of women. Quit it, how could it be possible to sit on the side of the road and criticize men shamelessly like a woman from the Song Dynasty?

"This Great Song Dynasty, the good thing is, before the appearance of rotten scholars, half of the country was occupied by your Liao Kingdom." Song Beiyun turned his head and glanced at the round-faced little Huya: "The ancients often said that misfortunes depend on blessings, and blessings come from misfortunes." In fact, it is not unreasonable. When you start to enter the field of overall Sinicization, you will find that its disadvantages will gradually show up. As for Da Song, it just happened to miss this shocking You Sheng A great reversal of decline, and the root of everything is just the sudden rise of the Jurchens in the north and the Liao Kingdom being forced to fight south."

History is really a very interesting thing. Even if you just move a single point, it can cause unprecedented changes. However, judging from the points of change collected from Xiao Song to the present, the orbital deviation of these 40 years has already changed the world. The timeline is taken in a whole new direction.

Will objective idealism still appear?It should still be possible, but if there is no interference, the final location will be Liao or Jin, and if there is no accident, Da Song will probably become the most powerful country if it continues to move forward in this mode .

Even without the intervention of traversers like Song Beiyun and Miaoyan, it would definitely burst out with unprecedented dazzling light at a certain point in time.

Why?Because of Da Song's broadness and freedom, this tone was the same before Song Beiyun's appearance, and it may not change for a long time in the future.

So will Han Qi's phrase "Fang Weihaoerlang, the champion outside the East Gate" still appear?Unknown, because the current Han Qi is from the Liao Kingdom.So maybe it will, but not in Song anymore.

And Di Qing...is also from the Liao Kingdom.

"Song Dog."

"What are you doing!" Song Beiyun turned his head angrily and said, "It's okay to yell and interrupt my train of thought."

"Be polite to me, I'm a guest and I don't know how much higher my status is than you dog." Fo Baonu angrily said: "You are only worthy of licking my feet, you know?"

"Oh?" Song Beiyun chuckled, "Is it just the feet? I don't care too much about licking other places, but you have to wash it clean, otherwise it will smell."

Fo Baonu didn't realize it all at once, but when she did, she became furious and kicked Song Beiyun's ass: "You bastard!"

Song Beiyun patted his butt, turned around and pinched Fo Baonu's face: "There are a lot of people here, do you want to try?"

"try what?"

"Being stripped naked."

"you dare?"

Song Beiyun didn't speak, but grabbed her collar with one hand: "I'll count to three, and I'll do it if I don't apologize."

Fo Baonu frowned and stared at Song Beiyun, but he did not back down.

The strength in Xiao Song's hands gradually increased, and the neckline had been pulled so far that even the chest wrap inside could be easily seen.

"two."

The strength in his hands gradually increased, and Fo Baonu gritted her teeth and tried to struggle, but her strength was too far behind that of the person in front of her, the struggle was futile, and the clothes were already cracking in some places, and it would be a waste if she persisted. Something is going to happen.

"Feel sorry!"

"The voice is too low." Song Beiyun put his ear in front of her: "Speak up."

"Feel sorry!"

Xiao Song let go of her hand, and patted her on the shoulder: "A gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands. If you talk, I will talk, and if you do, I will do it. Everyone in the world will let you go, and I won't do what you say."

Fo Baonu tidied up his clothes, squinted his eyes and looked at Song Beiyun, but Xiao Song smiled and put his arms around her shoulders: "Take you to drink flower wine!"

Fo Baonu didn't want to go, but he was dragged by Xiao Song to the brothel, and the old bustard inside saw the two handsome men, and immediately ordered those peaches and willows to come out and say hello.

Song Beiyun casually ordered a few girls, then pointed to Buddha Baonu, then took out the stamped letter from his bosom and slapped it on the old bustard's chest: "Happy to serve my brother today, money is not a problem."

Drinking flower wine is a very happy thing. Watching those girls playing and singing hard to please, you can enjoy the happiness that you can’t enjoy at home with a small amount of money. Even if you don’t have a meat show, it’s very relaxing. one thing.

Fo Baonu, who was still a little angry at first, could no longer tell the difference between east, west, and north after drinking a few glasses of wine. She couldn't hold enough alcohol, but she was coaxed into flushing by the left glass and the right glass.

Xiao Song is a veteran of flowers and wine, sitting there is the most shit, let the girls dance and play a ditty, and the rest is to encourage the group of flower girls to pour wine for Fo Baonu.

"No... I can't drink anymore."

Fo Baonu shook his head again and again, but a girl named Cui Er came up to him with wine in her mouth and fed it to Fo Baonu.

Seeing her flustered dancing, Xiao Song laughed and clapped her hands.

"Go away."

A girl also wanted to serve Song Beiyun like this, but he shouted back, and he was watching Fo Baonu's performance the whole time, which was extremely interesting.

In the middle of the night, when they went out from the brothel, a group of girls behind Yingying Yanyan called them back, but Fo Baonu leaned limply on Song Beiyun's shoulder, not even having the strength to answer.

"vomit……"

Under a willow tree by the river, Fo Baonu was squatting there throwing up her face, while Xiao Song patted her on the back lightly: "Are you happy?"

She turned her head and glared at Song Beiyun. Just as she was about to speak, she spit it out again. After shivering, she simply sat down on the ground.

"Are you happy? You must be happy, right?" Xiao Song said with a smile, "It's just that I don't quite get used to it. It would be nice to go there a few more times."

After finishing speaking, he hugged the "big prince" of the Liao Kingdom with all his strength, and Fo Baonu didn't have the strength to hit him anymore, so he leaned limply and drunk on his shoulder, muttering He cursed in Liao language, and finally fell asleep in his arms without knowing it.

When she woke up again, it seemed that another day had passed...

She only felt that she had a splitting headache, which was worse than the feeling of being poisoned by a snake. Looking back on what happened last night, she was angry and indignant, but found that there was really nothing she could do about that bastard. He seemed to have a way to torment herself .

"Your Highness, Lord Song is waiting outside."

Fo Baonu stared at the boss: "What is he doing here?"

"He came early in the morning, and said today that he would take His Highness to a more interesting place."

Fo Baonu was very resistant in his heart, but he couldn't get up for the sake of saving face. He negotiated with Song Dog vainly, and then she was taken to the more advanced Qinhuai painting boat that night...

If she knew that she was carried back by Song Dog the night before, she didn't even know how she got out of the boat that night.

Then on the third day...

"I won't go." Fo Baonu looked haggard and leaned on the bed limply: "Just tell him that the hall is not feeling well, so I won't go, I won't go... I won't go anywhere!!!!"

In the end, she almost roared out, but unexpectedly, Song Dog's head poked out at the door, and he had a disgusting smile on his face: "Your Highness, today I will take you to a good place..."

Fo Baonu turned away from the maid with a pale face, while Song Beiyun walked directly to her side, sat in front of her, and said with a smile on his face, "Your Highness, do you remember what you told me yesterday?"

Fo Baonu shook his head, after all, he was as drunk as mud...

"You said... Let me think about what you said, ah... that's right." Song Beiyun smiled and imitated Fo Baonu's drunkenness yesterday: "Come with me, go to Liao Kingdom, I will give you babies, many, many, okay? Please..."

Fo Baonu was stunned for a moment, and then it seemed that she really searched for this clip in her mind. Her face turned red immediately, and she pulled the quilt to cover her face: "Get out! Get out!"

"Today, there is a poetry conference. Tomorrow is August [-]th. Today's poetry conference has many top talents in the Song Dynasty. Do you want to go, the eldest prince?"

"Get out! I'll let you get out!"

"If you go, I will wait for Your Highness at the alley in the evening." Song Beiyun patted Fo Baonu's head through the quilt: "Your Highness? Did you hear that? Then I will take my leave first."

And in the afternoon, when Song Beiyun sat at home and told Jin Linger and the others about the past few days, they all laughed out of their noses.

"Gongming, this is the cure for Houkai." Miao Yan said with a smile: "But it is very interesting. Do you think she will go to today's poetry meeting?"

"I don't know if she will go or not, but she must want to kill me."

Song Beiyun smiled triumphantly.

Chapter 403, September 9, 19

Logically speaking, it is impossible for Xiao Song to be invited to the poetry meeting of those Qingliu scholars.

What is that place?It was a place where the "most" knowledgeable people of the Song Dynasty gathered to dance and write, how could there be things like Song Beiyun mixed in there.

But they forgot that Song Beiyun was much better than them even if he didn't copy poems, but his skill points were all focused on survival and industrial development skills, and he didn't point out such things as poetry and rhythm.

On the contrary, it was Yan Shu. This guy was an all-rounder, and he had a lot of prestige among these young scholars, regardless of his background or family affairs.

So Yan Shu invited Song Beiyun over, and as the organizer, Yan Shu could tell whoever he wanted to, and it wouldn't be such a big deal if he didn't.

As for whether Xiao Song will be recognized, in fact, there is no need to worry too much. Those who can recognize Song Beiyun dare not provoke Song Beiyun, and those who dare to provoke him will never recognize him.

After all, the coercion of a factory owner is there. Anyone who knows him knows how powerful this guy is, so how dare he provoke him so easily.As for those who don’t know each other, how about saying a few words?After all, there are drummers and song critics in Hangzhou, and it is said that Jinling City can't lose a piece of meat.

"Your Highness, your bones are a little weak."

Xiao Song saw Fo Baonu walking towards him with weak steps from a long way at the entrance of the alley. Anu, who said that he would not go out even if he died, came out very honestly.

"Weakness is weak." Fo Baonu gave him a sideways glance: "I don't know how strong I am."

"Okay, you are strong." Xiao Song stepped forward to help her, but she slapped her hand away, so Xiao Song looked at her with great interest: "Why, you still hugged me yesterday Crying, why are you so decisive today? You are happy when you take off your pants, why do you turn your face when you put on your pants?"

Fo Baonu clenched his fist in one hand and waved at Xiao Song angrily: "Stay away from me."

She was really a little flustered, the Song dog in front of her was unreasonable, he would really do some things that violated human ethics, and she couldn't predict what he would say and do next, such as talking to others Getting along like that is useless to this dog, the only way is to stay away from him.

"By the way, Your Highness. Isn't it hard to say, why did you come here while shaking?"

"I want to go and see if the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival in the Great Song Dynasty requires you to nod?" Fo Baonu carefully followed behind Song Beiyun, and he stopped as soon as he stopped, keeping a safe distance of about three meters: "Get away from me farther away."

"There's something wrong."

Song Beiyun didn't talk to her anymore, and just walked to the agreed place on his own. Today's poetry meeting was held in Yan Shu's own house. Compared with Song Beiyun, Yan Shu's life was actually more comfortable.

Although his house is not as big as Song Beiyun's ready-made house, after all, Yan's family is a prominent family in Jiangxi, and he came from a high-ranking family. Now he is an official and married the daughter of Zhao Xiang's family. The supporting facilities are definitely not bad. There are thirty or forty maidservants and servants alone, plus a housekeeper from his hometown.

On the other hand, Song Beiyun, because he was too cautious, even though he was qualified to use maids and servants, he didn't want any of them. He basically did everything at home by himself. In comparison, his quality of life was not as good as Yan Shu's. Qiaoqiao also complained, but there was nothing she could do... because the more people there were, the greater the chance of a risk crisis, and Xiao Song did not allow this to happen.

When he came to Yan Shu's mansion, this was the second time he came here. The last time he came, Yan Shu hadn't turned into a pig.

"That's it." Song Beiyun turned his head to look at Fo Baonu: "I'll take you in."

The housekeeper at the door saw Song Beiyun coming, and immediately welcomed him into the room politely. As soon as he entered, he saw a few people dressed as Confucian scholars in the inner hall playing the zither, which was quite elegant.

The rest of the people were either playing the trick of throwing pots, or writing riddles on small notes for others to guess, and they were having a good time.

Yan Shu is naturally the protagonist here. He was surrounded by everyone and didn't see Song Beiyun coming, and Xiao Song's visit to his house was no different from his own. He simply ordered his servants to order some wine and meat to sit down and began to chat with Fobao. The slaves sat opposite each other and ate.

The upper-class people in the Song Dynasty still maintain the habit of sharing meals, and the two of them did not attract much attention when they ate there.

"It's not bad." Fo Baonu took a small sip of the fine wine that he brought: "It's quite a literary style."

"That's it?"

Song Beiyun spat. He naturally prefers the hardworking young people in the workshop. In terms of status and status, those young people are no worse than those here. People are smelting steel, and when people here are playing with words, people in the workshop are testing medicine by themselves.

For a country, it is self-evident who is more important than others.But Song Beiyun didn't say anything more, just smiled disdainfully, and started to eat the meat with big mouthfuls.

Fo Baonu seemed to be very interested in the grand occasion in front of her. She stretched her head and looked around, and occasionally nodded frequently when she heard the poems and words, with a smile on her face.

"Look at other people, they are poetic and picturesque. Look at you, swearing all day long." Fo Baonu teased Song Beiyun: "If you have the ability, write a few songs for me to see, and spend all day thinking about those tricky and weird things , not doing business properly."

"Yes, yes, I don't do my job properly." Song Beiyun didn't bother to talk to her, poured himself a glass of wine and leaned on the cushion, looking at the imposing appearance in front of him: "That's great, Shengshi Ankang."

While talking, a few actors came outside and began to dance to the music. Song Beiyun liked to watch this the most. He smiled and looked like a boss.

"You are..."

"Do you know which poem by Taibai I like the most?" Song Beiyun turned around, lay on the ground on his side and looked at Fo Baonu with his head propped up on one hand: "The pattern of a poetic immortal is broad and far-reaching, and one sentence makes people enter Baiyu Beijing."

"Oh? Which sentence?"

Fo Baonu is actually a literary youth. She has loved poetry since she was a child, and she loves the bells of the prosperous Tang Dynasty even more. There is no poem in the world that she has not read, and she has also analyzed it in detail. Fairy, she is naturally interested.

Song Beiyun didn't speak, but just drank tons and tons of the jug of wine in front of him. This is all distilled wine from the workshop. Even Xiao Song's drinking capacity will inevitably make him drunk. He went directly to Fobao Nu's lap, ignoring her pushing and shoving, pointing a finger at the round moon outside: "Poems written by the Immortal Poetry, you should read them drunk."

After finishing speaking, he tilted his head, with a drunken whole: "Yun Xiang clothes, Hua Xiangrong."

When he read this sentence, he was seven parts drunk and three parts mad, and stretched out his hand to pinch Fo Baonu's chin: "The spring breeze blows the threshold, dewy and thick."

Fo Baonu shook his hand away, but his voice had already attracted many people, because of the drunken wildness mixed with the atmosphere of the reception, it made people dream back to the Tang Dynasty in a trance.

"If not, see you at the top of Qunyu Mountain." Song Beiyun loosened the chin of Beifo Baonu, and stretched out his hand to grasp the moon in the sky: "I will meet you at Yaotai under the moon."