"Huguang is familiar with one's life, and the world is full. Huguang will definitely be a big granary in the future, and the Northeast region will also be an indispensable grain base in the future."

Song Beiyun sat there and described the ideal picture in his future heart to Zi Shibu, and softly outlined a picture of rice floating towards him when the spring was shining.

Zi Shibu didn't interrupt, but just held her cheek and looked at the dog man beside her. I don't know what happened. The more she looked at this person, the more she liked him, the more she liked him. When she was young, he didn't have such charm, but as he got older, he became more and more charming.

What he said would be nothing more than a dream if he puts it on others, but Song Beiyun said it was so credible, as if everything was in a plan, and his words were conclusive.

"How long will you stay when you come back this time?"

"I don't know, if there were no accidents, I might have been to Lianyungang in the middle of the journey, and I would have been here to die at other times." Song Beiyun lay on the lawn with one hand on his back and took the purple-style fan to block the dazzling sunshine: "I am thirty years old, and I can't be with my family. We Chinese people pay attention to self-cultivation and family governance and peace in the world. Now I am going to start managing the family."

Zi Shibu sat there looking at the distant sky with her knees in her arms: "My father wrote me two years ago to seduce you."

"Hook, just hook it. I only eat bait but not hook it. If you put the bait, just slight mouth."

Zi Shibu smiled so hard that her branches were trembling. When others saw this scene, many people were stunned because in their impression, Mr. Fujiwara was always serious and tall. Although he was a daughter, he was widely loved. Her talent and aloof personality were already her symbols. But today I saw her sitting next to a man and smiling like this.

The nature of human gossip is engraved in DNA, so more and more people are beginning to discuss Mr. Fujiwara's affairs, and even the boy who invited him to watch the worry-free eyes frequently.

The Persian cat felt a little uncomfortable when she saw this scene, not because she liked Song Beiyun, but because the difference in treatment was too big. How could she be worse than Fujiwara? Why wouldn't she be driven away but she was not allowed to get close to her?

"By the way, I've read all your masterpieces."

"How is it?" When Zi Shibu heard it, his eyes were almost beaming, and his shiny appearance was somewhat cute: "Let's listen."

"Well, how do you say it, your vision is still a bit narrow. You should walk more and look more and expand your horizons. What is the biggest problem here? You regard the culture of the Central Plains as Han culture, but in fact it is not. Han culture is not only the Han culture, but also the Chinese culture. It is mobility, change and inclusive. The cakes you like to eat are the cakes of the Hu people, the porridge you like to drink is the porridge of Lingnan, and the clothes you wear are modified by the Dongrong, but they are now part of the Han culture and are inseparable. If you divide it, the pure Han culture should cut off the heads of you, the barbarians from the East, and cook them in a copper pot to worship the sky. This is wrong, especially with the mentality of your small islander, which is wrong. The reason why China is China is not only because it is big but because it embraces all rivers."

Zi Shibu was told about it, but she didn't seem angry, nor did she mean to argue, and just continued to ask, "What about the others?"

"The others are okay, they are more objective and fair. As for this mentality issue, we need to change it. Overall, it is good. Only the articles of you and Fan Zhongyan will be attracted by them in the past two years."

I don’t know how happy Zi Shibu was to be praised by this. You should know that the person in front of him was Song Beiyun. He was a famous minister of the Song Dynasty. He was once a famous scholar in the world. He was the best talented man in the world. He was the best scholar in the world, and he was excellent in writing, and his poems and songs. He is still taught in college classes. That was only what he wrote at the age of nineteen.

After seeing him, Zi Shibu realized that this talent is really not something you can catch up with by hard work. His articles can still make them amazed in front of mediocre people. If he is a little unceremonious, it will be a lot of nonsense.

She had read the Shuanghua Qishu in the newspaper back then. The witty words inside are still something that the literary world is still talked about. At a glance, Zi Shibu knew that one of the flowers was Song Beiyun's literary style.

"Do you remember what you touched me back then?"

"Oh, just talk about articles. Why do you think this is for?" Song Beiyun frowned: "Why don't you play according to the routine?"

Zi Shibu just smiled: "I just really don't understand. How could such a talented man and famous man look like that?"

"It's right that you don't understand. The beauty of the world is nothing more than the snow in Changbai Mountain, the waves by the East Sea and the big girl's legs."

"The despicable thing." Zi Shibu cursed, but his expression did not dislike: "What about now?"

"Why should I answer you? Are we familiar with each other?"

"Aren't you familiar with me?"

“Are you familiar?”

They were chatting here, but the people in the distance could no longer hold back and discussed the identity of this man. However, the Persian cat had already begun to act. She pretended to be inadvertently walked to you, Li Qin, holding a newly bought kite in her hand, and sat down with a angrily angrily, just under a tree less than three meters away from Wuyou's group of boys and girls.

She doesn't have to do anything. As the ceiling of Chang'an's appearance, she just needs to sit there. It seems that even the cherry blossoms are not as bright as hers.

Who can withstand this? Especially those boys, not everyone can have super powers when sitting in their arms. No matter how many books they read, they can't withstand the surging hormones in their bodies. Facing those boring little sisters, a sexy big sister is a dimensional reduction blow to the little boy.

Almost all the men's eyes were quickly attracted by Mr. Fujiwara from the old tree, who was in the middle of the old tree, to the Persian cat with the beauty ceiling of Chang'an. She seemed to transform into Mokani Beluchi from Sicily in an instant, and all her actions were captured by dog ​​men, including Li Qin, who had been bragging to Wuyou before.

The Persian cat did nothing, but just unbuttoned the neckline because it was hot, and more than half of the little boys around switched to sit.

"Who is that?"

Someone next to him asked his companion with a strange look, and his companion also understood it and said, "She seems to be a saint butterfly... Chang'an City is very famous."

When I heard Song Beiyun say that he was an ordinary person, Zi Shibu was as disgusting as if a fly flew into her mouth and was chewed by her...

Are there ordinary people like this in the world? Is there any kingly law? Is there any law?

Soon Wuyou felt bored, so she got up and came to Song Beiyun. Regardless of whether he was talking to Zi Shibu, she complained: "It's better to chat with her senior brother if you are talking to Zi Shibu."

"Are you interested? What did you do just now?" Song Beiyun didn't even rush to the air: "I saw you pull out the lid of the glass bottle."

"It's quite tight."

Song Beiyun was speechless for a moment... he didn't know how to continue. However, Zi Shibu took out a bottle of can from his picnic basket with curiosity and handed it to Wuyou: "Can you perform for a while?"

"Who is this?" Wuyou asked curiously: "Senior brother is looking for a new sister-in-law again?"

“Bad talk.”

Zi Shibu also lifted her hair awkwardly from beside her and glanced at Song Beiyun with a squint eyes: "I missed the best time."

"Oh, what do you mean? It seems like you had a chance before."

"Bang"

With a dull sound, the canned food in Wuyou's hand was pulled out by her again. Zi Shibu was stunned. The first time she saw someone who could have such power... And this person was a girl, a beautiful girl.

"You, you!" Song Beiyun said with regret: "You can't unscrew it properly?"

"We are waiting for the children of the world, unscrew it? Who do the senior brother look down on?"

Zi Shibu took a breath and changed her gender silently in her heart. If she was a man, seeing such a girl... no matter how beautiful she was, she would have to retreat.

"Senior brother, it's so boring. Tell me some stories to listen."

"What do you want to hear?" Song Beiyun took the canned fruit handed over by Zi Shibu and put it in his mouth: "Why are you still like a child?"

"I want to listen to monsters and monsters. Last time you said that the woman who took the ride was very good, and I was so scared."

"The silver-backed gorilla is not worthy of fear." Song Beiyun thought for a while: "Then I will tell a story about the smell of corpse."

When Wuyou heard this, she immediately sat up and leaned against Zi Shibu, looking full of anticipation.

Before Song Beiyun could start speaking, a gust of fragrant wind suddenly came. He looked back and found that the Persian cat was coming.

"The little man is so boring." The Persian cat lay directly on Zi Shibu's legs: "It's still interesting that the old man is. Tell me, I have to listen to it too."

Song Beiyun felt that the atmosphere was strange now, because at the beginning he was just lying in the sun, but before he knew it, the best girls in the audience were around him.

He didn't know why, but this was definitely a public enemy.

He was really curious about why this was.

When Song Beiyun was free, he would tell horror stories to his family, but he would not compile such stories into novels because he wrote them in his writing style too real and fearful. If they were spread, they would be a lot of urban legends. Some people even use these stories to do evil.

In fact, there are templates for telling horror stories. For example, the story of a woman who rides a carriage tells a woman who rides a night out on the road, and then the next day, he found that the coachman was dead on the side of the road and his body was rotten.

This is a fake story, and to make it sound real, you need to install a reasonable shell in the framework of this story, such as accurately as a city, a road, or a person, and the background must be dark, and it is better to add some wind and rain. In this way, the result of adding virtual women and openness to the real background is ultimately the source of fear in urban legends.

Similar stories include stories such as No. 6 Zhuque Street, Chang'an. Urban legends include No. 6 Zhuque Street, which existed in the Tang Dynasty. Later, the family died tragically under Zhu Wen's butcher knife. The process was as bloody as it was. It was said that Zhu Wen would be like this and that for fun, it was extremely bizarre. Then the house was abandoned from then on, with the door locked, and every resident who moved in would hear a terrifying sound in the middle of the night.

But in fact, No. 6 Zhuque Street is Song Beiyun's home... but he doesn't live in the princess's mansion! The bullshit Zhu Wen killed people. The place turned out to be an old house of a former Tang noble. Later, people sold the house to the official. No. 5 Zhuque Street is Kuang Yusheng's home, No. 7 is the home of Pei Yulong, the general of Chang'an City Defense, No. 8 is the home of the old Linggong of the Zhe family, No. 9 is the Zhu family of the King of Xixia in Chang'an, No. 1 to 4 is the royal family garden!

Where did the haunted come from?

But the people like to hear it, so urban legends naturally emerged. Song Beiyun, who is well versed in his knowledge, created stories on such a framework, and he could write more than 800 ghost stories a day.

But girls don’t care about this. It’s enough for them to be afraid and cute, so no matter what age, they all take Song Beiyun’s trick.

At the beginning, these three people were still afraid of listening, but there were more and more people behind them, and they were basically girls. They sat there, crouching into a ball, all of whom were afraid and wanted to hear.

Otherwise, girls are the cutest little animals in the world. They are almost scared to cry, but their eyes are full of expectations.

The girls got together, and in the eyes of the boys, Song Beiyun was a heinous bastard.

They wanted to rush up and kill Song Beiyun in seconds, but they were worried about losing their reputation as a petty person.

So the boys who had no girls gathered together for a while and then someone suggested that since it was a spring outing, it would be better to write some poems, songs and essays to help you liven up.

Their voice was loud and they thought they could bring back the girl's heart, but who would have thought that those sisters were immersed in the fear atmosphere of "the smell of that woman is a bit like rotten meat and a bit like corpse smell", and they had no interest in poetry and songs at all.

After a story was told, they were obviously not satisfied. They were all coquettish and asked Song Beiyun to say a few more paragraphs. The girls were not just acting coquettish, but they were just acting coquettish instinctively. Moreover, they saw that Song Beiyun was older and dressed well, with an elegant and noble temperament, so their favorability could be said to be full of popularity.

"Let's rest for a while, I'm a little tired too. Aren't you competing with poetry and essays there? You guys go over and have fun."

This way, the girls left in disappointment. After the girls left, Zi Shibu sighed: "You are really capable. You can't do anything they can do, but it's easy for you."
Chapter completed!