"Tubo sent envoys to discuss the marriage with our Song Dynasty."

A memorial from the Honglu Temple confused Zhao Xing. He had a toothache in the past two days, and when he heard the news, he was so angry that he suddenly came up.

"You tell me again? Kissing? I heard it right?"

"It's true that I'm going back to the official's house. The Tubo letter was on the way, and the envoy arrived first."

Zhao Xing held his chin with one hand and looked at the Honglu official at the bottom of his head: "What do they want to eat?"

"The envoy said: Tubo and the Song Dynasty have had a good relationship for the past generations, why not strike while the iron is hot and rebuild the alliance of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. I, Tubo, are willing to marry the princess of the Song Dynasty and call them the ministers of the Song Dynasty."

"Don't let it go!" Zhao Xing refused: "Go back and they said, I don't have time to deal with you Tubo now. If you want to be sanctioned, you will be sanctioned. If you don't want to be sanctioned, you will be honest. If you want to marry a princess, you will have no choice. The Song Dynasty does not lack the princesses of your Tubo. While I, the Song Dynasty, are still reasoning with you, don't jump, otherwise it will be Song Beiyun to talk to you next time."

The officials of the Honglu Temple were sweating coldly. As a foreign affairs agency, how could he not know what Song Beiyun meant in diplomatic dialects? He just was unreasonable. Now all the diplomats in the Song Dynasty learned that whenever they encountered something that could not be reached outside, they usually said, "Since that's the case, your country will wait for Song Beiyun and Lord Song to come and negotiate with you." Usually, such a sentence can solve 95% of the world's problems, and the remaining 5% will basically be solved in two days.

In other words, the three words Song Beiyun have become the "don't say that you are not prepared" in the diplomatic lyrics of the Song Dynasty.

This matter was originally unruly, but from the emperor to the ministers, they felt that these three words were better than any coercion and inducement, so they formed a subtle rule, that is, to directly sacrifice Song Beiyun when they couldn't talk, and at this time the other party knew that they had almost reached the bottom of the Song Dynasty. In order to ensure that Song Dynasty did not take the lead in using Song Beiyun, the two sides could quickly hit it off.

Tubo has somewhat skipped a bit during this period, because a few years ago, they had been in a group of tribes due to uneven distribution of spoils, mainly because of the unanimous trade issues of Tubo, such as yak meat and barley. Everyone wanted to do more business with the Song Dynasty, but the order limit for Song Dynasty was so large every year, and one hand of hunger marketing made Tubo break up.

Now it is difficult for everyone to take a breath because the orders in the Song and Liao dynasties have increased. So they seized the time to squeeze the Song Dynasty as before, and use the influence of Song to integrate Tubo.

You should know at this critical moment. Whoever wins the princess of the Tubo tribes in the Song Dynasty is equivalent to winning the world. These Zamps are trying hard to get one and a half princesses from the Song Dynasty.

But who knew that Emperor Song was so determined...

"Long live my emperor saying: The daughters of the Song Dynasty do not marry foreign tribes, and the men of the Song Dynasty do not marry foreign tribes. Tubo was once a Tubo, but the Song Dynasty did not marry each other. I hope you will respect yourself. Don't mention this issue again, otherwise the next time you will be Song Beiyun and Song Shaobao."

When he heard the three words Song Beiyun, the Tubo envoy was covered in white-haired sweat at that time. Although Song Beiyun had not personally ruled Tubo, his reputation had long spread throughout the plateau with the exiled tribes in the grassland. That was the gate god of the Song Dynasty and the demon god of the foreign tribe. When it was his turn to come forward, the country standing opposite him would have to die for half a life.

But the Tubo envoys were still a little unwilling to give up. They still wanted to win the last hope, so they put the issue of marriage and turned it into intermarriage between the two tribes.

The news was passed to Zhao Xing, and Zhao Xing didn't even raise his head. He said lightly: "Intermarriage is OK, but the offspring must be named, learn Chinese characters, and become a Chinese citizen. If a Han girl marrys a Tubo man, the tax will be doubled. If a Han boy marrys a Tubo woman, the tax will be exempted from all taxes, and each couple will be given 30 trump cards."

"this……"

"What's this? I can still let them choose now. Whether they have to choose in the future is still a question. If they are going to negotiate the conditions, they will be shameless." Zhao Xing threw down his pen: "I don't want to talk to the barbarians who are still using slaves. They are not worthy. You say that if you want the Song Dynasty to give them a good face, first abolish their barbaric serfdom, otherwise you will either accept the conditions like this, or you will shut up and pay tribute every year."

"I understand."

Zhao Xing sat there, watched the officials of the Honglu Temple leave and sighed: "Zhao Xinghao should have gone into the water... I don't know what Song Gou is doing."

He really wanted to go out for fun, whether he went to Chang'an or Lianyungang. When he went to Lianyungang, he could see the big ship he was thinking about. When he went to Chang'an, he could find Song Gou to have fun.

But when he thought that Song Gou was now free and happy and he had to go to and from get off work on time every day, Zhao Xing felt inexplicably wronged and irritable. He wanted to throw the red pen in his hand on his clothes and go to a foreign land several times.

But it really can't be done. There are still many things in the capital. This year's spring plowing is nearly twenty days later than in previous years. If there is a slight accident, this year's harvest will be in trouble. The section of Jingzhou, Hongzhou and Huizhou has begun to flood again. It can be said that the whole south is in a mess, and the disaster relief issue has to be investigated by Zhao Xing himself.

I won’t mention the trial planting of seeds from the Agricultural College. Anyway, there are so many things that are ridiculously...

Now he could only endure the disgust and continue to endure the boring palace.

"Song Gou, you should be struck by lightning!" Zhao Xing cursed angrily.

At this moment, Song Gou, who should have been struck by lightning, was standing next to a group of young teenagers. The warm sunshine above his head and the warm spring breeze beside him. Without going to work, he was as happy as bamboo shoots after the rain, so happy that he swayed with the wind.

"Senior brother, why are you shaking?"

"I was very happy when I thought that Zhao Xing must be sitting in the dark study room and was furious with a group of bald middle-aged people talking about how to deal with the tribute. "Song Beiyun smiled happily, and after laughing, she sighed: "If you don't believe it, look up, the sky will spare anyone. By the way, it must be raining in Jinling this season, dripping, wet, quilts, clothes and pants, and even the paper on the table is trendy, and it seems that it can be twisted out of water if you twist it."

Wuyou shivered when she heard this description. As a native of the Central Plains, she felt uncomfortable when she thought of the wet spring in the south.

From April to May every year, it is the day when envoys from various countries pay tribute. Song Beiyun has appreciated the smell of those envoys. Although they cannot be said to be dirty, after all, they have to clean up when they meet the emperor of the country, but the smell of them cannot be solved by cleaning them alone.

I especially remember that one year, Song Beiyun received envoys from 36 countries in the Western Regions, Dashi and other places. The group of people were dressed up cleanly, but they still had a smell on their bodies. The smell was not as good as those on Persian cats.

Some people have strong sheep smell, some have choking cumin, some are eye-catching cow sluts, and some even have a stinking stinky urine. Oh... At that time, I was in that room, my eyes were so smoked that I couldn't open it, and I could feel a stream of black smoke coming out when I opened the window.

When Song Beiyun thought that Zhao Xing was now surrounded by such a group of people, he felt as sweet as if he had eaten honey.

"Why don't this brother come and have fun together?"

While Song Beiyun was watching the fun, a handsome little guy suddenly stepped forward and shook his eyes at him and said, "I just saw my brother dancing and looking at him, I think he is also very talented."

"No, no," Song Beiyun waved his hands repeatedly and said, "I just watched the fun. If I have limited talent, I won't be ugly."

His words attracted the next teenager's cheers, and someone shouted loudly: "Brother, you can't underestimate yourself. Everyone saw it when you were just polite."

Come on, the little boy is jealous.

Song Beiyun laughed out loud, but he didn't care. The boy's performance when he was jealous was so cute, and his aggressive and exclusiveness made people feel extremely interesting.

"It's really not. You guys first think about the vocabulary cards. I'll go to the other end to buy something for everyone to quench their thirst."

Song Beiyun left, and Wuyou immediately followed and said angrily: "Senior brother, they all said that, why don't you give them some colors?"

"Silly girl."

Song Beiyun bounced her head and chuckled: "I must be unable to bear it if I am still a teenager, but I am thirty. In my opinion, they are the me who used to be. Who would be angry with me in the past? The teenagers' little thoughts are cute. They will be jealous of small things and will be angry about being stolen from the limelight, but they are just dissatisfied, and the teenagers should be like this."

When he came to the stall outside the park, Song Beiyun wrapped all the drinks on the stall. Because of the widespread promotion and popularization of sugar, white sugar and yellow sugar are no longer a luxury for wealthy families. They have long been the former swallow of Wang Xietang, who has already flown into the homes of ordinary people. The wisdom of the working people is always unfathomable. After the sugar is available, beverages will naturally become popular.

Just like this drink made of cherry blossoms, sugar and mint, the taste is particularly bright and the color is deeply loved by girls. The grassland milk tea has also been changed from adding salt to adding sugar, and small meatballs made of sweet potato flour are also added. It is a magical drink tailor-made for girls.

Song Beiyun packed all the drinks that were in his eyes and even the car selling things, and pushed a car into the park with Wuyou.

"Hahaha, senior brother, you are really cute." Wuyou pushed the car and looked at Song Beiyun: "How could anyone like you be?"

"If you come out to play, you have to be happy first." Song Beiyun took a sip of milk tea: "This sunny thing is not enough, don't make things difficult for yourself."

Back to the same place, the teenagers racked their brains to think about it, while Song Beiyun gave them drinks bowl by bowl.

But when Li Qin saw Song Beiyun who was busy and Wuyou who was busy beside him, his eyes were a little strange.

The reason for eating someone's soft mouth is eternal. In addition, the boy doesn't have that much thought, so he thanked him one by one after taking Song Beiyun's drink. Most of the original resentment had already dissipated.

"Awesome."

Zi Shibu walked forward, picked up a cup of cherry blossom tea and took a sip, and looked at Song Beiyun with a smile: "I'm still thinking about what you will do, it turns out that it's costing money."

"Hahahaha..." Song Beiyun leaned against the tree, held a bowl and drank the milk tea in one go: "Everyone comes out to play, just to have fun, the gunpowder smells too strong, but it will be laughed at by someone."

"You don't go fill in one song? It's just Linjiangxian, you'll definitely have no problem."

Zi Shibu kept urging fire because for her, the young people wrote some exaggerated and nothingness, and they were praised by them because they were unsightly.

She spent a lot of money to buy Song Beiyun's handwritten manuscripts. The manuscript is still treasured at home and will be taken out from time to time. Now she meets Song Beiyun herself, and she is very looking forward to seeing Song Beiyun's new work.

"How deep is the courtyard? The clouds, windows, fog pavilions and springs are late?"

"What about the back?" Zi Shibubu widened his eyes and asked hurriedly: "You must have thought about it all, right! Tell me quickly."

"No, hahahahahaha..."

The Zi Shi Bi felt very uncomfortable. Although there were only two sentences, a little bit of it tasted good, but it was just that the person lost his head...

"You're going to be anxious!" Zi Shibu stomped his feet and said, "Please, give it to me."

"You are so vulgar." Song Beiyun picked up a piece of cherry blossom cake and ate it next to the tree: "It's really gone, I just don't remember these two sentences later."

"You did it on purpose!"

Zi Shibu was very angry, but she knew that she would never let Song Beiyun continue to recite, so she could say that she was quite uncomfortable.

Of course, Song Beiyun really can't remember it completely. After all, many years have passed in a flash. Li Qingzhao's poems have not been remembered much. In recent years, he has been filled with Yan Shuben's slutty poems.

What is "The flowers fall helplessly, and the swallows return like familiarity" What is "Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, climbing the tall building alone, looking at the road to the end of the world".

The key is that Yan Shu will ask him to change the lyrics now, this is a slut... And he can change his lyrics by himself, he is just a copywriter, so how can he be able to modify other Yan Shu's lyrics?

At this time, the cheers of the young men rose. Song Beiyun stepped forward and saw that the most outstanding one among them was Li Qin. He was chanting his lyrics while sneaking around Wuyou, as if he was reading it specifically for Wuyou to listen.

But Wuyou is just a silver-backed gorilla with a beautiful girl's appearance. She is completely insensitive to this love thing. When people recited affectionately, Wuyou is pouring milk tea into a jar, imitating the heroes of the world in that ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton ton

"You sister... is so interesting. She is celebrating her with love."

Zi Shibu covered her mouth and smiled, looking up at Song Beiyun: "Do you think she listened?"

"Ha! It's so good!" Wuyou put down the jar of wine and wiped his mouth with his sleeve: "Comfortable!"

"It seems that there is no..." Zi Shibu shook his head and said, "I'm sorry that young master of the Li family."

"Senior Brother, they are not happy at all when they are chanting something. It's not as good as the songs you sang at home with senior brother."

"What did your senior brother sing at home?"

"I think about it..." Wuyou thought for a while: "I remember half of it. I felt very casual in front of me, and that was like my children in the world."

"Tell me, tell me."

"Don't listen to the sound of the leaves piercing through the forest, why not sing and walk slowly. Bamboo sticks and straw shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? A raincoat is a raincoat and rain will last forever." Wuyou finished speaking and turned around and asked, "Senior brother, right?? I remember you always sing this."

"Ah..." Song Beiyun touched his nose.

Zi Shibu paused for a moment, then screamed in surprise: "It's this smell!"

After saying that, she rushed to Song Beiyun and said seriously: "I want half of the verse left!"

"Oh, I sing some small songs casually, there is no second half of it."

"Just tell me..."

Zi Shibu actually started to act coquettishly: "I remember this sentence in your handwritten copy. I can't see the second half of the poem. I've been feeling uncomfortable for many years!"
To be continued...