"Stop pulling it out."

Song Beiyun held Biluo's hand: "It can't be pulled clean."

Biluo sat next to her with sad face. Looking at Song Beiyun, who had white hair in her hair, she couldn't hide her sadness.

When I first met, Song Beiyun was full of energy, just like the sun shining at eight or nine o'clock in the morning, and his smile was like the spring breeze blowing on his face. After years of waving away, his temples had white hair hanging on them early.

Biluo understood that he was tired, really tired. He had to personally ask about all major and minor affairs of a country, from the people to the trivialities. He was in such a day, watching him turn from the lively boy in white clothes and angry horses to a middle-aged man, but everything was like yesterday.

"As a person, he always grows old." Song Beiyun put on his clothes and puts a corsage on his chest: "Today, the Japanese envoys come to see him, so he can't waste time."

"well……"

Biluo sighed slowly. He looked at Song Beiyun, who had been busy since early days, and felt a lot of emotion.

Song Beiyun was fine, because he felt that he was only 37 years old and still a vain year. This was the time when he was young and strong, and it was not yet a time to make people feel pitiful.

However, the old man was in a bad health some time ago, so he brought the old man to take care of him. Although the two of them often made noises, no matter what, the old man might be about to come.

He never said how old he was, but as long as he was still there, the title of the Great Doctor Immortal would not be the old man from the Yan Shu family.

Anyway, he should be a hundred years old. An old man of this age can still be so vigorous. Song Beiyun sighed that he was not as good as he was. Anyway, he felt that he would be almost as long as he lived to be in his sixties. After all, since ancient times, heroes were not allowed to turn white, so he didn't want people to see his old appearance.

Although he consciously was not a hero, and the bad things he had done in his life are still numerous and even a super scumbag, but in the end, Song Beiyun did not use any stupid moves in the next twenty or thirty years, the task of keeping history was completed ahead of schedule.

Now the whole country is actually relatively stable, and there is no difficulty when Zhao Xing took over. The group of people who are serious about new education have also grown up. Now the first group of people who are new education are already in their twenties and have gradually begun to become the mainstay of society.

Although Zhao Xing's speed has slowed down in the past two years, it has gradually begun to develop horizontally. Liao Kingdom was forced to follow his footsteps. This son of destiny is really helpless. Fo Baonu wants to resist, but as Song Beiyun said, under the turbulent waves, any objection is pale and powerless, because Zhao Xing is in the direction of the historical trend. His ideas and methods are scientific and slow. He does not make extremist mistakes, but is steadily transforming the world step by step.

Now Zhao Xing no longer allows others to call him emperor, but must call him comrades, everyone is a comrade. If there is no accident, the Song Dynasty will officially abolish the imperial system after this year.

It took seven years, from the time of proposal to the time this year, it took seven years. From the people to the Lords of the United States, they have already been accustomed to and adapted to the life without an emperor in these seven years. When this matter is truly on the table, it is actually nothing big.

The notice written by Zhao Xing has been on the front page of major newspapers across the country. The content is summarized as long as the people and the mountains and rivers from now on.

Is anyone opposed it? Of course there is, not only opposition but also storm to maintain the imperial system. A rebellion broke out in Guangdong and Guangxi last year, but it lasted only three months before it was destroyed.

In Zhao Xing's words, any act of resistance without a mass base belongs to the sophistry of the upper class to safeguard its own interests and is a doomed struggle.

Song Beiyun didn't even send troops throughout the process. Zhao Xing brought 70,000 workers, peasants and soldiers to put the rebellion down. After being caught, the man asked Zhao Xing with sad tears, "Why do you still want to arrest us?" Zhao Xing's answer was "Should you give me this trick, what do you want to do? How can you not know?" Then he pressed down on this agitation.

After that, Zhao Xing's small court gradually began to integrate with Song Beiyun's Jinling court. It is expected that the transition between the old and the new will be completed after the New Year, and the new system will begin to be flattened.

To be honest, Song Beiyun waited for a long time this day, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly. It only took seven years. He once thought it would require an arduous struggle, but now it seems that it is not. However, he also warned Zhao Xing that because there is no baptism of blood and fire, the more arduous struggle is still to come.

But Zhao Xing disagreed. He said that he would retire after doing this vote, and Song Beiyun would do the next thing.

Song Beiyun scolded him for an afternoon, and then Zhao Xing ran away after just turning around...

"It's you who are here to be the commander of the mission."

Song Beiyun saw that the person coming was actually Zi Shibu, and her official name is now called Kayasu Fujiwara, a very manly name, but it does not affect her charm.

"Yes, come and congratulate Song on going further."

Song Beiyun smiled, held his cheek with one hand and looked at Zi Shibu: "I haven't seen you for more than a year, are you a little fat?"

"Then I don't know, why not try it yourself?"

Song Beiyun laughed: "Okay, this is not the time to say that the letter of the country should be handed over to the letter of the country."

Everything was completed according to the regulations, and Song Beiyun had nothing to do afterwards. After all, they didn’t have to care too much about treating Japan. They were now stuck in a very uncomfortable situation by Ryukyu and Hokkien. All the struggles of the three countries of Fusang have to rely on the support and support of the Song Dynasty. If they are not obedient, they will be pinned to the ground and rubbed by the other two countries.

But Song Beiyun is a scumbag himself. When Zi Shibu came here two years ago, he was a treat, and then drank a little too much, and then...

But it is not a big deal. Whether it is in terms of identity or relationship, this is nothing. Zi Shibu is not a political expert, a thirty-year-old young literary woman, right?

Everyone needs to take the needs, but they don’t have to bear the responsibility. If the person in charge is still unhappy.

In the evening, Song Beiyun, as a friend, accompanied Zi Shibu to wander around Jinling City.

Jinling City is now like this year. In order to accelerate construction and improve people's living standards, infrastructure construction is directly full, so that the employment rate will naturally increase, and the most direct result is that the urbanization process is rushing.

If technology encounters bottlenecks, then construction will keep up with it. The economy will be full, and opportunities will always be given to those who are prepared.

Strictly speaking, about 60% of the East Asian region have entered the industrial age. Although the remaining 40% are a bit difficult, at least the future is promising.

"There is a different smell in autumn than in Chang'an."

It's coming again and again. This is the disease of the literary and artistic young woman. She insisted on saying that the wind in every season and every place has a different smell, and Song Beiyun couldn't feel it even after sucking out allergic rhinitis.

"Have you ever considered getting married?"

Song Beiyun's words made Zi Shibu frown: "How could you say such a thing?"

"Then what should you tell me?" Song Beiyun stood there with his hands behind his back, with a puzzled face: "If you ask me to do this, you will not come. If you don't marry me, you won't marry me."

"No, no interest." Zi Shibu shook her head, her long hair and clothing with a peaceful style fluttered with the autumn wind: "I don't care if I have a physical pleasure with you, I like the wind more."

Come here, come here, come here, this is the attitude. Song Beiyun sighed lightly, but he didn't say anything, and he couldn't say anything. This person can't say that there is something wrong with his brain, but the brain circuit is more or less difficult to understand.

If you like the wind, you can just lift the ashes from Mount Fuji, and you will rely on China to do this again.

"Are you scolding me in your heart?"

"Um."

"What did you scold?"

"You are so annoying!" Song Beiyun said, "I'll go back if I'm still walking around."

"This is Song Beiyun's character." Zi Shibu didn't care at all: "You go back, I'll just stroll around by myself."

damn it……

Song Beiyun turned around and left. Who is spoiling who is now? And Zi Shibu didn't care at all, and gently raised her sleeves and headed in the opposite direction.

When he returned to the mansion, Song Beiyun first went to see the old man. Although the old man was not in good health, he was in good spirits and was teaching a few little bastards to play five animals in the yard.

After seeing Song Beiyun, he stepped forward and grabbed his collar before he could escape: "I haven't been around for a long time, what should I say about that?"

"No."

Song Beiyun still refused: "I said something I didn't say, no one can change it. Don't say I'm unfilial. I'm filial to you enough, but I will never play with you for the rest of my life."

"As long as you agree, you can always control this country."

"I'm always being driven to the shelves now. You told me that I'll be here for the rest of my life? Impossible!" Song Beiyun raised his hand: "Please find another Gao Ming."

"Then you come and look for it." The old man was so angry: "The Changsheng Sect can't fall into your hands, right?"

"Hey, are you interesting? You obviously fell into your hands, but I didn't agree to you."

The old man picked up the crutch and chased him, Song Beiyun ran away. He finally ran to the entrance of the alley and finally got rid of the old man. When he turned around, he bumped into someone.

He looked closely and found that it was Zi Shibu's little maid who had followed her for the rest of her life and she was lying on the ground and screaming in pain.

"Why are you here?" Song Beiyun pulled her up from the ground: "What are you doing secretly? Where is your lady?"

"Miss, let me ask you if you want to leave a door for you tonight."

"Don't go." Song Beiyun walked out in anger: "No interest."

"Miss also said that you just need to go, and she will take you some fun."

Song Beiyun thought about it, turned around and left...

In the next few days, Song Beiyun had a little back pain, but he still did not lose his job.

He also took the time to receive representatives from the Dasong science and technology industry.

Although technology has not increased much in recent years, theories have begun to explode. Especially in the three years after the Third Master joined, many conjectures and assumptions have begun to be argued, and Fo Baonu always believed that his son was learning the art of imperial power from Song Beiyun here.

On this day, because the third master was going to do academic research here for a long time, he brought some of his belongings in Liao Kingdom. Fo Baonu was afraid that he would miss home and even sent some souvenirs he played with in his childhood.

The third master was sorting out his things in the room. Song Beiyun happened to be there. He leaned against the other side and smiled and said to the third master: "Third brother, actually my father is a little sorry for your brothers. You basically missed your childhood."

"Father, the country is in the first place, no one blames you." The third master smiled and picked up an object and said, "This is my toy when I was a full moon. I didn't expect my mother to keep it."

"Although your mother is both straight and stubborn, she really has nothing to say to you." Song Beiyun hugged her arms and smiled: "Come on, Dad, come and help you organize it."

"Thank you, my father."

As he flipped through, Song Beiyun took out a telescope. When he saw this telescope, he was stunned for a moment, and looked up and said to the third master: "This thing is also from you when you were full moon?"

"Well, these boxes are all gifts from envoys from various countries."

Song Beiyun nodded: "My father took this thing away."

"Okay..." Although the third master didn't know why his father wanted to take a broken monocular, he wanted to take it, so what else could he say?

Although Song Beiyun didn't say anything, his heart was beating now, because he had never avoided what he was most worried about, because there was a logo outside the monocular, and that logo was very unlucky. Although he was not sure now, he didn't have much contact after all.

So he took this thing to Hongwenguan, found all the Buddhist scriptures, looked through the ten thousand characters on it and compared them one by one, but in the end, no Buddhist mark was the same as it.

Liao Kingdom is a Buddhist country, so it is reasonable to appear such things, but this is something for the prince. Who has the courage to give the prince an unorthodox Buddhist symbol?

That means this thing is likely to be an imported product, but if it is an imported product...

"Fuck!"

Song Beiyun slapped the table hard: "I'm in trouble!"

His scream alarmed the students reading around him, but he no longer cared about that much and hurriedly walked out with the monocular lens.

Then I wrote a letter to Miaoyan and Zhao Xing, which contained the same five words: "If something big happens, come back quickly."

During the days when I was waiting for Miaoyan, Song Beiyun did not have a good sleep. Every time he fell asleep, he would be awakened by a nightmare because he knew... what he had worried about was not the delusion of nothingness but the real existence.

And this thing is not a good thing, which means that the things that were imagined before must be put on the agenda again. And if they are really written, they will be harmonious. Song Beiyun needs not only tanks, but also high-mobility covering weapons. He must not have any hope and mercy for this kind of thing. He must clean up the human cancer in the shortest time.
Chapter completed!