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Yesterday's chapter sparked some discussion, mainly about the core values. A reader used a sentence pattern like "No, no, no, now people believe in xxxx". In fact, I can answer positively here. Not only are there people who believe in it, but there are also many people who believe in it, and there will be more and more in the future.

Of course, he has his own understanding and statement, which has no meaning in discussion, because it was said in yesterday's chapter that different core values ​​must be irreconcilable contradictions, which is why debate is meaningless. Whether some people think it is a demand or a means, these are all manifestations of different values, regardless of good or bad. For example, there will be dystopias, and there will be evil in others, and there will be good in others, but in the final analysis, I personally hope that the world is a beautiful world.

So now everyone understands why this battle in the book must be fought? Because there is no possibility of win-win cooperation and not agree with the other party’s thinking model from the bottom of their roots.

As for the reader, don't mind, because the Tao Te Ching teaches that "the light and the dust are combined are called the mysterious and unity." The thoughts of ancient sages should be old bottles of new wine in this era, inheriting and carrying forward and innovating, so your understanding of the world is right from your perspective, and I hope everything will be fine.

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He is almost forty years old and can't withstand such a blow of prey. Song Beiyun, who was lying on the bed and hitting a splint, suddenly realized that he was no longer young, and was not the young man who could turn over with a kite on the ground.

The Buddha Baonu broke two ribs with anger. After all, he was the strange woman who was riding the horse and was almost a little bit of a wolf.

However, Song Beiyun was not unfair. He used his decree to coerce Fo Baonu to retire and did not discuss with her at all. Although he promised to ensure his son's ascension to the throne, the problem is that everything is suddenly interrupted now. Who can ensure the current stability of the Liao Kingdom?

Song Beiyun said he came, but it was Liao Kingdom after all, not Beiyun Kingdom. The throne was Fo Baonu's lifelong obsession and demand. She turned herself into an orphan in order to protect herself and the throne, but this position was lost in the moment because of a word.

She felt that Song Beiyun would use this opportunity to push Song to annex Liao, and if so, she would fight to the death.

"Oh, if you say no, you won't. This requires a long coordination period. Unification must be unified, but it really doesn't have to be in my hands. It depends on what my son means." Song Beiyun lay on the bed and looked at the deep resentment of Fo Baonu. "You are not young anymore, why can't you enlarge the pattern a little."

"I'll stab you to death with one knife now, and the situation will be big." Fo Baonu's hands were hanging on his knees, and his expression was very unhappy. "And what's going on with you now? You're actually injured."

"I haven't practiced for ten years, sister. I'm different from you. I don't have so much time to dance with swords and guns. Do you know how busy I've been in the past ten years." Song Beiyun covered his chest and breathed carefully. "Are you satisfied now?"

Fo Baonu saw that Song Beiyun had white hair, and she was also a little... a little unknown. In a trance, she returned to Hangzhou City and saw the energetic boy. It was the first time they met, and it was because of the person in front of her that she had come to this day.

At that time, she was still the "big prince", with a frivolous temperament and a rogue style, but since she met the guy in front of her, she realized that there was really someone outside the heavens.

But this person who has been looking up to her for the rest of her life now has white hair and vicissitudes, and her eyes are no longer as clear and bright as before, and there is less cleverness and weirdness and enthusiasm.

"You're old, too."

Fo Baonu reached out to touch the white hair on Song Beiyun's forehead and sighed quietly, with an unconcealed sorrow in his tone.

"Yes, yes, hurry up." Song Beiyun struggled to get up. "Come and get the hair cream. I have to dye it black quickly. Aunt Hong should come later."

Fo Baonu asked in confusion, "Why do you want to be destined? How old are you, don't you think you have any idea?"

"I have a clue, but if Aunt Hong sees my hair still black, she will feel that she is not old yet." Song Beiyun took the palace maid and handed over the cream. "Come on, Anu will help me dye it."

Fo Baonu sighed and dyed the white hair on Fo Baonu's forehead and temples little by little. He stood in front of the mirror with his chest covered and looked back and forth, "Tsk tsk, it's still so beautiful."

Fo Baonu rolled his eyes, "You are so disgusting."

Not long after, I heard a message from outside that Aunt Hong was coming. Fo Baonu led Aunt Hong in. When she saw Song Beiyun's embarrassed look, she became angry and said, "Why are you so angry? You are so big? Your son will have to ask for a wife in two years? Are you still so heartless?"

"Oh... I fell down, it will be fine in a few days." Song Beiyun lay there and said indifferently, "Aunt Hong, I want to eat bacon three steamed pork."

"You can eat it." Aunt Hong's crutch was squeezing on the ground a few times, then turned to Fo Baonu and said, "Anu, you'll take care of him here. I'll go and cook the meal."

"Aunt Hong, do you still do it yourself? Just let the subordinates take charge of him. He is also worthy of your own cooking?"

"Oh, he is picky about food, but he is not used to other people's food."

Aunt Hong left slowly, while Fo Baonu came back and complained, "Aunt Hong is already sixty, you still ask her to cook, what about your conscience?"

"Your son is back and wants to eat the food you cook, do you make it?"

"I don't know." Fo Baonu spread his hands and said, "I really don't know."

"Okay, you've been chatting to death."

Although Song Beiyun was injured here, the investigation work was still carried out one after another. Under Miaoyan's appointment, they first checked the records of that year. Although more than ten years have passed, Wannian Palace is the imperial palace after all, and various receipts and bills are still very specific.

So they found that the imported telescope was tributed by Geng Damo, who was then the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue.

But troubles followed... Geng Damo passed away seven years ago. Although he had asked his nephew, no one remembered where this thing came from.

At that time, Chang'an had already been an international city. There were millions of merchants coming and going a year. It was even more impractical to find such a person than finding a needle in a haystack.

So all clues come to an abrupt end here.

There was no progress in the whole ten days.

"We will expand the scope a little longer and post it directly, saying that if people who know this logo will be rewarded."

However, Song Beiyun's proposal was quickly rejected by Miaoyan. She believed that if this kind of thing was released rashly, there would be many problems. People who knew this thing would not appear on the initiative because they were worried and afraid or even escaped.

Then when it comes to Song Beiyun's trouble, he pondered for a moment and turned around and asked, "You are an emperor, what are you good at?"

Fo Baonu, who was sitting on the carpet playing with his daughter playing with building blocks Song Beiyun bought, raised his head and looked at him indifferently, "I don't deserve to be the emperor."

"She is still angry." Song Beiyun said helplessly to Miaoyan, "I have been angry for a long time."

"If it's changed to me, it's not as simple as being angry." Miaoyan shook his head and smiled, "You are too impulsive. Now the Liao Kingdom must be in chaos."

"No, you have to believe in Han Qi's ability. That's a master."

"Okay, I won't discuss this anymore." Miaoyan held his cheek and looked at the copied pattern in front of him. "Wouldn't it be better if he could use the civil organization to find it?"

Song Beiyun frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly straightened up, "It's really true!"

Of course, the Soup Bread Sect is no longer worthy of. Such a loose social welfare institution is the only use of eroding the stability of sects in other countries. But the problem is that Chang'an is a place of thousands of sects, and it is not a big problem to ask religion to help.

He first asked someone to find the leaders of various religions together and distribute the things, asking them to help find all clues about this pattern.

And just afternoon that day, the Persian cat came to the door to ask for a meeting.

The Persian cat is now at the age of 2Joro and is becoming more and more beautiful. Because she is a saint, she will never get married for life. Therefore, although there are many suitors, she is still alone.

Seeing the Persian cat again, she looked carefully for a while and sighed, "Mr. Song hasn't seen him for a long time."

"It's only seven years." Song Beiyun smiled and said, "Sit."

The Persian cat sat down and took out the pattern from his pocket that they wanted to find. "I got this thing from the head teacher in the morning. Is it what Lord Song needs to look for?"

"Well, what? Is there news?"

The Persian cat nodded, "I felt familiar at first glance, and I felt that I had seen it somewhere. Later I remembered that a blond and blue-eyed Hu man posted this pattern everywhere, but because of his language, no one understood what he was saying."

Song Beiyun's eyebrows were clustered and he looked up and down at the Persian cat...the blue-eyed Hu man.

"It's not me, it's not me." The Persian cat waved his hand quickly. "It's a man, but definitely not a Persian. I can't understand what he said."

"How long ago?"

"Ten years? Yes, it should be ten years. I was just eighteen years old that year and still remember it fresh." The Persian cat said firmly. "Later, no one seemed to take it seriously, and no one remembered it anymore."

"Okay, come with me."

Persian cat is a folk god, and she likes the information network. Sometimes such people are more informed than official news.

After an afternoon of visits and verification, Song Beiyun soon received a definite news that this pattern did appear ten years ago and was posted by a lunatic man.

But no one knows where the Hu man is, he doesn't remember his appearance, his characteristics, or his name.

However, when the clue was broken, things suddenly turned around. There was an apprentice in Chang'an Medical Center and suddenly found Song Beiyun and told him that he had an impression of this Hu man.

It turned out that the Hu man was treated in their clinic, and the person who took him to the clinic was the coachman of Lord Song back then. Therefore, the clinic attached great importance to this at that time, for fear of being a little negligent, so he was so concerned about this matter.

"My coachman?"

Song Beiyun was also stunned, "No..."

"It's true. When Lord Song's coachman came here, he just told him to cure the man. At that time, the master said that the injury on the man was caused by the carriage and horse, and it must be that the coachman hit the man."

After saying this, Song Beiyun slapped his forehead at that time. He finally remembered it. Hundreds of chapters ago, one night when he went out, it seemed that a foreigner was hit by his carriage, but that was the man who blocked the carriage at night, which was similar to seeking death.

Later, he personally ordered that the person be sent to the clinic...

Song Beiyun slapped his thigh in annoyance, "Mom..."

"Later, after the Hu man woke up, he started talking nonsense. We couldn't understand, so he drew the pattern of Lord Song with paper and pen. Although I was only eleven years old at that time, I had a deep memory."

Song Beiyun clenched his fists and continued to ask, "What about next, where is that person?"

"The man seemed to have heard that it was because he was too crazy and asked the city defense to arrest him. I don't know later..."

When Song Beiyun heard this, he immediately became passionate. He immediately called the general of the city defense.

Ten years have passed, and the city defense force has been replaced several times, and even separated the responsibilities of the city defense and police departments once in the middle, but in theory, this record needs to be permanently preserved.

"Go and flip."

Song Beiyun said that the people below must be broken. There are many people in Chang'an, and there are many things, big and small things, and provoking troubles happen every day, among which the Hu people account for about 20%.

This is not a small project. The entire police yamen and the city defense yamen lighted the lights all night that night, and the dilapidated records were carefully compared and verified by them.

This busyness lasted until noon on the second day, and finally the records of this incident were found in these dusty records.

Then the police yamen quickly presented the thing to Song Beiyun. The records above were about ten years ago. The Hu man was locked up because he was crazy. He was imprisoned for about two years before he was released. Originally, his crime was not that serious, but he was crazy and speechless. So when the commander saw that he was pitiful, he imprisoned him for a few more days and asked him to learn some skills in prison and have a meal.

In this way, he worked with others in prison to reform. After learning some techniques and some simple languages, he was released.

"Xiaguan is really not sure if he is still alive, even if he is alive...Xiaguan doesn't know if he is still in Chang'an City."

Song Beiyun frowned and gently knocked on the table, "Try to find it, I'll wait for good news for you. This person is very important, so be careful."

"The official understands."

The head of the police yamen understands the significance of this. You must know what level of person Song Beiyun is now? To be honest, he is not an emperor now, and he is better than an emperor. An emperor comes to investigate something himself, and you can imagine the importance of this.

If he could handle this matter for him... wouldn't it be just around the corner? So the police yamen was particularly savvy about this matter. In the next few days, even a mouse in Chang'an was almost questioned by them...

And with such efforts, things finally ushered in huge good news. .
Chapter completed!