Jin Ling'er is a sensible woman. She didn't procrastinate too much. She did take Song Beiyun's words as a joke before, just like what she usually said, but now she knows that Song Beiyun really won't leave with her father.

Fortunately, the previous joke was a vaccination for her. She was not the kind of unreasonable person, but she was a little depressed for a while. After all, girls were somewhat sad about spring and autumn, and they were indeed reluctant to leave here.

"I have had a really bumpy life. From Bianliang to Jinling to Luzhou, I am going to Fuzhou in a blink of an eye." Jin Ling'er leaned against Song Beiyun and looked at the moon in the sky: "The bright moon shines north and south, I don't know when I will return..."

"Don't worry." Song Beiyun hugged her waist: "Where is me, I will definitely go to find you, I can't tell you in the future..."

Song Beiyun glanced at the little fish sitting not far away with the dog-tail grass, leaned into Jin Ling'er's ear and whispered: "Do you remember what I said about wanting you to be an emperor?"

Jin Ling'er's body trembled: "Just kidding, you..."

"I'm not kidding, but what I'm most worried about now is that the royal ruthlessness is fulfilling. If you really get to that point, I can't say that you will become a thorn in your side. I haven't figured out what to do at that time."

Jin Linger shook her head vigorously: "Don't think about those things..."

"You have to think about it." Song Beiyun poked Jin Ling'er's head with his hand: "If there really is that day, you must be prepared to fight me."

"I don't, why do you have to fight? Even if...even..." Jin Ling'er glanced at Xiaoyu with a squint eyes, then lowered her voice and said, "Even if there is one day, I will let you rub the little bell in private."

This girl is cute and cute here. She doesn't mean she is beautiful or not, but that kind of... a very rare variety. It can be said that the existence of Jinling is absolutely rare even in ancient and modern times.

She is smart and studious, but she is always just playful. She has lived in honey pots since she was a child but is exquisite and has neither the spoiled bad habits nor the clever little tricks of making herself smart.

Although she was weird and naughty when she first met her, as time went by, she could actually find that she was actually a well-behaved baby in her bones. Everything she did was just for fun and fun. As long as she met this small requirement, she would become a unique and good child in the world.

Song Beiyun touched her hair, and the two of them didn't talk again for a long time. They were not talking about the sadness that was about to part. In fact, there was nothing sad about this. Although Luzhou is 1,600 miles from Fuzhou, they could run back and forth at any time as long as they were willing.

It is not convenient for Jin Ling'er to come, so Song Beiyun can just go and play. At worst, I can praise it for a fake and take Qiaoqiao and others to Fuzhou to eat sea bass.

"I don't care about that. As I said before, Qiaoqiao, Qiaoyun can only add a small bowl." Jin Ling'er quietly whispered to Miaoyan not far away: "That, no."

"Okay, okay." Song Beiyun sighed: "She is just my partner, not next to each other."

"You guys..." Jin Ling'er snorted: "There is no one in the world who dares to put his hand into the princess's lapel when she meets for the first time."

"Didn't you say that? I couldn't help myself at that time, and the evil fire suddenly became so angry that I couldn't control it. Don't talk about me anymore. There was no dog man I had met for the first time, so I could do it."

Jin Ling'er didn't say anything, just whispered a little. After all, the atmosphere was so good, and those nonsense to the dog man were very unsightly.

However, no matter how good the atmosphere is, His Highness the Princess must not stay here. Moreover, she will be busy these days. There is still a lot of money in the Princess Fund that needs someone to operate. If she cannot handle this matter well, something big will happen.

"Don't be too late to worship Confucius tomorrow."

"You go too?" Song Beiyun sent the princess to the entrance of the alley: "Didn't you say that you won't let the woman in?"

"It's time to change the rules." Jin Ling'er shook her long hair, swept across Song Beiyun's cheek, turned around and sat in the sedan chair: "Song Jieyuan, don't have to send him far away."

"See you tomorrow."

"Um."

The sedan chair was raised, Jin Ling'er poked her head out of the small window and looked at Song Beiyun, waved her hand reluctantly, and Song Beiyun kept watching her reach an invisible place before turning back.

"Have you sent away the little lover?"

"Jealous?"

Faced with Miaoyan's joke, Song Beiyun was too lazy to make trouble, so he leaned on the rocking chair: "You said, how could this girl be so cute?"

"I'm cute too." Miaoyan played the playing cards in his hand: "You have been trying to get a deck of playing cards in your camp for half a month?"

Song Beiyun sighed and said, "It's much harder than I thought. The steelmaking furnace was blown up sixteen times, the steel poured nine times, and there were countless other minor accidents. Five thousand guan per month was smashed into it. You can calculate it. According to the exchange rate of 300 soft sister coins for one month, this month is more than one million R&D expenses. This does not include labor, food, consumption, etc. If you count it all, 7 thousand guan will not be able to stop. The money is like flowing water. You have to know that this is not high-end, but just a steelmaking furnace."

"It's high-end and sophisticated." Miaoyan smiled and said, "For this era, it's high-end and sophisticated! It's enough to change the country's destiny. I'll go to Jinling City with you."

"What are you doing? What should you do in your business here?"

"It's time to expand the new market." Miaoyan lay on the side of the bamboo bed, holding his head with his hands: "But I don't plan to open a chicken shop anymore. I plan to build a small theater and do some things in the field of culture and media. By the way, I will help you stare at some craftsmen, after all, I am your fair wife to the outside world."

"I'm at a loss." Song Beiyun looked around with Miaoyan: "I haven't taken advantage of this title yet."

"You are not a person who speaks with conscience, and dog men are like this." Miaoyan turned around and ignored Song Beiyun: "I live here today and don't want to move."

"Okay, squeeze with me."

Miaoyan looked back at him: "Ha."

In the end, Song Beiyun did not succeed. He was rushed to sleep in the same room with Yusheng again. Because they were going to attend the Confucius Festival tomorrow, they chatted for a while and then went to bed.

This Miaoyan is also a strange person. When the two are alone, they will take advantage of it. She will not say anything. Occasionally, she can help Xiao Song solve some small problems. However, once in front of others, she will appear pure and unparalleled. Not to mention taking advantage of it, even if she is close, she will try every means to drive away Song Beiyun.

So, she is also a type with some problems, but this is also good, and it saves a lot of trouble... everyone saves trouble.

There are actually many requirements for Confucius's sacrifice in the morning, which is so scary that it is. Song Beiyun and Yusheng got up early to prepare after the third update.

Both of them were selected dancers. Because they were the first and second, they were the leader of Yiwu. Because they were worshipping Confucius, this Yiwu was the eight-legged dance. There were eight people on both sides and vertically, and a total of sixty-four people, plus two people on the leading dance.

When dancing, hold a feather in the right hand and a robe in the left hand. The clothes for the lead dance are even more particular. They should wear a black robe on their body, a horn-exposed head, and soap boots on their feet. From top to bottom, there are crowns and ceremonies, clothes, single liners, large belts, green shoes, and pantyhose all have crimson. The clothes for the lead dance are embroidered in front and back, and yellow sacrificial scarfs are also matched around the neck. The more grand you are, the more grand you are.

Generally speaking, it takes more than an hour to tie your hair with a tall shelf, and it takes more than an hour to dress up, and it takes more than an hour to walk to the Confucius Temple, so it is not too much to say that it is not enough to start the third day.

This is actually a disguised parade of top scholars. Anyway, the streets will be crowded with people, with dancers walking in front and music playing the sacred throne behind. A ox cart is driving in front and chimes singing chimes. The slap is full and the specifications are soaring.

The two leading dancers are the ones who stand next to the chimes and waving their feathers throughout the journey. This is not the end. After arriving at the Confucius Temple, a series of sacrificial activities will be carried out. In short, it is so troublesome that people want to cry.

“It’s more difficult than getting married.”

Song Beiyun complained while wearing clothes: "No wonder Li Taibai asked Feng Ge to scold Confucius. I think he should be either scolding Confucius or scolding the red tape."

"Hey... you should take good care of your mouth." Yu Sheng said with some displeasure: "Today is a sacrificial ceremony. Many people may not be able to participate in the whole life. You can practice it well."

Song Beiyun sighed in despair and looked at the silk robe with sadness.

"Today, Wen Shenggong came in person, and there are many high-ranking officials coming to Jinling City. Don't do anything extraordinary at the ceremony."

Song Beiyun was educated by Yusheng, but he yawned and said perfunctorily: "I know, I know, I just dance."

After the fifth update, the sky began to brighten, and the beating man began to become soft and weak, but Song Beiyun and Yusheng were about to go out at this time.

They were wearing funny and complicated clothes, and walked on the bluestone slab with a serious expression. Yusheng kept reminding him: "You must be sure to pay attention to your demeanor today."

"Did you say you have to gather at the other end of the governor's mansion first?"

"It seems like this." Yu Sheng nodded and said, "More than 1,200 people will travel to the Confucius Temple in parallel."

Song Beiyun shook his head silently, feeling so troublesome that he took off: "Where are those scholars who have returned to their hometown? Will they be punished?"

"I don't know." Yu Sheng shook his head, then turned around and began to tidy up Song Beiyun's appearance: "Don't suddenly suck the wind, remember."

"I know." Song Beiyun scratched his nose: "If Wang's family, his eldest grandson will definitely arrive, right?"

Yusheng nodded and said, "It's coming every year."

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There are two more leaders today, so don’t worry, two big guys, I will fall into the ranks of extra updates tomorrow and the next two days. This is a typical weekend overtime...
Chapter completed!