The three major gambling shops in Jinling City suddenly all showed their hands, and they bet on who will lose and who will win tomorrow.

Although everyone says that there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts, it is clear who wins and who loses in both sides' literary battles. The participants of both sides were also furious. Everyone actually hung up signs, and the top showed the strength curve with a clear hexagon.

Poetry, couplets, rhythm, quick wisdom, arithmetic and calligraphy, these six categories are combined with the famous brands of talents from the Song and Jin Dynasties, which attracted a large number of onlookers for a while.

At this moment, the shopkeepers of the three major gambling shops were all sitting together, and in front of them was the big shopkeeper of the Xu family's capital, and next to the big shopkeeper was Song Beiyun.

"What's the matter? That's the case. Now it depends on which end has a higher odds. Don't you all have the same odds. How many odds need to be different, and you still need to attack each other. There is only one day, so you must be fast, so fast they don't have time to think about it."

"But the second boss." The shopkeeper said with some embarrassment: "No one is sure of this now. If you lose money, how can you explain to the boss?"

Song Beiyun is the second shareholder in the Xu family except Xu Li. The Xu family is different from the Jin family. The Jin family is old and has a huge family. The Xu family took advantage of the ride-sharing of Qingjun and became half a "red-topped businessman". The old man of the Xu family is a rich man. It was said that he was a dock on the pier. Now the old man is in poor health, and Xu Li has successively taken over the banner, so this rich second man is now the big boss of the Xu family group.

"Tell me, can I make it lose?" Song Beiyun slapped the table: "Do you question me?"

"I dare not..." The shopkeeper knew the erratic temper of the second boss, and even said he did not dare: "I need to inform the boss at this time."

"When you know, the daylily is cold, I will take all the responsibility. You can do whatever you want, I will take all the losses." Song Beiyun stood up: "Remember, the market should be big, the confidence should be enough, and the publicity should be good. Get moving!"

The Xu family guaranteed the shopkeepers, so naturally there was nothing to worry about. Song Beiyun took advantage of the early time and then walked out of the Chamber of Commerce and headed straight to the old doctor's home.

"Junior brother, what's wrong? Today is the big trip."

"You didn't get a diarrhea and read the book, did you?"

"That's not possible." The old doctor waved his hand quickly: "Even if it was circulated to the disciples, there was a glutinous rice paper and I was present in person, such a treasure of the master."

"You will become a master when you come to your mouth." Song Beiyun glanced at him: "You are cunning."

The old imperial doctor laughed embarrassedly, and Song Beiyun was naturally too lazy to care about these things with him. This thing should belong to all human beings. Song Beiyun never intended to hide his own personalities in this regard, but he came this time with a different purpose.

"Senior brother."

"well."

After sitting down, Song Beiyun thought for a while, rubbed his hands and smiled, "Where is your grandson?"

"My grandson? I'm in the back hall." The old imperial doctor blinked: "I'm preparing for the spring exam."

"Perfect!" Song Beiyun snapped his fingers: "Can you lend him some money tomorrow?"

"Borrow him?" The old imperial doctor was a little confused: "What do junior brother mean?"

What is your intention? Turtle, who is that? That's Yan Shu. Not to mention this era, even looking at the entire Song Dynasty and even East Asian history, it is absolutely fine for Yan Shu to rank in the top 20. It may be controversial, but it doesn't matter. If you work hard to enter the top 10, and add some extra fuel, you may be able to enter the top 5.

This is an empire destroying dragon, a standard hexagonal warrior! This good guy, Tang poetry and Song lyrics have been as famous since ancient times, and the person who really created the aura of Song lyrics is this young master of the Yan family. Who are the three major Vajras under his command? Fan Zhongyan, Wang Anshi and Ouyang Xiu, the name is well-known.

This guy wrote more than 10,000 words in his life. He became the prime minister in regular history. Although at this time, due to war and political chaos, he could not become a child prodigy and a Jinshi at the age of fourteen, but his talent declined because of this?

"History of the Song Dynasty" says that he "has a rich and beautiful article, and he is very good at poetry, and has feelings for himself."

However, it is said that this guy is also a lazy and tempted person. He is definitely a playful person. He doesn’t know if he is lustful, after all, he hasn’t been in contact with him.

"I see."

After listening to Song Beiyun's narration, the old imperial doctor nodded and said, "Since that's the case, then I'll go find him."

After a while, the servant brought a slender and handsome young man to the hall. Song Beiyun looked him up and down. Although he was a little different from Yan Shu in his mind, he could roughly see a talented person, especially those eyes. Although he was drooping in front of his grandfather, his eyes were full of energy.

"Call me." The old imperial doctor ordered: "This is my junior brother, call me uncle."

Yan Shu gently glanced at Song Beiyun, and inadvertently showed a disdainful expression, but he still said honestly: "Uncle."

"I dare not, we will do our own thing. Call me grandpa, and I call you brother. You are two or three years older than me."

According to grade, Yan Shu happened to be twenty this year, which is a little older than the 18-year-old Song Beiyun, so he looks a little more mature.

"Junior brother, what's your place to do with this? Oh, I'll call you junior brother, do you call my grandson brother? Isn't this a mess?"

"Oh my god..." Song Beiyun waved impatiently: "You go and play the Wuqin Show quickly, I'll take your grandson out first."

The old imperial doctor curled his lips and stopped ignoring him, but as soon as he turned around, he suddenly stopped Song Beiyun: "Junior brother, come on. Senior brother has something to say to you, grandson, please wait outside."

Song Beiyun followed the old imperial doctor aside with a curious look on his face: "What's wrong with senior brother?"

"I heard you are going to meet the Empress Dowager?"

"Maybe it, what's wrong?"

The old imperial doctor took a deep breath: "There are two things you need to remember."

"Senior brother, you said..."

Song Beiyun couldn't help but get nervous. After all, it would be impossible to be careful if it involves royal things. After all, there are still many rules here that are scary.

"First of all, the Empress Dowager is the biological mother of King Fu, but King Fu was raised by the Korean lady back then. This is a taboo and cannot be mentioned. The Korean lady died for more than 30 years, but she was always a thorn in the Empress Dowager's heart, and King Fu only recognizes the Korean lady as her mother. Second..."

The old imperial doctor looked around and approached Song Beiyun's ear and whispered: "The current emperor is a mule."

"Hold the grass!" Song Beiyun jumped back: "Do you take it seriously?"

"Then can he still have fake?" The old imperial doctor narrowed his eyes: "It must be caused by a young horse fall."

"But didn't it mean that the queen has?" Song Beiyun's eyes were shiny and snowy: "Holding the grass, is it so exciting?"

"So I specially remind my junior brother that if you see something, don't say it! Remember, don't say it."

"I'm so fucking scared."

"I'm afraid..." The old imperial doctor took a deep breath: "I can't sleep peacefully now. If this spreads, guess what will happen?"

"No need to guess." Song Beiyun waved his hand and said, "This is so exciting."

"When did you know?" Song Beiyun squatted on the ground, pressing his voice very low: "Don't you say it earlier?"

"I've always known it." The old imperial doctor also lowered his voice: "It's not easy to talk nonsense."

"oops……"

Song Beiyun scratched his head: "This royal family is too exciting, too exciting."

"What's more exciting is that Princess Ruibao is not the biological daughter of King Fu, but the King of Thailand." The old imperial doctor said in a divine manner: "The King of Thailand participated in the rebellion... was demoted to the common people. In order not to implicate his daughter, he adopted the child to King Fu."

"The King of Thailand...is he a tall and thin person?" Song Beiyun pointed at his cheek: "This one has a black-haired mole?"

"Have you seen it?" The old imperial doctor was stunned: "Oh... Yes, yes, you often go in and out of Fuwang's house. The King of Thailand is the son of the Korean lady, and the two are like brothers."

Song Beiyun touched his chin: "No wonder he was so concerned about Jin Ling'er's affairs, no wonder no wonder... How did Mrs. Korea die?"

"The Empress Dowager was poisoned to death..." The old imperial doctor began to hold his throat again: "I personally tested it back then, so I dare not say it. Don't say it. If it were said, King Fu would have to die on the spot."

"Is this royal fucking so much?"

"More than that... Emperor Taizong's descendants were not left. The rebellion at that time was to create the lineage of Emperor Taizong, just..." The old imperial doctor waved his hand: "Don't mention this matter again. Be careful yourself. Be with the king as if you are a tiger. Now it depends on you, junior brother, don't die."

Song Beiyun scratched his face: "I'm a little fucked."

"I'm trembling and walking on thin ice." The old imperial doctor sighed: "I have been here like this for many years, senior brother."

After walking out of the house, Song Beiyun's mind was still like a ball of mud. Several messages kept circling in his mind. First, King Fu and the Empress Dowager had no feelings for each other, but they were mother and son. Then Zhao Xing was a mule...

As for Jin Ling'er, he had known about it for a long time, but he didn't know that she would be the uncle's daughter. However, compared with Zhao Xing's mule, this matter could only be said to be boring.

Zhao Xing is a mule!

So who made the queen's belly bigger? The fun here is so great. Just this thing is enough to make the entire Wang family lose their descendants from then on, but at the same time, the Song Dynasty is probably going to be in a turmoil in advance.

Well... After weighing the pros and cons, Song Beiyun decided to temporarily suppress this matter. If he had the opportunity to see Zhao Xing himself, would he be a mule as his senior brother said?

"Uncle Tong, I've been waiting for a long time." Song Beiyun left the door, his face changed, and he had a smile on his face: "For the first time I met, I have nothing to give to you."

After saying that, Song Beiyun took out a promissory note of 10,000 yuan from the Xu family and stuffed it into Yan Shu: "Take it to buy some food and drink, just treat it as the New Year's money that my uncle saved for you over the years."

Yan Shu was stunned for a moment, looked down at the promissory note on his hand with the Xu family seal, looked at Song Beiyun blankly, and then his face immediately bloomed: "Uncle, where are we going?"
Chapter completed!