The noise in Jinling City is still continuing, and it has never stopped since the word "see you on the battlefield".

It has been fifteen years, and this is the toughest voice made by the entire Song Dynasty. It is not only facing the Jin Kingdom, which occupied the 13 states of the Song Dynasty, but also facing the Liao Kingdom, which occupied the vast northern area.

A word of looking north is enough to ignite the depression in the hearts of the people who are fed up with cowards. They have no way to vent. The only way is to ignite the firecrackers that will only ring during the Chinese New Year, and Jinling City is filled with joy.

Zhao Xing, who was separated by a palace wall, obviously heard the noise outside. He took the eunuch Wang and walked up to the palace wall. Looking at the crowded crowd at the bottom, Zhao Xing asked curiously: "Is this? Win?"

"I must have won when I go back to the official house."

Zhao Xing smiled and covered his sleeves: "It's OK to win, it's OK to win. How long has it been since I Dasong?"

The old eunuch dared not accept this, and he couldn't accept it. He could tell Zhao Xing, "Officials, we haven't won for fifteen years, hehe." Isn't this seeking death?

"Since Uncle Fu stopped fighting, I, Dasong, have never won any more games. Today is good... not bad."

Zhao Xing seemed to have feelings, and he stood there and smiled, then sighed quietly: "It's just a matter of **."

"The official family...the weather is deeper and it's time to go back."

"Well, come back, I will summon all the talents to the palace tomorrow, and I will give it a good reward."

"The old slave received the order."

Just as they were about to go down, a little eunuch ran up, and when he was going up the stairs, he fell and hit the ground with his knees so much that he grinned in pain.

"A bastard, hurry up and have no manners!" The old eunuch rebuked angrily: "If you disturb the Holy Deportation, you deserve to die!"

"It's okay, it's probably here to report the news." Zhao Xing laughed: "Don't be so fierce and scare people."

The little eunuch first kowtowed to Zhao Xing and apologized, and then told the original story of what happened during the competition. Then when the song Man Jianghong was read to Zhao Xing, he was obviously stunned. He turned around and held the railing on the palace wall and looked at the dark night sky.

"When I start to start, clean up the old mountains and rivers." Zhao Xing muttered this repeatedly, with an inexplicable smile on his face, but his eyes turned red: "What a clean up the old mountains and rivers, what else did they say?"

"Then Yan Shu said that he not only dared to say but also dared to do it, and one day he would meet with the envoys of the Jin Kingdom on the battlefield."

Zhao Xing took a few deep breaths, smiled on his face, and sighed: "The soul of the Song Dynasty will never be destroyed, but he is happy. I'm afraid there will be a quarrel in the court tomorrow."

"Official family..."

"Forget it." Zhao Xing waved his hand: "Young people should have the blood and energy of young people. If he wants to be happy, let him be happy. If he wants to be happy, let me fight those unhappy things."

Of course, this is not all the report. It is said that when the Jin delegation left, someone threw them with something. Although the imperial guards "strengthly" pursued them, they still ran away. The Jin delegation is now negotiating with the Minister of the Honglu Temple, hoping that the Song Dynasty can give an explanation.

"What about Song Beiyun? It seems that he didn't do anything?"

"This poem was written by him...and let Yan Shu read it." The little eunuch explained: "He also took the lead in insulting the Jin Dynasty mission."

Zhao Xing was stunned for a moment, and then laughed happily: "I knew! I knew! This guy is a bastard who is afraid of the world's chaos."

"The official family needs an old slave to say hello to him? If you let this guy make trouble, something will happen."

"What are you saying hello?" Zhao Xing walked back with the support of the little eunuch and said to Eunuch Wang: "How long has it been since my Song Dynasty had such a flamboyant person since Uncle Fu? I am not afraid, what are you afraid of? It's better to be more flamboyant, my Song Dynasty has no choice but to retreat. Tomorrow I will meet Song Beiyun and Yan Shu well."

"Neither of these two people is a good deal."

"Then I want to see how much fuel they can consume." Zhao Xing walked towards the bedroom with his hands behind his back: "By the way, Wang Fan."

"I'm here."

"You said, what if Song Beiyun and his ministers were asked to confront each other last time?"

The old eunuch was stunned, and then said in shock: "Officials, you must not be sure... This boy is still a young bud. If he speaks abruptly, his life will be difficult."

"That's right, that's all. I'll do it."

At this moment, Song Beiyun and Yan Shu were surrounded by a group of people at the table, and the North Po seemed extremely excited while drinking. Not only did they win this game, but they also breathed a sigh of relief to the entire Song Dynasty.

Not to mention, although Yan Shu disdains to join these people, the atmosphere tonight was so good, and Yan Shu couldn't help but drink a few drinks.

But at this moment, as the leader, he was supposed to have appeared to condolences to the prince of the Wang family, but no one knew where he went, but he knew that there would be no one when he ended. However, because his performance today was really disappointing, it was like a bag of wine, almost without saying anything throughout the process, and even when he was insulted by the Jin Dynasty delegation, he was always timid and sat there without moving.

So even though he was not present, no one mentioned him, perhaps because he was unhappy, or because he had complaints about him, even Beipo did not take the initiative to mention the movements of the Wang family’s son.

The focus of the audience today is Song Beiyun and Yan Shu. They were so compliments that Song Beiyun and these people naturally had seamless connections. After all, they had been on the pleasure boat together, but Yan Shu obviously couldn't stand this compliment. He just drank alone.

"Uncle Tong, you have made great contributions today. The Linchuan prodigy is indeed well-known." Beipo is obviously a socialite character. He deals with everyone, keeping the scene lively: "Your song is full of red rivers and is like a refreshing sound, which makes people feel comfortable as if you drink a glass of cold sake in the day of the day."

Yan Shu frowned slightly, he turned his head and looked at Song Beiyun, then chuckled: "What kind of talent am I? This talented man of Song is the well-deserved number one in the Song Dynasty."

"Oh! Nonsense." Song Beiyun slapped the table: "Why are you scolding?"

Yan Shu didn't react at once: "Where did I curse people?"

"You said I am the number one in the Song Dynasty, isn't this just a swearing?" Song Beiyun said impatiently: "Stop being sarcastic, otherwise you will have no place to seek justice if you get beaten."

Yan Shu really has no choice but to be rude with this guy. He has long considered Song Beiyun. Among the literati, this guy is probably the best at fighting. In the ranks, this guy should be the one who is the best at talking. Yan Shu feels that he can't beat him. And according to his seniority, if he really beats him, he will really not even have a place to make an aggrievance. It's useless to beat him.

"Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you." Yan Shu poured himself wine: "I'm the number one, I'm the number one, right?"

Beipo looked at the two of them and found it very interesting. They were fighting for the title of first place, but they seemed to be unwilling to take on the title.

But after thinking about it, Beipo felt that he was actually quite sad. Although he was known as the number one talented man in Luzhou, it now seemed that he was more dying than others. Whether it was Song Beiyun or Yan Shu, he was qualified to be called a talented man. It depends on his slight attitude and his attitude of phoenix songs laughing at Confucius. This is the well-deserved talented man.

Beipo thought about the pokes that the dogs used to praise him in the past, but now he feels so embarrassed when he sucks carefully. What’s more important is that he once thought that he was really what those people said. He got up all day long and was full of snow, and he was the only one in the sky and under the ground. It’s ridiculous!

"By the way, where is Mr. Wen Sheng?" Song Beiyun asked with a scratching face, "I have never seen him since the beginning."

Beipo's face turned dark at that time, but he couldn't say anything. After adjusting his emotions a little, he smiled and said, "Brother Beiyun, don't be worried. Brother Wang thinks that it's because he is unwell and goes back first."

"It's not suitable." Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "He should be in charge of the overall situation."

Haha, even if this sentence is lit a powder keg, the talented men around who represent the war in the Song Dynasty heard the four words of presiding over the overall situation, and with the help of drinking, they began to collectively bombard the Wang family's son.

"Hmph, just because of him? He is just a little bit of the fame of Wen Shenggong. You all, tell me what he did today? Drink tea, watch dramas, and don't say a word. Just this? He is still in charge of the overall situation. If it is not Mr. Song and Mr. Yan who save the scene today, we don't know how to end it."

A talented man from Zhangzhou said indignantly. His words resonated with many people at the same time, and many people began to echo, just like the criticism and controversy of the prince.

Seeing that the situation was going out of control, Beipo quickly began to exonerate the Wang family’s son, but the results were minimal.

"Ha, a few days ago, I saw him and a group of playboys going to the Moon Tower. Who doesn't know what is in the Moon Tower? Apart from the fairy woman, it's the elixir that makes people fascinated. I want me to see that the grandson of the Shenggong Wen family is probably following the playboys to take the pills. Look at his posture tonight, does it look like he looks like after taking the pills?" A talented man from Luzhou stood up angrily: "Is this person worthy of being a leader with me? Is it worthy of letting me listen to the dispatch? Ridiculous! Shameful!"

When talking about this, the people around him became energetic and started inquiring, while the North Slope sat there awkwardly.

"Brother Beipo, do you take this matter seriously?" Song Beiyun frowned: "Didn't I tell him not to obey those things anymore? Why did he..."

"Oh..." Beipo sighed: "Who can persuade him to live? Brother Wang's father had left early, and he was the only grandson in his family, and he was a single child, and he was a lot of favor. In addition, Wen Shenggong is almost 80 years old in recent years, so who can control him?"

Song Beiyun shook his head silently: "This is really hard to save the gods."
Chapter completed!