The storm was quickly calmed down due to the appearance of King Fu. The matter of the Imperial City Department was still not checked but the movement was much smaller. But everyone also knew what it meant to lead troops into the capital without permission, and Song Beiyun also knew it.

That night, he quietly visited King Fu. King Fu, who was drinking tea and reading, looked as usual, but Jin Ling'er's eyes were red with tears.

"You still dare to come?"

"What do I dare not come?" Song Beiyun sat opposite King Fu with a smile: "Prince, I have created a perfect link to clear the monarchy. You could have surrounded the imperial city directly and then killed the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the verge of the

King Fu turned the scroll in his hand into a scroll and slammed heavily on Song Beiyun's head: "You kill me a commander of the imperial guards!"

Song Beiyun rubbed his head: "I didn't know that even the Imperial City Office dared to move. This was a bit cruel. A secret agency killed the regular Long Live Army and could even poke it. Prince, can't you clear the king's side?"

King Fu picked up the teacup and took a sip, and said helplessly: "The Qing Dynasty was five years ago, three years ago, and two years ago, what was the result? The disease was in the skin, where the soup was ironed; it was in the skin, where the needle was reached; it was in the stomach, where the fire was reached; it was in the bone marrow, where the life was located, what was helpless."

Song Beiyun understood, but for a moment he had nothing to say. The mess in Song Dynasty is a bad game, and everyone is in control of the elbow, internal and external troubles, and governance is a mess, and it is a good thing to pass the blame and smear.

"It's hard to deal with." Song Beiyun sighed, "What's your nephew's fault?"

"Tomorrow morning, we will set out for Fuzhou."

After hearing this, Song Beiyun jumped up and said, "How can this be done!!!"

"Or what should it be?"

"I ignored the consequences." Song Beiyun sighed secretly: "If it weren't for a moment of impulse, it wouldn't have been."

King Fu shook his head: "What should come is always coming back. While I am still here, it is better to have such a game than to have such a game when I am far away from home."

Song Beiyun was speechless. This is the case in the Song Dynasty today. It was like entering the Southern Song Dynasty more than a hundred years ahead of schedule. The entire upper class was terrible, with complex factions and constant struggles.

If you think about it carefully, it is indeed as King Fu said, the meaning of clearing the monarch cannot be reflected at all. The country always needs people to operate. Since it is to operate, it must disperse power. What is power? Power is the root of corruption. Absolute power leads to absolute corruption. As long as this model continues to operate, there will be no good day.

Is there a way to solve it? Of course, there is nothing more than "Emperors do it, this year we will come to my house". At best, it is a crisis that has been a few hundred years ahead of schedule. Zhao Xing replaced King Fu, but the result is not much better.

But in this era, what kind of revolution is talking about in this operating mode, it is simply a bullshit. Where does the mass base come from? Where does the upper base come from? Where does the cultural base come from? Where does the economic base come from?

Looking for Miaoyan to read the history books, how many times have the reform and revolutions of all dynasties been successful? Without productivity, without various ground-rise buildings, talking about revolution? It is better to pull more than a thousand people to poke at which mountain, and encircle the land and make themselves king.

"It's hard." King Fu patted Song Beiyun on the shoulder: "I'll see you next time I see you. I'll give you something before leaving."

As he said that, King Fu asked Jin Ling'er, who was crying beside him to take a box. He opened it and found a book. King Fu handed the book to Song Beiyun: "Hold it, don't cause trouble for me again."

Song Beiyun held the book in his hand, looked through a few pages, and found that there were detailed tactics and tactics on it, what tactics were used in what situations were encountered, what tactics were used in what terrain, and some of the military characteristics, personnel distribution and adaptability in the Song, Jin, Liao, grassland, Tubo, Xixia and other regions, as well as the main ways to deal with cavalry when there is a lack of cavalry."

"Do you think I have been using luck for decades of war?"

"Don't dare, don't dare."

Song Beiyun took the book, got up and took two steps back, knelt in front of King Fu with a thud, and kowtowed three times solemnly. He stood up and smiled, "It's a pity that he came in a hurry, and he didn't bring chickens, ducks, geese and a good inkstone."

King Fu waved his hand indifferently: "There is no need to worship me as my teacher. I will give you this thing, just because my family is a daughter, so I must not let every daughter go to the battlefield, right? "

When Song Beiyun heard this, his eyes glanced at him and immediately realized what he said. He quickly asked, "Will Jin Ling'er leave with you?"

"I am really a very smart little bastard." King Fu smiled and shook his head, "She really won't leave. The Queen Mother is worried about me, so she will leave a proton in the capital."

Song Beiyun thought for a while: "I am actually sure that the Empress Dowager..."

"Shut up!" King Fu frowned: "If the murder can be solved, you still need to take action? Don't mention this. If the empress dowager is gone, the official of the Song Dynasty will be a piece of iron barrel."

"That's still..." Song Beiyun was about to answer the conversation, but suddenly he raised his hand and slapped himself: "I understand."

Without the Queen Mother's relative, wasn't the Song Dynasty's officials just an iron bucket? It's just that there was no emperor in the iron bucket, no Fu Wang, and Song Beiyun. Then the civil service system would run wildly on the endless grassland like a wild horse that broke free from reins, swimming in their own ideal country, and finally being stomped on the head by foreigners on horseback.

This is not a foolish fantasy. Literature is not allowed to take power. This is something that has been experienced countless historical arguments. In theory, a healthy dynasty is either a king who fought on the battlefield, or a minister who climbs up from grassroots step by step to the origin and has been through iron blood and tenderness.

If a group of ministers who have lived in the comfort zone since childhood meet a king who has never seen the wind and waves, the final result is nothing more than the old crooked tree behind the hall.

Is it difficult to govern the country? Of course it is difficult, just like the "appropriate amount" and "a little" when cooking. In addition to vague words, there is a high degree of control over precision. Moreover, a country is by no means as simple as upward and downward effects. Especially for a big country, even if it misinterprets policies a thousand years later, it will happen from time to time, not to mention this era of inconvenient transportation.

The Zhou family in Qimen County just touched the stones when crossing the river. At best, it was just a small stone in the shallows by the river. At most, it was covered with water plants and felt a little uncomfortable. The huge rocks in the deep water area were still poking there.

"You don't have to send me off when I leave tomorrow." King Fu said magnanimously: "It's just going to Fuzhou, not to go to some strange places, just like playing games. I didn't care about going to the north to drink ice and snow, and it's even more difficult to go to Fuzhou, which is full of soil and water."

"Your Majesty, you were twenty that year."

Song Beiyun's words made King Fu's momentum suddenly vent, and even Jin Ling'er was in a very bad mood and couldn't hold back her laughed.

Song Beiyun, who was kicked, muttered and asked Jin Ling'er to get a piece of paper and began to write things: "Since the prince gave me such a precious thing, I have to give it back."

After a while, a long list of prescriptions appeared in front of King Fu: "These are prescriptions for various diseases, and some life-saving magical medicines. King Fu can then transfer a few doctors from Luzhou who can use them together. At that time, I will post to the prince every month."

"mail?"

"The Xu family business naturally needs to expand the Fuzhou market."

King Fu knew that this kid would not be able to sit still again, but the prescription he wrote was really timely, and this thing was much more expensive than many things.

"Prince, if you are not accustomed to the environment and vomiting and diarrhea, you must remember the three things. Boiled water, rice, flour and seafood. Fuzhou is not too far away from here, and the climate does not mean that you cannot adapt. Just eat more seafood, if the prince can adapt, eat more, and if you cannot adapt, you will never eat again. After symptoms occur, you just need to maintain the eating habits here and you will be cured without medicine."

The reason for not being able to adapt to this disease is actually very simple. It is nothing more than that the intestinal flora cannot adapt to new foods, causing a large amount of bacteria and toxins to protest. As long as the eating habits are maintained here, it can naturally be solved. If you want the flora to adapt, you only need to gradually consume local food and then leave the rest to time.

This problem was actually quite common in ancient times because logistics and circulation were blocked. In the future, few people would have such problems. Social progress will not only lead to more diseases, but also many diseases. This is inevitable.

After both sides explained, King Fu didn't say anything more, but he didn't let Song Beiyun and Jin Ling'er be alone. After all, he will leave tomorrow. Today's daughter's time should belong to the family rather than Beiyun.

"Then I'll say goodbye first, by the way... Princess." Song Beiyun suddenly said before leaving: "The princess must not go. You have to let her stay here. One is to be a companion for Jin Ling'er, and the other is that she really can't withstand the bumps of the car and the boat. Moreover, I can only make her medicine, and others can't make her formula."

"Is there any such thing?" King Fu's face was deep: "I understand, you go back first."

When he walked into the yard, he suddenly turned back and leaned into the door: "Where is Qiaoqiao?"

"The next yard." Jin Ling'er pointed: "You can go there by yourself."

King Fu looked at Song Beiyun: "You should protect Jin Ling'er! If she suffers a little grievance, I will eat you raw!"

"Remember to dip it in soy sauce."

After Song Beiyun finished speaking, he ran away happily, and the Fu King, who was amused by him, looked at the little bastard's back and shook his head helplessly, turned to his daughter and said, "Now that, I'm afraid your mother will really be in Jinling City."

"Father..."

"It's okay, your mother is here to keep an eye on you, so as not to see the yellow-mouthed child when I come back."

"Oh..." Jin Ling'er immediately turned around: "Father, what are you saying?"
Chapter completed!