It had been five days since King Fu left, and a team of 5,000 people followed him to Fuzhou. Although he was not allowed to send him off the day he left, Song Beiyun still took Jin Ling'er outside the long pavilion from dark weather to dawn.

The moment he saw his daughter, the iron man like King Fu, who killed countless enemies in front of the formation, could not hold back his tears. Then he might feel a little embarrassed, so he shouted that he was old and ran away in a hurry.

In the next few days, Song Beiyun was actually a disguised confinement. Now that the limelight has not passed, it is not good for him to go out and show off again, and only Miaoyan can accompany him every day.

Xiaoyu went back to report his work because of such a big thing. However, this report lasted for several days and didn't know what he did. Zuo Rou was locked at home and refused to let him out, and even implicated Zuo Fang. According to Qiaoyun, who came to report, the two siblings would look out every day on the fence on the window with their hands, and they looked like rabbits in cages.

As for Jin Ling'er and Qiao Qiao, the day after King Fu left, he was summoned to the palace by the Empress Dowager. Jin Ling'er insisted on bringing Qiao Qiao with her and saying that she was afraid that she would be implicated by Song Beiyun outside. Song Beiyun agreed with this. After all, the limelight is in full swing now, and no one knows what will happen. I don’t know why, maybe it is to compensate King Fu, so the Empress Dowager is particularly fond of Jin Ling'er, so she will be so fond of that kind that even if the queen makes things difficult for her, she will summon her ancestors.

There is no need to worry about this. After all, no matter how many conflicts the Empress Dowager and King Fu are, they are also blood relatives. Being by the Blood Relatives is probably the best protection for Jin Ling'er now.

So suddenly, Song Beiyun became a lonely man who could only cook hotpot with Miss Chicken King.

"It's a bit cold this year. I could only wear a single clothes a while ago, but now I can't stand it anymore." Song Beiyun put a slice of mutton into the pot: "You eat it, why are you laughing at me?"

"It's okay." Miaoyan ate a piece of meat and looked up and asked, "Then what happened to the Jin Dynasty envoy?"

"What else can it be done? I was yelled by King Fu and didn't dare to let go. The next day, I ran back and I guess I would prepare to launch troops to attack the Song Dynasty after I went back."

"It won't be that fast." Miaoyan shook his head and said, "According to the current plot, you are the little butterfly that caused this storm."

"Nonsense." Song Beiyun said firmly: "I have to be considered a white swan with flapping its wings."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly looked up at Miaoyan: "You said, who would have thought that such a thing would happen in the future?"

Miaoyan leaned on the chair and pondered with chopsticks in her mouth.

"Don't hold chopsticks in your mouth, it's disgusting."

"You kiss your mouth, but you feel disgusted by chopsticks?" Miaoyan chuckled: "Twist."

"It's right, it doesn't matter." Song Beiyun stared at the red charcoal fire with his eyes straight: "Actually, I have several branches to go now. I can be an official here to do wind and rain, or I can go to Fu Wang to do wind and rain, or I can hide in a corner and keep my head busy and rain. Give me your advice."

Miaoyan is a wonderful person, a comprehensive and wonderful person. Not only is her body, but her mind is definitely a first-class one. Song Beiyun has become accustomed to communicating with her in the general direction, because it is simple, efficient and convenient, and her logic tree skills are definitely the best and most practical time traveler skills that Song Beiyun believes so far.

"You may be an official here in the first year. The first year of your three-year agreement is to be used to lay the foundation. You need to have your own team. King Fu gave you craftsmen, but craftsmen are useless. You need more people. These people must perform their duties like gears, so that you can have the right to speak in this world."

After Miaoyan finished speaking, he raised his head and picked the rice grains from the corner of Song Beiyun's mouth and put them in his mouth: "How do these people come? Relying on your friends? It's not enough. Not to mention that it's been raised from children. It's too long, so it's the next five-year plan. So these people can only cultivate trust and feelings during the period when you are an official."

"But scholars in this era are all stinking shit."

"Your sentence is like wearing tinted glasses to look at people, prejudice! There is no essential difference between this era and any era in the past and any era in the future. Since your thinking has a fixed trend, there must be people who do not follow the fixed trend. The Yan Shu you said, the yellow...yellow...what do you say?"

"Huang Anwei."

"Aren't these two people a typical example? You think it's survivor bias, in fact, it's more likely that big data screening is not up to standard, but what do you use to participate in big data screening now? You don't have resources, you must have a certain sample in your hand to screen. Then the screened people use their network for secondary screening, which is a virtuous cycle. Why is it said that a person cannot fight against the big era? It is because you don't have enough resources, unless you are a magic weapon and unparalleled, one punch, one atomic bomb, and one kick and one big earthquake, otherwise you will be a big prophet and it will be difficult for you to change the future."

Song Beiyun became silent. Miaoyan said that there was no problem. No matter how strong the individual power was, if there was no resources, he was just a fantasy. Just like his own teacher, he had no problem with Su Qin and Zhang Yi, but what about? He was regarded as an old madman and wasted his time in the countryside.

This is because there is no resources. If he has the resources and luck, the Song Dynasty should now lead horses and feed sheep on the banks of the Danube River. However, it is obvious that the Song Dynasty did not. Not only did it not, it was not, but it was huddled in this corner by a natural chasm of the Yangtze River, and a large number of civil and military officials thought that the world was peaceful and unparalleled in the prosperous era.

"Okay, okay, I won't put too much pressure on you, just know what to do." Miaoyan put down his chopsticks: "As for you as an official, I will find a way for you to pave the way."

"Do you think of a way? What can you do?"

"Fengyue Field is my home court. Is it a big problem for me to open a top nightclub in the Song Dynasty?"

"Don't be ruined."

Hearing Song Beiyun's words, Miaoyan leaned over and said, "If it happens, will you go to massacre the city for me?"

"Don't say such meaningless things, you have more ways than me."

"I'll ask you if it will."

"Come on, meet." Song Beiyun pinched her nose: "You are sometimes quite annoying."

"Girls are like this." Miaoyan sat back and continued, "If you don't feel good, you can go and have a slut."

Song Beiyun looked at her like this and suddenly laughed: "It was too hot before, but now it's not hot, right?"

"No, today's calendar says everything is not appropriate."

"You're overdoing it."

"You insisted that I reject you ruthlessly, right? I'm so ignorant, I haven't seen enough favorability yet." Miaoyan said with a smile: "Wait."

Sighing, Song Beiyun had no choice but to do this guy, he wouldn't take his own tricks...

"By the way, my sisters said that Wang Wenyuan has been spending all day in a few big places, drinking flowers, wine and taking small drugs, and he is almost ruined."

"Who is Wang Wenyuan?"

"Your Zuo Madam's fiancé!"

"Oh..." Song Beiyun slapped his head: "I have always called him Young Master Wang, but I really don't know that his name is Wenyuan. How can I say that, he didn't do anything bad, it was entirely because of my personal preference that ruined his whole life."

"What's this?" Miaoyan didn't take it seriously: "A good person will not live long in this world. Otherwise, would you really plan to see your Xiaozuo and his wedding night and have a noble son soon?"

Of course, Song Beiyun did not answer. This question does not require an answer at all. How could he be so open-minded and ruin such a thing if he can't get it. Although he doesn't bother to do it, since it's his, no one else can try it.

Song Beiyun, who was in seclusion on the fifth day, was finally drunk. At the same time, Miss Chicken Wang Miaoyan was also drunk. However, she said that she had never been drunk after drinking. The real drunk people were dizzy when they lay there. Others had the intention of killing their mothers, and they were also confused...

So when he woke up by the cold, he just felt half of his body cold like a dead person, and the quilt was wrapped around Miaoyan.

"You're also snatching the quilt..." Song Beiyun pulled the corner of the quilt and wrapped himself in, and then slept until dawn.

The next day, he slept until noon. When he opened his eyes, Miaoyan was still asleep. Perhaps because of the cooling last night, he looked particularly cold outside, and the breath of late autumn suddenly became apparent.

"morning……"

Song Beiyun's movement also woke Miaoyan up. She squinted her eyes and looked at Song Beiyun: "Men's quilt is really more than 30 degrees. You don't know how I spent winter in previous years. Don't move... I'll lie down for a while."

"No, no, I have something to do." Song Beiyun stood up and said, "Let your hand go."

Miaoyan ignored him and just grabbed his clothes tightly to prevent him from running out. His other hand leaned into the quilt until it covered his shoulders: "It's so cold outside... Don't move, I'll do something you can't bear to leave."

After being procrastinated until someone knocked on the door, Song Beiyun reluctantly crawled out of the quilt, put on his coat and tidyed his hair while walking out.

After opening the door, he found that it was Xiaoyu and Yan Shu standing at the door. He glanced at the two people in surprise: "Why did you meet?"

"I just met at the door." Yan Shu shook the fan and suddenly came to Song Beiyun and sniffed: "The fragrance of a woman."

After saying that, he was about to break in, but Song Beiyun grabbed him: "You are crazy, are you? Are you itching to me if you haven't hit you these days?"

"You've called for food outside the woman who has never smelled it!"

"What a mess." Song Beiyun turned his head and looked at Xiaoyu: "Xiaoyu went to buy some food and drink, do you still have money on him?"

"Yes." Xiaoyu nodded: "I'll go make arrangements now."

Yan Shu looked at Song Beiyun with disgust: "I am so capable of being flirting with flowers and plants. By the way, where have you been going these days? I have been idle after several times."

"Don't mention it." Song Beiyun pointed to the living room: "You go in and sit in first, haven't you eaten yet?"
Chapter completed!