The Song Dynasty, this Song Dynasty, really makes people love and hate.

It is no exaggeration to say that Zhao Xing's Song Dynasty was absolutely open and tolerant without anyone in the ages. Judging from Song Beiyun's understanding of the Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties in the future, no era could have been as capable as the current Song Dynasty as the current Song Dynasty. Its tolerance of culture, tolerance of the people, tolerance of all walks of life, and even tolerance of the enemy.

Such an era is actually comfortable, because it seems decay but can always burst out miracles inadvertently. It can tolerate a monster like Song Beiyun, a chosen son like Fuwang, and a literati and poet who hangover and drink a pot of wine. It seems to be omnipotent.

But it was like this. It was weak and cowardly. Its wealth was superficial. It did not have the self-esteem of a great power. It was like a little girl played with by the great powers. She would push and shovate if she was unwilling to do so, but she was eventually the object of being ravaged between the beds. Apart from endless tolerance and acquiescence, it did not have enough confidence to burn the boat.

Some people love its bright lights and wine, while others hate its obedience, but no one thinks from the bottom of their hearts how to rescue this little girl who can be ruined from the claws of those evil men.

Song Beiyun knew in his heart that there was no need for too many conspiracies in this era. They were smart but they had never seen the power that truly belonged to the future. They were well-educated but could not imagine what the world would become at some point in the future.

"Extremely flattering!"

Yan Shu's voice awakened Song Beiyun's thoughts. He silently looked back at Yan Shu who was indignant.

"These people are extremely flattering! They say that the stormy Song Dynasty is the land of kingly ways, and promote lyrics and verses, and praise merits." Yan Shu slapped heavily on his thigh: "It's disgusting!"

"Oh, what if you go up to the emperor and the empress dowager today, tell the emperor and the empress dowager that the country will not be in the long run? Why don't you say it?" Song Beiyun leaned against the pillar beside him: "Worrying about the country and the people must be divided into occasions."

"Okay, okay, don't teach me a lesson." Yan Shu raised his head and drank the tea: "Do you think the girl from Zhao will be back today?"

"It must be here, but the women are separated from each other. They are in the harem, do you want to go over and take a look?"

"Wouldn't that be Yingying and Yanyan, and her makeup turned into ashes?" Yan Shu's expression immediately changed from being worried about the country and the people and turned into a look of being peeking at the women's bathroom: "It's really the scenery is the only one there."

Song Beiyun ignored this guy and just held his chin with one hand and looked at the singing and dancing in the distance: "Xiao Yan."

"Ah?" Yan Shu turned around and said, "What are you doing?"

"Do you want to change this Song Dynasty?"

"Think." Yan Shu nodded heavily: "Isn't the twenty years of hard study just to show his ambitions?"

Song Beiyun laughed disdainfully, and this smile obviously angered Yan Shu. He frowned: "What do you mean? Are you disdainful or mocking?"

"Sigh." Song Beiyun said softly: "Sigh you are overestimating your ability."

"You!" Yan Shu's lungs were so angry that he clenched his fists with both hands: "You can explain it clearly."

"What? Do you want to hit me?" Song Beiyun said lazily: "I won't say whether you have hit me or not. Just say that you will do it on the birthday of the Empress Dowager. It will be light for you to be sent to you for three thousand miles."

Yan Shu snorted coldly, turned his head and stopped talking to him. After all, Song Beiyun's laugh just now had violated Yan Shu's bottom line.

"I don't know why you are angry, but do you really feel that you are overestimating your abilities?" Song Beiyun shook his fingers slightly: "Look at these people around you, which of them is not as strong as you when they walk this path and are full of energy. What about now?"

Yan Shu followed Song Beiyun's hand and saw only the dead spirit, the hopeless and energyless death spirit in the eyes of those people. Although they were talking and laughing, they all seemed to be all about family matters, some of them, boring and dull.

"The eyes are gone."

"Yes." Song Beiyun sighed: "The unchanging career has gradually turned them from a young man like you, with his waist hunched and dull. Well, let's talk about the Song Dynasty now, how do you plan to save the Song Dynasty."

"As..." Yan Shu was about to speak, but his eyes twitched: "Where are you?"

"Did you realize that you are powerless to turn things around?"

This is how you talk to smart people. Idiots will keep throwing out their own firm beliefs. They don’t care whether this is right or wrong, and think that as long as they persist, they will always bear fruit. But Yan Shu is different. His learning ability is very strong, so powerful that he can follow Song Beiyun’s thinking to think about his own mind that he has formed a fixed mind.

This is why he was able to be the prime minister in his original time and space, not because he was so advanced, but because he was able to accept his weaknesses and face them calmly.

"I'll explain a noun to you first." Song Beiyun raised a finger: "It's called productivity."

When singing and dancing outside, Yan Shu was intoxicated by listening to Song Beiyun’s talk about productivity and production relations. Of course, he did not use paper and pen. For such a genius, he would never forget everything, and he would not forget everything.

While studying, he would continue to raise a series of questions. Many of them were even a point of thinking for Song Beiyun. While teaching Yan Shu, he also began to think about the difficulties in solving these problems.

Before we knew it, the first half ended like this. Because we couldn't walk around at will in the palace, lunch was all solved here. There were only three people at a table, and one was a bad old man in his forties who was dozing off all the time. They spoke in a low voice, so the guy was sleeping all the time except for eating.

"If so, you really have to go to the Ministry of Works." Yan Shu said while picking up food: "Only the Ministry of Works can make your ideas come true."

"Yes." Song Beiyun nodded and said, "So, Lord Yan will inevitably take care of him."

Although this is a joke, it is well known that the Ministry of Works is the slowest promoted department. People like Yan Shu who go to the Nine Temples to work as civil servants as soon as they come up are actually candidates appointed by various forces to receive such treatment. His promotion is already a rocket. According to his ability and the people above, he can reach a free job of about the fourth rank in less than two years.

When Yan Shu was about twenty-four years old, he could almost reach a height that others could not reach in his lifetime, and could even go directly to the three provinces. If Song Beiyun was promoted according to the normal process, he might have been a doctor from the sixth grade at that time in the Ministry of Works.

"No, no, no, I'll invite Lord Song to have a meal at that time." Yan Shu hurriedly put his fists and responded: "At that time, I'm afraid that the Song Dynasty will have to rely on Lord Song to have a bite of hot rice."

"Hahaha, you guys." Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "But there is still a group of young people with relatively open minds here to shine and heat. Do you understand what I mean?"

"I will go and find it." Yan Shu's eyes were full of ambition. He stretched out his right hand and clenched it into a fist: "Please the world as the public."

"Get peace for all ages." Song Beiyun also clenched his fist and slapped Yan Shu's fist: "Before standing at thirty, I want people to see how scary the power bursting out from this land is."

"But I have a condition." Yan Shu suddenly said: "In addition to the Song Beiyun Science Award, there must be a Yan Shu Award."

"You are shameless." Song Beiyun sneered: "Do you have that money?"

"Isn't you?" Yan Shu said shamelessly: "When will you have to wait for if you don't bribe Shangguan at this time?"

"Give you a Yan Shu Literature Award?"

"I think it's OK."

Yan Shu nodded with satisfaction, his face full of longing for leaving a name in history. He even saw the students worshiping him thousands of years later. At this moment, Miss Zhao's family is no longer a thing.

While they were chatting, the Empress Dowager was already in the Empress Dowager's bedroom. She was lobbying for the old lady to marry. After all, the old lady is the one who can decide the royal family. In terms of status in the royal family, the old lady's status is far higher than that of Zhao Xing.

The empress dowager was also very careful about this marriage and did not say that marriage was just about choosing a son-in-law.

"Mother, Jin Ling'er should be at the age of becoming a car. She is the pride of my Song Dynasty. She will naturally let the men in the world compete for it. Only the best men in the world can be worthy of our Jin Ling'er."

This is beautiful. If you say marriage directly, the Empress Dowager will be able to make her look bad, but the idea of ​​choosing the best man in the world is good. Even if the Empress Dowager knows that Jin Ling'er has someone in her heart, she has experienced it and knows that those scholars are not very reliable, so after thinking about it, I think the Empress Dowager's words are really reasonable.

"Go and call Jin Ling'er."

The Empress Dowager left happily, and soon Jin Ling'er walked in. After she greeted the Empress Dowager, she smiled and said, "Grandma, are you calling me?"

"Jin Ling'er, you are not young anymore, so you should be talking about marriage."

"This... the child is still young and wants to serve the emperor's grandmother."

"Don't tell me this. I've seen the child today, but the emperor's grandmother is a veteran and knows what kind of personality is this scholar." The Empress Dowager gently touched Jin Ling'er's hair: "Only the most senior man in my family can deserve it."

Jin Ling'er's eyes rolled a few times: "Grandma, Ling'er can't understand what you said..."

The Empress Dowager chuckled: "Ling'er, grandmother is also young. I know there is someone in your heart, but..."

At the same time, the Empress Dowager also came to Zhao Xing's side and sat there to talk about the matter: "Xing'er, you have to think about it carefully about summoning a son-in-law for Jin Ling'er. You can think of it. If you have that good man, Jin Ling'er will have a good home."

The white-haired sweat behind Zhao Xing was all up: "Mother, this matter... I have to be informed of Uncle Fu."

"It's not enough to have the Empress Dowager make the decision?"

With a sound of the Queen Mother, Zhao Xing was suppressed. He sat there for a while without saying anything. Until after the Queen Mother left, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Parent Wang..."
Chapter completed!