The two princesses summoning their son-in-law at the same time was like rotten eggs in the hot summer. Before this end could react, the wind and rain in the city began to float.

Because information is not developed, when something happens, people can talk about it for a long time until the next interesting thing is connected.

It’s like before the two princesses chose their son-in-law, the people in the city are still discussing the last incident of the Imperial City Department, including the fight with the imperial guards, and no one is really investigating this matter.

"You guys say, how does this Liao princess look?"

"Who has seen it? But I have seen Princess Ruibao, who is as beautiful as a fairy."

"Hey, I don't know which boy is cheaper." A passerby in the grade was sitting in the breakfast shop and sighed: "When you wait for your appearance, you'll be dead."

Not far from them, Zuo Rou sat there in men's clothing, eating oil cakes and soaking her tofu brain, with an impatient expression on her face.

"Why didn't you go yesterday? The Queen Mother's birthday?"

Song Beiyun sat opposite her, eating pancakes in small stutters. He was called out by Zuo Rou early in the morning, and he didn't know what she was going to do.

"Shh, whisper. I ran out while my father was going to the camp. If I don't go back later, Qiaoyun will come to catch him." Zuo Rou said angrily: "My father is not doing human affairs anymore. He sent someone to stay outside the shop. As long as I go there, I will be caught."

Song Beiyun laughed and knew that if Duke Ding Guo was serious, Zuo Rou would not have the ability to resist at all.

"Then you run out to find me."

"Let me ask you what interesting things have happened these days. Did you do the last time the Imperial City Department?"

Of course, Song Beiyun would not answer this stupid question, but Zuo Rou's eyes lit up, he clapped his hands and said happily: "I knew it was you!"

"Okay, okay, do you hate me for not dying?" Song Beiyun sighed, "Don't discuss such things as bastards like you. If you miss me, I'll be done."

Zuo Rou nodded repeatedly and said mysteriously: "Let me tell me next time I have time, how did you kill the imperial city?"

"Also say!"

"I won't say it anymore." Zuo Rou waved her hands repeatedly, then moved to Song Beiyun, and put her head in front of him: "You smell it."

Song Beiyun didn't know what she was going to do, so he went up and smelled it. It didn't smell much, it was just a sebum smell from his daughter's house, the kind with hormones.

"It doesn't taste, what are you doing?"

"You know it doesn't taste like that! I'm running out of essential oil, go and get some for me."

Song Beiyun rolled his eyes: "What are you, what are you doing? I'm so comfortable instructing me?"

"I care about you." Zuo Rou hugged Song Beiyun's arm: "I have Jin Ling'er, but I want to have it too."

"What a bullshit." Song Beiyun pushed her, but she hugged her tightly: "She gave birth to a son for me, did you give birth?"

"I think about it, I will reply to you later." Zuo Rou thought seriously: "Although it doesn't matter, it will still be a little bit distorted if you think about it carefully. But if you really want to, give birth to one, give birth to another."

"Hey! What kind of bullshit attitude are you? Go and go." Song Beiyun pushed her dog head away: "I'll let Qiaoyun bring you the essential oil back later, don't rub me."

"It's easy to say." Zuo Rou smiled: "What the maid at home taught me, saying that she wanted something for a man, so she just rubbed her body tightly on the man."

"Learn some good, really, this trick is not suitable for you." Song Beiyun rubbed his arms: "It's so uncomfortable."

"Song Beiyun! You're a bastard!" Zuo Rou snorted: "I told you that I've measured it these days, and it's much bigger."

"Impossible." Song Beiyun shook his head firmly: "You'll be like this in your life."

"Touch." Zuo Rou looked around and found that no one was paying attention. Then he quietly lifted the collar: "If you don't believe me, please touch."

"The genius wants to touch it, get out of here."

This person is just a candy, annoying kind. When she saw her head hurt. If it weren't for being too familiar with her, Song Beiyun would have ignored this guy for a long time. She might have inherited her mother's beauty, but his father's strategy was not inherited at all, and his mind was covered in mucus all year round.

"I won't touch it anymore. I'll tell you that I'm much older, and you don't believe it." Zuo Rou said proudly: "By the way, I heard from the servants in the mansion that Jin Ling'er is going to kiss?"

"Yes." Song Beiyun nodded and said, "What's wrong? Why are you talking about this?"

"Hahahaha, she has today too." Zuo Rou was particularly happy: "Well. Not bad, it's best to be selected by an ugly monster. She has a short figure, a hideous face, a mole on her face with black hair, and a bad sore on her back."

This girl was so vicious when she said this, as if Jin Ling'er would get any benefits if she married such a person.

But it is normal to think about it carefully. After all, the relationship between these two people is very strange. They look like real sisters but sometimes like enemies in their previous lives. Didn’t Jin Ling'er also say that she wanted to see Zuo Rou marry the prince of the Wang family and then be beaten to pieces by her husband’s family?

"Okay." Song Beiyun put his hand on her shoulder and pulled her to her side: "I must be here. Do you see that there are black hair moles on my face?"

"You? Oh... it's right. Oh, it's my life is miserable." Zuo Rou said aggrievedly: "If I had such a day, I'm afraid no one would help me like this."

"You don't speak with conscience." Song Beiyun grabbed her face, and was really angry: "I have done all my conscience for you. What does no one help you!"

"Oh..." Zuo Rou slapped his hands: "Just kidding, you are so angry."

"So you are not worth helping, damn it!" Song Beiyun said in a suffocating voice: "What I did for you is spread, and my life will be gone. Do you know?"

"I know." Zuo Rou suddenly leaned on his shoulder, then leaned over and kissed him in the face: "I will reward you with Miss."

"Oh my God...the mouth is full of oil!"

And their sticky state was not something that no one saw, but the person who saw it couldn't help but retching and quickly twisted his eyes. The two men were so dense that it was really a pity.

"Okay OK, I'll leave first."

"You ran twenty miles just to come over and eat a pancake? Are you fine?"

"I just have something wrong!"

Zuo Rou ran away with a smile, and Song Beiyun took out a few copper plates and threw them on the table. He stood up and sighed silently. After all, he never understood Zuo Rou's brain circuit.

On the way back, Zuo Rou was actually asking herself why she ran twenty miles early in the morning before dawn, from the south of the city to the north of the city to eat a piece of oil cake? She actually couldn't figure it out, but... she was very happy that the depression she had been wiped out these days, which was enough.

After Zuo Rou left, Song Beiyun came to the door of her outer house and waited for a while, and saw Xiaoyu slid down from the roof and stood beside him.

"What have you found?"

"The king of the Southern Court of Liao Kingdom lives in Michunyuan. After returning yesterday, one of them entered his room and came out after a moment."

"Michunyuan, who gave the name, sounds like a brothel."

Xiaoyu laughed: "The Empress Dowager..."

"That's not surprising, her cultural level is just that." Song Beiyun smiled and shook his head: "And what? Who did you meet?"

"I met the Left Minister of Rites."

"Hmm? Meet the people from the Ministry of Rites? What's wrong with it?"

Song Beiyun was a little confused. If the King of the South Court came here to be a spy, why didn’t he meet the Ministry of War or the Ministry of Personnel? What does the matters under the Ministry of Rites have to do with him? What? He was planning to help Song Dynasty build a Westernization movement?

"The Minister of Rites is the uncle of the Empress Dowager."

"So that's it." Song Beiyun nodded slightly: "In other words, the relationship between this Nanyuan King and the Empress Dowager is definitely not ordinary?"

Xiaoyu didn't comment. His duty was only to listen to the news but not to analyze the content. He would never comment on such matters, and his professional ethics were still firmly upright.

Song Beiyun laughed: "Interesting, you go and have a rest first, and then check what these Khitans have done here."

"Okay, Lord Song."

After Xiaoyu went in to rest, Song Beiyun sat outside and thought about the origin of this matter. He didn't mind thinking about the saltiest and mudiest direction at all. A second-in-command of the Liao Kingdom, a queen mother of the Song Dynasty, a middle-aged man in his forties and a charming woman in his thirties, a dragon spirit and tiger sitting fiercely to suck the soil.

Interesting, really interesting. If the matter here can be solved, I am afraid that the sky will be overturned.

Moreover, the King of Nanyuan is still a Han Chinese, which is even more interesting and worth exploring.

When sorting out the clues, Song Beiyun had already had a romance of 100,000 words in his mind. He had all divided the chapters in it, and started with love without permission, then he was separated again, and then he met again with my superior minister, and you are also the mother of the world. Looking back, the clouds blocked the way back. Since he could not look back, he would use the lingering desire to fight back to eliminate the romance in his heart.

OK OK OK OK OK OK! The heroic and handsome Khitan king and the beautiful and graceful Queen Mother of the Song Dynasty, this story is always interesting, right?

Song Beiyun's mind turned, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He turned to look at the idle people in the street market, thought for a moment, turned around and entered the room, took out a stack of paper from the drawer and said, "Come on, grind ink!"

The little fish floated in gloomyly, and Song Beiyun shook his head repeatedly: "Forget it...you go and rest quickly, I'll do it myself."

"Then... if you have something to do, please tell me." Xiaoyu scratched his head and expressed his twelve-understanding of the sudden excitement of Lord Song.
Chapter completed!