"Mr. Song, the king of the Southern Court of Liao Kingdom went to Dabaoen Temple."

Xiaoyu reported the real-time movements of the King of the South Court to Song Beiyun who was writing a book. At this moment, there were already a row of people sitting on the bed behind Song Beiyun. From left to right were Jin Ling'er, Qiao Qiao, Qiao Yun and Zuo Rou who was hiding in the quilt and only exposed her head to sleep like she was dead.

After hearing Xiaoyu's words, Song Beiyun nodded silently: "What did he do when he went to Dabaoen Temple? Does the Liao Kingdom also believe in Buddhism?"

"I don't know." Xiaoyu shook his head and said, "Dabaoen Temple is the Imperial City Temple, and the Seminary Department cannot enter the investigation."

"Okay, go and have a rest quickly, eat something and have a sleep."

"Yes, Lord Song."

After Xiaoyu left, Song Beiyun continued to point at Zuo Rou and said, "Look at this ghost thing, you can't wake up during the day, and you are more energetic than anyone else at night. In addition to taking a bath, you can lock me here and write things all day long. Look at my dark circles."

"Who made you so cruel and ruthless? When I think of Gu Tao having no choice but to leave Xin Liuzi and go to the Qing Dynasty, one in the land of Wu and Yue and the other in the land of the bitter and cold in the extreme north, my heart is about to be broken." Qiao Qiao hugged her arms next to her and said angrily: "You are so disappointed. What can you let them be together? What can you be happy with everyone!"

Song Beiyun didn't say anything, but Jin Ling'er said thoughtfully: "Did Xiao Yuer talk about Bao'en Temple just now?"

"Hmm?" Song Beiyun turned his head and said, "You're very familiar?"

"I haven't been there, but yesterday the Empress Dowager went to Bao'en Temple and said she wanted to fast and worship Buddha for seven days." Jin Ling'er looked at Song Beiyun and then looked at the manuscript in his hand, and her eyes suddenly widened: "My God! Are you writing the two of you?"

Of course, Jin Ling'er is not comparable to Zuo Rou. Her IQ is online throughout the whole process. The plot in the book and the plot in reality are so consistent that she immediately thought of a possibility.

"You are so bold!" Jin Ling'er brimmed her boxing: "Okay, okay, it's true that she is worthy of being the Song Beiyun I like."

"What are you talking nonsense?" Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "There is nothing new under the Zhengyang. If there is any similarity, it is purely a coincidence."

"Haha, great. Just do this. After a few days, when those reading people find out, you will know that the show will begin." Jin Ling'er hummed twice: "Oh... Could it be that you have planned this day long ago? It not only stripped the Empress Dowager's reputation and suppressed the Liao Kingdom's power?"

"Are you mine?"

Song Beiyun actually said that he was bald. He actually wanted to say, "Are you my person?" But after omitting this, he brought pink soap bubbles as soon as he said this, and Jin Ling'er calmed down at that time. She turned her head and looked at Qiaoqiao and Qiaoyun, then lowered her head silently and replied in a low voice: "Yeah..."

"No...hey, so don't chew anymore." Song Beiyun was about to explain, but thought that there was nothing to explain, so he followed the words and became: "Do you hate me for not dying?"

"You can't say that to me." Jin Ling'er was unhappy, so she raised her feet and kicked Song Beiyun: "Dog thing."

Song Beiyun put down his pen and thought for a while: "Can I go to Bao'en Temple?"

"It's okay, but you can only go to the front hall. The back is usually the princes and nobles who worship Buddha and fast, and don't disturb you at will." Jin Ling'er replied: "Do you want to go?"

"I have a little idea. After all, I don't know what our Daliao Nanyuan King did in it."

When Jin Ling'er heard that he wanted to do something bad, she immediately became excited: "Go! I'll take a few people, and then let this guy take a few."

She said while patting Zuo Rou's head, who was sleeping soundly: "It's easy for the daughter of the Duke to go to the back hall."

Song Beiyun touched his chin and pondered: "Can I go too?"

"It's ok, but I have to dress up as a woman." Jin Ling'er nodded and said, "Go Qiao!"

Song Beiyun was stunned for a moment: "No, I won't go!"

But in the end, he could not resist the royal tyranny. Song Beiyun was pressed to wear women's clothing. Because it was winter, his clothes were wrapped tightly, and he couldn't tell how tight it was. On the contrary, because he was tall and long legs, he had a bit of exotic flavor after wearing women's clothing.

"Come on, shave off your beard." Jin Ling'er hugged Song Beiyun's head: "Qiaoyun! Hurry up, I'll take him."

"No! My body and hair are my parents!"

"Stop coming, your beard is just shaved and hard stubble at first glance." Jin Ling'er said with a grin: "Don't move around, otherwise you will not be able to get married if you give your handsome little face this knife."

When Qiaoyun was forcibly pulled into the battle, Song Beiyun had no chance to escape. He was forcibly combed a dough bun by His Royal Highness and inserted a hairpin into it.

"Come on, sisters, today we will let the thief see what we can do."

Jin Ling'er waved her hand, and Song Beiyun made a complete set of cosmetics and placed them on the table. Qiao Qiao walked up to her and said with a smile on her face, "I'll draw a good look for you."

Song Beiyun actually accepted his fate. After all, satisfying curiosity comes at a price. And judging from the attitude of the few of them, he is afraid that he will be doomed today.

Song Beiyun, who came to this era for the first time wearing women's clothing and makeup, immediately realized what the hardships of girls were. This makeup really cost him his life. He first used thin thread to clean the face, scraped off the dead skin and cuticle on his face, and then applied it with cucumber juice to make honey. When the face felt oily and bright, it was washed away the ghost thing, and then began to paint rouge. Rouge was followed by eye shadow. Qiaoqiao felt that Song Beiyun's eyebrows were too thick, so she used pliers to pull out his scattered eyebrows. After all, it was lipstick made of beeswax.

After the whole set was over, Song Beiyun sat there and it really felt a bit pleasing. Behind him were Jin Linger and Qiaoyun helping him to carefully untie his hair and start to styling his delicate hairstyle.

While he was tossing, Zuo Rou woke up dizzyly. After seeing Song Beiyun like this, she circled around Song Beiyun like a dog that was adopted home for the first time. After confirming that Song Beiyun was right, she smiled as if she was in a bad mood.

"Okay, okay, this is the best!" Zuo Rou covered her stomach and lay on the bed and pulled the strap around Song Beiyun's waist with her hands: "You guys put a flower on him!"

"Shut up!" Song Beiyun angrily scolded: "It's not your business, don't talk nonsense."

At this moment, Yan Shu suddenly ran in from outside. He was about to speak when he saw the scenery in the house, his eyes turned around and ran away immediately.

"Take him!" Song Beiyun jumped up, regardless of his disheveled hair: "You're going to run away for me?"

One hour later, two tall exotic beauties appeared in the room. The folding fan in Yan Shu's hand was replaced with a golden silk lotus-colored embroidered round fan with golden bells, and the immortal lock hanging around his neck was also replaced with a string of emerald jade golden cicada glass necklace. A rose-red bottom small chrysanthemum green collar with a pair of clothes, and a layer of hibiscus colored fluffy brocade colored Bixialuo on the outside. The clothes were rusted with tea-brown patterns, and the hands were even covered with pink nail polish, looking at Qianjiao Baimei.

Song Beiyun was also very happy. He had a pink, white gold satin-style dark fur coat, and was covered with a layer of palace yellow feathered and thin smoke gauze. The wide coat was rusted with green-bottomed phoenix bird patterns. His black and shiny hair was slightly pulled and tied up. The rest was hanging on the neck, and a small mustard green-bottomed gem hanging on his forehead, which was just right. There were dots of jade-clad gold-clad flowers on his head, and it would make a sound like a wind chime when he walked.

"So beautiful." Yan Shu turned around in front of the bronze mirror: "It's warm and beautiful."

"You're enough." Song Beiyun sat at the desk with his legs crossed his head: "You're still beautiful, right?"

"You are also beautiful." Yan Shu turned his head and looked at Song Beiyun: "As the saying goes, "I heard that the immortal couple of the Qin and the penis can't be kept. I advise you not to be alone, there should be a number among the drunk flowers."

"But go to your grandma." Song Beiyun patted his chest: "No matter how you look, you don't look like a woman."

Jin Ling'er happened to walk in from outside at this moment, holding two semicircular things in her hand: "Haha, I'm prepared for it!"

Zuo Rou saw it and ran away on the spot: "That's mine!!!"

Song Beiyun glanced at the things in Jin Ling'er's hand and then at Zuo Rou's chest, and sighed silently...

Yan Shu politely rejected such strange things. He said that he was thinner and that something was not a big deal, not to mention that someone was like him.

Then he was beaten by Zuo Rou.

After packing his luggage, the group walked out. Xiaoyu, who had just finished eating, just came out of the kitchen. When he saw the scene in front of him, he inhaled the pig's screams on the spot. He took a few steps back in shock.

"There is another one!" Song Beiyun pointed at him: "You can't let him go."

Xiaoyu shook his head vigorously, then jumped onto the wall in a few seconds and disappeared without a trace...

Song Beiyun felt a little regretful when he saw that he really couldn't catch Xiaoyu. After all, he wanted to see Xiaoyu wearing women's clothing for a long time. This little eunuch must be very beautiful when wearing women's clothing.

"Are you a little too tall?" Yan Shu stood beside Song Beiyun and compared his shoulders. He was about two inches shorter than Song Beiyun, and Yan Shu was already a relatively taller among his peers.

"Is it okay to be short?" Song Beiyun held a yam in his hand as a snack and walked out while eating: "You have to say a few words if you are tall?"

"Where is a woman so tall?"
Chapter completed!