"Song Gou! Grandpa is here! Don't hurt my brothers' lives."

A tall and strong beggar pushed everyone away and came to the front, staring at Song Beiyun like an evil ghost Shura, as if he wanted to eat raw meat and drink blood.

"Wow, it's a warrior." Song Beiyun waved his hand and said, "It's slaughter."

After this shout, many people in the prison cell stood up and rushed over to roar at Song Beiyun, while some people were sitting there motionless, as if the matter had nothing to do with them.

Song Beiyun carefully looked at the reactions of these people, and then he was too lazy to tell the difference. He directly said to the prison head: "I didn't scold me, let me go. These ten people will be tried!"

If there are strange people among the more than 30 people I let go, Song Beiyun thinks there must be, but it is relatively unimportant. No matter who these people are, the status of being a beggar will not be very high. I know something but it is definitely not the core management. After all, if I can be caught by the Imperial City Department, this IQ will not be able to enter the management.

The dozen people who followed Song Beiyun were stunned at that time. They could only watch the people in the same cell being let go and they could only wait quietly for the judgment of fate in this stinking place.

"You are judging, why is it not important, the result is the most important." Song Beiyun patted the thin kiss on the shoulder: "I have taught you the method of interrogation, don't let me down."

"The officials will definitely live up to the high expectations of Lord Song."

After Song Beiyun gave the order, he walked out. He really didn't want to stand in this broken place for a while. He didn't want to say that the stench was so stenching that he might even see the bloody scene later. This is not true. Although everyone said that Song Beiyun is not a good person, he himself felt that he was still a pure white and flawless little lamb, and could not be impacted by this strange sensory experience of the Eighteen Forbiddens.

After coming out of the cell, he was in the cold wind for a long time. Until Zuo Rou came to him in a flying fish suit, Zuo Rou came every now and then. Song Beiyun felt that she was definitely not here because she missed herself, but because she wanted to dance with a knife and a gun. Moreover, there were many good players in this place, and she could always find someone to practice.

"Do you have a case? Then you can do it first, I'll go find someone to play with it." Zuo Rou took out a cake from her arms: "I haven't finished it, you can eat it."

When Song Beiyun saw the teeth mark on her head, it was indeed what she had left...

But before she could calm down, Miss Qing ran over to play again. She was still wearing a white robe today, and there was a cloak behind her. The cloak was also white and had a fur collar.

"Master, is it good-looking? I bought it from the Jin people a few days ago, with rabbit hair." The Qing girl turned around twice in front of Song Beiyun: "There is also this hairpin, which is made of Tubo's mitral."

"I'm not your master. Who lets you in?" Song Beiyun looked at the strange child with a fire: "This place is a military aircraft, you can't come here casually."

"I said I came to my master. The doorman asked me who my master was. I said it was Song Beiyun, so they let me in."

Song Beiyun was silent for a while: "Should you wait a moment."

After saying that, he walked out, came to the gatehouse, pointed to the yards on duty and scolded him for having a cup of tea, and then ordered them to go back and write a check. As for whether they could read or not, Song Beiyun would not care. Anyway, if they couldn't see the check tomorrow, they would get out.

"The bastard is a military place. You can easily let someone in with Song Beiyun's name. If she is an assassin and a meticulous work, who can you take responsibility? What is this place? This is the Imperial City Department! The Imperial City Department! The military place in the world! The bastard is knowing to eat all day long." Song Beiyun was so excited that the yards were huddled in the yards and dared not speak.

When people passing by saw Lord Song cursing, they all took a detour carefully, for fear that they would not pay attention to this guy's bad intentions.

After cursing, Song Beiyun turned around and left, then suddenly turned around and pointed at the people: "This month's monthly salary is deducted."

Of course they couldn't say anything. After all, this is indeed as important as Song Beiyun said. If he didn't get beaten by a military stick, he would be particularly kind. Although he was wronged, he had nothing to say.

When they returned to their office again, they found that the little white rabbit had actually contacted Zuo Rou. The two sat on Song Beiyun's short couch for lunch and chatted in slightest, and dragged Song Beiyun's brazier to their feet.

"Okay, the big and small trumpet meet." Song Beiyun walked in and sat on the chair: "Okay, you guys hurry up and play with your own things, don't bother me here."

Zuo Rou glanced at him, then continued to hold Miss Qing's hand and said, "Why did you come here? Don't your dad scold you?"

"Today my father went to Jubaoshan to explore the site selection of the new palace. My brothers were busy with official business and no one cared about me, so I quietly ran out."

"That's great. Let's go, I'll take you to play."

"Go for a walk."

The Qing girl happily grabbed Zuo Rou's hand and was about to walk out. When Zuo Rou passed by Song Beiyun, she said to him: "Prepare some wine and meat for me later, and I need to be good!"

"roll."

"Okay!"

Zuo Rou happily took the Qing girl away. Song Beiyun dragged the brazier to his feet and then began to write his "A Curtain of Spring Dream". This serial has been a hit recently. Even many students and court officials have been reading it. Although it is a bit unfair, it cannot resist the exciting plot and the content is good. Moreover, the long vernacular language looks comfortable. There is no need to verify the quotation of classics and express their feelings directly.

Some people even criticized them openly, but privately hid in the quilt and watched them hard. Of course, the plot inside was somewhat familiar. The Queen Mother had quietly issued an order to ask Song Beiyun to find out who wrote it.

But... the enemy is in the Imperial City Department, who can predict this?

Just as Song Beiyun arrived at the Qing Dynasty, the prince of the Qing Dynasty took advantage of the night to meet the Queen Mother of Ming Dynasty under the moonlight and could not help but rely on each other, a soap yard outside knocked on the door and walked in.

"Mr. Song, someone asked me and gave me some things. Do you think I need to review it myself?"

"OK."

Song Beiyun got up, and the yard immediately walked over and took off the robe from the rack where the clothes were hanging, and Song Beiyun put it on. Song Beiyun closed his sleeves and said, "Is the harvest big?"

"Big! It's simply shocking news. This place is not the place to speak. I'm afraid I'm going to make a fortune this time."

"I'm not tenacious enough?"
Chapter completed!