The long holiday starting today allows Song Beiyun to sleep peacefully until midnight and play mahjong with her girls until very late at night.

He is a lazy dog. Once he is resting, he must stay in the house and go anywhere. He occasionally cultivates a little penicillin and gets some alcohol in the backyard. The rest of the time he is either in bed or preparing to lie on the bed.

"The night market in the city will reopen tonight." Qiaoqiao sat on the edge of the bed, sewing clothes, looking at Song Beiyun, who was sleepy next to her: "Are you going to play with us?"

"I won't go anymore, I won't go anymore." Song Beiyun turned around: "It's really winter, what's so fun? You might as well go take a shower and go to bed. Let's have some fun."

"Die." Qiao Qiao hit him: "I just think about something unreasonable all day long."

"I really don't want to go." Song Beiyun lay on the pillow and didn't move: "If you don't go, don't go, I don't want to go anywhere."

"By the way, Brother Yusheng wrote a letter today and asked us if we were going to look for Aunt Hong during the Chinese New Year this year."

"I will definitely go back before the New Year, but time is tight. It's okay, I'll just take a leave." Song Beiyun slowly rubbed against Qiaoqiao and reached out from her clothes and reached in: "Where are you going to play tonight?"

"When I went to Chenghuang Temple, there were many people coming and many shops opened. Maybe I would go to Ci'en Temple in the Gongyuan to burn incense and pray for you, a dog." Qiaoqiao held Song Beiyun's hand: "No, if Sister Rou comes later, I will be laughed at."

"She has a no-nothing right to joke with others, but she doesn't." Song Beiyun bypassed Qiaoqiao's hand and went straight up: "You learn more from Miaoyan, don't always mess with the princess, you won't learn anything good with her."

"You can't say that. Your Highness the Princess is actually quite depressed. She is always in the deep palace but doesn't even have a playmate." Qiaoqiao sighed and said, "You are so brave, you dare to touch the princess!"

"It's not a god in heaven, so I can't touch it anywhere."

Just as he was talking, there was a sudden noise outside. Qiaoqiao quickly stood up and pulled Song Beiyun's hand away. Then she saw Zuo Rou rush in, and then she rushed in, and then she was a flying pounce on Song Beiyun.

Unpredictable, Song Beiyun bit his lips, causing tears to come down.

"No need to marry anymore! No need to marry anymore!!! Today I received the imperial edict! The engagement has been cancelled!" Zuo Rou was so excited that she no longer looked like she was, and even began to rub Song Beiyun's head hard.

Song Beiyun raised his head and pinched her neck, twisted his wrist and pressed her on the bed, raised his palm and slapped it on her butt: "It's not light or heavy!"

When the slap was heavy, Zuo Rou would scream, but she still laughed while screaming, which showed how happy she was.

"Okay, stop making trouble." Qiaoqiao pulled Zuo Rou up from the side: "Sister Rou, why are you so happy?"

Zuo Rou rubbed her butt and pulled Qiaoqiao to the side: "The shit thing in the Wang family will be exiled tomorrow morning, and she will be exiled for life, with a submission of eight hundred miles."

"Don't you go to Qiongzhou?" Song Beiyun stood up and asked, "I read the newspaper in the residence, it's three thousand miles."

"It's not that Queen Wang has pleaded with her. After all, she is just such a brother." Zuo Rou said happily: "I changed my disciples to eight hundred and went to Taizhou."

Song Beiyun thought about it and felt that there was nothing wrong. Taizhou is Taizhou. After he got there, he would detoxify and become a new person. He would marry a rural teacher to build a few big tiled houses and raise a few pigs and sheep. He could live a happy life, and he would not have to worry about any silly girl like flowers.

"By the way, Zuo Rou comes over."

Sitting up from the bed from the back: "I'll ask you something."

Zuo Rou squinted her eyes and looked at him: "If I can't go, I'll be swollen, it hurts."

"It's okay, I'll rub it for you."

"Oh, OK."

Seeing Zuo Rou walking in that direction, Qiao Qiao couldn't help but rub her face. She had been bullying Rou's sister for a while, but now she is getting worse.

"I'll ask you, do you still remember Prince Kang?"

"King King? Remember." Zuo Rou said excitedly: "King King is a good man, kind-hearted and always makes some malt sugar to make fun of the child. He likes to do some carpenters every day, such as Trojan horses and shakers, but it's interesting."

"Just these?"

Something was wrong. Song Beiyun always felt that this description sounded like the thing that a idle prince who was not doing his job all day long, and he felt like he was having fun with his grandchildren. If it was really confirmed that King Kang was recruiting soldiers, he should be aggressive and powerful, and he would never have a connection with kind-hearted eyes.

But it is not necessarily the case. I think that Zhu Houcan, who had not been to court for more than 20 years, was still powerful. This kind of thing is really unsure. The Song Dynasty is in the hands of Zhao Kuangyin's lineage, and in the original history, all the people in this lineage were killed, so there are no references or historical records for reference. The only emperor familiar to Song Beiyun was Renzong Zhao Zhen, but Renzong Zhao Zhen is now drinking milk in Nanchang, and his name is Song Goudan.

Therefore, many things have transcended the thinking concept of time travelers and can only be measured by their own knowledge and the knowledge they have learned here for ten years.

So if King Kang is a person like Zhu Houn, with deep scheming and meticulous thinking, is it possible that he will do something completely different from his own style? It is absolutely possible.

To make money and recruit soldiers, this is a person, and another department is to capture people's hearts. As for how to verify it, let's see if Dali and Vietnam, which continue to call the former dynasty Annan, will launch border friction. If border friction occurs, most of the time King Kang will rebel.

What is this? This is geopolitics. Annan and Dali Kingdom actually do not have the ability to compete with the Song Dynasty. However, if they invade the border, they cannot directly send King Fu to suppress it. Then the best way is to King Kang come forward to suppress the rebellion. Need people to suppress the rebellion, right? Is it right? Is the court not giving it?

Anyway, I can't think about the matter here now. The more I think about it, the dirtier it becomes, the more sexy it becomes. Song Beiyun carefully thought about the terrain and landforms in Guangxi and how to suppress it if the Guangxi rebellion was rebelled.

Strictly speaking, it is extremely difficult. If you rely solely on infantry, the rainforest climate can easily cause a large number of soldiers to cool down before they start fighting. Whether it is not suitable for the local environment or malaria, it is destined to be very difficult to conquer. But if they slowly move north and join forces with the offensives of Annan and Dali, they will soon be able to suppress the lines of Yizhou, Wuzhou, Guangzhou and Chaozhou until they reach Quanzhou, and will be on the top of King Fu Qiansui.

Then it was pressed to the ground to rub...

But King Fu could not pursue Guangxi, because it would lead to a large amount of war damage, so the final pattern would be nailed to Leizhou and Qiongzhou confrontation, and they would not be able to get out. But in this way, King Fu was stuck. What should I do in the north? If the Liao Kingdom could not withstand the joint offensive between the grassland and the Jin Kingdom, either went south to eat the Song Dynasty, or was destroyed, and then the grassland and the Jin Kingdom went south to eat the Song Dynasty.

This is an unimaginable disaster...

Song Beiyun's eyes were moving quickly, and he didn't even bother to put Zuo Rou on his butt and let him fulfill his promise.

"Rubb quickly."

"Vulgar." Song Beiyun pushed her away: "It's hard to deal with. In this case, the Song Dynasty will be over in three or five years."

"Why are you finished again?" Zuo Rou turned her head and looked at him: "The Song Dynasty is not that unbearable."

"Your father is stationed in Xiangyang City, and King Fu is stuck in Leizhou. You must go up and down, what should I do in the end?" Song Beiyun suddenly felt irritable and bit Zuo Rou's butt: "Annoy!"

"Ah..." Zuo Rou kept slapping him: "You guy..."

"Isn't you still there?" Qiaoqiao said from the side: "You must have a way."

"I thank you for being so confident in me." Song Beiyun leaned on the bed and sighed: "I have no military power in my hands and no technology to crush you. How to fight? I am really annoyed now. If the country is really broken, you will be ruined."

Zuo Rou thought about it and felt that she might not be able to solve this problem. She sat by the bed and took off her shoes and put them into the quilt: "It's not easy to ask for military power. Ask my dad if you want it."

Song Beiyun was so amused that he could not get into the quilt, and his face was facing the wall: "You go and play, don't worry about me."

At this time, Miaoyan walked in and said with a smile: "What's wrong? Are you bothering him again?"

"He is sick." Zuo Rou put her feet on Song Beiyun's stomach and rubbed them back and forth: "I suddenly got sick."

Miaoyan lay on the bedside with a smile and looked at Song Beiyun with a dead look on his face: "What trouble have you encountered again?"

"The Song Dynasty is over..." Song Beiyun sighed: "Okay, okay, you go and play, don't worry about me."

Miaoyan shrugged and patted Zuo Rou's head: "Qiaoyun is waiting outside. It's time to leave. We're ready to go. We'll be shopping today."

Today's Night Market at Chenghuang Temple is the largest night market this year. The winter break begins and ends, lasting ten days. These ten days are the girls' grand festival and the second largest night market in the year after the Lantern Festival Night Market next year.

"I have it!" Song Beiyun suddenly bounced up: "I have it!"

"Don't worry about him." Qiaoqiao pulled Zuo Rouhe Miaoyan and walked out: "Let's go ours and let him be pretentious."

Song Beiyun no longer cared about these girls at this moment. He hurried to the table, drew his thoughts on a piece of paper with a carbon pen, then narrowed his eyes and said to himself: "Cavals, right? I'll let you eat and line up and shoot him!!"

At this moment, a black shadow rushed in outside and jumped into the room from the window. Song Beiyun looked back and found that Xiaoyu was standing there with two bottles of wine and two roast chickens in his hand.

"You've gotten rested, too?"

"Yeah." Xiaoyu smiled and said, "I have three days to rest. Will Lord Song enjoy his face and drink?"
Chapter completed!