"What are you busy with?"

Miaoyan sat cross-legged on the chair and watched Song Beiyun squatting over there and tossing the bed. He had been squatting there for two or three hours.

"You don't understand?"

Song Beiyun turned his head in a dirt face. Seeing his appearance, Miaoyan couldn't help laughing.

"It doesn't matter whether I understand it or not, what matters is what you are doing?"

Song Beiyun patted the mat on his hand: "Sit up and take a look."

Miaoyan sat up and found it was quite comfortable, soft and warm, much more comfortable than the hard bed.

"You've been trying for the afternoon, just for this?"

"Yes!" Song Beiyun said naturally: "A person like me who is lazy and hates labor will never endure hardships as long as he has a little chance."

Miaoyan shook her head helplessly: "You are so beautiful."

Song Beiyun patted her butt: "Start up, I'm not finished yet."

While continuing to work, he said, "It is easy to get small bumps and itchy on the body with cloth, and it is easy to absorb water and dampness to breed bacteria and fleas. I asked someone to burn the bamboo into charcoal, pound it into powder, and sew it on three layers outside. This is clean, soft and not easy to breed bacteria, and it is very comfortable to sleep. This mattress can sleep for more than half a month. Think about it, is it worth the effort of half a month of comfort for a morning?"

As Song Beiyun said, he rubbed Miaoyan's belly with his hands: "Isn't it just a relative these days? You have nightmares and nonsense to sleep on the hard bed at night. This soft cushion is guaranteed to allow you to sleep well."

"It's quite filial."

"Filial!" Song Beiyun directly wiped Hei Rutan's left hand on Miaoyan's face: "Is filial piety or not!"

"Oh!!!" Miaoyan jumped up: "You're dead!"

Song Beiyun ran away, laughed and ran out of the coach's tent and directly collided with a general. The general was stunned and took a step back and said respectfully: "Ship Yun, why are you so happy?"

"It's okay, Lao Liu, come on..."

Song Beiyun took the shoulders of the gangster general and took him aside. The two of them squatted in a shed at the foot of a mountain to hide from the rain. Then Song Beiyun mysteriously took out a cloth bag from his arms, which contained a few pieces of lard residue: "Come on, eat some. Don't tell others."

Looking at the boyish coach, General Liu was a little amused. If he didn't know, no one could have linked the mud monkey-like figure in front of him with the General Yum who pushed from Nanchangping to Hengyang City.

"Old Liu, I know you are very familiar with people in Hengyang. Tell me about the main general. What kind of person is he?"

"Is Yun Shuai asking about Fu Huaigu?"

"Yes, yes." Song Beiyun nodded repeatedly: "Old Liu, do you know the best?"

"It's okay, you might as well ask who he has worked with Fu Huaigu."

"No, no," Song Beiyun waved his hand and said, "The eyes of subordinates are different from those of the partners. I'll ask you this is what it means. What kind of person is Fu Huaigu in your eyes?"

"I am generous, kind, righteous, intelligent and wise. If it weren't for the fact that he was a surrendered general in the Northern Han Dynasty, I would probably have to enter the Privy Council now. I do not know why he would rebel, but I think it's because of... the kindness of the meeting?"

"I understand." Song Beiyun nodded and said, "It was because he was surrendered, and then he was depressed and unsuccessful all his life, and because of someone's kindness..."

"Yun Shuai...I didn't say anything."

Everyone knows who the culprit of this rebellion is, and even the court knows it, but after all, when it comes to the royal family, everyone is cautious and secretive, and even the officials of the court are even more so, otherwise they would not have agreed to let King Fu rush for help from thousands of miles away.

After all, only the Zhao family can handle the Zhao family. If others fiddling with this, even the righteous teacher is actually offending the Tian family. If they are not careful, they will be revenge.

"It is really difficult to instigate a rebellion by such a person. If the court is more enlightened, he may be able to become one of the three giants in the north and south, north and west with King Fu and Duke Ding. He is a famous general." Song Beiyun sighed and said, "Then how sure do you think the water attack is? Old Liu."

"Fifty percent." Old Liu opened his face and said, "Fifty percent died."

Song Beiyun took a deep breath: "If he really carried it over, the reinforcements will arrive."

"Yes... the spy in front reported that the troops from many provinces gathered in Yongzhou five days ago and were heading towards this place. If I couldn't take Hengyang City, I had to retreat to Changsha."

Song Beiyun ate a piece of lard residue: "No matter what, 50% of them have to take a gamble!"

At this moment, Fu Huaigu in their mouths was already dying, and his originally red skin was white. He is now bradycardia, atrioventricular block and even sinus arrest often occur, and he has entered the coma stage from consciousness disorder.

If Song Beiyun was here, he would be able to determine that this was an electrolyte disorder at the first time, and the infection on his body had caused a large number of Staphylococcus aureus to enter the meridian circulation, causing sepsis and sepsis.

There is no help.

General Gan sat beside him, watching the commander who was as good as his master and his father for a long time, his tears were almost dry, and the hands he held in his hand turned from hot to cool, and his blood was gone.

"Master, wake up..."

But no matter how he called, Fu Huaigu didn't move. Only after three quarters of an hour, he slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the people around him, opened his mouth slightly, and then said something.

"Master...what did you say, Master..."

The ginseng kneeled beside him with a crying voice: "You will be fine, don't worry, handsome man..."

Fu Huaigu tried hard to shake his hand and spoke with all his strength: "Stop..."

But before he finished speaking, he exhaled in the last breath and no longer had the sound of inhaling. Then his pulse and heart movements stopped. Where could the general of Gansu hear what he said, and just howled and found a doctor.

After the doctor came over to check carefully, he sighed helplessly and shook his head silently: "Master... is gone."

The general collapsed on the ground at once. He didn't expect that the general would go there like this, which made him fall into deep despair.

After guarding Fu Huaigu's body for about an hour, he wiped his tears and stood up: "Master, I will definitely guard this city. When the reinforcements arrive, I will kill Song Gou to bury him with the Master!"

He knelt heavily on the ground, kowtowed three times to the body on the bed. When he got up, he was covered in blood and blood on his forehead, but he didn't care. He just got up with a simple pack of white cloth: "Come on, get the handsome helmet!"

He took the coach and the military talisman and walked out, but hesitated when he was about to tell others about Fu Huaigu's death. But in the end he made a decision and beat the drum for recruitment...

"What are they knocking on the big night?"

Song Beiyun held a bowl in his hand and looked at Hengyang City. He contained a bowl of porridge. He ordered some lard and salt on the porridge, and a piece of dry and hard cake. Soaked the cake in the porridge, which was very fragrant.

"Mr. Song, this is a drum that is used to recruit and use it." Xiaoyu explained next to it: "The three-way drum is killed, and those who have not arrived have been killed."

"Ao...so." Song Beiyun took a sip of the porridge: "The whole army is on standby to guard against the enemy's breakthrough."

But their defense seemed to be useless, because there was no sign of opening the city gate. Instead, the flag on the top of the city seemed to have been changed, but it was too dark to see what the flag had changed.

"Hmm??" Song Beiyun looked at the series of confusing operations, and he was also a little confused: "What are you doing?"

Xiaoyu had good eyes. He looked carefully, but still couldn't see clearly what was going on.

"Mr. Song, why don't I let you sneak in and investigate?"

"Forget it." Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "Can they still make people in it? Just keep our side."

But even though that is the case, Song Beiyun was really curious about what he did. He changed the flags on the city wall, which was not a common thing.

Did someone in it rebel?

However, now it has reached the point of siege, and they have no reason to rebel, because even if they rebel, the middle and above will definitely not survive, so this hard bone must be chewed and cannot be taken advantage of. In order to get off the city, many generals even choose to break the city and slaughter the city.

Otherwise, those rebels would not know how serious the rebellion was. They would fight if they could win, but they would not fight, and they would surrender if they could, and they would survive no matter what.

Too kindness will add a lot of trouble to yourself later.

"Go and send some people." Song Beiyun rubbed his nose: "No matter what happened, go to the city to play some festive tunes for them and use suona."

Soon, a few professional suona players came to the city, found a slope on the shady back and lay down, and then the sound of suona tickled. The sharp and high-pitched sound spread far in the night sky, and the festive tone of the married daughter seemed particularly chaotic and annoying.

"Shishuai Yun, why..."

"No, I just thought that the enemy was tired and disturbed me. You just played the suona, change the shift, don't stop me, keep blowing until they can't stand it."

Of course, Song Beiyun didn't know that Fu Huaigu had died. He just made up his mind to play the suona for the night for others. One was to disgust them, and the other was to prevent some people from falling asleep and drag down their combat effectiveness.

But when this tone sounded like a new general who had just taken the commanding seal, it had a different flavor. He stood at the door and listened to the festive sounds faintly from the night sky. His eyes were almost glaring out, and he wanted to take someone out to kill the life of the Song Gou outside!

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By the way, everyone. Actually, I have always wanted to write a sketch about traditional Chinese monsters. Do you think you should try it? In fact, it is not for making money, I just want to write it because I have never found any related books.
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