Fo Baonu easily communicates with the people here, and even feels much easier than Song Beiyun, because when she is with Song Gou, she has to do it step by step, otherwise she may be buried by him. But when she talks with these people, she feels condescending.

If Song Gou doesn't wake up, she will be fearless, and she will not panic even when facing Yan Shu.

In that moment, it seemed as if the arrogant prince of Liao was back, and he was no longer a weak little girl who was suppressed by Song Gou.

"Okay." Yan Shu laughed and said, "Then Prince Yelu's title was left to wait for the man to wake up before coming out. Let's play some words with us before, so I'll be fine."

"It's okay, but who knows when that person will wake up?"

Yan Shu glanced at Song Beiyun: "He has a good alcohol tolerance, and it will be fine later."

After Lord Yan introduced the Buddha Baonu to the talented man present, the people around him immediately became awe-inspiring at her, because the rumors were rumored that the eldest prince of the Liao Kingdom was an amazing person, and he was involved in both literary and military strategies, and he was also a top-notch handsome man in the world.

It seems that she is indeed like this now. She is well-intentioned, well-organized, and looks as handsome as rumored. Except for the feminineness of some women, the rest are like a handsome man.

If Yan Shu hadn't become fat, he would have been able to beat Prince Yelu, but now...

Fortunately, although Yan Shu's stomach got up, there were still a lot of goods in his stomach. He was more than enough to compare with this Buddha Baosou in terms of talent.

But as the host, he didn't have much to talk, so he could only silently watch the prince of Liao and force the talented men of the Song Dynasty to retreat step by step.

"Since the lyrics are going to be later, let's write a poem. Since you don't want to give a title, I will use the four words "Flowers, Snow and Moon" to give a title, each word and a poem, can I write a poem?"

This is the most common poem title, but it makes people present difficult, because the more common the title is, the more difficult it is to write, either the ancients are ahead of their pearls or clichés.

Yan Shu was not panicked. His eyes turned and it became a poem, but the others were in trouble and whispered together in groups of three or three.

At this time, Song Beiyun got up in a daze, supported himself with one hand in front of the low table, half-squinted his eyes, and looked at the shadow of the person in front of him.

"Wake up?"

Yan Shu walked forward: "Your Highness, the prince who is in charge of yours, she is already killing you."

Song Beiyun opened his eyes in a daze: "Come on, drink. Today I am slightly drunk and I am better than to get drunk."

The Buddha Baonu slowly walked over from the front, chanting poems in his mouth, which sounded neat and full of artistic conception.

Song Beiyun raised his eyes slightly and looked at her, then turned his head, poured himself a glass of wine, and ate a bite of cold dishes.

"No matter what she is doing." Song Beiyun continued to lean against her, looking at Yan Shu with drunken eyes: "Isn't it enough to have you?"

Yan Shu saw that he was indeed a little drunk, so he shook his head and turned around and walked away, but Fo Baonu came to Song Beiyun with a glass of wine, and looked at Song Beiyun with a high waist: "Are you crazy now? I want to see how you are like a romantic woman?"

Xiao Song squinted his eyes and looked up at her, and said with a smile: "Is it good to have a green mountain building outside the mountain?"

"What's the point?" Fo Baonu smiled and said, "It's just a nonsense sentence."

"When will the singing and dancing in West Lake be over?" Xiao Song smiled and said, "I think it's good."

Hum? After hearing the first half of the sentence, Yan Shu felt a little energetic. Just two sentences already had the meaning of flowers and moon, and it sounded quite a bit despicable. The Louwai Building by the West Lake sang and danced all night.

"The warm wind makes the tourists drunk." Song Beiyun stretched and pointed to the people behind Fu Baonu who were looking at him, and his tone suddenly sank: "Take Hangzhou as Bianzhou."

As soon as the fourth sentence came out, Fo Baonu changed his face first. He was from the Liao Kingdom and the crown prince of the Liao Kingdom. But now Bianzhou is already the territory of the Liao Kingdom, and he is even planning to officially establish his capital in Bianliang.

But as soon as these words came out of Song Beiyun's mouth, the feeling changed, and the spearhead was directly on Fo Baonu's face.

Of course, Xiao Song didn't care about this, just blurred his eyes, pointed at the scholars behind him and shouted in a crazy manner: "Flowers, snow and moon, is this snow cool enough?"

Many of those scholars were ashamed, and some of them were even lost. They sat there with red faces and started to drink the wine. The country was broken, but they were still in this romance. I remembered that it was indeed a bastard.

"Song Beiyun!" Fo Baonu came to Song Beiyun and said viciously: "What do you mean?"

"What do I mean?" Song Beiyun held her wrist with one hand and pressed her neck with the other hand, making her forehead press against her: "I told you not to be too arrogant, it's almost a little bit."

Fo Baonu shook his hand away, and Yan Shu saw that the scene was a little out of control, so he immediately stood up and greeted him again. It took a long time before the atmosphere became lively.

Song Beiyun stood up shakingly, walked to the door with his yawning and shaking his sleeves, holding the melon seeds in his hand and began to snatch. Looking at the bright and transparent moon in the sky, he silently calculated that he had been in this world for almost twelve years.

Before he knew it, it was almost twelve years... In previous years, he would hide alone on the Mid-Autumn Festival. It was not Qiao Qiao, Yu Sheng, and Aunt Hong who could not give him warmth, but that he could never forget his parents.

But this year, he may not be able to hide, because he has a home and is about to become a father.

"Dad and Mom, I'm about to be a father, so don't worry." Song Beiyun smiled at the moon and said, "I'm pretty good, it's really good. God is very kind to me."

As he was talking to himself, his shoulder was patted. He turned his head and saw Yan Shu's big face. Yan Shu handed him a cup of hot tea: "Are you better?"

"It's okay." Xiao Song yawned again: "When are you going to make a fuss? I really want to have a few drinks with you."

"Let's go tomorrow, after watching the moon tomorrow, I'll go find you."

"Well, I'll prepare roast chicken for you."

"Okay." Yan Shu smiled and hit Song Beiyun: "Be careful, too, many people in the court have seen you feel uncomfortable these days."

"Isn't it just because it went too smoothly? It's okay." Song Beiyun waved his hand: "It's okay, it'll be fine in a while, I'll deal with it."

"There is nothing you can't figure out in the world?"

"Yes." Song Beiyun spread his hands helplessly: "For example, the princess has a big belly."

The two men understood and laughed out loud. The laughter was particularly harsh in Fo Baonu's ears. She was disgusted by Song Beiyun's poem just now. Now that she doesn't find any more, she will definitely not be able to sleep tonight.

So she turned her head and walked towards Song Beiyun again, and Yan Shu glanced at her, shook her head helplessly, and turned around to continue to greet the guests.

"Since you're awake, I'm going to make a question."

Fo Baonu looked at Song Beiyun with his chin on his back: "Do you dare to accept the call?"

"It should be a bit of a bet." Song Beiyun walked in front of the hall and sat down at the guest seat: "Today, everyone will be a witness. I will make a bet with the prince of Liao. If I can't answer the question of the prince of Liao, I will only rely on the mission of doing a cow or horse."

Fo Baonu looked at him and narrowed his eyes: "Okay, if you answer, I will promise you something."

The atmosphere became warm again, and Fo Baonu pointed at Xiao Song and continued, "Song Beiyun, if you can't answer today, you can go to Liao Kingdom with me!"

The people in the hall exploded with a buzzing sound. None of them expected that this person was the infamous Song Beiyun, and they even thought that they could point fingers at Song Beiyun one day!

However, after his identity was exposed, many people discovered that Song Beiyun was not a man with a green face and fangs that could eat people without spitting bones, nor was he as tall as three heads and six arms. Instead, he was a young man. Except for a terrifying aura between his eyebrows, the rest were quite pleasing.

People say that he is nine thousand years old, but now he is indeed extremely rampant.

"What if I answered?" Song Beiyun smiled and said, "What should you do?"

Fo Baonu chuckled: "I will return you to the state of Song Dynasty!"

"Oh, Youzhou, right?" Song Beiyun stood up: "Okay, that's it! Don't regret it."

"I don't regret it."

At this time, Yan Shu walked forward calmly and reached out to stop him: "You two have a rest first. This matter is of great importance, and I need to inform you."

"Go!" Song Beiyun shook his head: "Go and tell the official family, I, Song Beiyun, are going to regain Youzhou for the Song Dynasty!"

Youzhou was not in the hands of the Great Liao Dynasty, and Fo Baonu was a little speechless when he was exposed, but unexpectedly, Song Beiyun agreed. At this moment, Anu really didn't understand what strange things were thinking in Song Beiyun's mind... It was amazing.

Xiao Song sat loosely holding a wine glass. The scholars on both sides had already sat down, while the Buddha Baonu sat quietly opposite Xiao Song. The scene was solemn, as if it was about to break out.

"After a while, what I want is a famous chapter of all ages." Fo Baonu smiled and said, "Don't make up the numbers for me."

"Okay." Song Beiyun tilted his head and replied casually: "You just let the horse come over."

"Then Lord Song has decided where to live after going to Liao Kingdom?"

"Can you squeeze it?"

An uncontrollable laughter came faintly from the hall, but Fo Baonu slapped the table: "I see how long will you be crazy!"

Yan Shu also rushed to the palace gate with a quick horse. After the announcement, he was introduced to Xiaoyu.

Zhao Xing was still reviewing the memorial in the study room. When he saw Yan Shu coming, he raised his head: "What's the matter with that grandson of Song Beiyun?"

"He is gambling in Youzhou..."

With a stroke of the pen in Zhao Xing's hand, the red cinnabar ink cut from one end of the memorial to the other end.

"Ah?? Say it again."

"Official family." Yan Shu bowed and said, "Song Beiyun is gambling with the Liao Dynasty's eldest prince."

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Chapter completed!