When time has entered the middle of the year, the poetry meeting still has no intention of stopping. The wine has been on the four wheels and the atmosphere is still hot.

After three rounds, Song Gou left behind three famous works. Everyone was waiting for Song Gou to write the fourth one, but he was drunk and couldn't wake up.

However, three wins in five games, Song Beiyun had already won, and the eldest prince of Liao lost completely. In such a joke environment, Youzhou became the nominal land of the Song Dynasty again.

Although I don’t know what the specific use of this, at least Da Song made a sigh, although this breath came from the incompetent Song Beiyun.

The third update was approaching when Fo Baonu left. She seemed in a very bad mood, but she did not "return" Youzhou to the Song Dynasty, but failed to let Song Gou go to become the Liao Dynasty.

As the guests dispersed, Xiaoyu appeared at the door and bowed to the young man who was slightly drunk in the corner and said, "It's time for the official family to go back to the palace."

"I don't want to go, I'll live here today." Zhao Xing pointed to Song Beiyun, who was sleeping like a dog in front of him, and said, "Just sleeping here like him."

Xiaoyu looked embarrassed: "The official family, it's Mid-Autumn Festival, it's better to go back."

"I won't go!" Zhao Xing smashed the cup in his hand towards the ground: "Don't you understand?"

His voice was very loud, awakening Song Beiyun. He opened his eyes in a daze and looked over there. After seeing Zhao Xing losing his temper, he was about to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he vomited all over the floor.

Yan Shu stood at the door with his waist on his back, his face full of helplessness...

But after returning to her residence, she couldn't fall asleep for a long time after washing up. She lay on the bed, unfolded the sheets of paper, and looked at the poems on the paper, and the more she read, the more she liked it.

If these three poems are not linked to Song Beiyun, everyone would sigh at how extraordinary apt this is. Although it is not as arrogant as Li Taibai's "Phoenix Song and Laughing Confucius" is superior to elegance and tranquility, although it is not as difficult as Du Fu's "desperate and new wine glass" is superior to the success or as he wishes.

It is not an exaggeration to say that this person is a genius, right? Is that true? In ancient times, Cao Zhi made a poem with seven steps, but today he has seen Song Beiyun's fascination with three steps into poem with three steps.

Even though Fo Baonu was unwilling to accept it, she still had to admit that Song Beiyun was the top talent and literary talent, and no one could compare with the world's greatness. Even a crazy person like Yan Shu was willing to give him a disadvantage.

But the more this happens, the more angry the Buddha Baonu became, the more he became, the less he could not sleep. As soon as he turned his head, it was already dawn, but she was still rolling on the bed.

"No, no, I'm going to sleep..."

Fo Baonu covered his head with a quilt, but his eyes were still dripping with no sleepiness.

It was almost noon when she fell asleep, and Xiao Song was also in a similar situation to her.

Xiao Song was really drunk yesterday. He was carried to the guest room by the servants of the Yan Mansion. His sleep was like he was dead. Yan Shu was afraid that he would drown by his vomit, so he ordered his servants at home to go and check it out for a quarter of an hour.

Xiao Song slept from the night before until the afternoon of the next day. When he got up, he felt a split headache and he fell into a state of chaos. He sat on the head of the bed for a long time, but he didn't even have the strength to move his feet.

However, when he was sleeping, Song Beiyun's name could be said to have echoed throughout the Jinling literary world. His reputation became complicated. Those who hate him did not know before that this person's literary talent could reach this level, and he did not expect that his wildness could reach this level.

Let the eldest prince of Liao Dynasty grind ink, and he can write natural witty words at will, and even drunk, he can still make famous works in an instant.

This is completely inconsistent with his name as a jester and a treacherous minister.

Many people think that Song Beiyun is a pity. If he is willing to join the literary world for thousands of years, he will definitely have a place, but he has become such a dirty and corrupt official.

As the discussion deepened, people also dug out all kinds of things about Song Beiyun. When everyone spread it, they found that Song Gou, who could stop her children from crying at night, was once a talented and stubborn person.

Determination of refugees, quelling plagues, collecting lost land, etc. are all the actions of Master Qingtian, not to mention that he is also a talented person in Jieyuan, Luzhou Prefecture.

You should know that it was last year's Jie Yuan, which is not a joke. Originally, there was nothing special about Jie Yuan in a state, but after the scientific examination was reorganized last year, the weight of this Jie Yuan was almost the same as the top scorer. In addition, due to the rebellion this year, the spring examination could not be held. Although the Double Ninth Festival was added, it was equivalent to the second discipline after the reform.

In other words, last year's Luzhou Jieyuan was equivalent to the top scorer in the new academic year.

Song Beiyun is the top talent!

After learning this bad news, many old men who didn't care about the world had the urge to beat their feet and stamp their chests. They thought hard about why the top scorer fell to the current appearance.

But no matter how shocked the literary world was, Song Beiyun thought without feeling it. He finally returned home because today is the real Mid-Autumn Festival, and he would go home no matter when.

Originally, he had said that he would bring Aunt Hong here, but because Brother Yusheng was now walking around and performing the duties of the imperial envoy to supervise the construction of temples and was just in Nanchang, Xiao Song was too lazy to get into trouble, so he just asked the caravan to bring mooncakes and gifts of all sizes to Aunt Hong and Yusheng.

"You have become famous, amazing, Song Caizi." Qiao Qiao's hands were full of flour, and they were filming mooncakes in front of the hall, which was quite interesting.

"That's right? When I went out this morning, the streets were discussing our Mr. Song." Jin Ling'er has now changed into loose clothes, because her belly can be seen. If she wears the tug-up clothes, it will be easy to get rid of them: "A dozen newspapers are published in the official newspaper, and the title is very shocking. Song Beiyun threw everything away, and the eldest prince ruined Youzhou."

Song Beiyun turned over and poked Miaoyan's thigh with a burp that was pulled from the bamboo.

"Do you owe it?" Miaoyan slapped him: "If you owe your hand, cut it off."

"That won't work. Song Caizi's hand is worth a thousand gold now. If you cut it off, I don't know how many girls in the city will shed tears secretly." Jin Ling'er said sarcastically: "I'm afraid that even the prince of Liao Kingdom has shaken his heart to this Song Caizi, right?"

"Whatever you do, you are the number one in the world, you are the best in the world," Song Beiyun sat up and said, "Zhao Ling, you are talking about you, don't look at Qiaoqiao."

Qiao Qiao laughed, and Jin Ling'er glanced at Song Gou and curled her lips: "When there was no princess of Liao, you called someone Jin Ling. Now, now you have that princess of Liao, you call me Zhao Ling? You are the name Zhao Ling? Kneel down!"

Song Beiyun rubbed her face, turned around and poured himself a glass of water: "Don't mention her, she is simply a pervert, she really pestered me."

"If you hadn't liked her, why didn't you kill her? You can't do it with your ability, right?"

If you want to be ruthless, Jin Ling'er is not a fuel-efficient light. She is not only good at driving, but also can kill people like this.

"So girls shouldn't discuss such topics." Song Beiyun yawned: "I'll be able to scare her. If she really gets killed, the Liao Dynasty's lords will come to power. Do you want to fight a war with Liao?"

After Xiao Song said that, he rubbed his temples: "Don't harm your father. He is not young anymore. Let him be purified for a few years."

"Who will be purified for a few years?"

While he was talking, King Fu actually walked in from the door, his face was not as straight as a nose.

Before Song Beiyun could speak, he pointed to the side: "You two are so brave. You dare to dig out a secret door in the yard? If you want people to know, wouldn't you be a laughing stock?"

Jin Ling'er immediately pointed at Song Beiyun, and Song Bei spread his hands: "Prince, who do you believe in?"

King Fu didn't say much, just walked away. After all, there were female relatives here, so it was hard for him to enter and exit at will. However, after the secret door was discovered, he walked over curiously, but found that it was Song Beiyun's yard...

But not long after he left, a crisp "click" sound came from the backyard, and Song Beiyun ran out with a roar.

After passing by, I saw Prince Fu standing there looking down at the clip on his feet...

"Little bastard, are you putting a clip in your own yard?"

When Prince Fu saw Song Beiyun coming, he cursed: "What if Jin Ling'er is injured?"

Song Beiyun hesitated for a while, then lowered his head and said, "This... the position of the clip was designed by her."

Prince Fu was speechless for a moment, but he asked Song Beiyun to open the clip in anger. After being opened, King Fu snorted and left. When he left, he cursed: "Two evil deeds!"

After King Fu left, Jin Ling'er secretly poked her head out behind Song Beiyun: "Are you leaving?"

"And, let's go." Song Beiyun nodded and said, "Do you think there is something to improve this clip?"

"I think there should be some special features, such as a pot of dye will be poured on the top of your head after being clamped." Jin Linger touched her chin and said, "What do you think?"

"I think it's OK." Song Beiyun nodded and said, "It's okay to have to be mustard water."

"Okay, okay!" Jin Ling'er clapped and applauded: "That's it!"

However, while discussing these strange things, King Fu's head suddenly appeared from the wall and looked at Song Beiyun: "Come here."

"Oh, here we come."

The father-in-law told him that he naturally had no way to refuse, so he had to walk to the next door with his head down.

As soon as he passed, King Fu took out a letter: "There is a letter from Quanzhou."

Song Beiyun's eyes turned: "Has he found it?"

"Yes." King Fu's face looked serious: "What do you think you should do."

"The prince wants to hear the best or the safest way."

“What’s the difference?”
Chapter completed!