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642. December 16, four years, sunny, which one is stronger in navigation technology

I bought some good vegetarian dishes in the city, and Song Beiyun took them to find Zhao Cheng again.

No matter what, she has become like this now, and with Jin Ling'er and Zhao Xing's sister, she has to take care of her a little even in this relationship.

Xiao Song didn't expect Fo Baonu to be so good to her queen, right? That woman, I thought I knew who she would be. For her, Zhao Cheng would do as long as she didn't starve to death, and the rest didn't matter at all.

When she saw Zhao Cheng again, her mental state was significantly worse. She sat there without moving, and there was already cold food in front of her, as if she had never moved.

Xiao Song sighed when he saw her appearance, walked up to take away all the things, took out the hot food from the food box and placed it in front of her.

"Eat something."

Zhao Cheng didn't move, and this state was much more terrifying than a big quarrel. Xiao Song had read many articles online about mocking fake depression, saying that fake depression is going to die, and it was really depressed to look up at the sky.

And now Zhao Cheng looks like this and it’s really a few days to live.

"You're going to die, but it's going to be trouble. Don't you say I owe you? I won't pay it back if you die."

Xiao Song sat opposite her, crossed his legs, and smiled frivolously, "Do you plan to meet me in your next life?"

After hearing this, Zhao Cheng raised his head slightly to look at Song Beiyun, and then actually picked up the dishes and started to eat, from the beginning to the end of the chewing.

"Often people can reach hundreds of people, there will always be idle people who have been there for thousands of years." Xiao Song shook his head and smiled: "Oh, Zhao Cheng, Zhao Cheng, I never thought you would hate me to this point."

Zhao Cheng didn't speak, but continued to eat. Song Beiyun looked at her appearance and gently tapped the table: "Zhao Cheng, Zhao Cheng, why are you? You are neither Jin Ling'er's talent nor Zhao Xing's open-mindedness and cheerfulness. What are you thinking? I don't understand what you stupid B's thoughts."

Why doesn’t Xiao Song like to play with ordinary people? The reason is very simple. He really doesn’t know what those idiots are thinking, and it’s boring and unintentional. When these people sit together and talk big, in Song Beiyun’s opinion, it is tantamount to a few people who dropped out of school in the fifth grade of elementary school discussing the development and application of perpetual motion machines.

The same is true for Zhao Cheng. She once had her grand achievements, but in Song Beiyun's view, these grand achievements were just like three kindergarten children squatting in the sand pit to discuss who would be their father when they were playing house. They were ridiculously childish.

"You ignore me now, but I still have to guess." Xiao Song sat there alone and said to himself: "When you first came to Liao Kingdom, you thought you finally climbed up the high branch, hoping to use the power of the Liao Emperor to deal with me, and wish I could die."

Xiao Song said, and began to imitate Zhao Cheng's tone and expression vividly: "Your Majesty, that Song Beiyun is the most powerful disaster star in the world. You must be careful. If you have the opportunity one day, you will definitely find a way to kill him."

Zhao Cheng trembled, stopped chopsticks, but still lowered his head and did not speak.

"But you didn't expect that the beauty you always proud of has no effect on the Liao Emperor. People don't touch you at all, or even look at you directly. You don't even have the chance to blow the wind beside your pillow." Xiao Song sighed: "Sister Orange, right?"

"Shut up!"

"Then, you must still not give up. What should you do if you don't give up? That must be a solution, but one day, Emperor Liao felt that you were annoyed. I knew that guy's personality so much, so I put you under house arrest."

"Shut up!!!" Zhao Cheng covered his ears and shouted loudly: "Get out!"

"You were surprised at first, but when you heard you were sent to the temple, you were very happy for a while, feeling that you had the chance to reorganize the White Lotus. You came happily, but after you came, you found that you could not get in touch with the outside here. This is a cold palace guarded by heavy troops. The guards outside would not even say the first half of the words to you." Xiao Song still looked like a dead dog and said sarcastically: "In the first month or two, you struggled for a while, but later you found that all your struggles were futile, so you forced yourself to learn to lie on firewood and taste gall."

"I'll shut you up!"

Zhao Cheng stood up and opened his eyes wide open, holding the chopsticks tightly in his hand, tears burst out from his eyes.

"It's a pity, it's a pity that the days here are too long. All you can see is the small world in the backyard. So you can only think of ways to spend such difficult days by yourself, but your life experience is not rich or colorful. When you were a girl, you were carefree under the protection of the two princes. Later, you were also a puppet who was merciless in the White Lotus Sect. The only thing you can recall is the years you sold wine in Hangzhou, but after thinking about it for a while, it was boring." Xiao Song looked at her with a smile: "In the end, you put your hope of living on me. You use hatred as a motivation, and use this motivation to motivate yourself every day. Over time, you can't tell what you are going to do. Wanting me to die has become the whole content of your life."

Zhao Cheng raised the chopsticks in his hand and stabbed Song Beiyun, but he slapped the chopsticks in his hand and then grabbed his wrist and twisted it gently. Zhao Cheng fell to the ground after suffering pain.

"You must have wanted me to die at the beginning. You used it just now, and you wish you could make dozens of holes on me with your own hands. But, after a long time, you were also twisted. You said I owe you what I owe you, what do I owe you? You said that just because if you don't say that, you won't even have the motivation to survive." Xiao Song suddenly laughed out loud, laughing wildly: "It's just that you can't kill me incompetence and fury."

Zhao Cheng was silent for a while, then suddenly burst into tears. Her crying was miserable and was responded by Song Beiyun's rampant laughter, which made the guards outside think that Song Beiyun had done something shameful to the crazy queen.

But what does this have to do with them? The order they received was just not to let her come out and not talk to her and not let her die. What other things have to do with them.

"Zhao Cheng."

Xiao Song squatted in front of her casually, looking at her almost collapsed appearance, but there was no mercy on her face: "You are now in my hands. Not only can you not kill me, but you have to be at my mercy. What I ask you to do, you can only do what you can do, are you very angry and desperate?"

Zhao Cheng wanted to beat Song Beiyun, but she was not the opponent of this dog. She was quickly pressed on the table with her head. Song Beiyun, who was standing beside her, said fiercely: "I will bring you back to Song State, but don't think what will happen after you return to Song State. I will stare at you. You will not get a moment of freedom in your life."

After saying that, he let go of his hand and patted Zhao Cheng on the waist: "Enjoy the days when you can still cry freely. In the future, you will be worse than death. Aren't you a Buddhist? Just lie to yourself and say that you will be here to practice in this life."

Song Beiyun let go of his hand, but Zhao Cheng just lay on the table and cried, but he had no intention of getting up. Xiao Song just curled his lips and left without even looking at her with his hands behind his back.

After he left, Zhao Cheng suddenly moved. She pounded the table hard, shaking the doors and windows, and the crying sounded like the wailing sounds from the midnight cemetery in a horror novel.

Even in the royal Zen room a hundred meters away, you can clearly hear it.

"What did you do to her? I shouted so miserably?"

"You asked me to PUA her." Xiao Song scratched her face: "I didn't PUA her, I threatened her. She should be because she was hesitating whether to commit suicide. She hated herself for not being brave enough to complain. But I am already very kind, right?"

"Your sentence..." Miaoyan shook his feet and pointed his chin with his fingers: "It reminded me of a sentence."

"What's the matter?"

"I opened history and found that there was no era in this history. The four words "benevolence, righteousness and morality" were written on each page. I couldn't sleep. After reading carefully in the middle of the night, I could see the words from the cracks of the characters. The whole book said two words that were cannibalism." Miaoyan replied with a smile: "The diary of a madman."

Xiao Song was silent for a while: "I don't want to be the one who is eaten. Okay, let's talk about shipbuilding. I'll go to meet the Jin family tomorrow. Have you seen it?"

"I'm going to see you?" Miaoyan bounced his forehead: "The courtesan on the Qinhuai River has become a demon concubine of the Liao Kingdom. Isn't this clearly trying to scare the Jin Kingdom's courage? Their young master was salivating at me at the beginning."

"I'm asking someone to beat me up for you." Xiao Song said happily.

"Now they don't dare to do it, you've completely destroyed it." Miaoyan giggled with a giggle, and his back was shaking back and forth on Song Beiyun's back: "Actually, their other technologies are average, but the keel technology is definitely cross-age. Think about it. If they don't have their keel technology, the plan to go to the American continent will be at least five or six years later."

"Isn't the workshop also researching? It won't take that long."

"Do you have any research on shipbuilding?"

"without."

Miaoyan shook her head: "Navigation technology is built with human lives, and paper technology cannot cope with complex sea conditions. We all know Columbus and Magellan, but you don't know how many navigators died in the Atlantic before them."

"Well, I'll meet you tomorrow. This time, the transport ships from Lianyungang to Dalian were all modified by their sea ships, right? I remember they don't have the Blue Sea ship technology either."

"It's okay. As long as you get the original technology, the workshop will soon be able to conduct technical demonstrations and make progress greatly. At least until now, Asia is still the peak of world technology. If there are no time travelers in Europe."

"Okay, then let's go to bed today, I'll go wash up."

"You don't have enough feelings for you, you have to go to sleep next door today."

"Ha?" Xiao Song was stunned: "You are enjoying it in the afternoon, so you can just cross the river and destroy the bridge tonight."

"Yes, what are you doing to me?" Miaoyan took out his small notebook: "To reduce your favorability."
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