Zhao Xing, who had just been served after taking a shower, was dragged out of the room by Song Beiyun with an unhappy look.

"You are so crazy, you are not a good person. I am so happy, you are so prosperous and devastated."

"A old chicken, what do you think of you?"

"What do you know? The old chicken loses the fire."

Faced with such a crooked emperor, Song Beiyun actually had no clever explanation. Anyway, Zhao Xing... If he was not a royal family but an ordinary citizen, this person would have been taken to the street before he was twenty years old. Before his death, he was still shouted by the onlookers and sang a play.

He pulled the Emperor down to the Zi Shibu room, wearing a formal outfit, and looked at Song Beiyun, and then gave a big gift: "The Fujiwara family bowed to His Majesty the Emperor of Song Dynasty, and long lived His Majesty the Emperor."

"Hehe!" Zhao Xing pointed at her and smiled, "This is interesting. This is the first time I heard the cry of Long Live in the brothel."

"Okay, okay." Xiao Song waved his hand: "You are very smart. You can tell at first that he is the emperor."

The Zi Shibi did not explain it, but it was too obvious. This was the person who made Song Beiyun retreat one position independently. Moreover, he didn't look old last year. Isn't this person's identity about to be revealed?

Zhao Xing is not a good-looking person. Although he can take off his feet when he is usually a slut, he is a member of Qinglongyuan Phase I. His years of study have not been in vain, and he is very skilled in speaking angry words.

While he was talking to Zi Shibu, Xiao Song leaned against the head of the girl's bed and picked up the book A Zi was reading.

When I picked up the book, Xiao Song laughed. Isn’t this the dream of the Red Chamber written on the Dream of the Red Chamber as the blueprint when I was idle in my early years? This thing was positioned by major publishing houses, not because it is reactionary but because it... it is a bit vulgar.

Of course, it is a bit obscene for Song Beiyun, but this book has actually caused many irreparable losses. Since its publication three years ago, there have been countless elopement cases. It would be fine if these elopement cases occurred in the city, but if they were in the countryside, they would trigger various inhumane private activities.

So it was not someone else who signed the ban on this book, but it was Yan Shu, the Minister of Culture and Song Beiyun, the original author and Minister of Propaganda.

After all, the level of enlightenment has not yet reached the level of light and dust. If this kind of book is sealed, just seal it, so as not to cause any trouble.

But now I have seen the pirated Dream of the Red Mansions here again. This inferior printing quality has a large number of typos and malfunctions, which is really a blessing for this exotic literary young woman to read with relish.

But speaking of this little purple has a pretty perky butt, although her legs are a little thick, this is a big disadvantage.

Xiao Song read Xiao Huang's book for a while. At this time, the conversation between Zhao Xing was approaching, and it was already midnight. Someone sent me midnight to the point.

"A few days later, you will go to the visit as an envoy of Japan. I will meet you in the morning meeting... during the morning court." Zhao Xing looked around: "Don't live here, let this guy set you up a good place."

Zhao Xing pointed to Song Beiyun who was already sitting there and eating: "He said you are greedy for her body, are you really greedy?"

A Zi was silent for a moment and looked at Song Beiyun with a strange expression. She never expected that there would be a man in the world who could open his mouth and say such words. After all, the man of Song Dynasty has a very strange ambition...

However... his body was indeed good, and he discovered it yesterday. The Song Kingdom was thin, the Liao Kingdom was rough, the grassland was short and strong, and the Jin Kingdom was short and short, as mentioned above in Japan.

But such a tall and strong scholar appeared, with a handsome and elegant appearance, a bit of a noble young man, and a good civil and military style, and unparalleled strategy. Such a person will naturally be favored by women. There are more than just beautiful ladies and gentlemen in the world.

"Don't look at me, how can a pheasant be matched with a phoenix?" Xiao Song shook his mouth: "Old Zhao, come and have something to eat. The things in the brothel are no worse than those in the palace."

"His Majesty the Emperor...I have something to ask for."

"Say." Zhao Xing brought a bowl of broth: "You can raise any humble wishes."

Zi Shibu was silent for a long time, but she was unable to adapt to the speaking style of the Song Dynasty men. Shouldn’t this “humble wish” be told by her? It felt a bit strange when the other party said this.

"It's like this. The folk girls have admired Chang'an for a long time. I want to... think about going to Chang'an for a few days, and then make plans to return to China."

"You just don't want to go back." Xiao Song said without raising his head: "What do you say that you admire Chang'an? You just want to drill deep into my motherland. The further you drill, the less people in your country will be able to find you. You ask Da Song for your family to borrow troops, this is for righteousness, and what is left is your own selfish desires."

Zi Shibu was silent for a moment, then looked up at Zhao Xing with a shiny, watery look like a wet puppy.

"Don't look at me, Chang'an has the final say." Zhao Xing pointed at Song Beiyun: "I can't do anything if he doesn't let you go."

"It's okay to go, but I don't have the Honglu Temple and I don't support idle people."

"I...I can work." A Zi said quickly: "I can eat any hardship."

"Hand stretched out."

Following Xiao Song's words, A Zi stretched out her hand, and Xiao Song pulled her hand over and showed her white and tender hands in front of Zhao Xing.

"Is this one who can work and endure hardship?" Xiao Song chuckled: "The soft girl has been in her life. Now I tell me that she can endure hardship, who are you lying to? This is the one who can endure hardship."

Xiao Song opened his hand in front of her, with calluses crisscrossing on it, as well as marks of scalds and chemical burns, which looked like a borrowed hand.

"It's so pitiful." Zhao Xing poked Xiao Song's hand with chopsticks: "Why is a good pair of hands holding the pen like this?"

"Learning literature cannot save the Chinese, Mr. Zhao."

Zi Shibu sat there, secretly glanced at Song Beiyun, and then stopped talking a few more times.

"But I heard that Miss Fujiwara is still very good, right?" Xiao Song said after a while, "I lack a secretary."

"What is the secretary?" Zhao Xing asked curiously: "I'm afraid this is not a word of tiger or wolf?"

"No, it's an assistant or something."

"Isn't the little fish okay? Don't you like the little fish the most?"

"The guard is the guard, the secretary is the secretary. Can Xiaoyu write organizational copy?" Xiao Song spat: "You treat people as animals, and the division of labor must be meticulous."

After hearing this, Zi Shibu nodded repeatedly: "I can. I used to help His Majesty deal with documents, I did it."

"It's really not easy to find someone with a higher level of education these days." Xiao Song sighed: "Especially, they are still concerned about their reputation and think that being assistants is the current person."

"Well..." Zhao Xing thought for a while: "Give me one too."
Chapter completed!