"You don't know that if you see such snow falling in poverty in that poor mountain, every household will feel panic. But in Chang'an, you are enjoying the snow."

Xiao Song lay next to the snow-watching platform in Hongchun Tower, looking down at the railing, and endlessly enjoying the snow.

This Hongchun Tower is the property of Fo Baonu, and is specially used to compete for business with Song Beiyun's Tianshangfang. The Hongchun Tower is open wherever the Tianshangfang is opened, and the Hongchun Tower is available, and it can be as cheap as the Tianshangfang.

Now I can't get rid of it, and I can't get rid of it. Later, Song Beiyun was too lazy to compete, but instead grabbed the shopkeeper of Hongchunlou and gave him another set of process mode. After all, I felt a little disgusted when I let Fo Baonu follow him and lose money.

Today, there is the first snow in Chang'an. Song Beiyun was invited to Hongchun Tower to enjoy the snow and winter. Alas, it is boring. These literati have never experienced real suffering. For those who are hungry, snow means a comeback of hunger.

But he couldn't ask everyone in the world to have that vision. In any case, there would be people who stayed in a corner and hid under the big city of Chang'an to have fun.

"Mr. Song, does this mean that you have a proper governance, the people live and work in peace, and everyone can eat and wear warmth?"

"It's early." Xiao Song raised his hand in a lack of interest: "I won't be with you today."

After saying that, he gently brushed his sleeves, turned around and went downstairs and walked straight away.

The people who were left behind were stunned at that time. Today, they finally saved up a game to come and make Song Beiyun happy. After all, I heard that he was the number one talented man in the Song Dynasty and the top scholar. When I came here to take advantage of the elegant and elegant style, I might even be able to attract him to create another amazing piece.

But who would have thought that if he had done something bad, Song Beiyun left with his sleeves. Seeing his face was actually unhappy, the people who stayed here were restless, and some even began to complain about the organizer. The organizer was originally a Chang'an scholar, which was considered a clear stream of water. Now he sat there with a confused look on his face. He was still very energetic just now, but now his hands were trembling, his face turned pale, and he was at a loss.

This is offending Song Beiyun...

He was shocked. After all, since ancient times, it has been a compulsory course in the officialdom. But now Song Beiyun really makes them unable to make sure. He is not greedy for money or elegance. Even after marrying the princess, there is no news of any romantic debt, it is not easy to hunt, and it is even worse to eat. There seems to be nothing he is interested in in the world.

After a while, flattery was always slapped on the horse's legs, and everyone knew that Song Beiyun was so powerful that even if the first and second-rank officials in the court were not respectful to him, they would have to be polite.

"School officer, you have caused a big trouble." The friend who was studying in the school came up and sighed and said, "Today, seeing that Mr. Song's face is obviously wrong, your future is worrying."

Not to mention the school officials as organizers, even the guests invited together were worried. The first snow feast ended in such a bad mood.

Song Beiyun, who frightened them all, came to the college district at this moment.

He was wearing a fox fur cloak and a thick scarf around his neck. Only Xiaoyu followed behind him. The two walked one after another, but without saying a word.

Song Beiyun was in a very bad mood today. First of all, news came that the reform of the Jinling military system was blocked, and officers at all levels were resisting this reform, believing that this was a foundation that shakes the ancestors. Some people even secretly wrote a few books, saying that Song Beiyun was an outsider who wanted to shake the foundation of the Song Dynasty and overturn the tall buildings of the Song Dynasty.

All these contents were copied to Song Beiyun by Zhao Xing, and there are still many people who secretly participated in him. Some people have even begun to falsely accuse Song Beiyun of forming cliques and making personal gains. Therefore, Zhao Xing meant that this year, we will not let Song Beiyun come back to attend the grand court meeting to avoid decentralization and save trouble.

Song Beiyun also knew that Zhao Xing did not want to cause trouble for him, and also knew that Zhao Xing planned to fight to the end with those ministers alone, but this kind of thing was not a big deal for Song Beiyun, but for Zhao Xing's kindness, he really might not be able to fight to the death.

But this year when the reform contradictions are at its most intense, I am indeed not suitable to appear in Jinling. As for the nonsense of forming cliques for personal gain, Song Beiyun doesn’t care at all. Those people are worthy of forming cliques and forming cliques? What kind of party is it? Are stinky fish and rotten shrimp parties?

Since Zhao Xing was willing to tell him, he actually didn't care, but people's words were really awesome. His reputation was shattered in Jinling. Everyone knew that he was the King of Yan of Song. Add to the evil comments from the people in the martial arts world to him. Some things were hard to speak of. As his official position is getting bigger and bigger, he needs to be more cautious. It is a big taboo to capsize the ship in the gutter. Now he either doesn't take action or kills with one blow like a tiger. Door does not mean he is cowardly, but needs to accumulate greater energy.

"Mr. Song, are you in a bad mood?"

When I arrived at a familiar teahouse, an old man took a copper pot and placed it in front of him.

"There are more and more troubles, and I'm a little irritable." Xiao Song picked up the pot and started brewing tea by himself: "After the spring breeze was so proud, the horse's hooves were not so happy now."

"Mr. Song doesn't need to be so worried." The old man brought a few pieces of pastries and some braised side dishes from the back and put them on the table: "Some things are shared by people and gods, so why fear others' slander."

Xiao Song smiled and waved his hand: "Don't comfort me, mainly because I haven't shown up for too long, and some shrimp soldiers and crab generals have climbed out again. These things are like mosquitoes and flies, which are annoying and blocking my way."

"The tiger has no helpless fly." The old man chuckled: "But the turtle can do it."

"Will you really form a clique for personal gain?" Xiao Song raised his head: "You old man is so bad."

"Hahaha, Lord Song. You just need to release the croaker, why do you need to build a net by yourself?"

Xiao Song rolled his eyes and looked at the old man, shook his head: "It's been heard that more than fifty years ago, the family of Han Tong, the general of the Later Zhou Dynasty, was killed by Wang Yansheng, and was later awarded the title of Zhongshu Ling by Taizu. Hearing this, Han Tong's son, named Li Tuer, did not die, but his whereabouts were unknown."

"The villain doesn't understand what Lord Song said."

"Do you know why I often come to you for tea?" Xiao Song twisted his neck: "Just want to hear what other smart people in the world said. What are the things that happened to Han Liu, the three heroes of the country back then?"

The old man lowered his head and smiled: "Who knows?"

"Duke Han, I have been hiding for a lifetime, really refuse to come out again?"

The old man chuckled, turned around and walked inside with the pot, and muttered, "The water is cold, I'll go change to a pot."

"Han Gong, in terms of seniority, I have to call you uncle, you are unwilling to help me?" Xiao Song stood up and said, "I am Lao Wang's apprentice."

The old man paused his foot and slowly turned around. A light suddenly appeared in his dim eyes. He looked up and down at Song Beiyun, but Song Beiyun just took out the jade pendant: "Uncle Han, do you really refuse to come out of the mountain?"

The old man chuckled and said, "I don't know what Lord Song is talking about."

"Do you really refuse?" Xiao Song narrowed his eyes and asked again: "Don't you listen to my master's words?"

The old man staggered forward for a few steps, but stopped again, then slowly turned around: "Your master is now..."

"He traveled around and left me a letter saying that I could find you and the great medical officer's lineage. The three lineages were integrated to protect the Central Plains for thousands of years." Xiao Song continued, it was half true and half false, after all, the smelly old man didn't know where to go: "I am really not good at internal affairs. I am very annoyed by being tossed like this all day long. I want to develop industry and diplomacy. The internal affairs are always needed to help me."

"I can't do it anymore, I'm old." The old man said in a deep voice: "Now I'm just a tea-making person."

"Then do you have disciples? What about students?"

"No."

"It's okay to have children!"

"Several sons died early."

Xiao Song slowly sat back to his seat: "I have been searching for so many years, but I didn't expect that the uncle was under my nose."

After a while, the old man changed a pot of tea and placed it in front of Song Beiyun: "How did you find out?"

"It's a coincidence." Xiao Song held his hand on the table: "Last spring, I came here to inspect the construction of the college. I was thirsty on the road and found a tea shop. I drank this first sip and it tasted just like the taste in the old man's teapot. I kept my mind and came here every few days. After drinking all the teas from you, I found that my judgment was correct. This is the taste I have drunk since I was a child, engraved in my bones. But I dare not disturb you, I was worried, and I ran away with some movement."

The old man's eyelids slowly drooped: "Maybe it's fate."

"Later, I ordered people to trace the root of the problem. Although no one knows who you are, you can probably know your identity after eliminating it." Xiao Song picked up the tea bowl and took a big sip: "After that, I thought about finding an opportunity to recognize you. Now I think the time has come."

The old man still shook his head: "I have no more time."

"Then you can't ignore it. You see, you are alone. Now someone who can give you a care for your old age and see you off will appear. You really don't care?"

The old man looked up and down at Song Beiyun and laughed in silence: "You are the same as my senior brother, and you are all bandit-like in the inside and out."

"It's the same lineage."

The old man was silent for a long time, and then said, "Although I have no children, I have a grandson."

"Stop." Xiao Song waved his hand: "How old is your grandson? Do you still have a granddaughter?"

"You think beautifully!" The old man rolled his eyes: "My granddaughter is almost forty years old. But I have cut off contact since she got married. If you have that intention, go find her."

"I'm a bigger round than me, what's the point of contacting her?" Xiao Song spread his hands: "As for your grandson... I want a top player, I don't just stuff someone over here."

"My grandson is about twenty years old this year, and his name is Han Qi, just like when I was young..."

Song Beiyun didn't even hear the old man's words. After hearing the name Han Qi, he suddenly jingled in his mind.

Han Qi! A big guy who can compete with Yan Shu!

"By the way, if you have a grandson, don't you go to your grandson? Are you selling tea here?"

"Can I recognize him?" The old man frowned slightly: "He is now in the territory of Liao Kingdom, just go find him. With your ability to be in heaven, it is not difficult to find someone, right?"

Just when Xiao Song was looking for help, in the college at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, the little princess who had just finished class snatched the meal and was lying on the wall of the yard watching the snow.

The snow here is completely different from the one on the grassland. When the snow on the grassland is difficult to distinguish between the east, south, west and north. In addition, the howling wind makes it whirlpool, snow is torture. However, the snow here is fluttering, slowly falling on the treetops, grass, and houses, with very distinct layers, which makes people like it at first glance.

The courses these days are very tight, and the little princess can barely keep up with the progress of the courses of this advanced Chinese class. She now teaches classes during the day and recites at night, and she has almost no spare time.

Fortunately, the people in the grassland are hard-working, so she doesn't feel that it's hard, but instead feels that it's much more fulfilling and comfortable than living on the grassland.

Here she met many friends, learned a lot of new things, and even realized that their Han people's lives were so good...

Looking back on the hard days on the grassland, even if she is a princess, she doesn’t have any special preferential treatment. It’s just that the tent is bigger than others, and she still smells of cattle and sheep all day long.

After coming here, she was full of fragrance and it was very popular. Moreover, she heard that she was born for public expenses and didn’t need to spend any money. This day is really like heaven for children on the grassland.

"Little princess from the grassland, do you want to go to the lake to play with snow?"

When the girls with good relationship with her passed by her, they saw her standing there eating, and they teased and called her.

"Go back later, I haven't finished eating yet."

"What are you eating? Go quickly. Senior Brother Tang is there too!" The Hanmin girl jumped and shouted, "He will go back later."

"I won't go, I won't go, I'm married, really."

"Who can you marry? You can't stop us from looking good-looking young masters. Princess Taiping has said that eating men is a man, and women are so greedy. So what if you look at it?"

After saying that, they dragged the little princess out, and on the way she would be hungry, she would be stuffed with snacks. These are all rich girls, so how could they search like this little girl on the grassland?

He took the person to the snowy lake, and his silver appearance was indeed beautiful. Although it was a little cold, the cotton coats issued by the college were not vegetarian.

The few of them stood aside and saw a group of girls gathering at the bridgehead surrounded by a few talented people, and those people seemed to be reciting poems and essays over there under the heavy snow.

"Little princess, I'll talk to you."

Now the nickname of the little princess is Little Princess, who made her say that she is the daughter of the Great Khan of the Grassland all day long?

"Ah? What are you talking about?" The little princess was eating a piece of sweet red bean glutinous rice cake, and she ate a mouthful of syrup.

"In this Chang'an City, if you are talented and handsome, the first place must be the Marquis of Song. He is young and promising, handsome and talented. He likes him as long as he is a girl. If you say he is your husband, then ask the girls here, how many of them are not his wives."

The girls around them giggled and pushed each other, and they were not shy, cheerful and lively.

But the little princess was unhappy, she stamped her feet: "He is really my husband!"

"Yes, yes, it's yours, it's mine, it's all of us." The girl hugged the cute little princess' waist and smiled happily: "But, Mr. Song's wife is Princess Taiping. Princess Taiping is not simple, smart and knowledgeable, has a great family background, and is very beautiful. It's not that we can compare with each other, so Mr. Song don't think about it. But this senior brother is different. Although he is a little worse than Mr. Song, he is only a little bit. Look at his figure, it looks good!"

The little princess curled her lips: "I have a husband!"
Chapter completed!