"What kind of Tianyou is Tianyou? If Tianyou really wants Tianyou, will it still be divided?" Zhao Xing squatted on the ground and pulled a wild cat who was hiding in the factory to keep warm: "I don't believe it. If you say that I am the god, then I think it's reasonable."

"Why haven't you gone back yet?" Song Beiyun looked at Zhao Xing with contempt: "You are really annoying."

"Anyway, I've been resting, so what if I go around?"

It was already late at night. Song Beiyun picked up the mutton and white steamed buns and started eating again. At this time, the staff in the cafeteria also sent a midnight snack.

The food here is very good, but the taste really doesn't fit Song Beiyun's taste. I don't know where to find a Zhejiang chef. He thinks that he has to put some sugar in all dishes to look high-end, so basically all dishes are sweet, which is a fatal thing for Song Beiyun. But seeing that everyone else likes to eat, he naturally didn't speak much and ate steamed buns when he had time.

"You guys work until late at night every day?"

"Sometimes it can be until dawn." Song Beiyun yawned and answered Zhao Xing's question: "This is what happened when rushing to work, and no one complained."

Because Zhao Xing has arrived at Xiu Mu, and the State Administration of China can operate normally even if he doesn't need it. Unless some major projects require him to nod, he now only reads reports and listens to reports for other trivial matters, just like Song Beiyun.

He had fewer things to make up for, and time was free, but he couldn't rest in the palace. As soon as he was free, the queen would have to discuss with him about choosing a concubine. How could he bear it? No matter how beautiful a girl turned from a wild flower to a family flower, it would be boring. This concubine selection show, how could she go out to peek at the little girl?

"I plan to hold a beauty pageant."

When Zhao Xing was speaking, Song Beiyun happened to have two boxes of lunch from the front. He handed Zhao Xing a box and sat casually on the stool next to him: "What did you say?"

"I said, I want to hold a beauty pageant." Zhao Xing took the lunch box and opened it and took a look: "Why are there green vegetables? This is winter."

"Special supply from the Academy of Sciences." Song Beiyun took the time to answer: "You continue to say what you want to choose a beauty page."

"No, please explain to me first why there are green vegetables here, and there are not many in the palace?"

"Didn't you understand the special offer of the Academy of Sciences?" Song Beiyun looked up at Zhao Xing: "Who are they here? They are all important weapons of great powers. Each of them is unparalleled in national talents. What's wrong with giving them some food?"

"Did I just see the old man in charge of repairing ritual vessels in the palace?" Zhao Xing turned his head and pointed at a teacher who was eating not far away: "Why did he come too?"

Speaking of this, Song Beiyun has to thank the super craftsmen trained by this noble royal system.

These people are really... really great. Everyone was worried that the workpiece accuracy deviation was severe. The teacher and his apprentice came. Although they had never been exposed to these things at the beginning, they had been dealing with these sophisticated things for the rest of their lives. They had unparalleled experience, and not only did they get started quickly, but they also became the existence of the stars in this group of people.

There are only ten people who can enjoy special allowances in the workshop. Even Song Beiyun is not qualified to receive the allowance, but four of the craftsmen created in the palace enjoy such allowances.

After knowing that these people were treasures, Song Beiyun simply refused to let them go and put them in the workshop to take their apprentices. Anyway, they had promised them that they would have the opportunity to take care of their elderly care and see them off, so they didn't have to worry at all.

In this way, the first batch of hand-made silk-soft craftsmen appeared, and there were also fewer young old men who were basking in the sun all day and doing nothing.

"So that's how it is." Zhao Xing pulled a few mouthfuls of rice into his mouth: "I think you have lived a much more fulfilling life than me."

"I am now doing nothing. I deal with some major issues every few days, and the rest are all disposal at all levels. I'm busy for a while in the first few days of each month, and then I have nothing to do."

Song Beiyun smiled but said nothing. He was idle because the state machine operation has entered the track and there was not much internal and external pressure. But no matter what country will not be so stable, it is still impossible to see it now. But when a major problem arises, it is the time to test the leader.

Sudden natural disasters such as plagues, earthquakes, tsunamis, mudslides, mountain torrents, etc., large-scale military separatism, armed treason, foreign invasions, etc. These unestimated natural disasters are the time to measure the ability of a country's leaders.

"You're really idle." Song Beiyun put the empty lunch box aside: "Just go to comfort the poor and affected people before the New Year. He sent some food, oil and bedding to his home in person, and then talked to them about family matters. Let everyone in the world see who you, Zhao Xing, are thinking about."

"Oh! This method is good." Zhao Xing felt that Song Beiyun was indeed satisfied: "I have been thinking about how to make the word emperor not so old-fashioned. I think it's all bullshit. Your method is good, and I'll ask someone to arrange it when I go back."

The two chatted here for a while, and after the work started again, Zhao Xing still didn't leave. Song Beiyun ignored him and went to harass the people in the Academy of Sciences, which made everyone unbearable. In the end, Song Beiyun came forward to ask him to go to the dormitory to rest first, so that he could be considered quiet.

"Will you rest tomorrow? I will take you to the newly opened theater to play."

Before leaving, Zhao Xing happily said to Song Beiyun: "It's so interesting. There is a new girl, it's very good."

Song Beiyun looked at the people working around him: "Let's say it tomorrow, don't bother me first."

Only then did Zhao Xing stop and went to the workshop dormitory to rest and returned the work site to a stable level.

However, the dignified emperor actually went to the dormitory to rest, which surprised everyone present. As soon as Zhao Xing left, they surrounded Song Beiyun and asked about the gossip of the strange emperor.

"Okay, let's work, I don't think it's dawn today."

It is naturally impossible for Song Beiyun to say something to these people more, and he would continue working after a few words.

Today's workload was almost three o'clock in the morning when Song Beiyun dragged his heavy body and took a shower, he went straight to the corner of the factory to rest.

But unexpectedly, the next morning, Zhao Xing came again. He was holding the food he called from the cafeteria and sat there while eating while looking at Song Beiyun for some unknown reason. When Song Beiyun opened his eyes, he was almost shocked.

"I think the food here is good, compared with the ones in the palace."

"Official family, you are an emperor. What does it mean to sit here early in the morning?" Xiao Song Zhiling stood up and said, "Are you too bored to be idle?"

Zhao Xing pondered for a moment: "I forgot to tell you yesterday. When I went to buy the sheep, I saw your junior sister, a pretty handsome child."

Song Beiyun was stunned and raised his eyelids to look at Zhao Xing: "What? You haven't exposed your feelings?"

"I think she probably knows your identity, but she is pretending to be stupid."

Song Beiyun thought about it and felt that Zhao Xing was farting. Wuyou, who is so cute, has no such scheming. In the final analysis, he is just a child of sixteen or seventeen years old.

"Don't believe me. I may be worse than you, but if you say that this is far worse than me in dealing with women." Zhao Xing said proudly: "A little girl, who runs through thousands of miles and thousands of miles, wants to kill Song Beiyun, but she is eating, drinking and having fun here, and she is not happy to see Shu. Do you think it is reasonable?"

"Hu...hu...hu..."

"Swear! Try to scold me if you dare!"

Zhao Xing choked the second half of Song Beiyun's swear words back with one sentence. He pursed his lips and pondered for a moment: "I'll try it back."

"Yes, it should have been like this long ago. My dear, you are not as cautious as you once did."

This sentence reminded Song Beiyun that he seemed to be not as cautious as before, and he felt a little relaxed.

After being reminded by Zhao Xing, it seemed that something was strange here. In the past few months, Wuyou would carefully inquire about the identity of "scholar" in her mouth, but the later she seemed to mention this matter less. Her original purpose was to kill Song Beiyun and clean the portal. However, as the journey got closer and closer to Jinling, the content of cleaning the portal in her mouth became less frequent, and the original employment relationship gradually became a vassal relationship of free food and drink.

This is very strange, and since Zhao Xian met him at a food stall, it means that the little girl has never thought about assassination these days, and just strolled and ate.

If she had forgotten her mission, it wouldn't be true that a girl had left her hometown and ran two thousand miles away, saying that she had forgotten her mission. So why did this happen?

She is not a girl, and she has passed seventeen long ago.

"Are you resting today?"

"I'm going to work until the New Year."

"I'll take your leave."

"No, you can play it yourself."

Faced with Song Beiyun's rejection, Zhao Xing said to himself with a sad expression: "Sure enough, since ancient times, the emperor calls himself a man, a man, and a man alone. Alas... so desolate, so desolate."

"Stop messing around, you're so disgusting."

"Ah, it's so boring to be an emperor." Zhao Xing raised his head and sighed: "It's better to be a wild crane, go with the flow, and live this life."

"Down! Can't I finish it?"

Zhao Xing lifted his arm and patted Song Beiyun on the back, all of which were resonant. Then he laughed: "That's right. Let's clean up, let's go to the theater, I will take you to the back door to their backstage to see those actors and girls change their clothes. Oh, you don't know, they were all male actors in the past, and they didn't have any meaning at all, but now they are all those little girls with a lot of goodness!"
Chapter completed!