"What's the other part?"

Song Beiyun looked at Prince Fu in shock, wondering whether to call him big brother or father-in-law...

"Uncle and her..." King Fu's tone became much deeper, then waved his hand gently and said, "It's fine if you don't mention it."

The uncle of King Fu was naturally Song Taizong Zhao Guangyi, but the two Zhao families of Taizong Taizong have always had gaps. According to legend, Taizong made Taizong wiped out Taizong and then forged the will to pass on the throne. Then, Taizong's lineage killed Taizu's lineage and left only his own big dog egg. This kind of entangled story is really not easy to say. Song Beiyun also knew in his heart that he probably knew that the old lady had such a story with Taizong back then, and there was no need to worry about it if there were too many.

But this generation is really strange. The great doctor was once a good friend of Taizu. Why shouldn't the great doctor call the old lady a "Uncle Master"? Uncle Master had a relationship with Taizong.

Song Beiyun has created a wonderful drama, I think...

wrong!

"Prince wait." Song Beiyun suddenly stared at the boss: "Wuyou said the old lady is his grandmother, you..."

"If I guess correctly, your guess is correct."

The prince's words shocked Song Beiyun all year round. So Wuyou is Zhao Xing's... cousin? In terms of blood relationship, it is like this.

Song Beiyun scratched her chin: "Then I probably know whether she is pretending to be stupid or really stupid."

King Fu stood up and smiled and patted Song Beiyun on the shoulder: "Do you have a good deal, don't bring old hatred to the future."

Looking at Prince Fu's back as he left, Song Beiyun shouted: "Prince, that Zhao Cheng..."

"Stay away from her."

Song Beiyun and Momo sighed. He didn't know if he was far away from Zhao Cheng, but Zhao Cheng was sick, so she always came to flirt with him. Logically speaking, everyone's behavior required motivation, but Zhao Cheng's behavior had no motivation at all, and it might be just a simple sex...

This is really difficult. Song Beiyun personally thinks he can withstand it, but what if that guy comes to the dark side?

Forget it, if you don’t think about a patient, he was thinking about why the protagonist had to bring himself into a world of people with mental problems. How dangerous would it be?

But there were some things that really couldn't be avoided even if he wanted to. As soon as he walked out the door, Zhao Cheng followed him like a wandering soul.

Zhao Cheng took off her monk's robe and put on a small cotton jacket and looked cute. She stood beside Song Beiyun like a child bride carefully selected by a wealthy family for her young master. She was a few years older but full of flavor.

"What are you doing?"

"Take me out, I'm going to buy something." Zhao Cheng turned around and looked at the house: "I can't go out without you."

Song Beiyun then remembered that Zhao Cheng was actually under house arrest, and if no one took her, she would not be able to get out of this range.

Seeing her pitiful appearance, Song Beiyun was too lazy to make things difficult for her. She just shook her head and Zhao Cheng followed her happily.

After getting on the carriage, Zhao Cheng became honest, while Song Beiyun put his hands on his knees and closed his eyes to rest. After all, he was very tired these days and worked overtime in the workshop.

"You are a scholar, why are your hands full of calluses?"

On the shaking carriage, Zhao Cheng might be bored, so he found a conversation and chatted with Song Beiyun.

"What do you think of a scholar?"

Song Beiyun just opened his eyes slightly, glanced at her gently, and then closed it again. Zhao Cheng gently tapped his chin with his fingers and thought carefully: "It should be a graceful look, and he splashed his ink to point out the country. This is probably the case."

"Empty talks will ruin the country, and hard work will help the country."

Song Beiyun only replied with eight words and did not say more, because for Zhao Cheng, Song Beiyun himself did not have any expectations. Her core must have been broken. She cannot expect her to whitewash or become kind. The only expectation is that she can restrain herself.

"I don't understand this." Zhao Cheng shook his head, and the broken hair on his forehead swung back and forth with the movement: "When you don't kill people, you're quite like a person."

Song Beiyun rolled his eyes and stared at her: "Do you want me to take you to the imperial city department's evidence hall and see your White Lotus Sect's files?"

Zhao Cheng trembled all over and shook her head vigorously, but she no longer dared to speak. Song Beiyun also made a gesture to silence her, indicating that she could just shut up.

Anyway, no matter how others say it, Song Beiyun doesn't care, but this White Lotus Demon Woman is not qualified to talk about him. The task of clearing the remnants of White Lotus over the years has not been replaced, and there is no need to review the evidence of the cult crimes piled up in the evidence hall.

The inhumanity of cults is not just a saying. In an era of ignorance and chaos, they can shift the blame to the environment, society and even the victims themselves if they do anything inhumane. Their cults are constantly devouring the lowest people like an abyss. After the white lotus that mainly rebels are destroyed, there are now endless derivative religions for the purpose of making money.

Song Beiyun's attitude towards cults is the same as that of drugs, and there is no difference between severity and seriousness. If he catches him, he will die. The next step will be torture in the porn industry and the gambling industry. Although it is difficult to eliminate it, there must be no torture behaviors like "human flesh candles".

When he arrived at the market, Song Beiyun let Zhao Cheng get out of the car and arranged for someone to keep an eye on her whereabouts. Then he went to the residence of the previous generation Gongsun Wuyou.

The old lady was placed in a villa with a quiet environment and birds singing and flowers blooming. She also ordered several people to serve her. However, Song Beiyun had not visited her in person yet. She finally had a rest today and finally wanted to meet her.

When I came to the villa, I pushed the door open and saw an old woman with silver hair sitting on a rocking chair, her face peacefully and peacefully, but from her eyebrows and eyes, it can be seen that this old lady was probably a beautiful woman who was beautiful when she was young.

"Disciple greets the uncle of the master." Song Beiyun walked up to the front and bowed deeply to the old lady: "Is it still a good thing for uncle to do these days?"

The old lady opened her eyes slightly, looked at Song Beiyun carefully, and a smile slowly appeared on her face: "Come on, let the old woman take a good look."

Song Beiyun took a step forward and asked the old lady to look at him. After looking at him for a while, the old lady sighed softly: "It's a pity that a parent has a short relationship, otherwise he would be a perfect life. But now it's not bad."

Xiao Song was stunned and asked with a smile: "Uncle Master... Then what else is there to be less beautiful in me?"

"The secrets of heaven cannot be revealed."

The old lady was about to get up, and Song Beiyun hurriedly stepped forward to support her. The two of them entered the room like this. The old lady sat in front of the stove and asked, "Wuyou will cause trouble for you these days."

"Fortunately, Wuyou is just a child." Song Beiyun smiled and said, "It's not a big trouble."

The old lady nodded: "Senior brother said you are a demon star. Now, as he said, you are really a demon star. The words that flow into a river of blood come true."

Song Beiyun also laughed: "Some things are incompetent, how do you think of uncle?"

"What's the good thing about the old woman who is halfway through the ground?" The old woman put her hands in her sleeves, her tone was steady and slow: "Whether the demon star or the demon star, if she can support the world, she will not let down the master's sect. However, the old woman is a little curious, why is your kindness not as good as the senior Guigu who assists the royal power, but is taking a different approach?"

Song Beiyun was asked this question for the first time because in everyone's eyes he was assisting Wang Quan, but the old lady was a master of the sect. She may not be as proficient in the yin and yang art of transcendence as Old Man Wang, but it is not difficult to see the essence at a glance.

Just like what Song Beiyun does now, it seems to be an auxiliary, but it is actually a subversion. All his actions are to subvert the royal power and to subvert the things that any dynasty known in the past do not agree with the things that any sage of the masters does.

That's why the old lady asked questions.

"Six years ago, the Yangtze River flooded. Three hundred thousand victims were displaced." Song Beiyun said in a deep voice: "I was ordered to solve the food, clothing and food of these 300,000 people, and prevent disasters and fight the epidemic."

"I know this." The old lady nodded: "It's very good."

"At that time, there was a person who was a disaster victim. He was about twenty years old and was sick and weak. He came to me and told me to ask me to save him and save them. I just smiled and said I would do my best." Song Beiyun was very calm when he told me, as if it was something that happened to someone else: "Actually, I was perfunctory, because I was just taking the order in the face, for the sake of money, and for the girls."

The old lady just smiled and listened without interrupting.

Song Beiyun seemed to be in deep thought at this moment. After thinking about it, he continued, "I agreed and he took it seriously. In the days since then, I often traveled among these victims. I worked, and I had no mercy or mercy. Then once I walked through a residential area and carried out several people who were almost out of the way due to illness, including this one. It was summer and it was very hot, but he was trembling all over because of his weakness, and his illness and malnutrition had tortured him to no avail."

"He was carried by me like this. I am a doctor. I could tell at a glance that he was not good. I didn't care too much. After all, it was normal to die a few of the 300,000 people." Song Beiyun chuckled: "When the number of human life is too large, it is not human life, it is really just a number."

"What after?"

"After that, when he passed by me, he recognized me. His consciousness was still clear." Song Beiyun looked at Fang Liang: "He may be a Buddhist. At the last moment of death, he used all his strength to lie on the broken door panel and put his hands together. He could no longer speak, but a thank you always repeated. As long as you say, scholars always burst into tears for various reasons, their blood boiled, and they sang and walked drunk, and their hearts were relaxed, but it was very empty and unrealistic."

Song Beiyun's eyes turned a few times, but his eyes turned red: "When he saw a person who was dying, he was resentful and grateful for the inconspicuous thing you did. That kind of emotion was difficult to describe, and it could be said to be shocking. I thought at that time, since I had learned something, why didn't I let what I learned come in handy? Maybe there was a bit of naivety in it, but men always had to have some sense of family and country, no matter how bad or bastard he looked. Sometimes what made a person change was not a grand event, or even a small matter, such as one of the 300,000 people died of illness and was still a stranger."

He raised his head again: "I haven't told anyone about this. I think it's too inconspicuous and it's not worth it to say it. But this scene is always in my mind. Maybe I'm not for anyone, just for myself."

The old lady looked at Song Beiyun's appearance and her eyes were different. She stretched out her hand and touched Xiao Song's head, but then she just said, "Let Wuyou come here to see me tonight."

"Yes." Song Beiyun nodded: "What are the instructions for uncle?"

"It's nothing. Can you take me to Zhao Guangyi's mausoleum? I'm here, so I don't plan to leave." The old lady's tone was also calm: "I can't accompany him for the first half of my life, so I'll accompany him in this last journey."

"Disciple, let's make arrangements."

Can a woman who can call Emperor Taizong directly? But Song Beiyun didn't care. He said a little too much today, but for some reason, he felt much more comfortable when he said it.

Looking back at the courtyard gate, Song Beiyun shook his head and laughed, and silently disappeared with his hands behind his back.

After he left, the old lady turned her head and asked, "Senior brother, what else?"

At this time, an old man with fairy spirit slowly emerged from the inner room. He looked like he could be ninety years old, but his legs and feet were steady and smoothly, and he sat down beside the old lady.

"Overall." The old man snorted: "Half-true and half-false, he always did."

"Where is true and where is false?"

"The words are true, the feelings are false." The old man said coldly: "If he could be moved so easily, he would have died in a chaotic world."

"Senior brother, what you said is somewhat contradictory."

"I don't know about my apprentice?"

The old lady laughed like a girl.

"Have you decided?" the old lady looked up and asked the old man: "What tattoos do you want to wear?"

"Twelve Cloud Dragon Patterns."

"Hiss... can his fate be suppressed?" the old lady asked in surprise: "The Changsheng Gate appears alone, do you give it to twelve ways?"

"What I'm afraid of is that I can't suppress him, not that he can't suppress this broken tattoo." The old man shook his hand: "My deadline is here, it's time to leave."

"Senior Brother, do you think the master's sect has been passed down here?"

"That's right, it's not ruined in your hands after all." The old man shook his head and said, "It's a pity that your apprentice is. His talent is a little worse after all, and it's not as good as mine."
Chapter completed!