The reconstruction work in the disaster area is being carried out in an orderly manner, and the first batch of refugees have also begun to be diverted and resettled. At this critical moment, the second and third batches of refugees have followed one after another.

The two groups of people arrived outside Chang'an City in just one day, and the total number was nearly three times that of the first group.

In other words, the total number of the three batches of disaster victims has reached 200,000, and there are also scattered people who have been scattered until the heavy snow has been blocked. According to the estimates of the household registration office, the total number can be between 250,000 and 300,000, far exceeding the initial estimated 150,000.

What a tragic war on the grassland that allowed hundreds of thousands of people to leave their hometowns to come to this place?

But that doesn't matter anymore, because the things earned between tribes are enough to support them, and generally speaking, if nothing unexpected happens, there will probably never be Temujin and Kublai Khan again from now on.

It is ridiculous to use war to exchange peace, but there is no better way. After all, at this stage, two civilizations who cannot communicate with each other and cannot even eat together to talk about peace are tantamount to dreams.

Now Chang'an City is like a sponge that absorbs water crazy. Not only Chang'an, but also Wannian, who is next to him, has begun to accept the matter. After all, Wannian's little prince calls Song Beiyun privately. He believes in the matter of having a full meal after hearing his brother-in-law's words. After all, he has never suffered any loss in recent years.

In this autumn day that is gradually getting colder, the whole area is like a motor with full strings rotating rapidly.

And what was Song Beiyun doing at this moment? He was staring at the wandering King of Xixia from afar.

The King of Xixia has lived in Chang'an City for more than a month. Over the past month, he has not only invested a lot of money in building momentum for his daughter's talent show, but also found a stepmother for his daughter.

The woman who is by his side now is the popular singer in Chang'an, whose name is... Song Beiyun forgot, but it is said that this woman is not only beautiful, but has a charming voice, but also seductive that she doesn't pay much attention to others.

Otherwise, why do men say that men are mean? Song Beiyun can’t understand why men like a woman who doesn’t care much about others. If she talks a thousand words, no matter how cold she is, she is just a seller. Isn’t playing with a coldness in the service industry just establishes a character and a concept?

But there are really many men who only eat this one, spend a lot of money but they can’t even stand it. Even if they sing a song, they have to go through the curtain.

But such a strange woman who was so impressed that she had been in and out of the Western Xia King's garden for three consecutive days.

When a lonely man and a widow were together all night, Song Beiyun could reluctantly believe it, but it was hard to say whether they could deceive themselves.

"This old Li is really strong."

Although the King of Xixia has only been in charge of Xixia for many years, he is not young anymore. The previous generation of Xixia kings could be seventy years old. Old Li was already forty-three years old when he ascended the throne. In addition, he is now fifty years younger than him in recent years, and he is just like a little old man.

However, this old man is quite charming. Although his temples are gray, it does not affect his good temperament at all. In addition, he has been able to keep up with his nutrition since childhood and has survived in the military camp, so it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a majestic weapon.

"Do you have so many beautiful girls in Chang'an City?" Song Beiyun turned his head and looked at the little assistant beside him: "I didn't even notice it."

"Your Madam doesn't go out on weekdays, so you can't see it."

“That’s right.”

Song Beiyun hated social engagements very much. He used to use brothels as canteens before. Later, he opened a restaurant himself, and the chefs dug it from brothels. Now that he has a home, he feels that food outside is just like this, so he has fewer and fewer opportunities to go out to have a meal.

If Zhao Xing and Yan Shu were still there, he would often accompany him to do some ridiculous things. Now that his friends are not around, he will naturally not cause trouble. Therefore, Song Beiyun, who is "greedy for money and lust", really doesn't know when there were so many beautiful women in Chang'an City.

"What would you say the Persian cat, who is still at the top of the list now?"

There are some bastards like Zhao Xing who writes the guide to find the flowers in Chang'an City, and there are naturally lustful people in Chang'an City, but no matter who wrote the guide, the Persian cat will be ranked first in the world, and there is no doubt about it. Others have their own advantages. Some guides are the second in the singer, and some are the second in the purple-style community.

Anyway, the top five people were just those, and there was nothing new at all. Song Beiyun had seen the last few people. He thought they were all very ordinary and there was nothing particularly eye-catching. Only the Persian cat made him quite curious, but every time he asked Jin Ling'er, he would change the topic. But the more so, Song Beiyun's curiosity became stronger. As long as he thought about it, he would want to spy on it.

"If Lord Song likes her, the official will find someone to tie her up and give her to him."

"Hey." Song Beiyun turned his head and looked at the little assistant: "You are also a girl, why don't you consider your position at all when you say such words?"

The little assistant chuckled: "This is the job of the official."

"Forget it, I'm not so hungry yet." Song Beiyun waved his hand: "Don't be so cautious. If you want you to be an intern assistant, it's just work, not serving people."

As one of the first fifteen female officials in Chang'an, I must have some publicity. These fifteen girls are all people who have passed the exams themselves, and each of them is talented.

But there are a few who are really ugly... It's not that Song Beiyun judges people by his appearance, but people can't say that only ugly women will take the exam for female officials, right?

So in order to achieve publicity effect, he chose the best-looking assistant for his own, and ran around with him every day, making people know that women can be so outstanding.

However, he still underestimated the mouths of those bastards. As long as any woman appears beside Song Beiyun, they will definitely think that this girl has been ruined.

Song Beiyun was extremely aggrieved. He really did nothing, and he had no plans to do it. He just wanted to promote the policy of female officials.

Besides, I am very busy all day now, and I work in a constant stream during the day, and I have to go back to help take care of the children at night, so I have no time to think about it in the direction of women.

"By the way, go and check it for me." Song Beiyun turned his head and whispered: "Go and check it out how this King of Xixia hooked up with this most beautiful singer in Chang'an. I want to get first-hand information."

"yes."

It is indeed convenient to have a female secretary. Song Beiyun is now enjoying the feeling of doing good things by just giving instructions directly. Although this has been the case in the past, those rough men are not careful enough and the other one is not so pleasing to the eye. It is so awkward no matter how you look at it.

While he was sitting here waiting for the news, he was drinking tea when he suddenly smelled a strange fragrance. He turned his head but found a woman covered in veil coming to the third floor of the teahouse and was talking in a low voice with the owner of the teahouse.

This strange fragrance came from her. After looking at it for a while, Song Beiyun felt that this woman was definitely not a Han person. She was tall and white as milk. She looked like white skin.

But it is not surprising. Chang'an, the city of all nations, is not a joke. There are all kinds of people everywhere here. After several years of connection, although the Eurasian continent has not yet arrived in the hinterland of Europe, it has already connected to Cairo, so it is not surprising that people can see that they are not uncommon.

"Is this young man good-looking?"

The woman took a bag of spice-like things from the boss and then stood in front of Song Beiyun, looked down at him, and asked, "I've seen you look at him for a long time."

Song Beiyun looked up and glanced: "I'm curious, why do you have to apply so many spices? Isn't there any perfume?"

The woman giggled with laughter, and then she actually sat next to Song Beiyun.

The moment she sat down, the guards behind Song Beiyun had already pulled out half of the sword, but Song Beiyun raised his hand indifferently and asked them to put the sword back.

"It seems that the young master is very careful."

The girl smiled like a crescent moon, and she supported her hand on her chin: "Does that young man think there is any threat to the little woman?"

"You're not a Han person, are you?"

The woman's eyes lit up: "Young Master, you have such a good eye."

Song Beiyun sneered: "I'll tell you a joke. Once a Kunlun slave was bribed to the Song Dynasty as a meticulous work. For this reason, he studied Chinese dialect hard for ten years and did not hear any other accent. But he was caught on the first day of his arrival. Guess why?"

"Why?"

"He was also puzzled, so he asked the soldier who caught him and said, 'Brother, how do you see that I am not a Han person? I have such a good eye.'" Song Beiyun poured himself a cup of tea: "The soldier just glanced at his dark skin contemptuously and didn't say anything."

After hearing this, the woman was stunned at first, then suddenly reacted, covering her mouth and trembling with a smile.

After she smiled, she took off her veil and revealed a typical Persian face, with big eyes, high nose bridge, fair skin and a bit of girlish rosy: "Young Master laughed at me."

"Don't dare, don't dare." Song Beiyun waved his hand: "After all, the Han people don't have green eyes."

I have to say that this girl is definitely a person of everyone's aesthetics, even if she is with the classic mixed-race Miss Zuo Rou and Zuo, she will not be inferior.

Song Beiyun thought for a while and probably knew who she was. After finishing her words, she didn't expect to meet her.

Not to mention, Jin Ling'er's eyes are fierce. This girl is really top-notch and beautiful. She is young, plump and seductive. Her damn legs are still long... No wonder Jin Ling'er didn't let her know her. If it were two years earlier, she might not be able to withstand it.

"Are you Persian?"

"Young master knows everything, why ask again?" The girl looked back at the teahouse display cabinet: "Young master, don't you invite me to have a drink?"

Song Beiyun glanced at him and felt alert in his heart. The girl's smile gave him the feeling of being stared at by a viper.
Chapter completed!