Xiao Song is a very interesting person. He always has a way to make girls smile like a flower. This Persian girl is also a cheerful and casual personality. After a conversation, she can be considered a happy face.

"Hey, what's your name?"

When Song Beiyun left, the girl lay on the railing upstairs and asked Song Beiyun's name, while Song Beiyun turned her head and looked at her, and smiled: "I'll tell you if I meet you next time."

After saying that, he turned around and left casually, while the woman upstairs dragged her cheeks and looked at the place where he left, muttering: "What's so great about it."

When Song Beiyun returned home, he immediately called the Chang'an spy chief and ordered him to secretly investigate everything about this woman.

For people like Song Beiyun, the probability of being confused by beauty tends to zero as they grow older. It is not that he doesn’t know how to appreciate beauty, but that he knows that most things that are too beautiful are poisonous.

As for the current situation, Song Beiyun is not resting on his side. Countless people want his life. Because Song Dynasty is getting stronger and stronger, some people will inevitably become more and more unable to sleep or eat. Not eating in unfamiliar places, not socializing or drinking outside, or taking risks alone are all basic operations. As for people who are approaching for no reason, there must be a problem.

After all, Song Beiyun was no longer the country boy back then. He had too many things to be greedy for. From power to territory, he could get it from him. He would never be the young man Song who had nothing but a little beauty.

However, he did not disturb Jin Ling'er and Biluo, because if that woman was really a spy or a spy or had other plans, then any strange thing between them would be discovered. Maintaining the status quo would be the best protection for them. After all, the other party's target is probably only Song Beiyun.

In the following days, various storms in Chang'an City gradually subsided, and the forgetful people began to plan the Mid-Autumn Festival for a few days. Even the refugees outside the city were given a sweet mooncake. After the disaster and crisis, the forgetful people quickly threw away their previous anxiety. After dinner, the discussions on the victims, famine, floods, etc. became less and less, and they began to pay attention to the talent show that was temporarily suspended due to heavy rain.

It happened that the Mid-Autumn Festival in three days is the 32-strong competition in Chang'an. Everyone was waiting for this Mid-Autumn Festival feast. Everyone devoted a lot of energy to the contestants they supported, and some even sold the house to support the contestants they liked.

Although Song Beiyun does not support this fanatical behavior, it is ultimately a spontaneous behavior of adults. He has nothing to say, after all, he has not violated the law.

"Speaking of this, why didn't you participate in that draft?"

When Song Beiyun came to the refugee camp to inspect the situation on that day, he saw the little princess who had obviously lost weight in the past few days. He accidentally said this when the two chatted.

"I won't participate." The little princess shook her head vigorously, and the little braid on her end and the bell on her braid were shaking it, "I already have you, why do you still show up?"

"Stop, stop." Song Beiyun took a step back: "How many times should I tell you... That's a misunderstanding. I already have a home."

"Then do you mind having an extra home?"

"Don't do this..." Song Beiyun sighed: "I'm not a good person, and many things are not something you can do as you want. You will understand when you grow up."

"I've grown up." The little princess said unwaveringly: "And you are a good person in my heart, a great person! There is no such thing as you Han people on the grassland. What you like is like, and what you don't like is not like."

"Are you ethnic minorities so unrestrained?" Song Beiyun sighed: "You can do it first."

"Yeah! I'll treat you to a meal later."

"No." Song Beiyun waved his hand and turned around and left: "There is still soup at home."

The almost paranoid little princess made Song Beiyun look big when she saw her, but perhaps it was because of her paranoid that all the refugees who came one after another were placed in a very appropriate manner by her.

It is no exaggeration to say that her status in the minds of these refugees is as good as that of the tribe's leader or even the Great Khan. They call her the daughter of the grassland, and seeing her is as respectful as seeing a goddess in the snow mountain.

After coming out of the settlement area, Song Beiyun squatted beside a newly dug well and just washed his face, but suddenly started to make noise. He got up and looked at it for a while but couldn't see anything. So he asked the little assistant beside him: "What are you doing in front?"

"I'll go and have a look."

The little assistant went to investigate very sensiblely, then hurriedly ran back and said to Song Beiyun: "The woman named Jijisi, who was the first in the draft, came to visit the refugees with her things."

"Nothing." Song Beiyun suddenly became cold in his eyebrows and eyes: "Go and ask how many times they have been here, and they are asking them to withdraw all their things. People are not allowed to ask privately."

"yes……"

Song Beiyun was very fierce when he was working. The little assistant followed him for a while and knew that this master was completely different from the rumors in the market, and even when he worked, he was completely different from private. During his daily work, Lord Song was so serious that he was scared. Not only did he not laugh, but he was sometimes so fierce that he was terrified.

The little assistant ran over and asked for some questions, then asked the soldiers around him to block the convoys of condolences to the refugees, and drove them back.

From beginning to end, the Persian girl did not show up, but her maid and several supporters were arguing with the soldiers, asking them why they didn't let in.

"With the order of Song Beiyun and Song General Song, who dares to step in half a step, military law will deal with it!"

The general in charge of the security here did not talk nonsense with them at all. He just drew a line on the ground with the long sword in his hand, and then turned around and left.

The guards were not vague, and the scimitar in their hands was out of the sheath with a bang. These soldiers were all elite soldiers who had been on the battlefield. The swords were out of the sheath and were full of murderous aura. Those brainless fans of the stars had never seen such a scene. At first, they were indignant, but now they all became honest.

"Sir, this is their first time here."

"Yes." Song Beiyun nodded: "Let's go."

"Come."

The little assistant followed Song Beiyun forward, and finally couldn't help but feel curiosity in his heart. He asked in a low voice: "Master Song, why don't you let them condolences to the refugees?"

"Many people think that giving people some food and drink is nothing, but that is called charity." Song Beiyun said while walking behind his back: "What refugees need is to gain recognition from others through their own efforts, rather than relying on their own identities to gain sympathy. If this condolence becomes a trend, the people on the grassland will become inferior over time. In the end, the concept of inferiority is deeply rooted in all aspects. In the long run, something will happen. Do you understand? Guanziyou said: God is fair and selfless, so all beauty and evil are overwhelming; the earth is fair and selfless, so all small and big are carrying. Only those who are fair are eternal."

"What will happen?" the little assistant asked with wide eyes, then quickly defended: "I don't know, not deliberately making things difficult..."

"What will you do when you put yourself in your shoes and everyone treats you as a beggar?"

"I will kill people!" said the little assistant with a fierce look: "I look down on people too much."

Song Beiyun turned around and flicked her forehead. The little assistant suddenly realized and bowed to Song Beiyun and said, "Thank you, Lord Song, for answering the doubts."

"But... Lord Song, when we were in a disaster a few days ago, weren't there many people donating money and materials? Then why can we collect it?"

"Because one side is in trouble, all sides support each other." Song Beiyun replied patiently: "The victims are essentially the same as the people who donated their property, but their families have suffered disasters. They are given with virtue, and the donation means not giving alms but empathy. Now, these people on the street, can you tell who the victims are?"

"I can't tell."

"That's right." Song Beiyun tapped her forehead again: "But you can tell who is a refugee at a glance. After stereotypes appear, it will bring discrimination and insults. For example, when you are studying, you always like to tease the people of Handan, just because of the word "Handan" learning to walk."

"So that's it... Lord Song is so awesome."

"It's not that I'm awesome. You read more books, and there are them in the books."

How could a child who can pass the exam fail to study? It’s just that she is not old enough and her thinking direction is different, so she has shortcomings in cognition.

This is not a mistake. Who has never been young? Even Song Beiyun is constantly learning and adapting, let alone these babies who have just emerged from scrambling clothes.

When he arrived in the city, Song Beiyun asked the stupid little assistant to go home from work, but he himself had nothing to do in the city. Today, Aunt Hong took the family to the temple to ask the youngest baby for the red rope, so she probably wouldn't come back, so Song Beiyun had to look for food outside alone.

He originally wanted to find Yu Sheng, but Yu Sheng was inspecting the local disaster prevention work in Yan'an Prefecture. In the huge Chang'an City, there was no place for Song Beiyun to have a free meal...

"Come on roast chicken." Song Beiyun stood in front of a shop selling roast chicken: "It should be older and taste more."

The owner of the roast chicken shop responded and picked a roast chicken that was overgrown: "Customer, what about this one?"

"OK."

Just as he was paying for the boss, a large number of people suddenly walked over behind him, and Song Beiyun asked curiously: "What is this for?"

"It was said that the Persian woman who said that she was going to the city outside to comfort the refugees on the grassland today, but Lord Song stopped him and was scolded alone. She was heartbroken now. Now, these young talents are going to the yamen to ask for an explanation."

"I'm tired of living." Song Beiyun spat and handed the money to the boss to take the roast chicken: "I've read the book and gone into the dog's belly."

"No, it's not smart to rush into the yamen for a woman." The boss also shook his head: "If my son is like this, I will break his leg."

Song Beiyun carried the roast chicken and followed the group of people to the yamen in Chang'an. He saw that there was already a lot of passion in front of him, saying that he wanted to ask for an explanation, but the guards at the yamen were not vague and went to that stand and refused to let people go in.

"Oh, brother." Song Beiyun called a brother who stood by and watched the fun like him: "What are you doing?"

"I'm obsessed with the ghost." The old man smiled and said, "These 16 and 17-year-old young men don't know what my family is from. They dare to ask him for an explanation, and they are not afraid that Mr. Song will ask their lives."

Song Beiyun scratched his head: "It's not that bad... Song Beiyun isn't that bad."

"You must be from the north." The old man glanced at Song Beiyun: "Don't look at Mr. Song's appearance now, and his methods were benevolent and righteous. He was the number one killing god in the Song Dynasty. When he rebelled in prefectures and counties, he buried all the 3,500 members of the governor's family. The White Lotus Sect caused chaos. He killed 50,000 people overnight, dyed the Qinhuai River red with blood, and then hung it on the city gate forty-nine days. Until now, the evil ghosts dare not enter Jinling."

Farting! How can it be so evil?

Song Beiyun cursed in his heart, "Thousands, five hundred people, 50,000 people... They all follow what they are, and the Qinhuai River is dyed red, and evil ghosts dare not enter Jinling. Isn't this a traitor?"

"You've seen it with your own eyes?"

"I saw it, and I naturally saw it. At the time of the White Lotus Sect, I saw with my own eyes that the heads were piled higher than the city wall, just like the nine-story tower. Alas, although it was terrible, if it weren't for this thunderous method, the Song Dynasty would not be so stable." The old man gnawed the sugarcane while telling him as an witness: "Later, Mr. Song defeated the Western Xia, destroyed the grassland, and destroyed the Jin Kingdom. No matter how long did the heads roll and blood flow into a river? It is said that the Western Xia returned to Song because he was killed by Mr. Song."

"Also, you don't know, my brother. Later, Your Majesty is often disturbed by evil ghosts at night and cannot sleep all night. Even the monks in Xiangguo Temple in Jinling cannot do anything. Finally, an expert painted a portrait of Mr. Song holding a ghost-headed sword and pasted it in the palace. Since then, the evil ghosts will never dare to enter the palace again."

"Magic..." Song Beiyun nodded: "You Mr. Song are so capable..."

How can I explain this? Isn’t this guy bragging like the contents of Song Beiyun talking to a few brothers in the dormitory back then? Anyway, the more he talks, the more evil he becomes, the more he is done.

However, the excitement soon dispersed because there were people from the yamen, and they didn't speak or scold them. They just counted the number of people one by one, caught one by one and asked who was named and where they lived.

It seems that the real name system is needed, and these brainless fans who are fascinated by beauty immediately scattered, for fear that they will affect the upcoming autumn examination...

"Hahahaha... these bastards." The old man who ate sugarcane giggled: "Brother...ah? Where are the people?"

Song Beiyun has already left. As expected, these people are like trolls online. They become much more honest when they encounter real-name systems. I don’t know who came up with this damage trick. It’s really cozy.

Song Beiyun, carrying roast chicken, came to the South Garden alone, opened the roast chicken and several other snacks in front of a stone table for people to rest and read, and sat there slowly and ate it, enjoying the tranquility of the dusk while enjoying the joy and peace brought by the food.

Seeing the rise of Qi Mingxing, Song Beiyun had no desire to go home. After all, he had not been alone for a long time. Taking advantage of the night, he listened to the sound of reading aloud from the night school next to him, and watching the laughter of many couples in the garden, his mind became much more at ease.

But while eating, Song Beiyun heard crying not far away. He carried the chicken legs around a clump of trees and looked over and found a woman sitting on a bench crying, very pitiful.

So while eating chicken and holding a pot of homemade wine from the farmhouse, he curiously walked around the woman, but when he saw that it was the beautiful Persian woman last time.

She was supposed to be lying on the moon, but now she is crying here alone, which is quite heartbreaking to watch.

She obviously also noticed Song Beiyun. The two looked at each other for twenty seconds, but she turned her head and laughed out loud.

"You are crying and laughing, aren't you?"

"You have to care..." The Persian girl glared at him: "You don't care whether I cry or laugh."

"I don't care about you either." Song Beiyun took the opportunity to bite the chicken leg: "I still have half a chicken, do you eat it?"

"Who wants to eat what you have left!"

"Oh, then you keep crying."
To be continued...