Who is serious about celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival outside?

As one of the very important festivals in customs, Mid-Autumn Festival is no less than the Spring Festival. People with family naturally have to spend it at home. Although there is endless romance outside, tea parties, wine parties, poetry and lyrics, and romantic feelings. But where can you get a cup of fermented glutinous rice dumplings at home?

"You are invited to so many brands, but you really don't go any of them?"

After dinner, Jin Ling'er came to the yard with a stack of signs that invited Song Beiyun to participate in various activities and found Song Beiyun who was sitting there drawing astronomy pictures for the children.

"You guys play first." Song Beiyun got up and greeted the children, then followed Jin Ling'er into the house.

"Why are you asking, what are you doing in a mysterious way?"

"Shh." Song Beiyun made a gesture of silence at her, and then led her to the wall in the front yard: "Look."

Jin Ling'er looked in the direction Song Beiyun pointed and found that there seemed to be someone in the darkness, like a ghost.

"ghost."

Jin Ling'er smiled and hit him: "Nothing is nonsense, just to scare me?"

Song Beiyun's expression returned to normal and waved his hand: "Oh, it's just boring. When you go to those activities with them, you just imagine yourself as a monkey on the tree."

“How to say it?”

"You squat on the tree, and you will be smiling when you look down, and you will be eye-catching when you look left and right. They will try their best to flatter you, try every means to find out your preferences, and then go closer to you with yourself." Song Beiyun said helplessly: "But in this era, all they can do is money, women. I am not interested."

"What about looking up?"

"I'm just the monkey sitting on the tallest." Song Beiyun smiled and said, "At least I can't see it in Chang'an."

"What if you're down there?"

"Of course it's a monkey's butt." Song Beiyun stood there with his arms in his arms, with a deep thought: "So I don't like contact with people, I don't like stupid people, and I don't like stupid and bad people."

Jin Ling'er covered her face and smiled: "I remember you. You attended this princess's poetry party back then."

"I didn't plan to go." Song Beiyun's hand gestured on his chest: "But I heard that the princess was as big as a watermelon, so I said I would go and have a look. Later I was cheated, so where is the size of a watermelon?"

"You're going to die!" Jin Ling'er poked him hard with her fingers: "If you don't talk to you, you're going to be angry."

As she said that, she left angrily, while Song Beiyun stood there alone, looking at the bright lights and loud noises in the room, he stood quietly for a while.

But at this moment, a sound of clothes breaking through the air came, and then a girl in red jumped over the courtyard wall, her speed was as fast as a ghost.

"Senior brother..."

"You are so brave. Do you dare to turn over my yard?" Song Beiyun pointed at around. At least ten guns were pointed at Wuyou on the surrounding security table: "If they hadn't discovered that it was you at the first time, you would have been shot."

Wuyou stuck out his tongue: "Isn't it that my senior brother wrote a letter to me to come quickly...I'm in a hurry."

"I think you're in a hurry to eat." Song Beiyun pointed to the room: "I'll take you in and say hello, there's still some food."

"Okay, okay." Wuyou nodded repeatedly: "It only took me seven days to come all the way, and I was almost starving to death."

Song Beiyun nodded: "Thank you for your hard work."

"There's no way, Master asked me to protect you." Wuyou sighed, "I also said I wanted to kill you. Master was punished to fill the leaky water tank on my lower back. I had been filled for three months and I was so angry."

"That's not your worthy." Song Beiyun walked in with his hands behind his back: "It's a taboo for fellow disciples to be vulnerable to each other. Who do you punish if you don't?"

"I know I'm wrong... What did my senior brother ask me to come here to do?"

"I'm being targeted. There was a little fish around me, but he has been sent to Yan Shu to protect him in the past two years. I don't have a trustworthy and powerful guard here." Song Beiyun said helplessly: "How is Uncle Master?"

"The emperor is really trustworthy and has really built a house for his master outside Taizong Mausoleum." Wuyou nodded repeatedly and said, "There are still many people serving him. In addition, you have written a letter, so she asked me to come to you."

"Well, it's pretty good." Song Beiyun walked into the house and stood still: "Don't tell others that I'm being targeted, it will scare them."

"That's natural." Wuyou nodded vigorously: "I told others that I was here to play with my senior brother."

"Um."

Although Wuyou is a little simple, she is also a master. She is certainly smart, and it is most appropriate to find her as a bodyguard.

When the family heard that this cute little girl was Song Beiyun's junior sister, she was very enthusiastic about her. Wuyou even looked innocent and harmless. In addition, she was good at skill and was a big child, so she quickly got into pieces with a group of diced radish and started playing wildly in the yard after dinner.

"You little junior sister is the invincible little sister you mentioned?" Jin Ling'er stared at Song Beiyun: "Tell me the truth, is something wrong?"

"What did you say? They just came to play with me."

"I saw her covered in dust and dust, and she must have been rushing all the way. This is not a way to play. And you are also the kind of unwilling to bother others. You will never speak until you have to. Are you hiding me?"

Jin Ling'er is worthy of being Jin Ling'er. Everyone thinks that Wuyou and her words are fine, but Jin Ling'er can see through at a glance that Princess Taiping is Princess Taiping.

"Actually nothing is wrong. I may have someone targeted me."

Jin Ling'er frowned: "Fight on you?"

"Don't ask about this matter, just pretend you don't know." Song Beiyun waved his hand and said, "Don't worry Aunt Hong and the others."

"Okay, I can't help you much now. You have to be careful anyway." Jin Ling'er seriously reminded: "If there is danger, don't run around."

"Don't worry, it's okay. If you let Wuyou come, you will have the intention of uncle. Let her see the world. Then add a insurance policy for me."

Jin Ling'er was a little skeptical, but Song Beiyun is no longer something she can ask about now. She clearly knew what level her husband was now. His every move was at the level of national affairs, and he would do his duty well.

At this moment, many places in Chang'an were lively and crowded with people. Song Beiyun, who was looking forward to countless people, did not appear, but they also knew in their hearts that Song Beiyun was not easily invited, and it was normal not to come.

Not only that, today is also the night of the star of the Chang'an talent show. The top 32 have already competed for it now. They showed their talents in the Chang'an Grand Theater. The Persian woman who is still ranked first so far is always observing the audience. However, no matter how sharp her eyes were, she never saw the person she wanted to see, but she saw someone she unexpectedly.

When she came on stage with the pipa in her arms, the audience burst into applause, and an undetectable smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"An urgent report! Lord Song reported urgently!"

Early in the morning, Song Beiyun was disturbed by his subordinates from his dream. He quickly put on his clothes and came to the door. Seeing his subordinates full of panic, he frowned and said, "What?"

"If the King of Xixia was assassinated, if his subordinates had not arranged people to protect him in advance, he would have died."

Song Beiyun's scalp tightened, and after a little tidying up, he got on the carriage and went to the residence of the King of Xixia.

This was his first meeting with the King of Xixia, but he didn't expect it to be on such an occasion.

"Prince Li." Song Beiyun pushed the door and asked hurriedly: "All it be fine?"

As soon as I entered, I saw several white coats taking care of the King of Xixia. The King of Xixia, who was always strong and tall, was lying on the bed with a pale face. He heard Song Beiyun's call and opened his eyes hard and showed a tragic smile.

At this time, the medical staff next to him said to Song Beiyun: "Mr. Song, the prince was hit by seven swords, and the sword went straight to the vital point. If the prince had not been strong and had a heart protection mirror, he might have already..."

Song Beiyun nodded: "Your Majesty, please rest first, I will definitely give you an explanation for this matter."

The King of Xixia closed his eyes gently, and seemed to have no strength to speak anymore. Song Beiyun did not talk to him anymore. He just stood up and saw the little princess of Xixia with tears on his face beside him. He gently clasped his fists: "Hello Princess Enping."

"Mr. Song... Please save my father!

She cried with tears on her face, looking very pitiful.

Song Beiyun signaled her to follow him out. After walking outside the door, he asked, "Do you know how the prince was assassinated?"

Princess Enping shook her head and said she didn't know, but suddenly she seemed to remember something and said, "Yesterday, my father came to see me in the game yesterday, but after the game, I didn't know where to go, and I didn't go back to the villa. Later... Later..."

Song Beiyun nodded, probably knowing where to continue to find clues.

After leaving here, he immediately rushed to the home of the singer who is now ranked third, and someone knocked on the door. The charming beauty inside was startled on the spot when she saw the posture at the door.

Song Beiyun couldn't stand the smell of powder on her body, so he took out his handkerchief and covered his nose and walked in, waved his hand outside, and the people outside immediately closed the door.

Under the woman's shocked and frightened expression, Song Beiyun covered her mouth and nose and started to wander around here.

After almost the same round, he came to the woman: "Name."

"He Shi."

"Oh, yes. You're calling this. Where were you doing last night?"

"Slave... I competed in the Chang'an Theater yesterday..." He Shi was so overwhelmed by Song Beiyun's aura that he couldn't speak very easily.

"What after?"

"After... I'll come back."

"Are you back?" Song Beiyun raised his eyes and looked at her: "One person?"

“One…one…one person.”

"Really?" Song Beiyun sneered: "The King of Xixia was assassinated last night. According to the information, you were the last person he met."

He Shi's face turned pale on the spot. She suddenly knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing, "Sir, it has nothing to do with me. The prince left quickly yesterday... I don't know anything."

"Didn't you just say that you are alone?" Song Beiyun put his hands behind his back and looked dead: "How come there is another prince?"

"Minister girl...Minister girl doesn't want the prince to be tired of my reputation."

"Do you remember when and when did you leave?"

After a moment of recollection, He Shi spoke: "I came here after yesterday's competition. It was the time for the alternation of Hai and Zi. When the prince left, it was just after the third update."

Song Beiyun thought that the old man was quite capable, he arrived at eleven o'clock and left after 1 o'clock. He was almost sixty years old and could last two hours.

This period of time coincides with the time when Song Beiyun's guards discovered that the King of Xixia was assassinated, but there was actually a contradiction here, because the guards said that after the prince came out from here, they had not found any trace of the King of Xixia for about a quarter of an hour. When they appeared again, he was already fighting against the criminals.

And this quarter of an hour is probably the most critical time node here.

"Do you know who the prince has made a grudge with?"

"I don't know..."
To be continued...