Today is Confucius' birthday, and as usual, Chang'an also needs to hold sacrificial activities. However, now Chang'an is obviously not just a sacrificial activity, but more like celebrating festivals. After all, Chang'an's work pace is getting faster and life is getting busy. If you can take a chance to take a vacation, you must enjoy it.

Although Song Beiyun could not have a rest, it would not prevent him from being lazy. After all, the Chang'an supervision is not him now, so he naturally doesn't have to preside over the sacrifices, so he took his junior sister who had just come to Chang'an to wander around in the name of going on a business trip.

"Senior brother, what are you doing?"

"This is Chang'an Academy, an institution before entering university. You can only be eligible to take the college entrance examination after studying here for three years."

"Three years...it's been a long time."

Wuyou's educational level is quite good among women of the same period, but compared with people like Song Beiyun, she is a junior high school dropout, so she still feels a little regretful about studying. Although Song Beiyun had thought about letting her study before, after all, she was not old, but she was helpless. She seemed to be really not a material for studying. She even scored 100 points in the sample paper for the entrance examination with a full score of 100.

More importantly, she didn't care about it at all, and she felt like playing, so Song Beiyun didn't force it anymore. After all, not everyone has the ambition to be a female official. It would be better for someone like Wuyou to be a seven hero and five righteous person to be a good person.

"Senior Brother, you said you were targeted. Who is it? Do I want me to deal with them?"

"A society ruled by law, don't fight and kill. We rely on evidence to do things now, how can we do things randomly?" Song Beiyun carefully taught Wuyou and tried her best to reverse this thinking of disregarding the law: "If you kill me in the world and I kill you, wouldn't the world be in chaos?"

"That's right, let's go, senior brother, there's a fun place over there."

Even if Wuyou pretends to be an adult as much as possible, the teenager is a teenager. In addition, she has been away from the world since childhood, and now she has come to Chang'an City, which is far more prosperous than other places. She sees everything fresh and wants to think about everything she sees.

Although she is Song Beiyun's bodyguard in name, Song Beiyun herself feels that she is taking the children shopping.

Just as Song Beiyun was standing by the roadside waiting for Wuyou to watch the fun, a heavy spice smell that made him familiar with suddenly came. Song Beiyun suddenly became wide open, but turned around and found that a picket selling powder and spices passed by not far away. At this moment, he finally realized a problem.

The owner of this taste is really not simple.

No matter what, she has left a strong impression on herself now, and even a little bit of inadvertent similarity can make her alert.

This fully shows that the girl's ability to master people's psychological skills is very terrifying. She only appears three times, and her characteristics have been remembered by people like Song Beiyun, and can even trigger his defense mechanism.

Great, really amazing.

"Senior brother?Senior brother!"

Wuyou's call woke him up from his meditation. Looking at the cold-sticking skin in Wuyou's hand, Song Beiyun asked: "Don't eat randomly, I'll take you to eat something delicious later."

"Don't worry." Wuyou waved his hand indifferently: "I can eat as much as I can!"

Everything seems to be stable today, with clear autumn air and free time, but Song Beiyun always feels that there is something in his heart and seems worried. Not only is the assassination very strange, but he also knows clearly that Chang'an is no longer a real place of peace, and it will undoubtedly become the core area for all parties to compete for. If it is a battle for territory, then they do not have the ability, but if it is a battle for core culture, it is a protracted struggle.

These crazy believers are really troublesome.

At first, Song Beiyun thought that governing a region and a country only needed to make the people eat, wear clothes, and read books. But when he really started working on it, he realized that sociology is really a profound science. In addition to basic desires, people will have more and more needs. Anyone with ulterior motives will take advantage of loopholes, which will lead to social chaos and turmoil.

This assassination between religions is enough to illustrate the problem. Those fanatics really care about the consequences, otherwise terrorism has never disappeared from ancient times to the present.

"Senior brother, something is wrong today, you are always in a daze."

Wuyou looked at Song Beiyun carefully for a long time: "Are you thinking about girls? I want to tell my teacher's sister-in-law."

Song Beiyun glanced at him and pursed his lips: "Do you still want to eat something delicious?"

This trick has always been useful for Wuyou, and Song Beiyun did not break his promise and took her to the snack street in the west market.

This place can be said to be a gathering of food from various ethnic groups, from the roast lamb sold by a man from the Western Regions who spoke a quaint Mandarin, or a shrimp skin wonton sold by an aunt from an authentic Jinling dialect.

A street is full of people, although it is mixed with fish and dragons, but it is orderly. In addition, today is a Confucius Festival, so it seems particularly lively here.

"Wow! So many people!"

Wuyou stood at the entrance of the street and looked inside, and saw a crowd of people, crowded with people, and the aroma of food was mixed together and spread across the entire street.

“Delicious!”

Wuyou plunged into it, but Song Beiyun just found a small stall to order a bowl of sauce noodles, and sat there quietly waiting for Wuyou to pick the food back.

After a while, Wuyou returned, holding a lot of things in his hand and sat opposite Song Beiyun, with a pancake of lamb oil, roasted crispy pork, grassland with fresh sweet milk tea, etc.

"I'm just a countryman, right?" Wuyou said to Song Beiyun with emotion while eating: "A country girl with no knowledge."

Song Beiyun chuckled: "Just take it slowly, no one has any knowledge at birth."

"Well... I don't care anyway, I will protect my senior brother, I will give me money." Wuyou said with a little willful attitude: "But my senior brother."

"Um?"

"There are so many foreign tribes in Chang'an, so powerful. Is it because Chang'an can tolerate so many foreign tribes that they are so powerful?"

Song Beiyun shook his head, smiled and pointed at the table: "I said it backward."

"Is it the opposite?"

"Well, there is no place that is powerful because of tolerance, and it is inclusive because of strength." Song Beiyun gently clicked the table: "When a place starts to embrace all rivers, it must first have the amount of sea."

Wuyou did not answer, but his eyes directly crossed Song Beiyun's shoulders and looked back, and the muscles on his shoulders were also on alert.

"Okay."

When Song Beiyun heard this voice, he immediately frowned, but found that it was the Persian woman who could "meet unexpectedly" anywhere.

But today she looks... different. She usually wears like a dancer, with her belly button and a cat's eye on her eyebrows. But today she is very simple and does not have such a strong and heavy spice smell on her body.

She was holding a bowl in her hand, which contained tofu brain, so she stood there to eat.

"You woman?" Miss Butterfly walked up to point at Wuyou and asked, "So beautiful."

"My junior sister."

"Sister, that's boring." Miss Butterfly sat in the seat without fear: "Don't you mind if I sit there?"

"I mind you sitting down too?" Song Beiyun frowned and said, "It's the fourth time."

"No, no, the first time." She raised a finger and said to Song Beiyun with a smile: "The first time, the first time."

"First..." Song Beiyun's eyes turned, but he also relaxed: "Why don't you apply those weird smells today?"

"I said you are so strange, I applied fragrant powder on my body and said I smell strong. After I washed it, you said I had no smell. What do you want?" Miss Butterfly stamped her feet and said, "I just came out to play today. I didn't wear makeup and didn't have fragrance. What's going on? No?"

"Okay." Song Beiyun lowered his head and ate: "Then please."

Wuyou's eyes were circling back and forth on Song Beiyun and this woman's face. She instinctively felt that she didn't like this woman very much, and she was really beautiful and young, with soaked skin. Such a person was obviously not a good person.

"Little sister, I'm not very friendly to me." Miss Butterfly said as she reached out to touch Wuyou's face.

But that was Wuyou. How could she feel it? As soon as her head tilted, the short knife in her hand bounced out with a whoosh, and it was placed on her shoulder without any effort.

"Worry-free, put it away."

"Oh." Hearing Song Beiyun's words, Wuyou silently withdrew the short knife and glared at her viciously.

"Your sister is so fierce, like a little lion."

Miss Butterfly, who was just held on her neck by a knife, was not only not afraid, but also laughed and teased, as if she didn't take this matter to heart.

"You don't seem to welcome me." She sighed: "Then I'll leave."

Song Beiyun nodded: "Please give me some advice."

"See you next time." Miss Butterfly stood up and greeted Song Beiyun with a smile: "By the way, you haven't told me what your name is yet."

"You should know."

"I don't know, but I'll wait for you to tell me voluntarily." Butterfly waved her hand: "By the way, my Chinese name is Butterfly. Do you know if you call me Xiaodie in the future?"

"Oh! You're still so intimate." Wuyou shouted indignantly: "You don't know whether you're shy?"

"I'm a Persian, not a Han Chinese. Why should I be shy?" After saying that, she came to Song Beiyun and said, "Remember, it's Xiaodie."

"Oh, let's go!" Song Beiyun waved his hand impatiently: "Hair scratched my face!"

Miss Butterfly covered her mouth and smiled so hard that her branches left tremblingly. Wuyou looked at her back as she left, and asked Song Beiyun curiously: "This woman is so strange."

"That's right." Song Beiyun waved his hand: "Just leave her alone. She means that she wants me to investigate her, but I don't!"
Chapter completed!