It is a pity that King Fu is a person who doesn’t care about etiquette and is a person who is unfair and has a lot of temper. In addition, he has been in a military career. Otherwise, an unknown person would have to drag him out and beat him to death if he dared to teach the prince.

Fortunately, King Fu didn't understand, but his identity was there, and he didn't understand, and he was embarrassed to ask. So Jin Ling'er was trapped at home and couldn't get out of the class yesterday. Song Beiyun didn't need to know that King Fu must be pulling King Jin Ling'er to teach him.

Jin Ling'er didn't come, which was a good thing. At least Song Beiyun could stay at home safely, and the weather gradually became hotter. Compared to swaying outside in the sultry weather, it would be better to hide in the room barefoot and read books and practice calligraphy.

"Don't make a fuss..." Qiaoqiao held Song Beiyun's hand: "Someone knocked on the door outside."

"Let him knock it off, baby Qiao Qiao quickly took off her coat and let's take a nap."

"Tell some damn words all day long." Qiaoqiao jumped off the bamboo bed and tidied up her messy clothes: "I'll go open the door."

Song Beiyun sighed: "Go and go."

Qiaoqiao walked out of the room and replied crisply: "Here you come, don't knock."

After saying that, she walked to the wellhead and took out a towel and dipped it in some clean water to cover her face to cool down her blushing face slightly. Then she waved her waist and walked to the door and opened the door.

The door opened, and a scholar in green stood outside. Qiaoqiao had a relationship with him, but she couldn't remember who his sex was named, but she couldn't lose etiquette. She gave a light polite greeting: "What's the matter with the young master?"

"Is Brother Beiyun here? You talk to him and say that Beipo is here to visit."

"good."

Qiaoqiao jumped back to the room and looked at Song Beiyun, who was wearing her clothes with a dead look on her face: "Put it on quickly. A man from outside who said he was called Beipo is here to find you."

"North Slope?" Song Beiyun sat up and began to tidy up his clothes: "What's he doing with a stupid silly?"

"I'm polite, don't lose my people, go!" Qiaoqiao urged: "After all, they are scholars."

"Okay, okay." Song Beiyun sat up and said, "Let me kiss first."

"No, no, you can hurry up."

"I won't get up if I don't kiss you." Song Beiyun lay down: "Hurry up."

Seeing this guy's scoundrel, Qiaoqiao lifted her hair and leaned down to kiss him on the lips, but Song Beiyun hugged her waist and sucked a red mark on her neck.

"You guy..." Qiao Qiao stood up and hit him: "I'm so stupid."

Song Beiyun got off the floor, put on his shoes, thought for a while, and simply threw away one of his shoes, and wore only one of them, his hair was messy, and his clothes were not tidy, so he rushed out.

"Your clothes! The clothes are not ready yet!"

Qiaoqiao followed him to the outside, and Song Beiyun ignored those and came to the door in this posture. After tiring up his clothes and straps in a hurry, he bowed to the north slope with a very sorry voice: "My brother is having lunch break, I don't know if Brother Beipo is here, so I'll be neglected..."

He looked at Song Beiyun up and down the north slope and found that he was not only disheveled, but also only had one shoe on his feet. This scene made him very happy and quickly replied, "Brother Beiyun, you are too polite."

After saying that, he handed the bacon wrapped in oil paper to Qiaoqiao: "Although my father is the governor of a state, he is just a poor scholar. There is no such thing as this good thing. I hope my brother will not dislike it."

The habit of giving bacon is really a gift from scholars. Because books are very expensive, even if you make friends, you will rarely have more books. In addition, as long as you are a scholar, you will be proud of being poor. This good bacon represents mutual interest. This knowledge point is something that Song Beiyun learned from Brother Yusheng in a serious way.

"Brother, you're here, what else can I bring?" Song Beiyun quickly turned to the side and made a way: "Qiaoqiao, hurry up and make a pot of good tea. I want to make tea with my brother Qingmei."

"Hahaha, others cook wine, and you and I cook tea, either." Beipo said happily: "Let's go ahead and lead the way."

When I came to Song Beiyun's room, I was divided into two rooms. The inner hut was a bedroom, and there was nothing except a bed. Outside, there was Song Beiyun's study, which was filled with hand-written books, most of which were used to practice calligraphy, and a small number were some lonely books copied from King Fu, which was quite fragrant.

"Um..." As soon as Beipo came in, he took a deep breath and looked around: "My brother, your study is like a serious scholar who should have. As soon as he entered the room, the ink smelled so much."

As he said that, he looked through the manuscript on the desk. After turning a page, his eyes suddenly became cold. He held the book and asked Song Beiyun: "Brother, did you copy this book by yourself?"

"This paper is more expensive. You can save some money by copying it yourself, and you can practice calligraphy and cultivate your sentiment."

"Okay, okay, it's true that I am the talented man I like. This is what scholars should look like."

Beipo praised this, which was not a compliment. Although this person was a little bit narrow-minded and had more things to do, he was indeed a real person who loved books and read. Seeing Song Beiyun's neat Song style, he was like a child with malt sugar, and he couldn't let go of it.

"Is this the history of Han?" Beipo sat in front of a short distance and read a few chapters: "Later Han?"

Song Beiyun glanced at it and waved his hand in shame: "Brother, don't say this, but I'm so shameful. This is a book based on the rewritten words of the history of the Later Han Dynasty. Just take a look at it as a lively look. If you can't do it, you can't really call it a history."

"Oh? Then brother is going to see it."

After Beipo finished speaking, he started to read it carefully. When he saw the preface of the title page, "The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away all the heroes", he carefully slaps and says: "Good words!!! This song Linjiangxian is a good word! A great word! Brother Rong will read it."

Really, this person has to look for the doctor. He might have something wrong with it. After saying this, he really looked at the Romance of the Three Kingdoms written by Song Beiyun for practicing calligraphy. Song Beiyun couldn't remember many details here, so he probably remembered some major events and other things, and then he continued them in the epic style. Compared with the aid, it was naturally unmatched, but it still did not affect the North Slope's relish.

"Beiyun, I'll put the tea and refreshments here. You cook it yourself, and I'll go back to the house." Qiaoqiao sent a small stove, a pot, as well as tea and refreshments, and then she greeted her and was about to go out.

"Thank you, my wife."

"Well..." Qiaoqiao smiled with her lips pursed and said, "You guys talk."

But when Qiaoqiao left, when Song Beiyun was about to start cooking tea, he found that the north slope actually grabbed the tea leaves and stuffed them into his mouth and chewed them. He didn't feel bitter, but instead buried his head in this half of the Three Kingdoms.

Song Beiyun called out a few times, but Beipo ignored him at all, as if he was immersed in it. In desperation, he had to open the window and waited by the window to eat refreshments and tease Qiaoqiao who was washing clothes outside.

Time passed quickly, and it was soon late. Seeing the time for dinner, Song Beiyun saw that Beipo was still watching, and he couldn't say anything, so he could only sigh and said, "Brother Beipo, how many drinks will be left here in the evening?"

"Yeah, okay, okay."

Seeing his perfunctory look, Song Beiyun shook his head silently and stood up to the kitchen. There was no food today, but fortunately, he gave a large piece of good bacon, not.

Since it is bacon, the best way for Song Beiyun to make is to steam dried plum vegetables. He took out the long-preserved dried plum vegetables and washed them on the bottom of the bowl, washed the bacon and cut them into large pieces that were suitable for fat and thin. When the iron pot smoked, put the bacon into the pot and stir-fryed it out. When the bacon was burnt on both sides, he then buckled the oil and meat in the pot on the plum vegetables. After all, he buckled it with a bowl on the top of the cage and steamed it for half an hour.

When steaming the meat, Song Beiyun fryed some meat with homemade soybean paste and steamed cakes with dead noodles, which was also a good dish. Then he fryed the remaining small fish in lard until crispy, and sprinkled with spice powder sold by the man and homemade spicy sauce.

Another dish of white chopped chicken was quickly made out by Song Beiyun, and finally a dish of seasonal mushroom soup was added, and four dishes and one soup was placed on the table.

"You don't like him, why do you still treat him like this?"

Qiaoqiao stood beside her and asked in confusion: "Isn't it just to drive him out?"

"They greet them with a smile and treat them with courtesy. If we drive people out, this matter will not be authentic." Song Beiyun pinched his face and said, "No matter what, they didn't do anything to sorry for us, right?"

"That's right." Qiaoqiao sighed, "I'm afraid you're wronged."

"What am I wronged? This is how adults communicate." Song Beiyun spread his hands: "Even if you have to find a reason for rebellion, you can't drive people out for no reason."

"Okay, okay, don't talk nonsense." Qiaoqiao covered Song Beiyun's mouth: "I rebel all day long, I don't know how to live or die!"

"Hahahaha, okay, listen to my baby, beauties. Go and call Brother Yusheng for dinner, I'll call that guy."

After bringing the food to the dining table, Song Beiyun returned to the room and saw Beipo still reading in the last faint light. He drank half of the cold water on the table. Song Beiyun laughed and walked to the door, shouting loudly: "Brother Beipo!"

Beipo, who was startled by this sudden scream, quickly raised his head, but his look was shocked by Song Beiyun. He saw that the guy was covered in tears and his nose was almost dragged into his mouth, and he looked at him with a miserable face.

"Brother Beipo... are you?"
Chapter completed!