In fact, although Song Beiyun has first-class skills in making verbal tricks, he rarely talks about it because the world is different. Reformers who have never short of paper talks throughout the ages have been around for all dynasties. From Wang Mang’s new policy to public buses, the span span is nearly two thousand years. How many successful ones are there?

Even if there are occasional successes, they will not end up in the end because they violate the interests of the gentry class, right? Shang Yang, whose car was broken, Wu Qi, whose arrows were pierced, Wang Anshi, who was exiled, and Zhang Juzheng, who was crushed and ashes, were still a relatively tragic part, and there were countless more people.

The bloody lessons in history remind Song Beiyun all the time that under the premise that his own power cannot achieve, don’t violate the interests of the upper class for those "two-legged beasts", otherwise his best ending would be to dig oysters to eat in the Qiongzhou Strait.

The rice must be eaten one bite at a time, and the road must be taken step by step. In the words of Miss Chicken King, at that time, 125-dump is pressed against his mother's forehead. Who dares to fart? The caliber is the truth, and the range is the justice. If he only depends on two sluts, who will die if he doesn't die?

"Good brother, have you woken up?"

Jin Ling'er covered her body with a blanket and lay on Song Beiyun's chest. Because of her slightly raised neck, she could see a deep canyon with a slight look, and her slippery skin was shining with a young and healthy luster.

"Well, I'm awake." Song Beiyun hugged Jin Ling'er's waist with both hands and buried her nose in her long hair: "You are fragrant."

"Well..." Jin Ling'er stretched out her arms: "I'm sleeping very comfortably, but good brother, are you not okay? You don't touch me. You don't eat the big fat meat you sent to your mouth? Is it because I, Jin Ling'er, isn't fragrant enough or is you, Song Beiyun, weak?"

Song Beiyun chuckled lightly, and didn't say anything but hugged Jin Ling'er in his arms.

The little girl seemed to like being held like this, and she stopped talking, but just buried her face between Song Beiyun's neck and pressed her naked on his chest, quietly listening to the rustling sound of rain and muffled thunder outside.

"Good brother just saw you being stunned and silenced. What are you thinking?" Jin Ling'er leaned into his ear and whispered: "Holding the eldest princess of the Song Dynasty, you have something else in your heart. Damn it."

Song Beiyun turned his head and looked at Jin Ling'er's side face, pondered for a moment, and suddenly laughed: "Do you want to be the queen?"

"You're crazy!"

Jin Ling'er suddenly stood up and stared at Song Beiyun with a terrified look. Regardless of the blanket sliding off her body, revealing a beautiful spring light, she covered Song Beiyun's mouth with one hand: "Good brother, don't mention this again, whether in front of my father or in front of others, remember not to mention it again!"

Song Beiyun moved her hand away, held her in his arms, turned over, and looked at her eyes from top to bottom: "The Song Dynasty is hopeless. With the public, I don't want my hometown to be ravaged and my creatures are devastated. This is what my master told me. With the private, I don't want to see this little baby in my arms now become a princess of a deceased country, and it's not good to be bullied."

Jin Ling'er stared at his eyes, and her eyes suddenly became gentle. She stretched out her hand and hugged his neck, pressing her forehead against his forehead: "Good brother, if there was one day, would you protect my family?"

"Will it be true, but I don't want that one day." Song Beiyun turned his head slightly, kissed Jin Ling'er's lips, and then touched it gently: "So I suddenly had a very dangerous idea just now."

“Now is not the time to think about this.”

After Jin Ling'er finished speaking, she chased after her with a smile, and took the initiative to kiss the stinky guy in front of her...

Two hours later, Yusheng came back from King Fu to copy the book and saw Princess Ruibao sitting on the porch talking to Song Beiyun. He naturally walked up and saluted: "Greetings to Princess Qiansui."

"Brother Yusheng is not given a gift." Jin Ling'er said with a dignified look on her face: "Today I am talking to Beiyun. Hundreds of thousands of victims will come in the next two days. You are busy, don't care about me."

Yusheng smiled, bowed his hand and walked into the room with the book in his arms. As soon as he walked in, the princess's expression changed immediately. She frowned and said, "Good brother, I don't care about that. What queens are not queens? I'm not interested. You can't take risks."

"I'm just talking, I'm just thinking about it for a while." Song Beiyun leaned against the pillar next to him: "You said that Zhao Xing is like a puppet emperor now, so why don't we throw this stall off."

"You!" Jin Ling'er stood up: "I told you not to say anything more, I'm so angry."

Song Beiyun laughed, but didn't say anything but opened his hand gently. Jin Ling'er immediately got into his arms like an evil person.

Realizing that the situation was not good, Jin Ling'er immediately bounced away and sighed: "It's over, I'm afraid I'll be tamed..."

After saying that, she sat back in her seat, took off her shoes and stuffed her white onion-like feet into Song Beiyun's arms: "I appreciate you."

Song Beiyun played with these pair of pink and jade-like feet, but his brows were frowning: "This idea is temporarily put on hold, but you have to promise me that if there is one day, you cannot hide when you have to."

"Well brother, can I open the harem?"

Song Beiyun nodded: "You can try it."

"What's the point of being an emperor? Don't do it." Jin Ling'er frowned and shook her hands: "What can't be done when she is a princess? If she can't be done as a queen, why should I do it?"

"Do you want to see your father die in the battlefield?" Song Beiyun sat aside and picked up the teacup and took a sip: "I want to see the Song Dynasty being driven to the beach and beating to the point of being frustrated. Do you want to see the last 100,000 soldiers and civilians jumping into the sea to die for their feud? Do you want to see the devastating creatures? Do you want to see this Han people being ravaged by foreign tribes for hundreds of years? Actually, I don't care. To me, the foreign tribes you talk about are all their own people, and I can live very well everywhere."

His series of questions made Jin Ling'er frown, she pulled out the feet in his arms, put on her shoes and stood up and said, "Don't force me, okay...good brother."

"I didn't force you, I just asked you to consider it. I might not be able to do it alone, but if you add that chicken king, you might be able to really lift it up for you." Song Beiyun put his hands on his hips: "Anyway, we are still young, and Song Dynasty will not end so soon. You still have a lot of time, go back and think about it."

"Well..." Jin Ling'er took a deep breath: "Good brother gave my sister a big shock today."

"It's getting late, let's go back first." Song Beiyun pinched her chin: "Your father should find him later."

"Yes." Jin Ling'er stood up: "Then I'll leave first today."

Song Beiyun nodded and personally sent her to the door. He got into the sedan chair that had been waiting outside for a whole day. After watching her sneakily lift the curtain and wave her hand, Song Beiyun turned around and returned to the house.

After leaving Song Beiyun, Jin Ling'er's heart was pounding. She did not deny that the dead guy's proposal was attractive. She really liked and admired Wu Zetian of the previous dynasty, but she was as smart as she knew that once she set foot on this road, she would be a life of death.

But this life-long life is a very exciting thing. Jin Ling'er, who has always been uneasy and calm, is now very conflicted. She sometimes looks like she is sitting in the Golden Palace and sometimes she looks like she is tied up and pressed on the law field.

Her nervous mood made her sweat nervously, but undoubtedly... Song Beiyun's sudden words were truly engraved in her heart.

It even made her a little absent-minded.

"Daughter pays homage to the father."

When he returned to the palace, Jin Ling'er first went to see King Fu who was practicing calligraphy. King Fu raised his eyelids and looked at her, chuckled: "I've been hanging out with that kid all day. You, you, you're a big child, you want some reputation."

"Father..." Jin Ling'er pouted: "My daughter is not that kind of person."

"Ha." King Fu glanced at her: "Look at the red marks on your neck. If your mother sees them, she will definitely scold you."

Jin Ling'er hurriedly walked to a bronze mirror and found that the dead guy had really sucked a mark on her neck, which made her stomp her feet repeatedly.

"Okay, okay, my father is also young." King Fu said with a expressionless face: "You can weigh the weight of it yourself. Don't say that your father will not protect you at that time. Also, you can be really in love, but you are a royal family. If you really treat someone as a young man, the one who disciplines you at that time will be Zongzheng Temple."

Jin Ling'er lowered her head and twisted her hands together without pressing them: "Daughter understands."

"Okay, go and see your mother, she asked you just now."

"My daughter knows..."

Walking into the backyard, Jin Ling'er headed straight to her mother's wing room. When she met, the princess immediately grabbed her and asked with a burning look: "How?"

Jin Ling'er looked outside with a vigilant look on her face, then carefully closed the door, walked into the house excitedly, and said with a smile on her face: "Is that what if my daughter can't do it?"

"But be careful, don't get pregnant."

"Oh...Mother, where do you want to go?" Jin Ling'er sat beside the bed: "It's not that step yet."

The princess paced back and forth in the room: "That's right, don't worry about this. You can calm down first, and when you understand his temperament, it will be easy. I took down your father like this back then, but you also have to recite one thing, you can only be the wife, and your identity is here."

"That's natural." Jin Ling'er looked proud: "It's amazing for me to grab things."

"You... underestimate the enemy!" the princess sighed, "I have seen that child. It seems to be erratic but it is actually pretty sure. You are still tender."

"Okay, okay, mother... won't talk about this." She took out a pack of pills from the shoulder bag made by Aqiao for her: "This is what he asked me to give to my mother, saying that if I take one with an angina pectoris, I can stand up to him no matter what."

"This child..." The princess took the pills with a smile on her face: "I knew he was a good child the first time I saw him. Jin Ling'er must be caught well, don't let someone run away."

After talking for a while, the princess suddenly patted her head: "Look at my memory, today I chatted with the Bao family's aunt. She said that the child from the governor's family was very ill and had not eaten or drunk for two days. The doctor said she was afraid she could not hold on for three days."

"Who..." Jin Ling'er scratched her head: "Oh...he's going to die?"

"Isn't your relationship good in the past? Why are you so cold?" The princess frowned and looked at Jin Ling'er: "This is not possible. You need to be kind as a man. This woman is most taboo about being unkind and unkind, but you can't do this."

"I know, mom..." Jin Ling'er pouted: "But he is going to die, what can I do?"

"Isn't yours a little miracle doctor? Let him go and have a look."

"Ah? It's not worth it for such a person."

"You!" The princess patted Jin Ling'er's back and said, "The child of the governor's family has always been kind to you. This business is not a good deal. Don't blame me for telling your father if you talk like this. Your father often says that human life is as great as the sky."
Chapter completed!