It's a pity to say that Song Beiyun once met the King of Thailand during the refugee rebellion in Luzhou. The King of Thailand gave Song Beiyun the feeling that he was a knowledgeable, wise and humorous little old man, and he was Jin Ling'er's biological father, and the two still had some connections.

And now, almost ten years have passed in a flash, and the little old man of the King of Thailand has finally returned to dust and soil.

As for Zhao Cheng in front of him, a woman who didn't care even if she was seen in a bath, she collapsed completely because she heard the news of the death of the King of Thailand.

At this time, Song Beiyun was not easy to make fun of, because only birth, old age, sickness and death are the only major issues in the world. A person experiences violent emotional fluctuations for a major event. This is both reasonable and logical, and at least it proves that Zhao Cheng’s core is still an individual.

"Sad."

Song Beiyun can not give many messages. After all, for Zhao Cheng, her happiest time was spent with the King of Thailand. So many years of beautiful memories and family affection cannot be completely healed by just one sentence of "sadness and reluctance".

Sitting there watching Zhao Cheng cry in a low voice, Song Beiyun felt a little helpless in front of her for the first time.

"Why do you have some wine and sleep?"

He felt that he had said a stupid thing. It was not a loss of love when he died. It was meaningless to drink to relieve sorrow. The reason why pain was painful was because it could not be solved by just a night's sleep.

Zhao Cheng lowered his head and was covered with rain. The clothes that he had already worn were basically open in the middle door. Although he didn't want to look at them, he felt that they looked a little good when he glanced at them occasionally.

This is not because Song Beiyun is cold-blooded and ruthless, nor is he extremely lustful. It is just because human joys and sorrows are not connected. He will not expect that if one day his close relative dies, others will suffer in great pain. Death will only cause pain in a specific relationship.

As for peeking, it is actually just sitting there boring and wanting to leave.

In the end, he decided to leave, but as soon as he got up, Zhao Cheng grabbed his sleeve: "Don't leave..."

"I can't help you here." Song Beiyun also said helplessly: "You know, right? I have met the Thai prince once in my life. You can't expect me to empathize with you when I meet you. The most I can only sigh at the interesting old man who is talented and has great wisdom and wisdom. It's a pity."

Zhao Cheng ignored his words, but just raised his red eyes and looked at him: "Just don't leave, I'm a little scared by myself."

"Actually, I can ignore you, but I can't bear it." Song Beiyun sighed: "Then I'll sit for a while."

But sitting here is really boring. The only fun is to see Zhao Cheng exposed herself casually while writing a letter. Later, Zhao Cheng seemed to have discovered this. Not only did she not hide it, she pulled the double necklace on the collar a few times, making it loose, and her clothes almost slipped off her shoulders.

"No, no, why bother?" Song Beiyun quickly went up and pulled her clothes: "It's not worth it or not."

"It's okay, you don't have to be polite."

"Oh? No, why do you say something strange?"

Zhao Cheng ignored him and just continued to write a letter. After writing a few words, she shed tears. It made people feel a little distressed. Finally, she walked to the box, bent down and took out a black dress from it, cut a piece of cloth with scissors to hang it on her sleeve, raised her face and said to Song Beiyun: "You are here, don't wear mourning clothes, so you use this item to express your grief."

In this way, Zhao Cheng was about to touch the situation at around 10 o'clock. Song Beiyun felt that it was a bit too late, so he stood up again to say goodbye, but Zhao Cheng still refused to let him leave.

"It's not possible, Sister Orange. If you don't leave, something will happen. You are a widow, and you can't see the man entering the door and leaving. Is this going to end?"

Zhao Cheng just snorted lightly, but took out wine and dried fruit from the cabinet next to it and placed it on the table: "I am a demon nun, when will I care about my reputation? Besides, even if you did something, I will not bother you or make a statement, and I will not even resist. What are you afraid of?"

Such words are undoubtedly an invitation, which is too embarrassing. Song Beiyun coughed twice: "If you can't drink wine, something will really happen."

"You are nothing more than worrying about me slandering you." Zhao Cheng sneered: "If you don't drink, I'll drink, you are a savage."

It was over, and she was ridiculed by the demon nun. If this kind of thing was to be done when Song Beiyun was young, she had to be pressed on the table. Song Beiyun was not just a joke.

But now, Song Beiyun’s first reaction is to think twice before acting. The impulse no longer belongs to him. He is not worried about any adverse reactions, but just simply think that the demon nun is terrible.

Zhao Cheng no longer squeezed Song Beiyun, but just poured himself wine, then quietly drank a glass, then continued to fill it up, and drank another glass.

After drinking a few consecutive cups, Zhao Cheng's eyes were already blurred, but she was still drinking continuously. When Song Beiyun saw this scene, she felt relieved that she did not intend to seduce herself.

What kind of disorder after drinking depends on your attitude when drinking. A glass of wine will last for half an hour, and then say to someone, "I'm drunk, please help me back to the room." This kind of thing is probably going to happen after entering the room.

But Zhao Cheng was like this, and half of the bottle of wine was basically just about getting drunk, dying or near-death experience. What kind of thing is messy and too low-level. Just like her drinking, she would have to drink the 56-degree distilled wine for another 2 taels. After a while, she could see that the big wardrobe could dance and was still messy. She might have to be vomited when she put her on the bed.

"Okay, stop drinking."

Song Beiyun reached out to stop him, but Zhao Cheng was lined up. Zhao Cheng's eyes were focused for a long time before he could barely aim at Song Beiyun. She stared at Song Beiyun for a long time, as if the system blue screen was restarting, and then picked up the wine and poured it into her mouth.

"Drink again!"

"I got married at the age of sixteen. Before anyone could get rid of the veil on the day of my marriage, my husband went into battle. Later, he was defeated in Jingzhou and his head was hung above the city gate. More than 1,200 relatives were all sent to serve as soldiers, and I should be a royal family, but I was demoted to a commoner after death." Zhao Cheng began to mutter in a low voice: "At the age of nineteen, I joined the White Lotus Sect, believed in their dream of peace and prosperity in the country and the people were obsessed with it. At the age of twenty-four, I saw the white lotus destruction. Now I am thirty-two, and my life has been ruined."

Song Beiyun scratched his head: "Adults should be responsible for what they choose. I admit that it is a bit unfair to you in the first half, but you can't blame others in the second half, right?"

Zhao Cheng did not answer, but just laughed, making Song Beiyun numb all over. Then, he laughed halfway through the laughter and disappeared, and the person also crawled under the table.

Song Beiyun was startled at the time and thought she was dead. When she walked over, she saw her sleeping under the table with her body tilted...

He went up to drag Zhao Cheng, and tried hard to drag her to the room and helped her take off the dirty clothes outside, but found that the demon nun was only wearing the clothes outside, and there was really nothing inside, and he was not afraid of the chilly cold spring.

"No." After Song Beiyun covered her with the quilt, he moved his arms: "I used to say that I could carry a Zhao Cheng, even if I had half a pig, I wouldn't have been so hard."

After saying that, he slowly left the room and asked the guards to look at the door, and then left Zhao Cheng's house.

After returning, he washed up and entered the room. At this moment, Biluo was not asleep yet. He was weaving small clothes for his future children under the light. When she saw Song Beiyun come back, she smiled and said, "I thought you were not back."

"Where can you go if you don't come back?" Song Beiyun leaned against the head of the bed and touched Biluo's not obvious belly: "That's the demon nun."

Biluo laughed loudly, and she said indifferently: "My husband has no entertainment these days, so it's better to just make mistakes. So that my husband will not feel lonely and uncomfortable, and she can't make any tricks."

Song Beiyun raised his head in surprise and looked at Biluo, but he soon felt relieved. Women of this era have such ideas. Besides, Biluo is not a kind person. She was an undercover agent in the White Lotus Sect and became the boss. Later, Bailu destroyed her and sent thousands of people to the guillotine with her own hands.

It is not uncommon for such a person to have such an idea. For her, everything in the world can be used. Even Song Beiyun was just the object of her use in the two years she just met.

But now, she was in peace with a little woman. After all, the person next to her was Song Beiyun, so she naturally had no other greed.

"sleep."

"Honey, my husband."

"What are you doing?"

Biluo asked seriously: "What should the child be called?"

"Male or female?"

"Is there any difference between boys and girls?" Biluo asked curiously: "What should I say?"

"The boy is called Pidan, and the girl must be counted as her birth date." Song Beiyun yawned: "It's getting late, go to bed."

Biluo didn't understand why the man around him could do so much to value girls over men. He was very fooled by several men in the family, and loved the little princess Zuo Rou like a flesh-hearted person.

You should know that in many places in the countryside, if you have a daughter, you have to drown by the river...

"Okay, don't beep anymore. Go to bed." Song Beiyun turned off the lamp and hugged the green snail in his arms. After a while, he fell asleep.

The next morning, he got up and the table was filled with a large table of food made by Qiaoyun's mother. Although he knew that the old lady was actually doing so much to intercept some of it to the men and sons at home, he had never said anything. First, she was doing her best to take care of Qiaoyun here, and secondly, Song Beiyun is not short of this little thing for this nothing. Another thing is that she is still the same thing, she is not deaf, not blind, not a family member, and if you want a harmonious family, you must open your eyes and close your eyes.

"Baiyun comes." Qiaoyun is already seven months old at this time and is obviously pregnant: "My brother just now brought some good dried sea cucumbers and said he is to replenish your body."

"I can't get used to this thing, so you can stew it." Song Beiyun smiled and said, "You, take some of it to your parents when you see what you have at home, otherwise you will make people laugh at me as a big big wife who does things. "

Qiaoyun smiled and said, while going forward to help Song Beiyun take care of her clothes: "Thank you for your hard work these days, hurry up and eat something."

"It's not hard, life is hard." Song Beiyun sighed: "I, after thinking about it, I still feel that it's better to be a carefree villager in Xiaolian Village. I secretly touched my sister Qiaoyun in a small cave, and then I can still eat all day long and wait for death."

Qiaoyun smiled and patted his shoulder: "Nonsense! Okay, it won't delay you, eat soon."

After all, he is worthy of being a small restaurant at home. Qiaoyun’s mother’s skills are really nothing. The meat cakes are fragrant when they are steamed, and the pickles taste delicious.

"By the way, where is your mother?"

"Mom went outside and asked my father to find someone to collect some donkey skins. She wanted to make some glue for me and Biluo."

"Well, this is good." Song Beiyun pointed to the small cabinet next to him: "There is money inside, so let your mother take it by herself when she should. Don't say anything, it's not easy for the elderly."

"I know." Qiaoyun smiled happily: "Don't worry, I'm taking care of you at home, you're just busy with yours."

"Yeah." Song Beiyun nodded: "And your brother, I heard that he did a good job some time ago. Now he has become a master and apprentice. It's time to have a wife for him. As a sister, you also have snacks. If you should buy a house, buy a house. If you should buy a betrothal gift, buy a betrothal gift. Don't be wronged, let's let others laugh at it."

"I know, I know." Qiaoyun quickly picked up a cake for Song Beiyun: "Hurry up and go to duty. In your eyes, it should be a major event in the country. Don't worry about this acre of three-point land. If Aunt Hong hears it, she will talk about me."

Song Beiyun nodded, wrapped a few cakes and went out. Qiaoyun shouted behind him: "Soy milk! You haven't drunk soy milk yet."

"I don't drink salty..." Song Beiyun replied: "I'll add sugar next time."

Just when Song Beiyun arrived at work, a man in black came up next to him. Song Beiyun nodded, and then the man in black followed Song Beiyun into the house.

After entering the room, he sat in front of his desk: "Is the advance team back?"

"Mr. Song, not yet. What I want to say is another thing."

"Yeah, let's talk."

"The Quanzhou exploration ship has arrived in Luzon as Lord Song said. After investigation, it was found that Luzon's local sea organically is Yishan, close to Fujian, real estate gold can be taken."

Song Beiyun pursed his lips: "What is the local customs?"

"Wild."

The word "王风" was very good. Song Beiyun scratched his face: "Then let's be civilized and tell the fleet on the other end of Quanzhou that the official opening of the Luzon route, and the things in the Song Dynasty need to find more sales."

"I understand." The man in black stood up and nodded, "By the way, I hope you can listen to one more thing."

"A bad habit, can't you finish talking about it at once? Tell me quickly."

"The news came from Chang'an that the Chang'an Soup Bread Sect has now become the first sect in Chang'an, with more than 30,000 people."

Song Beiyun was just drinking tea, and he heard the news and squirted on the spot: "What?"

"Well... Chang'an Soup Cake Sect has now become the first sect in Chang'an, with more than 30,000 people. They donate soup cakes every day, and there are more than 3,000 kilograms of vermicelli, and they are almost entirely granted by believers, and they are almost no longer allocated funds by the yamen."

Song Beiyun was silent for a moment: "It was the culture that invaded."

"But sir... the leader... the leader has gone to school and has no time to manage the sect. A few days ago, the leader of the Tangbian Sect was punished to stand for wetting the bed."

Song Beiyun patted his head: "Then let anyone be responsible for handling this matter, let Jin Ling'er deal with it, what about his son's teachings."
Chapter completed!