Early in the morning, Song Beiyun got up to clean up his clothes, stood in front of the mirror, and quietly waited for the palace maids sent from the palace to dress him up.

On the table was his presentation today, and he used the last little time to recite it through the light.

He could not have had to go out of the article, but today was a report meeting after all, so it could be better conveyed to everyone's head.

Seeing him lyrics, the palace maid who had served him a long time ago asked in a low voice: "Sir, this is the first time I have seen you so cautious."

Song Beiyun did not look back, but just chuckled and said, "When I was young and frivolous, I didn't take the world's people into my eyes. As I grow older, I realized that all living beings in the world are just rice in the bucket, but some rice are full, some are shriveled, some are eaten by insects, and some are moldy. However, rice is rice after all, and cannot be transformed into gold particles. So, can I be careless?"

The palace maid laughed: "It's so interesting to speak to adults."

Song Beiyun just smiled indifferently. He didn't say much, but just continued to review until the carriage outside stopped at the door.

He got on the carriage, came to Hongwenguan, and walked straight into the back door, and came to the preparation room.

After a while, Beipo also walked in, looked at Song Beiyun and smiled, "My brother, I came early."

"It's not too disappointing to come and prepare early. If you want to be a stubborn person, Li Taibai will be famous in history. What the Song Dynasty wants now is not romantic poets but rigorous and solemn." Song Beiyun picked up the teacup and took a big sip, and then ate some dry food he brought: "Young people need role models, so I have to be careful now."

"It's true that it's you." Beipo smiled and picked up the dry food that Song Beiyun placed next to him: "You just eat this?"

"Well, you can't eat soup and water, you will easily get hungry." Song Beiyun broke some dry cakes and put them in his mouth: "Eat this and fill some water, it will be fine for the whole morning."

Song Beiyun's words made Beipo sigh, "After all, he is a person who accomplished great things. Beipo thought that if he reached the level of Song Beiyun, he would definitely not be able to do this, and he seemed to have no interest in things outside his body at all.

Over the years, not no one in the court wanted to defeat Song Beiyun, but both private morality and official style were impeccable. Someone went to check his private accounts to make things difficult for Song Beiyun, but found that in addition to some early investment dividends, his income was only the salary and rewards of the court every year. Even those investment income was invested by him in the "Song Beiyun Science and Technology Award". After that, he never heard of his private property again.

As for private life, this thing cannot be checked, because anyone who checks this is equivalent to pinning his head on his crotch. From the emperor to the governor, no one is clean in this kind of thing. Some people even have to be extremely pickled in their own lives, and as for others, there is nothing else that can bring him down.

Could it be that he loves to eat fat? That's really a big deal.

In fact, even so, if the emperor wants to mess with him, then the three tricks of falsely accusing the ministers are still there, which means having three companies, holding troops to self-respect, donating miscellaneous taxes and injuring the holy grace.

But the problem is not to mention whether the emperor wants to defeat Song Beiyun. Even if he wants to, he has no choice, because there is a fundamental difference between falsely accusing him of self-respecting his own troops and his real soldiers.

If anyone really dares to use "false" to detain Song Beiyun in the capital for no reason, there is no need to think about it. Mutiny is considered light, but if it is serious, it is clear to the emperor directly. It is not difficult to kill the people in Jinling City.

At Song Beiyun's current level, those ministers who play with power all day long have already touched him.

Song Beiyun knew this better than anyone else. Yue Fei died on the emperor's slightest and strange mind. In such an era, saying that the bullshit ministers would be really nonsense. If the emperor didn't do it, it would be really not. To put it bluntly, if there was no disagreement in history and without Zhao Xing's lineage coming to power, Song Dynasty would have to die, and no one of the emperors could beat him.

Therefore, Song Beiyun believes that it is better for the ancestors of the Zhao family to appear and let Zhao Xing, a bastard, become the emperor. This emperor seems to be comparable to Zhu Houzhao, the Emperor Wuzong of Ming Dynasty, but his core is a person like Qin Shihuang, because throughout history, he can no longer find an emperor who is neither cowardly but can perform self-diality.

"Mr. Song, it's time."

"What are you talking nonsense?" Beipo frowned and turned around and scolded: "If you are not careful, you will land when you are no longer aware of your head!"

Song Beiyun smiled and reached out to stop him: "It's okay, I know it doesn't mean that, don't blame others."

But after he finished speaking, he turned around and said to the young man dressed in a scholar, "But you must pay attention next time. If I don't care, it's always someone who cares about me. If you provoke someone, you will have to implicate your superiors."

Beipo glared at his book boy and walked out of the door with a smile. Song Beiyun smiled and shook his head, followed him quickly and said, "Brother Beipo, don't you have to be so angry."

"These candids have been read in the dog's belly for years." Beipo shook his head and said, "Beiyun, you don't know anything. In recent years, there have been more people, more monsters, and many crooked melons and jujubes. Sometimes it really makes people angry and not compete."

"Hahaha, normal." Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "In the future, more and more scholars will be read, and more and more crooked melons and dates will be broken. Because no matter what, there are always 80% of the world's waste."

Beipo smiled bitterly and shook his head, sending Song Beiyun to the podium.

Over the past few days, the entire Jinling cultural circle has already known that Song Beiyun has returned. The Song Beiyun, who once took the lead in blocking the palace gate and was locked in a prison car paraded in a prison car.

It is said that he came back this time to give a report speech, but no one knows who he is going to report to.

So with the intention of watching the excitement, there were really many people coming. Many people even rushed back from other places early to see what Song Beiyun would report this time.

Looking at the people who were three layers outside, glass began to be installed around Songbeisi, while he stood inside the glass to debug the microphone's radio effect.

After feeling it was almost the same, he put his hands on the table and raised his eyes to look around.

The guards at the bottom had already separated the people twenty meters away. Some people were dissatisfied with the argument, and Song Beiyun coughed just right at this time.

"Everyone, I apologize to you first. Today I can't stand among you. As for the reasons, you can all think that there are countless people in the world who want me, Song. Song is not talented and afraid of death. I hope everyone will forgive me."

The audience laughed and suddenly the dissatisfaction in their hearts dissipated. You should know that Song Beiyun had reformed the hundreds of years of scholarship by himself, and everyone knew that many princes and families had violated the interests of the princes and nobles. Therefore, in such an occasion, certain security measures were indeed needed.

At this moment, Zhao Xing crawled out of the crowd with a bun and three cakes in his hand, and followed several young people who took it as their responsibility to save the world and save the country.

If you need to look carefully, except for Zhao Xing, a shameless person who was not afraid to scold the people who went to the army, basically all the civil and military officials in the court arrived, but they did not wear official uniforms, and they all came to watch the fun in casual clothes. As more people came, they would naturally inevitably encounter them.

"Oh...Mr. Xu."

"Isn't this Mr. Guo?"

"Oh? Lord Huang is here too?"

"Isn't that Ding Xiang?"

It was like a large-scale marriage recognition scene, and the screams were connected. It felt like I was discovering a colleague from the same office appeared in the cinema on a weekday, and he had just covered his stomach and asked for leave and said that he didn't have much time to go to see a doctor.

They came here to see Song Beiyun, either because they were brainwashed by him, but just wanted to see what tricks this guy was going to play. After all, every time this person came to Jinling, it was a bloody storm. Over the years, many people's graves were covered with lilac flowers.

Not only ministers in the court, but also envoys from various countries came quietly. Perhaps for the country, Song Beiyun was actually just a man who was a national sage. There were many such people, and they didn't realize where this person was.

But for foreign countries, Song Beiyun was just a fierce dog that was unfettered. Over the years, no country around him did not recognize him. From the Liao Kingdom and the just disappeared Jin Kingdom to the Baiyue Kingdom, the Tianzhu Kingdom, the Dali, the Western Regions, the Western Xia Kingdom, and the Tubo, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the ceiling of the diplomatic boundary. So far, there are at least 75 small countries that rely on the policies formulated by Song Beiyun to support their families. Nine countries or tribes have already taken over the pressure of this guy to return to the Song Dynasty. Even the grasslands that were once glorious were now fighting a mess. The southern tribes have announced the establishment of the Mongolian Empire, and the northern grasslands are resolutely using the Golden Horde to fight for orthodoxy.

And all of this is the result of the young man in front of him step by step in the past ten years.

"Today, Song is here, not for anything else, but for the ministers present, they report the achievements of our Song Dynasty in the past." Song Beiyun looked up at the distance: "And use this as a starting point to inform the national plans and steps for the next ten years. This speech will be a vernacular speech because of some people. If you think I am rebellious, you can leave now."

He drove people away before he started, otherwise he would say that he was Song Beiyun, so he didn't care what these people were saying.

However, promoting vernacular Chinese is the matter on Yan Shu. So far, some people are quite dissatisfied with this, believing that Yan Shu is forgetting his ancestors and abandoning the essence. If someone else is changed, they must leave angrily. However, Song Beiyun, who is now above, has to listen to the changes in the past ten years and the plans for the next ten years. This kind of thing cannot be encountered anytime and anywhere, so even the most determined supporters of official literature are reluctant to leave the door.

"Okay, it's almost time to start." When Song Beiyun saw that there were not many people leaving the field, he cleared his throat: "Song has been around for a long time. There are too many stories in a long time, so I won't go into the Hongwenguan Grand Library to check the historical books."

He pursed his lips: "Since thirty-seven years ago, the Song Dynasty has encountered unprecedented setbacks, and famines have been repeated for many years, and foreign forces have invaded, and compensation from various places is difficult to describe one or two."

"Fourteen years ago, the state of Song was weak and handed over the capital and settled in a corner."

Song Beiyun's fingers gently tapped the table, and a heavy voice came from the loudspeaker, as if knocking on the hearts of everyone present. Every time he hit, his heart suddenly shrank.

"Ten years ago, the national dynasty was almost ruined. In the first year of the Xinli period, white lotus was rampant and bewitching people's hearts. The flood in the southeast, hundreds of thousands of people were displaced, food collapsed, some merchants were unkind, and stockpiled goods, and the fate of the country was in danger."

"Fortunately, the aspiring people in the world stood up in a confused place, and helped the building fall, and supported a stormy Song Dynasty with its flesh and blood. This is a blessing and a misfortune. Fortunately, there are still people in the world who can stand up after all, but unfortunately, they are weak and lonely. "

"In the second year of Xinli, the northwest mutiny and the Jingchu rebelled, which happened to be in trouble in the Song Dynasty, and 750,000 people were hungry for a year. According to statistics from local governments, more than 70,000 people were starved to death this year. In addition, the number of people who were missing and concealed, should be 100,000 people. The White Lotus Sect took the opportunity to incite and cause trouble in the southeast."

When many people heard this, tears appeared in their eyes. Looking back at that time, if there were poor families, no one or two people would starve to death, not to mention that some places were empty.

"In the third year of the Xinli calendar, the White Lotus subsided, and nearly 30,000 White Lotus Sect members were killed in various places. This incident will be a disgraceful move in history, because the so-called White Lotus Sect members are just hungry people. Those who cause trouble due to hunger are guilty of the country. This incident should not have happened, but the Song Dynasty was already ruined at that time and could not be scrupulous." Song Beiyun raised his head and looked at the sky, then lowered his head and continued: "In the same year, the workshop was established."

"In the fourth year of the Xinli period, the workshop was launched and all things were born. New seedlings bloomed under the rubble of the Song Dynasty. In July of the same year, the Song and Liao dynasties established an alliance. Then in the winter month, there was a plague in Huizhou, and nearly 3,000 people died. The late Zhao Xiang led the way and tried cowpox with his body."

"In the fifth year of the Xinli calendar, Chang'an was recovered and reformed. In July of the same year, the battle between the two Jin Dynasties broke out."

"In the sixth year of the Xinli period, the Western Xia Dynasty adopted the land and returned to the Song Dynasty, the Dali adopted the land and returned to the Song Dynasty, and the land of the Great Song Dynasty was comparable to the prosperous Tang Dynasty."

"In the seventh year of the Xinli calendar, there was a severe drought. No one in the Song Dynasty starved to death. In August of the same year, the first seaship was launched in Quanzhou."

"In the eighth year of the Xinli calendar, the construction of Lianyun New Port was completed, and the first giant ship was launched, and the same year it bombarded Heianjing."

Speaking of this, the Japanese envoys in the crowd left the stage in disgrace, while the Ryukyu and the Hokkien envoys took the lead in cheering and triggered the first small climax of the entire scene.

"In the ninth year of the Xinli calendar, the national reform was almost completed, and the four frameworks of the academic record system, the soldier system, the official system, and the tax system were officially completed. In the same year, under the attack of our Second Fleet, Emperor Wanyan presented the country to the Song and Liao with the conditions of not harming the people, and the Jin Kingdom was incorporated into the Song and Liao."

When I heard this, there was another tsunami-like orgasm below.

Although ten years have been condensed into ten sentences, it can be really heard that the true changes over the past ten years are, and the confidence in the whisper cannot be covered up.

And just as the last sentence was finished, a whistle suddenly sounded in the distance, and then a huge iron lump passed by outside the wall with thick smoke.

Song Beiyun turned around and pointed at the train: "The language is not strong enough, please take a look with your own eyes."

The first stage came to an end, but Zhao Xing, who was in the audience, knew that the second stage was the highlight of Song Beiyun, so he quickly swallowed the bun in his hand, rubbed his hands, and quietly waited for the train's debut to end.
Chapter completed!