The weather is sunny, and it is a good day to visit the garden. This spring day when it is sunny after the rain is growing, the grass is flying, and the birds are flying, exuding a breath of youth.

Song Beiyun got up early and dressed up a little. After all, he was thirty years old. At first glance, although he was still young, if he was mixed with those children of 16 or 17 or 18, it would still be a bit abrupt.

"It's not forgiving people in my age."

When Qiaoyun helped him organize his clothes, Song Beiyun suddenly sighed, which made Qiaoyun sigh.

Although Xiao Song can be called a jade tree, he can never go back to his agility when he was eighteen or nineteen years old. Just standing there, his temperament is completely different, and his whole body exudes a middle-aged aura as stable as Mount Tai. Even when he saw it, it was exactly the same as Ding Xiang's temperament.

"I'll tell you, but don't say such things in front of Aunt Hong, you'll be sad."

"That's not possible. I will always be the one who climbs trees and picks peaches in front of her." Song Beiyun smiled and said, "Today, you say I'm going out to find a book, don't say that I will go to the garden and Wuyou will have a blind date for her."

"Why can't Jin Ling'er know?"

"Don't you know Jin Ling'er's temperament? She has a very high vision. If she really chooses a man for Wuyou by her standards, she will probably be in this life. She is both civil and military, and she is unparalleled in the world. She still has ambitions. Where can I have such a man in the world?" Song Beiyun shook her head and said, "Wuyou is at this age, when she is looking forward to love and love. If she misses this stage, she will never be able to find the dense and softness in the future."

"What about you? Have you found it?"

"When I was seventeen or eighteen years old, wouldn't I have the sister Qiaoyun who would secretly be with her relatives?"

"Oh!" Qiaoyun embarrassedly hit Song Beiyun: "Hate..."

"Look, you see, you can't forget the shyness of youth, time has passed." Song Beiyun patted his cuffs: "Okay, I'm leaving."

The most popular clothing in Chang'an is the most formal clothing. Just one jade dress has already appeared in 17 or 18 modifications. Young people, especially students, like it very much. It is not only convenient but also spiritual. Especially after shaving and exercising, the spirit of this kind of clothing will be completely different when worn on the body, and it is clean and neat.

However, Song Beiyun still advocated changing into his original clothes during festivals, but... he found that his advocacy was not easy to use. The development of the times was about to be crushed by him. Under the general trend, his appeal was just a mantis arm to be a chariot.

"Senior brother!"

When I walked out the door, I just passed the corner and saw Wuyou jumping off a big tree branch: "Let's go, let's go."

"Eat." Song Beiyun pointed to the front: "The sugar buns and Hu La soup cakes from Lao Zhou's family in front."

Wuyou pouted: "I'm afraid I'm not going to be late..."

"I can't tell you are still a love-minded person." Song Beiyun walked in front with his hands behind his back: "It's a pity that I'm not. I can't stop me from having breakfast."

Song Beiyun was the old customer of the bun shop at the Alley. When the boss saw him coming, he quickly wiped out a table and said, "Mr. Song is back, I'm afraid he hasn't seen him for several years."

"There's no way, I'm busy." After Song Beiyun sat down, he looked at the menu: "Five meat buns, three sugar buns, two bowls of spicy soup, and two oil cakes."

"Okay, wait!"

Wuyou said it was too late, but she could eat more than anyone else. After eating, she even took two candies and packed them in a sachet, which was ridiculed by Song Beiyun.

The children in the world are different. Although Wuyou is wearing a dress, his habit is still the habit of the children in the world. He is careless and careless. The sachets contain fragrant herbs, but she is better, she is sugar buns.

"Senior brother, will you be recognized?"

"No." Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "I don't have that high recognition."

In fact, he really wouldn't be recognized. Before, he was always worried that Zhao Xing would be recognized by running around the ground, but Zhao Xing taught him a lesson. The dog emperor said that people on the street only felt that the emperor was so tall that he would definitely not sit on the same table to eat cakes with him. So even if one day the emperor really sat on the same table to eat cakes, they would not think that it was the emperor, and even if it looked very similar, they would not think that it was the emperor. They just thought that this person looked so familiar.

Unless you change into a dragon robe, Zhao Xing is Zhao Xing, a mortal. The emperor wearing a dragon robe is the emperor, so Zhao Xing can run out unscrupulously.

Song Beiyun didn't believe it at first, but when he really imitated it, hey... it was true. Everyone was busy on the street, and no one would care about the noble existence that the person next to him who was dressed in an ordinary manner would be, and most of the people who could recognize him would be tacitly understood.

As Zhao Xing said, the clothes outside are halos, and when they are worn, they are just one of the people, and when they take them off, they are just one of the many beings.

Of course... there are some special cases here. If a person is particularly beautiful or ugly, he will be easily recognized.

For example...

"Persian cat, it's early."

Hearing this call, the Persian cat butterfly, who was bent down to buy things, turned his head at an extremely fast speed and saw Song Beiyun dressed up.

"Mr. Song!" The Persian cat suddenly became happy. She even came forward as if she saw a savior: "You are back!"

"Well, it's been a few days since you came back. Has your intelligence network not received the news?"

The Persian cat complained in his heart that there was no intelligence network, which had been gathered up by the religious office. Now the Chang'an religious management rules clearly stipulate that sects are not allowed to raise dead soldiers, killers and intelligence networks, and once discovered, they are dealt with by spies from other countries.

Isn’t this regulation targeting her? But I have to bow my head under someone else’s back, so the intelligence network has been disbanded for a long time.

"Mr. Song... please help me. I'm almost forced to death by Tangbian."

The Persian cat's voice is delicate, and its green eyes are full of water. It's rippling to see people's hearts. But Song Beiyun is no longer Song Beiyun of the past. He is not very interested in women now and only wants to climb technology. Therefore, the Persian cat activates the charming skills but is resisted by Song Beiyun.

But Wuyou stuck out his tongue next to him and made a nauseating sound.

"Worry!" Song Beiyun slanted his eyes and scolded: "It's very impolite."

"I understand... Senior brother."

"This is..." The Persian cat is also a man in the world. She didn't care about this little thing, but just asked curiously: "What a beautiful girl."

When Wuyou heard this, he immediately stepped forward and hugged Song Beiyun's arm, looking at the Persian cat provocatively, with a rebellious look on his face.

"My sister." Song Beiyun pushed Wuyou's face away: "He is rather naughty."

It can be seen... Persian cats are also knowledgeable people. She could tell at a glance that this little girl is not simple, and in all aspects, and she must be very favored, because even relatives do not dare to be too rude in front of people with status like Song Beiyun at will.

"Is Lord Song very busy today? I want to welcome Lord Song."

"When will my brother just ask for it?" Wuyou said unhappily: "Don't you know who my brother is?"

This made the Persian cat so nervous that she lifted her anus. She realized that she did have the intention to get close to it on purpose... and if this is misunderstood, she would be disliked.

However, Song Beiyun was very easy-going: "Today I will accompany my girl to attend a garden party."

"Longshouyuan Park?"

"Well, you know?"

"I know...that's...that was initiated by Miss Zishibe. She invited me, and I'll go there later."

Zi Shibu... Song Beiyun was stunned. The last time he saw this ghostly Japanese princess was in Lianyungang almost two years ago. What was she doing at that time? Anyway, she forgot about her.

However, it is easy to understand that she initiated the garden tour, and it is reasonable for young literary women to do such things. And I heard that Zi Shibu has a very good market among young men and women in Chang'an.

She has written several books in recent years, all of which are quite famous. One is the Weiyang Palace, which describes a foreigner's experience in Chang'an, the other is the narrative novel "Mountains and Seas" that tells the story of the tragic love story of transnationals, the other is the research article "Night Chang'an" that specifically interprets the culture of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and finally another autobiographical book called "Hezi Song".

Because of her unique insights and more objective narratives, the unique softness and delicateness of women, and the clear writing style, such as plumpness, she can be said to be the most outstanding female novelist in the contemporary era. She is now one of the few female mentors at Chang'an Foreign Affairs University, responsible for teaching Chinese culture.

A Japanese woman is responsible for teaching Chinese culture to other foreigners, which is enough to show her achievements in the academic world.

"Then let's go together." Song Beiyun said slowly.

"Um!"

The Persian cat followed Song Beiyun into the carriage with a shameless face. When he was in the carriage, Song Beiyun asked: "Why are you wandering around all day? You were like this a few years ago, but you are still like this now."

The Persian cat smiled bitterly but didn't know how to answer, because she was really wandering around... Although she didn't know why, she just couldn't stay idle.

"Maybe it's because of idleness..."

"It's so good. You can live a good life without working. It's so comfortable to be a star."

Song Beiyun's words made people wonder whether it was praise or ridicule, but it sounded strange anyway.

The Persian cat pursed his lips and smiled: "Sir Song, don't make fun of me... I'm almost driven crazy by the soup cake."

"That's because you are not good at it." Song Beiyun leaned into the carriage and said, "You can do me a favor later."

"Please tell me, Lord Song."

Song Beiyun pointed to Wuyou, who was so nervous that he rubbed his hands, and said, "My girl is being pursued by others now. As for you, you have been scrambling among men all year round. It should not be difficult to tell if you are a good person, right? You can check it out then."

"Oh...good..."

"Do you think my senior brother is a good person?" Wuyou suddenly stepped forward and asked maliciously: "Tell me."
Chapter completed!