The matter of the two princesses summoning their sons-in-law at the same time was like rotten eggs in the summer heat, and before they could react, the wind and rain in the city fluttered.

Because information is not developed, usually when something happens, people can talk about it for a long, long time until the next interesting thing is connected.

It's like before the two princesses chose a son-in-law, the people in the city are still discussing about the last time the Imperial City Division, including the death of the weapon fight with the forbidden army, and no one is really investigating this matter until now.

"You say, how does this princess of Liao look like?"

"Then who has seen it, but I have seen Princess Ruibao, who is as beautiful as a fairy."

"Hey, I don't know which kid is cheaper." A passer-by who was relatively large in the grade sat in the morning shop and sighed: "That kind of posture is going to kill you." ”

And not far from them, Zuo Rou was sitting there in men's clothes, eating tofu brain soaked in oil cakes, with an impatient expression on her face.

"Why didn't you go yesterday, the Queen Mother's birthday."

Song Beiyun sat opposite her, eating pancakes in small bites, he was called out by Zuo Rou early in the morning, and he didn't know what she was going to do.

"Shhhhhh I ran out while my father was going to the camp, and if I don't go back, Qiaoyun will come to catch me. Zuo Rou snorted and said: "My father doesn't do anything anymore, he sent someone to guard outside the shop, as long as I passed, I would be arrested." ”

Song Beiyun laughed, he knew that if Dingguo Gong was serious, Zuo Rou would not have the ability to resist at all.

"Then you still ran out to me."

"Let me ask you what interesting things have happened these days, you did the matter of the Imperial City Division last time?"

Of course, Song Beiyun would not answer this stupid question, but Zuo Rou's eyes lit up, clapped her hands and said happily: "I knew it was you!" ”

"Okay, okay, hate me for not dying, right?" Song Beiyun sighed and said: "Don't discuss this kind of thing with a bastard like you, I'll be done if I leak my mouth." ”

Zuo Rou nodded again and again and said mysteriously: "Next time you have time, tell me how you killed the imperial city envoy." ”

"Say!"

"Don't say it, don't say it." Zuo Rou waved her hand again and again, then moved to Song Beiyun's side, and put her head in front of him: "You smell it." ”

Song Beiyun didn't know what she was going to do, so she leaned in and smelled it, but it didn't smell much, it was just the smell of her daughter's sebum, the kind with hormones.

"It's not smelly, what are you doing?"

"You know it doesn't smell! I've run out of essential oils, go get me some. ”

Song Beiyun rolled his eyes: "What kind of thing are you, commanding me to be so handy?" ”

"I'll care about you so much." Zuo Rou hugged Song Beiyun's arm: "If Jin Ling'er has it, I will have it too." ”

"What bullshit." Song Beiyun pushed her, but she hugged her tightly: "She still gave birth to a son for me, did you give birth?" ”

"I'll think I'll answer you later." Zuo Rou thought about it very seriously: "Although it is not tight, if you think about it carefully, it is still a little twisted, but if you really want to, give birth to one." ”

"Hey! What kind of bullshit attitude are you, go and go. Song Beiyun pushed her dog head and pushed her away: "I'll ask Qiaoyun to bring you the essential oil back later, don't rub me." ”

"Well said." Zuo Rou smiled: "The maid at home taught me, saying that she wanted to ask the man's family for something, so she just rubbed it on that person." ”

"Learn better, really, this trick isn't for you." Song Beiyun rubbed his arm: "I'm panicking." ”

"Song Beiyun! You bastard! Zuo Rou snorted: "I told you, I've measured it these days, and it's a lot bigger." ”

"Impossible." Song Beiyun shook his head resolutely: "That's all you have for the rest of your life." ”

"You touch." Zuo Rou looked around and found that no one was paying attention, and then quietly opened a little neckline: "I don't believe you touch it." ”

"The ghost wants to touch it, you get out of here."

This person is a kraft candy, the annoying kind, it hurts to see her skull, if it weren't for being too familiar with her, Song Beiyun would have ignored this guy a long time ago, she may have inherited her mother's beauty like a flower, but his father's strategy was not inherited at all, and his brain was a mess all the year round.

"Don't forget it, I told you that I'm much older anyway, and you still don't believe it." Zuo Rou said proudly: "By the way, I heard that the subordinates in the house said that Jin Ling'er is going to recruit relatives?" ”

"Hmm." Song Beiyun nodded and said, "What's wrong?" Why are you mentioning this? ”

"Hahahaha, she also has today." Zuo Rou was extremely happy: "Hmm." Not bad, it's best to be chosen by an ugly monster, with a short figure, a hideous face, a mole with black hair on his face, and a sore on his back. ”

When this girl said this, it was called a vicious, as if Jin Ling'er married this kind of person, he would get some benefits.

But it's normal to think about it carefully, after all, the relationship between these two people is very weird, both like sisters but sometimes like enemies in the previous life, didn't Jin Ling'er also say that she wanted to see Zuo Rou marry the son of the Wang family and then be beaten by her husband's family.

"Alright." Song Beiyun put his hand on her shoulder and pulled her to his side: "This must be me, do you see that I have a black hair mole on my face?" ”

"You? Oh...... That's right, too. Alas, it is my life. Zuo Rou said aggrievedly: "If I have such a day, I'm afraid no one will help me like this." ”

"You don't have a fucking conscience." Song Beiyun pulled her cheek, she was really a little angry: "Lao Tzu has done everything for you, what do you mean that no one will help you!" ”

"Oops......" Zuo Rou slapped his hand away: "Just kidding, you're really short of breath." ”

"So you're not worth helping, damn it!" Song Beiyun said angrily: "If the news of what I did for you spread, my life will be gone, do you know?" ”

"Yes, yes." Zuo Rou suddenly leaned on his shoulder, and then leaned over and kissed him on the face: "Miss Ben rewarded you." ”

"Oh my god...... It's all oil! ”

And their slimy state is not that no one sees it, but the person who sees it can't help but retch and quickly turn his gaze, the two men make it so dense, it's really spitting.

"Alright, alright, I'll go first."

"You ran twenty miles just to come over and eat an oil cake? You're fine, right? ”

"There's just something wrong with me!"

Zuo Rou ran away with a smile, leaving Song Beiyun to take out a few copper plates and throw them on the table, stood up and sighed silently, after all, he never understood Zuo Rou's brain circuit.

And Zuo Rou was actually asking herself on the way back, why did she run twenty miles before dawn in the early morning, from the south of the city to the north of the city, really just to eat a piece of oil cake? She actually couldn't figure it out herself, but ...... I'm very happy that the knots of the past few days have been swept away, and this is enough.

After Zuo Rou left, Song Beiyun came to the door of her outer house and waited for a while, and saw Xiaoyu sliding down from the roof and standing beside him.

"What did you find?"

"The king of the Southern Courtyard of the Liao Kingdom lives in Michun Yuan, and after returning yesterday, a person entered his room and came out after a while."

"Mi Chun Yuan, who gave the name, it sounds like a green building."

Xiaoyu laughed: "The Queen Mother ......"

"Then it's not surprising, her level of education is like that." Song Beiyun smiled and shook his head: "And then?" Who did you meet? ”

"I met the left waiter of the Ministry of Rites."

"Huh? See the people of the Ministry of Rites? What's wrong? ”

Song Beiyun was a little confused, if the king of the Southern Courtyard came over to be a spy, why didn't he see a military department, a ministry, and a ministry of rites? What does the Ministry of Rites have to do with him? What's wrong? He still plans to help the Great Song Dynasty to engage in a Westernization movement?

"The Ministry of Rites is the maternal uncle of the Queen Mother."

"I see." Song Beiyun nodded lightly: "In other words, the relationship between this Southern Courtyard King and the Queen Mother is definitely not ordinary?" ”

Xiao Yu is noncommittal, his duty is only to listen to the news but is not responsible for analyzing the content, he will never make any comments on this kind of thing, and his professional ethics are still rigid.

Song Beiyun laughed: "Interesting, you go and rest first, and then go and find out what these Khitans are doing here." ”

"Okay, Lord Song."

After Xiaoyu went in to rest, Song Beiyun sat outside and thought carefully about the origin of this matter, and he didn't mind thinking about it in the most salty, wet, and muddy direction at all. A second-in-command of the Liao Kingdom, a queen mother of the Great Song Dynasty, a middle-aged woman in her forties and a woman in her thirties with full charm, one dragon and one tiger and one sitting on the ground and sucking soil.

It's interesting, it's really interesting, if you can get things out here, I'm afraid it's not going to be over.

And the king of the Southern Courtyard is still a Han, which is even more interesting, and it is worth digging deeper.

When sorting out the clues, Song Beiyun had already silently written a 100,000-word erotic love in his mind, and he divided the chapters in it, starting with love, followed by helpless separation, and then reuniting with me, a very human minister, you are also the mother of the world. Looking back, the clouds cut off the way back, since there is no way back, then use the lingering to eliminate the trapped romance in the heart.

Good, good, great! The heroic and handsome Khitan King, the beautiful and graceful Empress Dowager of the Song Dynasty, this story is always interesting, right?

Song Beiyun's mind turned like this, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he turned his head to look at the idlers who had nothing to do in the market, and after a little thought, he turned around and entered the room, and took out a stack of papers from the drawer: "Come on, grind ink!" ”

Xiaoyu floated in gloomily, and Song Beiyun shook his head again and again: "Forget it...... Go and rest, I'll do it myself. ”

"That'...... If you have something, you will tell me. Xiao Yu scratched his head and expressed his confusion to the suddenly excited Lord Song.