This turmoil quickly subsided because of the appearance of King Fu, and the affairs of the Imperial City Division were still being investigated, but the movement was much smaller, but everyone also knew what the concept of leading troops into the capital without permission was, and Song Beiyun also knew it.

That night, he quietly visited King Fu, who was drinking tea and reading a book, his face was as usual, but Jin Ling'er was crying and his eyes were red.

"You still dare to come?"

"What am I afraid to come?" Song Beiyun sat opposite King Fu with a smile: "Lord Wang, I have created a perfect Qingjun side link for you, you could have directly surrounded the imperial city, and then killed the pass that should be killed." ”

King Fu turned the book in his hand into a scroll and slammed it on Song Beiyun's head: "You killed me as a commander of the forbidden army!" ”

Song Beiyun rubbed his head: "How do I know that the Imperial City Division even dares to move the people of the forbidden army, this is too ruthless, a secret service directly killed the people of the regular Long Live Army, they can still poke there in a good manner." Lord Wang, can't you clear the king's side? ”

King Fu took a sip of the teacup, and said helplessly: "It was cleared five years ago, three years ago, and two years ago, what is the result?" The disease is in the stomach, and the soup is also within the reach of ironing; In the skin, the needle stone is also within reach; In the stomach and intestines, the fire is within reach; In the bone marrow, the fate of the division belongs, helpless. ”

Song Beiyun understood, but he had nothing to say for a while, the current mess of the Great Song Dynasty is a stinky game of chess in anyone's hands, with many ways to control elbows, internal and external troubles, and the governance of the country is a mess, and it is strong to smear the blame.

"It's hard." Song Beiyun sighed and said, "What did your nephew give you?" ”

"Early tomorrow morning, we will leave Fuzhou."

Song Beiyun jumped up directly after hearing this: "How can this be!! ”

"How else?"

"It's me who is reckless." Song Beiyun sighed secretly: "If it weren't for impulse, it wouldn't be." ”

King Fu shook his head: "The one who should come always comes back, while I'm still here, it's better to come to such a scene than to come to such a scene when I am far away." ”

Song Beiyun was speechless, the current Great Song Dynasty is like this, as if it had entered the Southern Song Dynasty more than a hundred years in advance, the entire upper class was stinking, the factions were complicated, and the struggles were continuous.

If you think about it carefully, it is indeed like what King Fu said, the meaning of the Qingjun side cannot be reflected at all, the country always needs people to operate, since it wants to operate, it is necessary to decentralize power, what is power? Power is the root of corruption, absolute power leads to absolute corruption, and as long as this model continues to work, there will be no good day.

Is there a way to fix it? Of course, on the premise that the three mountains at the bottom cannot be eradicated, it is nothing more than "everyone the emperor will do it, and he will come to my house this year", at best, it is a martyrdom hundreds of years in advance. Zhao Xuan was replaced by King Fu, but the result was not much better.

But what kind of revolution to talk about in this era under the current mode of operation is simply bullshit, where does the mass base come from? Where does the superstructure come from? Where does the cultural foundation come from? Where does the economic base come from?

Looking for clever words to flip through the history books, how many times have the reform revolutions of the past dynasties been successful? No productive forces, no underlying buildings of all kinds, talk about revolution? is a bunch of nonsense, it is better to pull more than 1,000 people to poke at which mountain, enclosure and self-establishment as king.

"It's hard." King Fu patted Song Beiyun on the shoulder: "This farewell, I don't know how to meet next time, I will give you something before leaving." ”

As he spoke, King Fu asked Jin Ling'er, who was crying next to him, to fetch a box, but when he opened it, there was a book inside, and King Fu handed the book to Song Beiyun: "Take it, don't cause trouble for me again." ”

Song Beiyun took the book in his hand, flipped through a few pages, and found that it was actually a detailed tactical art of war, what tactics to use in what situation, what tactics to use in what terrain, and some information about the characteristics of the troops, personnel distribution and adaptability in Song, Jin, Liao, grassland, Tubo, Western Xia and other regions, as well as the main ways to deal with cavalry when there was a lack of cavalry. ”

"Don't you think that this king has been fighting for decades using luck, right?"

"Don't dare, don't dare."

Song Beiyun took the book, got up and took two steps back, knelt in front of King Fu with a puff, and solemnly kowtowed three times, he got up and said with a smile: "It's a pity that I came in a hurry, and I didn't bring chickens, ducks, geese and a good inkstone." ”

King Fu waved his hand nonchalantly: "You don't need to worship this king as a teacher, this king will give you this thing, just because the family is a daughter, you can't let a daughter go to the battlefield, you say?" ”

When Song Beiyun heard this, his eyes flickered, and he immediately realized what he said, and he hurriedly asked, "Jin Ling'er won't go with you?" ”

"Really a very smart little bunny." King Fu shook his head with a smile and said: "She really won't leave, the Queen Mother doesn't worry about me, so she wants to leave a proton in the capital." ”

Song Beiyun thought for a while: "I am actually sure that the Queen Mother ......"

"Shut up!" King Fu frowned: "If the murder can be solved, do you still need to do it?" Don't mention such things. If there is no queen mother, the officials of the Great Song Dynasty will be an iron bucket. ”

"That's ......" Song Beiyun was just about to answer, when suddenly he raised his hand and slapped himself: "I understand." ”

Without the queen mother's relatives, isn't the official of the Great Song Dynasty just an iron bucket, but there is no emperor, no Fu King, and no him Song Beiyun in this iron bucket, and then the civil official system will run wild like a wild horse on the endless prairie, swim in their own ideal country, and finally be stepped on by foreigners on horseback and headshot.

This is not blindness, literati are not allowed to take power, this is a matter that has gone through countless historical arguments, a healthy dynasty, theoretically, either the king is a king who has fought on the battlefield, or the minister is a minister who has climbed up step by step from the grassroots and has gone through iron and blood and tenderness.

If a group of ministers who have lived in their comfort zone since childhood meet a gentleman who has never seen wind and waves, then the final result is nothing more than the old crooked neck tree at the back of the main hall.

Is it hard to govern the country? Of course, it is difficult, just like the "right amount" and "a little" when cooking, beyond the vague words is a high degree of control of precision, and a country is by no means as simple as upward and downward effects, especially a large country, even a thousand years later, misinterpretation of policy has occurred from time to time, let alone this era of inconvenient transportation.

The Zhou family in Qimen County is not just a stone that was encountered when crossing the river by touching the stones, and it is at best just a small pebble in the shallows of the river, at most it is covered by aquatic plants and a little awkward, and the boulder in the deep water area can still poke there majestically.

"When I leave tomorrow, you don't have to send it." King Fu said magnificently: "It's just going to Fuzhou, not to some strange places, just like a place to play." Back then, I didn't care when I went to the north to drink ice and snow, let alone go to Fuzhou, which was full of soil and water. ”

"Lord Wang, you were twenty years old."

Song Beiyun's words made King Fu's momentum suddenly dissipate, and even Jin Ling'er, who was in a very bad mood, couldn't hold back his laughter.

Song Beiyun, who had been kicked, muttered while asking Jin Ling'er to take a piece of paper and start writing: "Since the prince gave me such a precious thing, I have to give it back." ”

After a while, a long list of prescriptions appeared in front of King Fu: "These are prescriptions for various diseases, and if there are some life-saving medicines, then King Fu can transfer a few doctors who can use them from Luzhou to follow him, and I will send a mail to the prince every month." ”

"Post?"

"The Xu family business naturally wants to expand the Fuzhou market."

King Fu knew that this kid was going to be unable to sit still, but the prescription he wrote was really timely, and this thing was much more expensive than many things.

"Lord, if there is a water and soil disobedience, vomiting and diarrhea, you must remember the three points. Boiling water, rice noodles and no seafood. Fuzhou is not too far away from here, the climate is not to say that you can't adapt, it's the seafood, if the prince can adapt to eat more, if you can't adapt to it, you can't eat it again, after the symptoms appear, you just need to maintain the eating habits here to be cured without medicine. ”

In fact, the reason is very simple, nothing more than that the intestinal flora can not adapt to the new food, resulting in a large number of mycotoxins to protest, as long as the dietary habits are maintained here, it can be solved naturally, and if you want the flora to adapt, you only need to gradually ingest local food, and then leave the rest to time.

This problem is actually relatively high in ancient times, because the logistics circulation is blocked, and few people will have this kind of problem in the future, and the progress of society will not only be more and more sick, but also less than many diseases, which is inevitable.

After explaining on both sides, King Fu didn't say anything more, but he didn't let Song Beiyun and Jin Ling'er be alone, after all, he was leaving tomorrow, and today's daughter's time should belong to the family and not Beiyun.

"Then I'll take my leave, right...... Rajah. Song Beiyun suddenly said before leaving: "The princess must not go, you let her stay here, one is to be a companion for Jin Ling'er, and the other is that she really can't stand the bumps of the car and boat." And her medicine can only be made by me, and others can't make the formula. ”

"Is there anything else like this?" King Fu's face was dark: "I know, you go back first." ”

When he walked into the courtyard, he suddenly turned back and poked his head in the door: "Where's Qiaoqiao?" ”

"The yard next door." Jin Ling'er pointed: "You can go over by yourself." ”

And King Fu glanced at Song Beiyun: "You take better care of Jin Ling'er!" If she is wronged at all, I will eat you alive! ”

"Remember to dip it in soy sauce."

After Song Beiyun finished speaking, he ran away, and King Fu, who was amused by him, looked at the back of the little rabbit cub and shook his head helplessly, turned his head to his daughter and said, "Now like this, I'm afraid I really have to let your mother concubine also be in Jinling City." ”

"Father's ......"

"It's okay, your mother is here to keep an eye on you, so you don't have to wait for me to come back and see that yellow-mouthed child for the first time."

"Oh......" Jin Ling'er immediately turned around: "Father, what are you talking about." ”