At the beginning of autumn, the continuous autumn rain wetted the green willows on both sides of the official road, and on the wide official road, it was muddy, and pedestrians wearing rain hats came and went in a hurry, avoiding the rain. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info\\qВ5.c0m

Zhao Lei and Yang Wenguang and a group of 100 people, braving the drizzle, galloped on horseback, and ran on the wide and muddy official road.

"Quick! In front is the Xijing Post Station, and then drive a little way, you will arrive at the ferry, cross Weishui, and only 300 miles away from Gyeongju. Yang Wenguang rode on the back of a red horse in the snow and said loudly to the people behind him.

With a cheer, Yang Jinhua, Xiao Ruoruo, Zhu Dali and others were excited to move forward, only Zhao Lei followed closely with a bitter face.

Zhao Lei these days, can be regarded as a leader in the hard work of the cavalry, sitting on the horse all day long, with his strong body, he has a feeling that he can't hold on, and the most important thing is that he has not mastered the trick of riding a horse now, so he has suffered a lot, and the injury on the ** has not improved these days.

"Lord Zhao! How does it feel? Would you like to take a break? The guards of the forbidden army, who followed Zhao Lei, asked with concern.

"No, you don't! I'm still holding on, there is a post station in front, hold on and you'll be there, hurry up, I'll be pulled down immediately. Zhao Lei endured the pain from **, and said with a smile to the guards of the forbidden army.

Zhao Lei endured the pain and hurried away, and soon rushed to the post station outside Xijing City.

In the post station, after a short period of repair, the incumbent team went out again and headed for Weishui Ferry.

"Sister Ruoruo, have you ever seen the Yellow River! I heard my brother say that the Yellow River is very wide. The water is turbulent, and it is the most dangerous river in the world! Yang Jinhua rode her beloved fiery red war horse and asked Xiao Ruoruo, the only female companion beside her.

"Of course I did, I grew up in Hebei, and of course I had seen the Yellow River, but it was only the lower reaches of the Yellow River. The water has begun to stabilize, and it is far from the upstream! Xiao Ruoruo replied with a smile.

"Weishui and the Yellow River meet in Tongguan, do you think Weishui will be as steep and turbulent as the Yellow River! It seems to look at the famous rivers such as the Yellow River, the Great River (the name of the Yangtze River in the Northern Song Dynasty) and Weishui! Yang Jinhua asked curiously.

"No, it won't! You live in Bianjing, haven't you seen the Yellow River? Xiao Ruoruo looked at Yang Jinhua incredulously and asked.

"Yes! My brother didn't let me go out of Bianjing, if it wasn't for the consent of Zhao Lei's brother this time, I guess I wouldn't even be able to see Weishui! Yang Jinhua pouted her sexy red lips and said cutely.

"That's it! We're about to go to Weishui, aren't you about to see Weishui! Yang Wenguang, who was at the forefront of the hundred horses, turned his head and said helplessly to his sister Yang Jinhua behind him.

Weishui Ferry is only a dozen miles away from Xijing Station, and the horses are hurrying up. Half an hour has arrived.

"Wow! This is Weishui Ferry! What a wide river! Standing next to the Weishui Ferry, Yang Jinhua looked at the wide Weishui in front of her and sighed.

Zhao Lei, who got off the horse, touched his severely abused **, looked at the clear Weishui in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Brother Zhao Lei! Have you ever seen the Yellow River! How does it compare with Weishui? Yang Jinhua walked to Zhao Lei's side. Asked curiously.

Of course, Zhao Lei has seen the Yellow River, and the place where he enlisted in the army is next to the Yellow River, which is called Daming County, that is, the Daimyo's mansion in the Northern Song Dynasty. When he was a soldier, he not only saw the Yellow River often, but from those times, he was very interested in the Yellow River. And from the mouths of the locals, I learned the exact news of the flooding of the Yellow River several times, and I wrote a lot of experience and put it on the Internet.

"Of course I've seen the Yellow River, and I've lived by the Yellow River for a long time!" Zhao Lei said with a smile to Yang Jinhua.

The Yellow River was flooding, thinking of this, Zhao Lei suddenly remembered that a person familiar with history in Daiming County once said that in September 1o33 AD, the Yellow River once broke in the Daiming Mansion, causing hundreds of thousands of casualties. Millions of people have been displaced, and it can be said that the corpses are strewn everywhere and the horror is unbearable.

Thinking of this, Zhao Lei suddenly thought that this year is not 1o33 AD! At that time, September was the algorithm of the Gregorian calendar, and if it was converted to the calendar of the Northern Song Dynasty, it should be August!

In August, the Yellow River will break in the Daimyo's Mansion, and it will cause millions of people to be displaced, thinking of this, Zhao Lei was shocked, and hurriedly calculated the current time, it is the end of July, if you act quickly, there is definitely a chance to repair the embankment that bursts, even if the embankment is not repaired well, at least you can move away some of the people and reduce the losses of the Great Song Dynasty.

Thinking of this, Zhao Lei could no longer wait for the ferry here, greeted Yang Wenguang and them, turned over on his horse, quickly whipped his horse and prepared to return to the post station, and presented it to the official Zhao Zhen, telling the official family about the upcoming breach of the Yellow River in the Daimyo Mansion.

"What's wrong? Three stones! Seeing Zhao Lei suddenly get on the horse and run back, Yang Wenguang and others rode their horses to follow, and after catching up, Yang Wenguang asked Zhao Lei suspiciously.

"I have important business, I want to return to the post station, I won't leave today, tomorrow we will cross the river to Gyeongju." Zhao Lei didn't have time to explain carefully, so he hurriedly said something and hurried towards the post station.

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Xijing Post Station Yicheng, who was sheltering from the slanting wind and drizzle in the house, suddenly heard the post guard coming to report, Zhao Lei and others went and returned, and hurriedly came out in the rain to meet Zhao Lei.

"Lord Zhao! Why go and come back? Yi Cheng came to the gate of the post station and asked Zhao Lei respectfully.

"The official suddenly remembered an urgent matter and wanted to send it to the official's house, so he returned to the post station to write a note! Arrange a room for us and don't leave tonight. Zhao Lei handed the reins of the war horse to the post guard next to him, and then said indifferently to the post man.

"Urgent! Fold! The sound of horses' hooves came, Yang Wenguang and others rushed up, heard Zhao Lei's words, and asked suspiciously.

"Let's get ready for the meal! We'll leave early tomorrow morning and rest here tonight. Zhao Lei said indifferently to Yi Cheng.

"Yes!" Yi Cheng is just a nine-grade petty official, when he meets Zhao Lei, where can he be disrespectful! So I heard Zhao Lei's words. After answering respectfully, I went in to bust Zhao Lei's accommodation issues.

"Brother Zhongyi, Miss Jinhua and Ruoruo, follow me into the study, and I will explain it to you carefully!" After Zhao Lei waved away from the post, he said to Yang Wenguang and the others.

Yang Wenguang and the others handed over the reins in their hands to the post guard next to them, and then followed Zhao Lei into the post station.

The Northern Song Dynasty post station and the correspondence mail were completely separated. It only performs the duties of a guest house, but the guest house is also a hierarchical hostel at the national level, which is responsible for hosting envoys from the countries of the four neighboring countries.

In Bianjing City, there are four national-level guest houses, including the "Banjing Pavilion" and "Duting Station" that specialize in receiving the northern Liao country, as well as the "Laiyuan Station" that receives the Northwest Xixia and other countries, and the last one is the "Huaiyuan Station" that receives envoys from farther places, these high-end hotels, the equipment is luxurious. Sometimes state banquets are held here to entertain envoys and ministers of the court.

And like the post station here in Xijing, it belongs to the second-class post station, which is not only extraordinary, but also has all the internal facilities. The luxury is surprising.

The construction of the Xijing Post Station cost 200,000 yuan, and the number of servants used alone reached 40,000, which cannot but be said to be the material civilization of the Northern Song Dynasty.

in the room. Zhao Lei sat at the desk, grinding ink and thinking hard about how to find a reason to report to the official Zhao Zhen that the Yellow River was flooded in the Daimyo's mansion, and Yang Wenguang, Yang Jinhua and Xiao Ruoruo. stood beside him with a puzzled expression.

"Brother Zhao Lei! What is it important for you to return to the station in such a hurry? Yang Jinhua looked at Zhao Lei and asked puzzled.

"In one month, the Yellow River will be flooded, and the embankment of the Daimyofu will burst, causing the displacement of millions of people, so I have to report to the official's family and prepare early." Zhao Lei frowned and said to Yang Jinhua.

picked up the brush and Zhao Lei, but he didn't know how to write a notebook to make the official Zhao Zhen believe his words, could he tell the official that he had traveled from the future. So knowing about the Daimyo's Mansion breaking the Yellow River next month, it's really hard to find an excuse to do things now!

"How do you know that the Yellow River of the Daimyo's Mansion will break next month! Do you know how to look? Xiao Ruoruo looked at Zhao Lei questioningly and asked.

Appearance! When Zhao Lei heard Xiao Ruoruo's words, he suddenly realized, isn't looking the best excuse! Watching the sky at night, the Yellow River will break the mouth of the current Daimyo's mansion, this kind of excuse will be turned into a pig's head after a thousand years, but it is the most perfect excuse in the Northern Song Dynasty.

"Ruoruo! You're so talented. Zhao Lei was excited, ignoring Yang Wenguang's brothers and sisters in front of him, picked up Xiao Ruoruo beside him and kissed him hard.

Zhao Lei's excited action made Xiao Ruoruo shy, full of happiness, while Yang Wenguang turned his face away with a smile, and Yang Jinhua looked at Zhao Lei and Xiao Ruoruo curiously and enviously, her eyes were full of longing.

"Ruoruo! Grind the ink! Zhao Lei was excited, and immediately sat down at the desk and began to write the recital.

"Minister Zhao Lei watched the sky at night, there will be great changes in the Daimyo's mansion, the Yellow River is about to burst, and millions of people are facing the threat of floods......" Zhao Lei kept writing on the fold, and wrote all the news he got on the fold.

"Watch the sky at night! Brother Sanshi, when did you observe the celestial phenomena, why don't we know! The Yellow River of the Daimyo Mansion is about to burst, is it true! Brother Sanshi's performance is very inappropriate! If the Yellow River in the Daimyo Mansion does not break, it will be a crime of deception, and the consequences will be very serious! Yang Wenguang looked at the recital written by Zhao Lei and asked in surprise.

"Brother Zhongrong! Don't you think it's raining too much lately? If it continues to rain like this, it will be a matter of time before the Yellow River bursts, and I will watch the sky at night, and there will be a period of heavy rain in the future, so that the Yellow River will definitely burst. Zhao Lei began to use the second lie to maintain the truth of the first lie.

"Really?" Yang Jinhua tilted her head to look at Zhao Lei and asked suspiciously.

"Is it true that I will know in a month that this performance is related to the net worth and lives of millions of people in the Daimyo's Mansion, and I will definitely play it to the official family." Zhao Lei replied firmly.

"Since Brother Sanshi is so sure, write my name as well! When the time comes, you can also share some credit! Yang Wenguang said to Zhao Lei with a smile.

Hearing Yang Wenguang's words, Zhao Lei was extremely moved in his heart, he knew that there were serious consequences hidden in this compromise, and Yang Wenguang also knew that once the Yellow River of the Daimyo's Mansion did not break, Zhao Lei would be unlucky, and Yang Wenguang would also be implicated.

Knowing this consequence, he still proposed to play at the same time, Yang Wenguang is really a good brother! Zhao Lei glanced at Yang Wenguang deeply, and resolutely wrote Yang Wenguang's name on the fold, he believed that history would not deceive him, and the Yellow River would definitely be short.

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