On the afternoon of 18 May, Wang Yue and Ma Kuo officially set off.

Because of this righteous act, they were both promoted as rewards, Ma Kuang was promoted to the same gate Xuanzan Sheren as Liu Kuang, Wang Yue was promoted from Jiupin to Zhengjiupin, and Chengxinlang became Cheng Zhonglang......

Upgraded three levels in a row.

His Chengxinlang is the penultimate level of the little envoy, Ma Kuo's Chengjielang is the second-to-last, and the current Cheng Zhonglang is the fourth-to-last, or the fifth, to be precise, it is still a miscellaneous fish, at most it is a slightly larger miscellaneous fish, as long as it is still a small envoy, it is all miscellaneous fish. The ambassadors above the small envoys barely escaped from the ranks of the miscellaneous fish, but they were still very low, and if they really reached a little status, they would at least have to be the deputy envoys of the divisions, such as Liu Ji's Wu Yilang, and Yang Zhi's Wu Gong Lang.

Of course, this little status is relative to Wang Yue, in fact, in the eyes of the bigwigs, as long as they are still Lang, they are all miscellaneous fish.

The doctor completely got rid of the trash fish.

Even if it is an upgraded miscellaneous fish, it is actually not an actual teaching, but a loan.

That is, Tong Guan used the blank space he carried to tell them to be crowned officials first, and whether they were officially appointed by the court when they turned back depends on the results of their work.

Generally fine.

They succeeded, and certainly deserve to be rewarded.

They failed......

The court was reluctant to engrave them on the tombstones.

Baigou Station.

"The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return once he is gone!"

At dawn on the Jiehe Bridge, Wang Yue turned his head to look at the dark earth behind him, and waved goodbye like a convulsion......

"Let's go!"

Ma Kuo said speechlessly.

There was no one behind them, even if Liu Jian only sent them to Baigou Station, and then returned to Xiongzhou yesterday evening, and they stayed in Baigou Station for one night, and then officially crossed the boundary river, and then the other side of the bridge was the land of Liao, and Song Liao was bounded by the Juma River, which was not wide.

It is true that the two sides have been at peace for 120 years.

During this period, except for the Liao State taking advantage of the war between the Song Dynasty and the Western Xia, the posture of the mediator blackmailed twice, the actual war between the two sides has never been, and even the Great Song Dynasty also relieved when the Liao State was famine, of course, there were bandits on the Jiehe River who robbed the transport ships of the Great Song Dynasty, which did not affect the peace of the two sides. Even if the robberies are more frequent, it can only be said that the security on the Liao side is not good, after all, even on the Song Dynasty's own side, there are also deserters who rob the official ships that transport grain.

"I just think I should read this poem in this situation."

Wang Yue said.

After saying that, he looked to the side.

Fifteen heavily recruited soldiers were walking by with obvious trepidation.

This is the spirit of the subordinates assigned to them by Wang Yu, who were originally inspired by heavy rewards, and it is precisely because of his poem that this poem has disappeared.

In addition to these, of course, there is Wu Song, but Wu Song is still a wandering monk, so there is no need to worry about being killed by Yeluchun, in the final analysis, Liao also believes in Buddhism, and Wu Song, a certified master, let alone Liao, will be fine if he goes to the Jurchens. At least officially, there will be no incident, this is the advantage of the masters, no matter where they go, they can save their lives, as for meeting someone like Sun Erniang who opens a black shop, that's another matter, but if this is the case, it won't be a martial master.

Wang Yue turned his head in satisfaction and urged the horse forward with Ma Kuo.

Only ten seconds later, they set foot on the land of Liao, the north bank actually has a Baigou post belonging to Liao, but there is no one, it is estimated that they know that they are going to war, so they run, and only after walking out of more than ten miles do they see scattered farmland, as the rising sun in the east gradually rises, the land in front of them is also clear in their field of vision. The Liao side is far less than the Great Song Dynasty, sparsely populated, most of them are barren grass, and the occasional scattered villages are also some dilapidated grass huts, but some are grazing, so they don't see a rammed earth city until the sun rises completely.

Newcastle.

Before they arrived at the city gate, several officials inside greeted them, and after asking their identities, they took them directly to the post house in the city to wait in the curious onlookers on the side of the road......

"Didn't anyone greet us?"

Wang Yue said curiously.

The officials took them here and left, while the officials of the local post only delivered food and did not communicate with them.

"Wait for the escort officer, ordinary magistrates have no right to greet us."

Ma Kuo said as he drank his tea.

Sencha is still drunk here, and it is still added, Wang Yue can't drink this kind of high-grade tea.

"The Han is all Hu Er, but he scolds the Han people to the city!"

Wang Yue looked at the noisy crowd in front of the door and sighed.

Youyan has been separated from the Central Plains for nearly two hundred years, and although there is only one boundary river separating them, the languages on both sides are completely different, the south is more influenced by the official dialect of the Song Dynasty, while the north is more influenced by the Khitan dialect, although the roots are still one language, but it is more like two different dialects. Moreover, the eyes of these people pointing outside the door are not like looking at their compatriots, but more like looking at the enemy, full of vigilance, and there is no trace of the shoulder-to-shoulder neck tie and pot pulp that the princes of the Great Song Dynasty expected.

"Where's your unveiling list?"

Wang Yue said.

Ma Kuo immediately took out Tong Guan's share of the list for him.

Wang Yue took it and walked directly to the door.

"Where did this envoy come from?"

An old man in the crowd asked.

"The territory of the Han people!"

Wang Yue replied.

"Where do you want to go?"

Another asked.

"Xijin City.

This official was ordered by the Great Song Dynasty Taishi, the Privy Council, Shaanxi Hedong and Hebei Xuanfu to envoy Chu Guogong Tong Guan Tong Taishi to Xijin, and told Ye Luchun to return to the Great Song Dynasty as soon as possible.

Here is a copy of the list of Tong Taishi. ”

Wang Yue said.

After saying that, he opened the unveiling list.

"Youyan's side is originally my realm......"

In the stunned eyes of those onlookers, he began to read out this list, but the effect was not great, those ordinary people did not react, a full hundred and eighty years is enough to erase these people's sense of identity with the Central Plains Dynasty, and at this time the Jurchens are still far away, and they have no urgent pressure. The southern official system of the Liao State was no worse than the Great Song Dynasty in this worse era, at least for the common people, they identified with the Great Liao more than the Great Song Dynasty.

One hundred and eighty years.

We have a bunch of good minions in the 180th year of the Qing Dynasty!

"This is the country of etiquette in the Southern Dynasties? It's just a despicable villain who takes advantage of people's danger! ”

A strong man in the crowd said disdainfully.

Several people around him immediately followed suit, angrily accusing the Great Song Dynasty of ignoring the brotherhood alliance and taking advantage of the danger of others.

Ma Kuo had already walked to Wang Yue's side, and he was about to speak when Wang Yue stopped him.

Wang Yue looked at the man with a smile on his face......

"My Da Song not only has etiquette, but also a pair of iron fists?"

He said.

The man was stunned for a moment.

A burst of joyful laughter followed.

"Song people iron fist? Isn't it faint and still in a dream? When Zhao Guangyi fled in a hurry in a donkey cart, he didn't know where the iron fist was? ”

He said.

The few beside him were also laughing.

Obviously, the sorghum river car god has become the iconic image of the Great Song Dynasty.

Wang Yue watched their performance quietly, continuing to maintain a smile on his face, and then slowly raised his right fist......

"This is!"

He said.

The next moment, he suddenly roared, and then slammed his fist on the half-hidden door next to him, and the strength was no worse than that of the Seven Buddhas, instantly breaking through the wooden plank of the door, and piercing out with a splash of broken wood, which even hit the person. At the same time, the inwardly opened door also hit the door frame fiercely, and even the entire gatehouse shook violently in the impact, and the dust and even the earth were shaken off.

There was an exclamation in front of the door.

Wang Yue drew his fist in the petrified gaze on the other side, but the next moment his left fist blasted out and hit the door again, and the door, which was already half broken, was directly broken with the fall of this fist......

"That's too."

He said, holding up his left fist.

(Thanks to the book friends of the undead evil dragon, Han Wangmai Dong, Jin An Mingyue, the prancing horse and the sword to step on Dongying, the flying dragon Xi Ti Ruoli and others for their rewards)