The palace has been very lively recently.

Of course, it was not because Yue Lei was punished, which led to the ridicule of the eldest princess and her mother's concubine, but because Zhao Gou was about to set off to head north, and everyone wanted to accompany the harem.

Yue Lei’s affairs are just jokes that make people hear.

The one who really cares about it is afraid that it will be the mother and daughter in the Yue family or the harem at most.

However, Yue Fei was a senior general of the court and had always been credited by the emperor. Now he has the right time to hold the army of the Western Expedition. His eldest son is also a young hero, and his future is promising. In this case, Yue Lei, as the second son, has made a little fool of himself, even if he really raised a playboy, it would only benefit the Yue family but not harm him.

As for mocking the eldest princess and daughter, she was so idle that she wanted to die. I wonder if this Majesty is a protector of the short-lived person now?

If you are sarcastic and put your own people in for a while, smart people will not do it.

However, many people rushed up to comfort the eldest princess and daughter, hoping to have a shadow in front of Zhao Gou.

But what should be disappointed is still disappointment.

No matter how beautiful this person is, if he has a lot of ideas and is often scheming with Zhao Gou, even if he is a real immortal descending to earth, Zhao Gou will be disgusted as he goes on for a long time.

After all, when a person is beautiful to a certain extent, it is really hard to tell the difference.

At that time, what these Yingying and Yanyan wanted to compete for was the "soul".

Of course, there are highs and lows, there are favors and rebukes.

There is no cold palace in the Song Imperial City, but if you are not favored by the emperor, no matter how gorgeous the palace is, would it become a cold palace?

In May, the weather in the Central Plains was already hot. Zhao Gou's car finally left Beijing.

With 20,000 guards, the concubines, palace servants, court officials, family servants and servants who accompanied him were not 10,000 or 5,000. The carriages were like long dragons and headed north.

Because of the intention in advance, the Ministry of Rites was not allowed to be allowed to mobilize many troops to make arrangements. Zhao Gou wanted to take the opportunity to carefully observe the road to the north.

The Office of the Internal Affairs is also responsible for the procurement of all materials along the way.

Local governments are not allowed to pay tribute to local specialties.

Even the people along the way did not let any disturbances.

This is the summer harvest and cannot be affected.

Even Zhao Gou asked Zeng Ze to secretly prepare a two-wheeled carriage with an ordinary appearance.

Of course, there are many four-wheeled carriages in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, but four-wheeled carriages are only suitable for driving in the city or on flat official roads. If you want to go to the countryside, it is more convenient for two-wheeled carriages.

That day, Zhao Gou took his two children to change cars and quietly left the army.

"Sitting this?" Zhao Yuan was uncomfortable for the first time.

He had never made such a simple carriage when he grew up so old.

Zhao Guan was very happy, "This is good!"

How interesting is it to jump around? What's more, sitting on it can also take a look at the scenery on the roadside. The father asked someone to lift the curtains of the car.

He didn't care about Zhao Yuan, and he jumped into the carriage first and occupied a car window.

Yue Feng was wearing a soapy suit and stretched out his hand to raise his whip. He didn't look like a coachman when he sat on the shaft. But his skill in driving the car was absolutely fine.

Zhao Gou waved to Zhao Yuan, "Hurry up. If you don't come up, I won't take you."

Zhao Yuan's little face suddenly turned serious and he rushed up. He sat next to Zhao Guan, clapping the other car window.

There were also imperial physicians and Zeng Ze in the carriage behind.

Zeng Ze felt a hundred uneasy, because Zhao Gou only brought thirty or twenty followers this time. If something really happened, even if these people were all warriors in the army, what could they help?

However, Zhao Gou's wishes were not something he could change.

If the carriage gets off the national highway, it should be the official road of the local prefectures and counties. In Zhao Song’s transportation network today, the national highway is the highest standard road, spacious and flat, and often extends straight lines. The official road is wide, narrow, thick and thin. After the carriage gets off the official road and turns on a fork, the situation will be even worse.

Zhao Guan didn't think the carriage was bumpy and interesting, his butt was about to be bumped.

The roads were immediately different. The previous lane could at least accommodate two carriages in parallel, and the road surface was very flat. Now this road can only barely pass one car, and the road surface is incomparable to the past.

But in a sense, this kind of "small road" is a true portrayal of the current traffic environment of Zhao and Song dynasties.

Although the national highway is well built, the imperial court invests a lot in transportation every year, compared with the huge Chinese saying, it is too much of a drop in the bucket.

More paths have almost never been renovated. When pedestrians encounter big pits, whoever can't get through the carriages will fill them. Or if a good person or a capable person can be found in a village of 10 miles, paying for renovation of the road is definitely a blessing to the village.

Of course, when meeting a more responsible local official, he will also take care of this matter. Paving the road and building bridges is also one of his political achievements.

But there is no standard at all. You can only leave it to fate, see how capable the officials sent by the court can be along the light, and see if anyone in the surrounding area has made a fortune.

Yue Fan no longer whipped his whip and just walked slowly in the carriage.

After walking along this bumpy path for about half an hour, the golden wheat fields were endless.

The Zhao Gou frame only arrives at the Yellow River North, and the national highway is full of plains.

The yellow wheat is one piece after another, and the farmers in the field are wearing coarse cloth sweatshirts with double-breasts. In recent years, as the sweatshirts are popular in the army, they have also spread rapidly among the people. Only saving fabrics have been saved, and the original short cloth shirts have been quickly eliminated.

The men all opened their chests, waved their sickles and harvested wheat tightly. There were also the peasant woman with thick hands and feet tied up bundles of wheat.

The young child carries a bucket to deliver water to adults.

On the small roads around the fields, there are people carrying loads and people pushing wheelbarrows. The wheat is tied up, carried back with a load or pushed back with a trolley. While the weather is good, you must hurry up the wheat harvest.

"This is busy farming!"

Zhao Gou stroked the back of the heads of the two cheap kids with big hands.

The farmer faces the loess and the sky, and it is really hard to live. Even though he has reduced the burden on the farmers, it is still hard.

Without Zhao Gou calling for a stop, Yue Fanxuan stopped the car.

And the people in the fields and the farmers resting in the fields had long been thinking about them.

These people were in a big position, with twenty riders in front and back holding a carriage, and one carriage followed behind them. All twenty were wearing soap clothes, all of them were strong, with sword bows on their shoulders, and a tall horse.

It's like the police car driving the road in later generations, no one will think it's an ordinary person after seeing it.

Thinking of the legendary emperor outside, just as he was about to beat them, the people naturally regarded Zhao Gou as the master who went north, and the well-dressed accompanying guards in front and behind were treated as servants.

There was a little chill under the shade of the tree. Some farmers were squatting under the tree to rest and drink water. When they saw the carriage stop, they all stood up. When Zhao Gou got out of the carriage with two children, the farmers nearest bent their waists, but no one dared to come forward to talk to each other.

The north of the Yellow River is not a poor place, with plain and fertile soil, and it has been in good weather in the past two years. Just look at the faces of these farmers, you will know the life they live.

His complexion was rosy and had no dishes.
Chapter completed!