Chapter 91 Thunderstorm (Part 1)

Crack,!" A thunder sounded in the sky, shaking the carved beams and painted buildings in Bianliang City.

Red, purple, blue, green, orange, gray, lightning flashes across the night sky like a group of snakes, shattering the dark night sky. Each lightning flashed brightly into the rainstorm as daylight. After each lightning flash, the entire city fell into deeper darkness, the ink-like blackness, so thick that it was almost impossible to breathe.

Amid the lightning and thunder, the figure of the left Prime Minister Du Zundao seemed particularly desolate. There were many lamps in the room, and each of them was beating orange flames. However, because the study was too big, the light emitted by these lamps could not effectively drive away the darkness. So when Du Zundao took a few steps, his body shuttled between the lights and shadows, looking erratic, like a living ghost.

His voice was also cold, with a faint chill, "Where has the right prime minister gone? Do he still want to come back before the young master's birthday?"

"I wrote a letter from the post station at noon today saying that it had arrived in Zhongmu, but the Suo River soared, destroying several wooden bridges. Prime Minister Liu's car could not cross the river." Luo Wensu walked forward with a low response.

"Amour." Du Zundao whispered, not knowing whether it was to scold the endless storm outside, or his old partner Liu Futong, "What is the flood situation on the Yellow River? Is there a flood in the downstream?"

"According to our river patrol cavalry inspection, the 200-mile embankment around Kaifeng Prefecture is safe and sound." Luo Wensu thought for a while and continued to respond in a low voice, "This is all due to the diversion of the new river on the north bank. When Jialu controlled the river, he adopted the strategy of first diversion and then blocking, and first dredged half of the water from the north bank, and then began to repair the old river embankment."

"Strange." Du Zundao cursed again, and continued to pace in the study anxiously.

Liu Futong was blocked by wind and rain and failed to return to Bianliang on time. Although the autumn flood on the Yellow River was coming in a raging way, he could not do anything to the hundreds of miles of dikes on the south bank. From Bianliang to Xuzhou, all the gaps were blocked. It is said that Zhu Chongjiu had spared no effort to use a lot of cement in the gap to ensure that the Yellow River flooded and could no longer flood the Guide Mansion, which was originally used by Zhao Jun. Now after a year of reclaiming, there have been silting in the river mud wilderness, large chunks of wheat fields have reappeared. In another two years, the wheat fields can be connected in pieces, and the Huaian army can harvest thousands of stones of grain.

Once the food shortcoming is made up, the Huai'an army will completely soar to the sky. No one can stop this trend unless, unless God shows his power again and uses floods to rush the farmland into a country for the second time.

"Crack." "Crack." Lightning flashed outside one after another, slashing the beams of the house. Although the guards on duty were all wearing straw raincoats, they were still watered through the rain. They were so cold that their lips turned blue and their bodies shook like sieve.

In such violent weather, even beasts would rather hide in caves and not come out to hunt, but they would not stop humans from showing their fangs between each other.

Du Zundao soon saw the embarrassment of the guards at the door, rushed out in two steps, pointed at the centurion on duty and shouted loudly, "Just just a few drops of light rain, it has poured you into this way. How can I rely on you and others to charge in the future, and drag him out for me and behead him for the public."

"Give me your life, Prime Minister!" The unlucky centurion did not expect that he could even suffer disaster from the sky even if he stood in the yard on duty. He quickly lay in the mud and kowtowed heavily.

But Du Zundao became more and more angry as he looked at it. He slapped the door frame hard, "Where are people? Where have they died? Could it be that no one in the prime minister's mansion have listened to my order?"

"Yes." Several servants rushed out in the wing rooms on both sides, set up the unlucky centurion, dragging it backwards and pulling it outwards.

The centurion was still unwilling to accept his fate and continued to shout, "Prime Minister, Prime Minister, I am loyal to you, loyal. I followed you when the Yingzhou rebelled, personally blocked the arrow for you, and personally took on you."

"Boom--" A string of thunder rolled over, swallowing his begging for mercy into the storm.

"Sad." Du Zundao cursed at the disappearance of his voice, turned his head and continued to pace the room frantically. The guards at the door were so sad that they didn't even dare to tremble. They tried hard to lift their backs and gritted their teeth and struggled to hold on.

"Otherwise," he really couldn't stand the suppressed atmosphere in the prime minister's mansion. Luo Wensu hunched his body and chased after him for a few steps, whispering, "Shijun sent some elders in the sect to go down and take what hole in Ningling."

"Stop." Du Zundao immediately stopped and glared at him, "How dare you build a river bank? If things fail, how can you and I have a place to bury you and I."

"Yes, the official knows his mistake, please calm down the prime minister." Luo Wensu was beaten to the point of cold war and quickly bowed to apologize.

"You know your mistake, you know where you are wrong, you don't know anything, you are short-sighted." Du Zundao was depressed, but suddenly found the vent, turned his eyes to him, and reprimanded words endlessly, "Do you think Tuotuo was killed by Zhu Chongjiu alone? It's a big mistake. In order to fight quickly, he exploded the Yellow River embankment. God could not tolerate him, so not only Zhu Chongjiu wanted to kill him, but millions of unjust souls on both sides of the Yellow River wanted to kill him. The Yuan Dynasty court, from top to bottom, also wanted him to die, so he died in a cowardly manner and could not close his eyes in the end. And you, even though you saw the lessons of the past, you still wanted me to imitate me. What kind of intentions do you have?"

"I am wronged, the officials are wronged, Prime Minister, Prime Minister, the officials are loyal to you, and the sun is worthy of the sun." Luo Wensu was scolded and sweated in cold sweat. He took more than ten steps in succession, kneeling down "thump", with tears flowing all over his face.

Seeing that he became so cowardly, Du Zundao immediately felt a hint of regret in his heart, he breathed a sigh of relief, softened his voice several times, and slowly added, "Get up and talk, I'll call you up, after all, you are a fourth-rank high-ranking official, what is it like to cry?"

"Secretary, the lower official is guilty. Please punish the Prime Minister." Luo Wensu kowtowed again and responded with sobs.

Du Zundao was narrow-minded and vengeful. Especially after Liu Futong left Luoyang, he often killed people with a small mistake. He had reached the point of not distinguishing his enemies. Luo Wensu didn't want to kowtow one less tonight, and even the sun tomorrow morning could not be seen.
Chapter completed!