The Dazhai of Xiaocang Mountain has been decorated with lights and joy in the past few days. Bayi Middle School     W★w   W★.

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くC          The soldiers of the M village were all wearing red clothes, and even the guns, knives and handles were decorated with festive colors such as red and green. How could this make people unhappy if the boss wanted to marry the little princess of the Wuwei tribe? Getting married to the Wuwei tribe is equivalent to wearing a bodysuit and amulets. In this blue grassland in the northern grassland, you can stand up straight from now on.

Yang Hao looked at all this coldly, but thought to himself that people are forgetful. Half a month ago, because the B-Secretarius raided the tax card of the counterfeit house and killed four brothers. Everyone gathered in front of the Juyi Hall and said that they would lead them to kill all the Khitans. There was no other day, and the Chinese and the barbarians were incompatible. However, just half a month later, the entire village was discussing the various benefits of the marriage between the two families. The hostility in front of the Juyi Hall was lost, and the peace of mind filled the entire village.

The little princess of Wuwei tribe was named Xinxin Guerlu. Yang Hao thought it was too long and it was inconvenient to call her, so he named her a Chinese name Yang Xin. She was the third daughter of Xiao Demu. She was fifteen years old and had an extremely petite figure, black face, thin body, sensitive, introverted, slightly soft and cowardly, and was not favored by her father.

Half a month ago, Wukui Daxiang sent He Dong to Xiaocang Mountain with 500 sharp soldiers, carrying four heads cast in gold and eight captured soldiers, and beat them to Xiaocang Mountain. The village was in tension, and the leaders suspected that they had deceitful advice Yang Hao would not open the door and put it in.

Yang Hao observed in the dark for a while and concluded that He Dong was absolutely ill-hearted, so he opposed the opinions and set up a guard of etiquette and welcomed the gate of the village. He Dong came to apologize on his father's order. In addition to bringing back four gold-cast heads, he also brought five hundred sheep, one hundred cows and several red offerings with him. What's more sincere is that none of the soldiers accompanying him carried a knife and arrow, and each of them had a black gauze wrapped around his left arm.

He Dong even solemnly paid homage to the dead souls in accordance with the etiquette of the Han people. The sudden show of goodwill by Wu Wei tribe made most of the people in the village look a little stunned. Yang Hao was not surprised. This was the fruit he earned from his hard work in planting trees, and it was also a kind of reward for his endless pressure of grievance.

On the third day of Wukui Daxiang's assassination, the clan village Luzhu took a businessman who broke into the forbidden area of ​​the clan village. The man claimed that his surname was 6 and he was a merchant in Linzhou. He went to and from various troops in Mobei to sell fur. The clan found a pack of poison on him, suspected that he was ill-behaved, so he reported it to Zhang Shisan, the chief of the criminal prison. Zhang Shisan interrogated for a day and night, but found nothing. The person who came insisted that he was a merchant and that the poison was purchased by a Xi person.

Zhang Shisan believed him and suggested that Yang Hao let him go. However, Yang Hao became more scheming. Zhang Shisan sat in the fifth seat of the parody, and he usually regarded himself very well, and had the reputation of enforcing the law like a mountain and deciding cases like a god. An ordinary businessman was sentenced to him for a day and a night, but he had nothing to do, which in itself shows that this so-called businessman is absolutely extraordinary.

Sure enough, not long after, the Condor Heroes's Captain Murong Topin found out that Wukui Daxiang was assassinated in his tent, and the assassin was fleeing towards Xiaocang Mountain. Although Yang Hao didn't know what happened at the foot of the mountain, he knew from his intuition that this matter was related to him. The assassin was like a piece of red iron stuck to his hands and could no longer be thrown away.

During those days, Yang Hao couldn't sleep at night and stared at the movements at the foot of the mountain. The Condor Heroes's Captain Murong Topine got a privilege. He could see Yang Hao directly whenever and wherever he was. Murong Topine was less than six feet tall, as dark as a piece of dried bacon. His eyes were white and less black, but his nostrils were surprisingly large, and his black hair was extremely large. He was introverted, his face was cold, and he was covered in a gray wolf fur cloak whether spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Although he is thin, his appetite is amazing. He eats two fat, tender and delicious lamb legs in one meal, and he must drink a large bowl of milk wine after the meal. Although Murong Tropin is not favored by other leaders, he is favored by previous village leaders. He walks vigorously, walks on mountain roads like walking on flat ground, and passes through doors like entering a no-man. He is a natural expert in spying on news.

According to the news from the Condor Captain, Yang Hao finally clarified his eyes. He took the opportunity to withstand all kinds of criticism and returned the assassin to Wukui Daxiang. The crisis of Wuwei's army was instantly lifted, and the history of Xiaocang Mountain also opened a new page.

Before returning to the mountain, Hedong formally invited Yang Hao to attend Wukui Daxiang's 56-year-old birthday. Yang Hao agreed without thinking. After Hedong left, someone complained that Yang Hao should not be in danger. Yang Hao smiled faintly and said, "No one can hide from what should come." He also said, "It may not be dangerous if you go, and if you don't go, you will be in a disaster."

Yang Hao met Yang Xin at Wukui Daxiang's birthday party. Although there were hundreds of guests and the strength was above Yang Hao, Wukui Daxiang seemed to care about this unknown leader of Cao's village. During the meal, he took the initiative to toast him three times in a row. This made those wise men who were good at observing secretly curious, puzzled, and confused. They secretly inquired about Yang Hao's origin. After they found out his true identity of Cao's village, even greater doubts entrenched in everyone's heart.

Moreover, this doubt became even more confusing with the appearance of the radiant adopted daughter Ming Zhutong of Wukui Daxiang. Ming Zhutong is one of the open beauties of Wuwei tribe. Nian Fang was sixteen years old like a bright red rose, in buds and youth, which made countless young people crazy and intoxicated.

Ming Zhutong's singing and dancing pushed the atmosphere of the birthday party to the highest level. In the unrestrained toast song, she presented the milk wine in the exquisite copper pot to Yang Hao who was very in front of the seat. This was the wine dedicated to the most noble of all the guests. Yang Hao seemed to be in a dream, bowing his waist to ninety degrees to pick her up, but Ming Zhutong smiled and rejected Yang Hao's humility.

She knelt gracefully in front of Yang Hao's table, and Qianqianyu held a copper pot in her hand and gave the milk wine with her body temperature. The wine was dedicated to the guests, but the pot was her own. A girl gave her most secret thing to a strange man in public. Even if Yang Hao didn't understand the meaning, she could guess the rough idea. The audience suddenly became silent, hundreds of eyes were different, and complex eyes staring at Yang Hao, watching his movements.

Or not, Yang Hao hesitated for a moment, then walked around the table, knelt in front of Ming Zhutong, and stretched out the wine bowl in his hand. This was a low angle that could not be lower. Yang Hao looked at Ming Zhutong with a smile, neither humble nor arrogant, nor close to each other. A hint of undetectable smile appeared in Ming Zhutong's eyes, and then she presented the milk wine in the wine pot to Yang Hao.

There was a sigh of "um" in the tent, some regrets, some thanks for being gloating. Yang Hao drank the milk wine in one go, and suddenly he found that he had several young friends. They patted Yang Hao's shoulder enthusiastically, and praised in stiff Chinese words, "You are a good person."

Countless people began to toast Yang Hao, and Yang Hao also came without hesitation, toasting them enthusiastically, and then drank it all. At this time, a girl who delivered the wine attracted his idea. When the girl poured the wine, she whispered: "Be careful, be drunk and rude." Yang Hao glanced at her quickly, and remembered that inconspicuous face from then on.

After the banquet, Yang Hao was already drunk. Shortly after returning to the tent, Hedong came to express condolences on behalf of his father and sent sour grass soup for sobering. During his conversation, Hedong accidentally mentioned Ming Zhutong's name again, and then asked Yang Hao with concern whether he would marry his wife. Yang Hao grabbed his hand and asked, "I have a crush on a girl from your army. She is willing to marry her with a thousand cattle and sheep, a thousand pieces of silk, and a thousand taels of gold. I wonder if Your Highness is willing to help me talk to you?"

He Dong said unhappily: "My father will hold a family dinner tomorrow morning to celebrate his birthday, and only invites his old friends. The village leader can ask his father for marriage at the family dinner. No matter who it is, as long as his father speaks, it can be done." Yang Hao vaguely expected that this would happen. He had this feeling since Ming Zhutong toasted him at the birthday party. Wu Kui Daxiang was secretly matching up his marriage with Ming Zhutong, and He Dong came today for this.

But Yang Hao soon noticed that every time he mentioned the three words "Ming Zhutong", a hint of unhappiness and loneliness flashed in Hedong's eyes, which made him immediately alert. Is there any unknown secret between Ming Zhutong and the heir of Wuwei tribe? So he made a test, and the observation result made him firmly believe that the intimate relationship between Ming Zhutong and Hedong was definitely beyond ordinary people's imagination.

No matter what consideration the dignified Khitan Yu Yue looked at him so highly, Yang Hao knew that the past two days would determine his future destiny, and he had to come up with an idea immediately.

The reality is that although he is a VIP, he is closed in a secret room of an iron-plated building, not airtight and isolated from the outside, and has no reliable sources of information. Everything must be judged by intuition. This is another gambling of fate, cruel and ruthless. Fortunately, Yang Hao is no longer surprised by seeing many people now, he is already used to it.

The family dinner on the second day seemed relaxed and casual. Wukui Daxiang's sons, son-in-law, wives and concubines gathered on a green and fuzzy grass. Men hunted and arched, women barbecued, cooked, and children chased and played. Yang Hao liked this relaxed atmosphere very much, but the harsh reality forced him to tighten every nerve. After the archery game, everyone sat around Wukui Daxiang.

Toasting and offering gifts, the boys offered strong pushing hands to the gray-headed grandfather, and the girls held hands and sang soft songs. When Yang Hao finished the third round of wine to Wukui Daxiang, he suddenly walked behind Xiao Demu and pulled up the petite girl.

"Dear Khan, I am willing to marry Princess Xinxinguerlu with a thousand cows, a thousand sheep, a thousand silk, a thousand carts of grain, a hundred taels of gold, and a thousand taels of silver."

The joyful atmosphere suddenly became frozen, and different people showed completely different expressions, some were surprised, some were shocked, some were confused, some were glad, some were angry, some were puzzled.

"She is my youngest granddaughter, and if you marry her, I will be my junior. Although the Wuwei people are not as hierarchical as you Tang people, their ranks must not be chaotic. In the future, everyone here will respect the etiquette of the younger generation. Are you willing?"

"Please believe that I truly love Princess Xinxingurlu, for her sake I am willing to do anything."

After a brief silence, Wukui Daxiang nodded slowly. Xiao Demu laughed, untied the ruby-shaped sword from his belt and stuffed it into his little daughter's hand, then hugged her, and said loudly: "My daughter, you will always be the pride of your father."

Xinxin Guerlu was stunned by the sudden happiness. She was filled with tears and could not speak. She was already fifteen years old, and her former playmates had a master, but she was a princess but no one cared about it. What made her even more sad was that her parents had lost confidence in her, and they even discussed privately to marry an orphan.

God suddenly opened his eyes, and the grandfather's VIP on the seat fell in love with him. The dowry he gave was enough to make women in the entire tribe jealous for ten years.

The Xiao Demu and his wife held a wedding for their daughter that night. The mother was afraid that the son-in-law would suddenly wake up and regret the marriage. Although Xiao Demu was careless and didn't care, he also hoped that his daughter would get married soon. Since Hedong replaced him as an envoy to go to Xiaocang Mountain, he had a premonition that he had fallen out of favor in front of his father.

Although he couldn't figure out why his father looked up to the little village leader named Cao, he knew that his father was sincerely esteemed him, otherwise he would never have matched up Ming Zhutong's marriage with him. As for the little things that happened between Ming Zhutong and his father, he felt disgusted when he thought about it.

Three days later, Mu Kun escorted a thousand cows, a thousand sheep, a thousand silk, a thousand carts of grain, five hundred taels of gold, and ten thousand taels of silver to Wuwei tribe. The huge formation made everyone envious. After drinking, Yang Hao took his bride, eight hundred cows, eight hundred sheep, eight hundred barrels of wine, eight hundred carts of fur, eight hundred carts of salt, and twenty female slaves to go back to the mountain happily.
Chapter completed!