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Chapter 162 Blue Wolf
A wedding bathed the Western capital in joy.

With a big wave of his hand, Yang Zheng distributed a stone of grain to every family in the city.

The whole army rewarded wine and meat, and took turns to eat and drink for a day.

The slaves were also given the broth.

For a moment, the whole of Xiping was full of laughter.

What made Yang Zheng especially happy was Xia Houzhi's dowry.

Sixty carts, large and small, brought a large number of paper books.

Four Books and Five Classics, Han Shu Shi Ji, etc.

These things are simply priceless treasures in Xiping, and they are also urgently needed.

Among the five hundred servants Xia Houzhi married as a dowry, there were many scribes and artisans.

The so-called icing on the cake is exactly that.

Both Chunniang and Ah Lian came to pay respects to the main room with their big bellies out, "My servant pays respects to Madam."

Chunniang looked at Yang Zheng with resentment inevitably in her eyes, but Ah Lian didn't care.

Yang Zheng smiled wryly.

Xia Houzhi smiled lightly, helped the second daughter up, and behaved properly, "The two younger sisters don't need to be polite in the future, they are a family."

Chunniang and Ah Lian are older than Xiahouzhi.

But seniority and fame are far more important than age.

Xia Houzhi sent two brocade boxes with her own hands, "I prepared some gifts specially, and I don't know if it suits the two sisters' wishes."

Ah Lian opened it, and saw a gold and jade walking stick inside, something from Xiahou's family, of course it was not ordinary.

The workmanship is meticulous and exquisite, and the golden phoenix on the hairpin head is lifelike.

Ah Lian immediately exclaimed, her brows brimming with joy, "Thank you Ma'am."

Chunniang originally had resentment, but when she saw the colorful silk dress in her box, she didn't take it out to play with it like Ah Lian did, but closed it, and the resentment on her face disappeared, and she said kindly : "Thank you sister."

The three women quickly got together, chattering, leaving Yang Zheng aside.

As the governor of Qinzhou, Xia Houba couldn't stay for a long time. After inspecting Linqiang and the farmland in the western capital, he returned to Yunwu contentedly.

On the third day, according to etiquette, Yang Zheng and Xia Houzhi had to return to Chang'an.

Yang Zheng prepared some gifts and selected two thousand guards Qingqi to clear the way.

The Huangshui River Valley at the end of May, with green mountains and snow tops, green water and wild flowers, is a great difference in the scenery of Guanzhong.

Xia Houzhi didn't want to stay in the carriage, and rode with Yang Zheng.

Although she is a married woman, Xia Houzhi still has a shy face, and she speaks softly in Yang Zheng's arms.

It attracted Liu Heng to come over to eavesdrop all the time, and Yang Zheng kicked him a few times but couldn't go away.

The soldiers laughed strangely, causing Xia Houzhi to bury her head in Yang Zheng's arms.

Although they only got along for a few days, the relationship between the two rose sharply in the lingering and tired.

However, the daughters of Xiahou's family will inevitably have more talents. After a while, they will chant to the snowy top of the Qingshan Mountain: "Looking up at the high mountain, and stopping at the scenery."

After a while, he said to the white crane in the sky: "The crane sings in Jiugao, but the sound is heard in the wild."

After a while, he said to Yang Zheng: "Qingqing Zijin, take my heart lightly."Even if I don't go, Zining will not heir?
Seeing that Yang Zheng didn't reply, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, "Why don't my husband sing a song?"

Once her talented girl's temper flared up, Yang Zheng was in a dilemma.

It’s okay to let yourself pick up a knife and cut people, and let yourself recite poems, isn’t it to drive ducks to the shelves?
Seeing Xiahou Zhiqiao's smile on Qianxi, he really didn't want to let her down, at least he still memorized a few lines of poetry.

But the difficulty of the problem lies in what kind of poems suit the scene in front of us.

Can't you raise your head and think of the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown?

After holding back for a long time, I finally choked out a sentence: "My fair lady, a gentleman is so good..."

I don't remember what the next sentence was.

Xia Houzhi covered her mouth and smiled lightly.

Next to him, Liu Heng's ears stretched out.

Yang Zheng was eager to win, "Looking at the sword with the lamp on while drunk, dreaming back to the battalion of blowing horns. Eight hundred miles away, the subordinates are burned, fifty strings are turned outside the fortress, and soldiers are ordered in autumn on the battlefield. Lu Feikuai made by horses, bows like thunderbolt strings shock!"

Anyway, I went to high school, and there are a few drops of ink in my stomach.

Xiahou Zhiqiu's pupils were filled with mist, and she stared blankly at Yang Zheng.

Since she is a talented woman, of course she can taste the charm.

Yang Zheng also went all out, and the next half will toast, "You don't see it, the water of the Huanghe River comes up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning. Don't you see it, the mirror in the high hall is sad and white, and the morning is like blue silk and the evening is snow. Life must be full of joy." Huan, don't let the golden cup be empty to the moon. I am born to be useful, and I will come back after all the gold is gone!"

But a talented woman is a talented woman after all, she fainted for a while, and quickly realized, "The first poem is heroic and heroic, or it was written by the husband, and the second poem is brilliant in writing and has a unique rhyme, so it must have been written by someone else."

If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have added a second song to it.

Yang Zheng laughed dryly: "Madam Lan Xinhui, these two poems were taught by the gods and men in the dream."

After much deliberation, there is only this reason.

Although there were five-character poems in the Han and Wei Dynasties, Fu was the most popular.

"The god-man in the dream?" Xia Houzhi opened her eyes wide, "My husband lied to me."

"This, this..." Yang Zheng really couldn't think of how to explain it, because any lie seemed to be full of loopholes, and Xia Houzhi was smart.

Fortunately, the roar of wolves in the mountains and forests resolved the embarrassment at the moment.

Xiahou Zhihe had seen such ferocious beasts before, and her face paled in fright.

Yang Zheng thought he was being targeted by wolves again.

But in the mountains and forests, a pack of wolves biting each other.

The gray wolf king was also bitten by a stronger gray wolf.

His body was stained with blood, and it was obvious that he couldn't last long.

Yang Zheng was very curious and stopped to watch.

It appears that two wolf packs are fighting for territory.

Huangshui River Valley has entered the spring and summer stage, with lush vegetation and beasts multiplying, it is not surprising that it attracts wolves around.

Soon, the Canglang King fell into a disadvantage, and was pressed to the ground by the Gray Wolf King, biting his throat tightly, howling hoarsely.

Xia Houzhi couldn't bear to see it, "Why don't my husband save it?"

Beasts have the laws of beasts, just as humans have the laws of humans. The wolf king is old, even if he escapes this time, he will not be able to escape the next time.

Before Yang Zheng could react, the wolves of the Canglang King suddenly stopped resisting, and stood behind the Gray Wolf King one by two.

In just a few breaths, the Canglang King, who used to rule Huangzhong, became a loner.

"Husband!" Xia Houzhi begged.

Yang Zheng could only make a move and winked at Liu Heng.

Liu Heng led a few riders and rushed up.

The wolves roared at the cavalry, but the gray wolf king was extremely cunning. Seeing Yang Zheng's cavalry lined up, he raised his head and roared, leading the wolves back.

On the grass, only the struggling wolf king remained.

Didn't struggle a few times.

Especially the wound on the stomach, the intestines have flowed out of the body.

Death is only a matter of time.

Xia Houzhi sighed.

Canglang finally struggled and looked at Yang Zheng panting.

There seemed to be a final stubbornness in those eyes.

Although it is a beast, it is also admirable.

The wolf howled at Yang Zheng a few times, turned around and left tremblingly, and just walked a few steps, howled at Yang Zheng again.

"Husband, it tells you to follow." Xia Houzhi saw the wolf's intention at a glance.

Yang Zheng couldn't help but wonder in his heart: Has this bastard become a spirit?
All things in the universe have spirit.

Curiosity arose and he asked the cavalry to wait where they were, and he led Xia Houzhi, Liu Heng and other cavalry to follow behind.

The forest is becoming more and more sinister and hidden.

The wolf's intestines dragged on the ground, and blood flowed all over the floor.

After about a cup of tea, I finally came to a cave.

There was a short, milky cry from inside the cave, but it was a few little wolves fluttering with faint blue eyes.

The same applies to wolves as they are defeated.

The she-wolf has long since left.

The wolf suddenly raised its head to the sky and howled.

His voice became more and more pathetic.

After a dozen breaths, he fell down.

"Wolf cubs, see if I don't crush you to death." Liu Heng raised them one by one.

"No." Xia Houzhi couldn't bear it.

Liu Heng looked at Yang Zheng.

Yang Zheng waved his hand, "Take it."

Although the gray wolf brought him a lot of trouble, they were the ones who inspired Yang Zheng in the first place.

"Wolves are not familiar with feeding." Yang Zheng kindly reminded his sweet wife.

Xia Houzhi had already taken the three little wolves into his arms.

(End of this chapter)