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Chapter 89
Amidst the snowstorm, a group of cavalry and carriages drove out of Chang'an.

All the cavalrymen wore iron armor with basin collars, and their horses were tall and majestic, dressed in animal skins, and they marched in the wind and snow.

The carriage is painted in black, the wheels are painted with colorful paint, and the curtain is covered, which is incompatible with the wind and snow.

The wind and snow outside the car are boundless, but the inside of the car is as warm as spring.

There is a bronze stove in the middle, the charcoal fire in the stove is dark red, it seems to be burning, and there is no trace of smoke.

Three people sit cross-legged around the stove, all wrapped in fur cloaks, mink fur or fox fur, very luxurious.

"Talents and natures are the same and different, and the four treatises of scholars are enough to set an example for the world, and calligraphy is also a wonderful work for the world. However, the governor of Xiahou is blinded by a leaf and doesn't know the deep meaning." A young man in his twenties held bamboo slips and looked at them more and more. The more happy you are.

It's just that he looks thin and thin, and there is always a hint of gloom between his eyebrows and eyes.

Talent refers to ability and character, and talent and nature are the same, different, combined, and separated, which is a common topic in metaphysics.

The young man on the left said: "Captain Xiahou is busy with military affairs, so it's only natural that he doesn't have time to entertain us. Brother Gonglu, don't take it to heart."

"Boyu, you are too easy-going. Xiahou Taichu rejected Shiji not once or twice."

On the back side is a young man with a sable cloak and a small crown. His face is like white jade, and his handsome eyebrows are somewhat depressed. .”

Gonglu is Jia Chong, the son of Jia Kui, the former Governor of Yuzhou, Shi Ji is Zhong Hui, the son of Zhong Yao, the former Taifu, and Bo Yu is Wei Guan, the son of Wei Jing, the former Minister of State.

The two families of Zhong and Wei are family friends, so Zhong will always accompany Wei Guan when he travels abroad.

Jia Chong, the servant of Huangmen, stayed in Chang'an because he was passing on the reward of the battle in the midst of the war. He happened to meet Zhong Hui and Wei Guan. The three were similar in age and old acquaintances, so they returned to Luoyang together.

"Xiahou Taichu is not the only celebrity in the world." Jia Chong laughed.

"Oh? Is there anyone else in the world who can be compared to Commander Xiahou?" Zhong Hui suddenly became interested.

"Have Shi Ji ever heard of Ji Shuye in Qiao State?"

"But Ji Kang and Ji Zhongsan?" Zhong Hui's starry eyes lit up.

Taiwei Jiang Ji has a good understanding of people. He once said that looking at his eyes is enough to know people.

When I saw Zhong Hui at the age of five, his eyes were like stars, and he was very different. He was called "very human"!
Jia Chong laughed loudly: "Exactly, Ji Shuye is seven feet eight inches long, looks like a fairy, and his music, poetry, calligraphy and painting are all the best in the world!"

Zhong Hui's eyes shine, as if a young girl in love meets a man she likes, "I heard his name a long time ago, but I haven't met him before!"

Wei Guan glanced at Jia Chong, and said in a low voice: "Ji Zhongsan is fond of the learning of Lao Zhuang and Zhuang, and he advocates teaching with the best names and letting nature go. If Shi Ji visits him rashly, he will definitely refuse him."

"I'm sincerely asking for a meeting, but Bian can refuse me?" Zhong Hui was overjoyed, wishing he could fly back to Luoyang, lift the curtain of the car, and shouted to the coachman, "speed up and return to Luoyang."

The wind and snow soon covered the ruts and hoofprints.

It also covered up the corpses in the Hexi Valley.

Yang Zheng looked at the prisoner in front of him, shivering in ragged clothes.

Zhang Te dealt with them in half an hour, and beheaded the bandit chief with his own hands. Two people were killed in the Jian camp, 11 people were killed in the Qiang camp, and more than a hundred were injured.

Captured more than 750 thieves, beheaded more than [-] people, and none escaped.

Being able to go out to plunder in such cold weather is naturally strong.

"This valley can shelter the wind and snow, so we will set up camp here." It was too cold, and every time he said a word, a cloud of white mist sprayed out.

"These thieves..." Zhang Te had murderous intent in his eyes.

Yang Zheng glanced at the wild and unruly culprit, "Pick out the culprit and kill them as an example, and detain the others separately."

Zhang Te is a very good performer.

Set up camps, slaughter livestock, cook meat porridge, assign scouts, and set up secret posts, everything is in order.

More than [-] thieves were taken to the middle of the valley.

These people have slightly more decent clothes and leather armor. It seems that they are living a good life.

The captives and Qiang people all came to watch.

"A certain is the captain of the western part of the imperial court, the decree of the Great Wei Dynasty, you are all people under my rule, and they will all move to live in Fanghan from now on." Yang Zheng said loudly.

More than 1000 Qiang people, bloody men have already died in battle, and the rest are mostly women and children.

In the cold wind, he huddled up like a jackdaw, his eyes were dull, his expression was numb, and he seemed unable to even cry, let alone answer.

Yang Zheng prepared an impassioned speech, but couldn't continue.

With a wave of his hand, let the soldiers carry the meat porridge.

Only then did the Qiang people's eyes become angry.

"One by one, everyone has one."

Meat porridge is more convincing than anything else. After drinking the porridge, the Qiang people felt a little more warmth in their eyes, and they no longer looked at Yang Zheng with fear.

The captives also watched eagerly.

Yang Zheng's heart skipped a beat, he held the porridge in one hand and the ring-shou knife in the other, and pointed at one of them, "Come out."

The prisoner was shocked and retreated into the crowd.

But it was quickly brought up by the soldiers.

"Do you want to die or live?" Yang Zheng narrowed his eyes and asked.

The prisoner was tall and burly, about 23 or [-] years old, wrapped in animal skins, rags and other things, and the soles of the straw sandals exposed two big toes, which were purple from the cold.

"Live..." The captive didn't hesitate.

Most Qiang people near Longxi and Jincheng can understand Chinese.

Since the Zhou, Qin and Han Dynasties, the Central Plains Dynasty has operated here for more than 500 years, and has subtly influenced countless Qiang tribes.

Yang Zheng handed over the knife in his hand and pointed to the captives on the ground, "Kill one person and drink porridge."

In the face of survival, no matter how big the wildness is, it will be domesticated.

The captive's terrified eyes wandered between the ring-shou knife and the meat porridge, and then looked at the thief's head on the ground.

Yang Zheng looked at him quietly.

The prisoner's gaze changed several times, and his stomach rumbled.

Finally, his eyes became fierce, and he took the ring head knife and walked towards the thief.

The thieves were yelling at each other, and the prisoner tremblingly raised his knife and swung it down...

Maybe it was because he had been hungry for too long and was unable to wield the knife. The blade got stuck on the thief's neck, and the thief's scream rang out through the valley.

The prisoner drew out his knife and swung it down with all his might...

The screams stopped abruptly, blood splashed all over his body, and then gradually froze into thin ice.

"Okay!" Yang Zheng handed over the warm meat porridge, and he drank it down in one gulp.

After drinking, he half-kneeled in front of Yang Zheng, "I'll leave this humble life to my lord in the future."

Qiang Hu Xiongnu Xianbei, respectfully called adults.

This man is also smart.

"What's your name?"

After drinking the porridge, his eyes gradually brightened, "Greyhound."

Ordinary Qiang people don't have names, so they call them whatever they see.

If there is one, there are two, and the other prisoners are scrambling for it.

More than 20 people are not enough to kill.

The effect of casting a name certificate is more effective than killing one to warn others.

Looking at the hungry eyes of the prisoners, Yang Zheng did not soften his heart and let them starve all night.

And these more than 20 instigators became Yang Zheng's most loyal supporters and supervised the prisoners for Yang Zheng.

"Grey dog, where did you come from?" Yang Zheng drank a bowl of meat porridge, and a surge of heat rose from his stomach.

"The villain is from Shishan Mountain in the southwest."

The stone mountain in the southwest area is an extension of Qilian Mountain, and it is also a rather broad regional concept.

The Big Dipper is high, and Ge Shuye wears a knife.So far, I have not dared to go to Lintao after glancing at the horse.

The famous Battle of Stone Castle in history broke out here.

But now it is still a wild Qiang land.

(End of this chapter)