The cottage of Xiaocang Mountain is lit up these days, jubilant, the soldiers are all wearing red clothes, and even the guns and knives are decorated with festive colors such as red and green, and the cottage master wants to marry the little princess of the Wukui Department, how can this make people unhappy, and the Wukui Department is married, it is equivalent to wearing a talisman, wearing a talisman, in this blue grass and green Saibei grassland, you can also straighten your waist like the master.

Yang Hao looked at all this coldly, but he was thinking in his heart, people are forgetful, half a month ago, because of the raid on the cottage tax card by the B room, four brothers were killed, and everyone gathered in front of the Juyi Hall to lead them to kill all the Khitans.

The little princess of the Wukui Department is named Xinxin Gurlu, Yang Hao thinks that the name is too long and it is inconvenient, so he named her a Han name Yang Xin, she is the third daughter of Xiao Demu, she is fifteen years old, her body is unusually petite, her face is dark, her body is thin, sensitive, introverted, slightly soft and cowardly, and she is not favored by her father,

Half a month ago, Wu Kui Daxiang sent and Dong led five hundred sharp soldiers, with four heads cast in gold and eight captured village soldiers, blowing and blowing to Xiaocang Mountain, the cottage was tense, and the leaders were suspicious and deceived and suggested that Yang Hao should not open the door and put it in.

Yang Hao observed in the dark for a while, and then concluded that He Dong had no evil intentions here, so he tried his best to set up the guard of honor against the public opinion, and greeted him at the gate, and Dong was ordered by his father to apologize, in addition to bringing back four gold cast heads, he also brought five hundred sheep, one hundred cattle and a number of red offerings, and what was more sincere was that none of the accompanying soldiers carried swords and arrows, and everyone had a piece of black yarn wrapped around their left arm,

He Dong is in accordance with the etiquette of the Han people, solemnly sacrificed the dead souls, the sudden overture of the Wu Kui Department, so that most of the people in the cottage looked a little dumbfounded, but Yang Hao was not surprised in his heart, this is the fruit of his hard work in planting trees, and it is also a kind of reward for the endless pressure of grievances.

On the third day of the assassination of Wukui Daxiang, the cottage soldier took a businessman who broke into the forbidden land of the cottage, this person claimed to be surnamed Lu, a merchant in Linzhou, who went to and from various departments in Mobei to sell furs, and the director of the prison Zhang 13 interrogated him for a day and a night, and found nothing, so he suggested that Yang Hao release him, but Yang Hao had an extra heart, Zhang 13 sat in the fifth chair of the cottage, and he regarded himself very high on weekdays, and had the reputation of law enforcement like a mountain and a god, and an ordinary businessman was sentenced to a day and a night under his hands, but he got nothing, This in itself shows that this so-called businessman is by no means very human.

Businessmen are good at balancing interests, understand the essence of the word transaction, and mistakenly breaking into the cottage is just a matter of a fine of 100 taels of silver, can you risk your life to endure the punishment?

Sure enough, not long after, the captain of the Condor Captain Murong Tuopin found out the news that Wu Kui Daxiang was assassinated in the sleeping tent, and the assassin was fleeing in the direction of Kokura Mountain, although Yang Hao couldn't determine what happened under the mountain, but he intuitively knew that this matter was related to him, and the assassin was like a piece of red-hot iron, stuck to his hand and couldn't be thrown away.

In those days, Yang Hao couldn't sleep at night, staring hard at the movement under the mountain, Captain Condor Murong Tuopin got a privilege, no matter when and where, he could see Yang Hao directly, Murong Tuopin, less than six feet tall, black and thin like a piece of air-dried bacon, the whites of the two eyes were more and less black, but the nostrils were surprisingly large, and the black hair was abnormally large, he was withdrawn, his face was gloomy, and he was wearing a gray wolf skin in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Although he is long and lean, his appetite is very amazing, two fat and delicious leg of mutton for a meal, he must drink a large bowl of milk wine after a meal, although Murong Topin is not treated by everyone, but he is the favor of the previous village owners, he walks vigorously, walks on the mountain road like walking on the flat ground, passes through the door and transfers the house like entering no one's land, is a natural expert in spying news,

According to the news of the Captain Condor, Yang Hao finally clarified his eyebrows, he took the right time, withstood all kinds of criticism, and returned the assassin to Wukui Daxiang, the crisis of the Wukui Department was instantly lifted, and the history of Kokura Mountain also opened a new page.

Before He Dong returned to the mountain, he officially invited Yang Hao to participate in Wu Kui Daxiang's fifty-sixth birthday, Yang Hao agreed without thinking about it, and after He Dong left, some people complained that Yang Hao should not be in danger, Yang Hao smiled faintly and said: "It should come, no one can hide." He added: "It is not necessarily dangerous to go, but if you don't go, disaster will come." ”

Yang Hao saw Yang Xin at the birthday banquet of Wukui Daxiang, although there were hundreds of guests, and the strength was invincible above Yang Hao, but Wukui Daxiang seemed to be very concerned about this little-known Cao Zhai master, and took the initiative to toast him three times in a row during the banquet, which made those wise people who were good at secretly observing curious, puzzled, and puzzled, they secretly inquired about Yang Hao's origin, and after figuring out the true identity of his Cao Zhai master, greater doubts were entrenched in everyone's hearts.

And this kind of doubt becomes more confusing with the appearance of the glorious righteous daughter Ming Zhutong of Wu Kui Daxiang, Ming Zhutong is one of the public beauties of the Wu Kui Department, she is sixteen years old like a red rose, with buds and youthful desires, so that countless young people are crazy and intoxicated,

Ming Zhutong's singing and dancing pushed the atmosphere of the birthday banquet to the most**, in the unrestrained toasting song, she dedicated the milk wine in the exquisite copper kettle to Yang Hao, who was very far in the seat, this is the wine dedicated to the most noble of all the guests, Yang Hao suddenly seemed to be in a dream, and bowed his waist to ninety degrees to receive her wine, but Ming Zhutong smiled and refused Yang Hao's humility,

She knelt elegantly in front of Yang Hao's table, Qianqianyu held the copper kettle in her hand and offered the milk wine that was still with body temperature, the wine was dedicated to the guests, but the pot was her own, a girl bared her most secret thing to a strange man in public, even if Yang Hao didn't understand, he could guess a rough idea, the audience suddenly became silent, hundreds of pairs of eyes stared at Yang Hao with different, complicated eyes, watching his movements,

To pick up or not to answer, Yang Hao hesitated slightly, then bypassed the table, knelt in front of Ming Zhutong, and stretched out the wine bowl in his hand, which is a low angle that can not be lower, Yang Hao looked at Ming Zhutong with a smile, neither humble nor arrogant, not kissing or leaving, Ming Zhutong's eyes crossed a trace of imperceptible smile, and then she dedicated the milk wine in the wine pot to Yang Hao,

There was a sigh of "hmm" in the big tent, some regretful, some happy, and some gloating, Yang Hao drank the milk wine, and suddenly he found that he had a number of young friends, they patted Yang Hao's shoulders enthusiastically, and kept saying in blunt Chinese: "You are good." ”

Countless people began to toast Yang Hao, Yang Hao also did not refuse, toasted with them enthusiastically, and then drank it all, at this time, a girl who gave wine aroused his idea, and when the girl poured the wine, she whispered: "Beware of drunken rudeness." Yang Hao glanced at her quickly, and since then he has remembered the face that is not outstanding,

Soon after returning to the sleeping tent, He Dong came to condolences on behalf of his father, and sent a sour grass soup to sober up, during the conversation, He Dong inadvertently mentioned Ming Zhutong's name again, and then asked Yang Hao with concern whether he would marry a wife, Yang Hao grabbed his hand and asked: "I have taken a fancy to a girl in your department, and I am willing to marry her with a thousand cattle and sheep, a thousand silks, and a thousand taels of gold, I don't know if His Royal Highness is willing to help me make peace." ”

He Dong said with some displeasure when he heard this: "Tomorrow morning, my father will set up a family banquet to celebrate his birthday, only invite friends from the old department, and the owner of the village can ask his father for marriage at the family banquet, no matter who it is, as long as my father opens his mouth, it can be done." Yang Hao had vaguely expected that there would be such a thing, since Ming Zhutong toasted himself at the birthday banquet, he had this feeling, Wu Kui Daxiang was secretly matching his marriage with Ming Zhutong, and today He Dong came to this matter,

But Yang Hao soon noticed that every time he mentioned the word "Ming Zhutong", a trace of unhappiness and loneliness flashed in He Dong's eyes, which made him immediately alert, is there any unknown secret between the bright and radiant Ming Zhutong and the heir of the Wukui Department, so he sent out a temptation, and the results of the observation made him firmly believe that the intimate relationship between Ming Zhutong and He Dong is definitely beyond the imagination of ordinary people,

No matter what kind of considerations the dignified Khitan Yu Yue thinks so highly of himself, Yang Hao knows that the next two days will determine his future fate, and he must pay attention to it immediately.

But the reality is that although he is not a guest of honor, he is enclosed in a secret room with an iron plate building, airtight, isolated from the outside, there is no reliable source of information, everything must be judged by intuition, this is another gamble of fate, cruel and ruthless, fortunately, Yang Hao has seen a lot now, he is used to it,

The family banquet on the second day seemed relaxed and casual, the sons, sons-in-law, wives and concubines, and daughters of Wu Kui Daxiang gathered on a green and fluffy grass, the men hunted and archery, the women barbecued and cooked, and the children chased and frolicked, Yang Hao liked this relaxed atmosphere very much, but the harsh reality forced him to tense every nerve, after the archery game, everyone sat together around Wu Kui Daxiang,

Toasts, gifts, the boys gave a strong push for the gray-haired grandfather, the girls sang a soft ballad, when Yang Hao finished the third round of wine to Wu Kui Daxiang, he suddenly walked behind Xiao Demu and pulled up the petite girl,

"Respected His Majesty the Khan, I am willing to marry Princess Xinxin Gullu with a thousand cows, a thousand sheep, a thousand silks, a thousand carts of grain, a hundred taels of gold, and ten thousand taels of silver."

The atmosphere of joy suddenly froze there, and different people showed completely different expressions, some were surprised, some were stunned, some were confused, some were happy, some were angry, and some were puzzled.

"She is my youngest granddaughter, you marry her and you are my junior, although the Wukui people are not as hierarchical as you Tang people, but the dignity must not be messed with, in the future, when you see everyone here, you must respect the etiquette of the junior, are you willing."

"Please believe that His Majesty the Khan is truly in love with Princess Xinxin Gullu, and I am willing to do anything for her."

After a short silence, Wu Kui Daxiang nodded slowly, and Xiao Demu laughed, took out a ruby slab from his waist and stuffed it into his little daughter's hand: "My daughter, you will always be the pride of your father. ”

Xinxin Gullu was carried away by the sudden happiness, choked with tears in his eyes, choked up unspeakable, he was fifteen years old, his former playmates were famous flowers, although he was a princess, but no one cared about him, and when he was even sad, his parents also lost confidence in themselves, and they even privately discussed recruiting an orphan to match themselves,

God opened his eyes so suddenly, and his grandfather's guest of honor took a fancy to him, and his dowry was enough to make the women of the entire tribe jealous for ten years.

According to the etiquette of the Wukui people, Xiao Demu and his wife held a wedding for their daughter that night, and the mother was afraid that her son-in-law would suddenly wake up and regret the marriage.

Although he couldn't figure out why his father looked down on the owner of the small village surnamed Cao, he knew that his father valued him from the bottom of his heart, otherwise he would never have arranged the marriage between Ming Zhutong and him.

Three days later, Mu Kun escorted a thousand cattle, a thousand sheep, a thousand silk, a thousand carts of grain, five hundred taels of gold, and ten thousand taels of silver, and came to the Wukui Department in a mighty way, which made everyone envious.