Ah Bogan carefully looked at Hu Luzheng.

Hu Luzheng is supposed to be a tall man, but he has been mixed on horseback since he was a child, and his legs are bent so badly that he looks a little shorter.

If it weren't for this person, I'm afraid I would already be a lonely ghost by the Yellow River.

Thinking of the feeling of the blade resting on his neck, Ah Bo couldn't help but shudder. After he was kidnapped that day, it was Hu Luzheng who whistled to provoke the horse that was snatched by Chen Song and dragged him back before the ghost gate closed.

After a few bowls of wine, Hu Luzheng had already relaxed, and he noticed Ah Bogan's strange expression:

"Is the general cold?"

Ah Bo came back to his senses, raised the small silver bowl to signal Hu Luzheng to toast, and took a small sip of his own:

"Looks like you've got a good grasp of the horse's temper?"

As soon as Hu Luzheng heard the horse, he came to the spirit:

"The general should know that we Xianbei people are warriors when we put on armor, and shepherds when we take off armor. I was 5 years old when I first rode a horse and have been glued to the horse for 25 years now. If I had to say that I had slept in a tent for as long as I had been on a horse. ”

Ah Bogan also claims to be a rider, but he knows that compared to such a real "horse fly", his two brushes cannot be put on the table.

"Your horse can understand your whistle, and if someone else whistles, will it follow?"

Hu Luzheng's eyes emit light:

"If someone else blows the sky, it won't pay attention."

Ah Bogan nodded, and swept around the tent, unable to think of anything to reward this person to express his gratitude. The reward has been given, but it is due to military discipline, and it is official. He personally had to say something about this savior. As soon as I bowed my head, I had an idea. Untied his flask from his belt, reached out and handed it over:

"Here's it!"

Hu Luzheng instinctively reached out and took it, and after looking at it carefully, he hurriedly handed it back:

"This is too valuable, I don't deserve it."

Ah Bogan's wine jug is made of sterling silver, with a large flat belly and a thin neck, and the belly is engraved with a picture of Lord Xianbei going out hunting: a vigorous Xianbei man turns back on his prancing horse, stretches his bow to shoot a vicious wolf that pounces on him, there is a falcon hovering overhead, and a hunting dog is about to pounce on the horse's hoof. The neck of the flask is staggered with the finest turquoise and agate. The wine jug was packed in a leather case, and when Hu Lu touched it with his hand, he knew that it was not the sheepskin commonly used by ordinary Xianbei people, but a finely cooked pony skin, and a goshawk with an arrow was embroidered on the leather case with thin gold wire.

The flask has a lot of origins.

Tuoba Hei's wife, that is, Ah Bogan's aunt, was Princess Xiping, the daughter of Yao Xing, the lord of Qin. When the princess got married, she was escorted by her cousin, Yao Guang, the general of the Royal Forest Army. Yao Guang admired Cui Hao very much, and specially transferred the wine jug given by Yao Xing to him. It's just that Cui Hao is not good at wine, and he doesn't have the habit of hanging a wine jug on his waist, and this wine jug is hung on the wall of the study. Seeing that Ah Bogan was sucked into the pot at first sight, he happily transferred it. Ah Bo Gan thought that the original silk sac was not imposing, so he deliberately found the best leatherman to make a horse cover, and found the most skillful old palace maid in the palace to embroider a golden silk eagle. To be honest, after some tossing, the holsters are more expensive than the silver kettle.

Hu Luzheng has been suppressed by the luxury of this wine jug, which makes Ah Bogan very happy; Showing himself to these shepherds is more important than wealthy, which gives him a sense of accomplishment above others. Thinking of this, he blocked the wine jug back with his right hand, and nodded with his left hand:

"No, you deserve it! If you want to say that you don't deserve to receive it, that is, I don't deserve to be saved by you, that is to say, my Abo has a life, and it is not worth a broken pot! ”

Speaking of which, Hu Luzheng could not tolerate Hu Luzheng's refusal again, so he took off the leather bag from his waist and carefully tied the new wine jug. After looking at it, he felt that it was inappropriate, so he took it off and stuffed it into his leather robe, patted it with his hand, took it out again, and hung it on his belt again. Seeing Ah Bogan's curious eyes, he smiled honestly:

"Originally, I was afraid that I would hang it outside and bump into it and trample on good things, but after thinking about it, hiding it in my robe, who would know that it was given by the general? Just hang it outside, and let the family see how good the general is to us little soldiers. ”

Ah Bogan was greatly moved. He knew very well that he had no foundation in the army, and he could not compare with those soldiers who were mixed with the soldiers. Hu Luzheng was the first person he met to express his sincere respect. Although this tribute is paid in exchange for something, it is better than nothing.

"Hu Luzheng, I want to transfer you to my side as a personal soldier, what do you think?"

Hu Luzheng was stunned for a moment. Xianbei loves freedom by nature and does not like to be constrained. Although it is said that discipline must be emphasized when entering the army, as long as you do not go into battle to fight, you will still be very relaxed when you become a soldier. Walking horses, shooting rabbits, playing with sieves, drinking, basically no one cares. Once you become a pro-soldier, you have to revolve around the commander, listen to greetings and run errands anytime and anywhere, if the commander can't find anyone, it will be a military stick at the lightest, and a loss of head at the worst. What's more important is that an officer of Abogan's level will basically not charge into battle, and his own soldiers are his shadows, so he has no chance to go into battle to kill the enemy, and of course there is no opportunity to make meritorious contributions.

Abogan stared into his eyes, waiting for him to reply. Hu Luzheng swallowed his saliva and opened his mouth with great difficulty:

"I'm just afraid that if I become a personal soldier, I won't have a chance to fight."

Of course, it can't be said that when you become a soldier, you can't walk your horse freely, shoot rabbits, play with a sieve, and drink.

Ah Bogan's expression was visibly relaxed:

"Don't worry about this, I transferred you here because I fancy your superb equestrian skills, and I will fight with Nanban in two days, and you will have the opportunity to show your skills."

Hu Luzheng leaned forward:

"Will Nanban come and fight us?"

Ah Bogan picked up a knife, cut off a piece of beef tendon and put it in his mouth, and then slammed the knife into the roast beef leg:

"I expected them to come!"

Hu Luzheng tilted his head, swallowed a bowl of wine, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand:

"That's good, I just want to compete with the Han man who stole my horse again!"

Chen Song!

Ah Bogan silently chewed on the beef tendon.

It's not easy to chew.

A faint sense of anxiety came up.

Subconsciously reached out and touched the scar on his neck, and immediately became interested.

"Hu Luzheng, I'm tired and want to rest, you go back and pack up your things, get together with your brothers, and report to me tomorrow."

Hu Luzheng stood up, reached out and touched the wine jug on his waist, smirked, and staggered out. Soon, Ah Bogan heard Hu Luzheng singing a Xianbei minor tune in a muffled manner, and went away amid the sound of horses' hooves. These shepherds, when drunk, would not fall off their horses, but would fall asleep in the saddle and let the horses take them wherever they wanted.

He stood up, wanted to walk outside, tripped over something, and looked closely, it was the leather bag that Hu Lu was carrying wine.

Leaned over to pick it up, thinking that he should hang this thing on his waist, so that Hu Luzheng would be happier. After it was passed out, it also seemed that General Abogan had no frame and was approachable.

But after looking closely, I sniffed it closer, and threw it away.

Abogan! Jizhou Thorn History! The emperor's nephew! How is it possible to drink even a drop of wine from the mouth of a shepherd's foul mouth!