The white horse belongs to the yang and is driven by the gods of heaven. The green ox is the yin and is enjoyed by the gods of earth.

On the high altar.

A divine white horse was bound by a rope, and the hoof-raising man stood up and made a loud neighing sound, rushing left and right, but could not shake the rope tied to his body.

Its name is Zhaoye, and it is the mount of the late white horse general Gongsun Zan. He once galloped with Gongsun Zan to fight. At this moment, he was tripped by five or six fat armored soldiers and fell to the ground with a broken hoof.

A long sword pierced into its neck fiercely and accurately, and surging blood gushed out and was taken to the altar with a bronze tripod.

It moved its front hooves and wanted to stand up unwillingly.

After trying several times, the soldiers next to me pressed back to the ground, and a handful of blood was sprinkled in the dirty mud.

The white mane, like silver thread, was soaked in the dirty water mixed with snow mud, and finally made its last loud scream with weak air.

"What a good horse!" Kuitou, the leader of the Xianbei, looked at the white horse who was dying from the north on the altar with some greed, and sighed.

Then he looked at the young man sitting upright on the main seat, and a hint of contempt appeared on his face covered by thick beards.

The young man on the main seat was Liu He, the son of the late Youzhou governor Liu Yu. In the snowy sky, he did not wear warm fur cloaks, but only dressed in linen clothes.

He straightened his back and looked at the white horse and took his last breath. His handsome face was neither sad nor happy.

The head of this white horse would be like the burnt heads of Gongsun Zan's family. He cut it down and put it in a box containing lime to pay tribute to his deceased father and more than 200 family members. However, he did not feel much joy.

Maybe it's because there are two missing heads in this box, Liu He thought.

Sitting high in the main seat, he raised his head and looked to both sides.

At this celebration banquet, people from all parties drank and chatted under the gala. The atmosphere was so friendly and warm that it seemed like they wanted to worship the men on the spot.

He, the nominal commander of the three armies, sat alone behind the case.

Perhaps it was because of the hot drink. A big Wuhuan man in a sheepskin coat laughed and opened his collar to reveal his thick chest hair.

He was drunk and drank with Xian Yufu, a captain under the tent of Liu Yu, the former governor of Youzhou, and asked the Han women who were kneeling beside him to pour wine and sing songs for them.

The woman's clothes were messy and dirty, but it could be seen that the material was excellent. She must have been a treasure held by her parents. She knelt beside the Hu man who was extremely smelly and smelly. She tickled the strings with a numb expression and started singing:

"Song of sadness can be used to cry, and looking far away can be used to angelica.

Missing my hometown, full of depression.

There is no one to go home, but there is no boat to cross the river.

The mind cannot speak, and the car in the intestines rotates."

The sad singing sounded like a sharp arrow, stabbing Liu He torture the wine bottle on the desk.

The noise paused for a moment, and everyone's eyes gathered on Liu He.

The singing woman was slapped on the ground by Xian Yufu's backhand.

"Bitch!" Xian Yufu glanced at Liu He's pale face, drew his sword and was about to stab the woman to death.

"Stop!" Liu He pulled the corner of his mouth and showed a very reluctant smile: "He is just thinking about home and is a little out of control. Why should Captain Xianyu make a big move?"

Thinking of home?

As soon as Liu He said this, the singing woman suddenly looked up and looked straight at him. Even the beating was not moved, and the resentment was oozing from her face.

The nosebleed fell from the woman's face. She stared at Liu He, slowly got up, and raised her sleeve to wipe off the blood stains on her chin.

Liu He only felt that his eyes were like a knife scraping his bones, which was tucked inch by inch.

These are all Han women who robbed the city and destroyed the villages.

But what opened the door and led the Hu people to enter...

"How dare you?" Xian Yufu raised his sword and wanted to stab him.

Even though Liu He has more symbolic significance than reality, he is also the son of their old lord Liu Yu. How could his nominal lord be so provoked by a lowly singer?

"Captain Xianyu!" Liu He stopped shouting again. He looked away and waved his right hand weakly, "Forget it, forget it..."

Xian Yufu was so angry that he sat down. The leader of Wuhuan who was drinking openly came back to his senses.

He could understand Chinese, but it was too deep but couldn't understand what it meant. He didn't know what the woman was singing about and angering others.

Although he was a little annoyed, Yu Fu hit his singer casually, he didn't want to get angry about the woman he snatched.

The leader of Wuhuan waved his hand and wanted to ask someone to drag him down to deal with it.

Suddenly I remembered something again, waved to the crowd behind me who were drinking by the bonfire, and shouted, "Alma!"

A young man with dark skin and strong skin stood up.

This is the young and strong tribe he brought to the south this time. When the young man bravely fought and fought to break through Yi Jing, he killed Guan Jing, the general under Gongsun Zan, and asked him to gain a big face in various tribes.

"This woman belongs to you!" The leader of Wuhuan pointed to the woman with her head hanging down and hugged Hu Ziqin, grabbed a large piece of mutton from the desk and threw it over.

Alma reached out to take the mutton, and then secretly looked at the woman. The Han women were not as tiny as the women in the Wuheng clan, with dark black hair spreading behind her. Alma grinned with joy.

He half-squatted down and handed the mutton to the woman.

No response was received.

The laughter of the tribe came from behind him. Alma turned around impatiently and cursed, swapped the mutton in his left hand and wrapped his right arm around the woman's waist and abdomen, clamping her under her armpits like a lamb.

The woman hugged Hu Qiqin, lowered her head, and was carried into a tent in the distance by Alma amidst the cheers and teasings.

When the woman was taken away, the banquet quickly returned to the fun.

Liu He let out a sigh of relief, as if he was much more relaxed.

He wiped away the wine stains on the desk table with his hands, straightened the poured wine bottle, poured another glass of wine, raised it toast to Nanlouyao, the leader of Wuheng, "I wonder if there is news about Gongsun Yu's evil in the king's army?"

Nanlou was stunned, then he had a honest expression on his face, looking straightforward: "Don't worry, just wait until the snow stops, my son will attack immediately."

The implication is that the snow will not be moved before it stops.

Liu He's face darkened. Did he open the gate of Youzhou to invite these fishy and other people to drink and rob?

Now that Gongsun Zan is defeated, why don’t you hurry up and chase after him, but instead have a banquet here every day to find joy!

If these Hu people are willing to actively pursue the battle, the team that has brought the remnants of the Gongsun family has long been destroyed.

The two missing heads should have been lying in the box next to his pillow!

He then used these heads to comfort his father's spirit in heaven, and then he used the power of Mr. Yuan to drive out all these fishy and smelly things.

He tightened his hand while holding the wine jar a little and held back.

Liu Heqiang held his head up and smiled, "So that's the case, so I'll thank King Nanlou."

He reminded himself that if he endured it, as long as he used these Hu people to get rid of Gongsun Zan's evil seeds, he would definitely be able to re-pun Youzhou with the help of Duke Yuan, and implement benevolent governments like his father, and guard the country.

Youzhou, North.

The wheels were running, rolling over the mud, and the knee-high snow turned into black mud and water under the trampling of the leading team, leaving deep rut marks on the snow mud rolled by the wheels.

This team that was trekking in the wilderness was Gongsun Can'tou who was remembered by Liu He.

Gongsun Yan sat in the shaking carriage, wrapped in a military coat and stretched her waist with difficulty. This was the third day they set out from the deserted village.

She hammered her sore waist and back, clamped her pen into the notebook, and stopped copying.

After fiddling with the portable stove in the carriage, she lifted the curtain of the carriage, and looked into the distance and relaxed her eyes while breathing.

The carriage that Gongsun Yan was riding was marching in front of the team.

From a distance, even if there are only three hundred people, the long snake marching team looks quite imposing.

For dirt resistance, all warm-keeping equipment is black in water. This uniform color has a very impactful visual feeling after the quantity reaches a certain scale.

Although the Han Dynasty people wearing large cotton trousers and military coats looked weird no matter how they looked at Gongsun Yan.

Gongsun Yan's actions of lifting the curtain attracted attention.

"Is there anything wrong with Miss Gongsun?" Zhao Yun, who was accompanying him on the right, walked over and asked. In front of him was Gongsun Cheng wrapped in a ball.

Gongsun Cheng could not withstand the loneliness in the carriage, so Zhao Yun took him outside and taught him to ride a horse.

"Just get some breath." Gongsun Yan shook his head and looked at Zhao Yun in a daze. He was wearing military coats, labor protection shoes, and a windproof hood. The windproof hood had a brown windproof glasses, so he couldn't see his face clearly.

As soon as she thinks that the person in front of her is Zhao Yun, her outfit always makes her feel absurd as time is confused.

"A Cheng, is it cold?"

Although the sun was hanging in the sky, the temperature in the wilderness was still very low. The cold wind blew away a hint of rosy on Gongsun Yan's fair face. She couldn't help but shivered and asked Gongsun Cheng, who was sitting in front of Zhao Yun's saddle.

Gongsun Cheng was also wearing a tight windproof hood. He sat in Zhao Yun's arms, grabbed Zhao Yun's arm and stabilized his body. His voice was a little blurry, "It's not cold."

Although he is not talking and still clingy, Gongsun Cheng is only 4 years old after all. He is in a small carriage every day, and even Gongsun Yan can't stand it.

Seeing that he could ride a horse, Gongsun Yan's face showed some envy, it might not be more comfortable than riding a carriage, but after sitting for three days, Gongsun Yan felt that his legs had swollen twice.

"Zilong, how long will it take to camp?"

After getting familiar with it, she also called Zhao Yun's name, which was the third time she had the same question in this hour.

"It's almost done, I've ordered the exploring cavalry to find the camping site." The wind hood blocked Zhao Yun's face, unable to see clearly, but his voice was filled with a smile, "Please hold on for a while."

"Okay!" Gongsun Yan breathed a sigh of relief. Then she suddenly remembered something and said to Zhao Yun: "By the way, Zilong, I will have something to give to you later."

Zhao Yun was stunned. Mrs. Gongsun wanted to stuff him some food every now and then, but he never emphasized this before. He was a little curious, "I don't know what it is?"

"Yes..." Gongsun Yan stretched his tone, "Secret!" After saying that, he retracted his head and put down the curtain.

"Huh?" Looking at the girl sitting in the carriage, raising her lips and hiding back to the carriage, she seemed to tease him very proudly, with a pair of cat eyes full of smiles.

Zhao Yun laughed. This lady Gongsun has such a carefree boy personality.

Is it a secret? He was looking forward to it.
Chapter completed!