"If the Marquis of Luoyang kills you, he will inherit the throne of Wei, do you think he will care if you are a friend or a brother" Hearing Yang Xiu's words, Zhou Budo was silent for a moment, but in an instant, he raised his head and looked directly at Yang Xiu.
"If there is such a day, why should Luoyang Hou make a move, I will end myself myself."
Yang Xiu was stunned for a moment, and the shocked expression on his face couldn't be concealed.
"Use your life to exchange the power of the Marquis of Luoyang, you think it's worth it" "Whether it's worth it or not, only I know about it."
Yang Xiu fell silent.
"Everyone has his own ambitions."
For a while, the atmosphere was very silent.
After a moment, Zhou Budo spoke.
"Whether the Marquis of Luoyang is guilty or innocent, it's not for you and me to say clearly, since you look at the Marquis like this, I don't think there is any need to talk about it today."
With that, Zhou Budo got up directly and was about to leave.
Yang Xiu came back to his senses, and said to Zhou Budo very lightly: "Liangzhou is barbaric, if there is no one to guide the way, Luoyang Hou is afraid that it will be difficult."
Zhou Budo stopped his figure, turned his head to Yang Xiu and said, "No matter how barbaric it is, with the demeanor of a prince, what will happen?"
Yang Xiu was stunned for a moment, and then fell silent.
Zhou Budo saw that Yang Xiu no longer spoke, and randomly sped up and walked to the door.
At this moment, Yang Xiu's voice sounded again.
"It's not impossible for me to help Luoyang Hou."
Hearing Yang Xiu, Zhou Budo stopped.
"Dezu means" Yang Xiu looked at Zhou Budo with blazing eyes and said, "I want to know the news of Cao Zhi, Zijian's only son." ” Zhou Budo smiled on his face and said: "The son of the Marquis of Linzi, no one dares to bully, now in Yecheng, raised by Mrs.
Bian, you don't need to worry about safety." ” Yang Xiu nodded, and was silent for a while, before he raised his head and said to Zhou Budo: "I just want him to be safe, if Luoyang Hou can guarantee this, what if I help him when he comes to Liangzhou?"
Zhou Budo's face was happy.
"A gentleman's word, a horse is hard to chase" "You and I are villains, how can you be a gentleman."
Saying that, in Zhou Budo's stunned expression, Yang Xiu left the wine shop without saying a word.
Zhou Budo shook his head and smiled, and also walked out.
There is actually no difference between a gentleman and a villain.
This Yang Xiu It's really interesting.
Liangzhou, Yuezhi City.
Yuezhicheng is a small city, and it is no longer in Liangzhou.
Because this is the royal city of Qianghu.
Although it is a small city, just according to the scale of Yecheng, the Yuezhi City is not large, but compared with most cities, the Yuezhi City is definitely not small.
Simple fences and countless tents make up this large city.
The scenery of Saibei is frozen for thousands of miles, and the snow is drifting.
After the wind and snow in Yecheng were extinguished, the wind and snow in Yuezhi City did not stop.
The roaring wind still makes people's hearts palpitate like a terrible ghost.
The thick white snow was spread on the ground, and as soon as the person stepped on it, both legs disappeared.
Some small tents, it's hard to even get out.
Outside the tent there are dense fences, inside which herds of white sheep and black cattle are kept, and outside the fence, there are herds of horses, huddled together in the winter, keeping each other warm.
But one after another white sheep and black cattle fell.
And when he fell, he never got up again.
Horses died less.
Outside the fence, two Qiang Hu wearing animal skins and hats watched one after another of cattle and sheep fall, and their already dark faces became even darker.
Horses don't die, but cattle and sheep die, and this truth is naturally easy to understand.
The reason for this is simply because of the lack of forage.
On such a cold day, if the cattle and sheep have enough food, they will not freeze to death, but once they are not full, they will easily freeze to death.
Compared with cattle and sheep, horses are more important to the tribesmen, and they are naturally carefully cared for.
Many cattle and sheep die every winter.
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Frozen to death, starved to death.
These cattle and sheep that were frozen to death and starved to death would be turned into rations for the clansmen.
This is like a law of survival on the grassland, a natural phenomenon.
But this year's natural phenomena came a little violent.
Most of the cattle and sheep died.
The weather was much colder than usual, and the cattle, sheep and horses ate more forage.
The appetite of cattle and sheep is large, and the forage is insufficient, and now they can only barely supply the horses, as well as some cattle and sheep.
By the beginning of spring, there will be more dead cattle and sheep.
In the end, how many cattle and sheep will be left is unknown.
Maybe 30 percent, maybe only 20 percent, or even 1 percent. winter The people can drink a lot of wine, eat a lot of meat, eat it so much that they can't even eat it all.
But after the winter has passed, at the beginning of the next spring, without a sufficient number of cattle and sheep, it is impossible to give birth to a sufficient number of lambs and cowboys.
Without enough lambs and cowboys, after a few days, the tribe will start to have enough to eat, and then a large number of people will starve to death.
This is a situation that Qianghu does not want to see.
The cold wind is howling and the snow is flying.
There was a huge tent in Yuezhi City, and even in such a big wind and snow, it still couldn't hide its majesty.
This is the king's tent of Qianghu.
Like other nomads, the Qianghu have a much stricter hierarchy than the Han Chinese.
Here, the high-ranking Qianghu such as tribal leaders, sacrifices, and tribal warriors are able to have larger tents and more women.
You can use Han silk, you can use Han utensils, you can drink Han wine, and you can even use Han women.
And the low-ranking Qianghu, and even slaves, can only manage a few of their own cattle and sheep in their own small tents.
In the winter, the old and weak were frozen to death and starved to death, and all those who remained were strong.
In the king's tent, many people were sitting on their knees at this time.
King Xiqiang sat on the throne of tiger skin, like a lion pretending to sleep, and closed his eyes.
He was middle-aged, and his dark yellow and blackened skin hid a body with explosive power, even if he closed his eyes, the majesty he exuded still made the sacrifices, tribal leaders, and tribal warriors in the big tent tremble, and even his own breathing became soft.
The king of Xiqiang, as their king, was never a simple figure.
Those who can sit in this position have experienced the baptism of blood and fire, sword and sword, just like this nation.
The throne has always been paved with blood.
Whether it is in the savage steppe tribes or in the civilized Han Empire, it is the same.
There was a mess in the big tent, and finally, a strong man in fine armor stood up, looking at his appearance, he was somewhat similar to the king of Xiqiang, but there was still some childishness between his eyebrows and eyes.
Although he is childish, the blood on his hands is definitely not less.
"Father, we have to gather the grassland warriors quickly, otherwise after the beginning of spring, our people will have to starve to death."
Listening to Prince Xiangli's words, King Xiqiang suddenly opened his eyes, and the noise in the big tent disappeared in an instant
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