Dong Zhuo's father Dong Ya, Dong Yasheng Dong Zhuo, Dong Zhuo and Dong Min, and Dong Zhuosheng Dong Huang was the only brother who was poor in the northwest. Because of the condolences of the northwest, there was a custom of brothers ending with each other. After his elder brother Dong Zhuo died of illness, Dong Huang became Dong Zhuo's other son.

Dong is the beloved daughter of the Baima Qiang Lao Wang. When he got married, he only had 500 dowry generals. Dong Zhuo had many prestige among the Qiang tribe, and more than half of the credit would fall on Dong.

Dong is the beloved daughter of the Qiang King. He has been strong and domineering since childhood. Dong Zhuo is also a brave man in the northwest. However, their son Dong Mao fell into a disability since childhood.

Just imagine, if another great man came to visit his home and saw that Dong Zhuo's son was disabled, he said a few "waste" words in person, whether intentionally or unintentionally. Dong Zhuo, Dong might not care too much at first, but if a guest came, he would say a few words and a few words. After a long time, how can two strong people think about it?

Gradually, the couple stopped asking about their own son Dong Mao, and gave all their fatherly and motherly love to their son Dong Huang in another sense.

Humans are real animals, such as the generals under Dong Zhuo and the servants at home. It would be nice to not be respectful in front of Dong Mao, not to be sarcastic in person, or to show ridicule or hypocritical sympathy!

People in Lintao knew that Dong Hu was close to Dong Mao since childhood, so they beat Dong Huang, Niu Fu, Li Jue, Guo Si and others for this. Even so, Dong did not pay too much attention or blame him. One reason was that Dong Hu was her in a sense, and that was Dong Hu's way of business. No matter how rich and rich the merchants were, could they still become a prosperous and prosperous family?

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The Han Dynasty was established for four hundred years. No family of any famous family that has been around for hundreds of years has been established by relying on merits. How could the Dong family care too much about Dong Hu, who sells sheep and salt, pay too much attention to Dong Mao, the son Dong Hu is close to him?

But now it is different. Dong Hu's words made Dong Zhuo regain his reinst as a general. In ten days, he recruited two thousand mercenaries and became a battalion general. His son also became a lieutenant with five hundred soldiers. Two younger generations who had never paid attention to it, and in ten days, he also embarked on the path of military generals.

On that day, Dong heard how Dong Hu gave advice and saw with his own eyes how Dong Zhuo, who had been idle for a year, regained himself as a general. After that, although she did not see with her own eyes how Dong Hu planned to quell the military power of the army, how could he not tell her clearly after Dong Zhuo returned home?

Dong is the princess of the Baima Qiang. She has been looking down on countless battles and fights since she was a child. She is very clear about the difference between Dong Hu and Niu Fu. Whether from the perspective of their biological son or from the future of the family, after hearing Dong Hu's concern about intercepting the deadly letter due to the contempt or hostility of Dong Huang, Niu Fu and others, the first person behind Dong Zhuo also showed his due ruthlessness.

Dong Zhuo was both awe and grateful to Dong. Dong was the beloved daughter of Lao Wang of Baima Qiang. Baima Qiang occupied the entire Songfan grassland. If it were not for the mountain terrain, the Baima Qiang would be placed in the Hehuang Valley, then it would definitely be the overlord of Hehuang.

The Baima Qiang is in the Songfan grassland on the plateau. It is strong and far away from the battle centers of the Qiang tribes. When there is no conflict of interest, the Qiang tribes are unwilling to offend the Baima Qiang son-in-law Dong Zhuo, which invisibly elevates Dong Zhuo's noble status among the Qiang people.

Having status requires strength, and the five hundred generals of Dong's dowry are strength!

Dong's identity and dowry were the biggest capital of Dong Zhuo when he started his family. Not to mention Niu Fu, who was afraid of his wife, even Dong Zhuo and Dong Min, the two brothers Dong Min dared not anger her.

Dong Zhong, Dong San, Dong Si... Even Dong Hu's biological father Dong Da, the third team leader Yao Shan, the squadron leader Yao Yong and Yang Yi were all close family members who were dowry when Dong was married. It was also because of this relationship that Dong Hu beat Dong Huang, Niu Fu and his generals into pig heads, and Dong Zhuo just pretended not to see it.

I didn't care about my own son before, because Dong himself was disappointed and gave birth to a useless son. He turned a blind eye to Dong Huang and Niu Fu bullying Dong Mao. But when his son inherited his father's ambition and embarked on the martial arts journey, how could he be willing to bully others like this and suppress his own son?

Dong Zhong, Dong San and Dong Si are all over forty years old, and they are all family members who have not fought for a long time. Logically speaking, it is impossible for such an old man to escort a letter in person, but the three of them even led a hundred old brothers to Chang'an day and night in the wind and snow...

Dong Hu and Dong Mao stood at the door of Dong Mansion, watching the hundred and ten veterans riding three times away, Dong Hu felt a sudden sigh.

"It's still my aunt who is domineering enough, she even took out the third and fourth uncles!"

Dong Mao remained silent for a long time...

"well……"

"I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing..."

Dong Mao is kind-hearted, but he is not stupid. He can see the hidden meaning of his mother, but his family members who were in love back then were old after all.

Dong Hu was not as worried as Dong Mao, and helped him walk on the slippery ground.

"I think so much, and we can go our own way and save others from rolling their eyes."

Dong Mao smiled helplessly.

"It would be great if it was so simple!"

"It's not easy and there's no way. Leave the headaches to my aunt. Let's live our own life!"

Dong Mao smiled bitterly, Dong Hu looked indifferent. For him, he could take advantage of the situation, but not rely on others.

The road was slippery when it was cold and Dong Mao was not good at his legs and feet. He should have sat in the carriage and chatted about what had happened in the past month or two, but both seemed to be unwilling to sit in the carriage. Instead, Dong Hu bent his arms and held Dong Mao, slipping step by step, talking about what had happened to each other for a month or two, and from time to time, accompanied by a burst of happy laughter...

It is extremely tiring to support a person who is one shorter than him. Not only is he tired, but Dong Mao was also very uncomfortable when he was supported. After the two walked dozens of steps, they turned from being supported to a couple who had been holding their arms for many years. This made Hua Xiong, the general behind them, very... strange.

On the contrary, Dong Xiaoyi, Da Ya, Yao Shan, Yao Yong, and Yang Yi were no different. They looked at the two men holding their arms and laughed happily. Seeing Dong Hu raising his arms and doing exaggerated actions, the few people thought this was a normal thing.

It’s like drinking water when you’re thirsty and eating when you’re hungry.

There are very few things that can make people laugh happily in this world. They are intrigues in Jishishan, and in the prefect of Didao, they are still intrigues after returning to Lintao.

Perhaps Dong Mao was more kind and generous than he had seen since childhood. Dong Hu also didn't like intrigue, but he knew better what kind of world this was. He asked himself over and over again whether it was Zhuang Zhou or the butterfly who loved to dream...

When I woke up in my dream, I was still in a low house, and I was still barely surrounded by houses, and a group of beggars called me for my elder brother...

For Dong Hu, calculating others is very tiring, but for some people, calculating others is a pleasure, but is it just that calculating others, or is it a mantis stalking the cicada or the oriole behind?

That's only God knows.

The heavy snow in the northwest is very cold, and the cold wind is sharper than a knife. It should have been a friend of literati and poets who gathered together. Sitting on the top of a towering mountain, with fine wine and other fingers, it was passionate to point out the country. But for Song Yang, who was struggling with five feet of snow, he would rather hide in a thick bedding and discuss life with a gentle woman...

"thump."

Song Yang held an eight-foot wooden stick in one hand and pulled a war horse hard with the other hand, murmured and cursed in a vague manner. Perhaps the war horse noticed the danger ahead and neighed and was unwilling to move forward. Song Yang was so angry that he was about to beat the stick. The war horse was finally afraid to take a small step forward. The next moment, where was Song Yang still there?

"Save me quickly-"

With a sharp sound, several men like snowmen hurriedly stepped forward to help. Fortunately, when Song Yang fell into the snow cave, he was still holding the reins in his hand, otherwise he would have died before he could succeed.

The whole group of people came forward to help, and soon dragged Song Yang up. The leader was about to slap the snow on his body...

"roll--"

Song Yang pushed the man staggeringly, and saw Song Yang pointing in the direction of Yunwu City and roaring.

"Han Sui--"

"Li Wenhou--"

Song Yang roared angrily, and all thirty or forty people looked helpless. Along the way, I don’t know how many times he roared.

“Huhu…”

“Huhu…”

Heavy breathing is like a snow dragon...

"snort!"

"Continue to rush!"

Song Yang didn't know how many lifetimes he cursed Beigong Boyu, Han Sui, and Li Wenhou. If Li Wenhou hadn't learned that Dong Zhuo had taken time to Lintao's troops, if Han Sui had not sent envoys to Gan Lang Qiang, if it weren't for the damn Beigong Boyu, how could he have suffered such a disaster?

I don’t know how many people I scolded as Buddha in my heart, but he still had to move forward step by step.

It is extremely difficult for me to go to Ganlang Valley. I don’t know how many mountains and ridges I have to climb along the way. Even if I don’t pee, I can freeze the slugs in winter. It is also extremely difficult.

"snort!"

Before others could trek hard for a hundred steps, Song Yang snorted coldly again.

"A few days left!"

The man who was protecting him tightly knew what he meant and observed it for a while.

"If it's faster, you can arrive at the Ganlang Qiang tribe in three days."

"snort!"

Song Yang snorted coldly again. Before he could raise his legs, his feet slipped and he fell down his butt again. He was so angry that he pounded the hard ground as hard as iron.

No matter how angry I was, I had to raise my legs and feet high again, and struggled to hug my waist deep in the snow...

"Aoah..."

A shrill wolf howl suddenly resounded through the valley. Song Yang was shocked and couldn't help but look back at the pack of wolves that appeared again a hundred steps away. His original anger disappeared.

"What's going on?"

"Catching up again so soon?"

Looking at the dozens of wolf packs approaching again, the leading man looked solemn.

"We should be about to leave their territory, they want more tributes!"

Song Yang frowned for a moment and said coldly: "Come on, throw them two horses!"

"Let's wait!"

The leader shouted loudly and looked at Song Yang solemnly.

"In just one day, they could not eat six horses, but they still chased after them, which only means that we are about to leave their territory. They want to leave more tributes, or... they want to leave us all!"

"It means that there are still a group of mountain gods ahead. If we throw all the tributes here and step into the territory of another tribute, the tributes... are us!"

The leading man strode to meet the pack of wolves surrounding him. Thirty or forty people behind him looked at each other, and they pulled out arrows and stood behind the leading man in an arc...

"I've given tribute, I want more..."

"Take it with your life—"

The leader roared to the sky, and the arrow in his hand shot out instantly. The wolf pack that was jumping and dodging suddenly, but the green wolf on the left let out a shrill howl.
Chapter completed!