It wasn't until long after Baji left the tent that Guo Erhe still hadn't recovered from the shock. He seemed to feel that he was dreaming, dreaming that the eldest prince was actually going to rebel? But the sharp pain in my finger told myself that it was all true.

100,000 soldiers and horses, rushing into the Golden Palace, controlling the Khan, great things can be accomplished. This is the beautiful blueprint that Badji described to him. Everything seems to be very easy, but Guo Erhe has a beastly instinct, and he feels that the idea of going too well is generally not going to go very well.

For example, the Khan's Qingyun Iron Guard, which is an iron guard that amazes all the tribes of the grassland, can his 100,000 soldiers and horses compete with the Qingyun Iron Guard? For another example, if 100,000 soldiers knew that this was a rebellion, would they mutiny?

"Why was I inexplicably dragged onto the ship, and why did I agree to such a thing?" Guo Erhe was full of remorse for accepting the eldest prince's beauties and gifts, and he sighed, "Greed hurts people, and beauty misleads people." ”

It's a pity that it's impossible to go back now, and he was forced by Baji to swear a heavy oath. Guo Erhe's heart was very heavy, he did not blindly believe that the coup d'état would be as foolproof as Baji described, and he began to worry about his future.

For three days, Guo Erhe didn't sleep a single soundly. He always dreamed of a failed coup d'état and then he was captured, and Mozang Khatun and the Khan laughed at him and sentenced him to a heavy sentence. He dreamed that he was tied up and burned alive in front of the Xiang Qiang people.

Guo Erhe opened his eyes suddenly, gasping for breath in fright, sweat had already soaked his back, and then he couldn't sleep anymore, his eyes were open motionless until dawn.

"No, it can't go on like this." Guo Erhe said to himself, but he remembered the oath he had made to the Red Crow Heavenly God, "If you betray, you will not die well...... I can't die well......"

"But if you don't betray, you will die." Guo Erhe looked in the direction of the Golden Palace, thinking that he would die anyway, and if he rebelled with the eldest prince, he might die earlier and die even worse.

On the grassland, two black horses galloped one after the other, rushing down the grassy slope. The horses were running on the grassland, and the sound of horses' hooves pierced the silent sky. And the man on horseback, one was a handsome young man, and the other was an older adult man, but he was still skilled in bowing horses.

That was the Khan and his youngest son, Tuoba Yan, who were racing horses. When he was about to rush down the hill, the young man raised his whip violently, whipped it down fiercely, and then clamped his legs, and the horse that sat down neighed and pedaled hard, instantly overtaking the other black horse by half a horse.

The victory and defeat have been decided, Khan looked at his youngest son with satisfaction, and praised: "Yes, there is progress in equestrianism." ”

"My son still has a lot to do and needs to practice." Tuoba Yan knew that his father Khan did not do his best, he was the Khan of the steppe, not to mention the first in riding martial arts, but also a master. He's just a kid, and he's no better than his father.

"It's about practicing hard." Tuoba Hao patted his youngest son on the shoulder, "Father has high hopes for you, don't let it down." ”

"Father?" Tuoba Yan has also heard some rumors lately, they say that the eldest brother Tuoba Yan is decadent and depressed, and he drinks heavily every day, and the Khan is very disappointed in him. It is also said that now that the situation is gradually becoming clear, the Khan is about to pass on to the third prince.

"That Qin Luo, did you get the result of your interrogation?" After Tuoba Hao threw Qin Luo to Tuoba Yan, he never paid attention to it, but today, he suddenly asked about it.

"He ......" Tuoba Yan was angry and sad when he mentioned Qin Luo now, and said sullenly, "Father Khan, you're right, Qin Luo did deliberately let go of the little emperor of Southern Chu." ”

Tuoba Hao nodded knowingly, "Did you kill Qin Luo?" ”

"I didn't ...... Didn't kill. Tuoba Yan bowed his head, he remembered that when he saved Qin Luo, he swore to his father in the Golden Palace that if Qin Luo betrayed, he would definitely kill this person.

"Ah, your heart is as kind as a sheep, and you are too gullible to others. In the future, you will rule Qingyun, and even you will go south and dominate the Central Plains. Kings are ruthless, you are so soft-hearted, how will you rule in the future? ”

Tuoba Yan raised his head, wanting to justify something, and said eagerly: "Father...... I ......"

The Khan waved his hand and interrupted his youngest son, "I said that his life and death are up to you. It still counts, and your father won't force you to kill him or let him go. Do what you want. ”

"Father......" Tuoba Yan lowered his head and said with some guilt.

"There is an old saying in the Central Plains, eat a trench and grow wisdom. Not only to Qin Luo, but also to others, don't trust them too much. Even your loved ones have to be on the lookout at all times. ”

Tuoba Yan frowned, not understanding the meaning of his father's words.

"Child, you have to remember that you are the master of Qingyun, and your ancestor is the Tuoba clan." Tuoba Hao finally said to his son.

Early in the morning, Qin Luo got up from the stable and began his day's work.

It is true that the work in the racetrack is easier than in the quarry, but it is not heavy work, but dirty work. But Qin Luo was still very grateful to the caretaker of the racecourse, it was an old man with gray hair, it was he who saw Qin Luo's pity, so he told the people in the quarry to leave him.

I especially remember that during the time in the quarry, the steward came to the stable before dawn and escorted Qin Luo on the mountain road for a long time before he could work in the quarry. Qin Luo walked dozens of miles every day, and he had to carry large stones, his shoes were worn out in a few days, his feet were all blistered, and he was wearing heavy shackles, making it even more difficult to walk. Every step I take, like walking on the tip of a knife, there are bursts of heart-piercing pain. However, the steward still thought he was grinding, and he was very angry, and whipped Qin Luo with a whip, urging him to hurry up and work like a cattle.

is still the old man who guards the racecourse, and he can't stand it at first. That day, he brought some medicine to Qin Luo and asked him, "Whose slave are you, being tossed like this?" ”

"Three...... The Three Princes'. Qin Luo replied.

"The Third Prince?" The old man was puzzled, "Haven't you heard that the third prince has the habit of abusing slaves?" ”

Qin Luo smiled bitterly: "I did something wrong and was punished to the quarry." ”

Later, the kind old man suggested to the steward that it was better to let Qin Luo come to the racecourse to work, at least he didn't have to toss and turn on the road every day.

The person in charge couldn't sleep well during this time, and he had to go to the ranch twice a day. He thought about it, there were few slaves in the racecourse, and they were all doing dirty work, which was not much different from the request of the third prince, so he agreed.

The steward told again: "The third prince said, let him sleep in the stable alone, don't talk to him, the handcuffs and ankles must be worn all day, and he can't be allowed to run away." The third prince also said that he should be isolated from other slaves. ”

The old man glanced at Qin Luo with a little sympathy, nodded and said to the steward: "Understand, understand, don't worry." ”