The young man clamped his gaze, like the fox eyes mentioned in the book, "It's not that the general didn't think of this possibility at all, it's just that the general doesn't want to believe that the khan will really be so ruthless! But another thing, I have to remind the general, I and the general are just relatives of the khan and the great clan." He is more than us, less than us, and if occasionally relatives like us are really of some use, they will not hesitate to throw us into any torrent or fire!"

The young man's words were like a sharp sword, piercing the Khan's cousin's body at once, and countless wind, rain and yellow sand entered his body, and such labor pains forced him to wake up, and he remembered that when he came out, his father had been kneeling on the ground, pleading with the Khan. He would have remembered the scene at that time, the Khan was originally furious, but suddenly smiled at him, and the people in the arsenal had a strong sense of superiority. What would be the consequences of provoking them to anger, and he was so excited that he never thought about whether the Khan actually wanted to kill himself? It turned out that the Khan could give the gift to the arsenal, and the gift that the Khan used to rebuild the old relationship with the arsenal was himself, and kill the person who made the second. I see. He turned his horse's head around and tried to run back to the Khan to find out.

A sneer came from behind him, "What the general needs is not the right answer, but the opportunity he gives himself." What you need is to turn everything around now with your own strength. ”

Khan's cousin stared at the young man in front of him and wondered, can a person who is not perfect in saving himself really save me from fire and water?

The young man smiled lightly, "Of course the general can not believe me. All the facts are there, and the general can judge right from wrong. But it doesn't hurt to listen to the advice of not wanting money, the general should say the opposite of the Khan's intentions. That is, don't really offend those arsenals. ”

"But the people in the arsenal won't listen to me at all, they must hate me to death. Khan's cousin's hands were shaking, and not so long ago he thought he would never have to be angry with those people again. The transformation of the world is faster than a thunderstorm. He didn't seem to have time to persuade himself to accept it, and he had to accept it. But there is a right to disgust. He put on a face of hatred for those people.

"General, whether you like to be hated by them or to be killed by their swords, you should still be able to distinguish between the two, it seems that it is much better to be hated! It often backfires, and there are often other arrangements! But for the general, fortunately, the other arrangement is still in your hands. The young man looked like he was glad to help him.

Khan's cousin finally sorted out the clues from the previous horror, "Khan, he will hate me too." ”

"Those are better than dying under his sword!"

The Khan's brother roared hysterically, "He will kill me sooner or later, and my disobedience is so clear that it has clearly ruined his great affairs, and he will no longer tolerate me." ”

"That's natural, the Khan will hate you, but even if he will kill you to vent his anger, he must find a perfect crime to convince his uncle. And that's enough time for you to redeem yourself, and that's enough. When a storm comes, people don't try to stop it, but find a safe place to shelter from it. The same is true. You have to avoid his sword, even if it's temporary. Of course, look for strength. The generals can take refuge in my people, and they will be kind to the generals who are hurt. The boy's gaze became darker when he spoke of his own people! It was evident that it was a vain that even he did not believe! There was no word of kindness in the combination of fire and hot oil.

Khan's cousin was still frowning, "That's still exploiting." You're only going to give me all sorts of honors for the time being, and after that......" He thought of something, and didn't say any more.

The young man in front of him was already laughing breathlessly, and he understood what Khan's cousin was afraid of. Before that, he had been well protected, the son of a nobleman, and the whirlpool of power had been blocked out of his body by his father and brothers, so the crazy yellow sand looked at him in his eyes, and it was also safe and orderly, and now everything, everything cruel, was completely beyond his understanding of all the tribulations in this world, so he collapsed instantly, and he couldn't find a fragment of his body, once upon a time he was as lonely and helpless as he was, until his aunt sent him a gloomy prison, which finally let him see the true face of the sharpening, but at the same time let him know that the grinding is necessary, and the soft palm can't hold anythingHe could only pick up everything he wanted by passing through the sword, through the blood, and through the hard sand.

Perhaps he should also be thankful that these trials came from his youth, not from the twilight of his years, when he was powerless to change everything, and he put a smile on his face again, as if he were the true redeemer, "The general's vision is really long-term, and now you are looking forward to the glory and wealth of your life? From the moment you were chosen by your cousin to become a gift, you must not let go of your guard against anyone in this world at any time." Of course, it's a bit cruel to say that, but I've experienced it, and I know that they are powerful and pervasive. If you can't even pass the threshold in front of you, what is the future? Nightmares also have their benefits. It often makes people sober!"

The Khan's cousin looked down at his own mount, and felt that even it understood the present situation, and thus trembled, and the night fog had completely descended, and it passed through it at will, sometimes hitting its cheeks, sometimes covering it, and the road he was about to walk was so far away, that he had read many war books and tactics in his childhood, and he was sure that he did not like them. Then he turned around and read a lot of Han Chinese books. He loved those books so much. At that time, I went to enjoy the landscape of the Han land depicted in the book. But now he was really annoyed that he had not sharpened his palms and had the certainty of hitting the throat of his enemies, as his other brothers and sisters had done.

He was confused. I also want to stick my head in the sand and not ask about the world.

But no, he knew no, the young man in front of him had already told him that everything was imminent!

He suddenly wanted to hear more from the boy to convince him, but when he raised his eyes, he found that the boy had already turned his horse's head and galloped away in the direction he had come!

He looked at the back, and when he saw that his figure was shrinking, his heart twitched, and the stubbornness that had just been hidden in him seemed to drift away with the wind as the boy left, and he was so frightened that he almost wanted to cry, he was going to disobey the Khan's orders, but even his father did not dare to do such a thing. All the choices are made today, once the decision is made, there is no room for return, does he really want to join the family of the Da Yan family?