The young man was happy to receive praise, but when he thought that he had no chance to display his riding and shooting skills, he frowned slightly and whispered: "My father's riding and shooting skills are better than mine, but what's the use? Useful place."

My father had to work hard to earn money to support his family. He could not read or write, so he could only do odd jobs here and there to help his father.

Long Qi hurriedly turned around and looked at the middle-aged man who was still ill, and whispered in Su Baoer's ear. Su Baoer, who was as shrewd as he was, understood immediately. He came to the young man and said a few words. The young man nodded silently, Watch them leave.

There are yurt inns set up on the grassland for tourists, most of which are set up by local residents. They picked the most luxurious one, paid a lot of money for it, and ordered a roasted whole lamb.

When distinguished guests arrive, the place becomes extremely busy, with singing and dancing, delicious food, and bonfires at night with singing and dancing.

Su Baoer was accustomed to this kind of scene, but Shen Li was still a little restrained. From being a secret guard to being an official in the public eye, he still couldn't get rid of the shackles of the past. Long Qi was calm, truly calm.

The ups and downs I experienced after learning about the true suffering of the Mongol people seemed to have suddenly disappeared and are not worth mentioning at all.

They enjoyed a good night. In the early morning of the next day, the owner of the Prairie Inn came to inform them that a father and son came outside, saying that they came to thank them for saving their lives and begging to come and see them.

Su Baoer naturally agreed. When the father and son came in, the young man still looked compassionate. If Qin Feng saw him, he would have called him an angry young man. But the young man's father, a middle-aged man who had sobered up, had a calm temperament. .

The moment he saw him, a scene flashed through Long Qi's mind. Almost at the same time, the middle-aged man looked at Long Qi with doubts in his eyes. There was a flash of light in his eyes, but it disappeared immediately, leaving only Bitter.

Long Qi suddenly signaled Su Baoer and Shen Li to go out to look for the wind. Then he came to the middle-aged man and asked tentatively: "Bale?"

The middle-aged man's throat surged, but he still couldn't recognize the person in front of him. Long Qi called out again: "Master Bale."

Ba Le had not heard of this title for many years. The Dongyue royal family had a prince Fu. In fact, the children of the Twelve Yao leaders also had special tutors, but there were not so many tricks. Ba Le was one of the tutors at that time.

Long Qi suddenly stretched out his arm, held Bale's hand tightly, and then formed a posture. This posture...

Balak shouted: "Is it the young master?"

His appearance has indeed changed greatly. After all, when he was living in exile, his features were far less mature than they are now. Long Qi knew that time was limited and whispered: "Back then, the uncles and descendants of the tribe joined me. Now I am here as an envoy from another country, and I will leave immediately." I want to go back to my country.”

The gathering was only short-lived, and Bale felt sad. He heard Long Qi say again: "It is said that Lord Beimo has a very good way of governing. I thought your life would be very good, but it turned out that it was all an illusion. The Mongol people are not good. "Juqu Pavilion

Balak's nose was slightly sour and he couldn't help but shed tears: "In the beginning, it was just for reputation and to consolidate the king's power, but later it went against its previous behavior."

"I already know everything." Long Qi couldn't bear to let Bale repeat it again, and said quickly: "Before I came, I thought that if you lived a good life, lived and worked in peace and contentment, and were stable, that's all. The hatred in our hearts What's the point?"

"But everything I see, see with my own eyes, and hear with my ears makes me angry," Long Qi whispered: "If the Mongolian people are willing to do this, that's it. If they are not willing to accept it like that kid, I am willing to fight. ."

Balak never thought that such a day would come, and immediately said: "The Mongol people are so free-spirited in nature, how can they be willing to become a lower-class people!"

"That's good. Once I leave, I can only come back next time in the name of trade. I will leave you a sum of money. It won't be too much, but it will be enough for you not to worry about food and clothing, so that you can take the time to help me. Do something else."

Long Qi motioned Balak to come over and explain something in his ear. The young man stood not far away and watched his father whisper to the man who had reached out to help him twice. His attitude was respectful and pious, and he felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart. Tuanhuo, even he himself didn't know why.

Balak was not in a hurry when he left. He still took the things given by Long Qi with him, but he still looked a little weak.

After seeing off the father and son, Long Qi seemed a lot more relaxed. When Su Baoer and Shen Li came in, they saw that he was relaxed and he was actually getting a drink by himself. Su Baoer laughed and said: "You kid, you have been so relaxed since entering." Even when I was in Tianshui, I had a frown on my face, but now I feel better."

"It is indeed a bit of a shock." Long Qi had to admit: "It's time for us to go back."

The people who were most reluctant to leave all spoke up. Shen Li's injury was not serious. Su Bao'er was also anxious about the next delivery. After resting for a night, he exchanged those silver notes for gold and silver. Things, once again embarked on the return journey.

On the day before leaving, relevant people from Beimo came to see him off, apologizing in and out of his words. Nawuya also pointed them to look at the high platform in the distance, where someone was kneeling on the ground with his head lowered, but from his body shape From the looks of it, he looks very much like the assassin that night.

"Master Su, Master Long, Master Shen, please look, this is the man who didn't know whether to live or die that night. Now he has been captured without any help. Quanfa is the farewell gift today." Wu Ya smiled at the corner of his mouth, raised his hand, and saw the high platform. The beheading knife fell and the head fell to the ground!

The onlookers just wanted to join in the fun, but they didn't expect such a bloody scene, and they screamed in shock for a while.

Fortunately, they were far away. They only saw a human head rolling to the side, and something splashed out, but they couldn't see the blood clearly, let alone the person's appearance. Su Baoer secretly scolded them for being pretentious, but still wanted to be polite. : "I have received your country's sincerity."

"Then we will keep in close contact from now on, and don't have any bad feelings." Wu Ya cupped his hands and said, "Please be careful on your way, and I hope everything goes well."

As they were about to leave Tianshui City, there was a group of personal guards behind them who were said to be escorted by Hai Motian himself. Su Baoer couldn't help but spit in the carriage: "Damn, are you really enthusiastic, or are you just guarding us?"

The team of personal guards walked a hundred miles before turning around and leaving. Su Baoer was already unhappy that they kept following them, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Just thinking of the beheaded head on the high platform, Su Baoer was still dubious: "It's so far away, God knows if it was the man that day. You two are good at it, can you see clearly?"

"The body shapes are similar, and there are even the same tattoos on the arms, but they are not the same person." Long Qi said firmly: "The internal strength of the person who stabbed at night is unpredictable. How could Hai Motian be willing to take his life for such a master. "
Chapter completed!