In any book Yang Yuanqing read in his previous life, Yang Guang was a representative of cruelty and incompetent person. This was the first time he heard from his grandfather that Yang Guang was actually a talented man. This surprised him and also a little funny. Will a talented man kill the second generation of the Sui Dynasty?

Yang Su glanced at him, and he felt that his grandson was not convinced, and couldn't help but shake his head and smiled, "What do you know, you stupid child? Do you think the Great Sui Dynasty was a Han Dynasty? It was still the Xianbei Dynasty in its core, and it was still the Guanzhong system created by Yuwen Tai. It was just an emperor with Han blood. Do you think the contradictions and barriers of the Han and Hu for hundreds of years were so easy to reconcile?"

Yang Su sighed slightly, "The emperor was not in a good position, which made him unable to make a complete change. It was more of a compromise. Which of the nobles in Guanlong were not eyeing him covetously. If there was a chance, who wouldn't want to replace him? Do you think the emperor didn't understand? But who dared to kill? Even Yu Zeqing, he endured for eighteen years before he got rid of it. The eight pillars of the Northern Zhou Dynasty were all above the court officials, but he did not dare to move. The emperor wanted to move the capital to Luoyang and break the Guanzhong system, but he began to

It will never happen. Now that Yang Jian is here, these Guanlong nobles dare not act rashly. If he leaves, with Yang Yong's weakness and mediocrity, he is just another Emperor Xiaojing and Emperor Gong of Wei. Yang Jian is of course aware of the potential crisis. Yang Yong's ears are too soft, his mind is not strong, he is frivolous in doing things, and he cannot understand the importance of sinicization. He is deeply disappointed by Yang Jian. Therefore, changing King Jin to the crown prince is an inevitable result. For the country and country of Sui, he will not hesitate to abolish the eldest son."

Yang Yuanqing had nothing to say for a while, but it was not that his grandfather's opinion convinced him. This was just his grandfather's family's words and might not believe it. The key was that he did not have a deep understanding of this era and had no say. But one thing he was sure that Yang Yong was deposed was definitely not because of what some books said, but because Empress Dugu liked Yang Guang. The abolition of the eldest son who had been appointed as the crown prince for nearly 20 years was a big fuss, and it was definitely not determined by the personal preferences of a queen.

However, he also carefully discovered that his grandfather mentioned Yang Jian's name several times, which was a disrespect for the emperor by his ministers, and he should never have. He suddenly realized that perhaps his grandfather was also one of the ambitious Guanlong nobles whom he said were.

At this time, Yang Yuanqing suddenly remembered something and asked again: "Grandfather, I heard from the clan uncle that our ancestors and the ancestors of the Supreme Master were both the Han Taiwei Yang Zhen. Could it be that we and the Supreme Master of the Supreme Master are the same clan?"

"That's right!"

Yang Su's smile was a bit reluctant. Sometimes Yang Jian also told him that they were brothers of the same clan. In fact, Yang Jian's father Yang Zhong was born in the Han Han clan in Shandong. He attached himself to the Yang family of Hongnong Huayin because of Yuwen Tai's order to "return to Guanzhong". All the elders in these clans knew that, but no one is allowed to mention it now, so he naturally would not say it to Yang Yuanqing.

"We are just distant relatives, all of whom are famous Yang family in the Huayin of Hongnong. The court recognized that the emperor also recognized that we were of the same clan. When the emperor was the Prime Minister of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, I returned to Hongnong with him to worship his ancestors."

Yang Su attaches great importance to this grandson and inadvertently said heartfelt words in front of him, but he did not think that Yuan Qing could understand. Yuan Qing was only ten years old after all.

He patted Yuan Qing on the shoulder and reminded him: "You can't tell anyone what I said just now, whether you remember or can't remember it, you can't tell anyone, do you understand?"

"Grandson understands!"

"Let's go! Crossing the river early tomorrow morning and crossing the Yellow River means officially entering the war zone. The army is about to enter the wartime state. You scouts are busy and go back early to rest."

The grandparents and grandson turned their horses and slowly returned to the camp.

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At the fourth update of the next day, Yang Yuanqing was awakened by the low horn sound. He jumped up and shouted to the nine subordinates around him: "Attach me all, the military horn rings!"

Everyone muttered and got up, all of them were sleepy. Seeing that Yang Sien refused to get up, Yang Yuanqing kicked him hard, "Yang Daxiong, get up for me!"

Yang Sien's leg was almost kicked and the pain was unbearable, so she had to curse. At this time, a report soldier outside the tent shouted: "Yang Huochang, the leader of a hundred people asked you to draw lots!"

"Everyone packs up, I'll go draw a lottery to see how luck is!"

Yang Yuanqing gave a few instructions and hurriedly ran towards the tent of the hundred-man leader. The tent was filled with other fire chiefs. They were the third team of the second regiment, and the leader of the first team was called the tent of the hundred-man leader, and the abbreviation of the hundred-man leader.

Ten fires have one hundred people, and the surname is He. He is a Huhua Han Chinese. His ancestors were soldiers in Six Towns. After the uprising of Six Towns, his ancestors were placed in Youzhou. He Baichang was very strong in shape, but he was also fair in his work and liked to draw lots to decide tasks.

"I'm not lucky to draw lots in the regiment. I'll draw dead lottery. The whole team has to go thousands of miles northwest to explore the main force of the enemy. Only one fire can be left. You can draw! Depending on who has good luck, I'll draw this new lottery."

The scouts who explore the main force of the enemy are the most dangerous, and the mortality rate is extremely high, so they are also called dead signs. However, He Baichang is not lucky and wins the lottery. According to the regulations, nine stays one, which means that one cannot die. He must leave one fire and continue the seed.

"Everyone, please smoke it!"

He Baichang took out ten marks and squeezed them into his hand. One of them was a half-red mark. If he drew it, he could stay. He Baichang didn't know Yang Yuanqing's identity. If he knew, he would not dare to draw lots if he beat him to death.

This kind of lottery depends entirely on luck. There is no flower head. The fire chiefs don’t look at each one. Yang Yuanqing is the fifth draw. He draws a black draw. In other words, he draws a dead draw, and it’s not his turn to stay. In the end, the eighth fire chief won a half-red draw. He couldn’t help but smile, “Damn it, my left eyelid twitches today. I’m really lucky!”

He Baichang slapped him, "Get back quickly and show off to me here."

He said to everyone again: "Okay, after receiving the token, there is a sheepskin raft at the door. Each person takes one and set off immediately!"

Everyone received the token silently and walked quickly outside the tent. However, He Baichang patted Yang Yuanqing on the shoulder and stared at him and said, "Brother Yang, I hope I can see you come back alive!"

"Don't worry! If I don't want to die, God can't do anything."

Yang Yuanqing replied with a smile and then left the tent. At this time, a soldier rushed over and clasped his fists at He Baichang and said, "He Baichang, General Yu, please tell you to go!"

He Baichang was stunned. General Yu looked for him. He scratched the back of his head, wondering if he heard it wrong. The general of the first army actually found him a small 100-man leader. He was a little flattered and ran to the tent in a panic.

But Yang Yuanqing didn't know that he was dragging a sheepskin raft back to his tent. Everyone had already packed up. Seeing him coming back, Yang Sien immediately entangled him with a smile on his face, "Long Fire, call me! I'll carry this sheepskin raft for you."

Yang Yuanqing knew that he had a purpose to please him, so he said angrily: "If you have a fart, please don't go around it."

Yang Sien scratched her head embarrassedly and said dryly, "Huo Chang, give me that horse! I'm too heavy, my horse will be crushed to death by me."

The horse Yang Sien talked about was the horse that Yang Yuanqing rode back from his grandfather last night. It was a Piyili horse, tall and strong, black all over, without a single horse. Yang Sien took a fancy to it at a glance, immediately entangled Yuanqing, and tried every means to ask for the BMW.

Yang Yuanqing kicked him and scolded, "You bear, you don't even want to show your horse spear, and you still want my horse. If you want it, you have to pay me back this favor in the future."

"It must be returned!"

Yang Sien cheered, rushed back and took the reins, caressing the black-maned horse as if he was touching his own woman. Yang Yuanqing put the sheepskin raft on Yang Sien's old horse and said to his opponent: "Let's go! The task is to find the main force of the Turkic forces, who made us hundreds of people incompetent and win the dead lottery!"

The scouts were helpless and turned over their horses and lined up toward the camp. They soon disappeared into the darkness.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, several horse riders rushed over. The leader was Yu Juluo. He heard that Yang Yuanqing had won the dead lottery and was very anxious. If something happened to Yang Yuanqing, how could he explain to the coach?

Behind him was He Baichang. He already knew Yang Yuanqing's identity, and his heart was so scared that he stopped beating. It turned out that Yang Daotou was the grandson of the head coach Yang Su. Along the way, he had already given himself five or six big mouths, hating that he had no eyes, and the side general Zhao Yong was also following him.

When they saw that Yang Yuanqing's camp was empty, they knew that they had set out, Zhao Yong said anxiously: "General Yu, I'll go and chase him back."

Yu Juluo slowly shook his head, "No need to chase him, he won't come back."

Once the camp was out of the camp, the military order could not be changed. He knew that Yang Yuanqing and Yonglie would not be able to come back. He sighed softly, "I hope he is safe!"

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The sheepskin rafts were not used to cross the Yellow River for them, but to cross the Hetao Plain and cross another tributary of the Yellow River to the north. In the narrow part of the Yellow River, a vanguard army had already built a floating bridge with towboats. A hundred thousand troops would cross the river after dawn, while three hundred scouts from each army had to cross the river in advance.

Yang Yuanqing led his nine subordinates and sixteen war horses, while gnawing dry food, and walking quickly on the floating bridge, crossing the Yellow River in a moment.

At this time, the east was already white and the sky was already dark. Yang Yuanqing found a big stone to spread the map. He had been a scout for half a month and had basically understood the basic skills of scouts. Drawing maps is also a basic skill. He found the ferry on the map and marked a red dot with cinnabar. Their first goal was to rush to Yudujin Old Town to find out the news. He once mentioned this grassland ancient town in the court, and now they are really looking for this place.

Yang Yuanqing put away the map and briefly told everyone: "Go away!"

He commanded the scout team for half a month, and was strict with himself. In addition, he had established a little prestige among them.

Although these old scouts were lazy and treacherous on the road, they really crossed the Yellow River and became like a different person, and they all became shrewd and serious. The soldiers and ruffians on their bodies disappeared and they became real elite scouts.

Everyone accelerated their horses and rushed towards the vast Hetao Plain.

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There will be an additional chapter at 12 o'clock tonight. It's too late, everyone can get up tomorrow morning to watch it!
Chapter completed!