Prophet Mumu nodded, and then translated the sentence to his patriarch. Vertices are updated the fastest

Things are already like this, thousands of people have died, and there are still hundreds left, what can you do if you can't turn your face, isn't it still a face turned now?

……

The way back was much easier, but everyone walked cautiously, for fear of accidentally falling into the traps of the natives.

The weapons of these damned natives are not very advanced, but they are not to be underestimated, and the mere sight of blood sealing their throats is enough to keep everyone's attention on their feet.

After saying nothing, I returned to the seaside camp, and it was almost evening, and the campfire had already been lit in the camp, and some necessities of life had been removed from the boat. The old man was sitting by the sea and was distracted, Qin Qiong stood behind him, motionless and did not speak, looking like a stone sculpture from a distance.

It wasn't until the indigenous prophet and patriarch came over that Lao Qiong leaned over slightly: "The emperor, the people have been arrested." ”

After a long time, His Majesty Li Er, who was in a daze, turned his head and looked at a few natives with animal skins around their waists and a bunch of unknown things around their necks: "How many of them are?" ”

"Yes, the one with the thing on his head is their prophet, who knows some official language, and the rest can't speak." Qin Qiong had already learned some information from his returning subordinates during the time Li Er was in a daze, and asked him softly to explain.

"Legendary Prophet?" Li Er thought for a moment, and then said, "Call him over." ”

"Whoa!" Qin Qiong agreed, beckoned to the forbidden army in charge of escorting, and signaled to escort the prophet over.

The prophet was already about to pee at this time, if he hadn't been held up, he would probably have collapsed at any time, and when he was dragged in front of Li Er, he even began to cramp a little in his mouth, and he trembled for a long time before he stammered: "Respect, respect, respect for the Tang Dynasty guest, no, I don't know you, you are far away, you are far away, you are far away, ......you are far away, you are far away, you are far away, you are far

Before he finished speaking, a big-necked slipper slipped into the prophet's neck and whipped him on the head, and the tall man's voice came: "Donkey Day, dare to lie to Lao Tzu, didn't you say that your official words were passed on by your grandfather's grandfather?" Dare to love that you knew about the existence of Datang hundreds of years ago?! ”

"Yulin!" Li Shimin watched the prophet kowtow to himself vigorously after being defeated, shook his head and stopped the man, daring to love that this man was none other than Dugu Yulin, who broke away from the 'sea wolf' and sat in the South China Sea.

"Whoa!" Dugu Yulin originally planned to continue beating the old girl, but he didn't care about himself when he was drunk by Li Er, and he took the old guy and retreated to the side, but the fact was still staring at him with murderous eyes.

"Thank you, thank you! Thank you! The prophet didn't know Li Er's identity, but he also knew that his life was temporarily saved.

Li Er obviously didn't want to talk nonsense with this prophet, so he waved his hand lightly, signaled him to be quiet for a while, and then asked, "What legends do you have on this island?" ”

"Legend ......" The prophet blinked, racked his brains for a long time, and said with a bitter face, "Yes, there is one." ”

"Tell me about it!"

"That, that, according to legend, thousands of years ago, I, our clan, also came from, from the Tang Dynasty!"

"Poof......" As soon as the prophet said this, everyone who could hear it burst into laughter.

Mother, isn't this, don't talk about Datang thousands of years ago, not even Daqin! Dare to feel that this prophet knew the name of the Tang Dynasty from somewhere, and then used it specially.

However, Li Er looked at the laughing crowd but didn't want to laugh, just shook his head helplessly, waved his hand and said, "Take it down, you can watch and deal with it." ”

This so-called prophet even made up the lie that he was a Tang Dynasty, obviously there should be no reliable legends on this island, that is to say, there can be no immortals, and it is naturally useless to keep him.

……

Chang'an, Taiji Palace.

Li Chengqian was in the study that used to belong to the old man, and the huge electric fan in the corner of the wall slowly rotated, blowing the cold air emitted from the ice basin in front of him to all corners of the room.

"Ma Zhou." In the quiet room, Li Chengqian suddenly put down the fold in his hand and shouted to Ma Zhou, who was sitting not far away to deal with official documents.

"The minister is here." Hearing Li Chengqian call himself, Ma Zhou hurriedly stood up.

Everyone couldn't understand why Li Chengqian added an extra table and a chair to his office study, and then arranged a position called a secretary.

As a secretary, Ma Zhou himself is also not clear, but since Li Chengqian has arranged people like this, he naturally has no opinions, anyway, as long as the grade is not downgraded, it will be fine.

"Ma Zhou, take a look at this excerpt, and then tell me what you think." Li Chengqian waited until Ma Zhou came over, and handed him a copy of the fold in his hand.

"Yes!" Ma Zhou replied, while taking the fold, opened it and found that it was a proposal for a 'wage increase', which was written in a very gorgeous rhetoric, but there was only one central idea, and if it didn't rise, it would not be able to live.

"This ......" After reading the recital in his hand, Ma Zhou didn't know what to say, so he squeaked and closed his mouth again.

"Say, let you see it is to ask for your opinion, you usually and often have contact with the outside of the palace, you should know something about these things." Seeing that he didn't speak, Li Chengqian couldn't help but urge.

"Your Majesty, this, this minister is not easy to say."

"What's so bad about this, if you think what you say on the excerpt is right, then talk about the reason, if you think what you say is wrong, then also say the reason, I never sin because of my words." Li Chengqian leaned back in the chair, looked at Ma Zhou and said.

"Your Majesty, in fact, this matter has already been mentioned to the minister, if you talk from the heart, the minister supports the above point of view, after all, our Tang Dynasty's Yulu is too ...... It's too ......" Ma Zhou said while looking at Li Chengqian's face, and seeing that he didn't show any unpleasantness, he continued: "Our current salary is really too low. ”

"Go on." Li Chengqian raised his chin and was noncommittal to Ma Zhou's words.

Ma Zhou licked his lips, as if he was organizing the language, and said after a while: "Your Majesty, you must also know that the current Yulu is still issued according to the standard of the Wude period, but now it is different from before, and if it continues to be implemented according to the previous standard, it is estimated that those grassroots officials will soon be starved to death." ”

Li Chengqian seemed to hear some doorways, but he couldn't react for a while, so he could only continue to ask: "Hungry to death?" Why? Haven't I been giving them food? Could it be that there are still people who dare to deduct it? ”