The rumbling knock on the door echoed in front of the Syrian governor's palace like a drum, and when Faisal was knocking, more than a dozen rough Arab nobles also rolled up their sleeves and smashed them, shaking the door and falling down with dust.

However, after shouting for a long time, Faisal and several other chiefs shouted smoke in their throats, and there was not even a ghost shadow coming out of the door, and the angry Faisal retreated in a daze, and shrugged his shoulders in front of a group of big-eyed nobles.

"This Lord Hou Jie can't be bathing and chanting sutras, right?"

This is not impossible, the seriousness of Islam, five gongs a day, once it is time to worship, even if the house is on fire, you must go to the mosque to travel and chant the prayer mission, Hou Jie's pious name has always been outside, and he has also built a small mosque for worship at home, and it is not impossible to ignore people when worshipping.

Listening to Faisal's strange scream, Imam Sherman of Damascus couldn't help but frown, he had the best personal relationship with Hou Jie, and he knew Hou Jie's habits best, this time was by no means the time for Hou Jie's normal worship! He deliberately closed his door!

Yesterday, Hou Jie did say that he wanted to avoid suspicion and closed his door, and he also went to the backyard to bathe and pray once, but his idea was unanimously opposed by several other big mullahs and sheikhs, who saw through Hassan's nature too much and knew that the Arab Empire needed a capable leader like Hou Jie too much.

Then my sister had a fire in the palace, and she was no longer in the mood to sit down, and Hou Jie's attitude was a little soft, and she promised not to close the door for the time being, but today it seems that Hou Jie still can't go out.

Now that it is the time of the life and death crisis of the Arab Empire, it is not the time to be modest and avoid suspicion, so he directly bypassed the chattering Faisal, and stood in front of the gate, Sherman's old head was raised high, and he shouted loudly.

"Lord Hou Jie, the old man is Sherman, there are 100,000 urgent things to meet you, please show up quickly."

Don't look at the old man's leanness, he is from the origin of a scripture shouter, that is, a person who stands in the tower of the mosque five times a day in the morning, noon and evening to call for Muslims to come to worship, this sound is really loud enough, the nearby Faisal, Cairo Imam Sarawa and others are all ringing in their ears, and the door frame, which is already much cleaner, is shaken down a layer of dust.

But this voice is really good, just a few moments later, Hou Jie appeared on the wall wearing an Arab pilgrimage robe, wearing a white turban, and neatly arranged beard, looked down twice, and finally looked at Sherman, and asked urgently: "Elder Sherman, what happened?" How is the palace now, and has the caliph ever found it? ”

"The Caliph has been, has been summoned by the Lord to return to heaven."

After all, it had been a while since the monarch and minister, thinking that Hassan had died tragically like steamed pork, Sherman couldn't help but stumble before he finished sadly.

As if he was slammed by thunder, Hou Jie's whole person was stupid, shook a little, and fell straight down from the wall, so panicked that dozens of noble ministers under the wall hurriedly hugged forward, stretching out their arms to catch Hou Jie.

Fortunately, it seemed that there were guards behind him, and a few hands supported Hou Jie's crumbling body, supported him and his body, and lifted Hou Jie off the wall.

A large group of powerful people who can stomp their feet in Arabia can shake hundreds of miles away The hearts of the people raised their throats, and they didn't even dare to breathe, staring intently at the place where Hou Jie's body disappeared for a long time, and Hou Jie's head wearing a turban was once again exposed on the wall.

Compared to just now, Hou Jie's face was obviously much paler, and there were traces of decoction on his beard, and he shook it before he stood firm, Hou Jie waved his hand vigorously at the people below, and said weakly: "Thank you for informing Your Majesty the Caliph of the return to heaven, I am in a very chaotic mood, and I will not entertain you today." ”

After speaking, he turned around, Hou Jie actually went straight down the wall to go back, which made the Arab nobles waiting under the wall anxious, and after waiting for a long time, he wanted you to succeed to the throne and preside over the overall situation.

Chasing after Hou Jie, Sherman was angry again, and shouted anxiously: "Lord Hou Jie stays." ”

"Now that the empire has no master, and there are strong enemies outside, and there are rebellions inside, and the emir is entrusted by the caliph to lead the affairs of the state, is it worthy of the caliph himself who is watching you in heaven at such a time of crisis?"

"Yes, Lord Hou Jie, we are here this time in the hope that you can be the next caliph and come to greet you."

Faisal on the side also hurriedly interjected.

Who knows, this sentence is like stabbing a hornet's nest, Hou Jie's originally pale face immediately turned red with anger, and he angrily leaned on the wall and shouted: "I, Hou Jie, am not a villain who is ungrateful and unfaithful, the caliph promoted me to a high position, how can I pry his country when his bones are not cold?" ”

"The caliph is gone, and the eldest son of the caliph is the heir, and the leaders of all the tribes will return to you, and the new caliph will be present on the day of the new caliphate, and it will be sent away today!"

"Hey! Lord Hou! ”

Sherman anxiously stretched out his hand and shouted behind Hou Jie, but Hou Jie didn't seem to hear it, he still brushed his sleeves away so angrily, and completely disappeared into the wall, leaving the Arab ministers in one place to look at each other.

"Now, as Lord Hou Jie said, the heirs of His Majesty the Caliph are the new generation of caliphs."

After a while, Cairo Imam Sarawa spoke up helplessly.

The leaders of the various tribes, the elders were so busy that they couldn't even take care of eating, and they went directly back to the front hall of the Caliphate's palace, which had not yet been affected, and directly gathered all the children of Hassan who escaped in the palace.

Hassan was actually quite prolific, and hundreds of slave girls gave birth to more than twenty boys for him, and countless girls.

It's just that more than twenty boys, the oldest of whom is only eleven years old, and who either have the blue eyes of the Caucasians, or the golden hair of the Germanic people, or the hooked noses of the Romans and Greeks, this era is not the time when the children born to the concubines of the Umayyad dynasty can still get legal inheritance.

Looking at a group of large and small hybrid legions, there is no one like pure-blooded Arabs, and the elder leaders of Arab tribes of all sizes are really grinning when they look at it.

In a group of children frightened and even crying, dozens of bearded and fierce Arab tribal chiefs pinched the faces of children like cattle, picking left and right, as long as there are Arab characteristics, they were picked out, and finally they were busy for a long time, and in more than ten children crying, a lucky person who was only six years old and looked the most in line with Arab blood was finally singled out.

The six-year-old child was dressed in a wide and large caliphate and stacked on the golden dragon chair like a pile of clothes, and the two maids pressed against him, so that the future masters of the Arab Empire, the distressed new caliphs, did not jump off the uncomfortable dragon chair.

Tired of a stinky sweat, the elders of the sects, as well as the chiefs of the various tribes, and the chiefs also did not have the heart to continue arguing, Sherman, Sarava, Faisal and a few other leading figures, the governor consulted with each other, and simply made a decision, and made a decision to appoint the most Arab Ismain, Hassan, Muhammad, and Hashemite sons born to this Berber slave girl as the next caliph.

Dozens of mullahs, sheikhs, and imams, holding scriptures, were arranged in two rows in the main hall, opened the chapters, and began to chant according to the canonization ceremony of the imams.

At the same time, there were hundreds of chiefs of various tribes, representing various tribes, and they were also neatly lined up in His Highness, waiting to pay allegiance to the New Caliph.

The sun is gradually setting, the palace built in imitation of the Tang Dynasty is brightly lit, and the mysterious and sacred Arabic chanting continues to come out of the hall neatly and rhythmically.

It was on the hill near Mecca that Muhammad received a revelation from the Lord one night and began the great cause of restoring Islam, a time that would be suitable for the canonization of the caliph.

The scholars' scriptures became more and more urgent, more and more charming, and seemed to lead everyone back to that mysterious night, and even under the unique hypnosis of the scriptures, many nobles were fascinated and felt that Allah was standing behind them and watching them, and hundreds of chiefs, the more they stood, the more energetic and excited.

The hours-long prayer service finally came to an end after a minute and a second, and even Sherman was a little dry in the mouth, but the sacredness of the canonization of the caliph still made the old man full of spirits, and finally loudly announced that Allah blessed, surrounded by more than a dozen scholars, he personally held the crown of the caliphate, step by step, and greeted the new caliph.

The noble chiefs below are also active in preparing to finally declare allegiance to the New Caliph.

However, seeing that Sherman was only a few steps away from the Caliph of the child, and the crown was about to be placed on his head, at the door, an Arab knight covered in blood suddenly broke in at this juncture.

"Urgent!"

As all the noble ministers looked back in astonishment, the knight collapsed to the ground with a weak hand, still holding a parchment scroll high in his bloody hands.

"Mecca fell, the rebels of the Hawariji conquered Mecca and declared Abdullah, Ibn and Zubayr the new caliphs!"

In an instant, the atmosphere of the canonization ceremony, which was still lively just now, dropped to the freezing point, and both the scholars who held the classics and the nobles who were waiting for their allegiance felt a cool air rising from their backs......