"You can rest assured, put your life at risk, and this emir will also persuade the caliph to distance himself from the Japanese and return the government to everyone."

Full of impassionedness, holding his fists, Hou Jie bowed solemnly, Xiao Xiao's breath was as tragic and heroic as Yi Shui Jingke, and the other Arab nobles who watched it were also related, and they bowed down neatly and said goodbye in unison.

"Emir, let's go!"

Holding Hou Jie's hand tightly, Sherman even assured excitedly: "Emir, don't worry, even if those Japanese people are cruel and cunning, they dare to touch a single hair of your hair, and the old man will give up his name and fight with them!" ”

Listening to the assurances of the Great Imam of Damascus so excitedly, Hou Jie shook his head lightly, sighed and vetoed: "Everything is important to state affairs!" ”

Under the admiring gaze of a group of Arab nobles, Hou Jie was dressed like a warrior in battle, dark and dignified, and without flinching, he strode into the Romanesque courtyard gate with the handle of the Japanese people, and the black was like a hell's mouth.

With a bang, several widows nervously closed the cast-iron gate.

As soon as he entered the house, he was already waiting like ants on a hot pot, and the sweaty caliph Hassan had already rushed up to greet him, and even brought a little moved cry to Hou Jie and stretched out his pair of wet slaps, and shouted gratefully: "Hou Emir, you, you are here, you are really here!" ”

Tilting his head slightly, listening to the door behind him that had been tightly closed, his expression moved, and Hou Jie immediately made a move that the Arab ministers and nobles outside could never have dreamed of.

Lifting the hem of his robe suddenly, Hou Jie knelt straight in front of Hassan, also with a little crying, crying and hugging Hassan's thick thighs and crying.

"The minister is guilty!"

"The minister is incompetent, trapped in the caliphate surrounded by these chaotic ministers and thieves, the minister deserves death, the minister now hates himself for his powerlessness, and he can't wait to raise his sword now to kill all those chaotic ministers and thieves outside the door, the minister is sorry for you, caliph!"

Feelings seem to have really emerged, the more he talks, the more sad he becomes, Hou Jie bowed his head and cried, his sad appearance was completely different from the righteousness of the world outside the door just now, if Sherman and other ministers saw it, they might not have to stare out their eyes, and then carry a knife and a stone to go up to greet the deceived feelings.

However, Hou Jie's sad listening to Hassan was also like empathy, slapping Hou Jie's shoulder, and he even had some crystal sparkle from the corners of his eyes.

It's a pity that they didn't wait long for the monarch and the ministers to cry sadly, but an urgent shout interrupted the sadness of the two. The coquettish face was full of anxiety, looking at the two of them with disdain, and the Aoi clan didn't care about the majesty of the caliph, so he directly interjected and asked urgently: "Governor Hou, why did you come by yourself, and the reinforcements?" ”

This made Hassan wake up suddenly, he could count on Hou Jie to save his life, but not to die with him, touching his eyes that were almost squeezed out because of fat, Hassan held Hou Jie's thin but strong shoulders and asked eagerly: "Hou Aiqing, why did you come by yourself and didn't bring troops to suppress the rebellion outside that should go to hell?" ”

It didn't seem to have recovered from his sadness, and after sobbing a few times, Hou Jie barely recovered, but he still knelt on the ground with his head down, and explained with a slight choked voice.

"Your Majesty, the minister's soldiers and horses are gathering, but the minister can't move!"

"There are tens of thousands of rebels outside, and if the minister moves, if they are not good for His Majesty, the minister will be a sinner for the ages! So the ministers must first stabilize them! ”

In the morning, those nobles slaughtered their subordinates, and the ruthless and murderous side was still vivid, listening to Hou Jie's explanation, he shuddered, Hassan's fat face immediately wrinkled into bun folds, and he put his hands behind his back, so anxious that he circled like an ant on a hot pot.

"This group of chaotic ministers and thieves, what should I do, what should I do?"

"Your Majesty, in fact, the courtiers' request is also simple, the Byzantines have defeated the expeditionary force of the empire, Your Majesty only needs to agree to the expedition in person......"

"Nonsense! The Caliph was Allah's spokesman on earth, the grandson of the Prophet Muhammad, how could he lead his troops to fight the Greek barbarians like a brutal soldier? ”

Without waiting for Hou Jie to hesitate to finish speaking, the Aoi clan in the back had already rushed to the front in a rage like a shrew, and roared at Hou Jie angrily with his waist crossed, imitating the two soft balls on the chest under the low-cut long skirt of the Tang court, which shook Hassan's eyes, and frightened the little sisters she brought from the family behind her to shrink back.

Contrary to the obedient and servile face on weekdays, the Aoi clan is not really in love with Hassan, fat like this, how much ability can be imagined, it is strange that the **** Japanese people can be satisfied, she is also forced to do so, how aggressively those Arab nobles outside slaughtered themselves The Japanese warriors hired from Fujian have been seen, if the caliph retreats, what should the next ministers do if they propose to get rid of her?

In order to marry a good family in Fujian, Aoi studied the history of China before going out, and there are not a few records in history of ministers killing concubines after forcing the palace to be abolished.

There was a disagreement between his favorite retainer and his concubine, and Hassan, who had never had much assertiveness, couldn't help but be in a dilemma, insisted, and Aoi gritted his teeth even more, hugged Hassan's thick arm in his broad arms, and said with a hair that made people feel crisp next to Hassan's ear.

"Your Majesty, it's not fun to go on a personal campaign!"

"As the commander of the whole army, you rush to the front, the sword on the battlefield has no eyes, countless arrows rain will shoot straight at you, the Romans are barbaric and ferocious, you have also seen the barbarism of those Roman slaves in the gladiatorial arena, on the battlefield, you are the commander, those barbarians will also fight around you, will you come back? Those ministers clearly have bad intentions and want to take the opportunity to get rid of you! ”

Thinking back to his cruel appearance of letting those prisoners of war fight each other for fun, the fierce Roman prisoners of war slashed and killed several Armenians, Egyptians, blacks, and bloodthirsty in a row, Hassan, who was originally looking at Zhile, couldn't help but shiver with his fat body at this time, and asked Hou Jie pitifully: "Hou Aiqing, how can a widow with such fine skin and tender flesh go into battle in person?" ”

"Is it okay not to go?"

Poor Islam in the first generation, Prophet Muhammad often came to battle, and in the second generation his father Ali was brave in battle, and in Hassan's generation, it is no wonder that all the fruits of victory were so easily usurped by the Umayyads in history.

Aoi was obviously exaggerating, but under her fierce and vigilant gaze, he looked at Hassan's bear-like Hou Ming's strange silence, and did not refute, and after a few seconds of silence, he sighed just now.

"Then it's just a drag!"

Finally, the Caliph's balcony, which had been confined all morning, finally opened slowly, and Hou Jie, who was walking in front, was imposing and arrogant, looking like a gentleman, in stark contrast to Hassan's fat body that cowered and hid behind him.

As soon as they saw the long-lost caliph, the people of the Arab ministers, who had finally quieted down, boiled again, and many people shouted excitedly to the balcony, and the chaotic sound almost made Hassan retract again in fright, forcing Hou Jie to hold on to his sleeve.

But the perennial pleasure made Hassan have no courage to face the people, and after sighing, Hou Jie had to raise his and Hassan's hands clasped together, and in an instant, the noisy tens of thousands of people, nobles, were surprisingly quiet.

"Colleagues, elders, the caliph knows everyone's wishes!"

With a voice in his voice, Hou Jie spoke out loud, and Sherman and the others below couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and now the aggressive Byzantine army did make these aristocratic bigwigs who were gradually becoming comfortable feel a strong threat.

Above, looking back at the trembling Hassan, Hou Jie had to continue to speak for him.

"The caliph commanded to send the messenger of Allah and gather the warriors of the Hejaz, Egypt and Yemen to form a new army of jihad, equipped by Syria, to wage a new holy war against those infidels for the glory of the Lord, and this time, without turning the hearts of the Byzantine infidels into pastures for the Arabs, we will never withdraw the army!"

"The caliph himself will go to the mosque and pray for everyone that the victorious warrior will take the land he has taken legitimately, and the woman, the slave, the dead warrior will also be able to enter heaven in the glory of the warrior of the Lord! Enjoy peace forever! ”

The promise of life and death was given, and downstairs, tens of thousands of Arabs were silent for a few seconds, and in an instant, the frenzy of plunder and cruelty raised in the harsh desert spread all over the eyes of the entire crowd, and a pair of blood-red eyes flashed with excitement, and the long-lost cheers finally boiled below.

Looking at the crowd cheering at him, the heart that he had just lifted finally relaxed, although he did not say it himself, Hassan still used all these cheers, and even forgot how to curse these traitors who should go to hell just now, and slowly slapped his fat face at the people below.

Hassan didn't pay attention, such a big cheer, most of them were not aimed at him, but at Hou Jie at the front!

used to pray for everyone as an introduction, and when the time came, the militaristic trivial matter of commanding the army to resist Byzantium was thrown to Hou Jie and several other ministers, and they said that they were praying in the deep palace, where did they know what to do?

Seeing that Hassan's wishful thinking was about to be completed, a discordant voice suddenly made it shout in the crowd below, even drowning out the voices of others around him.

"And the widows! The Japanese are rampant in my Arabia, and the Japanese women bewitch the caliph, so please ask the caliph to order the execution of all the Japanese in the country! ”

The sound of cheering was silent, and then below, the same tide of scolding, and the voice of the people demanding the punishment of the widows came from all directions.

Hassan's smiling face froze, his fat cheeks were full of reluctance and pain, and Aoi, who was hiding behind the window frame, almost didn't jump out......