Tens of thousands of people gathered around the main square, all of whom looked at the high altar in amazement. [Ran^Text^Library] []

No one could have imagined that such a scene would occur during the carnival festival, and that the most noble man in the empire would suddenly accuse the other most powerful man so harshly.

This excitement has not been seen once in hundreds of years, after the whispering of people with a heart spread, everyone is full of curiosity and staring at the stage, some people don't even care about the cattle and sheep in their hands, staring intently, poor many beautiful animals have to hold their necks high and wait for the frightened knife.

Unlike those confused civilians, many of the core figures of the great nobles near the stands were all fearful and incredulous, Hussein's influence, Hou Jie's strength, they knew too well how destructive these two forces could be when they collided together.

Especially these family clans that still belong to the forces of the two, the smell of gunpowder is unusually strong.

Historically, political vendettas have been particularly tragic, as can be seen from the bloody massacre of the Umayyad and other Mecca nobles by the Shia Helper party after Muawiyah's death.

In such a tense scene, even Caliph Hassan stared at his younger brother and the most trusted prime minister with suspicion, but the two parties seemed so relaxed and freehand, without any tension, holding his arms, Hou Jie asked Hussein easily: "Since the emir of the Hejaz accused Hou in this way, I don't know how Hou committed these crimes, what is the evidence?"

"Hmph, what have you done that you don't know yet?"

He looked at Hou Jie mockingly, and then Hussein strode to the front of the altar, his handsome face was full of confidence, he opened his arms, and the most successful orator shouted loudly at the nobles and people who were watching the altar: "Do you know who this Hou Jie Emir is?"

"He's such a big guy! Imam of the notorious Assassin Assasin, the supporter behind the Hawariji rebels! Did you know? Your fellow citizens fought bloodily in the land of the Romans, to spread the teachings of the Lord and to open up new lands for the Muslims, and in the south, the warriors of the Lord also shed their blood in the sands to defend the relics of our holy city against the heretical rebels! ”

Speaking of this, there was a pause, Hussein turned his head in disgust, pointed his finger at Hou Jie's face, and yelled at the crowd angrily.

"But their spoils of war and food have been swallowed up by our Syrian governor, Lord Hou Jiehou, and the hard-earned money of these warriors is used to feed the rebels and those despicable assassins, what do you say should be done with such people?"

Astound!

From the great imams who were far away, to the upper nobles of the Arab Empire, to the poor people in the distance, everyone was shocked.

Two days ago, the Governor of Syria, one of the seven emirs, was the hero of the Assasin, the predator of the Lord, and just a few days later, the descendants of the Prophet accused him of being the Imam of the Assasin, the devil who lurked in the night, and it is no wonder that everyone was dumbfounded.

The contradiction between the front and back is too great.

I didn't expect such a scene, Hou Jie's henchmen were even stunned, and after a few seconds, the Kufa governor Ziyad, who had a beard and wore colorful silk clothes, looked like a playboy, woke up like a dream, jumped to his feet angrily, pointed at Hussein's nose and shouted.

"You're messing around, spewing people with blood!"

Qi Yade's words were like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, and in an instant, the nobles and ministers who had just died of silence quarreled again, and you scolded me for being corrupt and perverting the law, colluding with foreign enemies, and being shameless. I scolded you for making something out of nothing, being jealous and framing, and framing you. A tired group of centrists sandwiched between the crowd left and right is not.

Not only the nobles of Cao Ting, but even the civilians below were divided into two factions, arguing happily.

What is more strange is that Hou Jie's supporters are generally of the same clan as Hussein, the Arab tribesmen who migrated from the desert, and many Persian traders, who supported Hussein, but those who were conquered Jews, Greeks, poor Persians, and various ethnic groups in Central Asia.

In such a chaotic scene, Hou Jie was still so calm, just looking at it coldly, and after a few minutes, Hou Jie clapped his hands and glanced at his slave in the distance, who immediately turned around and plunged into the crowd.

咣~咣~

Two loud bangs suddenly exploded around the mosque square, and the towering pillar of fire with black smoke was ten meters high, even during the day, it was still clearly visible, this sudden explosion not only calmed the rioting nobles, but even the tens of thousands of civilians below were stunned and shocked there.

With a flame of this magnitude, even Hussein couldn't help but turn his head drastically, and then looked at the calm Hou Jie, and a touch of uneasiness began to rise in his heart.

Glancing at the silent square freely, learning from Hussein's appearance, Hou Jie also strode to the front of the altar, stretched out his arms, and also said loudly to the citizens watching below.

"Ben Emir is devout to the Lord and faithful to the Caliph, and wherever he goes, Ben Emir has a clear conscience!"

This time, it was the turn of Hussein's supporters, the governor of Egypt, Ibn and the imam of Mecca, Khorasan, to heist loudly.

Listening to Ibn's disdainful and vulgar scolding, Hou Jie was still so calm, and he could even be called polite, smiled and gently stroked his chest and saluted: "Governor of Egypt, since you and Lord Hussein have the same doubts about Ben Amir, please show evidence, even if the Lord's judgment is carried out under his unique evidence!"

"Roar, Hou Jie, I don't need you to continue to pretend hypocritically, since my emir dares to accuse you, he will naturally have obtained evidence of your heinous crimes!"

Ibn still shouted so vulgarly at Hou Jie's courtesy, and it just so happened that at this time, the servant sent by Hussein to collect evidence earlier squeezed through the crowd with a large handful of parchment rolls, and after glancing at them, he snatched the parchment rolls, and Ibn arrogantly jumped into the stands and raised his hand in front of Hou Jie.

"This is the evidence that my emir has taken from the Assasin Assassins, and it is the document of your Syrian Governor's Office to transfer money and food to the Assasin Assassins, each of which bears the seal of your Hou Jie! What else do you have to say in the face of ironclad evidence? ”

Listening to Iben's shout, and then looking at this thing, Hou Jie's face finally changed from not caring just now to solemn, looking at his expression, Hussein finally relaxed a little, and with a triumphant smile on his handsome cheeks, he looked at Hou Jie and asked.

"Governor of Syria, how do you explain this? Do you want to look through them one by one and confront each other? ”

"Of course!"

To Hussein's and Ibn surprise, Huje was not alarmed or angry, but after a light reply, he turned around and arched his fists, calling out to the ministers who had followed the caliph to watch the ceremony: "Elder Uthman, please come up for a moment."

With Hou Jie's call, two young Arabs supported him, and an extremely old Arab man with a white beard hanging on his waist staggered and trembled onto the stage.

Seeing the old man, Hussein's face couldn't help but change again, not that this old man was an important figure under Hou Jie, on the contrary, the old Osman belonged to the middle of the government and the opposition, the first official of the empire, and he was always known for his justice, and there were almost no unconvinced cases he tried.

Although he believes in Osman's reputation and justice, Hou Jie can be justified in calling Osman to the stage, which shows that Hou Jie must also have a heart. These documents are Hussein's deadly weapon to bring down Hou Jie! The magic weapon of pressing most of the bets, so Hou Jie looked fearless, and couldn't help but cast a haze on Hussein's heart.

With a solemn heart, Hussein couldn't help but step forward to laugh and help Osman up, but unfortunately this stubborn old man stretched out his dry hand and pushed him away casually, and put his full attention on the blanket in Ibn's arms.

"Elder Ottoman, you see, these are the evidence that Hou Jie is planning assassins and harboring evil intentions to collude with the Havaliji faction!"

Ignoring him as well, Osman's withered hand directly opened the half-revealed baggage, took out a piece of parchment and read it on the spot to verify.

The parchment scroll that he had seen was thrown directly to the ground, and this time Osman, the dry old man, became the center, Hou Jie, Hussein, and even the caliph Hassan, who was confused until now, all poked his head out and watched left and right, and after a while, more than ten scrolls were all read by Osman, and when he put down the last volume, the old man couldn't help but exhale a breath of turbidity.

"How's it going, Elder Ottoman, is there anything wrong with these scrolls?" Looking at Osman's gloomy face, sweat was already pouring out on his forehead, Hussein hurriedly asked, and on the side, Hou Jie was much more confident, but he also asked with a little eagerness.

"Well, is that the scroll?"

glanced at Hou Jie, and then at Hussein, who was full of urgency, pinched the scroll in his hand, and the ** official of the Arab Empire, who was full of wrinkles and dry hair, suddenly asked Hussein coldly with a stern face.

"How the hell did you get these scrolls?"

The tone was cold, and only the ice slag was dropped......