There was a strong enemy outside, the Byzantine fleet was cruising in the sea near Cyprus, threatening the entire Arab Empire, and the Byzantine army was also stepping up its attack under the city of Antioch.

There are hidden worries inside, the caliph favored the Japanese people, forced the nobles of the whole Damascus to force a confession to ask him to be diligent in his administration, stay away from the Japanese people, and inspire the empire, and now the royal palace is like a big powder keg, and the slightest carelessness may blow the entire Arab empire to pieces.

But at this time, Lord Hou Jie, the backbone of the country, the pillar of the empire, the governor of Syria with great power, and one of the five noble emirs, was leisurely fishing in his mansion.

The Emir's Mansion is naturally not as comfortable as in the Caliphate's palace, and the pool is not as big as the Caliphate's artificial lake, there is only a shallow puddle, a clump of lotus leaves lying on the water surface weakly, and a few small fish are also unable to lift their spirits and lie under the water, even Hou Jie's incense bait does not seem to arouse their interest.

"It's still the pond in the Grand Palace, this is where the fishing is harvested!" After fishing for a long time, even if he was as gloomy as Hou Jie, he threw the fishing rod on the ground boringly, and said stupidly.

"Lord, now is not the time to fish!"

On the side, a slightly anxious voice sounded beside Hou Jie, shining in the sun and emitting a unique golden light, when he led Li Que and other Fujian secret agents into the city, Hou Jie trusted the most, and handed over the situation in Damascus to his management, the handsome Egyptian steward Amon knelt on the ground with some resentment and played.

"Hakim, a fool, doesn't know what to do, said that he had a division of Asia Minor with the Byzantine Empire, these Greek treacherous villains slaughtered Tarunsus, not to mention, and now he is still fighting Antioch's idea, and now he is attacking non-stop, and he has burned the imperial fleet, and he Hakim is still known as a wise man, how to negotiate with the Byzantine emperor?"

Hakim is the fat man sent by Hujie to negotiate with Constantine IV, and Hakim means servant of wisdom in Arabic, hence the name Amun.

But listening to the complaint of this loyal servant, Hou Jie shook his head very easily.

"Expected."

Not only was he not annoyed at all, but Hou Jie hummed happily: "The Byzantine emperor is not a fuel-efficient lamp, he knows that if he doesn't take this opportunity to weaken the empire, he will have no chance, so he would rather fight the vast Asia Minor than attack the hinterland of the empire first." ”

"But the city of Antioch is already the limit of his Byzantium, from the time of Heraclius, the continuous war with the Persian Empire has actually exhausted the national strength of Byzantium, the old empire looks like it is just an empty shelf, don't look at the Byzantines are attacking the city very quickly now, in fact, he will stop at the city of Antioch, and it will not take long to retreat."

Obviously, it is a national event of millions of people's bloody fighting, bleeding to death, and corpses all over the field, but in Hou Jie's mouth, it is so bland, but Amun, who listened, nodded as a matter of course.

At this moment, suddenly a few slaves outside suddenly ran in anxiously, ignoring the secret conversation between their master and the chief butler, and eagerly knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "Master, someone has come to the palace!" ”

"Hehe, the fish didn't catch, but the one who took Ben Emir to fish came." With a smile on his face, he kicked the fishing rod to the side, patted the dust on his hands, and Hou Jie immediately looked at the Grand Palace in the distance and sighed.

"The world, this big fish!"

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"Meet the Governor of Syria!"

In the secret room of the Emir's Mansion, as soon as he entered, Hassan's henchman warrior, who had finally managed to get out of the palace, immediately knelt on the ground, buckled his head and said eagerly: "The chieftains of Damascus have rebelled, forcing the palace to the inner palace, and the caliph has asked the emir to quickly lead troops to rescue him, and send villains to cry blood to sue him!" ”

Kowtowing to the ground, the Japanese warrior was really crying, so panicked that Hou Jie hurriedly helped him up, and replied solemnly: "Don't worry, the ancient Chinese saying is that the king is in trouble, and the minister will never give up." I have already learned of the rebellion, and I am gathering my forces to go to the palace to rescue later! ”

"You go back first and tell His Majesty the Caliph that you must hold on!"

At this time, it is no longer the casual Hou Jie when he was fishing, he changed a set of heavy armor on his body, and under the hideous lion helmet, Hou Jie looked murderous and awe-inspiring, full of surging battle intent, and there were Bingding with knives and guns everywhere in front of and behind the house, seeing that Hou Jie agreed so happily, the warrior who reported the news was finally completely relieved.

"Please, sir!"

With a heavy knock, the Japanese warrior immediately turned around and ran out again.

As soon as the messenger sent by Hassan left, the four-wheeled carriage drawn by the two horses had already stopped anxiously at the gate of Hou Jie's mansion, and it was too late to let the slave help him get out of the car as before.

At this time, the Syrian Governor's Office has changed its appearance compared to just now, and those hurried sergeants seem to have disappeared out of thin air, and there are civilian officials in a hurry with books and archives everywhere.

Pushing away the slaves who blocked the way, Sherman met Hou Jie who hurriedly greeted him after two halls.

Different from the armor just now, Hou Jie at this time changed into a traditional Arab court dress for pilgrimage, the white turban neatly wrapped around his head was also equipped with precious stones, and the Arab robe without a trace of wrinkles was worn on Hou Jie's straight body, and a big cloak was put on his back, just like a saint who was about to go to Mecca for a pilgrimage.

sets off Hou Jie's upright and majestic temperament, and Sherman, who already admires him, is even more eye-catching.

As soon as they met, the old man Sherman bowed and fell down in front of Hou Jie without saying anything, and looked at him earnestly: "Lord Emir, the survival of the empire and whether the honor of the Lord in the world can be maintained is just in your thoughts!" ”

"But the ministers visited the caliph, and the caliph was gone?"

While helping Sherman, Hou Jie asked in the same hurried tone, and Sherman, who listened, was immediately stunned for a moment, patted his head in amazement and asked, "Lord Emir, you know everything?" ”

"Hey, I didn't promise Grand Chief Faisal to go with me to extract a confession, because I didn't want the relationship between the ministers and the caliph to be too stiff, and now, what I don't want to happen has happened."

Full of compassion, Hou Jie raised his head and sighed, that gloomy meaning, but Sherman, who was not known how many years older than him, was in awe.

Just when Sherman was a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say, Hou Jie had already eagerly held his hand and said impassionedly: "Elder Sherman, now is not the time to greet each other, there are strong enemies outside and internal strife, the life and death of the empire is between you and me, please lead the way quickly, I will do my best to persuade the caliph to stay away from the demons sent by the demons of the Japanese people to bewitch the caliph, regain their strength, and lead everyone to fight to the death against the Byzantines!" ”

The old man Sherman, who listened to it, was really overjoyed, and he threw aside the words of persuasion he had been giving before he came, leaving only a long bow of gratitude.

"The great grace of Hou Emir, everyone remembers it."

"It's not the time to talk nonsense, elder, lead the way!"

More than a dozen cavalrymen boasted on their horses, escorted on both sides, and squeezed into the same carriage as Sherman, and Hou Jie hurried towards the palace.

In front of the harem gate, the tens of thousands of Arab protesters gathered were even more restless at this time, and the caliph was slow to see, so that when they heard about the brutal massacre of the Arabs by the Byzantines in the distance, the tribesmen who were already afraid and angry were furious, and the nearby bricks and rubble, and even the flowers and trees that the palace gardener had managed to cultivate were all rummaged and broken by them, and slammed into the courtyard of the house where Hassan was hiding, making a ping pong sound.

Under the accumulation of rocks, the originally exquisite and ornate palace of the caliph felt as if it had experienced a storm.

Some of the soldiers even took up their bows and arrows, and they were eager to try at the doors and windows of the caliph's palace.

Not to mention those tribesmen, even the chiefs, patriarchs, and sectarian leaders of the big families who came to protest were quite restless at this time, they knew too well that this forced palace was a political gamble, and if the bet was won, the caliph would become everyone's caliph again, and the Byzantines would be repelled and peaceful, and maybe with a single force, they would be able to push down the crumbling Byzantium.

What if you lose your bet? Don't you see the nobles who once gathered around the Umayyads? Their bones are buried in this vicinity, and now, in the homes of many Arab nobles, there are also the descendants of the Mecca nobles who were purged and castrated, and the slave girls and concubines, and they know the horrors of political purges vividly.

Even though most of them were Shiites, Muhammad's loyal supporters of the family of Shiham, thinking of this terrible consequence, looked at Hassan's balcony, and their eyes became murderous.

It was in this chaotic time that a loud roar suddenly came from behind.

"Stop!"

The sound was extremely loud, as if it happened in people's ears, and the chaotic Arab crowd couldn't help but be silent, and the next moment, more than a dozen cavalrymen hugged a person and squeezed in from the crowd, and the Arab people who watched the chaos couldn't help whispering.

"Hou Jie Emir!"

Slowly, a road was opened for him, almost all of the annuities issued by the empire for the Arabs every year were presided over by Hou Jie, and most of the people knew him and received benefits from him, so they were also convinced of him, and unconsciously, the crowd faintly carried a wave of emotion like a crowding leader, and they were clustered behind Hou Jie.

"Imam!"

Many high-ranking nobles and sect leaders of the Arab Empire also hurriedly surrounded him, just like the stars and moons surrounded Hou Jie in the center, and talked to him.

Really obeying them one by one like a sage, Hou Jie continued to nod his head with a fixed face, but occasionally his eyes swept over the closed Caliphate's palace, and his strong longing and pride were irrepressibly revealed.

In the middle of the night, after pacifying many noble chiefs, in the desire of everyone, Hou Jie came to the bottom of Hassan's palace alone, and shouted loudly: "I am Hou Jie, the governor of Syria, open the door!" ”

The Romanesque courtyard gate, which had been confined for more than half a day and was full of potholes and stains, suddenly opened......