The prophet Mumu nodded, and then translated this sentence to his patriarch.

Things are already like this. Thousands of tribes have left hundreds of people. What can I do if I can’t turn against you? Isn’t it considered a turn against you now?

...

The way back became much simpler, but everyone was still cautious, for fear of accidentally falling into the traps of the natives.

Although these damn native weapons are not very advanced, their power cannot be underestimated. Just by celebrating the throat with blood is enough to make everyone focus on their feet.

I returned to the beach camp without words. It was already late at night. A bonfire had already begun to arise in the camp, and some essential items of life were also brought down from the boat. The old man was sitting by the sea and was in a daze. Qin Qiong stood behind him, motionless and without saying anything. From a distance, he looked like a stone sculpture.

It was not until the native prophet and patriarch came that Lao Qiong leaned over slightly, "The Supreme Emperor, the man has been captured."

After a long time, His Majesty Li Er, who was in a daze, turned his head and looked at several natives with animal skin around their waists and a bunch of unknown things hanging around their necks, "Is it just them?"

"Yes, the one with something on their head is their prophet. He knows some official words and doesn't say the rest." Qin Qiong had learned some of the situation from his returned subordinates during the time when Li Er was dazed, and asked him softly and explained.

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

"Here!" Qin Qiong agreed, waved to the imperial guards responsible for escorting them, and signaled to escort the prophet over.

The prophet was about to be scared at this time. If he hadn't been held by someone, he would have collapsed at any time. When he was dragged in front of Li Er, he even started to cramp his mouth. He trembled for a long time before he stammered and said, "Honor, respect, respectful guest of the Tang Dynasty, no, I don't know you, you are far away, come far away..."

Before he finished speaking, a big neck slid into the prophet's neck and pulled him to the face. The tall man's voice came, "Donkey Ri, dare to lie to me, didn't you say that your official words were passed down by your grandfather's grandfather? It turns out that you knew the existence of the Tang Dynasty hundreds of years ago?!"

"Yulin!" Li Shimin watched the prophet kowtow to himself after being knocked down, shook his head and stopped the man. It turned out that this man was no one else, but Dugu Yulin, who had separated from the "Sea Wolf" and was in charge of the South China Sea.

"Here!" Dugu Yulin originally planned to continue beating the old girl, but when Li Er stopped him, he didn't care about himself. He spat at the old guy and stepped aside, but the fact that the murderous eyes were still staring at him.

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

Li Er obviously didn't want to talk nonsense with the prophet, so he waved his hand lightly, signaled him to be quiet for a while, and then asked, "What legends are there on your island."

"Legend..." The prophet blinked his eyes, racked his brains and thought for a while, and said with a bitter face, "Yes, there is one."

"Tell me!"

"That, that, according to legend, thousands of years ago, my family also came from the Tang Dynasty!"

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

Mom, yes, isn’t this a nonsense? Thousands of years ago, let alone the Tang Dynasty, there was not even the Qin Dynasty! It turns out that this prophet learned the name of the Tang Dynasty from somewhere, and then used it.

However, Li Er looked at the laughing people but had no intention of laughing. He just shook his head helplessly, waved his hand and said, "Take it down, you guys see how to deal with it."

This so-called prophet even made up the lie that he was a Tang Dynasty man. Obviously, there should be no reliable legend on this island, which means that there is no god, so it is of course useless to keep him.

...

Chang'an, Tai Chi Palace.

Li Chengqian was approving memorials in the study room that used to be an old man. The huge electric fan in the corner of the wall slowly rotated, blowing the air conditioner emitted from the ice basin in front to every corner of the room.

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

"I'm here." Hearing Li Chengqian called him, Ma Zhou quickly stood up.

No one understands why Li Chengqian added an extra table and a chair in the study where he worked, and then arranged a position called secretary.

As a secretary, Ma Zhou himself didn't know it either, but since Li Chengqian arranged the person like this, he naturally had no objection. Anyway, as long as the grade was not reduced, it would be fine.

"Ma Zhou, look at this memorial and then tell me what you think." After Li Chengqian waited until Ma Zhou came over, he handed him a memorial.

"Yes!" Ma Zhou answered, taking the discount. When he opened it, he found that it was a note asking for a "salary increase". It was written with nearly a thousand words in extremely gorgeous words, but there was only one central idea. If he didn't increase his salary, he would not be able to survive.

"This..." After reading the memorial in his hand, Ma Zhou didn't know what to say, so he slapped for a moment and closed his mouth again.

"Say it, let you see that you want to ask for your opinion. You often have contacts with the outside of the palace and should have some understanding of these things." Li Chengqian couldn't help but urge him when he saw that he didn't speak.

"Your Majesty, this is hard to say."

"What's wrong with this? If you think the comment is right, then just talk about the reason. If what is said above is wrong, then also talk about the reason. I never blame someone for saying it." Li Chengqian leaned on the back of the chair and looked at Ma Zhou and said.

"Your Majesty, this matter has actually been mentioned to me for a long time. If you are honest, I support this point of view. After all, the salary of our Tang Dynasty is too... too..." Ma Zhou said as he looked at Li Chengqian's face. Seeing that he had no unpleasant performance, he continued to say, "Our salary is too low now."

"So," Li Chengqian raised his chin and refused to comment on Ma Zhou's words.

Ma Zhou licked his lips, as if he was organizing the language. After a while, he said, "Your Majesty, you must also know that the current salary is still paid according to the standards of the Wude period, but now it is different from before. If you continue to implement it according to the previous standards, it is estimated that those grassroots officials will soon starve to death."

Li Chengqian seemed to have heard some tricks, but he was unable to react for a while, so he could only continue to ask, "I starved to death? Why? I have not been sending them food all the time? Could it be that someone dares to deduct it?"

This chapter ends
Chapter completed!