Chapter 114 Chapter 114 Isaac was stunned for a moment, no...
Isaac was stunned for a moment, not expecting such a question. He then replied righteously, "I'm afraid Your Majesty will misunderstand me. I'm not loyal to Your Majesty!"
"Then are you really loyal?" Bai Tianming leaned on his spacious throne, glanced at him, and played with a pen that he had picked up from the table at some point, as if he wanted to write something, but hadn't thought it through yet, so he asked boredly while thinking and talking.
"I am loyal to Your Majesty. The sun and the moon, the heaven and the earth can see it!" Isaac straightened his chest, opened his eyes wide, and answered loudly with a serious face.
Bai Tianming nodded, his face expressionless, his eyes downcast, and said with a lack of interest, "I understand. You can go home now."
Isaac was stunned for a moment, a look of disappointment on his face. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something else to make Bai Tianming change his mind, or to buy himself more time and continue staying here.
Bai Tianming waved at him and didn't want to talk more: "Let's talk about it tomorrow." Don't do work things after get off work.
Isaac knew that there was no room for maneuver. He sighed in his heart, lowered his head, slowly retreated to the door, turned around and left the palace, feeling disheartened and lonely.
His shadow slowly disappeared from the doorway.
Bai Tianming looked at the Prime Minister: "Do you have anything else to say?"
If you have nothing to say, just follow me.
The prime minister blinked his eyes. The reason he stayed was to persuade Bai Tianming not to go to fight that small tribe in person. Although he would definitely win, it was a dangerous thing after all. If he really went, if something unexpected happened, no one could afford it.
But Bai Tianming didn't want to talk to him, and he saw it, so he lowered his eyes and said very submissively: "I wish Your Majesty a successful start. I will go home first."
Bai Tianming nodded, expressing his appreciation for his tact. He casually grabbed a green jade bead that had been offered as a tribute by the small tribe they were about to conquer the next day, threw it to him, and said with a smile, "This is your reward. Take it and go."
The prime minister took the green jade bead, thanked him repeatedly, knelt down and kowtowed, then turned and left holding the bead.
The court was empty.
A new day begins.
Bai Tianming was waiting for everyone in the court. People appeared in front of him one after another, all with their heads lowered, occasionally looking at each other, as if they were communicating something through their eyes.
The Prime Minister stepped forward, stepped out of the crowd, and spoke first, "Your Majesty! Everyone is here! When will Your Majesty prepare to go to battle?"
"Now." Bai Tianming stood up from the throne, walked out step by step, through the crowd, towards the bright open space outside the door, and answered.
Everyone brought him in front of the soldiers and horses. He took a quick look, jumped on his horse, and rushed out first. The other soldiers and horses followed behind him. The food and fodder were at the back, and there was not much of them.
Because the goal is to win quickly and decisively.
Sure enough, within a day, the victory was complete. The small tribe was in disarray, cries shook the sky, flames burned on the ground, as if hell had appeared on earth.
Bai Tianming rode on his horse and circled the small tribe twice, looking at all the captives and corpses. The soldiers were picking up the remnants nearby, and the sun was gradually setting in the west.
The son of the tribal chief suddenly rushed out and opened his arms to block Bai Tianming. Bai Tianming raised his eyebrows, a little surprised that he was not caught and now appeared on his own, as if he saw a cat hiding in the corner suddenly rush out.
The soldiers rushed over and tried to capture the man, apologizing and begging for forgiveness: "We don't know where he came from! He ran so fast! We'll take him away right now!"
"No rush," Bai Tianming stopped the soldiers who were trying to drag the man away, and said with a half-smile, "Since he finally came here, we have to know what he's going to do, right?"
The soldiers fell silent and relaxed their grip.
The disheveled young man clenched his fists in indignation, staring at Bai Tianming with tears in his eyes, gnashing his teeth, and asked in sadness and disbelief, "Why..."
He took a deep breath, tears suddenly rolled down his face, his throat choked, and he clenched his fists tightly, as if he wanted to punch Bai Tianming in the face right away: "Why didn't you keep your promise?"
Bai Tianming's face was expressionless, as calm as if he were looking at a pool of still water rather than a living person. He tilted his head as if reminiscing, and asked slowly, "What promise?"
"Just last month!" The young man's eyes widened, his face filled with astonishment. He trembled all over, almost falling to his knees as he screamed and sobbed heartbreakingly. "My father came to your palace last month and offered you a priceless green jade bead. There's only one in the entire tribe, but he gave it to you. You promised him that you would protect the tribe as you would your own city-state, but what are you doing now? What are you doing now? What have you done?"
He bent over with his head down, his body shaking violently, as if his vision went black because of his heart-wrenching scream. He knelt on the ground and punched the ground, stirring up some insignificant dust.
He lay on the ground, his back bent like a bow, his body trembling slightly, as if the bowstring was about to be fully drawn. There was no doubt that if he really had a bow, the first person he would attack would be Bai Tianming opposite him, but he didn't have one. He had nothing in his hands except his fists. He punched the ground and burst into tears.
"So there's such a thing," Bai Tianming muttered thoughtfully, "You're unlucky."
The soldiers' excited expressions became subtle.
The young man paused in his sobbing and raised his head. His face flushed, tears still rolling down his cheeks. He strained his eyes, hoping to discern Bai Tianming's appearance through the blurry tears. He collapsed and said in disbelief, "How could you be such a person? You tyrant! Tyrant! You don't remember anything at all? Absolutely not! You're lying! What are you pretending to be? You're ridiculous, pathetic, and hateful creature! I curse you! You will be killed by the people closest to you! In the most humiliating and unacceptable way!"
Bai Tianming smiled at him very gently, as gentle as a devil: "Thank you for your good wishes. Goodbye."
Bai Tianming said this and waved his hand. The soldiers rushed forward and took the young man away immediately.
At sunset, Bai Tianming rode his horse slowly back to his palace, followed by a large group of followers and soldiers.
The sky was filled with gloomy clouds, like the smoke gradually darkening from the fire on the ground. The pitch-black smoke drifted up to the sky with the wind, and the already very dark clouds were shrouded in the smoke, forming a huge, dark, and blurry skull.
The evil skull was spying on the earth from the sky, its eye sockets suspended on Bai Tianming's back, like a sword of Damocles hanging above his head.
He may have been completely unaware of this, or he may have expected it, or he may have accepted it with pleasure. In any case, he returned to his palace after dark.
After resting, the sun rises and it is a new day.
Bai Tianming went to court. All the ministers were there. In front of them, Bai Tianming drew a new card, a card of luxury. The golden card was piled with countless gold coins. A curly-haired man knelt on the ground, raised his head and scattered the gold coins in his hand into the air, with a crazy smile of appreciation and satisfaction on his face.
Bai Tianming looked at the card and frowned slightly.
The Prime Minister immediately stepped forward with confidence and said without hesitation, "We can go to the market and find a beggar to help Your Majesty complete this card!"
Bai Tianming looked at him and said with a half-smile, "Okay, go now. I'll wait for you here. When you finish your work, we can consider going home."
The prime minister patted his chest and said, "I will definitely get it done!"
Bai Tianming nodded without comment: "Go ahead."
The prime minister turned and left, and soon brought back a man. He was wearing tattered clothes, looked skinny, and had dark skin. He lowered his head and bent his waist. He looked timid and had no energy. Even his voice was trembling and weak, like a snail hiding under the leaves on a rainy day.
Because he was too thin, his face was sunken and his skin was stuck to his bones, making him look a bit like a skeleton. But because his eyes were still open, he looked a little weird. He had thick dark circles under his eyes. When he looked at people, he would glance and then quickly look away, as if he was afraid and provocative.
The face shape is an irregular polygon, which looks very strange and gives the impression of a fake person. It can't be said to be good-looking, nor can it be said to be ugly. It is just an ordinary person who suffers, has no time and energy to take care of himself, and has no money to spend on maintenance and beautification.
The Prime Minister was standing nearby, slightly bent over, looking as if he was about to offer advice. He asked respectfully, "What are your plans, Your Majesty?"
Bai Tianming gave the Prime Minister to the beggars, thought for a moment, and gave them a bag of gold coins. He smiled and waved to them, saying, "Goodbye!"
The prime minister was stunned, holding the bag of gold coins, standing at the door, as if petrified. The sunlight fell on him, but the golden light could not illuminate his face.
The two black pupils on his face were like dead round insect eggs, motionless and embedded in his face, making him look a bit weird, and inexplicably matching the beggar beside him.
The beggar was stunned for a moment and looked at the prime minister beside him. The prime minister had a white face, good skin, and his clothes were made of the best material. The patterns on them were complex and symmetrical, and extremely beautiful, like a butterfly that had just broken out of its shell, struggling on the leaves, wanting to live and die, about to fall but not yet. But what attracted the beggar's attention more was the bag of gold coins in the prime minister's hand.
He stared at the bag, which was bulging with the faint shape of gold coins visible, like a beauty covered with gauze. He couldn't help but reveal his greed.
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