Chapter 377

The staff immediately knelt down, looked calm as water, bowed his head and said, "the old minister is frightened, the old minister is guilty!"

"You are guilty! As an old minister of the great khanate, you are in another country, betraying your country and making contributions to other countries. This is a capital crime! When the great Qi country encountered a drought last year, the food donor who did good without his name should be you if he guessed right? Do you know the crime?"

The staff looked dignified, kowtowed deeply and said, "the old minister knows his crime, and the old minister deserves to die!"

Seeing his staff admit it, Hanming shouted angrily: "You deserve to die forever. Do you know that if you hadn't intervened, Gu would have destroyed the great Qi State? Now the world is peaceful, isn't that what you think? Aide, Gu said, people can't get what you can't get! Gu's words don't just refer to women! Gu Nian, you have helped Gu, and Gu will give you another chance to commit crimes and meritorious deeds today! If you If you really know your guilt, take back your resignation just now, go back to your house, think about it, and write a decent text to seek happiness for the people of the Great Khan country after the war! "

After hearing Hanming's angry drink, the staff looked dignified and indifferent: "the old minister leads the order, and the old minister thanks the king for not killing!"

Seeing that his staff was not saying the words of resignation, Hanming eased his tone a lot, still cold, and said sternly: "well, the locust disaster in Yungu area, the flood in the south of hehe, the drought in the north of hehe, etc. I hope I can see the useful Memorial you submitted after I come back from qiongsuo!"

The staff immediately replied, "old minister, lead the order!"

Hanming raised his eyes, looked at the dark sky, snorted and said, "well, get back!" Hanming left his staff kneeling on the ground and walked towards the sky palace without looking back.

The drizzle in the sky gradually increased. The raindrops hit his sideburns like black ink drop by drop, slowly dripping along his dignified face, and finally falling on the earth to form a very beautiful picture.

For the first time, the staff felt that this gradually leaving figure was no longer the king in his memory! He was the head of a country and an unparalleled Mingjun who was difficult to meet in a thousand years. He was born an emperor and was worse than his predecessor!