After his inner voice was read, the little cannon fodder became the darling of the world

The ministers knelt on the ground.

"Your Majesty, please give the people a chance to live!"

The old emperor was so angry that his chest rose and fell violently: "Isn't it that nothing has happened yet? Why should we leave any chance of survival?

Besides, I don’t even know where to survive, so how can I leave a way for others to survive?”

Liao Yongxian retorted: “Your Majesty, when something happens, will the people still be alive?

As the king of a country, you must understand the people's sentiments, follow their will, and seek the welfare of the people.

You can't stop caring about the lives of the people just because you can't find a way to survive. Emperors in ancient times have never been like this. Do you want to leave a bad name for eternity?"

"How dare you! You are just one of my subjects. I gave you your position as Prime Minister. What qualifications do you have to speak to me like this?"

The ministers refused to do this.

“You are the king of a country, indeed.

But we, as your subjects, see that you are acting less and less like a king, and if we do not advise you, we would be remiss in our duty."

“Your Majesty, your current situation is the result of you not caring about the lives of the people and killing innocent people.

If you think more about the people and show more compassion to them, maybe you will get better. "

A desire for life flashed across the old emperor's eyes, but was quickly suppressed.

"Stop confusing the public here and be considerate of the people. Do you think you can make Xiyue submit to Dongling?

You'd better give up this idea. As long as I live, you will never be able to surrender to Dongling."

"What if you die?"

The old emperor closed his eyes and blurted out without thinking: "Death will solve all problems. Out of sight, out of mind."

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized something was wrong and opened his eyes to look towards the source of the voice.

I saw a golden light coming from the roof, and Nangong Jiu sat cross-legged on the lotus seat that Xiao Wang had turned into, and slowly landed in the Yangxin Palace.

"Hey, why are you all kneeling here? Is he going to die?"

The old emperor stared at Nangong Jiu angrily: "You..."

Nangong Jiu went straight to the ministers and said, “Look, he can still talk and get angry, he won’t die for a while.

Come on, come on, eat something first. Only when you are full will you have the strength to kneel down before him."

As he spoke, he took out food from the imperial kitchen from his small bag and distributed it to each minister.

He also held a chicken leg and started to eat it.

"Eat it quickly, it's delicious!"

Liao Yongxian, Huang Zhongyuan and others looked at Nangong Jiu, smiled and took the lead in eating.

The other ministers were indeed hungry, so they also started to eat voraciously.

The old emperor stared blankly, his hunger making him swallow desperately, and the growling sound of his stomach filled the entire Yangxin Palace.

"Are you hungry too? Do you want to eat something? It's delicious." Nangong Jiu tilted his little head and looked at the old emperor with his big eyes blinking.

As he spoke, he took out a roasted golden pigeon from his small pocket.

She gently pushed it with her little hand and brought it to the old emperor: "Here you go, eat it quickly, it's my favorite, I can't bear to eat it."

The ministers lowered their heads, held back their laughter, and ate more happily.

The old emperor looked at the eight-treasure pigeon hovering in front of him and felt that it looked familiar. The fragrant aroma made him drool.

The eunuch hurriedly wiped him.

The old emperor endured the physical and mental torment and raised his hand to try to shoo away the temptation in front of him.

"Take it!"

"You really don't want to eat something this delicious? If you don't, I'll have to put it away."

Nangong Jiuyi spread his hands, and the Eight Treasure Pigeon flew back into his hand and was put into his small pocket.

Xiao Xing, who was hanging on Nangong Jiu's waist, couldn't help but complain with his spiritual sense.

"Your Majesty, aren't you torturing him on purpose?"

"Who said that? I treated him to a meal out of kindness. It was eight-treasure pigeon, which is very rare."

Seeing that everyone had almost finished eating, Nangong Jiu pursed his lips.

"You will starve to death if you don't eat. It's not fun at all for you to worship a living dead who doesn't eat. I'm leaving, leaving..."

The old emperor was so angry that he fell backwards and lay on the bed gasping for breath.

After the ministers had their fill, they began lobbying again.

"Your Majesty, submitting to Dongling is a good thing that benefits the country and the people. After you submit to Dongling, maybe the gods will be happy and pardon you?

By then, you will be a free and easy prince, worrying nothing, not caring about anything, just eating, drinking and having fun, living a happy life, how wonderful! "

The old emperor was so hungry that he felt dizzy and had hallucinations of eating, drinking and having fun.

He stretched out his hand to grab him, but he was startled and instantly came to his senses, and the gesture of grabbing turned into pointing at the minister.

"Stop trying to shake the morale of the army here. I will not be fooled, even if I die.

Xiyue is the foundation established by our ancestors, and we cannot give it to others."

Liao Yongxian smiled and said, "Why are you doing this? You have to save your life first, then you can protect the foundation of your ancestors, right?

What's more, the princes are still so young, are you willing to let them lose their lives like this?"

"Save my life? How can I save my life? I can't even eat the food I see."

"Yes, that's why I said you have to guarantee your life first.

How about this, you write a letter of surrender, and we will help you to ask the gods for mercy?"

The old emperor paused, then threw the pillow beside him at the ministers.

"Shut up. No matter what you say, I will never write this letter of surrender."

Huang Zhongyuan picked up the pillow and handed it to the eunuch: "Your Majesty, it is said that even a tiger will not eat its own cubs. Are you willing to watch the princes lose their lives?"

The old emperor lay on his back on the bed and ignored his ministers.

When this tactic didn’t work, the ministers tried another one.

"Your Majesty, since you are unwilling to write this letter of surrender no matter what I say, then I will chat with you.

When I was young, my great-grandfather often pointed to the moon and told me stories about his great-grandfather.

At that time, my great-grandfather’s great-grandfather was still a prefect of Dongling…”

The minister told the story he heard from his great-grandfather, and he became more and more sad.

The old emperor became more and more upset as he listened, and interrupted: "You all should go back, I am also tired and want to rest for a while."

"Your Majesty, please take a rest. Let us talk about our business."

The ministers simply changed from kneeling to sitting, and continued to talk one after another about some of the past events about Dongling that they had heard from their elders.

The old emperor was sleepy and hungry and wanted to take a nap, as there was always a buzzing sound in his ears.

He was so annoyed that he called out to the secret guards: "Come here, come here, drive them out of the palace.

Those who don’t leave will be killed directly. These traitors cannot be kept alive.”

The secret guard appeared, but did not listen to the old emperor. Instead, he stepped forward and persuaded him: "Master, they are the ministers you rely on the most.

They are dedicated to the country and the people and cannot be killed!

If we kill them, the people will rise up in rebellion before foreign invaders come to divide up Western Yue."

The old emperor looked at his secret guards.

"I can't even order you around?"