The First National Preceptor of the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 1261

The minister realized that King Indira might be overthinking things, so he quickly continued speaking.

"Your Highness, we are holding the Cuju (ancient Chinese football) competition not simply for the sake of the game."

Such words finally piqued the interest of King Yinglan, who slightly raised his head.

"So what are your thoughts now? Tell me briefly." King Yinglan slowly stood up and couldn't help but ask.

If a minister has a good idea, then it's acceptable for him to give it a try.

He really didn't want to keep being belittled by Xu Tian. If this continued, he might not be able to resist confronting Xu Tian directly and even resorting to violence.

"Your Highness, we can request the sons of the ministers to come, ostensibly for disaster relief, but actually to take them hostage." The minister glanced around and stated his idea directly.

King Yinglan clapped his hands, thinking that the minister's idea was particularly good.

“Your idea is not bad. Let’s start now, lest things get complicated later.” King Yinglan really couldn’t wait a moment longer.

After discussing the next steps with his ministers, King Yinglan quickly began preparations for the Cuju (ancient Chinese football) match.

The other ministers were also notified, and some dared not speak.

How could they not know what the King of Yinglan was planning? But their official positions were too lowly to dare to defy the King of Yinglan.

If they go without fear, King Yinglan will surely blame them, and their official careers may become even more difficult.

Before long, the ministers spontaneously gathered together and began to discuss how to resolve the matter.

"Why did His Highness send them to the elimination rounds? What is he thinking?" A minister shook his head vigorously, his feelings complicated.

Upon hearing his words, the other ministers also began to speak, their expressions growing increasingly agitated.

They simply don't have any solutions.

As they chatted, they suddenly started talking about Xu Tian, ​​who dared to stand up to King Yinglan.

Gradually, the ministers came to believe that Xu Tian was their only remaining hope, so they all prepared to seek his help.

Xu Tian had just finished resting when he saw a swarm of ministers approaching.

He was quite busy and didn't know that King Yinglan was preparing for a Cuju (ancient Chinese football) match, so he was just puzzled and hadn't reacted yet.

"Why did you come so suddenly? Please sit down, I'll have the servants pour you some tea." Xu Tian gestured for them to sit down, and quickly calmed down.

They're already here, so I can't just kick them out.

Therefore, he should treat them well now.

In the past, the ministers might have politely thanked Xu Tian, ​​but now they were too anxious to sit down.

The minister standing in the center knelt on the ground, his voice filled with helplessness: "My lord, only you can help us now. We hope you can have mercy and help us. We really have no other choice."

The other ministers also knelt down, and they all said the same thing.

With a slight blink, Xu Tian was in a daze.

"You'd better get up quickly and tell me the whole story so I can understand what's going on," Xu Tian said gently, helping the minister who had been kneeling up.

With so many ministers coming, it seems this is no simple matter.

Looking at Xu Tian with gratitude, the minister quickly told him everything about his family. He was so excited that he almost knelt down again.