A rebellious minister forced me to be a foolish king

Chapter 531 Meeting Wei Tuohua

Outside the outskirts of Bowang City, the sky was covered with dark clouds. On the bare earth path lay several crooked corpses of armored soldiers. The girl in red clothes and black horse who had come here following the smell of blood had a distorted face and looked gloomy.

For fear of alerting the enemy, Yuan Wuyou, who was holding the reins with one hand, quickly dismounted and walked towards the scene on foot holding the reins.

Following the bloodstains on the ground, she looked up and saw only two people standing there, with two horses grazing leisurely behind them.

Instantly! A series of thunders with lightning suddenly appeared above her head, "crackling" and splitting the dull sky! A flash of white light illuminated the two people in front of her -

It was a man in a white shirt, with his back against a large patch of dark clouds, holding a sword and pointing it at another old general in a brocade robe who was slumped on the ground. Because he was standing and sitting, the man in the white shirt looked like he was standing on the ground, tall and burly!
Without even guessing, Yuan Wuyou knew that the man on the ground was Nanyang County Duke Chi Luoxie. And that man was the legendary "Weituohua"?
Isn't this a coincidence? The father and son of the Chi Luo family didn't take her out to play, so how come she ran into the old man who sent her away when she returned to the city?
The cold wind howled, blowing up the white gauze covering the man's head, causing the fine hair on his clothes to flutter and his sleeves to flutter. In the dim light, one could see that he was tall and thin, as if he was about to fly up in the wind. In a trance, Yuan Wuyou thought he saw Yuwen Huaibi.

Her heart trembled suddenly, but she quickly suppressed it...Why could a similar figure make her heart beat faster, but when she saw the real person, she only hid her thoughts from him and had her own ulterior motives?

The man in white faced Yuan Wuyou but did not notice her.

Yuan Wuyou just heard the man speak:
"Is it cruel to sell your son to a brothel?"

His voice was cool, but it was filled with anger for no reason. When he spoke in a deep voice, he had a strong aura and it seemed that he was not someone to be trifled with.

Yuan Wuyou was just wondering how this person, dressed so noble and elegantly, could say such cruel words. Then the fierce and angry rebuke came right after him.

"Then you raped and held hostage the leader's daughter! And you sold your wife and the son of your former master to a brothel! What else should I say?"

The old general who was sitting on the ground with his back to Yuan Wuyou, his figure was so sturdy that even the brocade robe could not cover it. At this moment, he was shaking like a sieve, and the hairpin on his head was almost scattered. At first glance, he sat there panting, and she was so disappointed that she thought, why don't you run away?

Upon hearing the question from the man in front of him, the old general supported himself with one hand and trembled, as if trying to stand up, but he struggled twice, and only a severed, bloody calf appeared from under his robe, and rolled to the ground.

It turned out that it was not that he didn't run, but that he was gasping for breath because of fear, but that his legs were cut off and he couldn't run away, so he was gasping for breath because of the pain.

Seeing this, Yuan Wuyou, who was about ten steps away, felt his eyes go dark... and suddenly felt cold sweat on his back! Judging from the ferocity of this man in front of him, let alone being the madam of the Chishui Flower Kingdom, he would be rich enough to dominate the seven counties of Kyushu!
She also secretly admired the old general. He was worthy of being an old general. His ability to endure pain was beyond that of ordinary people. If it were her... she would have howled like a wolf so loudly that it could be heard within a ten-mile radius.

Yuan Wuyou suddenly thought of Gao Changgong.

He was seriously injured while protecting her, but he never returned the favor, and he didn't even cry out in pain, which made her ignore him being seriously injured. But this fool didn't talk, and his love was deep but silent.

When General Chi Luo heard this, he was so shocked that his eyes were about to burst. His sharp beard trembled a few times, and he spit out blood from his mouth: "Little beast... Who are you?"

At the same time, the tip of the sword in the white shirt man's hand moved slightly, and then slowly slid down the old ghost's neck that looked like dry bark. His voice was cold, and his tone seemed to be suppressing his anger - "Old thief! Have you forgotten how you sold out your champion county man for glory? Have you forgotten the founding duke of Rang County who was betrayed by you in the battle of Jiangling?"

When he saw the man in white shirt pointing the tip of his sword against the old general's neck, Yuan Wuyou behind him hurriedly threw away the reins of the horse in his hand and strode over!
When he ran closer and heard this, Yuan Wuyou's heart skipped a beat. From his tone, he didn't sound like he was looking for trouble, but rather like he was here for revenge?

Hearing this, Chi Luoxie, even with the pain of broken leg and shock, spoke again with a trembling voice: "You...you are the one from Dou Niang...the one from the Wei family--"

"You remember? If you hadn't betrayed me and forced my grandfather to commit suicide, how could my mother and I be here today? Chi Luoyong..."

As soon as the white-shirted man uttered the three words "Chi Luo Yong", a strong voice came from not far away:

"Is that the Duke of Nanyang in front of us?"

As soon as these words came out, they both turned their heads and looked at the red-shirted boy running towards them. They saw that this boy was tall and slender, and walked briskly. He was wearing a short cross-collared robe in the style of the Qi army uniform. His injured left arm was wrapped in white bandages. He only held his right arm with a golden wrist guard, and stretched out his long fingers to hold the sword, with an imposing manner.

Suddenly, a man in tight clothes holding the reins came out from behind the man in white shirt, pointed at the young man and said in surprise: "Brother, it's King Fengling!"

Wei Tuohua was wondering who the newcomer was, and how dare he stand up for the old bastard? He was even more puzzled when he heard that the boy was King Fengling. He had been entrenched in the nine states and seven counties of Hezhong for many years, so he had naturally heard that six years ago, the Northern Zhou court had named the son of the abdicated Western Wei Empress Dowager as "King Fengling". But during the battle of Luoyang six years ago, there were rumors that the Prince Huaxu was a woman dressed as a man. He also heard that there was a dispute over the "real and fake King Fengling" here recently...

Was the Fengling King in front of him the same Huaxu Prince from six years ago, or the fake Fengling King? Was he a boy with a penis, or a woman dressed as a man? ... A series of doubts suddenly made Wei Tuohua curious about this former royal descendant. When he saw the young man's heroic face through the white veil, he felt that this guy was difficult to tell whether he was male or female, mysterious and strange.

When he saw the one-armed Fengling King approaching with a sword, General Chi Luo's cloudy old eyes brightened up a little. He shouted hastily, "Fengling King..." as if he had seen a savior.

Noticing that the old man under the sword of the eldest brother took the opportunity to move slightly, the man in tight clothes shouted: "Don't move!"

Then he swiftly swung out the blade hidden in his wrist guard and pointed it at the old general's neck, which was as dry as tree bark.

When he heard his familiar voice, Yuan Wuyou looked at the masked man next to the man in white shirt. Sure enough, it was the murderer he had seen in the brothel!
Just when Yuan Wuyou was three or five steps away from the three men, the man in white shirt suddenly raised his sword fiercely and stabbed the old general who was slumped on the ground in front of him to cut out his heart!
"stop!"

"ah!!--"

At the moment when the sword tip fell, General Chi Luo quickly raised his hand and grasped the sword tip. Although he blocked most of the force, the sword tip still pierced into the chest cavity under the skin.

As the screams of pain rang out, King Fengling, who had rushed to the rescue, had already drawn his sword.