A rebellious minister forced me to be a foolish king

Chapter 532 No Bleeding Left Behind

Seeing this, the man in white did not want to fight anymore. He quickly sheathed his sword, pulled the white horse behind him, and swiftly jumped onto the saddle.

The white gauze curtain above his head also made a beautiful circle at this moment, and the layers of soft silk bloomed like flowers, then fell on his shoulders again, covering his face hazily.

"Stop! You assassinated a loyal official of the imperial court and you still want to escape?"

Hearing this, he really did not move on his horse, but just looked down at the young man in red shirt running towards him. The assassin brother at the side also pulled a yellow horse over and sat on the horse to guard the eldest brother.

Yuan Wuyou had no choice but to turn his wrist, stick the tip of the sword into the ground, and lower his head to check the old general's injuries.

After feeling out a handful of blood, he realized that it was fortunate that he had used his hand to block the attack, so the tip of the sword would have been greatly deflected and pierced his abdomen.

Chi Luoxie's beard was stained red with blood foam, but he still said with trembling lips: "Your Highness, hurry up... He is the leader of the Chishui rebels! Don't let him run away..."

We just sent away a group of Chishui female bandits, how come another Chishui rebel came?

When Yuan Wuyou looked up in astonishment, the man who was sitting upright on a white horse, with his face tightly covered by a white shirt, hooked his hand at her: "Follow me!"

When his voice was not lowered deliberately, it was very cool and pleasant. At this time, the ending tone was like a hook, drilling straight into people's hearts!
But to King Fengling's ears, he heard contempt and provocation.

"How dare you! Are you walking the dog?"

The one-armed young man in red shirt stood up angrily, shook off the scarlet bloodstains on his white fingers, and pulled out the Chixiao sword that was stuck in the ground beside him again.

"Are you the accomplice Wei Tuohua that Tieqiao mentioned? How dare you, a mere bandit from Chishui, come to Henan and Hubei to commit crimes?"

Wei Tuohua looked down at the sword-wielding boy below. The guy was wearing a uniform of the Northern Qi army, a red shirt that reached his knees, and his black hair was tied into a high ponytail, but he had bangs at his temples, looking both heroic and ruffian.

Because of the white veil covering his face, he could not see the face of the young King Fengling, but he could clearly see the boy's left arm, which was tangled like a dumpling and hung straight at his side.

Seeing the young man's silly look as he stood up for the old bastard despite being injured, a man suddenly sneered from under the white gauze curtain:
"So what about Henan and Hubei? I grew up here since I was a child, fought for my country and was awarded a title and became a general. I know this place better than you do!"

Yuan Wuyou felt humiliated, but he also felt that someone else should be humiliated.

Everyone's head was covered with haze, and the dark clouds were pressing in, making the man in white shirt look like a ray of light, so white that it was blinding.

She looked up at the man sitting on the white horse, but she did not feel depressed at all. She was holding a sharp knife, so she was confident and even a little aggressive.

"Your name is Wei Tuohua? Are you related to Wei Xiaokuan? But I haven't heard that he has any famous sons... I heard that some died, and some were adopted..."

When one hears the voice of King Fengling, who is obviously young and has a tender throat, yet pretends to be deep and suppresses his voice to sound intimidating without even being angry, it seems even more difficult to tell whether this guy is androgynous. Perhaps he is really a man.

The man immediately lost interest when he realized that the boy was not a girl. He said in an annoyed tone, "Weituo flower is another name for "ephemeral flower". Don't you even know that? As for the guy named Wei... he is my enemy. So is Chi Luoyong!"

At this point, he pointed at Chi Luoxie behind her and said, "This old villain is a traitor who has betrayed his master and is a running dog of the Yuwen family! If you know better, don't stop me from taking revenge!" Yuan Wuyou decisively stood in front of the injured Chi Luoxie, holding a sword in his right hand, and stopped him:

"I have protected this man in front of Yuwen Huaibi. No matter what grudge he has against you, if you want to kill him, you must fight me first!"

The man in white sneered, "Are you really the former royal descendant, King Fengling? Why do you look like a bandit? You look like a country bumpkin! Do you know who I am?"

"I don't care who you are. Anyway, my last name is Yuan, and my mother is the woman who entered the imperial mausoleum of the Western Wei Dynasty. If your family is in a high position, you will surely be able to be enshrined in the Imperial Ancestral Temple, live next to my mother, and continue to serve the late emperor after you pass away."

Her tone was nonchalant, her face calm and composed, but her words left people speechless.

Hearing this, the man wearing a muli sneered, "Ha! Are you worthy of being called a descendant of the previous dynasty? You are a slave of a fallen country, but you didn't eat the salary of the traitors for nothing, but you actually ran to be a lackey for the usurper? You really make the world laugh at you!"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Wuyou immediately became angry and pointed his sword at the man on the horse: "You!——"

The man interrupted impatiently, "A spineless person like you who recognizes the enemy as your father, are you qualified to threaten others under the banner of the Western Wei Empress? Humph... You'd better not cross the Yellow River to Fenglingdu, otherwise the entire Hexi will be your burial place! When you reach my territory, you will still have to kneel down and beg me to spare your life!"

Wei Tuohua cursed non-stop, and the two people beside him were numb. General Chi Luo stopped panting and crying out in pain, and just stared at the two of them. Even the brothers on the yellow horse behind him stared at their boss with wide eyes in disbelief.

On the other hand, the red-shirted boy laughed out of anger.

"Boy, you are quite arrogant. You insulted the king of a country to his face, and you dare to threaten me with these words? When will it be your turn to govern my fiefdom?"

Even though King Fengling scolded him fiercely, Wei Tuohua still didn't care. Instead, he raised his hat proudly:
"So what if I scold you? I took this Jingxiang land back from the foot of the Southern Liang for the Western Wei! But how did your Yuan family treat me? The emperor appointed people based on personal connections and trusted male favorites, but made the meritorious officials shed blood and tears, and did not leave any descendants?"

Yuan Wuyou was stunned by his scolding.

At this moment, the sound of armor finally came from behind Yuan Wuyou, and a group of people rushed over with the sound of horses neighing, shouting one after another in the wind: "Prince Fengling, Duke of Nanyang!"

But the most piercing sound was the sharp cry - "Yuan Wuyou! Wuyou'er, are you okay?"

Yuan Wuyou turned around in astonishment, wanting to see who was so bold as to call him by his name. As expected, it was a man in black riding a white horse. He was dressed in a tight-fitting outfit and wearing a Nuo mask.

Few people in the world dare to call her by her name.

When she turned around again, she found that the two arrogant boys, one black and one white, had whipped their horses and ran away.

The group of people behind her were the soldiers of the Chi Luo family. They rushed forward and carried away the Duke of Nanyang behind her. Seeing that Chi Luo Yong was saved, Yuan Wuyou didn't want to pay attention to Yuwen Huaibi, but she saw the man with the Nuo mask dismounted and ran towards her.

"I just learned that the 'Weituohua' who issued the challenge is the leader of the Chishui rebels. Fortunately, I arrived in time. Are you injured?"

Looking at the pair of concerned phoenix eyes under his Nuo mask, Yuan Wuyou shook his head, "No."