A rebellious minister forced me to be a foolish king

Chapter 704 Power of Appointment and Dismissal
Yuan Wuyou was not polite. He glanced at Yi Fuya's hand and said sarcastically, "What? Are you waiting for me to break your hand?"

Feeling deeply threatened, Yi Fuya subconsciously retracted his hand and put it behind his back, then glared at her with resentment and unwillingness.

She immediately thought that since she had caught someone, she asked Yi Fuya, "Where is Yuwen Huaibi?"

"How dare you! Don't think that just because you and the emperor have a homosexual relationship, you can call him by his name!" After a pause, Yi Fuya stared at him with his big dark-rimmed eyes, looking shocked.
"What do you want to do? You little...little girl, do you want to assassinate the emperor?"

Yuan Wuyou had no time to answer him perfunctorily. He impatiently drew his sword from behind his back and pointed at his two hands that were wrapped like dumplings.

"Haven't you learned your lesson yet? Get lost!"

Yi Fuya was so angry.
"Where do you get the confidence to yell at me, King Fengling? It is your Yuan family that has let our Yuwen family down! Wait until your stepfather comes out and see if you can still act so arrogantly!"

Yuan Wuyou raised the corners of his lips slightly, and said sarcastically yet calmly, "Him? He has to go too."

Before she finished her words, she heard a voice not far away:
"Rebellious son! Don't be so presumptuous! Can you bear the consequences of disturbing His Majesty's rest?"

Following the sound, I saw a man in a wide robe with big sleeves walking out from under the eaves of the corridor, under the sheepskin lamp that was lit early.

The man with a white face and no beard, but with a fierce look on his face, looking down on the two people in the courtyard, is naturally Yuan Baoyue.

When Yuan Wuyou heard that Yuwen Huaibi was taking a nap inside, he knew that this information was exactly what he needed.

The tall Yuan Wuyou sheathed his sword and nimbly raised his leg to meet the enemy.

At the same time, the slim Yuan Baoyue also walked down the stairs in a hurry but graceful manner, holding up her pleated skirt.

He just opened his mouth: "You——"

She interrupted him harshly: "Get out too!"

After saying this, he walked around his shocked Xianbei vicious stepfather and headed straight for the main hall where the door was closed and guarded by guards.

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inside the house.

Yuwen Xiaobo, who came out after hearing the sound, had just stepped over the threshold when he saw a young man in a red shirt and ponytail carrying a sword rushing in.

He wanted to stop her at first, but after seeing her face clearly, he quickly turned around and reported: "Your Majesty! King Fengling is back!"

Yuan Wuyou ignored him and walked straight past the screen partition and into the inner room.

What came into view was the bed inside, with green gauze curtains hanging down in layers and then pulled to both sides, revealing a vague figure in the middle.

As she approached, she saw the man standing up with his slender waist supported, his ink-black hair flowing down his shoulders, as soft as silk.

A corner of her pointed chin, like white porcelain, was revealed among her tangled hair.

Seeing her coming, the Xianbei man hurriedly took out a white jade mask with strings from the pillow and put it on his face.

Yuan Wuyou wanted to ridicule him for covering his face, but then she remembered that he had a lot of excuses for the matter. Sometimes he said that the carbuncle had not healed and the scar had not faded and it was shameful to show his face; sometimes he said that his face would naturally show when he was close to her... She didn't want to cause trouble for herself, so she shut up decisively.

She just stood not far away, quietly watching him stretch out a pair of slender porcelain-white hands from his wide cuffs.

The Xianbei man's hands seemed to have no joints. His long and thin fingers elegantly tied the straps on the ears of the thin jade mask behind his head.

Yuan Wuyou turned his eyes away speechlessly.

"Your Majesty, can you change your clothes first?"

The man with the jade mask nodded, and his clear voice said lazily:
"My King Fengling knows the rules. You should leave first, and let Xiaobo come in to help me change my clothes."

"Oh."

Yuan Wuyou was obediently driven out by him. He only complained in his heart, this is not the palace, why is he so arrogant? He still has to abide by those dignified formalities of meeting guests! He lives too delicately. Didn't he survive by himself in the Qi army camp before?

But she still went out and called Yuwen Xiaobo in to listen to her instructions.

——After a while, in the main hall.

As Yuwen Xiaobo poured tea for his own emperor and princess, who were sitting in the main seats under the paintings in the center hall, he stepped back and left sideways.

Yuan Wuyou looked up at Yuwen Huaibi, who was sitting on the main seat beside him, wearing a yellow gown with black edges. At that time, he had combed his black hair into a high ponytail, which made his shoulders and waist look thin. His hands were resting on the armrests, showing both the heroic spirit of a young man and the nobility of a royal family.

She felt very unhappy when she saw him looking down at her with his long black eyelashes and deep blue eyes under his jade-like face, looking down on people.

"Your Majesty, are you trying to intimidate me?"

Yuwen Huaibi glanced at her and said, "You came to visit me late at night and broke into the inner room. I don't doubt that you have ulterior motives. You have been restrained."

"Well, can't I just leave now?"

The Xianbei man immediately raised his thin lips and shouted sternly: "Don't leave!"

Yuan Wuyou raised his eyebrows and smiled lazily, "I haven't moved yet, why are you so worried about me?"

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"Who's free... I just want to ask you, have you figured it out after coming back this time?"

Well, just now you were following red tape, and now you are acting like a king and putting on airs.

Yuan Wuyou shook his head: "Although I don't know what you mean, the purpose of my visit is just to ask you to issue an amnesty order and release this person."

"Who?" The half-face mask only covered the area below his nose. At this moment, the Xianbei man's red lips slightly opened. "Man or woman? Is it worth your while to speak up?"

Seeing him so serious, Yuan Wuyou felt a little guilty.

"A male...official prostitute."

The Xianbei emperor's eyes suddenly turned cold.

"No need to discuss."

"Eh? You must have misunderstood! Let me explain..."

"What do you need to explain? You have fallen to the point of saving a prostitute, and you still think you are right? The Suxing Mansion is still glaring at you for something."

Although the Xianbei man's tone was cold, this sentence gave Yuan Wuyou an epiphany and he respected him deeply.

She looked at his straight back and dignified sitting posture, and she no longer mind his red tape and pretense.

"If your Zhou Kingdom sincerely invites me to take the position, I only have one condition. The decision-making power of appointing and dismissing all people in Suxing Mansion will be in my hands. Not to mention you, the emperor, even the regent, cannot interfere with my final decision."

After a pause, she smiled and said half jokingly,
"After all, Su Xingfu and I are working for you. In name, I have the decision-making power to appoint and dismiss people, but in the end, aren't we obeying your majesty's orders? I just don't want to be unable to control the connections you have sent me, and be infiltrated by spies."

Yuwen Huaibi looked at her from the side, his gray-blue eyes becoming deeper and more solemn:
"Okay, but you have to tame this unruly thorn first and use him for your own benefit, then I will trust your ability."

"That's easy! Give me Jialuo and give me Prince Consort Yu."

"Of course I can't just pick your confidant. I already have a candidate here. I don't mean to be a spy for you. I just want to see how you can turn the enemy into a friend and give him a way out."

"Who?"

"Yifuya."

Under the half-face mask, the Xianbei emperor's thin red lips uttered a few words lightly, which reached Yuan Wuyou's ears and made her facial features instantly tangled.