A rebellious minister forced me to be a foolish king

Chapter 957: Xuan Nu Beheads the Demon
The next morning, when Rang County was breached by Yuan family soldiers, the young master of the Yuan family, Prince Fengling, was already standing in front of the inn door, wearing a pitch-black robe, holding two swords, facing the dazzling morning sun, waiting.

At that time, she was standing on the steps, stepping on the corpse of the Western Region Shura Emperor Shi Tian. The body of the blond and blue-eyed foreign man was thrown crookedly on the steps. She had already cut the tendons of his hands and feet, and only his beautiful face was intact.

The first person who walked up to the gate of the inn and witnessed her majestic and heroic appearance was a man in a black robe and a black iron mask.

Behind him were several subordinates all dressed in black robes.

Seeing Wei Tuohua coming towards him, Yuan Wuyou still stood on the steps, proudly and independently.

She didn't say anything, so the newcomer spoke first:

"Your Majesty, do you want to be the savior of the East, Nezha Conquers the Dragon King?"

"I just drove away the demons and did what I should do."

"How admirable! In the face of absolute strength, there is no gender superiority or inferiority."

"I was thinking yesterday, if you knew that Rang County was bullied like this by foreigners, would you have any sympathy?"

As he said this, Yuan Wuyou stepped down the stairs, and walked around the corpse.

Wei Tuohua, who was standing a few steps away from the stairs, also stood with her hands behind her back, a pair of leisurely eyes emanating from behind her mask.

However, his double pupils with four eyeballs were still scary, so Yuan Wuyou still didn't dare to look him in the eye.

"Oh? You were disappointed when you didn't see me show up, right? The founding Duke of Rang County is dead, and Wei Tuohua has no mercy."

"No, I later discovered that many people were working hard in secret, and most people in Rang County were still sober. This is all thanks to you."

Hearing this, a light “Huh” came from under the black iron mask.

Wei Tuohua glanced sideways and said with a smile:

"What have I done for you?"

Yuan Wuyou said solemnly: "The freedom that the founding Duke of Rang County planted in the hearts of the people has enabled more people to have the ability to think independently. It is your residual power that has once again protected your former subjects."

After hearing this, something in Wei Tuohua's heart collapsed, as if it had collapsed in a place that was already full of holes, filling up the huge pit of the abyss.

Wei Tuohua was silent for a moment, and then they looked at each other. He saw that the black-robed girl had walked three or five steps in front of him, and she was looking at him with a smile through her sharp eyebrows and phoenix eyes...

He did not respond to this, but said calmly:

"If one day you can't make it, you can come to Chishui and be my second in command."

"Thank you, I'll remember it."

"Wait, sorry."

"Oh? Sorry to whom?"

"In order to seek revenge, I helped King Dangxiang lead the people of the Western Regions to cause chaos in China. In fact, I feel the most sorry for the people of Rang County."

"Tsk." Yuan Wuyou couldn't help but cross his arms with a smile in his eyes.

"Are you still Skandahua? You are so reasonable and compassionate, I can't believe it."

The pair of calm eyes with double pupils revealed under the mask suddenly became deep and solemn.

"You can call me Wei Chen. But this name is unlucky. Everyone knows that this is the name of a dead person."

"Huh? Why?"

"The Skanda flower and the Skanda Bodhisattva are also foreign legends. I don't want to believe in them anymore."

"Okay, Wei Chen."

"Oh right." Yuan Wuyou suddenly looked at his chest, but his eyes were not charming at all, only worried. "Is the wound from the last time I stabbed you in the chest... better?" Wei Chen's double pupils under the mask suddenly raised, and the corners of his eyes curved slightly with a smile, "I have trained in the wars in the past, so wounds heal very quickly, and I have recovered a long time ago."

At this point, he suddenly changed the subject, his tone lazy. "If the king doesn't believe it, why don't you come in person--"

“——Boss!”

At this moment, someone behind Wei Chen suddenly interrupted him, and a man in black clothes on horseback ran up.

The man got off his horse when he was still a few steps away from the two of them, and then ran a few steps to Wei Chen. It was Tieban who came to report:

"Boss, the Yuan family soldiers have entered the city."

Upon hearing this, Wei Chen bowed lightly to Yuan Wuyou, said goodbye, and led the crowd away.

Before he walked far, Yuan Wuyou saw a group of people standing on the street a few feet behind him. It turned out that when the two men were talking just now, there were people watching from afar!
Wei Chen didn't say anything, but just waved to the people around him, and the people rushed towards Yuan Wuyou holding the scroll.

Yuan Wuyou was stunned by this scene.

When the people in front ran to a nearby place and stopped, several people worked together to unfold a scroll and shouted to her: "You are King Fengling, right? This is the table of all peoples that we just wrote!"

It was indeed just written. Yuan Wuyou took a quick glance and saw that the ink of the words "Thank You to the Queen Mother of the Nine Heavens for Coming Down to Earth to Kill Demons for the People" had not dried yet.

Obviously, if Wei Chen, the founding Duke of Rang County, had not urged and motivated the masses to write the memorial to the people and commend their achievements, these tough guys under his rule would never have been able to do it on their own.

……

When the sun rose completely and the increasingly warm and dazzling sunlight shone on the earth, the Yuan family soldiers finally entered the city.

The first person to step into the gate of the inn was a general who was wearing black and red civil and military sleeves, golden armor, a golden mask on his face, and a golden crown in his hair.

He stepped out his long legs from under his skirt armor, his tall and heroic figure coming against the light, running towards the young man in black shirt bathed in the sun who was standing on the steps in front of the gate of the inn.

At that time, Yuan Wuyou inserted the sword into the ground, holding the hilt, and sitting on one knee in front of Indra's corpse.

Under the steps she was standing on, there were corpses of foreigners piled up into a small hill, which had been charred by the sun, with only a few cold bones left, like dead branches.

She fulfilled her wish and built a Jingguan with the corpses of evil demons from the Western Regions.

Yuan Zizhu, wearing armor, showed a pair of phoenix eyes smiling with satisfaction from under the golden mask. He walked straight up to the girl and stretched out his hand with mountain-patterned wrist guard and pointed finger guard towards her.

"Come here, your uncle is here to take you home."

Yuan Wuyou put his hand in his palm and used the force to go down the stairs, but was tripped by the corpse's arm!
Her feet were empty and she fell down unexpectedly. Suddenly, a pair of arms came across in front of her, and the man's hard wrist guards hit her waist.

Then, the uncle actually took advantage of his height, held her waist and knees, and carried her down from the stairs!
When Yuan Wuyou's waist and abdomen pressed against his bulging breastplate, he was stunned for a moment. Even when he realized that it was the breastplate on his chest, he still felt a little embarrassed.

Until his feet touched the ground and the hard wrist guard around his waist was removed, Yuan Wuyou looked at his uncle in armor and a golden mask, and felt a little dazed.

She now has complicated emotions towards Yuan Zizhu. She has known since childhood that this uncle is not serious in public, but inwardly he has always been a steady and reliable elder to her. He is just a little impatient when it comes to raising children, but he always uses humor to hide his disdain.

But when he was wearing military uniform, the armor and mask looked somewhat like Gao Changgong.

Yuan Zizhu was still joking with her, knowing nothing about it:

"Niece, you are truly a natural born warrior. You can become a hero wherever you go. You really bring honor to our old leader!"

But his niece just looked serious, staring at him with a solemn look, her eyes empty and her mind wandering.

Yuan Zizhu was a little worried. He raised his hand to touch her forehead, but then took it back awkwardly. "What's wrong with you? Are you exhausted? Go back with your uncle, and you can rest."

Yuan Wuyou nodded in response, and Yuan Zizhu grabbed her wrist, which was covered with a wrist guard, and said, "Let's go. The carriage is waiting for you on the street."

Then Yuan Zizhu walked in front, and Yuan Wuyou, who was following beside him, was also dragged away by him.

Looking at his profile with the golden mask on, and because he was so close, he could faintly smell the scent of camellia coming from him... Yuan Wuyou couldn't help but say, "Uncle, I don't know if I should say something or not."