A rebellious minister forced me to be a foolish king

Chapter 397 Chapter 397 Male Prince Hua Xu

With eyes filled with care, Yuan Wuyou carefully placed the spoon with wontons in his hand among the pile of broken porcelain pieces.

Then he turned and glanced at the lineup behind him.

As expected, the leader of the fake "Yuan Wuyou" had a tall figure, his shoulders and back were still straight despite the armor on his body, and he stood with a sword in hand, making him look heroic. Behind him were Yuan Baoyue and several armored guards.

She drew her sword with a swish, changed her expression of compassion, confronted him solemnly, and said angrily:

"Whose disciples are you? Are you done with your disguise?"

After saying that, he rubbed his body, used his sword as a machete to chop the ground, and started fighting with the opponent. The two of them looked very similar, and when they saw her taking the initiative to attack, the other party responded without hesitation with his sword.

She didn't believe in evil at first, until the more she fought, the more familiar the moves became. Not only did the opponent imitate her swordsmanship and body skills, but even the moves, tips and habits that she was good at in close combat were imitated by this guy! Her heart went cold, how could there be any justice in heaven?

But the other party didn't give her a chance to be distracted. This guy found a gap and kicked out, directly kicking Yuan Wuyou in the heart!

Originally, the goggles on her chest were thick enough and external force could not cause much damage. However, this guy was quite strong. Yuan Wuyou was kicked hard and thrown backwards, hitting the table.

The broken porcelain pieces on the table were smashed and scattered all over the floor.

Yuan Wuyou clutched his sore chest and gritted his teeth, thinking that this guy's legs were too strong! I'm afraid they all suffered internal injuries.

As soon as she opened her eyelashes with difficulty, a sword light struck her head-on!
Soon enough, she twisted and rolled onto the ground beside her, and a section of her flying ponytail was cut off!
As fine strands of ink-like hair were splashed in the air, the wooden table that Miss Yuan had just leaned on was split into two and broken into two halves.

Until Yuan Wuyou got up and looked at the wreckage of the wooden table on the ground, she was quite frightened. She couldn't help but widen her amber phoenix eyes, frowning, and looked into the eyes of the person who came up!

"Sisters, who are you? You are so anxious to silence me that you will pretend to be me and take over, right?"

When the other party spoke, it was a clear and crisp voice:

"I am...another you, but above you!"

Upon hearing this noise, Yuan Wuyou felt a buzzing in his ears. Damn it, the other party could even imitate her voice? At this moment she was really panicked and scared, "Sister, how are you taller than me? Are you taller or are you more clever?"

Before she finished speaking, an old voice suddenly sounded:

"The one who can defeat you Yuan Jixiao is naturally the other you!"

When she caught a glimpse of Yuan Baoyue in front of the imperial guards behind the fake "Yuan Wuyou", she suddenly remembered,

"Heh, you're pretty good at impersonating this time, but you're better than She Youyu."

Yuan Wuyou didn't believe that she could defeat him. After all, those who learn from her will live, and those who follow her will die. If there is anyone in the world who can defeat her, she is the only one!

Taking advantage of these two cruel words, she took the opportunity to move her wrist twice in preparation for the next round.

But as soon as she finished speaking, the imperial guards behind Yuan Baoyue shouted: "You stinky girl, don't be rude to Prince Fengling!" "How are you talking? Our Concubine She is worthy of comparison with you. ?”

When Yuan Wuyou heard this, he laughed angrily and glanced at the "Fengling King" who was standing with a sword in his eyes.

"Hey, they said you are King Fengling? Then who am I?"

Hearing this, the "Fengling King" in front of him suddenly opened his long-lashed eyes from his fanged ghost face. His cold eyes seemed to be quenched with poison. He only glanced at Yuan Wuyou with disdain, which made her feel uncomfortable all over.

"Oh, everyone knows that Prince Fengling is the Prince of Huaxu, how could he be a daughter? I am the legitimate heir of the Yuan clan of the Western Wei Dynasty!"

"Huh? Are you a boy?" After hearing the news, she cast her eyes on the chest of the "sister" across from her, but with the goggles blocking it, she couldn't really see the rise and fall of the sex.

Sister Yuan immediately raised her eyebrows and said with narrowed eyes, "I really haven't heard that I have a brother? Why don't you dig my mother out and confront her in court to see if she recognizes your son?"

As soon as these words came out, not to mention Yuan Baoyue's eyes were slightly shocked, even the imperial guards behind him couldn't help but gasped:
"Is your daughter the biological daughter of the Empress of the Western Wei Dynasty?"

The "Prince Huaxu" opposite her also looked slightly shocked, and a clear cold snort came from under the fanged ghost face:

"You are really a filial daughter."

As soon as he blurted out these words, Yuan Wuyou felt as if he had suddenly hugged a piece of ice in the dog days of summer and was awake from head to toe! Although this voice is difficult to distinguish between male and female, it is actually a male voice!
Her eyes suddenly brightened. To confirm everyone's deception, Yuan Wuyou sheathed his sword and reached out to take off the mask of the brother in front of him. However, as soon as he touched the cold gold, he grabbed her wrist and turned his hand over. Goodbye!
How could Yuan Wuyou sit back and wait for death? She immediately pulled out her hand to fight back, and the two swift people started fighting again.

The wonton table that had been blocking them just now was chopped into pieces, and the two of them stepped on the debris almost unimpeded, from the wonton stand to the back alley around the corner!
When the brother and sister met for the first time, they started fighting without saying a few words. Even in the hearts of the onlookers, the Forbidden Army felt that their family was unlucky. But looking at Yuan Baoyue, he was so happy that he stroked his long beard and praised: "Okay, okay! My son is really excellent in martial arts!"

As the two of them ran away and could no longer be seen, Yuan Baoyue realized something was wrong and hurriedly led his troops to pursue them.

At this time, in the back alley, the brother with the golden ghost face was punching him hard! Smashing my sister against the dusty brick wall.

Sister Yuan, who was wearing golden bright light armor, covered her abdomen with one hand. Her fair and smooth forehead was covered with fine sweat. Through the tight armor, she could still feel the pain as if her internal organs were being displaced!
The other hand quietly touched the scabbard at the waist.

"You kid...where did you learn martial arts? You really beat me to death——" She was out of breath. Just in the middle of her words, the young man twisted his waist and pressed her down, grabbing her and holding her. The sword's hand was raised above their heads in a fierce movement, and even her whole body was pressed against the moss-covered wall.

At this moment, a strange fragrance hit her nostrils... But Yuan Wuyou had no time to think about it, because his cold claws were like those of a dead person. As soon as he grabbed her wrist, she felt bitingly cold and she shivered from the cold!
She didn't rush to fight back, but pretended to be invincible. Taking this opportunity, she stretched out her hand covering her abdomen, lifted up the opponent's skirt, and grabbed his crotch! She was surprised to find... there was a lump of warm soft flesh there.

She suddenly remembered something someone said: No matter how cold-blooded a man is, there is warmth everywhere...

Sister Yuan couldn't help but suddenly widened her amber phoenix eyes, her evil little hand was trembling, but she still hadn't moved away from the package of warmth under her palm.

"You...you actually found a man to disguise yourself as me?"

Anyway, she didn't believe that she had a blood brother.

The next moment, an iron palm slapped Yuan Wuyou on the face!