A rebellious minister forced me to be a foolish king

Chapter 612: Punishment
As the oil-paper umbrella covering the two people was blown away, what came into view was the red-shirted boy's increasingly baby-like face with a high ponytail, 3:7 bangs, and increasingly dull face.

Even though she had a childish face, her tall and agile figure and her sharp eyes and heroic look did not look out of place on her.

Yuan Wuyou was also able to see that the young general in silver armor had a head of messy hair that was wet and stuck to his scalp and cheeks due to the rain. He also had a baby face, but his complexion was pale, with a high nose and deep eyes, and his arrogant eyes were blue.

Obviously a Xianbei person.

The moment their eyes met, both of them felt that the other's eyes were a provocation, like an arrow aiming before it escaped from the bow.

The next moment, Yi Fuya took the initiative and suddenly swung his fist at the red-shirted boy in front of him!
Yuan Wuyou was agile and when the man pounced on him, he grabbed his fist with his right hand and used the force to kick the man over!
Then he raised his leg and stomped on his stomach!

Because Yi Fuya was covered in armor, this kick would not cause him much injury. Immediately afterwards, Yuan Wuyou swiftly drew out the Chixiao sword from behind him, raised the sword with his backhand, and stabbed it into the back of Yi Fuya's hand that was stretched out to hit her!
——The sharp sword blade instantly pierced through his entire left palm and viciously wedged it into the gap between two bluestone bricks.

"ah!!--"

"Remember, you were the first to make the move."

The moment the sharp sword blade pierced the metacarpal bone of his left hand, a large patch of scarlet instantly gushed out from the white back of Yi Fuya's hand! The dripping blood instantly seeped into the cracks in the ground and was washed away by the rain.

Yi Fuya, who was pinned to the ground, felt such pain that his eyes went dark. Tears of pain flowed uncontrollably from his eye sockets. His face turned even paler in an instant. He felt that his left arm had completely lost sensation. He didn't even tremble, but his whole body began to spasm unconsciously.

His voice was trembling, and he was extremely angry. "You bastard! Move the sword away! Otherwise, I will chop you to death!"

"You dare to hit me with this hand? Then I will cripple your hand."

The red-shirted girl, who was half squatting and half sitting on the young general in silver armor and stepping on him, looked like an angry beast at the moment. Her brown phoenix eyes, looking down from above, burst out murderous intent and her eyes were filled with fierceness, as if she wanted to eat someone, but her tone and expression were not excited at all.

Yi Fuya looked up at the person squatting on his waist. It was the first time he saw someone more ruthless than himself.

As soon as he opened his mouth, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes: "Ah! Gouri... Who are you?"

Several soldiers were shocked by the counterattack of the one-armed boy. Seeing that their leader was about to be killed, they rushed over. However, they had just taken a step when they saw the red-shirted boy suddenly raise his eyes, sweeping across everyone with his fierce eyes, and shouted in a stern voice: "Back off!"

Her stern and powerful shout inexplicably had the aura of an emperor, and the soldiers did not dare to step forward.

Seeing this, Yi Fuya was so angry that he endured the pain of his hand bones being pierced and turned to his subordinates to call for help: "Come on! Kill this dog, ah!!"

As soon as he cursed "dog", Yuan Wuyou, who was pressing on him, twisted the hilt of the sword lightly and rubbed the sharp thin blade against his metacarpal bone. The huge pain of cutting bones and grinding flesh caused a piercing pain in his limbs and meridians! The silver-armored young general was so painful that he didn't even have the strength to speak. He rolled his eyes and almost fainted.

He was also screaming miserably, like a wolf howling.

Several soldiers were so frightened that their souls almost flew away.
"You stop!"

"Let go of our General Yifu!"

In the heavy rain, everyone was soaked, but no one cared about being wet.

The half-naked young man lying in the puddle nearby also sobered up a lot after hearing the shrill wolf howls. He struggled hard to crawl to her feet and said in a hoarse voice: "Calm down! Young master, don't hurt his life! Please calm down..."

Yuan Wuyou heard this and looked down at the young prisoner kneeling at his feet. He still had the long braid on his shoulders. When he was dressed neatly, he looked tall and thin like an adult man. But after taking off his clothes, he still had the thin body of a teenager. His already weak shoulders and slender waist now had several new wounds, and the skin turned white by the rain.

Seeing his miserable state, Yuan Wuyou felt a sharp pain in his heart. The boy's face was covered with mud, but the rain washed away the dirt, revealing a pair of deep blue eyes with a cold light. Fortunately, there was no wound on his face, which was clean and flawless like cold jade. His eyebrows were thick and his eyes were deep, but his face was youthful.

When their eyes met, his face was as calm and composed as ever, and he had nothing else to say except begging for mercy.

When Yi Fuya heard the name, he immediately raised his head in great pain and asked the thug who was pressing on him in a daze:

"Young Master? Which Young Master are you?"

He had been holding an umbrella behind him, watching with cold eyes. Xiao Tongyan said lightly at this time: "Of course it is the crown prince of Western Wei, the Prince of Fengling of Northern Zhou."

Yi Fuya looked up at the one-armed boy in red with a shocked look on his face. "You...you are King Fengling?"

Yuan Wuyou lowered his phoenix eyes slightly, looking down from above, with a cold and stern look in his eyes.

"Do you still dare to fight me?"

Yi Fuya was naturally dissatisfied with this question. He avoided the palm that was nailed in the ground by her, struggled hard with his other limbs for a few times, and suddenly swung his right hand to hit her injured left arm! "You slave of a conquered country! I can still beat you even if I lose my hand!"

She dodged quickly, but the sword blade was still stuck in his left palm and pierced into the crack in the ground. Yuan Wuyou quickly grabbed his neck with his right hand, and then used his left hand to slap him several times!

"Swear again."

Yi Fuya, who was being ridden on and beaten, was a little dazed. He coughed and raised his head to greet the heavy rain in his face. His vision was blurred by tears and he felt that the face in front of him was becoming more and more terrifying.

"Are you a man or a woman? You are so strong! Let me go!"

Yuan Wuyou slapped him a few more times. Seeing that the boy was shaking with pain but still trying to raise his left hand that was pierced by the sword, Yuan Wuyou withdrew his hand that was pinching his neck and instead pressed it hard on the sword, making his left palm unable to move.

"Do you want this hand to be crippled, or do you want to die?"

In severe pain, unable to turn over, Yi Fuya's whole body was convulsing. Finally, he gritted his teeth and begged for mercy with difficulty: "I won't hit you anymore, King Fengling... let me go..."

"Apologize."

"I was wrong... Fengling King... let me go, I was wrong..."

Yuan Wuyou then drew his sword, stood up, and kicked away the young general who was still trembling in pain.

"get out."

After saying that, she picked up the umbrella on the ground, turned around and threw it on the head of the thin-backed boy who was sitting in the heavy rain.

"Go back and tell people that the umbrella was given by King Fengling. If anyone dares to steal it, I will kill him."

With just a glance at the boy's thin body, Yuan Wuyou was distressed to find that Wan Yuwuyu seemed to have not changed much in the past three years. His body under the cloth and armor was still the same as when he left three years ago, thin and weak, with thin shoulders and waist, not even as strong as the Han girl.

This behavior is a symptom of hyper-masculinity and is required by the plot. Good children should not learn it.