A rebellious minister forced me to be a foolish king

Chapter 689: Keep the Sword for Self-Defense
The two of them started pushing and shoving each other instantly!
Yuan Wuyou tried to pull her hand back in a hurry, but Chongming was not afraid of death. He took the knife in her hand and stabbed it into his heart!

——During the struggle, the sharp knife in Yuan Wuyou's hand pierced through his collar and stabbed into the man's chest.

A stream of blood spurted out, covering half of Yuan Wuyou's face.

The man leaning against the back of the chair in front of her ignored the blood on his chest and gave her a look of approval: "As expected of the crown prince of the previous dynasty, you really have the ruthlessness and cruelty of an emperor."

Chongming coughed twice. The black iron ghost mask blocked his view, so it was hard to tell what was going on. But he still spoke in a steady voice:

"I wanted to tell you some fresh battle reports and old stories, but you and the male fox got angry with me as soon as we met. Ask me whatever you want while I'm still alive."

Yuan Wuyou was so frightened that he quickly slid the mechanism on his wrist, retracted the blade, and covered his chest with his palm!

"What are you asking? If you want to die, stop blackmailing me. Hurry, hurry, hurry..." She quickly turned her head to look at Gao Yanzong, who was standing beside her with a shocked look in his eyes and pursed lips.

"Give me that ointment of yours, it can stop the bleeding and relieve the pain!!"

Yuan Wuyou was so anxious that sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead.

The man lying on his back on the chair covered her hand that was pressing on his chest and snorted in a deep voice, "Don't use the things that that slutty man used to taint me!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Gao Yanzong, who was holding the medicine jar in both hands, stood there awkwardly with his white and straight legs exposed.

He looked at Yuan Wuyou with helplessness and grievance.

Yuan Wuyou immediately raised his hand and wanted to slap the bespectacled guy! But he was afraid of being blackmailed by him, so he had to put his hand down awkwardly.

She could only narrow her eyes, grab the man's collar with her bloodstained hands, and shout in a deep voice:
"Presumptuous! You..."

Suddenly their eyes met, and Chongming held her wrist again.

While the noise was going on here, we suddenly heard a few people coming in. Bell was shouting loudly at the door, and there was also a male voice shouting:

"Boss, it's bad! The Tangut Qiang are attacking the city!"

Upon hearing this, the man with double pupils sneered, and his previous madness changed, and his eyes became sharp and cold.

"Don't mind your own business. He has come to rob the official prostitute. You probably don't know that he wants to kill you too."

Even if Yuan Wuyou was slow-witted, she could guess that Chongming appeared to protect her, but now he was stabbed by her.

But she said firmly, "Release that official prostitute, and I will have my people escort him out of the city. I am willing to be your hostage and accompany you to the end."

"You have really mastered the art of ruling. But I don't need to hold a woman hostage. I'll give her to you. It's up to you to take care of yourself."

As he said that, Chongming pushed the girl in front of him away, stood up on his own, and without paying any attention to the blood flowing from his chest, he just wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at her deeply.

"Be careful of the people around you."

After saying that, he suddenly flicked his sleeves, turned around and left.

As soon as Chongming left, he took away the large number of Chishui rebels outside the door as well.

After the Chishui rebels left, Bell, who was guarding the door, took a step forward and saw the man swinging his two white legs. He quickly covered his eyes and apologized:
"It's my fault! I came at the wrong time..."

He withdrew one foot, quickly closed the door and went out.

Yuan Wuyou looked at the man still holding the ointment in his hand, standing barefoot on the ground in a daze, rubbing his white toes until they turned powdery, and then she immediately hooked the man's legs, hugged him by the waist, and gently put him on the bed. Then she quickly picked up the pile of pink clothes she had thrown at the foot of the bed and covered Gao Yanzong's legs with his arms around his chest, with a gloomy face.

"Please get dressed in the house first. I'll go out and take a look."

Gao Yanzong said nothing, first put his pants on his white and slender legs, without raising his head, he hummed from his throat:
"Why is this guy so clingy to you? He sounds like a resentful husband, as if he has a secret affair with you. If you slap him, I'm afraid he'll lick your hand."

Yuan Wuyou didn't reply, his eyes were deep and sharp.
"are you--"

"I do not know."

As soon as she opened her mouth, he knew what she was going to say, with tacit and ruthless understanding.

Gao Yanzong, who had just put on two feet due to nervousness, looked up awkwardly to meet her questioning gaze, and he hurriedly continued to explain:

"At first I didn't know he was betting on both sides. I thought he was only against the court. How could I know he had a personal relationship with you?"

Yuan Wuyou didn't ask any more questions, just nodded.
"Then I'll go ask him, and by the way, see if he really wants to save me or if he's just making it up. The most important thing is to make sure Wan Yuwu's uncle is safe. As long as he's not dead, I'll take him away."

Gao Yanzong then realized that she wanted to save Wan Yuwu's uncle and took him away forcefully.

"So you...really want to save his uncle?"

Yuan Wuyou glanced at him sideways, "Why, I occasionally show kindness and justice, and you are so surprised?"

"How could that be? I'm just happy. I'm happy that you're a wise ruler who cares about the world, and I'm also happy for Wan Yu Wu Yu."

Although he had no friendship with Zhou Guo and Wan Yuwu Yu, Gao Yanzong also felt happy for them and was even more impressed by her thoughtfulness and domineering attitude.

Looking at the man holding up the waistband of his pants, which was only stuck on his calves, as if he didn't know how to put on clothes, Yuan Wuyou silently untied the sword from the sword robe slung over his back, first carefully turned the sword tip, pointed the hilt towards Gao Yanzong, and placed it beside him along the bed.

"Leave this for your self-defense. Anyone who breaks in when I'm not around will be killed and it will be my fault."

Gao Yanzong looked up in shock, only to see that her face was calm, as if the thing she gave him was something she had just picked up casually.

He quickly took the sword with his left hand and handed it to her:
"That won't do! I've already accepted your sword, so how can I ask for your sword for self-defense? Besides... how can I deny the murder of someone I killed?"

"The Chixiao Sword was in the hands of its owner during the Five Barbarians Invasion of China. It cut a hole in the person, so just by looking at the wound, you can tell that the person was cut with this sword." As he said this, Yuan Wuyou pushed the blade back into the sheath.

"Besides, the Crimson Sky Sword is the Emperor's Sword of the Han Dynasty in my family. You can kill anyone you see without asking for permission. Keep it and don't let me worry. I'll be back soon."

Yuan Wuyou said seriously, "Don't let me worry," then turned and left, leaving Gao Yanzong alone at the bedside.

He looked at her back, even though she had left for a short time, he felt at ease.

The way she threw the sword to him was just like her personality, domineering, strong, and thoughtful. There were no condescending orders, no wife protecting her husband, only ordinary words, but revealing a deep affection that made people feel at ease.

Gao Yanzong didn't think of himself as a sentimental person before, but since being with her, he found that he was not only emotionally sensitive, lacking love, crying, jealous... but also very dependent on her.

But who can not love a girl like this?
Even if she was real but not famous, like a moth to a flame, he was willing to follow her.

——As soon as Yuan Wuyou went out, he saw three people and a dog guarding the door.

Looking closely, I saw a man next to Bell.