A rebellious minister forced me to be a foolish king

Chapter 717: Vermillion
With the scattered memories rushing out of his mind, Yuan Wuyou finally knew who he was!
At the same time, she also realized that her extraordinary memories from the past still existed. She clearly remembered everything from when she was one year old and when she just started to remember things, especially the time before she was five or six years old. But why did she have no impression of anything in the past ten years in Huaxu?

The girl in black clothes in front of him originally had a hostile look on her face, but the moment she pulled off his mask, her eyes showed surprise and softened.

Yuan Zizhu, whose hands were tied tightly behind her back, was originally staring with his sharp phoenix eyes, with sword-like eyebrows and a cinnabar mole on the center of his eyebrows, but when his eyes swept over the purple jade token on her waist, he recognized her identity.

Yuan Zizhu then glanced at him sideways, and with a defiant smile, he took the lead in breaking the stalemate: "Oh, so you are the Purple Star Officer of the Suxing Mansion? Are you the grown-up Xiao Wuyou?"

Yuan Wuyou awkwardly clenched the golden mask in his hand, lowered his eyebrows and said respectfully, "Uncle, I'm sorry for the offense."

"Since you know you've offended me, why don't you untie your uncle?"

Hearing this, she silently walked around behind Yuan Zizhuo, staring at his sunken waist, holding the golden mask in her hand while untying the hemp rope for him.

In order to retrieve the ivy, Yuan Wuyou deliberately did not use a knife to cut the rope, but patiently untied the knot. His uncle's slender hands, which were tied up so tightly that they could not bleed, were white and blue, and were cold to the touch.

Yuan Zizhu rubbed his wrists and stretched his meridians until the hemp rope loosened. The girl in black tights was wrapping the hemp rope tied with the ivy around her wrists.

She frowned and asked, "Why is the prince obsessed with wearing ghost masks? Did you learn it from Gao Changgong?"

"How can a son look like me? That's not right. You only have eyes for your fiancé, right? Who said that he is the only one allowed to wear a mask in the world?"

As he said that, Yuan Zizhu curled his lips and snorted, "Give me back the mask."

"Oh. Uncle, here you go."

Yuan Wuyou then presented the golden mask with both hands.

Upon hearing this, the old fox with a cinnabar red mark on his forehead reached out to take back his mask, narrowing his eyes and smiling slyly.

"You are being polite, niece. You should put the country first when you talk about it. I am your uncle."

Yuan Zizhu spoke in a very lazy and relaxed voice, and at this point, he even raised his voice at the end and jokingly said, "When you were a child, you always called me by my courtesy name "Ranxi", not even my uncle."

Her cousin Yuan Zizhu was well named, which was taken from the story of "Burning Rhinoceros Candle" by Wen Qiao of the Eastern Jin Dynasty. Since she was a child, she loved listening to her uncle Ranxi's sweet words and stories about gods and ghosts.

She remembered that her uncle was initially named King of Heyin because he inherited the title of King of Heyin during the Northern Wei Dynasty from his father Yuan Xie, who had faked his death. It was also to remind her of how her brother died in the Heyin Incident.

However, as the only descendant of Yuan Xie's family, he was jokingly called the most unruly one in the family. Therefore, everyone treated him as a playboy and no one wanted to entrust him with important tasks.

Thinking of this, Yuan Wuyou said awkwardly,
"When I was young, I was ignorant and arrogant, which offended many people. Now I have calmed down. Since it is a misunderstanding, let's just pretend that we have never met."

Yuan Zizhu said slowly, "You took off my mask and looked at my face that no one in the court had ever seen. Now you say you didn't see it, can you pretend you didn't see it?"

Yuan Wuyou looked suspicious, "What do you mean?"

"Ever since you and your daughter left Chang'an, I have worn a mask when I entered the palace, never showing my true face to anyone. Thirteen years have passed, and I didn't expect to make an exception again because of you."

Yuan Wuyou was embarrassed to hear this, and he bowed hurriedly, "I'm sorry to have offended you, uncle. I'm sorry to bother you any further. Goodbye!"

She turned to leave, but someone called her from behind: "Wait."

Yuan Wuyou turned his head, looking puzzled.

Still kneading his wrist bones, Yuan Zizhu, who showed his slender fingers, tilted his neck and said with a smile, "I am your prisoner now, at your disposal. Are you going to abandon me like this?"

As he spoke, Yuan Zizhu raised his leg and walked closer to her.

The sleeved armor he wore showed off his broad shoulders and narrow waist, and the long boots on his feet were powerful and resonant.

As Yuan Zizhu approached, Yuan Wuyou suddenly smelled a faint scent of camellia and rust! It was familiar to the feeling that the imperial guard had given her just now.

Therefore, when the man was still one step away from her, Yuan Wuyou was instantly alert, and glanced at him with a gloomy and sharp look:
"You were the imperial guard who attacked me just now...with a mask on?"

Yuan Zizhuo immediately stopped walking, raised his sleeve and put it under his nose to smell it, then frowned and looked at her.

Her thick black eyelashes lifted, and the cinnabar red mark between her eyebrows seemed to be questioning her.

"How did you tell? Did you look at her figure? Or the way she walked?"

Yuan Wuyou said calmly: "I smelled it."

"Heh...you really are!"

Yuan Zizhu curled his lips and gave a bitter smile. He was about to criticize her, but he didn't know where to start. He suddenly raised his eyes and said with a helpless smile,

"My dear nephew, your ability to identify a man by his scent is not appropriate to use on your uncle."

The niece in front of him didn't care. She said with a serious face and sinister eyes, "My lover likes the scent of camellia, so I am most familiar with it. I suggest that uncle change the incense."

"Tsk, you are such a filial daughter! Your uncle and your lover had the same perfume, and you asked your uncle to change it? Why didn't you change your lover?"

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As soon as Yuan Zizhu said this, he received a sudden fierce look from his niece.

He silently put the golden mask back on his face and said slowly,

"Oh, you can't tell? They say uncles are like mothers. It seems that your uncle and his lover fell into the water, so you must have saved your lover, right?"

Before he could finish his words, the girl in tight clothes in front of him drew her sword from its sheath with a "swish", pointed the sword at his throat with two fingers and spoke coldly.

"Since you brought this up first, I'll settle accounts with you! If I hadn't been strong enough, you would have kicked me to death under the city walls just now, right? How could you still be here to act like a senior to me?"

Yuan Zizhu lowered his eyes slightly and glanced at the cold sword tip that was emitting white light and was pressed against his Adam's apple.

He stretched out two slender fingers and pinched the tip of the sword.

The blade was as thin as a cicada's wing and emitted a cold light.

"The Chixiao Emperor Sword, passed down from Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty after he slew the white snake, is indeed as sharp as its reputation. But..."

He raised his eyes like an old fox, with a look of sneer on his face.

"It's a pity that you held the Emperor's Sword and did all the things that a tyrant should do. Did you really think I couldn't beat you just now?"

The girl in tight clothes looked gloomy when she heard that, but her hand holding the sword was still tightly clenched, unmoved.

Just as she was secretly exerting force on her wrist, trying to turn the sword to scrape the flesh of Yuan Zizhu's two fingers!

At this moment, I suddenly heard a cry in my ear -

"Your Highness, stop it! Don't hurt the King's uncle!"

"Wait a minute, little one! That's your uncle!"

Following the shouts of several people and the noisy footsteps rushing over, Yuan Wuyou turned his head away.

I saw two groups of people running down the street not far away, running separately but still vying for the lead.