A rebellious minister forced me to be a foolish king

Chapter 725
Yuan Wuyou and Yuwen Queping stood behind and took everything in.

Seeing that the suspect had been brought to justice, Yuan Wuyou immediately called out to the imperial guards at the door:

"How dare a Qiang person cause trouble right under my nose? Go ahead! Catch him and interrogate him. Find out who his accomplices are!"

Yuwen Queping grew up with Huaxu on the border, so she naturally understood Qiang language. She decisively volunteered to go for the interrogation.

Yuan Wuyou was worried about the brother and sister in the house, but it was not convenient for him to take them to find their relatives, so he entrusted everything to Yuwen Queping.

Then the lively crowd suddenly dispersed.

Everyone in the room was busy with their own things, leaving Yuan Wuyou walking on the street with nothing to do.

Before she had walked far, she suddenly noticed some unusual movement on a tree not far away!
When I looked up, I saw a century-old tree with tangled roots in the middle of the road. An orange-yellow light was coming out of its thick branches, and a person was lying on his side in the light.

There was a leg hanging down, along with a string of glowing red accessories.

The hanging accessories made a sound when the cool breeze blew, but the dazzling light was like a soft lamp.

Yuan Wuyou drew his sword from its sheath with a "swish". At the same time, the man on the tree straightened his long legs and sat up.

He was wearing a golden mask, which shone with the cold luster of metal under the moonlight. He didn't look particularly ferocious, but under the orange-red halo of the night pearl, he still looked a little scary.

The uncle who had just been scolded was now sitting on a tree branch, looking at his niece in a golden crown and orange robe standing under the tree.

He was just like a black panther stalking under the moon, hiding in dark corners, waiting for its prey.

Seeing that it was Yuan Zizhu, Yuan Wuyou reluctantly sheathed his sword and turned to look up at him.

She was the first to speak sarcastically: "Aren't you afraid of heights?"

"Tsk, do you believe everything I say? Silly boy, we are really doomed to be together."

Yuan Wuyou frowned, "Who wants to be with you two? Are you here to stop me? Or are you here to get information from me?"

Yuan Zizhu let out a nasal sneer from under his helmet, then picked up the string of accessories hanging around his waist out of boredom and played with them with his slender white fingers.

She looked up at the ball of red light. It was obvious that what he held in his hand was the cinnabar mother and child holding the night-shining pearl from more than ten years ago.

He followed her gaze and glanced casually at the night pearl in his palm, then lowered his eyes and looked down at the queen holding a sword under the tree.

"My dear nephew, how did you become so weak? It seems that in the past three years you have only learned to be furious and have forgotten your uncle. Only your temper remains the same as before."

At this point, Yuan Zizhu, who was wearing a golden mask, squinted his eyes and said sarcastically, "Same irritability."

The princess under the tree had a golden crown on her head and wore the royal family's regular dress, an orange-sleeved jacket with a black shirt underneath.

It makes that handsome face look even more heroic.

When she heard these words, her eyebrows suddenly raised, and her sharp amber eyes burst into a sinister and fierce light.

"How dare you! Do I know you well?"

"I used to know her very well."

"How many times?"

"A few months ago."

"Heh..." Yuan Wuyou sneered and glanced at Yuan Zizhuo who was sitting on the tree branch.

"Ridiculous! I have been disfigured and lost my memory for three years! How have you seen me? How can I know you?" Because the tree branch was not high, Yuan Wuyou could reach it by standing on tiptoe or stretching out his hand. Therefore, even though Yuan Zizhu was sitting on the tree branch, the two of them did not feel that there was much difference in the conversation.

Yuan Zizhu put down the night-shining pearl on his waist and instead supported himself with his hands on the thick branches on both sides.

Beneath the golden mask, his amber phoenix eyes were filled with cold and arrogant contempt.

"Do you really think that a foolish girl can live peacefully for three years without help? You'd be a fool if you believed it. I know that you lost your past memories unjustly, but it's purely because you fell into depravity. You deserve this disaster!"

"Why do you say that? Then tell me, why did I lose my memory? Can you help me get it back?"

"Humph, who told you to trust that monster from another world? If you want to recover your memory and the culprit, why don't you ask him?"

"Who? Is it She Youyu? The imperial concubine of Yuwen Huaibi?"

"Tsk..." Yuan Zizhu, who was sitting on a tree branch, tilted his neck and narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was laughing because of her anger.

Then he added, "Did you really forget? It wasn't a woman. It was the male monster who wanted to kill you! I advised you to kill him a long time ago, but you said you had your own plans. You wanted to influence him with love..."

"What you said is all nonsense... I don't understand a word you said." Yuan Wuyou looked up at him with great effort, his neck was sore from stretching, so he simply rubbed his neck muscles and said impatiently,

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"You have been here for a long time, right? You also saw the Qiang soldiers entering the city just now, right? Can you tell me what happened?"

Looking down from above, Yuan Zizhuo sat in the darkness, wearing a golden mask, revealing only a pair of sparkling eyes.

"Shouldn't I question you about this? After all, 90% of the Qiang people were once under the jurisdiction of your Huaxu."

Yuan Wuyou saw that although his tone was joking, his eyes were firm and sincere. Plus, what he said made sense, so he had to admit it.

"Are you saying that it is really Dangxiang Bailan who is causing trouble? No way! They are a matriarchal tribe, how could they be so wicked..."

"The fact that Tangut Bailan betrayed you shows that they were unwilling to accept the rule of the female Khan. Moreover, once human nature is unrestrained, who can control themselves? Can you?"

"Heh. Are you coming for me again?" Yuan Wuyou sheathed his sword and glared at Yuan Zizhuo who was sitting on the tree and looking like he was preaching.

"Stir it up, stir it up! You won't be content unless you stir up chaos in this world, turning it into a chaotic world like the late Northern Wei Dynasty, right?"

After saying that, Yuan Wuyou flicked his sleeves, turned around and left.

The next moment, a loud shout came from behind:
"Stop! Yuan Wuyou, stop!"

It’s a pity that Yuan Wuyou didn’t look back.

Because the tree branch was less than three feet from the ground, Yuan Zizhuo slowly closed his eyes, then jumped down easily by inertia, and did not open his eyes until he landed steadily on the ground.

Yuan Zizhu looked at her back as she left, not sure if it was because of the lingering fear of heights or because of her that he felt suffocated.

The crown prince of the previous dynasty in front of her was tall and slender, wearing an orange-yellow outer garment, the common dress of the royal family. Because she walked steadily, the ponytail hanging behind her hardly swayed.

With the three-foot Qin sword slung across her back, her steps were clearly vigorous and powerful, but her upper body didn't even tilt or tremble with the sword. She looked so dignified and solemn.

It's truly the royal nobility and imperial character.

She is always like this! She has always been a mature young woman who is confident of victory. To put it in a positive way, she remains calm even when Mount Tai collapses in front of her or the Yellow River bursts its banks... To put it bluntly, she is too stable. People always pick on the weak ones like her!
Yuan Zizhu was very disappointed with her, but he could do nothing about it.

Because she is uncontrollable and no one can shake her.

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