Rebirth: The little puppet emperor, tearing apart the regent with his own hands

The new emperor was so frightened that his teeth were chattering. He grabbed Yu Wenwen's sleeve and said in a trembling voice: "I...uncle..."

Yuwen's eyes were full of pleading: "Uncle Emperor, I was wrong. You don't care about the faults of villains, just let me go this time..."

Yu Wenzhang chuckled, retracted his fingers, and then slowly drew out the long sword from his waist.

Then, in Yu Wenyong's frightened eyes, Yu Wenyong waved his long sword lightly, and a sword shadow flashed by. Yuwen Yong screamed, covered his arms and collapsed to the ground.

There was no warmth in Yu Wenwen's voice, as if he was describing an ordinary thing. He said: "Because of His Majesty's plan, all the ministers were stabbed eighteen times in total on the Jiangling battlefield... ..”

Yu Wenwen raised his sword and drew it again, this time on Yu Wen Yong's thigh. Blood flowed out instantly, soaking the bright yellow robe in blood red.

Yuwen held his legs in pain and rolled on the ground. His screams never stopped, and his cheeks were covered in cold sweat from the pain. Seeing that Yu Wenwen didn't mean to stop, Yuwen crawled forward with his hands rolling. He hid in the corner, and while hiding, he begged for mercy: "Uncle Emperor! Uncle Emperor! Let me go! I don't dare to do it anymore..."

Yu Wenwen followed Yu Wenyong with his long sword. Hearing this, he said coolly: "Your Majesty, there are only two swords, and there are still sixteen wounds left. I haven't calculated the interest for you yet, so don't hide in a hurry. ....."

The inner hall was just that big, and Yu Wenyong quickly climbed to the corner.

After being unable to retreat, Yu Wenyong pressed against the corner, curled up, turned around and looked at Yu Wenwen with pleading eyes, sobbing bitterly, his face covered with tears and snot, looking extremely embarrassed.

Seeing that Yu Wenwen was unmoved and raised his sword again, Yu Wenyong was frightened and went crazy. He screamed, crawled to Yu Wenwen's feet on his knees, and started kowtowing with a "dong dong dong" sound.

He used too much force and even bruised his forehead, but he seemed unaware and begged frantically for mercy.

He looks like a lunatic. How can he look like an emperor? Yu Wenwen frowned and shook Yu Wenyong away with some disgust.

Seeing that the sword was about to fall again, Yu Wenyong opened his eyes wide.

Suddenly, a hand stretched out diagonally. The hand was white and slender with clear joints, and it firmly grasped the blade of the long sword.

The sharp blade cut the palm of that hand, and blood flowed down instantly.

For a moment, Yu Wenzhang and Yu Wenyong were stunned.

Yuwen's vision blurred through tears slowly moved from the hand to its owner, and then he saw a man wearing a green shirt and a power fence on his head, wrapping himself tightly.

At this time, the man was standing next to Yu Wenwen, one of his hands still firmly holding the blood-stained sword.

When he saw Yu Wenwen, he immediately frowned, let go of the sword in his hand, then nervously separated the man's hand from the sword, and then with a look of distress on his face, he opened the wound that was still bleeding. Holding it in the palm of your hand...

Yu Wenyong's heart felt like a volcano erupting at this moment, and he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

He didn't expect that Yu Wenwen would have such a look on his face. He would actually take someone into his heart and feel distressed because someone was injured...

Is this still Yu article? Does the cold, cruel and treacherous Yu Wenwen actually have such a side?

Yuwen Yong's eyes fell back on Su Qing, and a storm surged in his heart. The shock was mixed with a trace of inexplicable jealousy. Who is this person? To be able to make that Yu Wenzhang lose his composure to this point...

Su Qing was also stunned.

The pain in his palm made Su Qing frown. He originally wanted to hold Yu Wenwen's wrist, but he didn't estimate the distance and grabbed the sword directly.

No one has this luck.

Thinking of this, Su Qing smiled bitterly, then sighed and said: "Yu Wenwen, don't be like this..."

Yu Wenwen was the first to react. He ignored Yu Wenyong, released the hilt of his sword, and ran to Su Qing's side in a few steps.

Yu Wenzhang held Su Qing's injured palm with a distressed look on his face.

He pulled off a piece of cloth from his body and wrapped it around the wound for Su Qing, while he ordered the palace people to call the imperial doctor.

After doing all this, he frowned and asked, "Sir, why do you do this?"

Su Qing said: "Yu Wenwen, don't humiliate an emperor like this, he shouldn't be your plaything..."

Yu Wenzhang was noncommittal: "I just taught him what to do and what not to do, so that he could remember it.

The two swords I scratched on his body were just superficial wounds, not as serious as the least serious injury I had at that time...

He couldn't even hold on to the two swords, and he was still howling like this. He simply had no courage at all.

How could His Majesty of the Northern Zhou Dynasty be so virtuous? "

"As long as he has some backbone, he should grit his teeth and take the eighteen swords honestly.

If he has the guts to plot against me, he should also have the guts to bear my anger...

In this way, I can still take a good look at him..."

After that, Yu Wenwen gave Yu Wenyong a cold look, which frightened him so much that he immediately trembled.

When Yu Wenwen saw this, he despised him even more. Even looking at him felt like a waste of time, so Yu Wenwen helped Su Qing and walked to the stool aside.

Yu Wenwen said warmly: "Master, please rest here for a while. The imperial doctor will be here soon..."

Su Qing said "hmm" to indicate that she understood.

Yu Wenwen poured him a cup of tea and placed it considerately in Su Qing's hand.

Yu Wenyong huddled in the corner, watching the scene in front of him coldly, not knowing what he was thinking.