After the villain was scumbag, he was reborn

The 45th year of Suiqing in the Daqing Dynasty.

Emperor Qing of the Sui Dynasty passed away, the crown prince ascended the throne, and the reign name was changed to Yuanlong.

At the beginning of the winter month, the wind is bitter.

It just snowed last night, and the streets were covered with frost.

The capital city, which has not been lively for a long time, is bustling and buzzing early this morning, with people cheering and horses shouting.

Speaking of the reason, we must first talk about the well-known figure in the No. [-] imperial city-King Guangling.

Although he didn't live in the capital for many days, he only had two words to describe it, wonderful.

King Guangling's biological father was the first son of the late emperor's uncle, a real cousin relationship.However, he had no intention of going to court, and only wanted to fight on the battlefield, so that the late emperor had a lot of trust in the former Guangling King, and he was extremely relieved, and all the military power in his hands was in his hands.

However, in the year when King Guangling just reached the crown, his father was defeated by the Huns, not to mention the defeat, and finally died on the battlefield.

With the death of the former King Guangling, the Xiongnu invaded more and more aggressively. Seeing that they committed crimes repeatedly on the land of Daqing, no one in the court dared to lead troops to go out.

Just at the moment of crisis, King Guangling, who had just inherited the title, stood up and led the remnant soldiers and crab generals left by his father to the frontier battlefield.

The fight lasted for five years. At the beginning of this year, King Guangling finally drove the Xiongnu out of the territory of Daqing, and led the mighty Chu family army into Beijing to face the saint.

I still remember that on the day when I returned to Beijing, the common people were beating gongs and drums, singing and singing, and they spontaneously stood in two bunches of long dragons on both sides of the street, just to admire the heroic and majestic appearance of King Guangling.

Seeing him presenting the head of the leader of the Xiongnu, the late emperor couldn't help but laugh with joy.After reading the imperial decree for the reward for a full quarter of an hour, the carriage carrying gold and silver stopped from the palace to the gate of the city.

King Guangling was in good times and had a bright future at the moment, and the people who said that he was close to him broke through the threshold of the palace.Even the heroic deeds of this prince are circulating in the corners and alleys.

But the good times didn't last long. Within a few months after King Guangling returned to Beijing, the late emperor fell ill when he was in court.

After the first emperor passed away, the crown prince took out the imperial decree to ascend the throne, never thought that the Guangling king would take advantage of the turmoil in the court and rebel against him.

The battle for the throne intensified, and some ministers later revealed that King Guangling had actually colluded with the remnants of the previous dynasty.

The people in the capital knew that the former emperor was incompetent and oppressed the people. After a hard time, this man wanted to let the tragedy repeat itself, and the people who worshiped, appreciated, and loved him turned their faces in an instant.

How respectful he was before, how much he hates now.

Reasonable people just sigh, for the selfish desire of King Guangling, not only harmed more than 100 people in the palace of Guangling King, but also ruined the glorious reputation accumulated by the ancestors for generations.

"The prince of Guangling is here!"

A child's shout of joy sounded across the sky, and then a dozen horseshoes kicked and kicked along the bluestone road, and the prison cart made of wooden sills gradually appeared in sight.

A prisoner wearing a white prison uniform and a wooden shackle around his neck sat inside with disheveled hair.

Suddenly, countless vegetable leaves, eggs, and gravels fell on the prisoners in the prison car like a violent storm.In just one cup of tea, that person was covered in bruises and a mess.

But the throwing things were still thrown over one after another, without stopping for a long time.

outside the city

A solitary horse-drawn carriage moved quickly along the country path, and the wheels made two clear ruts in the snow. After driving for about a stick of incense, the carriage stopped in front of a ruined temple.

The coachman got out of the carriage first and opened the curtain.

A handsome man wearing a gold-rimmed flowing cloud ink shirt came out of it.

Looking around, there was no one in sight, he frowned lightly, and asked with his thin lips, "Where's the person?"

After finishing speaking, a clear and weak voice came from behind the carriage, "Xian Xing, I'm here."

The one who spoke was a young man in his mid-twenties. His face was pale under the light blue gown, as if he would be blown to the ground by the oncoming cold wind in the next second.

"Yan Ting." The man called Xian Xing strode forward, wrapped his arms around him, and caught the figure standing precariously. When he looked up, he saw a person standing behind him.

"Forgive me, my lord. I came too late." The man was handsome and flawless, with a jade crown and hair, smiling slightly in his rippling peach eyes, and the white clothes on his body seemed to be integrated with the snow behind him.

This face has not been seen for several months, but it is still exactly the same as the memory.

Chu Yan nodded slightly, with a little confusion in his eyes, and said indifferently, "Where have you been these past few months?"

Shortly after returning to Beijing, the man disappeared.

A few days ago, I was imprisoned in the prison, and today was the day of execution, but I didn't expect him to appear in the prison last night.

The man smiled but didn't answer, he just said: "It's rare to see the prince care about it once, and I'm a little flattered by the humble position."

Although these words sounded like sarcasm, but the tone did not mean contemptuous, as if it was a confidant who had not reunited and was talking about it.

Chu Yan's eyes turned cold, and just as he was about to attack, the man handed him the rein he was holding, and urged him, "It's getting late, you guys go quickly."

Seeing that there was only one horse, Chu Yan frowned and said, "Aren't you going?"

The man shook his head, "The humble job still has important things to do in the capital."

Chu Yan wanted to say something, but the person next to him grabbed his sleeve and whispered, "Xian Xing, the officers and soldiers should be catching up soon."

"... "

Chu Yan clenched the reins tightly in his hand, stopped what he was about to say, helped the man in blue get on the horse, and then turned over and jumped onto the horse's back.

"This is entanglement."

The man handed them the prepared luggage, and a slender and fragile wrist slipped out of his sleeve. Chu Yan's eyes darkened, and he felt that the man seemed to be much thinner.

"Thank you." There was no emotion on Chu Yan's face, and he looked away lightly, clamping the horse's belly with his thigh, and shouted in a deep voice: "Drive!"

After the black horse galloped for a while, it seemed that he had sensed something. Chu Yan turned his head slowly and saw the man standing alone in the snow, his figure becoming more and more lonely and thin.

There was a pain in his chest, as if the apex of his heart was being pricked by dense needles.

Chu Yan was silent for a moment, and finally made a big decision, and shouted with all his strength: "Fu Shiyu! Wait for me outside the city gate tonight!"

"..." Fu Shiyu didn't respond. Chu Yan didn't know if he heard it, but could only watch the figure of the man getting smaller and smaller, and finally drowned in the white snow.

My heart seemed to be empty.

Chu Yan turned his head and began to concentrate on riding his horse forward, speaking in a dull tone, "This is going to the west, passing through Licheng, there are people I have arranged for, although they can't make you rich and prosperous for a lifetime, but they can also protect you for the rest of your life. No worries."

"Aren't you going with me?" Shen Yanting asked softly.

"Ah."

Chu Yan said indifferently: "I will see you off for the last time."

There was a trace of sadness in Shen Yanting's eyes, he lowered his head and didn't speak again.

As the sun was setting and the sky was getting darker, the two stopped in a forest. Chu Yan helped Shen Yanting get off his horse, and then led the horse to the river to graze and rest.

"Why didn't you leave?" Shen Yanting asked strangely.

Chu Yan stroked the horse's mane, looked at the rippling reflection on the lake, and said inexplicably, "I can't go anymore."

"What... what do you mean?" A trace of fear flashed in Shen Yanting's eyes.

Chu Yan sighed deeply, reached out and patted the horse's belly, and said in a low voice, "Go back to your master."

BMW understands human nature, and this statement is true. It snorted, raised its front hooves, and galloped away with vigorous steps, and disappeared into the woods in a short while.

Seeing the horse run away, Shen Yanting was surprised and said: "Xian Xing...how can we walk if you let the horse run away?"

There was a sneer on Chu Yan's stern face, and those dark eyes stared straight at him.After a while, he stretched out his palm and spread out his five fingers. On it was a cloud-patterned jade pendant. The fine jade was shining brightly under the bright moon.

"If I don't stop, don't you have nothing to throw away?"

Shen Yanting's face suddenly turned pale, and his dark and dirty thoughts had nowhere to hide under Chu Yan's piercing eyes, revealing their true colors.

He struggled for a while, then said timidly, "I'm sorry, Xian Xing, I still have a wish, but don't worry, I'll go down to accompany you right away after I've dealt with everything."

Chu Yan sneered ironically.

This man's lies came at his fingertips, and he would never believe them again. He shouted coldly towards the woods not far away: "Don't hide, come out."

As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen men in black came out from the woods, and the unsheathed long sword in their hands glowed coldly in the moonlight. Chu Yan knew that his death was approaching, but he had no fear in his heart.

He even felt lucky that he didn't let that person go with him.

It doesn't matter if his rotten life dies, but he is innocent from beginning to end.

Thinking of this, Chu Yan closed his eyes, with no complaints or regrets in his heart, no sadness or joy, silently waiting for the sharp blade to come.

For a long time, those men in black remained silent, and Chu Yan just wanted to open his eyes.

His eyes went dark, a black cloth was placed over his eyes, and the man in black escorted him to the carriage parked in the distance.

Chu Yan knew in his heart that this was someone sent by Feng Changxing, and it was precisely because of this that he was puzzled why these people didn't kill him to silence him.

While thinking about it, the carriage had already entered the inner hall from the back door of the palace.

He was pushed hard and fell hard on the marble floor tiles.

The blindfold was lifted by someone, and Chu Yan was not used to the sudden bright light. He blinked twice, and his vision gradually became clearer.

"King Guangling, I haven't seen you for a long time." The person sitting on the high platform said with a smile. He was wearing a black dragon robe, and his aloof gaze was on Chu Yan's face, as if he was looking at a dog in distress.

"It's only a few days, how long can we talk about it?" Chu Yan said indifferently.

"As the old saying goes, seeing each other every day is like three autumns." Feng Changxing stepped down from his high position, walked up to Chu Yan step by step, and said deeply, "I miss you so much."

A sarcasm flashed across Chu Yan's face, and he said coldly: "How can the sinful minister be able to let the emperor miss you."

"My lord, you don't need to be humble, you are very capable." Feng Changxing said with a slight smile, "The one who can snatch my throne from above, and the person who can snatch me from below, I think your ability is not only great, but also reaches the sky."

Chu Yan's expression did not change, and his face was indifferent, "The emperor's praise."

Even though he has reached this situation, he still puts on that arrogant face, as if he doesn't pay attention to everything in the world, including himself, the emperor.

Realizing this, Feng Changxing's chest seemed to be ignited with an unknown fire. He stood there for a long time, and a sinister smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, which was intriguing: "Seven years ago, in order to make me useless, you designed Mu Yunchu poisoned me, but in the end she disappeared."

"Three years ago, when you went to the border to fight, you heard that I was brilliant in the court, and you planned to frame me for collusion with the rebel party, but it was the third prince who was finally found out.

"After learning that the third prince was sent to the fiefdom, you desperately expelled the Huns. This year, you finally gained power. When you heard that the father was seriously ill, you are going to get rid of me, so that when he dies, you can let the former prince die." Ascension to the remnants."

"I didn't expect everything to be arranged long ago. Once you instigate rebellion, you will kill yourself."

"King Guangling, do you understand what I mean by these words?"

Chu Yan didn't say a word, his expression was dark and unpredictable, making it impossible to detect what was going on in his mind.

Seeing him like this, Feng Changxing didn't rush or panic, and continued to smile: "During the period when you were preparing to instigate rebellion, do you know where Fu Shiyu is?"

Hearing Fu Shiyu's name, Chu Yan's eyes finally began to have some turmoil.

Feng Changxing had a panoramic view of his strangeness, and the smile on his face became more profound.He slowly bent down, leaned close to Chu Yan's ear, and paused every word in a calm and cruel tone.

"He... is on my dragon bed."

Chu Yan's pupils trembled, as if struck by lightning on the spot, he froze in place.

The big sleeping hall was silent for a moment, and the ambergris cigarettes were lingering on the desk without a sound.

After a few breaths, Chu Yan came back to his senses and started laughing uncontrollably.

Feng Changxing frowned and looked at him coldly.

It wasn't until his chest hurt from laughing and his throat was dry, that Chu Yan's laughter stopped slowly, and he sarcastically said: "Your Majesty, there is no need to say such ridiculous nonsense just to get revenge on me."

"Fu Shiyu is nothing more than a running dog of a criminal minister, how can he have the qualifications and ability to climb the dragon bed."

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Feng Changxing was not angry, he clapped his hands twice, and a figure slowly walked out from behind the pillar.

When the man's facial features gradually became clear, Chu Yan's smile froze.

"Why aren't you smiling?" Feng Changxing asked with a smile.

The person who came out from behind the pillar was Fu Shiyu who sent them out of the city this morning.

He was still wearing the clean and dazzling white shirt, and when he saw Chu Yan who was tied up on the ground, he didn't react at all, and knelt down in front of Feng Changxing indifferently.

"His Majesty."

Feng Changxing hooked his lips and stretched out his hand to support him. Seeing Chu Yan's ferocious expression, the smile on his face became even more malicious. He stretched out his hand to hold Fu Shiyu in his arms, and said vaguely, "Aiqing, how are you?"

Fu Shiyu nodded slightly, "Okay."

"Well."

Feng Changxing picked him up abruptly, strode up the steps, put him gently on the soft couch, and said with a low smile, "Then I will love you very much tonight."

A blush rose on Fu Shiyu's face. Not only did he not refuse, but he hooked Feng Changxing's neck instead, with a soft voice like autumn water in October.

"Your Majesty, there are still people here."

This was a face Chu Yan had never seen before.

The only few times he had sex with Fu Shiyu, every time the expression on that person's face was forbearance and restraint. He had never been like this before, his face was flushed and his eyes were full of lust.

Everyone in the mansion said that Fu Shiyu had a sincere affection for King Guangling and regarded him as his life, even Chu Yan himself thought so.

It wasn't until his dying moment that he realized it was just a hoax that took years.

"Fu Shiyu."

Chu Yan suddenly made a sound, interrupting the two entangled on the soft couch.

"Is everything he said true?"

He has always been decisive and decisive in his conduct, and he has never been procrastinating. Only in this matter, he hesitated.

He has always been clear about how kind this person is to himself,

When he arrived at the border at the beginning of the year, he was inexperienced and was trapped in the canyon by the Huns. Fu Shiyu single-handedly broke into the tiger's den and rescued himself from death.

Later, he was injured by his cronies and was poisoned by the extremely poisonous Sanshi powder. Originally, he could not live for seven days. In order to get rid of the poison, Fu Shiyu desperately went to the extremely cold valley to seek medicine, but the cold air inside ate away at his meridians, and he has since become a useless person.

Not long before returning to Beijing, he sent Fu Shiyu to escort Shen Yanting to Jiyang. He never thought that he would encounter an assassin on the way. He blocked Shen Yanting's sword and was seriously injured.

……

There are too many such things to count. Chu Yan clearly understands that he owes this person too much in this life. He has no chance in this life. He originally planned to pay it back in the next life, but...

But now he told him that everything was just a "plan" planned by Fu Shiyu, and he was just a pawn in this person's plan.

How could he believe it!

Fu Shiyu who was on the floor smiled lightly, his face alternated between light and dark, with an indescribably coquettish and dangerous face.

"Yes."

He answered very simply, breaking the last trace of luck in Chu Yan's heart.

The string in my heart broke with a 'snap', my thoughts were empty, I opened my mouth, my throat was blocked and I couldn't say anything.

Looking up and seeing the unsightly scene on the soft couch, his stomach was overwhelmed, and he closed his eyes timidly.

Fortunately, after a while, the chief eunuch led his men up and dragged him to a dark and damp secret room.

The spicy and cold wine slipped into the throat, and the scorching tingling sensation seemed to scald the internal organs.

Chu Yan's heart was calm, allowing the darkness to gradually numb his five senses, and he was even a little happy to finally hear the disgusting swear words in his ears.

He suddenly recalled that in the year when he was crowned, when Fu Shiyu was seven minutes drunk, he stared at himself for a long time, and for a while, he was so fascinated that he even leaned over his face and wanted to do something out of the norm.

At that time, he dodged radiantly, and his hot and soft lips barely fell on the corners of his mouth.

Before Chu Yan could get angry in the future, Fu Shiyu was so frightened that he woke up drunk, and ran back to the house as if he had seen a ghost.

The later Fu Shiyu never committed this kind of confusion again, even in bed.

For some reason, Chu Yan suddenly regretted it now.

It would have been fine if I hadn't avoided it then.

He thought so.

Chu Yan opened his eyes with a splitting headache. There was a dark curtain hanging above his head, and there was an inaudible woody sandalwood on the tip of his nose.

He was surprised that he was not alive, and after a moment of stunned, he sat up from the bed with difficulty.

"My lord, are you awake?" A fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy in a gray linen shirt opened the door and walked in, holding a bowl of black soup in his hand.

Wang Fu?

Didn't he kill himself?

And why did he call himself son?

Since taking the throne, no one has called him that anymore...

Chu Yan was full of doubts and looked around carefully.

The room is spacious and bright, but there are no decorations, it looks deserted, there is a desk made of rosewood next to the bed, and the warm jade incense burner under the carved window lattice is emitting wisps of green smoke.

This is the courtyard where he lived when he was a child. After the first emperor gave him a new mansion, he never came back.

"Senior?" Seeing that he did not speak, Wang Fu's eyes flickered, and he called out again tentatively.

Chu Yan came back to his senses, and his eyes moved to him without any emotion.

Wang Fu was startled, and felt that there seemed to be something different about Shi Zi.

Chu Yan lifted the quilt, got up and sat in front of the bronze mirror, and sure enough, the edges and corners of the face in the mirror became softer, and there was a bit of immaturity between the eyebrows and eyes.

This is when I was 17 years old.

"My lord, the person you rescued woke up this morning." Wang Fu said cautiously beside him.

Rescued people?

After thinking for a while, Chu Yan suddenly remembered that a ragged beggar passed out at the door this year, and it was rare for him to be brought into the mansion once out of kindness.Later, after the beggar woke up, he stayed in the mansion as a servant on the grounds of repaying his kindness, and gradually became his confidant.

Confidant?

Chu Yan who mentioned these two words only felt funny and ironic in his heart.

Hearing a sudden sneer, Wang Fu felt that the temperature in the room seemed to drop a lot, and inadvertently touched Shizi's deep and cold eyes, he was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat, and hung his head tremblingly.

"Throw it out."

Wang Fu thought he heard it wrong, so he raised his head and let out a cry.

Chu Yan glanced at him calmly, and repeated word by word: "I said...throw it out!"