After the villain was scumbag, he was reborn

It was almost Chen's hour when Fu Shiyu finally came out of the study.

He tidied up his slightly messy clothes, put on his veiled hat, and then walked out of the courtyard.

As he approached the back door, a group of black shadows suddenly bumped into his face. The speed was extremely fast and fierce. Fu Shiyu staggered a few steps and almost fell to the ground.

After taking a closer look, he found that the person who came was Chongyang who was in a panic.

Although it was late in the study room, the sky was still early at the moment, and with the bright night of autumn, the surrounding scenery was still a bit foggy.Fu Shiyu wore a veiled hat on his head, and the silk screen covered his face. For a moment, Chongyang couldn't see who the person he bumped into was, so he hurried away after saying sorry.

Fu Shiyu was suspicious, and inadvertently smelled a faint scent of powder in the morning wind.

He looked at Chongyang's reversed cloth shoes in a daze, and after standing for a while, he turned and left the palace.

As soon as he returned to the palace, he saw Xiaochunzi waiting outside the courtyard.

"Master Fu, you are back!"

Fu Shiyu's heart sank, and he secretly thought that the matter of sending Chaoluo out of the palace might still be discovered by the prince.

Although his heart was turbulent, but his face was still as calm as before, and he said flatly: "What's the matter?"

"Your Highness is looking for you to have breakfast together." Xiao Chunzi didn't wait for Fu Shiyu to answer, and hurriedly said, "Master Fu, let's go with the servant."

Fu Shiyu took off his veiled hat and placed it on the stone table in the courtyard, "Then let's go."

On the way, he saw Xiaochunzi's eyes were a little uneasy, so he asked, "Aside from having breakfast, did your Highness say anything else?"

Xiao Chunzi held the whisk between his arms, and said reassuringly: "No...no more..."

Seeing the hesitation and flicker in his eyes, Fu Shiyu knew that he was deliberately concealing it, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Xiao Chunzi stood outside the study door, only helped to open the door, but did not go in, and whispered: "Your Highness should go to the morning court, Mr. Fu will wait here for a while."

"Yeah." Fu Shiyu just wanted to step in.

Xiao Chunzi stared at his back hesitantly, but still couldn't hold back his words, "I heard that His Highness punished a court lady, so he must be in a bad mood."

"..." Fu Shiyu was silent for a moment, then smiled at Xiaochunzi, "Thank you, Mr. Chun."

"Master Fu has beaten this slave." Xiao Chunzi bowed and saluted, "The slave will leave first, and Master Fu will call the slave in after orders."

Fu Shiyu said hello, and Xiao Chunzi withdrew, closing the door of the imperial study by the way.

The maid who accompanied her waited quietly, and smoke curled up from the nose and mouth of the Pixiu incense burner. Fu Shiyu didn't have to wait long when he heard a report from outside.

Presumably nothing important happened this time, so the prince came down to court earlier than usual.

Hearing the door slam open, and the glare of sunlight entering the dimly lit study room, the first thing Fu Shiyu saw was not Feng Changxing standing against the light, but the very blue sky behind him.

In the rainy late autumn, there is a rare sunny day.

After Fu Shiyu lost his mind for a short while, he immediately bowed his body and saluted, "My minister, see Your Highness."

"Teacher." Feng Changxing raised his arm to stop Fu Shiyu from moving, "There is no need to be formal."

He squinted at Xiao Chunzi who was standing beside him, and said calmly, "Let's pass on the meal."

"Yes."

After Xiaochunzi finished answering, he waved to the little eunuch in the imperial dining room who was waiting outside, and immediately someone brought more than a dozen dishes of various meals and placed them on the dragon table.

After putting them away one after another, Xiaochunzi guessed that the prince had something to say to Lord Fu, so he didn't dare to stay any longer, so he beckoned everyone to leave the door with him.

A smile finally appeared on Feng Changxing's calm face, he slowly let go of Fu Shiyu's hand, turned around and sat down behind the dragon case, and said in a gentle voice, "Teacher, sit down."

Fu Shiyu didn't move, and said calmly, "Your Highness, this is against the rules."

"When will we have to talk about the rules?" Feng Changxing said as if mocking himself: "Since the Taifu came back from the border, he has alienated me a lot. I don't know what I did wrong to make the Taifu give birth. gap?"

"His Royal Highness is busy with state affairs, and I dare not disturb you."

Fu Shiyu had a good voice, but his words were impersonal.

Feng Changxing's eyebrows were deep, and he said meaningfully: "If it is the Taifu, I will be very happy if there are many troubles."

"Your Highness, be careful with your words." Fu Shiyu said softly, with no abnormal expression on his face, "If someone with a heart hears these words, they will definitely be tongue-in-cheek."

Feng Changxing picked up the porcelain bowl, took a sip of the lotus seed soup in a leisurely manner, then put down the spoon, as if he had no appetite, and said uncertainly, "Teacher always says to be cautious in words and deeds, everything needs careful consideration, Even if I say something from the bottom of my heart, you never agree."

"Then why did you sneak out of the palace again to meet the prince of Guangling who is currently on the cusp of the storm?"

Fu Shiyu didn't look panicked, he had expected that the prince would send someone to watch him.

About going to see Chu Yan, Feng Changxing, who was still in the deep palace, probably got the news when he first arrived at the palace.

Seeing that Fu Shiyu didn't speak, Feng Changxing's eyes suddenly filled with panic, and he quickly walked around to him from behind the case, "Teacher, I didn't want to spy on you."

"It's just that you also know that the power of my mother's family has declined, the position of the crown prince is in jeopardy, and the current situation is even more precarious. You are my close minister. Presumably those with malicious intentions have already targeted you. My intention is I want to secretly send someone to protect you, not because I want to..."

His words came to an abrupt end, and he paused, "The dark guards saw you leaving the palace this morning, and couldn't make up their minds, so they found my palace."

"Your Highness, you don't need to explain to this humble minister." Fu Shiyu lowered his eyes, and used his usual gentle look to separate the two of them coldly.

"I've said before that no minister will interfere with His Highness's decision, as long as His Highness has considered it well and will not regret it in the future."

"The fate between His Highness and humble ministers begins with teachers and students, and ends with monarchs and ministers." Fu Shiyu paused, and then said indifferently: "It is true that King Guangling has something to do with me, but it is the past."

"Your Highness, don't worry, I will never disagree with you about your ascension to the throne, and I will not defect to King Guangling's camp."

Feng Changxing's eyes were deep, and he said coldly: "You know I don't want to hear this."

Fu Shiyu leaned back, but didn't get up for a long time.

"But this is all I can say."

Feng Changxing stared at him deeply, and the hall was so quiet for a moment that even the beating heartbeat in his chest could be clearly heard.

After a long time, he suddenly laughed out of nowhere, but he stopped it quickly, and the haze came to his brows as the laughter stopped.

"I understand, Taifu." Feng Changxing said expressionlessly, "It's also good for monarchs and ministers."

"If you can keep Tai Tu by my side in this way, then it's okay."

Fu Shiyu looked at the gold bricks under his feet, his eyes were full of indescribable complexity.

He...will not stay by anyone's side.

"Teacher worked hard all night, he must be tired, go and rest first." Feng Changxing's smile was no longer as sincere as before, and there were some inexplicable emotions.

Fu Shiyu raised his body again, as if he couldn't see his dark and unpredictable face, he said calmly, "Thank you, Your Highness."

After leaving the imperial study, Fu Shiyu walked towards his yard.

The corridor under his feet stretched to the depths, the sky was bright, and all kinds of flowers in the back garden were in full bloom. When Fu Shiyu was walking to the yard, he suddenly heard a suppressed and unbearable muffled cough from afar.

His eyes were dark, and he walked lightly towards the source of the sound.

Hearing the rustling sound of cloth rubbing against each other, Fu Shiyu hid sideways behind a banyan tree, held his breath, and looked forward.

I saw an old nanny wearing a green palace gown passing by a few steps away, staggering, hunched over, as if she didn't notice Fu Shiyu's figure.

She didn't stop and left quickly.

Fu Shiyu looked at her already gray temples, and her complexion, which was obviously a sign of a serious illness, and his heart sank slowly.

This old nanny is the master of ceremonies he met when he entered the palace more than a year ago.

However, after seeing her for just a year, she was as old as a seventy-year-old woman. If he read correctly, he had just clearly seen bloodstains on Nanny Li's silk handkerchief covering her mouth.

After the people walked away, Fu Shiyu came out from behind the banyan tree, and turned to look in the direction where Nanny Li came out just now.

It turned out to be a cold palace where few people come and go except for the cleaning ladies and eunuchs.

Ever since the abolished queen died in the cold palace, no concubine has lived here, so what is the purpose of Nanny Li coming here...

While thinking wildly in my heart, my footsteps unknowingly stepped into the cold palace.

Overgrown with weeds, the remote and quiet palace was empty at this time. Fu Shiyu smelled a faint scent of incense in the air that seemed to be blowing away with the wind.

He glanced at the closed and dark carved doors in the hall. After standing for a while, Fu Shiyu pushed open one of them and stepped in.

As the door opened, the sunlight from behind shone into the dark and damp room. Fu Shiyu looked around and saw the paper money that had been burned to black ashes in the corner, and a flash of light that couldn't be grasped suddenly flashed in his mind.

He seems to have been ignoring two people.

One is Nianqiu.

The second is this mysterious Li Nanny.

Now that he has recovered his memory, he clearly knows that after Feng Changxing came to the throne in his previous life, the two of them were also promoted a few levels, and Nian Qiu was directly canonized as a nobleman.

Regrettably, Nanny Li passed away after Feng Changxing ascended the throne. Feng Changxing attached great importance to her funeral. Not only was she buried with honor, but she also sent people to find the descendants of Nanny Li. Officials and nobles.

He was preparing to leave at the time, so he missed this matter.

Looking at it now, the two of Nanny Li and Nianqiu must have a secret relationship with Feng Changxing.

At that time, the two canonized edicts arrived at the Guangling Palace one after the other.

The matter of Chu Dongge being made the Princess is a certainty, how could this girl understand the stakes involved, when she heard that she was named the Princess, she danced happily in the mansion all day long.

And after Chu Yan finished dealing with the funeral of King Guangling, he was busy all day long without seeing anyone.

The days passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was the end of this month.

The envoys sent by the Xiongnu hurried to the outside of the capital, and Feng Changxing sent Zuo Xiang to greet them in person, and temporarily placed them in the post house, and then went to the palace to face the saint in the future.

It was night, with the sound of insects, the full moon like a mirror, and there were more than a dozen black figures standing in the lonely courtyard.

Chongyang's brows were a bit sad, and he told the person standing in front of him: "My lord, I still haven't found Shen Yanting's whereabouts."

Chu Yan was not surprised when he heard this, but the irritability lingering in his heart became more and more vigorous.

After searching for nearly half a month, Shen Yanting's whereabouts are still clueless. Whether he hid too deeply, or he thought in the wrong direction, he is not in the capital at all.

No.

Chu Yan quickly dispelled the idea that he was not in the capital.

According to Shen Yanting's temperament, he would find a relatively secluded place with a relatively 'bright view', where he could see the situation in the court and China, so as to hide his tracks well.

He had already sent people to search carefully for brothels, restaurants, inns and other places, but they did not find Shen Yanting.

The longer the days dragged on, the thorn in Shen Yanting's heart seemed to have taken root and sprouted, which made Chu Yan feel more upset and saddened.

"Where is Sijin?" Chu Yan asked.

Hearing her mentioning this name, Chong Yang's eyes flashed a flash of embarrassment, and he replied in a deep voice: "I'm still not awake from time to time, talking crazy every day."

Chu Yan hummed, and after being speechless for a while, he suddenly turned around and walked towards the backyard.

Chong Yang quickly followed him, "Where are you going?"

Chu Yan didn't answer, and after walking a few steps, he suddenly said to Chongyang, "Go and find some strong servants, and bring them into the room where Sijin is closed."

Chongyang's pupils opened slightly, he vaguely guessed what was going to happen, pouted the corner of his mouth, finally just nodded silently, and went to the courtyard of the servants.

In the ambiguously lit room, the lamps and shadows flickered at this moment, and the plain white moonlight shone in from the window lattice, sweeping over the several sunken figures intertwined on the jade stone board.

Yin and lang screamed endlessly, Chu Yan's cold and handsome face was illuminated bright yellow by the candlelight, but the pair of black eyes under the sword eyebrows were like a netherworld, and the light of Wensi could not be seen.

Chongyang looked at Sijin who was being pressed down by several men, with an expression of indulgence and enjoyment, and his eyes were a little dazed.

When he came back to his senses, he just happened to meet Si Jin's eyes who glanced over with a smile.

"..."

Chongyang seemed to have been stabbed in the eye by a needle, and hurriedly turned his face away.

The author has something to say: Chongyang: "Don't think about it."

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