After the villain was scumbag, he was reborn

Seeing Fu Shiyu's furious expression, Chu Yan thought to himself that it would be a waste if he didn't pour dirty water on Feng Changxing this time.

"The one who hurt Chaoluo is the crown prince." Chu Yan felt a dull pain in his chest from being hit, and he must have turned green, but when he thought of how this person would lose his composure because of Chaoluo, he felt his chest pain no longer, and changed to pantothenic acid .

Afraid that Fu Shiyu hadn't heard clearly, he repeated again with a sullen face, "It's the prince, he wanted to get rid of Chao Luo, but luckily someone saved their lives."

Fu Shiyu looked shocked, and said in disbelief: "Prince?!"

He lowered his eyes and whispered, "Why does he want to kill Chaoluo?"

Chu Yan walked to Fu Shiyu's couch and sat down, and said meaningfully: "Maybe it's because Chao Luo saw something he shouldn't see."

"What do you mean?" Fu Shiyu frowned.

Chu Yan's dark eyes faced Fu Shiyu's puzzled face, and he paused every word: "Chaoluo is in Mr. Qiushan's mansion, and I saw Feng Changxing."

"..."

Fu Shiyu's face sank, as if his heart was being crushed by a heavy stone.

He is clear about the relationship between the prince and Mr. Qiushan, but for some reason the prince is afraid of being seen.

Could it be because of some secrets hidden in Mr. Akiyama's mansion?

Seeing that he didn't speak, Chu Yan continued: "That girl Chu Dongge was playful, and she took Chao Luo and ran out secretly. When she came back, it was late, and Chao Luo was going to take a shortcut back home, but she happened to bump into Chief Feng. Xing and his maid, go to visit Mr. Akiyama."

"The time should be after the dinner party. It's so late. He went there in person. This Mr. Qiushan must have a very close relationship with him." Chu Yan picked up Fu Shiyu's long hair that fell on his shoulders, and said deliberately: "Yes. I forgot, I forgot that the crown prince is loyal to you, he must have told you about these things."

People did tell me early on.

Fu Shiyu glanced at him lightly, but in the end he still didn't break the illusion in the man's heart, lest he would be angry for a while later.

He said indifferently: "Why do you have to learn the yin and yang strangeness of women."

Chu Yan smelled the faint fragrance of saponins on his hair, and pursed his lips and said, "Feng Changxing has given me a lot of guilt, it's a rare chance, how can I dispel the hatred in my heart without saying a few words."

Fu Shiyu rolled his eyes in his heart, this man really has a heart smaller than the eye of a needle.

"Okay." He pushed away Chu Yan's body who was getting closer, "I already know."

Seeing his expression as usual, Chu Yan's eyes suddenly darkened, and he said coldly: "You still want to deceive yourself?"

"If you forget about the past life, I can remind you." He said in a gloomy tone, "Before and after the emperor passed away, Shi Mianmian lived in Mr. Qiushan's house for a few days."

How could Fu Shiyu forget this matter.

The death of Shi Mianmian in his previous life has also become a nightmare in the depths of his soul, and he is always alert to himself.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have arranged Shi Mianmian's residence as soon as he came back, keeping her away from the troubled places in the capital.

At that time, he saw that the situation in the capital was too chaotic, so he planned to send Shi Mianmian out of the capital, but at that time there was great chaos in the court, the power of the crown prince and Chu Yan was fighting fiercely, and the third prince was also plotting to return to the capital, so Fu Shiyu couldn't tell the difference for the time being. I put all my heart into this matter, so I can only settle Shi Mianmian in Mr. Qiushan's house first, and plan to wait a few days before sending her out of the capital.

As a result, not long afterward, Chu Yan found Shi Mianmian's body, only a letter was found on her body.

There was only one line left on the letter. 'On the moonlit night of the Autumn Se River, Xiao Shu's wind and water are cold. '

At that time, they all thought that this cryptic poem was actually alluding to Feng Hanxiao.

But now it seems that perhaps this sentence was not written by Shi Mianmian himself.

Chu Yan said in a deep voice: "Mr. Qiushan was known for being good at making fakes before, so imitating handwriting is easy for him."

"And the prince wanted to kill Shi Mianmian because she saw something in Qiushan's current house, and the prince finally blamed the third prince because he was afraid that you would suspect that Shi Mianmian's death was related to him."

After hearing this, Fu Shiyu didn't react much. Chu Yan thought that this man still had no brains to trust the prince, and the sourness in his heart could not help turning into anger, and sarcastically said: "If Chao Luo is injured by me, you can't wait to kill him!" Me, now the crown prince wants to get rid of Chaoluo, but you don't care about it."

"Your trust in me is half as high as that of the prince?"

Xu Shi could hear a hint of grievance hidden in his words, Fu Shiyu sighed, it was rare to speak to him from the bottom of his heart.

"I don't trust him, and I know he doesn't trust me."

Chu Yan looked a little ugly, "Then why do you still want to assist him to ascend the throne?"

"Even if the prince really ascends to the throne, I don't think he will be of any benefit to you."

"I know." Fu Shiyu said coldly, "But I have to do this."

Chu Yan couldn't understand the three words "have to" in his mouth, thinking that this person was just making up an excuse to deceive himself, just as he was about to speak, Fu Shiyu spoke softly first.

"Would you believe me if I said that everything that happened here, including everyone's life trajectory, is actually being manipulated by others?"

Chu Yan was startled, and he hadn't turned the corner in his mind yet, but he still nodded subconsciously when he heard the last sentence.

Even if he knew that this person was lying to him, he was still willing to believe it.

"I must assist the crown prince to become the throne, but you must fail in the end." Fu Shiyu said calmly: "We are like chess pieces in this world. Every step we take is not according to our wishes, but we have to go because someone is playing chess."

"Who is the chess player?" Chu Yan suddenly thought of a candidate, and asked gloomyly, "The white-haired man?"

"It's not him." Fu Shiyu sighed, "He's just a poor pawn."

"Since you know now, then"

"Then the crown prince cannot be allowed to ascend the throne." Chu Yan interrupted suddenly.

Fu Shiyu frowned, "Are you... not afraid of death?"

"I don't guarantee that in this life, I can protect your life."

Chu Yan grasped his hand tightly, Fu Shiyu's complex face was reflected in his deep eyes, "If you live as a pawn, you might as well die as soon as possible."

"You are wrong." Fu Shiyu said indifferently: "I will never die."

"If you go against the way of heaven, you will be the one who will die in the end, and you will never have a chance to live again."

Chu Yan's expression froze when he heard this, and he understood something vaguely in his heart. He grabbed Fu Shiyu's shoulder and asked sharply, "What kind of deal did you make with that person?!"

"Why can I come back? Why can't you die."

Fu Shiyu didn't answer, and rested his head on Chu Yan's chest. This was the first time he was so close to this person.

"So don't do stupid things and live well."

He closed his eyes wearily, "...so I can look at you for a while longer."

Chu Yan hugged this increasingly frail man tightly, wanting to embed him in his arms, carve him deeply into the bone marrow, embed into his soul, so that every corner of his body could have Fu Shiyu's name.

But at this moment, he felt in his heart that Fu Shiyu was like a gust of wind, too ethereal, no matter how tightly he held it, he couldn't grasp it.

"What? Your maid hasn't come back yet?"

A bony old man in a loose old robe looked at Feng Changxing who was sitting opposite.

He has a stooped body and an old face, only a pair of old eyes sunken into the eye sockets exuding an uncomfortable light.

This ordinary-looking old man, no one would have guessed that he was actually the famous Mr. Akiyama who was rumored outside.

Feng Changxing twirled the wrench on his index finger, and said in a deep voice, "It looks like he was caught."

Mr. Akiyama leaned over his desk again and began to paint. His clothes and robes were dirty, with ink and brush stains here and there.

"Then why don't you go back quickly. If your maid tells the story, you have been planning for many years. If the matter fails, it will be nothing."

Feng Changxing said lightly, "Don't worry."

"Nianqiu is a dead man, so I can't say it."

Mr. Akiyama said without raising his head, "Didn't someone else see it?"

"You are not afraid of them speaking out."

Feng Changxing was silent for a moment, and said, "Sir, I'm in another place, and I'll find another mansion for you. You can move out in three days."

"At that time, I will send someone to escort you out of the city."

Mr. Akiyama stopped holding the pen, and the tip of the pen instantly smeared a large mass of thick ink on the paper. The painting that was almost finished was obviously useless.

"I'm staying here well, why do I have to leave?!" Mr. Qiushan suddenly dropped his pen angrily, "I won't leave!"

"Sir, it's beyond your control." Feng Changxing raised his eyes and stared at him darkly, "This is for your sake."

"For my sake?" Mr. Akiyama sneered, "I'm afraid you are thinking about someone else."

"If you are worried, why not bring him back to the palace."

"Soon." Feng Changxing said softly, "As soon as the emperor dies, I will take him back."

"Are you planning to kill the king?" Mr. Akiyama's expression darkened instantly.

Feng Changxing asked lightly, "Why not?"

"You!" Mr. Qiushan suddenly took a picture of the table and said angrily, "That's your father!"

"I don't have such a father." Feng Changxing said coldly, "He is just my mother-killing enemy."

Mr. Akiyama's expression eased slightly, "Killing the king is a felony, don't drag me down."

"Don't worry, sir." Feng Changxing said calmly, "If I fail to seize the throne this time, I have already figured out a way out for you."

Mr. Qiushan took the sweat towel, wiped off the black ink on his hands, and said slowly: "It's fine, it's fine if I'm out of the capital, I don't want to stay anymore."

"You people in the royal family have dirty hearts, you can't tell right from wrong, you can't tell black from right. At my age, I really don't want to get involved in the fight between you."

Feng Changxing respectfully said, "Thank you sir for your understanding."

"You think I want to be considerate of you?" Mr. Akiyama sarcastically said, "You have forced me to be considerate of you a lot these years, relying on my old relationship with your grandfather."

He obviously had something in his words, but Feng Changxing didn't seem to understand, he stood up and saluted, "Mr. worked hard."

Mr. Akiyama waved his hand, his brows and eyes raised a little tired, and he said impatiently: "Don't talk about such scenes."

"It's late at night, go back earlier, I'm going to rest too."

Feng Changxing nodded, "Mr. take care of your health, this junior will take his leave first."

"Yes." Mr. Akiyama responded flatly.

Feng Changxing walked out of the door, suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at Mr. Qiushan standing behind the case, and said softly: "It may be a long way to go, he is not in good health, I hope Mr. can take more care of him."

Seeing that Mr. Akiyama's expression was not very good, he uttered a word irritably.

"How can a dead person be cared for?"

As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere in the not-so-big study room quickly froze, as if even the air contained a chill that pierced to the bone.

Feng Changxing suddenly laughed, but there was no trace of a smile in his eyes, and he said gently: "Mr. seems to have drunk too much tonight, and he started talking nonsense."

"It's better to drink less of things like wine, sir is old after all." He looked up at Mr. Akiyama, and said expressionlessly: "Although fine wine is good, you should cherish your life."

Mr. Akiyama glared at him angrily, "Are you threatening me?"

"Don't dare." Feng Changxing bowed his body and saluted, and said with a smile: "This junior will leave."

Mr. Qiushan sneered, and didn't want to start a conversation. After seeing Feng Changxing's figure disappeared, he sighed with mixed feelings towards the golden sycamore tree in the yard.

"...I knew this earlier, so why bother."