After the villain was scumbag, he was reborn

Seeing Chu Yan sitting on the carpet, the luthier turned pale and lowered his head as if to escape.

"This is the luthier?" Feng Yetang regained his composure, and teased, "As expected of the person my cousin has his eyes on, he looks a little different from others."

Chu Yan withdrew his gaze from the luthier, his expression indifferent, "Your Highness, speak carefully."

"I have nothing to do with him."

The luthier who heard this suddenly raised his head and looked at him in disbelief.

"Really?" Feng Yetang's eyes were thought-provoking, and he turned to look at the melancholy luthier, "What's your name?"

The luthier seemed to have not recovered from Chu Yan's words, lost his mind and said, "My surname is Shen, Mingyan Pavilion."

"Shen Yanting." Feng Yetang murmured inexplicably, and said, "Ruyan said that you played the ditties well, so I'll play the first one for you to listen to."

"Playing well is rewarded!"

"Yes."

Shen Yanting sat cross-legged across from them holding the Guqin, plucked the strings twice with his fingertips, and then the melodious and continuous sound of the piano sounded slowly.

Feng Yetang closed his eyes and listened carefully.

This accordion is indeed played well, like mountains and flowing water, like rings ringing, as if it reveals the powerlessness and desolation of the time when the sun is setting and the road is at its peak, the people in the room and others listen to it as if they are lost, and feel sad from their hearts.

Chu Yan took everyone's intoxicated look into his eyes, and looked at the opposite side. Shen Yanting lowered his eyes slightly, and plucked the strings with his fingertips skillfully.

In his previous life, he loved watching this scene very much. He often sat in the study and listened to it all afternoon, but now there was no ups and downs in his heart. He even remembered that when Fu Shiyu was forced to play the piano by foreign envoys, the result was just With the sound of the zither comparable to that of a pig being killed, those wolfish and ambitious envoys were scared out of the palace.

Because of this, Fu Shiyu was laughed at by the people in the palace for a long time, so that Chu Yan thought of it when he saw Guqin later, and couldn't listen to the melodious piano sound.

As soon as the melodious piano sound stopped, the two beauties wiped the corners of their eyes calmly. Feng Yetang opened his eyes, but Xu Xu hadn't regained his senses.

"Okay!" He clapped his hands and laughed, and glanced at the people sitting beside him from the corner of his eye.

Seeing that Chu Yan still had the same expression on his face, he even drank the wine calmly.Feng Yetang began to suspect that maybe he was thinking too much. Although this cousin is not close to women on weekdays, he doesn't look like a broken sleeve playing a young lady.

He picked up the jug, stood up unsteadily from the ground, and sat down beside Shen Yanting.

"For you!" Feng Yetang poured a glass of wine, then breathed out the alcohol in his face, and said in a deep voice, "Drink!"

Shen Yanting's face froze, and he waved his hands in panic, "My lord, I don't know how to drink when I'm young."

"Bold!" Feng Yetang said with a gloomy face, "I gave it to you, how dare you not drink it!"

Tears welled up in Shen Yanting's eyes, and he looked at Chu Yan begging for help. He looked so pitiful that even outsiders couldn't help feeling pity for him.

However, Chu Yan, who was the rightful master, just sat on the sidelines as if he didn't see anything, his indifference made people's hearts chill.

Seeing that he ignored him, Shen Yanting couldn't tell whether it was sad or angry, he gritted his teeth, took the book and downed it vigorously.

The hot liquor slipped into his throat unexpectedly, his eyes were red from choking, and he began to cover his chest and cough desperately.

Seeing that Chu Yan remained calm, and seeing the man on the ground in a state of embarrassment, Feng Yetang lost interest and waved his hands impatiently, "Get lost."

Upon hearing this, Shen Yanting didn't dare to stay longer, he got up from the ground in a panic with his guqin in his arms, and hurried out of the room.

Chu Yan drank a pot of wine unhurriedly, then stood up from the ground, and said coldly, "Your Highness, I'm leaving first."

Seeing that it was getting late, Feng Yetang couldn't wait to get busy with the beauty, so he didn't stay any longer, and said with a smile, "Okay, I'll be looking for you another day."

Chu Yan nodded lightly, turned and walked out the door.

Seeing him coming down, the rich and mellow old bustard was about to pull the girl forward to persuade him to stay, when Chu Yan's cold eyes swept over them, and they all froze in cold sweat, frightened and froze in place.

After he left, several girls patted their chests, and the old bustard said in fear: "This young man looks at his handsome face, why are his eyes so frightening..."

"I thought I was going to be killed by him."

"Yeah, it's like wanting to eat people..."

After leaving Chunmanyuan, Chu Yan continued to pace forward as if he didn't hear the footsteps behind him.

The people behind couldn't keep up with the pace of his martial arts practitioners. After a few steps, they accidentally tripped and fell to the ground, making a muffled 'dong'.

"Xian Xing..." Seeing that he was still walking, Shen Yanting couldn't help shouting eagerly, "Wait a minute, I can't keep up."

"...you know I can't go fast."

Hearing this, Chu Yan thought of something, and a complicated flash flashed in the depths of his eyes, and finally stopped, and said indifferently: "What's the matter?"

Seeing that he didn't leave, Shen Yanting hurriedly got up from the ground, limped in front of him holding the guqin, and asked softly, "Are you angry?"

Chu Yan lowered his eyes, his eyes were cold.

"... "

Shen Yanting's heart trembled.

I always feel that this person is different from usual.

"I have nothing to do in the courtyard all day long. I just heard that there is a luthier here, so I wanted to take a look and earn some money by the way."

After finishing speaking, he raised his eyes to look at Chu Yan's face, and saw that his expression was unpredictable, Shen Yanting's heart turned several times, and he continued nervously: "If you are angry, why don't I go tomorrow?"

Chu Yan didn't say whether it was good or bad, his eyes were strange and difficult to understand, and after a long while, he said indifferently, "It's up to you."

This was obviously not the answer Shen Yanting wanted.

He stepped forward and grabbed Chu Yan's strong arm, earnestly said: "I'm sorry, it's all my fault, don't be angry."

Seeing that his words were full of humbleness and cowardice, Chu Yan became more and more irritable when he heard it, a few traces of haze appeared on his stern eyebrows, and he said coldly: "What do you want to say?"

Sensing the impatience in his words, Shen Yanting was taken aback, and subconsciously said: "I...wanted to ask why you pretended not to know me just now?"

"You want to ask this?" Chu Yan glanced at him with a subtle tone, "You still want to ask why I didn't help you out?"

Shen Yanting's eyes were startled, and he said in a panic, "That's not what I meant."

"No obligation." Chu Yan interrupted directly, calmly almost cruel, and said word by word: "I have no obligation to help you."

Since he wanted to become a luthier in that kind of place, he naturally imagined the consequences. The reason why he made such a gesture was just because he was worried that he would discover his true face.

It was precisely because of this that he became more and more impatient with Shen Yanting's hypocrisy.

Shen Yanting's eyes widened in disbelief, and he said, "Xian Xing...what did you say..."

Seeing that he was pretending not to understand, Chu Yan didn't have the time to spend any more, and turned around to leave. Shen Yanting's expression changed drastically, and he suddenly asked hoarsely, "Did you forget how you promised me before?"

"Didn't you say you'd help me? Now you're going to regret it!"

Chu Yan turned his head and looked down at him with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

He said blankly, "Repent?"

"This is not exactly what you want, after all, you never believed that I could help you."

Shen Yanting took two steps back unsteadily, looking at Chu Yan's icy face, he felt strange as if he was meeting this person for the first time.

Obviously, when this person came to him not long ago, he still praised his progress in the piano with a gentle face, why did he change his face in the blink of an eye.

But there was a faint voice in his heart that seemed to say that this cold-blooded, cruel, and unkind person in front of him was the true and frank Chu Yan hidden under the surface.

"You..." Shen Yanting's Adam's apple rolled, his lips trembled and he said, "How...how could you think so!"

His face like rice paper was reflected in Chu Yan's eyes, and there was no pity in his words, and he said coldly: "You really think I don't know why you came here to be a luthier?"

Flower Street and Willow Alley are surrounded by mountains and seas, where dragons and snakes are mixed, which can be said to be the source of news and rumors, not to mention Chunmanyuan, where officials from the DPRK and China often come and go. As a luthier, Shen Yanting's purpose couldn't be more obvious.

Chu Yan in the previous life didn't understand, and he really believed his nonsense that he was idle these days and wanted to earn some money. Now it seems that this person's thoughts are much deeper than he thought.

"I..." Shen Yanting's words froze, and he wanted to explain subconsciously, but when he met Chu Yan's deep and dark eyes, his throat seemed to be clogged with cotton, and he lost his voice for a while.

Chu Yan had expected such a reaction from him, and he didn't see any disappointment or anger. He said in a neutral tone, "It's getting late, you should go back early."

"En." Shen Yanting nodded palely, remembered something, and suddenly said: "I learned a new piano score recently, when you come to my place, I'll play it for you."

"... "

Chu Yan nodded almost invisibly.

Not long after walking out of this street, I saw Chongyang waiting in the distance holding a heavy knife.

"Have you got the things?" Chu Yan asked.

Chongyang nodded.

Seeing Chu Yan walking in another direction, he looked strange, "Aren't you going back to the palace?"

"Ah."

A cold light flashed in Chu Yan's eyes, "I still have to go somewhere."

In the evening, besides Goulan, the most lively places are all kinds of large and small gambling houses, the casinos are unpredictable, some win a lot of money, and some lose even without their pants.

It was nearly three o'clock, and the gambling house not far from the city gate was still in full swing, full of voices.

Chu Yan's face was covered with a silver mask, most of his face was hidden in the mask, only his graceful jaw and thin lips were exposed. He walked into the casino and walked straight to the gambling table in the innermost room.

Chongyang hid among the crowd of gamblers and did not follow, but he kept paying attention to Chu Yan's movement from the corner of his eye.

The gambler, who was so excited to gamble, seemed to have lost his mind, and was suppressing his size with a frenzied expression.Chu Yan bypassed the crowded crowd with a calm expression, and looked at the man who sat on the table gambling and forgot to eat and sleep. He was staring at the dice Gu in the hand of the gambling prostitute with bloodshot eyes, and hoarsely shouted: "Big big!"

Chu Yan had a panoramic view of the man's red-eyed expression, and the corners of his lips under the mask curved slightly.

When he saw the points under the gu cover, the gamblers around booed, the man opened his mouth wide and slowly closed, and sat back on the chair with a dejected face.

The old man on the opposite side pinched his goatee and said with a smile: "Mr. Chu, do you still gamble today?"

"bet!"

Chu Han responded proudly, touched the money bag that had been completely lost, and shouted: "Chunjiu, where did you die!"

"You called me back just now to get the silver ticket, and I haven't come back yet." The gambling prostitute reminded softly.

Chu Han patted the gambling table angrily, "That's owed!"

"That's not okay, you have a lot of credit tonight." The old man with the goatee said.

"It's not like I won't pay back the young master!" Chu Han said with a grim expression, "I'll give you the money later!"

"Forgive me, Mr. Chu." The old man smiled meaningfully, "Your servant is almost gone..."

He hesitated to speak, but the meaning in his words was self-evident.Chu Han's face was also a little ugly, and he just wanted to go out and have a look.

"I'll lend you."

A voice pierced through the noisy environment and rang in my ears calmly and powerfully.

Chu Han turned his head to see who it was, a pair of slender, well-knit hands waved past his eyes, he looked down and found a thick stack of bank notes on the table.