After the villain was scumbag, he was reborn

The third watch had passed, everything was silent, and the night was woven into a big net, covering the huge Guangling Palace.

At this moment, the backyard was brightly lit, and a female corpse covered in a white cloth was lying on the ground, revealing only a pair of scarred bare feet.

"My lord, if Lord Fu finds out about this..." A man in black hesitated to speak, looking at the man in black standing in front of him.

The stern-faced man frowned, not knowing whether to tell him or read it to himself, he said indifferently, "He won't know."

"..." The man in black secretly guessed, could it be that the prince sent Mr. Fu, who had lost his meridians, to escort Mr. Shen to Zhuangzi in the countryside, in fact, to hide the news of Miss Shi's death...

"My lord, what should I do with Miss Shi's body?"

The man in Xuanyi glanced expressionlessly at the female corpse on the ground, and said in a disapproving tone, "Just find a place to bury it."

"Yes."

"Ann buried what?"

With a slight smile, a clear and pleasant voice pierced through the night, and rang in everyone's ears unhurriedly.

The faces of everyone present changed, and the eyes of the man in black couldn't help but gloomy.

A man in a black bunt robe stood in the distance, with a high ponytail. Although his facial features were hidden in the dark night, they were somewhat unclear, but it was hard to hide the stunning look on his face.

He approached slowly with gentle steps, although his face was smiling, his eyes were cold and cold.

"What to bury?" He asked again as if very patiently, his tone was as warm as the spring breeze in May, but the people who listened for no reason felt trembling and terrified.

The calmest person in the field was the man in black clothes standing opposite, his eyes remained calm, and he said coldly, "Why are you back?"

"..." The man didn't speak, and looked casually at the man in black who stood in front of him.

The man in black's expression tightened, he quickly bowed his head aside, hesitantly said: "Master Fu, Ms. Shi has already..."

The man turned a deaf ear and lifted the white cloth covering the woman's body.

The female corpse's complexion was grey, her cheeks were red, swollen and bruised, and there were signs of being abused. Although she couldn't see her original appearance, she could see some delicate and pretty features.

"When did you die?" the man said lightly.

The man in black choked his throat, and after a while, he replied in a low voice: "Last night."

"... "

The man stood up from the ground with a calm expression, no abnormalities were seen on his face, and he raised his sword and was about to go out.

The man in black stood sideways to block him, his tone a little irritated, "Where are you going?"

"... "

The man's dark pupils stared at him deeply for a long time, and his graceful lips pursed slightly, as if carrying a hint of imperceptible sarcasm.

"roll."

As soon as the voice fell, the audience was in an uproar.

A dozen men in black looked at each other, and they all saw panic and shock in each other's eyes.

The face of the man in black was covered with dark clouds, his eyes were dark and fierce, and he squeezed out a few words coldly from between his teeth, "Fu Shiyu!"

"You really think I can't do anything against you!"

"... "

Fu Shiyu withdrew his gaze and walked out in silence. Chu Yan's eyes turned cold behind him, and he stepped forward and grabbed his arm fiercely, but he didn't want to catch the wet and sticky blood.

His expression changed slightly, and he frowned, "Are you injured?"

As soon as the words fell, the guards escorting Shen Yanting to Zhuangzi rushed into the courtyard in a hurry. Seeing the tense atmosphere in front of him, he fell to his knees in a panic, and stammered: "My lord... I encountered an ambush on the road at this moment. For Master Fu to save…"

shut up…

"Rescue Mr. Shen...he was seriously injured..."

Fu Shiyu originally wanted to stop him from speaking, but he lost even the last bit of strength to speak, the strong string in his body broke with a sound, and then he fell into the boundless darkness before his eyes.

Seeing the person standing across from him fell down like loose sand, Chu Yan hooked his waist very quickly and pulled him into his arms smoothly, with a rare flash of panic and bewilderment in his eyes.

"Look for a doctor!"

The man in black beside him was stunned, and reminded: "My lord, if you invite the imperial physician at this time, I'm afraid it will alarm the palace."

Chu Yan gave him a cold look, and he could faintly hear a hint of urgency in his words, "Go!"

three days later

A brazier was burning in the spacious cabinet, and a dragon mouth incense burner was placed under the window sill, and wisps of sandalwood incense rose upwards.

In the warm tent, a sick and weak beauty closed her eyes tightly. Although her face was pale, she couldn't hide the exquisiteness and depth of her eyebrows and eyes. Her long black hair was scattered on the couch, like fine smooth satin.

In the afternoon, when the guards left the door, a young man dressed as a servant pushed the door in. He quickly walked to the bed, lifted the curtain and whispered: "My lord, wake up."

Hearing the sound, the beauty's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she opened her eyes slightly, tiny ripples appeared in those amorous peach blossom eyes.

Xu Shi had never seen such a beauty before, and the servant was stunned for a moment.

The beauty raised her eyes and saw the astonishment in the boy's eyes, as if she had already gotten used to this kind of gaze, her expression remained calm, and she said calmly, "Who are you?"

His voice was low and hoarse, and his lazy and casual tone had a kind of demagogic sexiness.

The boy finally came to his senses, and hastily took out a letter from his bosom.

"Someone entrusted the slave to hand it over to the lord."

The beauty's slender eyebrows were slightly frowned, and she half sat up with her elbows propped on the soft couch. The loose collar slipped out of a thin and thin shoulder, and light blue veins could be seen on the snow-white complexion.

He took the letter from the servant boy and opened it slowly.

"... "

Seeing the beauty looking down at the letter, a hint of viciousness flashed in the boy's eyes, and a sharp dagger slipped out of the palm of his sleeve, just about to move.

The beauty who rubbed her chin and concentrated on reading the letter raised her eyes to look at him, said with a warm smile, "Who sent it?"

The dagger in the servant's hand quickly retracted, shaking his head nervously, "I don't know."

"Really?" The beauty's tone was raised, and her soft tone seemed to be chatting with him.

Before the boy could respond, his chin was lifted slightly by the palm of his hand, and that handsome and flawless face was caught off guard. He held his breath nervously, and felt an indescribable uneasiness in his heart.

"It's not good to lie."

There was a half-smile in the beauty's eyes, and the icy-cold fingertips slowly traced the line of his jaw, and then carelessly brushed over the slightly protruding Adam's apple...

Obviously the actions are casual and frivolous, but they are not annoying. On the contrary, they feel pleasure and palpitations from the inside out.

"..." The boy looked dull, and stood stiffly on the spot. He felt a little disappointed when he noticed that the man's hand was resting on the hem of his shirt and he didn't move.

"Shen Yanting really treats me like a useless person."

After the beauty left this confusing sentence, her palms tightened suddenly, and her round and clean nails sank into several dimples on the servant's neck. Those beautiful, well-articulated hands seemed to be a work of art even for killing people.

His movements were extremely fast, and before the young servant who was obsessed with beauty had time to make a move, his head tilted heavily, his neck showed a twisted arc, his eyes were full of shock, and he never thought that this beautiful and weak man would make a move. So harsh.

A handful of servant's corpses were discarded on the floor tiles, and the beauty suddenly pressed against her chest, and began to cough heart-piercingly. After it calmed down, her pale face was even more pale, and the curved corners of her mouth that were used to curling up looked a bit bitter. and sad.

He took the letter from the boy and stuffed it into his bosom, turned over and got off the bed, stepped on the dark carpet with his thin and long bare feet, and put on a large cloak casually. As soon as he opened the door, he saw two A guard stood in front of him with a horizontal spear.

"My lord has ordered that Mr. Fu cannot go out privately."

"..." The beauty's face was kind, but her eyes were deep like an abyss, and she said lightly, "Get out of the way."

The two guards at the door still stood in front of them unmoved. "Master Fu, this is the order of the prince, please don't embarrass us."

The smile on the corner of the beauty's mouth deepened, as if she hadn't seen the spear in front of her chest, she stepped forward at a leisurely pace, and didn't stop until her chest touched the blade of the spear, with a smile on her face. Yingying said with a hint of teasing and sarcasm in her tone, "Don't dare to stop me."

"What are you?"

The guard's face changed slightly, but he didn't speak yet.

A cold and steady voice suddenly broke in from outside the courtyard.

"——He doesn't count as something, so let's see if this king counts!"

Ever since Shi Mianmian and Fu Shiyu divorced, Fu Shiyu bought a house for Shi Mianmian outside the capital.

After hearing the news of Shi Mianmian's death, Fu Shiyu, who was seriously injured and finally regained consciousness, insisted on entering the palace. After Chu Yan stopped him, he persuaded him to endure it for a few days with rare gentle words that night, and he would definitely avenge Shi Mianmian.

Fu Shiyu readily agreed at the time, but he disappeared the next day. Later, Chu Yan mobilized the soldiers of the military camp, the guards of the palace, and even dispatched all the people hiding behind the scenes to look for him.

But in the end, not only was no one found, but Emperor Sui Qing, who was lying ill on the couch, noticed signs of danger.

Forget it, there is no need to mention the past.

When Chu Yan came back to his senses, he found that the two had arrived in the village. Fu Shiyu went straight to the kitchen, ready to take out the body parts.

Seeing him coming in, Fu Shiyu smiled and said, "Master Zhong, can you please help me move the people out of the cellar?"

Now he doesn't ask why Chu Yan followed, on the contrary, he started ordering him around with ease.

"... "

Chu Yan's gloomy gaze wished to poke a hole in his back, but now he still had to rely on Fu Shiyu to find the Avalokitesvara statue, so he could only hold back his anger, turned around and strode out of the room.

Fu Shiyu, who was squatting in front of the stove, slightly curled the corners of his lips, and a smile flashed across his eyes.

He took off the outer shirt, laid it flat on the ground, and then carefully took out the body that had been cut into several pieces.

After Chu Yan moved in, he saw this man squatting on the ground wearing only a white undershirt, holding a bloody head in his hands.

Hearing footsteps, he didn't lift his head and said, "Is the move over?"

"..." Chu Yan didn't say a word, and when he saw the bloody scene on the ground, he felt uncomfortable in his stomach. Just as he was about to look away, he accidentally caught a glimpse of Fu Shiyu's unchanging expression, serious expression on the ground, trying to put together corpses of different sizes, His steps stopped again.

"Don't force yourself if you can't stand it." Fu Shiyu said lightly.

Hearing this, Chu Yan's face turned cold, as if struggling, he deliberately took a few steps forward and settled in front of him.

"..." Fu Shiyu was amused and didn't speak again.

It took a quarter of an hour to carefully piece together Shi Mianmian's mother's body. He stood up and cleaned the blood off his hands, and prepared to dig a grave in the yard with farm tools.

Chu Yan, who didn't intend to help at first, saw his movements and ink smears. If he continued like this, he might not be able to finish it in the dark. He stepped forward and snatched the hoe from Fu Shiyu's hand, and dug two big holes in the ground within two strokes.

By the time Shi Mianmian's parents were buried, the sky had already started to turn gray, and the setting sun cast jagged shadows from the cracks in the roof tiles.

When Chu Yan saw Fu Shiyu standing in front of Shi Mianmian's house, neither walking nor speaking, he couldn't help but began to wonder if he had noticed something.

"..." Just as he was thinking this way, Fu Shiyu went to the house and found a piece of Shi Mianmian's father's commoner clothes to put on his body, then turned around and stepped on a small mound in front of Shi Mianmian's house.

The wind in the evening was a bit strong, and the corners of his clothes were flying around, and the ends of his hair were messy.

Chu Yan frowned and looked up, seeing Fu Shiyu looking down at him with unfathomable eyes. After a long time, he smiled and said, "How about making a deal?"

Chu Yan just wanted to ask about the deal.

"...Son of Guangling."

His tone was gentle and confident, without the slightest hint of temptation, and he had clearly confirmed Chu Yan's identity.