After the villain was scumbag, he was reborn

The deep house is quiet and the environment is elegant.

In the quiet room, Fu Shiyu and Feng Changxing sat face to face behind a low table, on which was a chessboard full of black and white chess pieces.

Seeing his delay, Feng Changxing asked with a gentle smile, "Teacher, what's bothering you?"

Fu Shiyu yawned dispiritedly, and without looking at the chessboard, he held the black chess piece with his fingertips and knocked at random.

He didn't rest well on the table last night, his eyes were blue and black, and his expression looked a little pale and haggard.

Seeing where he was knocking, Feng Changxing smiled, but he didn't say anything, and followed him closely.

Fu Shiyu propped his chin, looked out the window at the chirping chick on the jujube tree, and lazily said, "All right, Your Highness."

"...I lost this game long ago."

Feng Changxing knocked down the last piece steadily, the outcome on the chessboard was decided, he smiled: "Teacher really has something on his mind today."

Fu Shiyu didn't speak, and after a long time, he asked softly, "Why did Your Highness leave the palace?"

Feng Changxing sighed softly, "I received a letter from the Tai Tuo last night, and I couldn't sleep all night. After thinking about it, I decided to go out of the palace to see you."

A sparrow returning with fluttering wings stopped on a branch and was feeding the chicks with its beak facing each other. Fu Shiyu stared at them absentmindedly, wondering if he was listening. It’s better that things like this rarely happen in the palace.”

Feng Changxing smiled, "Teacher taught me that."

Fu Shiyu retracted his gaze, and seeing a commoner slave walking in with tea, he said calmly, "Is this place hidden?"

"Don't worry, Taifu." Feng Changxing poured a cup of hot tea for him, and said, "The owner here is a good friend of my grandfather's during his lifetime, and few people visit him on weekdays."

Fu Shiyu didn't go any further, picked up the teacup, and slowly skimmed off the foam on the tea, "I believe you read it?"

"Yes." Feng Changxing said in a deep voice: "The Grand Tutor said in the letter that the son of Guangling deliberately concealed this matter."

Fu Shiyu lowered his eyes, hummed, and couldn't help but drift away.

On the way back to the mansion that day, he heard the sound of someone scratching the car with his fingernails, so he quietly lifted the curtain and looked out.

I caught a glimpse of more than a dozen untreated corpses lying in the wasteland outside, including adults and children. The time of death should not be long, and there is no smelly smell yet.

He looked down, and saw a seventy-year-old woman in ragged clothes and blood all over her head lying on the ground, grabbing onto the car with both hands again and again, but finally slid down weakly.

Xu Chongyang was afraid of being discovered, so he opened the curtain and looked in, and saw that Fu Shiyu and Chao Luo were taking a nap with their eyes closed, so they continued to drive the carriage.

Then the wheels rolled and flew away at high speed.

Recalling the mother and son at Uncle Chen's gate when he set off, Fu Shiyu guessed that these people should all be refugees fleeing famine.

Feng Changxing's eyes were angry, and he said coldly: "At the beginning of this year, the emperor received a report that there was a famine in more than a dozen counties and cities in Yangzhou, and the victims of the disaster in Yangzhou were displaced. The two officials provide disaster relief."

"Last month, my father received a report from the minister that the victims of the disaster have been properly resettled. I thought this incident was over, but I didn't expect that these people not only embezzled official money, but also dared to lie about the disaster situation!"

He re-photographed the table, and the black and white pieces on the chessboard were instantly disrupted.

Feng Changxing said with deep hatred: "No wonder I suddenly heard that there was a horse thief near the capital. It turned out that this horse thief was not the other horse thief, but it was just a cover to hide the father."

Fu Shiyu looked calm, and said calmly: "The birthday of the Holy Majesty is approaching, and no one wants to have any accidents at this moment."

Feng Changxing disapproved and said: "But you can't abandon the safety of the people and ignore it."

Fu Shiyu took a sip of his tea, "It's a good thing Your Highness is worried about the people, but now is not the time to talk about it."

After finishing speaking, he asked again: "Who is the prefect of Yangzhou?"

Feng Changxing thought for a while and replied, "Su Dongshan."

Fu Shiyu pondered for a while, "What's the relationship between him and Prince Guangling?"

"I don't know." Feng Changxing said: "I've never heard that the two of them had any contact."

After finishing speaking, he thought of something, and suddenly realized: "By the way, Su Dongshan is the left prime minister."

"Right now the most favored concubine Rong Gui is the daughter of Prime Minister Zuo."

Fu Shiyu's eyes were deep and unpredictable, "I'm afraid it will be difficult."

Feng Changxing asked suspiciously, "What does Tai Tuo mean by this?"

Fu Shiyu put down the teacup, and said coldly: "The Sixth Prince was born to Concubine Rong. Since Prince Guangling concealed the disaster for them, it means that he has already stood in the Sixth Prince's camp."

Feng Changxing was surprised, "King Guangling's heart is on the battlefield, and he never participated in court battles. Although the son of Guangling did not go out with his father, he has always lived in a simple life and never got close to the princes. Why did he intervene this time. "

Fu Shiyu's eyes were complicated, and he still couldn't figure out what this person's purpose was.

If you want to make plans for the future, you should also focus on the hidden third prince Feng Hanxiao, why did you choose Feng Yetang, a useless idiot.

He rubbed his chin, and laughed softly, "So, the Guangling Crown Prince spent so much effort to find the Avalokitesvara, it seems that he is preparing for the Sixth Prince's birthday gift for His Majesty."

Feng Changxing was taken aback for a moment, "Teacher means that this portrait will appear at the royal father's birthday banquet and be presented to the royal father by the sixth younger brother?"

Fu Shiyu hummed lightly.

Feng Changxing was puzzled, "Didn't the Grand Tutor say that there was a mystery in that portrait? How could the Prince of Guangling submit it willingly?"

Fu Shiyu smiled a little, "Your Highness, what I'm talking about is the Guanyin statue, not the portrait that the son found in the tomb."

Feng Changxing stared blankly, and said, "Teacher, what does the Grand Tutor mean, that Prince Guangling intends to cheat?"

Fu Shiyu pondered for a moment, then murmured: "However, how did His Majesty know that Mrs. Xi's portrait is strange..."

Hearing this, Feng Changxing's expression froze slightly, and he forced a smile and said, "Teacher still doesn't know who my grandfather is."

Fu Shiyu raised his eyes, quietly waiting for him to speak.

Feng Changxing said slowly: "My grandfather used to be Lang Zhongping, the deputy general of General Yan. When General Yan left, he gave him a token to support Emperor Han Lin of the previous dynasty to take office, but he did not expect Emperor Han Lin to covet Beautiful, fatuous and incompetent, the people in the capital are miserable. My father led the army to revolt. When he attacked the capital, he accidentally met my mother and queen. They fell in love at first sight, but my grandfather remembered General Yan's instructions and swore to be loyal to the court. Agreeing to their marriage, I never thought that my mother's empress would have a happy pulse at that time, my grandfather had no choice but to rebel for the sake of loving his daughter."

Maybe it was because he let go of his guard against Fu Shiyu, or because he was still too young to completely hold back his hatred. When mentioning this old incident, Feng Changxing couldn't keep his warm look on his face anymore, and he didn't even want to call his father anymore. He continued to speak expressionlessly.

"It was only after we got married that I found out that the emperor already had a sweetheart. After he ascended the throne, he planned to abolish my mother, but because my grandfather held the military power, he could only secretly frame my grandfather for colluding with the rebel party. In the end, the entire Lang family was ransacked and my mother was killed." Waste, in order to keep my crown prince, she handed over the token from her grandfather to the emperor, and finally hanged herself in the cold palace to die."

Fu Shiyu probably understood the ins and outs, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "Where is the Majesty's sweetheart?"

Feng Changxing said indifferently: "I heard that he was killed by my mother."

"But I believe that the queen mother is not such a person."

Fu Shiyu rearranged the messy chessboard, "The Holy Majesty doesn't need to know who killed his beloved concubine, all he has to do is to convince everyone that it was your mother who killed the concubine."

He sighed: "The Lang family is too sharp, your mother will naturally become a target."

Feng Changxing looked indifferent, "These are old things, so don't mention them."

"My mother lived deep in her boudoir back then, how could she know the emperor's ambitions for the city, she must have told him everything about the ghost cavalry army."

Fu Shiyu said with relief: "Although the Holy Majesty knows that there is something hidden in that portrait, he doesn't know how to untie it. Otherwise, Prince Guangling would not have acted so boldly."

"En." Feng Changxing replied indifferently, thinking of something, he asked curiously: "Teacher has seen ghost cavalry?"

Fu Shiyu lowered his eyes, "I've seen it."

The last time he happened to hear Aunt Qiu calling the big man's name in the Zhuangzi, he finally understood in his heart why Prince Guangling wanted to point him in the wrong direction on purpose.

But... how did he know that he was planning to go to Chongyang?

"What is the master thinking?"

Feng Changxing suddenly made a sound, interrupting Fu Shiyu's thoughts.

Fu Shiyu sat down again and said, "Now that Your Highness knows about it, what do you plan to do?"

Feng Changxing thought for a while, and asked back: "Teacher wants me to tell Father about Su Taishou?"

"No." Fu Shiyu randomly fiddled with the black chess pieces in the chess box with his index finger, "Your Highness, don't get involved in this matter."

Feng Changxing clenched his hands under the desk lightly, and said in a gloomy voice, "Does the Tai Tuo intend to let me ignore it?"

Fu Shiyu sighed, "That's not necessary."

"Because Concubine Rong is favored by Concubine Rong, Prime Minister Zuo is rampant in private. There are many people who don't like his behavior. Your Highness only needs to disclose this matter to them."

Feng Changxing's expression softened, and he said in shame, "It's still Taifu who has a vision."

Fu Shiyu rested his index finger on the case, and knocked casually twice, "If your Highness has no direction, I can recommend you a candidate."

Feng Changxing was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said: "Teacher, please tell me."

Fu Shiyu smiled lightly, "The Minister of the Ministry of Finance, he is a member of His Highness the Third Highness."

Feng Changxing's face changed slightly, and he said in surprise: "What the Tai Tuo said is true?"

The smile in Fu Shiyu's eyes was even bigger, and he slowly explained the reason, "The second young lady in Shangshu's mansion accidentally fell into the water before, and I saved her life. "

"The mother and concubine of the third prince is the eldest lady of the Ministry of Rites."

Feng Changxing looked dazed, and said, "How many connections did the third brother make in private?"

Fu Shiyu smiled without saying a word, took out a folded piece of plain paper from his arms, handed it to him, and said, "I planned to let His Highness use that portrait as a birthday present for the Holy Majesty, but I messed it up. Use the paper bento to make amends to Your Highness."

Feng Changxing hurriedly waved his hands, "Teacher doesn't have to do that."

Fu Shiyu didn't speak, and directly handed the plain note to Feng Changxing's case. Feng Changxing was puzzled, hesitated for a while, and reached out to pick it up.

Opening it slowly, Feng Changxing's face was a bit dazed, he didn't understand, so he said: "What is this painting..."

After careful identification, his eyes lit up, "Teacher, can you really give this to me?"

Fu Shiyu hummed lightly.

"It's late, I'll go back first."

As soon as the words were finished, the servant serving tea came in and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, the prince of Guangling is here, you and this gentleman should leave by the path."

Fu Shiyu frowned slightly, "Shizi Guangling?"

Feng Changxing stood up, straightened his slightly messy robes, and said with a smile: "I forgot to tell the Taifu where this place is. I wonder if the Taifu has ever heard of Mr. Qiushan's name?"

Fu Shiyu nodded, "I heard a little bit."

Mr. Akiyama is a master of calligraphers and painters in the capital, and his painting "Chang'an Night Banquet" is the first of the four famous paintings.

Feng Changxing put away the plain note, and said softly in his eyes: "Mr. Qiushan was a good friend of my grandfather during his lifetime, but he didn't want to get involved in court battles, and he always thanked guests behind closed doors. I have been here a few times, and he never Talk to me, but remember the old feelings of my grandfather, so I left a quiet yard for me."

Fu Shiyu's eyes were dark, and he asked, "Then why did the son of Guangling come here?"

Feng Changxing said with a thought-provoking smile: "The Grand Tutor doesn't know something. Compared with the exquisite painting skills, Mr. Qiushan's most proficient is actually..."

He paused for a moment before continuing to reveal, "Fake."

"It's just that fakes hurt your reputation. In recent years, Mr. Akiyama has carefully painted. In addition..."

He thought of something, and Meifeng locked his mouth and said: "Speaking of the son of Guangling, last time I heard from Zu Qing that the son of Guangling also came to see Mr. Qiushan once last month."

Fu Shiyu's heart skipped a beat suddenly, as if he had missed some important clues.

The two didn't continue to talk any more, they left after almost a cup of tea.

On the way back, Fu Shiyu kept thinking about Feng Changxing's last words, and when he came back to his senses, he found that he had unknowingly arrived at the back door of Guangling Palace.

It was past noon at the moment, and there was a frail man in a blue gown standing at the door, he only tied his hair with a wooden hairpin, his facial features were clear and handsome, and his eyebrows and eyes showed a bookish air that was not stained with dust.

Hearing footsteps, the man turned around in panic, just about to leave.

Fu Shiyu smiled warmly and called him unhurriedly, "Are you looking for someone?"

The man stopped in his tracks, looked at Fu Shiyu's overly bright face, and nodded in a daze.

Just as Fu Shiyu was about to ask him who he was looking for, a cold voice came from behind the two of them.

"Who told you to come here!"

Fu Shiyu turned his head and saw that Chu Yan had returned at some time, with a gloomy face, looking in a bad mood.

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