After the villain was scumbag, he was reborn

"Help! Help!"

Chu Han fluttered his arms in the lotus pond, choking on the dirty water several times.

Fu Shiyu turned his head slightly, and asked the people next to him, "Will the son save people?"

Chu Yan said lightly: "Someone will save you."

As soon as the words fell, the housekeeper hurried over with his people. When he saw Chu Han in the lotus pond, his face turned pale with fright, and he hurriedly ordered the servants next to him, "Quick! Hurry up! Why are you standing there before you go into the water?" Save the eldest son."

"You go and invite the eldest lady!"

After some explanations, I saw Shizi standing not far away, his knees softened, and he hurriedly knelt on the ground, "See Shizi."

Chu Yan withdrew his gaze indifferently, turned around and walked towards his yard.

Fu Shiyu stared at his back in a daze, when a horrified roar suddenly sounded not far away!

"Ahh! Ghost ghost ghost!"

Chu Han sat beside the stone railing in a disheveled dress, with water plants wrapped around his feet, his pupils constricted, and he said in a trembling voice, "There...there are water ghosts...there are water ghosts underneath..."

The housekeeper was also a little frightened. He wanted to look but didn't dare to look. Fu Shiyu looked into the pool curiously when he heard this.

After seeing the 'water ghost' floating on the water, he laughed in his heart.

——This is obviously a person.

That face was white and swollen from the water in the lake, and it looked like a steamed white flour bun with soaked hair. It should have been thrown in for a long time. It was caught by the water plants at the bottom of the pool before, so it couldn't float up.

Presumably when Chu Han was struggling just now, he inadvertently stirred up these aquatic plants.

Fu Shiyu's eyes were deep, looking at the obvious strangle marks on the man's neck and the too flat belly.

——Looks like it's another ghost from the deep house, who can't die with peace in his eyes.

Seeing the face of the 'water ghost', a servant suddenly asked in surprise, "Isn't this man Wang Fu from the Imperial Palace?"

After hearing this, everyone looked into the pool one after another.

"Why is he here?"

"No wonder I haven't seen him for a few days. He is dead."

"Before I heard that he was rewarded by Mrs. Wang..."

Hearing Mrs. Wang's name, the butler immediately scolded: "Hurry up and get the corpse up!"

"Come here! The eldest son has passed out!"

The scene suddenly turned into a pot of boiling porridge, those who moved people moved people, and those who fished people fished people.

It's Shizi again...

Fu Shiyu's eyes were deep, and he finally glanced at the corpse, and left quietly.

next day

It was a rare sunny day in autumn, when a crow wailed in the sky outside the window, and Chu Yan raised his eyes to look out.

it's getting dark.

He stood up from behind the case, looked at Chongyang who was standing silently in the corner, and said lightly: "I'm going out for a while, you watch Fu Shiyu."

Chongyang answered yes indifferently.

Zhuangzi, who sent the ghost cavalry army to the countryside yesterday, has never spoken to anyone since he came back.

Even when Chu Dongge came to Chu Yan's courtyard, he was indifferent, and occasionally even saw a bit of cold and murderous intent leaking out of his eyes.

Later, after Chu Yan glanced at him calmly, he slowly withdrew his sinister gaze.

Yan Chu can be said to be a god admired and revered by everyone in the Ghost Cavalry Army. Sometimes it is more uncomfortable to destroy a person's belief than to take his life.

Knowing how uncomfortable this taste is, Chongyang could only choose to keep silent and deeply bury this secret in his heart, but when he looked at Yan Chu in their eyes, he stabbed him with a sharp awl again. into the chest.

After he handed Chu Yan's letter to Uncle Chen last night, he rode his horse back to the mansion overnight like a deserter who had abandoned his helmet and armor.

Chu Yan didn't seem to notice his strangeness, or he was indifferent, and left the study without looking back.

When it was dark, Shen Yanting changed into a brand new crescent brocade robe, tied his hair with a jade crown, looked at the bronze mirror before going to the courtyard outside.

Sijin has already set up a piano table in the courtyard, and the stone table is filled with several plates of delicate snacks and a white jade jug.

Shen Yanting walked behind the piano table and sat cross-legged on the carpet, the bright moonlight passed through the treetops, casting mottled shadows on his shoulders.

What Chu Yan saw when he came in was such an elegant scene. He stood silently at the door and did not go in.

Shen Yanting plucked the strings a few times before he found his figure, and shouted in surprise: "Xian Xing, you're here."

Seeing the shyness on Shen Yanting's face, Si Jin joked: "My lord, our young master started thinking about you just after noon."

Chu Yan's expression was cold, and he hummed in a neither salty nor light way.

Shen Yanting's smile froze, and he said with some embarrassment: "Xianxing, are you hungry?"

"Why don't you have a snack first, I recently learned a new score, how do you play it?"

Si Jin followed up and said, "Yes, yes, my son, please sit down."

Chu Yan pursed his lips lightly, with the bright moon shining high above him, but his eyes were dark and dull. For some reason, under the gaze of these eyes, Shen Yanting had a horrifying feeling of being peeled off and peering into his heart.

Shen Yanting's face became paler, and when his smile was almost unbearable, that cold gaze finally slowly withdrew.

Chu Yan said lightly, "I didn't come to listen to you play the piano today."

Shen Yanting stood up from behind the piano table in a daze, and said, "Are you tired? Then let's sit and talk with me if we don't listen to the piano, okay?"

His tone was full of humility and pleading, even a stone heart would be moved, but it's a pity that the person standing in front of him was not soft-hearted, Gu Jing Wubo didn't even bother to glance at the slightest strangeness in his eyes.

Chu Yan said coldly, "I'll leave after I finish speaking."

Shen Yanting's eyes brightened, and said: "Then let's sit and talk."

Chu Yan didn't seem to hear it, and still stood thousands of miles away, "I won't help you regain the throne."

"..."

Shen Yanting thought he heard it wrong, or didn't hear it clearly, so he asked with a dull expression: "You... what did you just say?"

Chu Yan's face was frosty, and the coldness in his words was even worse, and there was a trace of merciless cruelty.

"If you want to live, I can protect your life. If you want the throne, we will have nothing to do in the future."

Sijin's face changed suddenly, "Your Majesty"

Before he finished speaking, Chu Yan swept over with cold eyes.

Si Jin's whole body felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and he didn't dare to speak a word again.

The corners of Shen Yanting's eyes were watery, and he said softly: "Do you really want to be so heartless?"

Chu Yan looked at his face, which was trying to hold back his crying, with imperceptible sarcasm in his eyes.

"Go ahead."

Shen Yanting lowered his eyes, staring at the ground unknowingly, his lower lip was bitten white, with a little blood oozing out, and after a long time, he said in a hoarse voice: "What if I still want the throne?"

Chu Yan neither stayed nor said much, and walked out quickly.

The tears that Shen Yanting was holding back finally couldn't hold back and slid down, he shouted hoarsely: "Don't go, let's go!"

"I only have you!"

Chu Yan's eyes were long, looking at the narrow and winding path in front of him, which was slightly distorted like a human heart.

He called indifferently: "Shen Yanting."

"This is your last chance."

Shen Yanting was silent for a long time, raised his hand to wipe away the wet tears on his face, and said in a cold tone: "Then you go, I'm blind."

"Although I am useless, a pure heart cannot tolerate you trampling like this."

"..."

Chu Yan really left without even the slightest hesitation.

Shen Yanting looked at his receding back, couldn't help showing a trace of unwillingness in his eyes, and asked sharply: "The kindness you treated me before was all fake, wasn't it?"

Seeing that Chu Yan didn't answer, he smiled self-deprecatingly, "It seems that you have always treated my friendship with you as a joke."

Chu Yan's footsteps stopped, his pupils seemed to be filled with ink, and after a good while, he said with a slight sarcasm, "Compared with the throne, your sincerity is not worth mentioning."

Shen Yanting's face changed slightly, and he denied it flatly: "No! It's not!"

A gust of night wind suddenly blew through the yard, rustling among the treetops, Chu Yan's voice was so soft that it was almost drowned in the wind, but it rang in Shen Yanting's ears like a bell.

He stood in the yard stunned, unable to recover for a long time, quietly watching Chu Yan's figure walk away and disappear completely.

"Hypocrisy." Chu Yan said.

Just two words are enough to make Shen Yanting crumble to the ground like ice, his eyes are empty and he kneels on the ground paralyzed.

Seeing that his complexion was not good, Sijin worriedly stepped forward and shouted: "My lord, are you feeling sick again?"

Shen Yanting's lips and teeth trembled, his nails sank deep into the soil, his chest felt a burning pain, and his whole body was in unbearable pain as if being burned by a raging fire.

He clutched his chest tightly and said angrily, "Go...get the medicine!"

Sijin reacted, and rushed into the house in a hurry.

Shen Yanting curled up into a ball, tearing at the front of his clothes frantically and hastily, an emotional spring tide gradually appeared on his brows and eyes.

"Young master!" Sijin came out and saw him lying on the ground in disheveled clothes, and hurriedly ran to close the courtyard door.

Then he helped Shen Yanting up, poured out the medicine pill in the jade bottle, and fed it to him carefully.

Shen Yanting's cheeks were flushed, he bit down on Si Jin's fingertips tremblingly, and swallowed the brown pill with difficulty.

The violently heaving chest finally began to calm down, Shen Yanting limp in Sijin's arms, panting lightly.

Si Jin helped him straighten out his messy long hair, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of Shen Yanting's slightly opened skirt. From this angle, he could vaguely see the white and thin chest inside.

She suddenly widened her eyes, as if terrified to the extreme, and stammered: "Mr...Mr...."

Shen Yanting didn't understand why she was so scared, and asked strangely: "What's wrong?"

Si Jin opened her mouth, and murmured dully: "Red...open...beginning to be red..."

Shen Yanting's face suddenly lost all color, and he sat on the ground stiffly.

"Second Brother, Second Brother!"

Fu Shiyu was about to take a rest when suddenly Chu Dongge's panicked and helpless cry came from the yard.

He put his robe back on and went to open the door.

Chu Dongge slapped the closed door vigorously with both hands, and cried at the top of his voice, "Second brother, come out!"

"The prince has gone out."

Fu Shiyu asked softly: "What's wrong?"

Looking at his face as gentle as jade under the moonlight, Chu Dongge calmed down a little, and said with a sob: "Mrs. Wang has taken someone to the ancestral hall."

Fu Shiyu's heart sank slightly.

It is guessed that someone might have seen the prince leaving the mansion, so he ran to report the letter to Mrs. Wang.

Fu Shiyu pondered for a moment, then suddenly called out to the empty yard, "Come out."

The cold moonlight shone on the bare tree trunks, and there was no movement for a long time.

Chu Dongge's face was full of confusion, wondering why he shouted like that, and when he looked up, he saw a black figure flying down from the tile roof.

Chongyang was surprised, he didn't know when this person found him.

Fu Shiyu didn't care about what he was thinking now, and said coldly: "You go and tell the prince to return to the mansion quickly."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the panicked Chu Dongge beside him, and said gently, "I'll go with you."

Hearing the movement, Chao Luo also put on his black robe and came out, saying intermittently, "I...I'll go too..."

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-03-1109:58:50~2020-03-1218:48:26期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 1 resignation;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 9 bottles of the common star like Galaxy Bird; 1 bottle of Weiming;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!