After the villain was scumbag, he was reborn

King Guangling, who hadn't seen his son for many years, saw the man lying on the ground at this moment, and his eyes suddenly looked a little surprised and complicated.

He planned to settle accounts with him, but when he heard the sound of the hard-won father, the majestic general outside, he seemed a little at a loss at this moment, like an ordinary father who had been away from his child for many years.

When he came back to his senses, it was already a cup of tea, and King Guangling remembered that Chu Yan was still kneeling on the ground, and hurriedly said, "Get up."

Chu Yan got up from the ground, and when he saw King Guangling looking over, he stood there expressionless and let him look at him.

In his previous life, he hated this man, and even blamed him for his mother's death. Until later, when he died on the battlefield, he led his troops on the journey he had traveled. He saw the displaced people because of years of fighting; The remnant soldiers and crab generals with missing arms and legs; the Huns who saw the border crossing aggressively invaded and mutilated the land of Daqing.

Little by little he began to understand.

Fu Shiyu said: "Some people put their hearts on themselves, so they only care about life and death; some people put their hearts on others, so they don't care about life and death."

Chu Yan hated him because his mother died innocently by marrying him, but later she began to understand that even if she knew that she would die innocently in the future, her mother would still marry him.

After King Guangling looked at it, he stood up and wanted to pat Chu Yan on the shoulder, but after thinking about it, he took it back.

On the rough and dark face honed by the yellow sand, there was a kind smile at the moment.

He said with relief: "You have grown a lot taller, and your bones have become stronger."

Chu Yan nodded silently and didn't say much. Seeing Mrs. Wang's uneasy expression, he looked at King Guangling again and said, "I have something to say to you."

A trace of panic flashed in Mrs. Wang's eyes, and she said with a stiff smile: "This child, if you have something to say, just say it, and the prince will not stop you."

Chu Yan looked at King Guangling indifferently, and repeated in a flat tone, "Only with you."

King Guangling was stunned, and subconsciously said: "Chunyan is not an outsider, you"

Chu Yan interrupted him directly, "Then I'll come back another day."

"and many more."

King Guangling had a sullen face. It was a rare opportunity to ease the tense relationship between the two, so how could he just leave like this.

He looked at Mrs. Wang, "You go out first."

Mrs. Wang was startled, and hurriedly said: "My lord, I also have something to say to you."

King Guangling laughed, "Why do you all have something to say?"

"Okay, okay, I will go to your room later in the evening."

If it was normal, Mrs. Wang would have been so happy that she couldn't find Bei, but now she was feeling anxious, and she wanted to say something, but King Guangling waved his hand impatiently, urging her to go out quickly.

Mrs. Wang had no choice but to let it go, secretly took a look at Chu Yan's ambiguous expression, and went out reluctantly.

King Guangling smiled and sat down on the grand master's chair, and looked down, "Sit down."

"It's rare for you to have something to say to me. When you come back once in a weekday, you won't even see your face."

Chu Yan pretended not to hear the accusation in his words, sat on the official hat chair with a calm expression, and said indifferently: "I came today to give something to my father."

King Guangling looked curious and asked, "What is it?"

Chu Yan took out a booklet from his pocket and handed it to him. King Guangling took it over and saw that it was an account book.

He was puzzled, but when he opened it, he became more and more startled, his brows were furrowed, and his expression gradually became serious.

"Where did you get this ledger?" King Guangling asked.

Chu Yan said calmly: "I sent Wang Fu to a shop in the South Gate to buy pens and inks. He said he saw Mrs. Wang there, so I secretly sent someone to investigate, and I found this there."

King Guangling asked suspiciously, "Where is Wang Fu now?"

Chu Yan looked cold and said, "He's dead."

"The body was fished out of the lotus pond just the day before yesterday."

King Guangling leaned on the back of his chair. Although he has been fighting all the year round, he is by no means an impulsive and ignorant man. Since his son has said so, there must be something strange in it, but this is too unimaginable. Act rashly.

"I'll have to check this out."

Chu Yan didn't expect him to believe it right away, but said, "Father, you don't need to rush to check the mansion, you can check the shop at the south gate first."

King Guangling nodded, and said solemnly: "Tomorrow is the birthday of the sage, and I will thoroughly investigate and make a decision on this matter after the birthday is over."

Chu Yan hummed.

Seeing that it was late, King Guangling hurried out, "I have to go into the palace now, and I'll talk about it when I have anything to say."

Chu Yan stood up, quietly watching his back as he left quickly.

As soon as King Guangling left, Mrs. Wang was able to step in, and said softly, "Is your son free now?"

Chu Yan looked at her silently.

Mrs. Wang couldn't figure out what he was thinking, so she could only continue with a forced smile: "There may be a misunderstanding between the son and the concubine."

"The concubine is just a woman, her hands cannot be separated from the needle and thread, and her feet can't step out of the house. How can she have the courage to defy the prince."

"The concubine is also worried about the damage to the prince's reputation, so the method is a little too aggressive, and I hope the prince can't blame it."

Chu Yan's expressionless eyes fell on her face, and he said indifferently: "Madam, you don't need to explain to me."

After speaking, he was going to bypass Mrs. Wang and go out.

"Wait, son."

Mrs. Wang stopped him suddenly, with a gentle smile on her face, but her eyes were full of viciousness, "I don't know who that extraordinary young master in the Shiziyuan is. The prince happens to be free, so he must also want to see him."

Chu Yan heard the threat in her words, and there was a hint of disdain in her eyes.

A mere concubine, who somehow got the courage to ride on his own head.

He said calmly: "Madam has the leisure to care about him, why not care about my own situation."

After going out, Chongyang flew down from the eaves, and asked with a strange expression: "Why didn't you tell your father about Aunt Qiu?"

"Compared to me."

Chu Yan's eyes were deep, and he saw a bit of inconspicuous malice, and said coldly: "It's better to let Wang Chunyan say it herself."

Chongyang didn't understand what he meant, so he simply kept silent.

Chu Yan thought of something, and said again: "Tomorrow is the emperor's birthday, I want to go to the palace."

Chongyang knew what he wanted to say, and said, "Young Master Fu doesn't leave the residence on weekdays."

Chu Yan's face darkened, and he said coldly: "It's not him."

Chongyang was puzzled and asked, "Then who are you looking at?"

Chu Yan was silent for a while, and rarely had the time to explain: "Wang Chunyan didn't dare to blame me, so she could only find a way on other people, so as to blackmail me."

Chongyang asked strangely: "You have known Mr. Fu not long ago, why did Mrs. Wang use him to blackmail you?"

The veins on Chu Yan's forehead twitched, and he said gloomyly, "Who said it was him?"

Chongyang said suspiciously: "Who else can there be besides Mr. Fu?"

Chu Yan finally couldn't take it anymore, "Shut up!"

Chongyang: "...Oh."

Aunt Qiu leaned on the couch, looked at the person sitting next to her, and said with a hint of urgency, "Master Fu, is the fetus in my womb okay?"

Fu Shiyu withdrew his fingertips on her wrist, and said lightly, "No problem."

Aunt Qiu breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes apologetic, "Although the housekeeper found a doctor last night, he belongs to Mrs. Wang, so I don't feel at ease, so I want Mr. Fu to come and check my pulse again."

As if remembering something, she said gently: "My concubine is blind, I didn't recognize Mr. Fu as the doctor that night, and I hope Mr. Fu will forgive me."

"Auntie doesn't need to apologize, it's because I kept it a secret."

Mr. Fu got up and sat at the table of the Four Immortals, picked up a pen, and wrote the prescription seriously.

He is still not used to this kind of pen, and the words he writes are light and weak, and look crooked.

When Aunt Qiu saw his eyes downcast, his focused profile made people thump inexplicably, she turned her eyes away as if avoiding it, and asked softly, "How is Mr. Fu's injury?"

Fu Shiyu's brows were soothed, she couldn't see any pain or discomfort, and she said detachedly: "Thank you, Auntie, for remembering, the son invited a doctor last night, and he is much better now."

Aunt Qiu still had lingering fears at this moment, and said gratefully: "Thanks to Mr. Fu last night, I was able to keep my concubine and the child in my stomach."

Fu Shiyu put the pen on the pen holder, neither taking credit nor being humble, but simply stated the facts: "I just did what I should do, and my aunt should thank the prince."

His understatement summed up everything that happened last night, and at the same time secretly warned Aunt Qiu not to be rude.

Aunt Qiu heard the indifference and alienation in his words, and for some reason, there was a trace of unexplainable bitterness in her heart.

In fact, whether there is any serious problem with the fetus in her womb, the mother knows best, the reason why Fu Shiyu was invited to come here is actually because she is worried about his injury.

Afraid of being seen out, she deliberately asked a few questions about the fetus in her womb, but this person still saw it out.

It would be fine to ask a few questions on a daily basis, but now the two are alone, if they are known by outsiders, they will give their excuses for nothing. That's why Fu Shiyu advised Aunt Qiu subtly and euphemistically.

Aunt Qiu's smile was a little pale, "Mr. Fu said that when I meet my concubine, I will go to the prince's courtyard."

Fu Shiyu got up from the table and said softly: "Auntie, let's think about your own safety first. King Guangling has returned to the palace today."

"Why didn't anyone tell me!" Aunt Qiu's expression gradually stiffened, and she said: "Madam will definitely not let me go, and the prince will not trust me..."

She sat on the couch in a daze, unconsciously grabbed the quilt with both hands, and whispered: "What should I do..."

Fu Shiyu straightened his messy clothes without paying attention, he didn't want to get too involved in this matter.

Big in the court hall, small in the deep mansion, both are places where people are confused, and people lose their lives if they are not careful.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Aunt Qiu seemed to have reacted suddenly, quickly turned over from the couch, knelt on the ground pleadingly, and said in a humble tone: "Mr. Fu, although I shouldn't bother you, I really have nothing to do. "

Seeing that Fu Shiyu was still standing indifferently, Aunt Qiu suddenly kowtowed heavily to him and cried, "I beg you, Mr. Fu."

Fu Shiyu looked at the burning charcoal basin in the corner. The black charcoal inside was burning red, and crackling sparks burst out from time to time.

After a long time, he let out a long sigh.

"The person my aunt should ask for is the eldest son."

Aunt Qiu was taken aback, "But I don't know if my son is willing to help me..."

Fu Shiyu said coldly: "Your Majesty has already helped you, otherwise Auntie would have thought that you would still be alive until now."

Aunt Qiu's eyes were dazed, and after she realized it, she was overjoyed, "Master Fu, you mean that I don't need to worry too much?"

Fu Shiyu said slowly: "No."

"The son is helping my aunt now because you are still his chess piece. When this chess piece loses its effect, the son will not care about it anymore."

Aunt Qiu's eyes were dull, and she watched Fu Shiyu leave in a daze before she stood up from the ground and slumped on the round stool.

She was just about to pour a cup of tea to moisten her throat when she inadvertently glanced at the prescription left by Fu Shiyu.

Although the words on it are not as clear and straight as human beings, there is a trace of chic style between the lines.

After Aunt Qiu read the prescription carefully, her eyes gradually fixed on the bottom line.

"The only person who can save Auntie is you."

With deep meaning in her eyes, she murmured softly.