After the villain was scumbag, he was reborn

King Guangling called out in a deep voice, "The housekeeper."

The butler hurried forward, "Yes."

King Guangling glanced at Mrs. Wang who was restless next to her, and said lightly, "Go and search Mrs. Wang's yard."

Mrs. Wang's complexion changed slightly, and she said in disbelief, "My lord, do you doubt my concubine's status?"

The King of Guangling turned a deaf ear to it, stared at the butler who stood there dumbfounded, and shouted, "Hurry up!"

Mrs. Wang's eyes were aggrieved, she couldn't help covering her face and sobbing twice, choked up and said: "This time I misunderstood the prince, but I definitely don't have the guts to murder the prince's heir!"

King Guangling glanced at her, "Whether there is, we will make a conclusion later."

Mrs. Wang still wanted to speak, but seeing the gloomy expression on King Guangling's face, she didn't dare to speak rashly again.

The night annihilated human voices, the hall was silent, and the flickering candles cast long shadows on the wall.

After about a quarter of an hour, the steward led his men back, knelt down on the ground, and said, "Go back to your lord, there is nothing in your wife's room."

Mrs. Wang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the next moment the housekeeper's lack of confidence sounded again.

He presented a written prescription, "But I found this under the Yingchun couch."

"The servant just went to ask the imperial physician, and the imperial physician said that this is a prescription for abortion. It will not hurt if you take it in a small amount, but if you take it in large amounts..."

Yingchun's eyes were dazed, she knelt on the ground in panic, and cried, "This is not for slaves!"

"My lord! Ma'am! This prescription is really not from slaves!"

King Guangling took the prescription and looked at it. It was not complete, and a part of it was torn off. Although the handwriting was neat at first glance, there was a stiffness between the lines.

Chu Yan glanced at it inadvertently, and suddenly his heart skipped a beat, always feeling that the handwriting of this prescription seemed a little familiar.

Due to fighting all the year round, King Guangling's brows and eyes were rough and sharp, and the tiger's eyes glared, and the majestic coercion came out, and Yingchun, who was kneeling on the ground, shivered with fright.

He kicked Yingchun to the ground sharply, and said harshly: "Slave, how dare you have the guts! How dare you murder the heir of the royal family!"

"My lord, spare my life, my lord, spare my life!" Yingchun burst into tears, and hastily knocked her head a few times, the skin on her forehead was quickly broken, and scarlet blood oozes out.

She cried out in fear: "My lord, I really don't have any servants! This prescription is really not from my servants!"

After begging, Yingchun knelt forward and crawled a few steps forward, firmly grasping the corner of Mrs. Wang's skirt, and begged: "Madam, save me, please, you must know that slaves would not dare to act so boldly!"

Mrs. Wang sighed leisurely, and said without beginning or end: "Yingchun, murdering a royal heir is a felony, how can you be so confused."

"This time I can't protect you anymore."

Yingchun was dumbfounded, she looked at her dumbfounded, with crystal wet tear stains all over her face, she looked very pitiful.

Mrs. Wang turned a blind eye, brushed Yingchun's hand away with a gentle expression, looked at her downcast eyelashes with sinister eyes, and said softly: "Go and cast a baby, the concubines in your family will be taken care of by others." .”

Hearing the threat hidden in her words, a slightly mocking smile crossed Yingchun's sluggish face, she turned to King Guangling again, and lightly kowtowed in despair, "My lord."

"...The slave is guilty."

King Guangling didn't say any more, his tone sounded cold and heartless.

"Stand dead."

Two very light words, but it took a life.

Seeing Yingchun being pulled down, Mrs. Wang's hanging stone fell down, and she just raised her eyes, just in time to meet Guangling King's gaze.

Those eyes were calm and unwavering, and there was no trace of happiness or anger, but Mrs. Wang felt uneasy about being seen through everything. Her heart seemed to be clenched by an invisible hand. She hooked the corners of her mouth and shouted with a forced smile. , "My lord."

King Guangling did not respond, but looked at Chu Yan who was standing beside him, "Follow me."

Chu Yan nodded slowly and followed his footsteps.

The two walked to the back garden, where there were many flowers and trees, gurgling water, and the cold wind blowing against the treetops of the dragon melon locust tree.

King Guangling paused, looked at the lake made of rockery, and said indifferently, "How did your father do this time?"

Chu Yan was taken aback.

King Guangling laughed deeply, and after a few breaths, he stopped laughing and sighed helplessly.

"Actually, you don't need to work so hard. You just need to tell me the truth. As a father, there is no reason for you not to believe."

Chu Yan lowered his eyes and remained silent.

King Guangling continued: "As a father in this world, you are the only one who can be trusted. A mere concubine is nothing."

"It's just that I have thought about her love for you in these years, that's why I'm accommodating. If you don't like it, just find a day for your father and leave."

Chu Yan said flatly, "You know all about it."

King Guangling sighed and said, "Although I have dealt with men all the year round, I still understand the messy things in the backyard."

"It is precisely because of this that I don't want to go back to the house, so as not to add to the trouble."

Hearing this, there was a trace of anger in Chu Yan's eyes, King Guangling noticed it keenly, and said with a smile: "I know that you have been blaming me all these years because of your mother's death."

"But it's been so many years, between us father and son, shouldn't we also let go of our knots?"

Chu Yan didn't speak, but his eyes were deep. After a long time, he murmured unconsciously, "Did Father ever think that Aunt Yan was wronged?"

King Guangling's face changed slightly, and he said angrily, "Then why is she unwilling to justify a word?"

Chu Yan said coldly, "Maybe it's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't."

"Father, check the shop I mentioned, it may have the answer you want."

King Guangling looked at the reflection of the bright moon in the lake. The bright moonlight shrouded the quiet scenery, and everything seemed unreal.

Seeing his silence, Chu Yan turned his eyes away and said meaningfully: "The only person you love is Aunt Yan, and my mother and I both know it."

King Guangling was startled, and said with a smile, "Why do you say that?"

Chu Yan didn't answer, and walked towards the courtyard with his hands behind his back. The moment he passed by King Guangling, he suddenly said something indistinctly, with a soft ending that seemed to be scattered in the dark night.

"...You really think I don't know why Chu Dongge is so close to Aunt Qiu."

The icy moonlight shone on King Guangling's astonished face. After a long time, he came back to his senses and slowly took out a purse that had faded with age from his bosom. The embroidery of the mandarin ducks was broken and fell off.

Fu Shiyu sat lazily by the window, resting his chin casually with his palms, and his wide sleeves fell between his elbows, revealing a white and smooth arm.

He looked into the courtyard inadvertently, and saw Chu Yan walking in with no expression on his face.

The eyes of the two met, and there seemed to be an inexplicable hotness in the air.

Chu Yan took the lead to look back and was about to go back to the room.

Fu Shiyu took the initiative to ask: "Is it over?"

Chu Yan raised his eyes and quietly looked at his smiling face.

"You wrote the prescription."

The statement he used clearly confirmed the facts.

Fu Shiyu didn't really intend to hide it, so he raised his eyebrows lightly, noncommittal.

Chu Yan sneered in his heart, turned around and walked to the Louhua Gate, Fu Shiyu's flat voice sounded behind him.

"My lord, the moon is really round."

Chu Yan snorted coldly in his heart, and couldn't help but look up.

A crescent moon hung on the dark night, with a few morning stars scattered around the edge.

He cursed something wrong in a low voice, turned and entered the house.

Chao Luo behind him asked strangely: "No...it's not...round?"

Fu Shiyu smiled, and murmured softly: "I still have the mood to look up, it looks like I'm all right."

Zhao Luo was confused, but he was relieved to hear that he was fine.

Fu Shiyu stood up from the chair, "Go to sleep."

Chao Luo nodded, seeing a mess of footsteps outside, she was puzzled, recently she talked a lot, accompanied by novelty and confusion about this world, so there are always endless questions to ask.

Fu Shiyu answered seriously every time, but Chaoluo often couldn't understand.

Like now.

Chao Luo asked: "This...so late...who is outside...?"

Fu Shiyu closed the doors and windows, and the moonlight shone on his face through the gaps in the windows, and a subtle luster flashed in the depths of his dark pupils.

The high wall leads deep to the quiet path, the willows are drooping, and the bones are piled up.

He smiled, "Ghost."

"...A ghost who can walk."

Chao Luo was completely puzzled, and walked out of Fu Shiyu's room with distressed eyes.

next day

Sui Qing.No.40 Years

On the birthday of the Holy One, the walls of the palace are covered with colorful lights, the red lanterns on the nine-curved corridor are illuminated into long dragons, all officials are dressed up and crowned, and countless luxurious carriages drive across the blue stone road and stop in front of the solemn palace gate.

The hall with carved beams and painted pillars is singing and dancing, the floor tiles made of marble reflect the bright lights, the feast like flowing water is full of delicacies, and the delicate and charming dancers in the hall are dancing with their sleeves, and the melodious sound of silk and bamboo echoes. The sorghum in the main hall.

Emperor Sui Qing sits on a high dragon chair, Concubine Rong sits on the lower right side, and Concubine Xian sits on the other side.

She is the mother and concubine of the third prince. She doesn't like to be lively on weekdays and lives in a simple place. She is only seen on the birthday of the Holy One and major festivals.

Xu time has come, and all the officials kowtowed and congratulated in unison: "Long live your majesty, long live long live, long live your majesty, I wish your majesty good health and prosperity!"

Emperor Qing of the Sui Dynasty swept his eyes to the ministers below, and said in a deep voice: "Everyone loves you flat."

After the ministers were seated, the crown prince and several princes also came forward to congratulate him on his birthday, "My son respectfully wishes the father and emperor the dragon body to be in good health and live a long life like heaven."

Emperor Sui Qing waved his hand, "Be flat."

"Although today is my birthday feast, there is no need to be overly cautious, just treat it as an ordinary family feast."

There were more than half of the officials at the dinner party, and they were basically courtiers who were close to Emperor Sui Qing, concubines, several princes and princesses in the harem.

Chu Yan sat beside King Guangling, casually playing with the luminous cup in his hand, and his gaze fell on Feng Changxing vaguely.

He was sitting under Concubine Rong, he didn't wear the old robe today, he was wearing a dark red brocade robe with a round collar, his hair was tied with a gold crown, and a white jade belt was tied around his waist.

After all, on such an occasion, if the crown prince of a country wears too shabby clothes, he may be criticized by others, so the servants in the palace dare not underestimate him, and are well prepared from head to toe.

Xu Shi noticed his gaze, and Feng Changxing turned his head slightly, and took a look calmly.

Chu Yan didn't dodge or hide, and met his gaze calmly. The two of them looked at each other, and Feng Changxing faintly saw a trace of killing intent in his dark eyes.

"what happened?"

King Guangling noticed his strangeness and asked with a strange expression.

Chu Yan withdrew his gaze and shook his head coldly.

After the ministers finished presenting their birthday gifts, King Guangling also got up, walked around the short case and stepped forward.

After arching his hands and finishing his congratulatory speech, he took out a long wooden box inlaid with gold and strokes, "This is what the last general brought back from the Huns' barracks. It is said that this object came from the West, and it can be seen thousands of miles away. They called it Telescope."

Emperor Sui Qing became interested and cast a glance at Mr. Li next to him.

Manager Li bowed his waist to take it and presented it up.

Emperor Sui Qing opened it and found that it contained a bamboo cylinder, about three inches long, thin at the top and thick at the bottom, with a strange shape.

He smiled and asked, "How?"

King Guangling replied: "Go back to the emperor, just look up at the narrow end."

There was a bit of interest in everyone's eyes, and they looked at the bamboo tube in the wooden box intently. '

Emperor Sui Qing picked it up and put it on his right eye to look out, only to find that there was a small mirror on the wide end.

Concubine Rong Gui couldn't help but asked curiously: "How is Your Majesty, can you see it?"

Emperor Sui Qing looked around, and the cylinder suddenly faced the minister sitting ten feet away. After a long silence, he suddenly said in an unclear way: "Wang Shangshu, face."

Shocked in the eyes of the Minister of Rites, he stretched out his hand to touch left and right, and found that a grain of rice was stuck on it at some point.

He knelt on the ground with a terrified expression, "Your servant deserves to die."

There was an uproar among the people in the hall, and they couldn't help but look at the ugly bamboo tube in shock. '

The concubine and the prince also poked their heads slightly, with novelty in their eyes.

Emperor Qing of the Sui Dynasty laughed loudly, put the binoculars back into the wooden box, glanced at King Guangling with satisfaction, and said in a deep voice, "I really like this thing."

"But Beiqing, you have made great contributions to Daqing many times. I really don't know what to reward. Why don't you tell me what reward you want."

King Guangling clasped his hands and said, "Your Majesty does not need to reward you. It is the duty of the last general to defend Daqing's rivers and mountains."

Emperor Sui Qing smiled, "The reward is still there, let me think about it first."

"Why don't you give Guangling Shizi a marriage?"

Both King Guangling and Chu Yan were stunned. After realizing it, King Guangling immediately saluted and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Chu Yan lowered his eyes indifferently, and sat behind the case isolated from the world.

When the officials below heard this, thousands of thoughts suddenly arose in their hearts.

The king of Guangling holds the military power, so the marriage of the son of Guangling is naturally the top priority. Although the ministers are undercurrents, they dare not act rashly on the surface. Therefore, the marriage of the son of Guangling has not been moved in these years, but I don’t know why Emperor Qing of Sui made such a move. It will be brought up at the birthday banquet next time.

Emperor Sui Qing looked at Chu Yan who was sitting upright, and asked with a smile, "Does my nephew have a favorite candidate?"

All the ministers, concubines and princes all had strange eyes. Chu Yan walked out from behind the case with a blank face, bowed his body and said: "Let the emperor decide."

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