After the villain was scumbag, he was reborn

Hall of Honor and Harmony

When it was almost midnight, Feng Changxing hadn't rested yet, the room was lit with a lamp, and he was sitting behind the desk, flipping through the books slowly.

Nian Qiu was dressed in black, and quickly skimmed over the vermilion tiled roof, and flew into the hall like a ghost.

She knelt on one knee and saluted, "Join Your Highness."

Feng Changxing hummed, "The Taifu's reply came?"

"Yes."

Nian Qiu got up, took out a letter from his arms and handed it to the desk.

Thinking of something, she said with a blank expression, "Your Highness, there is one more thing."

Feng Changxing put down the books, took a sip of hot tea, and said lightly, "Speak."

Nian Qiu said: "Mu Yunchu has been secretly asking someone to buy some small items from outside the palace these days. His subordinates have asked the eunuch who bought them. In the past, she asked her to bring some jewelry and miscellaneous books, but in the past half a month, she has divided them several times Let me buy perilla, baicalin, Atractylodes macrocephala, and angelica, and my subordinates asked my mother, and she said..."

She paused for a moment before saying in a deep voice, "It's a prescription for anti-birth."

With no surprise on his face, Feng Changxing picked up the kraft paper seal on the desk and tore off the glued seal.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Nian Qiu said hesitantly: "Mu Yunchu is pregnant now, will it go according to the original plan?"

Feng Changxing took out the plain paper inside and slowly unfolded it.

The handwriting on it is fairly neat, much better than the previous ghost painting symbols.

Speaking of which, since he saw the Tai Tuo again, except for that face, his behavior and habits are quite different from before, and even his handwriting has nothing in common.

"Your Highness?"

Nian Qiu interrupted Feng Changxing's absent-mindedness, his eyes moved, and he looked at the letter paper in his hand again.

This time it was also brief, with only one sentence.

——Your Highness can't bear to kill her, and it's inconvenient for me to force her, but if you find out that she is pregnant later, Your Highness, please remember to kill her.

Feng Changxing's eyes softened, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

Who would have thought that such a slender and beautiful person could write such decisive and ruthless words.

"Hey…"

Hearing Fu Shiyu sigh again tonight, Chao Luo finally couldn't help asking: "What... what happened?"

Fu Shiyu played with the blue and white wine Gu in his hand, and said quietly: "I want to have a drink first?"

"I'm afraid I'll make a mistake if I drink it, and I'm afraid I won't be able to stand it if I don't drink it."

Chao Luo's eyes were ignorant, he didn't understand, and asked: "Wait...what will happen?"

Recently, her throat didn't hurt as much when she spoke, thanks to Fu Shiyu's weird medicinal soups, although the scar on her face didn't improve, but if you look closely, you will find that the color is a little lighter than before.

Fu Shiyu straightened his waist, put down the wine gu, and smiled at her gently, "You go back to the house first, otherwise the prince will see you later, and I'm afraid he will have to show a cold face for a while."

Chao Luo frowned and said hesitantly, "But...but what if those people come again..."

Fu Shiyu smiled reassuringly, "Don't worry, they dare not come again tonight."

"Besides."

With deep eyes, he said with a sigh: "Compared to them, I am more worried about the prince who will come back later."

Zhao Luo recalled Chu Yan's icy face, and couldn't help shivering, and anxiously took his hand, "Will...or...run..."

Fu Shiyu was amused by her, touched the top of her bumpy head, and said with a smile: "It doesn't have to be."

"there is always a solution to a problem."

As soon as the voice fell, the door was kicked open with a slamming kick.

Fu Shiyu raised his eyes and looked at the murderous figure walking in, his shoulders trembled slightly.

It seems that the soldiers are coming so fiercely tonight, and the water is so fierce that I can't stop it, and the soil is not enough, so I can't cover it up.

Chu Yan walked in with no expression on his face. There was no violent storm as imagined. All the emotions were hidden in those black eyes that could not see any ups and downs.

Fu Shiyu's heart seemed to be clenched by an invisible uneasiness. He did not forget the existence of Chao Luo, so he pretended to be relaxed and said with a smile: "You go out first."

Zhao Luo sensed that the atmosphere was not right, so he refused to get up from the stool for a long time.

Fu Shiyu leaned close to her ear and whispered, "It will be fine."

Hearing that there was nothing unusual in his tone, Chao Luo got up hesitantly. With a bit of vigilance in his eyes, he secretly glanced at Chu Yan, who was indifferent, and went out step by step, not forgetting the silent way when he left. Close the door for them.

When the arrow was on the string, Fu Shiyu calmed down.

He looked at the person standing not far away, and said with a smile, "My lord, I don't know why you came to my room so late?"

The silent Chu Yan let out a sneer, and asked, "What do you think?"

Fu Shiyu picked up the wine gu, and took a sip of the slightly spicy sweet wine unhurriedly, "If my son doesn't tell me, how would I know."

Chu Yan didn't answer, but walked forward with slow and heavy steps, and supported Fu Shiyu's chin with his cold palm blown by the wind, squinting his eyes slightly, "How do you want to die?"

His tone was very light, but there was danger and killing intent hidden in his words.

Fu Shiyu smiled unknowingly, and his peach blossom eyes seemed to be slightly drunk. He put his hand on Chu Yan's wrist casually, and said plaintively, "Is it okay if you don't die?"

A storm was brewing in Chu Yan's eyes. He bent down and looked directly at Fu Shiyu's face that showed no trace of fear or flaw.

"No."

The two light words are tempered with icy slag, mixed with an undeniable determination.

It was different from every time in the past, this person really wanted to kill tonight, and it was precisely because of this that Fu Shiyu's slippery lips couldn't utter a single word.

His pale red lips curled up slightly, and he said softly, "I'll make up for it, how about it?"

Chu Yan pinched his warm neck loosely with his palm, and with a little force, this slender and fragile throat could be broken.

"How to make up for it?"

Hearing that this person left him a chance to say a word, Fu Shiyu heaved a sigh of relief and continued: "Save the life of the prince."

His flat tone seemed to be discussing today's weather, and he couldn't hear how shocking these words would be.

Chu Yan snorted and said sarcastically, "Why do I need you to protect my life?"

Fu Shiyu said coldly: "Whether you believe it or not, if you kill me now, you will not live in the future."

Hearing his certainty, Chu Yan frowned, wondering if this person also had memories of his previous life.

He said without beginning or end: "Wolf Fang Valley."

Fu Shiyu looked dazed and asked, "What Spike Valley?"

As if remembering something bad from the past, Chu Yan's face darkened, and he continued: "The cave."

Fu Shiyu was silent for a while, then lowered his eyes, his cheeks blushed slightly, and asked blushingly, "What is your son implying to me?"

Chu Yan: "..."

He let go of Fu Shiyu's neck, and said indifferently: "If you want to survive, get out of the palace tomorrow."

Fu Shiyu hummed, "No."

Chu Yan glanced at him coolly, and said grimly, "I'm not asking for your opinion."

Fu Shiyu nodded again, and said softly, "I know."

"But I can't leave the palace."

Chu Yan sat down next to him, and his words were slightly irritated, "If you want to get your mind on me, I advise you to give up this idea as soon as possible."

He stared at Fu Shiyu with deep eyes, and said in a word: "I know you are from Feng Changxing."

There was no surprise in Fu Shiyu's eyes, as long as the crown prince took out that sketch tonight, there would be no need for him to stay by this person's side. Not only would his efforts be wasted, but his life might be in danger.

only…

He sighed inwardly.

When Chu Yan pinched his neck just now, he secretly took his pulse. The pulse was normal and stable, and there was no sign of terminal illness.

The original owner let him save his life, when exactly, and now he can't guess the original owner's purpose...

Could it be that if this person dies and the plot deviates, he can't go back to the real world?

Thinking of this, Fu Shiyu didn't dare to leave.

Seeing him sitting on the stool with a tangled expression, Chu Yan had complicated eyes.

——Is this person so unwilling to leave me?

Fu Shiyu came back to his senses, and asked inexplicably, "My lord, has anyone told your fortune?"

Chu Yan's eyes froze, and he didn't speak, wanting to see what tricks this man was up to.

Fu Shiyu approached slightly, and Chu Yan could smell the faint smell of medicine on his body, and he was slightly absent-minded.

"Doesn't it mean that someone is born to be the lone star of Tiansha, who is destined to die in many disasters?"

Chu Yan's face darkened, and he asked sullenly, "You cursed me?"

Fu Shiyu quickly waved his hands and explained, "Don't dare."

"I mean…"

He raised his head, and said with a serious expression: "Maybe I can really save Shizi's life in the future, after all, no one can say for sure."

Chu Yan looked at those dark eyes, and there seemed to be a subtle brilliance flowing from the bottom of the pupils. After a long time, just when Fu Shiyu thought he would agree, this man quickly looked away, "No need."

"You can stay if you want."

Fu Shiyu was surprised, he didn't expect this person to agree so easily, the next moment Chu Yan's deep and indifferent voice sounded again.

"After finishing dealing with the affairs of the palace, I plan to go to the border with my father."

Fu Shiyu was taken aback.

Chu Yan glanced at him and said calmly, "I lost this time, but it won't be the case next time. I hope you will."

"...you can live until I come back and take your head off with my own hands."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left Fu Shiyu's yard.

After seeing Chu Yan leave, Fu Shiyu thought deeply in his eyes, rubbed his index finger unconsciously on his chin, and murmured leisurely into the darkness, "Of course I will live."

——Because of the border, I have to go too.

two days ago

Fu Shiyu put on his underwear with difficulty, and looked at Chaoluo, whose pupils were shaking, "How do you know about this totem?"

Chao Luo didn't answer, as if caught in some painful memory, he clenched his fists and beat his head heavily.

Fu Shiyu stood up, stopped her self-harm, and said softly, "You don't need to force it."

"It's fine if you can't remember."

His voice pierced through the eardrums, and miraculously calmed Chao Luo down a little. After a long time, she clenched her fists and pounded on the table of the Four Immortals, her eyes shining like divine light.

"Gulzhai."

She spoke these three syllables fluently, except for her hoarse voice, she sounded no different from a normal person.

Fu Shiyu twitched his eyebrows and asked softly, "Where is this place?"

Chao Luo opened his mouth, and after a long time of recollection, he finally opened his mouth.

"...the border."

study

Chongyang looked at the person sitting behind the desk and asked, "How do you plan to deal with that person?"

Chu Yan was looking at the Avalokitesvara in silence, without raising his head, he said, "I will leave it to my father tomorrow."

"Oh."

Chongyang responded, and was about to go out when he remembered something and asked again: "Do you see the clue?"

Chu Yan shook his head with a condensed expression.

It looks like an ordinary map, the only thing special is that the places drawn are all at the border.

Speaking of the border, he suddenly thought that before Yan Chu led his troops to unify the countries, East Qin was just a small country close to the border. Could there be any connection?

Chu Yan asked in a deep voice: "When you went south with Yan Chu to conquer the border, where did you pass?"

Chongyang thought for a while and replied, "Too many, why are you asking this?"

Chu Yan scolded impatiently: "Say!"

Hearing that his tone was not good, Chongyang didn't say any more, and buried his head in deep thought, but his memory was too long, and he couldn't remember clearly, so he called out his names intermittently, "Fengxia Pass, Nanzhou City, Muzi Monument ..."

Chu Yan picked up the fine brush inserted in the pen holder, dipped it in the thick ink in the inkstone, Chongyang spit out a place name, and drew a stroke on the map.

"It doesn't seem to be there anymore."

Chongyang stopped talking uncertainly.

Chu Yan put the brush on the pen rest, straightened his waist, and quietly looked at the dozen or so places marked.

This is a line with no rules and a mess.

If it was him, he would choose to save time and troops, and lead his troops directly through the Lubao Valley to the small countries around the capital.

Yan Chu would naturally think, after all, this is the best way, so why did he go around so many places, after thinking about it, there are only two possibilities, one is that Yan Chu is crazy, and the other is that there is something in the Lubao Valley that makes him have to something to avoid.

Chu Yan asked coldly, "Where is Lubao Valley?"

Chongyang didn't have the slightest memory of this place, but when he heard these words suddenly, the depths of his soul seemed to tremble again.

He shook his head, "I don't know."

"But I heard from the general that there seems to be a stockade there."

Chu Yan's eyebrows twitched, and he said deeply, "Name."

Chongyang thought for a moment and said, "Gu'er Village."

Guerzhai…

Chu Yan's heart skipped a beat, and his thoughts suddenly flew wildly.

If I remember correctly.

——Shen Yanting once said in his previous life that he slipped up and mentioned that his birth mother's former address was in this place.