After the villain was scumbag, he was reborn

He Sheng's eyes moved slightly, and King Guangling's fierce gaze swept over him suddenly, and said in a gloomy tone, "What did you just say?"

Mrs. Wang knelt down on the ground in panic, her eyes were red, and she looked very embarrassed.

Chu Yan didn't seem to hear King Guangling's questioning while restraining his anger, looked at He Sheng with a calm face, and said flatly: "I remember your face."

This was actually a lie, he fell off the cliff before he had time to see He Sheng's face that night, remembering that He Sheng's face was not his own, but Chu Dongge who was secretly locked in the room by He Sheng back then.

After the death of his father in the previous life, He Sheng came to Guangling Palace secretly to look for the Wang family. He was accidentally bumped into by Chu Dongge. Chu Dongge, who was about to reach his age, recognized his eyes, but he was afraid of being killed, so he went to tell him first. Fu Shiyu.

Fu Shiyu sent people to investigate the shop at the south gate, and found that He Sheng was a prisoner who had defected more than ten years ago. When he was hunted down, he happened to be rescued by Wang.

Chu Yan said expressionlessly: "You wanted to kill me back then, but you didn't expect me to accidentally fall off the cliff. Seeing me return to the palace, you started to help Mrs. Wang find the prescription again."

"Back then, the prescription was clearly tonic, but if you drink it again, you will not be nourished in a few years, and you will die early and have a short life."

King Guangling knew these secrets for the first time, his pupils dilated, and he couldn't believe that the Wang family dared to do so many tricks without telling him.

Chu Yan=Looking at Chu Dongge who was kneeling on the ground in a blink of an eye, he said coldly, "Back then you were afraid that things would be revealed, so you tied up Chu Dongge so that you could blackmail Aunt Yan to take the blame."

Mrs. Wang roared with disheveled hair: "Nonsense!"

"What evidence do you have!"

"Want evidence?" Chu Yan sneered, with disdain in his eyes, and said gloomily, "If you search the shop at the South Gate, you may find quite a few."

Mrs. Wang's eyes froze, and she murmured in disbelief, "Impossible, you can't know!"

Chu Dongge asked curiously from the side: "Know what?"

Chu Yan didn't answer, just looked at He Sheng, and said quietly: "My aunt who has been missing for these years, I don't know if it's safe to live in your place?"

He Sheng's complexion remained unchanged, his brows were slightly frowned, "When did you find out?"

Chu Yan didn't answer, but only sneered and said, "If you want people not to know, you have to do it yourself."

The moment the words fell, He Sheng, who didn't know when to untie the hemp rope, jumped up from the ground, his thin body was like a roaring tiger, and he reached out to grab Chu Yan's throat.

No one expected this turn of events, King Guangling reacted very quickly, flew up with his eyes tearing apart, and shouted angrily: "Get out of the way!"

Seeing that Chu Yan didn't hide, He Sheng's palm was full of inner strength, and he was about to slap him directly in the face.

When turning his wrist, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the man on the opposite side smiling with his lips curled up, and there was no panic in his eyes.

Chu Yan seldom smiles, and when he laughs, he always sneers, with cold sarcasm and arrogance mixed in.It has never been like this before, like the spring snow that melted in the thick winter, pulling out a complete smiling face, a glimmer of light flashed in the dark eyes, but the inside was as cold as the thick ice accumulated in the water.

A bad premonition suddenly rose in He Sheng's heart. The palm wind brushed over Chu Yan's long hair at the temples, and seeing that it was about to fall on his eyebrows, a heart-piercing pain suddenly came from his waist and abdomen.

He looked down and found that Chu Yan raised his long sword horizontally without hesitation, and swung it down without hesitation. Spilled on Chu Yan's black brocade robe.

He Sheng's eyes widened, his throat made a strange noise, and before he could utter a word, he fell to the ground on his back.

Chu Dongge looked at the half-cut corpse on the ground, and was so frightened by the bloody scene that he burst into tears.

The blood slid along the snow-white sharp blade to the tip of the sword, and the mirror-like sword reflected the pale faces of Mrs. Wang and Chu Han.

King Guangling looked down at the bloody corpse on the ground, his eyes were thoughtful, complicated and unspeakable.

Unhurriedly, Chu Yan wiped the blood off his chin and neck with a brocade handkerchief, casually threw away the sword in his hand, left the crowd with different expressions, and strode out of the ancestral hall.

There was a mass of air rushing desperately in his heart, and all the emotions were mixed in his chest. The passing housekeeper saw his terrifying expression and hid in the bushes next to him in fright.

Chu Yan walked through the curved corridor without seeing it, and the carved lanterns hanging on the beams were slightly swayed by the wind.

Late at night, the moon disk hangs, and the silver brilliance is like a layer of hoarfrost on the ground.

Walking quickly to the courtyard, Chu Yan finally squatted down.

He Sheng died.

He finally realized this fact, and the depression accumulated in his chest dissipated in the bleak autumn night.

Not long after King Guangling died on the battlefield in the previous life, Chu Dongge discovered that He Sheng came to find Mrs. Wang, and Chu Yan was busy with the funeral affairs, so she could only ask Fu Shiyu, who was closest to her in daily life.

On the night of King Guangling's burial, Fu Shiyu designed He Sheng to throw himself into a trap. After knowing the truth of what happened back then, Chu Yan got rid of Mrs. Wang and Chu Han, but He Sheng escaped with his life.

Later when Chu Yan went to the battlefield, He Sheng changed his face and defected to the military camp, killed his father's cronies, disguised himself as his face, and stayed by his side all the time, ready to seek revenge on Fu Shiyu.

After lurking for almost a year, I finally got my chance.

Just after winning the battle that day, the campfire was full of campfires, and the general was drunk. He Sheng helped the slightly drunk Fu Shiyu back to the tent. While there was no one around, he took out a dagger that had been tempered with three stones, and was about to stab him in the throat. .

Fu Shiyu noticed it a little, and opened his eyes suddenly, but the dagger in He Sheng's hand was already approaching his throat, and he was doomed.

Fortunately, when Chu Yan came out to sober up, he happened to see this scene.

Before he could react in his mind, he took a step forward and flew forward. At the very moment, he grabbed Fu Shiyu by the back collar and dragged him into his arms.

The dagger turned and flew towards Chu Yan's eyebrows. He took a step back without dodging or dodging, and slammed a palm against the dagger. The sharp blade pierced through the palm, and then the majestic internal force roared out from the right palm. He hit He Sheng's chest.

The palm directly shattered He Sheng's heart, and he died on the spot, but Chu Yan was also poisoned by the poison and became unconscious.

Fu Shiyu went to the extremely cold valley alone to ask for medicine, but unfortunately he couldn't find the medicine in the end, but the cold ate away at his meridians and became a useless person.

In the end, he was able to save his life by relying on the Snow Lotus Pill left by Shen Yanting's mother.

In this life, he took the lead in getting rid of He Sheng, blocking the beginning of everything.

Chu Yan let out a breath of turbid air containing white mist.

It's really over.

This time, he and Fu Shiyu had nothing to do with each other again, so he could go to the border with peace of mind, but...

Chu Yan touched his chest, and it didn't feel as good as he imagined. While relaxing, he felt empty, as if he had lost something important.

Mrs. Wang was given a white silk, and King Guangling, who was wearing a green hat, wanted to kill Chu Han, but after confessing with blood, he found that Chu Han was indeed his own.

Because of this, Chu Han regained his life, and was temporarily locked up in the ancestral hall by the King of Guangling, and will be escorted to Zhuangzi in Huangzhou on another day. The place is not like the capital, the terrain is remote, and the conditions are difficult. After three full days, King Guangling finally boarded the carriage to Huangzhou.

Royal Garden

At the corner of a remote rockery, Mu Yun was weeping with pear blossoms in the rain, knelt on the ground, and tugged on Feng Yetang's clothes beggingly with both hands.

"Your Highness Sixth, you can't just abandon me because your servant is pregnant!"

Feng Yetang was recently neglected by his father, and Chu Yan didn't reply to his letters. He was already upset, but when he suddenly learned that Mu Yunchu was pregnant, his irritability and panic were all intertwined in his chest, and he bowed his head. Looking at Mu Yunchu's weeping face, he said coldly: "I've only been happy with you two or three times, how can I confirm that the fetus in your womb is mine?"

Mu Yunchu didn't expect that he would not admit it, his eyes were dull, and he said: "Your Highness, this servant has only had sex with His Highness, if you don't admit it, this servant can only make trouble with the imperial concubine and empress."

Hearing this, Feng Yetang's face sank, and he said dangerously: "You dare to threaten me?"

Mu Yunchu's face was so frightened that all blood disappeared, and he hurriedly kowtowed and said, "Your Highness, slaves don't dare, slaves don't dare."

"But if someone finds out that the slave is pregnant, then the slave will not be able to survive. I beg Your Highness to accept the slave."

With disdain in Feng Yetang's eyes, he sneered and said, "You are a little court lady, and you still want the prince to accept you?"

"If you want to blame it, I blame you for being watery. If you want to survive, I will send someone to prepare a prescription for you to slip the fetus. If you obediently slip the fetus in your womb, the prince will still miss the old love in the future, and I will pamper you for a few nights when I have time." .”

"how?"

Mu Yunchu looked stupid, and sat slumped on the cold ground.

The most is the ruthless emperor's family, this is really true.

She could have assisted the prince wholeheartedly, but she did not expect to be fooled by the sixth prince's rhetoric.

Thinking of the waste empress who told her to take good care of the prince before she died, Mu Yunchu couldn't help crying, how could she have the face to meet her empress in the underworld.

Seeing her silent, Feng Yetang sneered in his heart, this kind of woman is much more self-evident, with a humble background, she tries to use her child to reach the sky in one step.

It's just wishful thinking, which makes people laugh and cry.

Realizing that he had been out for a long time, Feng Yetang urged impatiently, "Tell me! Did the fetus in your womb stay or did it slip?"

Mu Yunchu looked at the person who was usually warm and affectionate, and in the blink of an eye, she changed into an unfamiliar face. She laughed at herself bitterly, and the tears on her face were full of sarcasm.

"Slip it off."

These three words seemed to have drained all of her strength, and Mu Yunchu knelt on the ground in despair, like a puppet without a string.

With joy in Feng Yetang's eyes, he hastily helped Mu Yunchu up from the ground, gently held her face in his hands, and said affectionately: "Yunchu, you are indeed a generalist, don't worry, when this prince ascends the throne, you will definitely Let the concubine accept you as a concubine."

Mu Yunchu was neither sad nor happy, her face showed no reaction, and she let Feng Yetang kiss and touch her body. After a long time, she suddenly whispered in Feng Yetang's ear: "Your Highness, if you never become a king for the rest of your life, Woolen cloth?"

Feng Yetang's face darkened, and he said coldly: "Why do you say such unlucky things!"

"Let me tell you, this prince will definitely ascend to the throne! Daqing will definitely be mine!"

"is it?"

A voice of hidden anger pierced through the sky, piercing the night sky like thunder on the ground, causing Feng Yetang's face to change suddenly in fright, and he stood stiffly on the spot.

Wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, Emperor Qing of Sui came out from behind the rockery, with a gloomy expression, and asked coldly: "I still have a few years to live, how can the country of Daqing get your turn?"

Feng Yetang knelt heavily on the ground with a thud, and begged for mercy with a pale face: "I didn't mean that, I just said things indiscriminately for a while."

"Father, you trust me, I have absolutely no intention of seeking power and usurping the throne, it's just that I didn't wake up just now, my mind was dizzy, and I said wrong nonsense."

Emperor Qing of the Sui Dynasty hadn't been convicted of the crime yet, so he decided on himself first when he said that he was seeking power and usurping the throne.

"You!"

Emperor Qing of the Sui Dynasty looked into the dark depths where the five fingers could not be seen, and the dense flowers and trees looked like ghostly shadows. After a long time, he sighed: "I have been spoiled too much by your mother and concubine. Go to Jingzhou and reflect on it."

Feng Yetang knelt on the ground with a dazed expression, he couldn't help but wake up, and finally realized that his father was going to send him to the fiefdom, so he knelt and climbed up crying, begging: "Father, Erchen still wants to accompany you more!"

Emperor Sui Qing didn't speak, just looked at him silently for a while, and finally kicked him away mercilessly, and strode away with his sleeves thrown.

Mu Yun, who was kneeling not far away, also got up from the ground after seeing Emperor Sui Qing leave. Looking at Feng Yetang, who was kneeling not far away, a frenzy of pleasure quickly flashed across her face, and she returned quietly. Hall of Honor and Harmony.

The study room was still lit, and the flickering candlelight flickered on and off. Feng Changxing was sitting at the table with a calm expression, brewing fragrant hot tea.

Mu Yunchu opened the door and came in, knelt on the ground with tears in his eyes, kowtowed lightly, "Your Highness, this slave has led His Highness Six to the Imperial Garden as you ordered."

"The emperor said that the Sixth Highness will be sent to fief the land in another day."

Feng Changxing slightly raised the corners of his lips, "Then you pack your things tonight, and I will arrange to send you out of the palace tomorrow."

Mu Yunchu's face froze, he lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Now that the prince has regained power, Mu Yunchu weighed the pros and cons and decided to submit to the prince again. Maybe the prince will consider his previous friendship and make himself a concubine and half concubine. After all, she is special to the prince.

Thinking about this point, Mu Yunchu looked sad, and said with a sob: "Your Highness, it's all because I was deceived by lard in the past. I don't want this child. From now on, I just want to serve Your Highness wholeheartedly."

"Just... I just beg Your Highness not to despise slaves."

Feng Changxing's eyebrows were gentle, he picked up the delicate small teapot, a trickle flowed into the tea gu along the spout, and wisps of misty hot smoke floated up.

After slowly pouring a cup of tea, he smiled lightly and said, "How could I despise you."

"After all, since childhood, only you have been with me."

As if he didn't expect him to say that, Mu Yunchu's eyes were full of regret, and he couldn't help sobbing softly, "Your Highness, this servant really knows I was wrong."

Feng Changxing got up from the chair, walked around the case, walked up to her, and under Mu Yunchu's suspicious gaze, he reached out to help her up from the ground.

He said with a big smile: "There is no need to mention the past."

Mu Yunchu raised his hand to wipe away his tears, and said with a smile through his tears: "Thank you, Your Highness."

Feng Changxing slightly hooked the corners of his lips, "Since you want to stay, the child in your stomach..."

He hesitated to speak, but Mu Yunchu already understood, and bowed to salute, "I've prepared a few medicines for tire slipping, and it's ready to drink tomorrow."

Feng Changxing picked up the Gu cup filled with tea on the desk, and handed it to her, the slightly rippling tea reflected Mu Yunchu's surprised face.

As if seeing her astonishment, Feng Changxing explained gently, "Aren't you trying to slip a tire? I'll help you."

Mu Yunchu stared at his smiling face, feeling a tinge of fear in her heart, just about to speak, Feng Changxing interrupted her, and the smile in her eyes grew even bigger.

"You do not trust me?"

"how come."

Mu Yunchu immediately vetoed it, and took the tea gu with trembling fingertips. Seeing Feng Changxing's unremarkable face, she hesitated for a long time, and finally made up her mind, raised her head and drank it.

"Your Highness, is this alright?"

Mu Yunchu's face was slightly pale, and his eyes were full of hope.

Feng Changxing nodded with a smile, and said in a deep tone, "That's it."

Mu Yunchu heaved a sigh of relief, and before he could speak, a heart-piercing pain suddenly came from his stomach, the tea gu slipped from Mu Yunchu's hand, and made a shattering sound at his feet.

"Your Highness, you..."

Mu Yunchu's eyes widened in disbelief, he covered his stomach in pain, and fell to the ground with his knees sore.

"No, Your Highness, save this slave."

She lay lying on the ground, beggingly grabbed Feng Changxing's clothes, and cried hoarsely: "Your Highness, save this servant, this servant does not want to die."

"Don't you love the servant the most? Your Highness, please save the servant, please."

Feng Changxing didn't speak, and seemed to sigh very lightly. After a long time, he smiled and said, "What are you?"

Mu Yunchu, who was begging bitterly, stopped crying, raised his face mixed with tears, and looked at him blankly.

Feng Changxing lowered his eyes condescendingly, and under Mu Yunchu's dull gaze, he paused every word and said with a cruel tone: "It's just a whore with ten thousand riders."

After speaking, he went to the door without looking back.

Mu Yunchu was dumbfounded, and looked at Feng Changxing's back in shock. The cramping pain in her lower abdomen and chest became more and more obvious. She lowered her head slightly and looked at a large scarlet thick bloodstain printed on the peach-colored skirt.

"Your Highness! You are so cruel!"

Hearing Mu Yunchu's hoarse cry from inside the room, Feng Changxing ignored him and left the study. When he came out and saw Xiao Chunzi who was guarding the door, he said indifferently, "The corpse will be dealt with later."

Xiao Chunzi immediately responded, and secretly glanced at the expressionless Feng Changxing, and couldn't help shivering.

"Fengtian Chengyun Emperor, the edict said, Su Dongshan, the prefect of Yangzhou, embezzled officials and banks, concealed the epidemic situation, deceived the emperor, and repeatedly violated the king's laws. Now he has been found out. He is heinous. He deserves to be punished. Slash all the families, this is it!"

Yangzhou Taishou's embezzlement case involved many officials, all of whom held important positions. Even King Guangling was implicated and fined a year's salary.

But this time it was Zuo Xiang's family that was hit hard this time. Zuo Xiang was dismissed and returned to his hometown for retirement, Concubine Rong Gui was demoted to the position of concubine, and the sixth prince Feng Yetang was also given a fiefdom. Without an imperial edict, he was not allowed to enter Beijing.

In this invisible battle, no one expected that Feng Changxing would become the biggest winner. Not only did he start to manage the Yangzhou water canal, but even the stern and selfless right minister praised him a lot.

Seeing the wind, the court officials began to approach the prince proactively to show their favor, but they were blocked by the prince's indifferent attitude one by one.

Of course, this move was for Emperor Qing of the Sui Dynasty. He was the most jealous of someone trying to covet power and covet the throne. Fu Shiyu wrote in a letter saying that it is not appropriate to get close to the ministers now. He only needs to deal with the Yangzhou water canal. At that time, the emperor is worried that people will criticize him. It's hard not to be rewarded.

Feng Changxing now obeys Fu Shiyu's words, basically doing what he says, and never saying anything else.

The third prince, Feng Hanxiao, was completely silent, eating fast and worshiping Buddha with his concubine all day long, not caring about world affairs.

This case has been going on for more than half a month, and it finally subsided completely. King Guangling started to change the blood of the palace. A large number of servants in the palace were dispersed. Aunt Qiu begged to stay.

The prescription found in the Yingchun House last time was actually given by Aunt Qiu to the housekeeper in advance. The housekeeper who was helping Mrs. Wang knew that the prince would not let him go after the matter was over, so she secretly asked Aunt Qiu for help. , Frame Yingchun as a way to make up for it.

After King Guangling left, Aunt Qiu took care of the affairs of the palace for the time being. Chu Dongge's mother's tablet entered the ancestral hall of the palace.

King Guangling led his troops to the Nanmen Shop and found three skeletons in the courtyard. From the clothes and accessories on their bodies, it was confirmed that they were the aunts who had disappeared in the past ten years.

The matter finally came to an end, and the continuous cloudy weather in the capital finally showed a bright sunny day.

Sui Qing No. 40 Years Mid-Autumn Festival

It’s a rare festive season, it’s very lively, people from all walks of life gather, the white jade plate is hanging high, and the bright moonlight reflects the white walls and black tiles. Looking from a distance, the eight streets and nine streets are decorated with lights and streamers, which is really a prosperous scene.

It was the first time for Chaoluo to celebrate the festival. Since the morning, he has watched the servants rushing in and out of the palace in novelty. Of course, the King of Guangling and the Prince of Guangling were busy with their work early in the morning.

Chu Yan's courtyard was always crowded with few people, Fu Shiyu was happy and quiet, lying lazily on the rattan chair, a plate of peach kernel mooncakes and a few plates of exquisite worries were placed on the stone table next to him, and the sweet-scented osmanthus wine sent by Aunt Qiu drank almost half a pot , he was a little dizzy in his head, his eyelids were slightly closed, his brows were soothed and calm, and he looked very comfortable and at ease.

"Brother Shiyu!"

Chu Dongge, who had changed into a pink new dress, ran in from outside the courtyard, his thick carrot-like legs were walking very fast, and he ran up to him in a blink of an eye.

Fu Shiyu, who was slightly drunk, turned his head slightly and looked at her with a smile. The corners of his eyes were red and looked like they were stained with rouge. Chu Dongge was not in the mood to eat the snacks on the stone table, and stared straight at his face, swallowing fiercely.

"Brother Shi... Shiyu..."

Chu Dongge twisted his body in embarrassment, and shouted timidly.

Fu Shiyu stood up slightly and asked, "What's wrong?"

Chu Dongge lowered his head, twisted the corners of his clothes in front of his chubby little hands, and said in a low voice, "I want to invite you to accompany me to the lantern festival on the street."

"Lantern Festival?" Fu Shiyu actually didn't really want to go, there were so many people on the street, he didn't like to join in the fun, but seeing Chu Dongge's expectant look, he really couldn't bear to refuse.

Chu Dongge blinked, "Is that okay? Brother Shi Yu."

"Yes, yes." Fu Shiyu reluctantly agreed, thinking of something, and asked again: "Aren't you going to tell the prince?"

"Daddy and Second Brother are busy discussing things with those people, I'll ask Xiaotang to accompany them."

Xiaotang is Chu Dongge's maid. Last time Aunt Qiu and Chu Dongge drove away in a carriage, she was afraid of being beaten and scolded by Mrs. Wang, so she secretly hid at home. It was not until two days ago that Chu Dongge called her back.

Chu Dongge frowned when he saw that he hadn't spoken for a long time, and said with a smothered voice, "If brother Shi Yu doesn't want to, then forget it."

"Xiaotang and I will go by ourselves."

Fu Shiyu caught a glimpse of the embarrassment in her eyes, and couldn't help laughing. Just about to get up from the rattan chair, he saw Chao Luo walking in.

She squatted outside all day today, and finally she was willing to go back to the hospital.

"Sister Chaoluo!"

Seeing Chao Luo, who was covered tightly all over his body, come in, Chu Dongge immediately invited sweetly: "Would you like to go to the Lantern Festival with us?"

There was both curiosity and doubt in Chao Luo's eyes, "What... what is a lantern festival?"

Chu Dongge snapped his fingers, and described with difficulty, "There are rabbit lamps, carp lamps, Baihuajiaozi..."

After talking for a long time, without giving a general idea, she simply said lazily: "Anyway, there are many lights and delicious food."

Chao Luo was obviously interested, but worried that he would miss something if he went out, so he carefully glanced at Fu Shiyu who was sitting on the wicker chair.

Fu Shiyu understood what she was thinking. He had been in the palace for so long, and Chao Luo had never gone out. It was a rare opportunity. He thought for a moment, then nodded lightly, "Go."

Chao Luo was overjoyed, and his hands hidden in his wide sleeves clenched into fists.

Seeing Fu Shiyu lying back lazily again, Chu Dongge couldn't help asking discouragedly, "Brother Shiyu isn't going?"

Fu Shiyu smiled, "It's enough for sister Chaoluo to accompany you, don't lose her."

"Will not!"

Chu Dongge bent two crescent moons, seeing that Fu Shiyu really didn't want to go, no matter how disappointed she was, she couldn't resist the playful nature of children, turned around and hugged Chaoluo's thin waist, raised her head and said coquettishly: "Sister Chaoluo hug!"

Chaoluo was the only person in the palace who was willing to hug and move Chu Dongge. She bent down and hugged Chu Dongge in her arms, and then said to Fu Shiyu who was sitting on the rattan chair: "Then... let's go..."

"En." Fu Shiyu raised the corner of his mouth, and gently instructed: "Be careful."

He pointed to his face, Zhao Luo knew it in his heart, and said hello earnestly in his eyes.

After they left, Fu Shiyu yelled to the night, "Brother Chongyang."

"Please go and follow them."

Chongyang, who was sitting on the roof and watching the moon alone, sighed, thinking to himself that the leader of the ghost cavalry army is not only reduced to someone else's follower, but also being ordered by other irrelevant people at will.

This... what a shame!

That's what he said, but Chongyang still obediently flew down from the roof, and quietly followed behind Chaoluo and Chu Dongge.

Listening to his leaving footsteps, Fu Shiyu put down the stone hanging in his heart, picked up the white porcelain flagon, and Shi Shiran filled a cup into the wine gu.

This wine is not strong, but it has enough stamina, it is rare to have a leisure time, today he drank a lot.

Looking up at the full moon above his head, a sense of long-lost familiarity suddenly surged in his heart.

He murmured softly: "It's weird."

After finishing speaking, Fu Shiyu shook his head and laughed again.

Sure enough, the days of ancient times have been mixed for a long time, and even the words are polite.

As soon as he left the palace, Chu Dongge kicked his legs out of Chaoluo's arms like a wild horse, and then tightly held Chaoluo's rough index finger with his small hand, desperately dragging her to run into the crowd.

Xiaotang followed behind panting, shouting loudly from time to time: "Miss, wait for me!"

"Don't run too fast, the slaves won't be able to keep up."

Chu Dongge handed Chaoluo a bunch of candied haws, and asked strangely, "Sister Chaoluo, don't you want to eat it?"

Shaking his head in a mask, Chao Luo said in a hoarse voice, "No...don't eat...you eat it yourself..."

Although Chao Luo said no, Chu Dongge said after a while that this was delicious, and that was also delicious, so he stuffed a lot of candied snacks into her arms.

Zhao Luo smelled the sweet fragrance in the bag, her eyes were a little dazed, and when she came back to her senses, she found that Chu Dongge had not gone far, so she hurriedly chased after him.

This year the rabbit lamps are selling well, Chu Dongge went to a few shops, but the vendors said there were no more. She looked at the other children holding the rabbit lamps in their hands, her eyes were shining, and she was about to stare at them.

Seeing that she liked it, Chao Luo bent down slightly, leaned into her ear and asked, "Would you... want to snatch it?"

Chu Dongge shook his head hastily, and pointed at his fingers obediently, "It belongs to others, and it cannot be snatched."

"Oh."

Zhao Luo nodded ignorantly, her understanding of human nature is still relatively vague, so she often said some nonsense that does not understand etiquette. Fortunately, Fu Shiyu is teaching her how to read recently, which is much better than before.

Standing in front of the last vendor, Chu Dongge asked expectantly, "Uncle, is the rabbit lamp gone?"

"No!" The vendor who was over half a century old sat on a low stool and said with a kind smile, "There is a Pisces lamp here, do you want it, little girl?"

Chu Dongge's eyes were gloomy, he shook his head silently, and was just about to take Chao Luo's hand to go back.

A bundled rabbit lantern descended from the sky, with scarlet flames still shining inside, it looked very delicate and lovely.

Her eyes lit up, and she hurriedly turned her head.

The person behind him was wearing a ferocious bull-head mask, but he showed a pair of gentle smiling eyes. He handed the rabbit lamp in his hand to Chu Dongge, his voice sounded a little low, and his tone was very soft, "See you off."

Chu Dongge didn't dare to take it, and stared straight at his mask without being timid, and said crisply: "You don't get rewarded for merit, you can't take it."

"is it?"

The masked man curled his lips into a smile, bent down and put the rabbit lamp at Chu Dongge's feet, "Then take it as you picked it up."

Chu Dongge was taken aback for a moment, and was about to pick it up and return it to him, only to find that the masked man had already disappeared into the crowd.

She looked down at the lamp in her hand, then turned her head to look at the same puzzled Chao Luo next to her, and murmured in a low voice.

"Could it be an immortal who can guess his mind?"

Late at night.

Fu Shiyu, who was sitting in the courtyard, didn't wait for Chaoluo to come, but instead waited for Chu Yan who had finished his business.

Seeing Fu Shiyu lying on the rattan chair leisurely and contentedly, Chu Yan's eyes widened, and he said sarcastically, "You will enjoy it."

Fu Shiyu put down the empty Cup Gu in his hand, and with his fingertips like green onions, he laid it casually on the stone table, his white complexion was very dazzling.

"You must be happy in life, and don't let the golden bottle face the moon."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Chu Yan who was standing not far away, and curled his lips to look at him, "Why don't you have a cup too, sir."

Chu Yan snorted coldly, and didn't want to talk to him, so he opened his legs and prepared to walk into the house.

"I heard that the prince will leave for the border in three days." Fu Shiyu asked behind him.

Chu Yan paused, frowned and said, "How do you know?"

Fu Shiyu said leisurely: "Everyone in the house has spread the word, even if I don't want to know."

After finishing speaking, he slowly picked up the jug and pointed it at the wine gu on the other side, the small gurgling sound of running water was very clear in the silence of the night.

"Today's cup of wine is to be practiced for the son, how about it?"

Chu Yan, who was about to go back to the house, stood for a while, rationally telling himself that he should leave this person alone, but his steps moved back uncontrollably, and finally sat down on the stone bench in silence.

He directly took the wine gu and drank it all in one gulp. The scent of sweet-scented osmanthus in his mouth was a little sweet, and it slid down his throat and was slightly pungent.

"Why does your son hate me?" Fu Shiyu asked suddenly.

Chu Yan's eyes were startled, and after a few breaths, he slowly put down the wine gu, and looked at him indifferently.

The man is drunk.

He was clear.

Because only at this time, he will say some questions that he never asks on weekdays.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Fu Shiyu twitched the corners of his red eyes slightly, giving off a bit of evil spirit.

He sighed helplessly: "If you don't want to say it, then forget it."

Chu Yan didn't answer, but lifted the empty blue and white jug on the table, and said coldly, "How much did you drink?"

Fu Shiyu looked at him fixedly, comparing his two slender fingers.

"Two jugs."

Chu Yan's face darkened, and he scolded irritably, "Crazy."

This person was too much to drink in his previous life, and he was a little delirious after one or two drinks, but he liked to drink too much, and he often got drunk in the military camp.

At first, Fu Shiyu was still whispering in his ears that he wanted to drink, but then he gradually stopped making trouble. Not long after, he was poisoned by Sanshi powder. Greasy candied fruit.

When he came back to his senses, he saw Fu Shiyu lying on the rattan chair, as if he had fallen asleep peacefully, with loose black hair scattered one by one on the shoulders and the back of the chair, his complexion was like snow under the silvery moonlight, and his dark eyes The eyebrows are neat and slender, the eyelashes hang down a dark shadow at the end of the tail, and the corners of the light red lips are habitually smiling.

This face can always bewitch people anytime and anywhere, but after seeing it for two lifetimes, Chu Yan has gradually become immune to it.

He stood up from the stone bench, ready to drag the man's collar and throw it back into the room.

Only then did he grab Fu Shiyu's lapel, the man seemed to be slightly awake, and he barely looked at him with his eyelids open.

It seemed that he didn't expect why this person came to him suddenly, his warm eyes were a little confused, and he shouted hoarsely, "Your Majesty?"

There were a few ripples in Chu Yan's heart, but his face was gloomy and terrifying, and he replied fiercely: "Don't call me."

Fu Shiyu saw this person's inexplicably cold face again, he couldn't help but chuckled a few times, and murmured teasingly, "I'm angry again."

Chu Yan, who was originally cautious and wandering, immediately straightened up from embarrassment when he heard this. He didn't bother to pay attention to the drunk, and was just about to turn around and go back to the house when a cold hand suddenly grabbed the back of his hand.

Chu Yan lowered his head and stared at the white, slender and long hand with surprise in his eyes.

Fu Shiyu was smiling, regardless of his superiority or inferiority, and he was not polite, "Your Majesty, your legs are weak."

"..."

Chu Yan said nothing, but looked at him coldly.

Seeing that he was unwilling to help her, Fu Shiyu didn't force her, she quickly withdrew her hand, and struggled to stand up while supporting the wicker chair.

A lean and strong arm suddenly crossed from his waist, touching the man's hard and warm chest. For some reason, Fu Shiyu remembered the two hugs that were close at hand again in his mind.

A strange burning pain surged into his chest in an instant, he raised his eyes and saw that stern face close at hand, as if he had been bewitched, he leaned forward slightly uncontrollably.

There seemed to be a faint voice in his dizzy mind, driving him to approach gradually,

He didn't understand where this voice came from, and he also didn't understand why he made such a weird move now.

Seeing this person's approaching face, Chu Yan's heart trembled, and he turned his face subconsciously, his cool and soft lips almost fell on the corner of his mouth.

He felt a little lost.

Can't help recalling the previous life and the year when Fu Shiyu was obsessed with ghosts, but he avoided it until the last moment before he died, he thought if...

It's fine if you don't escape...

didn't dodge...

Seeing Chu Yan's uncertain face, Fu Shiyu woke up more than half of the wine in shock, with rare panic in his eyes, "I'm sorry, my son, I just committed a crime."

Before the words capital crime could be uttered, Chu Yan blocked his throat again.

He obeyed his heart, clasped the back of Fu Shiyu's head tightly, and sucked the cool lips underneath with a little eagerness, the sweetness of sweet-scented osmanthus brewed between his lips and teeth, he clearly knew exactly what he was doing at this moment, But my mind was in chaos, as if I was also fascinated by this fragrant and delicious sweet-scented osmanthus wine.

Fu Shiyu fell back on the wicker chair again, Chu Yan's slender fingertips interspersed between the black hair, and tore off the jade white ribbon tied on it, and raised one knee, gently pressing down on the hem of his cloth robe, the bamboo and rattan backrest The chair couldn't bear its weight, and there was a soft babbling sound from time to time.

It was quiet under the moon, the gate of the courtyard was ajar, and outside the courtyard wall, there was a lot of light and music.

Fu Shiyu slid to his side weakly, but was firmly grasped by Chu Yan, and the two of them clasped their fingers tightly, palms touching.

Chu Yan realized that the person underneath hadn't moved. He let go of the distance a little, and lowered his eyes to realize that the person had fallen asleep at some point.

Fu Shiyu tilted his head sideways, leaned on the rattan chair, his eyes were lightly closed, his light-colored lips were red, swollen and bloodshot from the kiss, and they shone with water, adding a bit of eye-catching color to this pale face.

The urge to work hard in his heart surged up again, Chu Yan looked away, took a deep breath, and then bent over