After the villain was scumbag, he was reborn

The moon was in the sky, and the night was as cool as water. The small courtyard located in the corner of the capital was covered by a layer of hazy veil, and an inaudible low moan came out from the blue tiles and white walls, as if enduring great pain.

Si Jin knelt by the couch with tear stains on her face, her heart ached and she wanted to touch the person who was shaking slightly in front of her, but she withdrew her hand in shock as she thought of something, and said with a little cry: "Young master! Please bear with me! Immediately alright!"

On the dark quilt with the plum, chrysanthemum, bamboo orchid tattooed on it, a frail white figure was crouching.

His clothes were half-faded, and his temples, which were wet with sweat, were pressed against the side of his fair face.

Shen Yanting clutched his inner shirt on his chest with a ferocious expression, his pupils were dazed and confused, and his red lips were as bright as if they were about to ooze blood, adding a bit of coquettishness and lethargy to this delicate face for no reason.

"Hmm...Sijin..."

He suddenly grabbed Si Jin's hand on the side of the bed, with tears in his eyes, he pleaded angrily: "Help me, I'm so uncomfortable."

"Get the medicine... get me the medicine!"

Crying, Si Jin stepped forward to hug him, choked up and said, "The totem has turned red, and the medicine is useless, my lord!"

"Just bear it, just bear it."

Shen Yanting's chest was in pain as if thousands of ants were gnawing on it, the burning and itching pain all filled his body.

He bit his teeth with a bloodstain on his lower lip, and unconsciously pulled Sijin's hand to his chest, the cold body temperature slightly cooled the hot body.

Shen Yanting let out a satisfied sigh, and murmured: "Si Jin, touch me."

As he spoke, he held Si Jin's hand over his chest, and saw that it was about to slide down his waist and abdomen.

Si Jin's face turned pale with fright, and she wanted to pull her hand back, but her wrist seemed to be trapped by an iron hoop. She couldn't move a single bit, so she could only shout desperately: "Don't, my lord! You will regret it when you wake up!"

"You are a body of gold, how can I, a lowly servant, defile you!"

These words finally made Shen Yanting clear for a moment, his hand relaxed a little, Si Jin quickly retracted his hand, thinking of something, she hurriedly got under the bed and took out a beautifully carved sandalwood box.

Si Jin looked at Shen Yanting's pained appearance, and said hesitantly, "My lord...do you want this?"

Shen Yanting raised his eyelids and glanced at her, then asked weakly: "What?"

Si Jin knelt in front of him, pulled the lock, and slowly opened the wooden box.

Shen Yanting propped his elbows on the bed, and raised his body slightly. When he saw the things in the wooden box, his fascinated eyes moved slightly, and his right hand stretched forward uncontrollably.

"..."

There was a strange silence in the room, and Sijin knelt on the spot dripping with sweat, watching the slender hands take out the contents of the box anxiously.

Shen Yanting lowered his eyes, looked at the things in his palm, and put on a weird smile on his face, which looked like a sneer, but his words were full of self-deprecating bitterness, "Have I fallen to this already?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he threw away the things in his hand like crazy, fell down on the couch with a frenzied expression and grabbed Sijin's neck, his eyes were full of majestic killing intent.

Shen Yanting said coldly: "Who asked you to buy these!"

"You look down on me too, don't you?!"

The feeling of suffocation made Sijin's pupils constrict, she tightly grasped Shen Yanting's wrist, and begged, "Don't do this, my lord, please!"

"How could the servant look down on you! The servant sees you suffering, and loves you!"

Shen Yanting didn't seem to be able to hear, but still pinched her neck fiercely, seeing Sijin sticking out her tongue, she was about to pass out immediately.

The burning heat from his whole body faded away very quickly, Shen Yanting's furious face froze for a moment, and then seeing Sijin who was delirious on the ground, he seemed to have reacted suddenly, let go of his hand in horror, and hurriedly helped her up, with eyes in his eyes Full of remorse, he said painfully: "Sijin! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!"

Sijin, who escaped after the disaster, panted rapidly, and her chest also rose and fell violently.

She stretched out her arms to hug Shen Yanting, her throat was so painful that she could even open her mouth, and comforted her in a hoarse voice: "It's okay, young master, just get over it."

Shen Yanting sat on the ground with a pale face, and said with a wry smile: "Even if we survive this time, there will be a next time, and it will only become more and more painful in the future!"

He grabbed Sijin's shoulder, and he was speechless for a while, but after a while, he said: "Next time... next time I do this again, you...kill me!"

Sijin widened her eyes in disbelief, and shouted excitedly: "Master, how can you give up on yourself like this, do you remember the oath you made in front of your wife's grave?"

"You said that you will definitely ascend to the pinnacle of imperial power and be relied upon by thousands of people!"

Out of control, she covered her face and began to cry, "We have finally come to this day, how could we give up now..."

Hearing this, Shen Yanting put away the pain in his eyes, brewed up a monstrous hatred and hostility, and said grimly: "Yes, I can't die yet!"

"I haven't let that person witness me ascension to the throne with my own eyes, and watched the throne he worked so hard to get, but finally fell into the hands of an outsider like me."

Si Jin wiped away the tears on her face, nodded heavily and said, "That's right, my lord, we can't give up."

Shen Yanting hummed in a dark and unpredictable way, and after a long time, he suddenly said: "Let's go to the border."

Si Jin's face was startled, and he said, "What are you doing at the border?"

As soon as the words fell, she thought of something, and she hesitated to speak: "My lord, I want the son to be with you..."

"But if this is the case, the prince will probably hate you even more."

"En." Shen Yanting nodded with complicated eyes, "There is no other way."

"But before I go to the border, I have to meet someone."

Si Jin asked, "Who are you seeing?"

Shen Yanting didn't answer, just said: "People who can help us."

After speaking, she went back to the bed, ready to relax for a while, and Si Jin put the things thrown in the corner back into the wooden box.

The moonlight just hit the window lattice, and the things in the box showed a lustrous luster under the shining of Huahui.

——It turned out to be a jade potential of high quality and excellent color.

Inside the big tent of the Chinese army

Chu Yan stood calmly opposite King Guangling, not saying a word.

King Guangling seemed to be suffering from a cold, coughing twice from time to time.

He stood behind the desk, thinking about the marching map placed on it, as if he hadn't seen the person in front of him, and after a long time, he said lightly: "I'm back."

"Ah."

King Guangling raised his head and glanced at him, and asked in a dignified manner, "Where did you go?"

Chu Yan didn't hide anything, and said truthfully: "The Huns' barracks."

Unexpectedly, he would confess so frankly. King Guangling didn't know how to speak. He was silent for a long time before sighing helplessly: "I won't pursue you this time, but I am envious!"

He snapped a picture of the table, and the mighty tiger's eyes were bright, "How can you be so reckless!"

"The Xiongnu army camp is just for breaking into it. If something happens to you, our Chu family will have no successors. After you let me die, how can I have the face to face the ancestors of the Chu family!"

Chu Yan bowed his body, and replied in a deep voice, "Father taught me the lesson."

Seeing his submissive attitude, King Guangling felt as if he had punched the cotton with his fist, and he had nowhere to use his anger.

A bit of fatigue could not help showing between his brows, he walked out from behind the case, stood in front of him with his hands behind his back, and looked up.

In the past year, Chu Yan's stature has grown a lot, and he is now half a head taller than his father.

King Guangling is satisfied with this son from the bottom of his heart. Although he did not raise him by his side since he was a child, he is excellent in everything in terms of strategy and ability, even his appearance and posture. The father who is connected with him by blood is always unpredictable.

King Guangling had mixed feelings in his heart, and suddenly smelled the strong smell of blood on his body, his thick eyebrows furrowed instantly, and he asked with a gloomy expression, "Are you injured?"

"Yeah." Chu Yan's face was flat, "Small injury."

"..." King Guangling didn't say anything, and suddenly raised his palm.

Chu Yan didn't notice it for a while, and his strong palm hit his chest.

He suppressed his muffled hum, and took two steps back in a habitual manner. Except for his slightly pale face, he was normal.

"You can't hide from this?" King Guangling withdrew his hand angrily, and shouted outside the camp, "Tell the military doctor!"

"Yes."

The soldiers standing at the door were ordered to find a military doctor, while King Guangling looked at the expressionless person beside him and said coldly, "Take it off."

Chu Yan's eyes moved, and he stretched out his hand to quickly remove the cloth shirt, revealing the lean and strong chest and arms inside.

King Guangling took a look, his brows tightened suddenly, and he asked, "Who was injured?"

Chu Yan's face was cold, "Manda."

King Guangling stared at him sharply, with a sense of persecution, "Although you are no match for him in strength, but in terms of internal strength, this person is far inferior to you."

"If there is a tie, I can still believe that it was really his fault that caused you to be injured so badly?!"

Before Chu Yan could answer, the old military doctor wearing a scarf hurried into the account.

He knelt down and saluted timidly, "See General."

King Guangling raised his hand impatiently, "Go and see how your son is injured."

"Yes."

The military doctor immediately stood up, looked at Chu Yan's icy face, and said tremblingly, "My son, I have offended you."

Seeing that Chu Yan didn't speak, the military doctor stretched out his hand to untie the cloth belt wrapped around his chest. When he saw the herbal medicine on his wound, his eyes were startled, and he hurriedly turned to King Guangling and said, "Return to the general, your son's The wound has been treated."

King Guangling looked at Chu Yan with more probing and suspicious eyes. Before he could speak, his eyes suddenly blurred. Fortunately, he reacted very quickly to support the table, so that he would not fall to the ground in embarrassment.

Seeing his ugly expression, Chu Yan seemed to think of something in his heart, his expression became serious, and he frowned and said, "Father is not feeling well?"

"I suffered from a bit of wind and cold." King Guangling propped up the table, bent down and sat down on the grand master's chair, and coughed: "It's nothing serious."

A bad premonition arose in Chu Yan's heart, and he asked, "Who made the diagnosis and treatment?"

The military doctor behind him immediately stepped forward, "Hui Shizi, he was diagnosed and treated by Cao Min. The general is indeed suffering from a cold."

Chu Yan remained silent for a long time, and suddenly asked in an unclear manner, "Where are the Hun captives brought back earlier?"

King Guangling looked surprised, "You are still locked up in the barracks for interrogation, what's wrong?

Hearing this, Chu Yan's expression darkened instantly, and he shouted to the outside of the camp: "Chongyang."

"Yes."

Chongyang, who had just come back, heard Chu Yan calling him, and hurriedly opened the curtain to come in.

Chu Yan's face was serious, "Call Fu Shiyu here."

It was Chongyang who settled Fu Shiyu well. I don't know why he wanted to find this person again, but seeing that his expression was not good, he didn't dare to ask any more questions, so he turned around and strode out of the camp.

After making an appointment for a cup of tea, King Guangling was still wondering who Fu Shiyu was. The sheepskin curtain was lifted by a pair of thin and fair hands, and then a thin gray figure walked in.

He had already changed into a crimson brocade robe, and casually put on a soldier's rough jacket, but looking at his face like a jade, his figure like a pine, and his clear blue and white eyes, he looked a bit cold. On the body, it is especially bright and beautiful.

When King Guangling caught a glimpse of that overly beautiful face, he became more and more suspicious, secretly wondering who this person was.

Seemingly unaware of the tension surging under the tide in the barracks, Fu Shiyu bent down calmly and saluted, "See the general, see the prince."

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