It was the first time he heard someone scold him for being stupid, Fu Shiyu was surprised, but at the same time it was a little funny.

He squinted his eyes happily, and asked, "My lord, why are you angry?"

Chu Yan stood up straight again, returning to his usual cold, dead face.

Seeing that he was silent, Fu Shiyu took two steps forward, and the distance between the two narrowed again. Chu Yan frowned and looked at him.

He raised his face, although his face was covered with a white sweat towel, but the pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes exposed showed no weakness at all, and asked with a smile: "Your Majesty, are you angry that I belong to the Prince, or are you angry that I am the Crown Prince's?" lied to?"

A hint of sarcasm flashed across Chu Yan's eyes, and he sneered and said, "What right do you have to be worthy of my anger?"

"Oh." Fu Shiyu lowered his eyes, but there was no sadness in his eyes, and he said slowly: "That's because I am being sentimental."

"However, I still want to thank the prince for reminding me, but what about the crown prince, I don't need the prince to worry about us."

Hearing this, Chu Yan's face became gloomy for an instant, but the person on the opposite side continued to speak unknowingly.

"Like a person who knows how warm and cold the drinking water is, if the prince wants to use me, I will definitely be willing to do so."

Before he could finish speaking, the skirt of the cloth shirt was violently pulled over.

Looking at this furious face, Fu Shiyu felt a sense of physical and mental comfort. He asked with a smile, "My lord, are you really angry this time?"

Chu Yan's heart felt like a pinprick, densely packed with pain.

I can't tell if it's anger or any other emotion, my internal organs began to ache, the pain was so painful that I wanted to strangle this person to death more than ever, but when I saw that smiling and silent face, I felt a disgusting feeling. The sense of powerlessness permeated from the fingertips to every corner of the body, as if there was a sarcasm in the voice of Youdao, speaking in an extremely flat tone.

--You do not dare.

From the first meeting, you could kill him. Countless opportunities are in front of you, and you can choose countless cruel methods. You can easily kill him at any moment, but in the end you didn't because you didn't dare.

The fear...of never seeing this person again.

The moment he opened his eyes after being reborn, he didn't want to see Shen Yanting who had saved his life twice, he didn't want to see his father who died in battle in his previous life, and he didn't want to see Chu Dongge who was willing to give up his escape and set foot on the guillotine. , and the only person I want to see.

It was precisely in this previous life that he was killed all over his family and died...Fu Shiyu.

You hated yourself for being useless, but also hated yourself for shrinking back. You were worried that you couldn't contain the impulse and hatred in your heart, and you killed him in anger. In the end, you could only throw him out of the palace, but you couldn't help but follow him up secretly on the day he entered the palace. palace.

You witnessed him meeting the prince with your own eyes, heard him advise the prince with your own ears, and once again proved that everything in your previous life was a lie, but even so, you still kept him, and you tried your best to tell the third prince that he entered the palace The news indirectly saved this person's life.

A voice in his heart attacked all his hidden thoughts, and an emotion called sourness and jealousy almost drowned his limbs and bones. Chu Yan hated to kill everyone, Feng Changxing, and...

"Sir."

Fu Shiyu called him that again.

It was only when I met Fu Shiyu that I discovered that a person's voice can hide all emotions, or it can be calm without emotion.

Chu Yan didn't say a word, as if he didn't hear it, he still stared at him firmly.

For the first time, Fu Shiyu understood his eyes. The red eyes were gently covered by hatred. When you have enough patience to uncover this layer of faint hatred, you will find that what is hidden under these eyes is actually deep Pain as dense as the night, as if he was about to cry.

There was a strange feeling in his heart, and his heart ached. Fu Shiyu asked again: "We knew each other before, didn't we?"

Chu Yan stared at the blankness and strangeness in those black eyes, as if a sharp blade had been pierced into his chest, and a self-deprecating wry smile curled up on the corner of his mouth.

All kinds of things that happened in the previous life are like Nanke Yimeng, the dreamer can't wake up, but the dreamer has already woken up.

He even struggled to get angry, silently loosened the man's skirt, and walked towards the camp where the Huns were imprisoned.

Fu Shiyu vaguely guessed something in his heart, but he didn't dare to think about it. He pretended not to know and followed up. Neither of them spoke again.

The cool night wind blows away the heat in summer, making people feel cold to the core.

Chu Yan opened the sheepskin curtain and was about to go in, when Fu Shiyu suddenly said, "My lord, wait for me outside."

Chu Yan paused, slowly lowered the curtain, then took out a black scarf from his arms to cover his face, and stepped in again.

Fu Shiyu looked at his back, and there was some indescribable complexity in his eyes.

Sometimes this person is full of hostility towards him, and sometimes he is unusually cooperative.

"Participate in the world."

When the guards inside saw Chu Yan walking in, they were a little surprised, and they hurried forward and knelt down on one knee.

The general who was torturing the Xiongnu all night came over, cupped his hands and said, "Please refer to your son for a humble position."

Chu Yan hummed coldly, and walked up to the three Huns.

The methods of criminal law in the barracks were bloody and cruel. They were tied to wooden posts and tortured on their bodies. They were covered with lacerations and scalding scars. The two on the side had already passed out, and the Hun in the middle was still sober. As soon as he saw him, he immediately cursed and babbled in an unintelligible Hun language.

Chu Yan didn't seem to understand, or maybe he wasn't in the mood to care about it. Behind him, Fu Shiyu walked up to the unconscious Xiongnu.

The face was covered with dirt and blood, looking at it in a mess, Fu Shiyu opened his mouth without hesitation to take a look, then raised the man's head, and carefully observed the lymph nodes on the side of the neck.

After a long time, he frowned slightly, took the long sword next to him, and slashed the man's outer shirt twice with two slashes. He didn't even leave his underwear, except for a few pitiful rags, he was almost naked. .

Then, under the incomprehensible eyes of others, he began to observe the naked body of the Huns, and finally even squatted down slightly, and even looked carefully at the private parts.

Although they were all men, but being stared at by a man like this, it is inevitable that there is some shock in their hearts. Even the soldiers in the camp were shocked and watched this man's movements with dumbfounded expressions.

Chu Yan's face darkened slightly, and he tried not to speak.

Seeing his 'humiliating' action, the Xiongnu who were caught next to him immediately barked their teeth and claws, their unkempt faces were filled with bloodshot eyes, and the wooden pillar squeaked as he struggled desperately. small sound.

Fu Shiyu was a little annoyed by the noise, so he casually threw a slap in the face.

'Snapped--'

It's very light, not heavy, and you can't even feel a trace of pain.

But it is this kind of careless movement that brings humiliation no less than the knees.

The Huns who were clamoring and going crazy suddenly became quiet and looked at him dumbfounded.

However, the person involved didn't take it seriously at all, the brows and eyes exposed behind the kerchief looked calm and gentle, and the side face with downcast eyes looked serious and serious.

In desperation, the beaten Xiongnu actually spoke Chinese, "How dare you!"

Fu Shiyu glanced at him lightly, just as a gust of cold wind blew in through the door curtain, mixed with frost and dew, the Hun shivered subconsciously.

"..."

Seeing that he didn't speak, Fu Shiyu turned to the back again, squatted down and looked at the groin from the back, and even stretched out his hand and opened one side of the dirty butt to take a look.

Chu Yan couldn't help reminding, "Is that enough?"

Fu Shiyu walked to the corner, washed his hands with cold water in the copper basin, and then walked back to those Huns, and said with deep eyes, "Enough."

He checked the underarms, between the legs, the back of the neck, etc., and found that there were no bruises and no enlarged lymph nodes.

Chu Yan didn't speak, waiting for his next words.

"Not the plague."

Afraid that he would not understand, Fu Shiyu explained: "Diseases transmitted by flea bites mostly occur in grassland areas, especially among the Xiongnu who live in the border all year round, and they are frequent people."

"There is no possibility of a cure now. If it is the plague, we can only wait to die. It doesn't seem to be the case at the moment, but I still have to look at other people."

Chu Yan frowned and murmured silently.

In the past few years or even in the previous life, this plague never happened at all. Could it be that something unpredictable happened with his rebirth.

"Since it's not the plague, we should find out the source of the disease first, and then start to find ways to suppress it. In addition, the headache now is that we don't know how many people are infected in the barracks and other places."

Fu Shiyu sighed, with a bit of trouble in his eyes, "Similarly, Shizi and I may also be infected."

After all, ancient medical equipment is no better than modern ones, and there is no protective equipment at all.

Chu Yan hummed, without much reaction on his face, he just said, "What should we do now?"

Hearing that this person actually asked his opinion, Fu Shiyu turned his eyes slightly, and after a long pause, he said, "How many soldiers are there in the barracks?"

"Three million people."

Chu Yan said slowly: "The remaining 10 people are stationed in the city."

Fu Shiyu thought for a while and asked, "How many military doctors are there?"

"Three."

Fu Shiyu said directly: "Not enough."

Just as Chu Yan was about to say that he could lead his troops to the city to arrest the doctor, the people next to him spoke first.

"Catch the doctor from the medical center in the city."

Chu Yan: "..."

Seeing his silence, Fu Shiyu waved his hand awkwardly, and said with a smile, "I mean please first."

"it is good."

Chu Yan responded quickly, "I'll send troops later."

"By the way, some sewing and linen."

Chu Yan hummed.

Fu Shiyu rubbed his chin, thinking of something, suddenly looked at the Hun who was still awake, and asked, "Have you stayed in Shuzhou?"

The Hun snorted disdainfully, turned his head and refused to answer.

On the contrary, Chu Yan thought about it for a moment, and said in a deep voice, "It was captured nearby."

Fu Shiyu nodded, with a faint direction in his heart, "Then Shuzhou may be the source."

He looked at the Hun who had been checked just now. This man had actually died. When he checked just now, his body had already started to stiffen.

Fu Shiyu withdrew his gaze and said lightly, "Burn the corpse."

"Remember to fumigate the realgar after burning."

After giving the order, his brows and eyes raised a little tired, and he stretched out his hand to touch the center of his brows, and looked at the guarding soldiers behind him, "Follow me with your mask on, I'll take a look for you."

Hearing this, the soldiers looked at each other in blank dismay, a little shyness appeared in their eyes, and they didn't dare to ask anything.

Standing beside him, Chu Yan asked them for them with a cold face.

"Same as just now?"

Fu Shiyu raised his eyes and asked back, "Otherwise?"

"..."

Chu Yan clenched his fists lightly, enduring the irritability surging in his heart, and stepped out of the tent in silence.

Fu Shiyu arranged for a few guard soldiers to enter the tent next to him. He wanted to follow in, but suddenly he saw Chu Yan standing with his back to him, with waist-length hair hanging down his broad back, and his tall figure looked tall and straight.

Thinking of something, Fu Shiyu stopped in his tracks, and joked: "My son, if you do this again, I'm going to lose my mind."

Seeing that Chu Yan didn't speak, he knew that he should stop talking, but he couldn't help but continued, "Have you enjoyed it?"

"..." Chu Yan turned his head, his gloomy pupils could not see the bottom, Fu Shiyu thought he was angry, and just wanted to open his mouth to explain.

But the man withdrew his gaze and said indifferently, "Didn't you want me to respect you?"

After leaving this inexplicable sentence, he moved to the tent of the Chinese army, preparing to send troops to the city to arrest the doctor.

Fu Shiyu was confused and didn't understand the meaning of this man's words, but the current situation did not allow him to think about it, so he turned and entered the tent with the lamp.

Not far away, Chu Yan let out a breath of foul breath against the depths of the dark night.

"That doctor surnamed Fu is really good-looking." Beside the stable, two soldiers were feeding the horses with hay.

Another soldier echoed, "That's right, it's even prettier than the girls sent here."

The soldier who finished throwing the hay looked around, and when he saw no one, he said with a smirk on his face, "Last time I went to Dr. Fu to see a doctor, and he said that the pain was severe, but Dr. Fu really helped me see it."

Another soldier was surprised: "Really?"

"of course it's true."

"Then I'll try it next time."

The two soldiers chatted vigorously, but they didn't notice the tall figure standing behind them.

When they heard the two reminding coughs, their hearts skipped a beat, they hurriedly turned their heads, and saw the general with an ugly face as if he was about to eat people, and immediately fell to his knees in horror.

"See General!"

Chu Yan's face was frosty, he glanced at the lieutenant beside him, and said indifferently: "Slap a hundred whips, throw them in a mass grave if you're dead, and throw them out of the barracks if you're alive."

The two soldiers met Chu Yan's gloomy and treacherous eyes, and for a moment they forgot to beg for mercy. After Chu Yan left, they realized that they kowtowed and begged for mercy: "Damn the little one, General, please spare me!"

"General, spare your life!"

It was night, and there were two figures lying on the narcissus couch covered by a light veil.

The person on the inside lay on his side with his back to the person outside, and seemed to be asleep.The black hair that hangs down like a waterfall is like an enchanting black snake tail. The back is slightly arched, and the shoulder blades on both sides are clearly protruding. Clear and cold, but also very sluggish and glamorous.

"I know you're not asleep." Chu Yan said suddenly.

The person inside didn't open his mouth, the ears by the sideburns were small and round, and the earlobes were slightly pink. Chu Yan stood up suddenly, took his earballs in his mouth and bit hard. Can't help trembling slightly.

Chu Yan wrapped his arms around his waist and said coldly, "Don't be a military doctor in the future."

The person who had been silent all this time suddenly asked, "Why?"

"No why."

"Oh." Without opening his eyes, he refused very simply, "No."

Chu Yan looked at the side face of this man with his eyes closed quietly, and a few traces of nameless anger rose in his heart, and he blurted out the words he held back: "Why do you like looking at men?"

Halfway through the speech, he realized that the unspoken words were a bit unpleasant, so he restrained himself from closing his mouth, and turned his back irritably.

Unexpectedly, the people inside took his words and said: "I like to see men's posture, peak, kidney, and capsule so much, don't you?"

His tone was calm, with a hint of sarcasm faintly heard.

"I'm afraid my son doesn't know, besides watching, I actually like this thing more. Me."

Asleep Chu Yan's brain exploded with a bang, turned over like a tiger and pressed the man down heavily, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, then I'll fuck you well tonight."

The end of the eyes of the person below was raised, showing a bit of sharp and flamboyant beauty.

"Okay, if you don't kill me, you are impotent."

As soon as the words fell, an unbearable muffled hum escaped from the looming veil.

When Chu Yan came back to his senses, he found that he had reached the entrance of the Chinese army tent.

In a trance, I thought of that person's insinuation that he didn't respect his profession. He didn't even understand the meaning of the word profession, so how could he talk about respect, he just felt worthless for this person.

It's a pity... Fu Shiyu will always be so stubborn.

I don't know what it means to insist on things that others don't understand.

In Chu Yan's view, it's just...

"The courage of the common man is beyond the reach of stupidity."

After saying this sarcasm, even Chu Yan himself didn't realize that his ice-like eyes began to soften little by little, like spring breeze melting snow without frost.

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