After the villain was scumbag, he was reborn

'Clang! '

The king of Guangling had a long record. Mucang picked up the single sword in Yingzhu's hand, kicked Yingzhu's chest fiercely, Yingzhu's palms met, and was forced to retreat a few steps.

He immediately knelt down on one knee, cupped his hands and said, "My lord is superb in martial arts, and my subordinates are willing to bow down."

"Don't play tricks, I know how my body is." King Guangling glanced at him, threw the long wooden warehouse to the soldiers next to him, took the sweat towel and wiped his face, and asked, "Has Li Jianghan dealt with it?" ?”

Ying Zhu's eyes darkened, and he nodded silently, "Mr. Li committed suicide last night, and his subordinates have found someone to bury him."

"Yeah." After wiping his face, King Guangling was going to talk to Lord Qing, but suddenly remembered something, and asked with a frown, "Xian Xing is still lying in the tent?"

"Yes." After Ying Zhu finished answering, he glanced nervously at King Guangling's uncertain face, and whispered, "It seems he's still drunk."

King Guangling asked, "What day is it?"

Ying Zhu said: "Fast three days."

King Guangling held his hands behind his back and looked at the vast plain in front of him. He saw two or three vultures with black and brown feathers gliding far away, pecking at the birds they had captured with their sharp beaks.

He sighed with long eyes: "It seems that I got angry with the young man."

Ying Zhu asked in surprise, "Your Highness, you mean Doctor Fu?"

"But isn't the man who is close to the prince the one brought by the imperial physician?"

King Guangling glared at him resentfully, and said helplessly, "You."

"I have two eyes, but I don't know how to see."

After saying that, he didn't know what to think of, and he suddenly laughed again, "This kid, you think you can hide it from me by playing such a trick."

"Every time he sees that young man, his eyeballs are almost hanging on him, how can I not see it."

"These days, I just keep turning a blind eye."

Ying Zhu was confused, and asked suspiciously: "But why did the general ask his subordinates to rush over overnight and let those two soldiers stop?"

Hearing this, King Guangling's eyes showed a little bit of confusion, "You can also see that the little doctor was born like a girl Jiao'e. At first I thought that Xianxing was just bewitched by beauty. Langzhong is a troublesome woman, so I can't keep him."

"That night, when you came to report what you had seen, I knew he was acting deliberately to show me. Since Xian Xing wanted to save that young man's life in every possible way, how could I, as a father, sing against him?"

"Besides, if I really kill that young man, I'm afraid he will hate me for the rest of his life based on his stubborn temper. It took a lot of effort to ease the relationship. Naturally, I won't go to war with him because of an insignificant young man. Father and son will become enemies. "

Ying Zhu nodded, "Since Shi Zi likes Dr. Fu, who was the man who got close to him that night?"

King Guangling's eyes darkened slightly, "I haven't heard Xianxing mention it, but I need to check it out."

"Look at the eyebrows, it's a bit like an old friend I knew before."

Ying Zhu asked in amazement, "Old friend?"

King Guangling hummed lightly, as if some bad memories had been brought up, his eyes froze.

The late night at the border is not softly cold, but bitingly cool. Even the radiance emitted by the moon above the head is cold and indifferent, without any temperature.

A few earthen pottery altars were thrown in the short grass covered with cold dew. Chu Yan lay on the plain with his arm pillowed, silently, with the tiny stars around the bright moon in his eyes.

His cheeks were flushed, but his pupils were extremely clear, and he could not see a hint of drunkenness.

A piebald horse came galloping fast from the depths of the night, and ran up to Chu Yan. The man on the horse's back held the reins tightly, turned over and jumped off the horse's back.

Chongyang glanced at the sleeping person on the ground, and sat down beside Chu Yan silently, "Mr. Fu is getting married tomorrow."

Chu Yan's eyes moved slightly, as if he didn't hear it, he still looked at the night sky above indifferently.

Chongyang began to feel irritated inexplicably, kicked the wine jar by his feet, and said sullenly: "Don't you like Mr. Fu?"

Chu Yan squinted at him, Chongyang quickly changed his words: "Aren't you on good terms with Mr. Fu?"

"That's how you see him going astray?"

"Wrong path?" Chu Yan sneered, his eyes full of sarcasm, "He has a bright and righteous path ahead, so how could it be a wrong path?"

After speaking, he belatedly realized that he was still worrying about this person, and his heart was suddenly oppressed, but he couldn't find a way to vent it, so the anger could only be blocked in his chest.

Chu Yan suddenly sat up from the grass, trying to grab the wine jars next to him, but they were all empty. With a sullen face, he threw out the last empty jar in a distracted manner, and smashed it heavily on the distant on a stake.

The sound of the broken pottery altar was especially clear in the middle of the night, Chongyang was stunned for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he found that Chu Yan had stood up and walked towards the reaction direction of the camp.

Chongyang stared at his back and suddenly asked, "Where are you going?"

Chu Yan didn't answer, and continued to pace forward.

Chongyang frowned and said, "You really don't plan to control Doctor Fu anymore?"

Chu Yan didn't say a word, and just about to open the curtain to go in, Chongyang suddenly stood up and said quietly: "There is something I planned to give to you, since you don't want to take care of it, then forget it."

"..."

The long night was waning, the quilt was cold and the pillow was cold, and it rained a little after midnight, which came suddenly and went away for a short time.

Some people are tossing and turning, some are full of thoughts, some are secretly happy, and some are anxious. They invariably look up at the silvery white moon above through the window lattice, the gap in the roof of the tent, or the silent courtyard.

next day

Sitting in the blurry and yellowish bronze mirror is a beautiful woman with a phoenix crown and a rosy beard, bright eyes and white teeth, and light pink rouge on her cheeks, which adds a bit of color to this pale and haggard face.

Chunqing secretly turned her face away, quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and smiled happily: "Miss, you are so beautiful."

Liu Ruying picked up the lip balm on the dowry, put it on the seam of her lips and licked it lightly, her pale lips instantly turned bright red, and her lifeless face instantly became more energetic. Chun Qing looked happy and exclaimed: " The servants can't look away now, Dr. Fu might be fascinated by the young lady tonight!"

Liu Ruying smiled, but didn't speak.

She is silent most of the time these days, but she often stares at one place and smiles happily.

Chunqing was feeling uneasy, she shook her head, thinking to herself that she couldn't think about these unlucky omens on a happy day.

She took the red hijab next to her, and said with a smile: "Miss, the auspicious time is coming soon, I will help you cover it."

Liu Ruying hummed, and Chunqing carefully covered her head.

As soon as it was cleaned up, there was the sound of crackling firecrackers from below, and Chunqing smiled and said, "Miss, Doctor Fu is here!"

She helped the quiet Liu Ruying get up from the round stool, and when the two of them were about to walk out of the yard, they suddenly heard a few black-haired mice whispering from outside the fence.

"How could she have the face to marry Dr. Fu..."

"Yes, yes, if you want me to say, it must be with those filthy money? He forced people to marry him!"

"Doctor Fu is also pitiful, he was forced to marry a scumbag."

"Don't say it, don't say it, let's go, so as not to be heard by others."

"I'm just afraid she won't hear me!"

"..."

Chunqing was displeased, with a cold face, just about to roll up her sleeves and go out to argue with those gossips, but Liu Ruying gently pulled her sleeves, and calmly said: "Forget it."

Although she was angry in her heart, but remembering that there was no delay now, Chunqing could only let it go. When she was about to walk out of the city lord's mansion, Liu Ruying suddenly lifted her hijab and turned to look at the house she was in before.

Because she was afraid of recalling Liu Ruying's memories of that night, Chunqing also tidied up a small yard in the City Lord's Mansion.

Seeing her young lady staring blankly at the bare magnolia tree, she was worried, and hurriedly urged: "Miss, let's go, Doctor Fu should be waiting."

Liu Ruying nodded slightly, and pulled down the red hijab again. I don't know if it was an illusion of spring love, but she faintly heard her young lady whispering casually.

"I can't wait."

Chunqing asked alertly: "Why can't you wait, Miss?"

"It's nothing." Liu Ruying smiled faintly, "Let's go, my husband is still waiting."

After hearing this, Chunqing put away her doubts and joked: "Miss, you are not afraid of being shy. You have started calling Dr. Fu as your husband before you even pass the door."

Liu Ruying laughed a couple of times like silver bells, without refuting, she let Chun Qing help her to walk out.

"Ouch!" Chunqing suddenly felt a cramping pain in her stomach, and she cried out with an uncomfortable expression.

Liu Ruying asked inside the hijab: "What's wrong?"

"My servant's stomach hurts a little." Chunqing endured the pain, forced a smile and said, "It's okay, miss, this servant will send you to Jiaozi first."

"Go to the toilet first." Liu Ruying said softly, "I'll wait for you here."

Chunqing just wanted to say that she could bear it, but when she noticed that her stomach was churning more and more violently, she could only say: "The lady waits for the servant first, the servant will come soon."

She didn't wait for Liu Ruying to respond, and ran away in a hurry. Liu Ruying lifted her hijab behind her, looked at the back of Chun Qing's fading away, and smiled helplessly: "You are impatient, what do you want me to do?" Take it easy."

Today's weather is not so good, it's as if covered with a big black pot, the cool wind blows Liu Ruying's skirt, she walks very slowly, her slender figure is graceful and graceful, looks like a An extremely beautiful and fragile begonia was mercilessly blown away by the naughty wind beside her without paying attention.

Fu Shiyu wore a red wedding gown, and sat on a white horse holding the reins. He was slender in his hanging wedding dress, with a jade crown and hair tied around his waist, a large black belt embroidered with auspicious cloud patterns with gold silk , he seldom wears such a bright color, and that handsome face is even more radiant, even if it is described as 'Yaolin Yushu, a world away', it is not an exaggeration at all.

The people on both sides of the street were secretly hiding at home, and when they heard the sound of firecrackers, they couldn't help but look furtively through the cracks of the door.

No one expected that this man, who covered his face all day and was busy working in the sick, was so good-looking.

The girl waiting to be released from the cabinet tightly clenched her handkerchief, gritted her teeth in jealousy, and secretly cursed Dr. Fu's future wife in her heart.

"Master Fu." Chongyang, who came to help, suddenly called out from the side of the horse.

Fu Shiyu leaned down slightly and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Miss Liu hasn't come out yet, why don't I go and remind her."

Fu Shiyu just wanted to agree.

Chongyang looked behind him inadvertently, his eyes lit up suddenly, and he said hastily: "Miss Liu is on the sedan chair, we can set off."

Fu Shiyu felt a little strange in his heart, he turned his head and looked at the red curtains that had been put down, and when Chongyang urged that the auspicious time would soon pass, he nodded silently without thinking too much.

Chongyang recruited his hands, and the sound of suona mixed with gongs and drums resounded through the silent street. Because there were no guests, many links were omitted. It's a big deal, I still invited the sounder class, anyway, it should be a little lively.

Walking quickly to the medical hall, Fu Shiyu suddenly felt something was wrong, turned around and glanced at the four bearers beside the red sedan chair.

Sure enough, they were all unfamiliar faces.

He pulled the rein tightly to stop the white horse, then grabbed the saddle tightly, and rolled over from the horse with a sullen face.

Chongyang next to him hastily stepped forward to stop him, and said with a dry smile, "Doctor Fu, what are you doing?"

Fu Shiyu's expression was cold, he bypassed Chongyang who was standing in front of him, and directly opened the door curtain behind Jiaozi.

really……

There is no such thing as Liu Ruying sitting inside, not even a woman.

Chu Yan sat on the couch expressionlessly, with a straight body, staring at him coldly.

Fu Shiyu narrowed his eyes, and wanted to get angry at first, but seeing Chu Yan's face flushed by Xi Jiao, he couldn't laugh or cry, and said happily, "I'm sorry, my son, I married the wrong person."

"...This will send you back."