After the villain was scumbag, he was reborn

On the third day of staying in Shuzhou, the eyes and ears sent by King Guangling had already reported the news of Chu Yan’s injury. They heard that King Guangling was furious in the barracks where he was stationed. Die this unfilial son.

Fu Shiyu buried Liu Ruying's ashes under the bare tree trunk. He asked Chunqing if he would go with him to Daqing. Chunqing shook her head and moved back to the City Lord's Mansion alone.

On the day before leaving, the sun was shining brightly. Although the weather in the early autumn was a bit muggy, but there was often a cool breeze blowing over the face. It was neither cold nor hot, just right and comfortable.

The people of Shuzhou stood on both sides of the street, sending them off along the road. Hearing the gratitude from their mouths, Fu Shiyu put on a wooden face with mixed emotions in his heart, and silently lowered the curtains to block their eager eyes.

When I was about to walk out of the city gate, spring still came.

Chaoluo saw it.

She had been lying on the window of the carriage, and when she saw the thin figure standing at the end of the people, as if being overwhelmed by the crowd, Chao Luo got up happily from the couch, "My lord! Spring is here."

Fu Shiyu's eyes were a little surprised. She thought she would not come, so she lifted the veil again and looked out. Sure enough, she saw Chunqing standing far behind the carriage. She walked forward a few steps, then slowly stopped and rushed They waved their hands and smiled slightly, as if they were saying goodbye seriously.

"My lord, you said her..." Chao Luo was a little worried. After all, her young lady had just left, and Chun Qing stayed in the City Lord's Mansion alone.

Fu Shiyu put down the curtain, sighed softly, closed his eyes and said, "She won't."

Chao Luo's eyes were confused, as if he was thinking about why she couldn't, but Fu Shiyu saw through her thoughts, and explained in a gentle tone: "That's Ruying's home."

"She'll always be there."

Chao Luo subconsciously asked: "Then keep it forever?"

Fu Shiyu smiled and didn't answer. For others, no one can be sure of this answer, but for Chunqing, she is sure.

Seeing the person sleeping on the soft bed open his eyes, Fu Shiyu smiled and said, "Did it wake you up?"

Chu Yan glanced at him, then turned to look at Chao Luo sitting next to him, frowned and said, "Aren't there two carriages?"

"Why is she here?"

Hearing his distasteful tone, Chao Luo snorted, and said back: "Master Mingming told you to sleep in another carriage, but you insist on squeezing with us."

Chu Yan glanced at her coldly, Zhao Luo's face was slightly pale, knowing that he had slipped his words, he lowered his head timidly, his head covered with a gray kerchief was as smooth as a rolling glutinous rice ball.

Fu Shiyu pretended not to see the scheming between the two, took a sip of the cold strong tea on the desk, the rich bitterness stimulated his taste buds, his Adam's apple rolled, and he swallowed lightly.

Chu Yan lay a little uncomfortable, turned his body slightly, and couldn't help but burst into a cold sweat when his arm was pulled.

Hearing him panting heavily, Fu Shiyu put down the teacup, got up and sat down, just about to put the dropped cushion under his elbow to support it, but suddenly his thigh was heavy.

Before Fu Shiyu realized what happened, he stared at Chaoluo first, and said in disbelief, "My lord, how could you?"

Embarrassment flashed across her eyes, she unconsciously scratched her palms with her fingers on her knees, held back the second half of the sentence for a long time, and finally swallowed it back ashamedly.

Seeing Chao Luo look away in embarrassment, Fu Shiyu lowered his head, and saw Chu Yan leaning on his lap while he was not paying attention.

"..."

Fu Shiyu's eyes were dazed, and when he realized it, he was about to push Chu Yan's head down, but when he saw his arms tied with cloth belts on both sides, he felt quite helpless, and put his raised hand back silently.

Smelling the familiar smell of herbs on Fu Shiyu's body, the two of them had rarely been so close in this life, Chu Yan was inevitably a little distracted, and as a result, he fell asleep involuntarily while lying down.

Fu Shiyu heard that his breathing became heavy, so he raised his eyes to signal for Chao Luo to relax.

Chao Luo nodded quietly, and was about to turn his head to look at the scenery outside the car window for a while, when he inadvertently saw Fu Shiyu lowering his eyes, his slender fingertips tucking Chu Yan's long hair behind his ears.

His long eyelashes like butterfly feathers lay quietly under the eyelids, and a beam of light that came in through the cracks in the curtains gently reflected on his face, making the contour lines like beautiful jade even more clear and clear.

This is a look that Chao Luo has never seen before.

She still can't understand this look.

All I know is that such a son is like a piece of icy iron stone that has been frozen for several winters, and suddenly turned into a rippling spring by the direct sunlight.

Seeing that the carriage disappeared, Chunqing turned and went back to the City Lord's Mansion.

People around her secretly pointed behind her back, but they didn't dare to speak loudly.

Chunqing turned a deaf ear to it, and silently closed the vermilion gate of the city lord's mansion, and bolted the gate.

When she walked to the courtyard where Liu Ruying lived, her eyes froze, and she couldn't help opening her mouth in shock.

Beside the newly buried grave, at some point, someone had planted a small sapling just above the knees, and it looked as if it was being sheltered and growing by the tall magnolia tree.

Chunqing suddenly remembered that it was still dark today, she got up early, and was about to touch and deliver some food to Doctor Fu. She wanted to leave it at the door and leave, but when she saw a light in the backyard of the hospital, she sneaked through the crack of the door. Taking a peek, I found that Dr. Fu was squatting on the ground with a basin of cold water, carefully washing the dirt from his hands.

Knowing what happened, she sat on the ground in the Chunqing room, covering her face and sobbing softly. After a long time, she choked up and said to the grave in front of her: "Miss...how could you be willing to die like this."

"Such a good doctor Fu can only belong to someone else now."

It just so happened that a cool breeze hit, silently sweeping away Chunqing's mournful weeping.

When the carriage arrived at the barracks, he saw King Guangling in iron armor running over from the tent in a rage. When he saw Chu Yan who was being helped off the horse by Chongyang, he rushed to his chest angrily, holding his hand in his hand. The long whip mercilessly flicked away.

This whip has been with him for nearly 30 years, and it has drawn tens of thousands of soldiers, as well as countless Huns. One day, this whip will finally fall on his son who has always been proud of him.

Chu Yan didn't dodge, and he couldn't dodge. His arms were bound so tightly that they hung around his neck in a ridiculous way. Not to mention hiding, he couldn't even move easily, so he could only bear the whip with a cold face.

But he still underestimated the power of the whip, he staggered a little, and couldn't help taking half a step back.

The whip was covered with a layer of soft and tough leather, and it was made of iron from the tail to the tip of the whip. It hurts for several days. Although it was on the verge of fury, seeing Chu Yan's injured hands, King Guangling Still avoiding it intentionally, a whip hit Chu Yan's chest.

Seeing that he was about to be whipped down again, Chongyang next to him knelt down and begged for mercy: "General, my son has not recovered from his serious injuries, I implore the general to allow the humble official to take the punishment for your son."

King Guangling stood in front of him uncertainly, everyone didn't understand what he meant, but Ying Zhu, who had followed him for many years, did understand.

The general lacked a step to go down now, but the crown prince remained silent like an idiot. He just wanted to wink with the crown prince, but the curtain that was lowered was lifted by a slender hand.

Wearing a blue gown, Fu Shiyu got out of the carriage without haste. Chu Yan's face suddenly became gloomy, and he just wanted him to go in.

But this man walked up to King Guangling without hesitation, and knelt down with a cold face, "See you, General."

"This is the fault of the grassroots, please punish the general."

King Guangling's face was uncertain, but his tone was faintly dangerous, "Your small body and bones can't withstand the whip in this general's hand. Besides, you, me, and these soldiers have saved lives."

"Because of emotion and reason, I can't smoke you."

Fu Shiyu looked calm, and said slowly: "My lord was joking."

"There's no need to get involved in reasoning. You will be punished when you should be punished. The grassroots will only bear what you have to bear."

King Guangling looked at his calm expression, slightly surprised in his heart.

Unexpectedly, this young doctor looked weak and vulnerable, but he still had a bit of integrity in his bones that deserved attention.

He was stunned, and he noticed that there was a lingering gaze on the opposite side that could not be ignored. King Guangling raised his eyes, and saw the boy on the opposite side staring at him without turning his eyes.

The straight eyes are like a wolf cub that has just given birth to its fangs. In order to protect its place, it is engaged in an invisible confrontation and game with the wolf king who leads the pack of wolves.

King Guangling sneered in his heart, but now he started to hide it, and dared to protect him in front of his father.

Although he didn't want to let it go, but seeing Chu Yan's body full of scars, he raised the whip and finally retracted it calmly.

As this person gets old, his heart softens. When he was young and full of vigor, he has to take half of the life of this scoundrel.

King Guangling glanced at Fu Shiyu, who was kneeling on the ground, and said half-jokingly: "Get up, Doctor Fu, those imperial doctors in the imperial hospital have been waiting for you for a long time."

"These days, the ears of General Ben Ben are almost getting calloused by them."

"Thank you, General, for your generosity."

Seeing that he didn't pursue it, Fu Shiyu got up from the ground, and suddenly met King Guangling's meaningful eyes, his heart skipped a beat, and he pretended not to notice and looked away.

"Father." Chu Yan finally gave up, "I'm tired."

King Guangling glared at him sternly, how could he not understand what he meant, and it was precisely because he understood that his chest was swollen with anger, his throat was a little itchy, and he couldn't help coughing a few times.

After a long silence, he said impatiently, "Go and rest first."

"Recently, the Xiongnu have started to invade again. You stay in the barracks for me."

Chu Yan hummed expressionlessly.

After seeing King Guangling and Ying Zhu go away, the big rock hanging in Chongyang's heart finally fell back to the ground, and said with a look of survivors: "Looking at the general's face just now, I thought he really wanted to whip Mr. Fu."

Fu Shiyu's eyebrows twitched, and he quietly glanced at the indifferent person opposite.

"Envy!"

Hearing an anxious cry from a distance, Chu Yan frowned slightly, and when he looked around, he saw a moon-white figure stumbling over.

When seeing Fu Shiyu in front of Chu Yan, Shen Yanting subconsciously slowed down, and asked in shock, "Why are you here?"

Compared with his stunned and helpless, Fu Shiyu looked much more natural, and smiled at him indifferently, "Mr. Shen, long time no see."

Shen Yanting came back to his senses, his expression was stiff, and he looked a little forced to smile, "I haven't seen Mr. Fu for a long time, I'm a little rude, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's okay." Fu Shiyu waved his hands casually, seeing that the eyes of the master opposite him had already drifted behind him.

Shen Yanting quickly walked up to Chu Yan, and asked with a worried face, "Why are you hurt like this?"

As he spoke, his words became a little choked up, and his eyes looked very sad, "I've been looking for you everywhere these days, to ask those soldiers, and they don't know where you are."

Chu Yan glanced over Shen Yanting's face, and looked straight at the person behind him. Sure enough, he didn't look uncomfortable at all, on the contrary, he was staring at him with great interest, as if he was watching the show.

"..."

Chu Yan sneered in his heart, but he really responded to Shen Yanting's question, "Do things."

Hearing his response, Shen Yanting was taken aback for a moment, then immediately became happy again, and touched his injured shoulder carefully, "Why is it so badly injured? Does it hurt?"

Just as Chu Yan wanted to hide, when he thought of something, he simply stood there expressionless and let Shen Yanting put his hand on his arm.

Knowing that he deliberately acted for himself, the smile on Fu Shiyu's face still couldn't help showing a little coldness.

"My lord, can I come down?" Chao Luo asked in the carriage.

Only then did Fu Shiyu remember that Chao Luo was still inside, and hurriedly said, "It's fine."

Chao Luo hadn't been to Daqing's barracks before, so he couldn't wait to lift the curtain, and finally met Shen Yanting's looking eyes.

Shen Yanting caught a glimpse of those clear and beautiful black eyes, his face became stiff with a speed visible to the naked eye, and the right hand on Chu Yan's shoulder fell unconsciously.

Compared with his 'subtle' reaction, Zhao Luo who didn't hide it was much more straightforward. A memory that she couldn't grasp flashed in her mind, and her body's instinctive reaction made her retreat to the carriage and fall into it.

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