After the villain was scumbag, he was reborn

After Fu Shiyu and Chaofu settled down in Chongyang, they returned to Chu Yan's account.

He saw the man hanging his arms, sitting on the rug with his back leaning on him, and a small soldier standing beside him was helping him flip through the military books on the case.

After reading a page, Chu Yan said with a sullen face, "Turn over."

The little soldier was trembling with fright, and hurriedly turned a page in fear.

Chongyang teased and said: "The injury has become like this, why not rest for a few days."

Chu Yan paid no attention to it, looking at it without distraction.

Chong Yang didn't care too much, in private, if he could answer one out of ten questions, it was considered a compliment, and the answer probably had something to do with Mr. Fu.

"Master Fu and Chao Luo's tents have been arranged."

Chu Yan hummed, and did not forget to explain: "Men and women are different, don't arrange them too close."

"Understood." How could Chongyang fail to understand what he meant, "It would probably take half an hour for them to walk one by one."

Chu Yan didn't speak again, Chongyang glanced at him, and said tentatively, "Why don't you check the matter of Chao Luo and Shen Yanting?"

"..."

Chu Yan's eyes moved, and he leaned back against the armchair, raised his gaze, and said to the soldier next to him, "Watch out and don't let anyone in."

"Yes."

The little soldier clapped his hands together and hurried out of the tent.

Chu Yan wanted to get up and take a few steps, but Chongyang stopped him and said, "Your knee injury hasn't healed yet, so you shouldn't move around too much, otherwise Mr. Fu will come over to change your medicine later, and when you see the injury, you will probably have to talk about it for a long time."

After half of the action, Chu Yan sat back down again, looking a little depressed in his eyes, and said lightly: "The imperial doctor in the imperial hospital is still pestering him?"

"Don't mention it." Chongyang said helplessly, "Mr. Fu was dragged away by those old men before he got into the tent."

Chu Yan frowned, and before he could speak, Chongyang, who had a 'common understanding' with him, interrupted: "Got it."

He sat on the armchair beside him, "I'll get Mr. Fu back later."

"What did you think of what I just said?"

Chu Yan's eyes were deep, and he said slowly: "I will go to the Extremely Cold Valley next month, and we will talk about it after I finish going."

"In a few days, you take Fu Shiyu and the others to stay in the city."

Chongyang said in a deep voice, "What's going to happen?"

Chu Yan shook his head.He wasn't entirely sure yet, but it never hurt to be on the lookout.

"My lord, someone is looking for you outside." The soldier outside asked for instructions.

Chongyang stood up from the chair, "I'm going to catch Mr. Fu."

"Yeah." Chu Yan said: "Tell him not to come, I'm fine."

Chongyang thought of Mr. Fu's smiling face that didn't look aggressive, but sometimes made people feel creepy, and couldn't help but have a headache and said, "I'll try my best."

When going out, Chongyang saw that the person standing at the door was Shen Yanting, his eyes were startled, Shen Yanting was also a little stunned, after realizing it, he gave him a faint smile.

Chongyang silently nodded, and walked away with a gloomy expression.

He didn't have a good impression of this man, although he seemed to have the same temperament as Mr. Fu, and was also a good-tempered person, but Shen Yanting's eyes and demeanor always made Chong Yang a little uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

Seeing Shen Yanting lift the sheepskin curtain and come in, Chu Yan couldn't help showing a trace of irritability.

Looking at his impatient expression, Shen Yanting felt aggrieved and sad in his heart.

He held back the tears that were about to burst into his eyes, and whispered softly: "I've made up my mind."

"I'll go back tomorrow, and I won't come here again."

Chu Yan responded blankly, seeing that he didn't say anything to stay, Shen Yanting's eyes were full of disappointment, he shrugged his shoulders pretending to be relaxed, and said with a smile: "Before you leave, why don't you drink a glass and go to the bar."

After finishing speaking, he raised his head expectantly, facing Shang Chuyan's Gujing Wubo's eyes.

Shen Yanting's heart trembled suddenly, as if he felt oppressed by a poisonous snake biting his throat, he smiled stiffly, "Forget that you are injured now."

"How about replacing the bar with tea?"

Chu Yan remained silent, those black eyes seemed to be able to peek into all the hidden thoughts in his heart, making Shen Yanting who was standing opposite him look restless and panicked.

He clenched his sleeves tightly and said with a forced smile, "Since you don't want to, forget it."

After saying that, just as he was about to go out, Chu Yan suddenly said, "Let's go."

Shen Yanting's shoulders stiffened, and after realizing it, he immediately walked over to the desk happily, picked up the teapot on which the tea had been brewed, and poured some warm tea into the two tea gu.

Trembling, he handed it to Chu Yan's mouth. Chu Yan glanced at him calmly. He lowered his head and took a shallow sip of the slightly rippling tea.

The two were so close that he could smell the faint sandalwood fragrance from Shen Yanting's body.

Seeing that Chu Yan drank, a gleam of light flashed in the depths of Shen Yanting's eyes, just as he was about to pick up another cup of tea and drink it, Chu Yan's deep and flat voice suddenly rang in his ears.

"Why isn't Sijin with you?"

The tea gu held by Shen Yanting trembled, some tea water gushed out and wet Haobai's wrists and sleeves.

Chu Yan didn't seem to see his panicked expression, and continued: "I seem to have seen her in the barracks today, so I asked casually."

Shen Yanting clenched his lower lip, silently put the tea Gu back on the table, and said softly: "Since you know, why drink it?"

Chu Yan leaned forward slightly, with an indistinct sarcasm in his eyes, and said quietly: "Who said there was something wrong with the pot I drank."

With tears in his eyes, Shen Yanting raised his hand to caress Chu Yan's handsome face with dark complexion, and said with a sob: "Xian Xing, you really misunderstood me."

He bent down, slowly approached Chu Yan's ear, and explained, "That pot of tea is fine."

As Shen Yanting approached, the sandalwood fragrance became more and more intense. Chu Yan's expression turned cold, and he sensed something was wrong, so he pushed Shen Yanting away vigorously, and quickly got up from the chair.

As soon as he stood up, Chu Yan felt dizzy for a while, and almost fell back to his seat. Seeing Shen Yanting approaching step by step with a smile, his voice was full of tenderness and bewitchment, "Xian Xing, you are tired, I will help you go." Rest on the couch."

As soon as he walked up to Chu Yan, he was kicked and flew away.

Chu Yan stared at him coldly, and said in disgust, "Get lost."

It was as if he had crushed the word in his throat, and then forced it out from between his teeth.

Shen Yanting didn't leave, on the contrary, he climbed forward with slightly disheveled clothes, grabbed Chu Yan's short boots with both hands, with a sinister smile in his eyes, "Xian Xing, without me, you can't do it."

"This is not ordinary Mixiang." He raised his head, as if he was explaining seriously, provided that the harshness in his tone was ignored.

"This is made by firing the Emotional Illusion Gu, it cannot be forced out with internal force."

He sat up and put his face against Chu Yan's calf, his eyes were full of fascination and lust, "Let me help you? Yes."

"Is this what you learned?"

A mocking and indifferent voice from above instantly made Shen Yanting fall into an ice cave. He raised his head in disbelief, looked at Chu Yan's expressionless expression, and murmured blankly, "No! Impossible!"

Chu Yan pulled out his leg, kicked Shen Yanting's chest mercilessly, and said with dark eyes: "With these little tricks, I was delusional to let me fall into your trap."

"Are you underestimating me, or are you overestimating yourself?"

Shen Yanting was greatly shocked, and said in a hoarse voice: "Impossible! No one can escape the Emotional Illusion Gu, you must be lying to me!"

He restlessly wanted to touch Chu Yan's thigh with his hands, but instead the hard soles of his boots crushed the back of his hand. Chu Yan crushed hard like he was stepping on an ant. Shen Yanting screamed in pain, which could be clearly heard in his ears. The cracking sound of knuckles.

Chu Yan slowly withdrew his foot, Shen Yanting's hand was already bloody from being stepped on, he remembered that he still had to play the piano and paint, he couldn't help feeling sad, his eyes were red and wept bitterly: "You are so ruthless, so ruthless!" heart!"

"..."

Chu Yan turned around and walked out of the big tent. Shen Yanting saw his slightly hurried footsteps, and a strong intuition suddenly rose in his heart.

He rushed forward, stalking Chu Yan's powerful thigh, and quickly glanced at the position between his legs from the corner of his eye, but the expected scene did not appear.

—the place lay quietly.

The last straw that Shen Yanting was holding on to was gone now, he slumped on the ground with a dejected face, watching Chu Yan stride away with a dull expression.

As soon as he left the camp, Chu Yan suddenly spat out a mouthful of thick blood. Seeing this, the two soldiers next to him immediately surrounded him and asked, "My lord, do you want to find a military doctor?"

Without saying a word, Chu Yan slammed them away vigorously. The scene in front of him was spinning, and he could only use his last remaining energy to run forward. He just wanted to let the whistling evening wind blow away from the depths of his body. The scorching heat and desire. Fire that is boiling.

Fu Shiyu was dragged out of the imperial physician's tent by Chongyang and ran all the way.

Before reaching the tent where Chu Yan was resting, he saw a figure stumbling towards the night in the distance.

After Chongyang and Fu Shiyu recognized who that person was, they looked at each other, seeing astonishment in each other's eyes, and they hurriedly chased after him.

Fu Shiyu took the lead, hugged Chu Yan who was walking straight ahead, and asked out of breath, "What's wrong with you?"

His soft and light voice was like a clear spring in a mountain stream, flowing in slowly from the ear canal, restoring a sliver of clarity to Chu Yan, who had a muddy mind. Pounce on Fu Shiyu.

Although he couldn't move his hands, he was tall and strong after all. Fu Shiyu's thin body couldn't resist him. When he didn't notice for a while, he was directly knocked into the wet grass by this man.

Before Fu Shiyu could react, the man's scorching hot breath rushed to his face unexpectedly, and his slightly cool lips were bitten into his mouth hastily.

Immediately, the wet and hot tongue forcibly pried open the teeth, ravaging the soft inner wall of his mouth violently and recklessly, Fu Shiyu's mouth seemed to be numb from the heat of this fierce kiss, and he felt that the tip of Chu Yan's tongue seemed to reach deep into the root of his tongue , His pupils dilated slightly in fright, and he pinched Chu Yan's waist heavily with his right hand.

Chu Yan was in pain, and the kiss loosened. Just as Fu Shiyu turned his face away, this man kissed him again, and finally dodged. The nimble swimming snake licked Fu Shiyu's ear pinna cunningly, and even wanted to drill into the small ear hole.

Chongyang next to him didn't expect such a hot scene, his black face blushed, and Fu Shiyu, who was just about to walk away, took a hard breath, and hurriedly said: "Brother Chongyang, get him into the tent first. "

Chongyang looked at the prince who was buried in Fu Shiyu's neck and licked carelessly, and said in a dilemma: "This... Mr. Fu, why don't you just obey the prince."

As soon as the words fell, Fu Shiyu's cold eyes like knives swept over. Chongyang didn't dare to speak nonsense anymore. He stepped forward and knocked Chu Yan who was buried between Fu Shiyu's neck unconscious, then bent down and carried him on his shoulders, towards Fu Shiyu. Go to the resting tent.

Fu Shiyu tidied up the messy clothes on his body, saw the direction he was running, and felt a bad premonition in his heart, and hurriedly said: "Hey, Brother Chongyang, no!"

Chongyang seemed to be chasing after some ghosts and snakes, striding away without paying attention, Fu Shiyu felt helpless, but he had no choice but to follow first.

As soon as he entered Fu Shiyu's tent, Chongyang threw Chu Yan on the couch like a snake and scorpion, and then ran away in a hurry.

Fu Shiyu ran slowly, how could he catch up with his bold pace.

When I got back to the tent, Chongyang had disappeared, only the "flood beast" was lying on the bed with flushed face and moaning unbearably.

Fu Shiyu walked over step by step, but before he got close, Chu Yan suddenly opened his eyes, and Fu Shiyu took a step back in fright.

Chu Yan, who seemed to be being burned by a raging fire, saw the vigilance in Fu Shiyu's eyes, his confused mind suddenly cleared up, and he reprimanded with a gloomy expression, "Get out!"

Fu Shiyu really wanted to get out, but seeing that his arms were tied and unable to move, he could only give up the idea of ​​letting this person solve it by himself.

He walked to the desk, picked up the brush in the pen holder, and hurriedly wrote Zhang's prescription for clearing heat and detoxifying, then walked out of the tent, and shouted into the darkness, "Brother Chongyang!"

The night was quiet and Chongyang refused to come out. Fu Shiyu was worried that he would disturb other soldiers, so he didn't dare to shout again, so he could only put the prescription on the grass in front, "You ask Chaoluo to bring the medicine, and then you Go get some buckets of cold water from the river."

Seeing that no one answered, Fu Shiyu turned around and went back into the tent. This time he didn't hesitate any more, he went straight to the side of the bed, looked down at the red-faced, dizzy-eyed person, and said in embarrassment: "My lord, I will help you!" Bar."

"—by hand."

The author has something to say: Should this be counted as indirect together?Hold your head and run away.