After the villain was scumbag, he was reborn

It was the first time seeing Fu Shiyu so at a loss and standing there without saying a word, while Chu Yan felt bitter in his heart, he also felt a hint of irony inexplicably.

Rao had expected this person's 'heartfelt' towards Feng Changxing, but he thought that the first time he expressed his heart, he would end up like this.

Chu Yan was depressed, and his face became more and more gloomy. Now he is tired of even looking at Fu Shiyu.

He got up from the couch with difficulty, just about to get out of the tent.

"My son, if what you want is me, why bother with the country?"

Fu Shiyu was puzzled, and asked him with a frown, "After the crown prince ascends the throne, I can leave with you."

"Leave?" Hearing this, Chu Yan approached quickly, his gloomy eyes slowly falling on his face, "I'm afraid you won't be able to leave if you want to."

Hearing that there was something in his words, Fu Shiyu asked strangely, "Why did your son say such things?"

Chu Yan, who knew the crown prince's dirty thoughts, felt so miserable that he couldn't express it. He silently looked at Fu Shiyu's ignorant eyes, and couldn't help feeling a sense of powerlessness that couldn't be shaken off.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Fu Shiyu's expression became slightly condensed.

He couldn't figure out why this person had such great hostility towards the prince, it was clear that they had nothing to do with each other.

In the original book, he also designed the prince to become the deposed emperor, but before he had time to see why Chu Yan wanted to frame the prince, he inexplicably transmigrated into the book.

It's been so long, and no one has ever said that there is any unbearable hatred between them.

Could it be because the villain is destined to interact with the protagonist?

Fu Shiyu was puzzled, looking at Chu Yan's dead face with nothing in his heart, he couldn't help but secretly sighed.

He definitely won't tell himself.

Fu Shiyu pondered for a long time, then spoke again: "Since this is the case, then I will pretend that I have not said these words today, and that I have not heard what the prince said."

For some reason, he felt a little irritable, and there was a hint of impoliteness in his words, "Just treat each other as farting, and the smell will disappear when it dissipates."

Chu Yan, who was supposed to be angry on his own, now saw that this person started to lose his temper, and couldn't bear it and said, "Why are you crazy?"

Fu Shiyu said calmly, "I'm not crazy."

"The prince must ascend the throne."

Chu Yan's eyes were gloomy, as if he didn't understand, he asked, "So?"

Fu Shiyu thought that this person was pretending to be confused, and gradually lost his patience, and said coldly: "If the prince wants to stop it, then we can only"

"Break it in two, part ways?" Chu Yan interrupted blankly, staring at Fu Shiyu who didn't know why, and said sarcastically, "What right do you have to order me?"

Fu Shiyu's face was startled, he didn't understand what he meant, and he didn't have time to speak.

Chu Yan suddenly bent down, staring at him coldly.

The distance between the two was very close, and the tips of their noses seemed to be touching. Fu Shiyu looked at the obsession in his eyes that was so strong that he couldn't get rid of it, and felt mixed feelings in his heart.

Chu Yan stared at him, and said word by word: "What I want, I have never missed it in my life."

"If I want Jiangshan, it will definitely not fall into the hands of the prince in the end. If I want you..."

Chu Yan deliberately paused for a beat, and Fu Shiyu's heart would also jump wildly.

"Then no one can take it away."

He couldn't move his hands, but like wolves, tigers, leopards, and beasts, Fu Shiyu, who was in front of him abruptly, forced him to the corner of the tent.

Chu Yan leaned against Fu Shiyu's slightly cold side cheeks, and his scorching breath sprayed on the base of his ears, and that fair and delicate skin instantly turned a faint blush.

"Jiangshan is mine, but you... I won't hand it over to others."

Fu Shiyu's heart skipped a beat, and he stopped avoiding it. He met Chu Yan's gaze frankly and said with a smile, "Could it be that your son has forgotten that there are the third prince and the sixth prince?"

"The third prince is not stupid, and he has been keeping a low profile all these years. Even if the throne does not fall into the hands of the prince, it will be very difficult for the prince to get the throne. In addition, according to the power and status of the Chu family, the emperor will secretly guard against it. , for the son, it is even more difficult."

When the third prince was mentioned, a trace of indescribable complexity flashed in Chu Yan's eyes.

If he wanted to support someone to ascend to the throne, then the Third Prince was indeed the person he should consider the most.

It's just that Shi Mianmian's death in his previous life was finally found to be somewhat related to him. Thinking of Fu Shiyu's disappearance later, he also vaguely guessed that he could not escape the relationship with this person.

So from the very beginning, he had no intention of letting the third prince ascend the throne. Besides, after the third prince...

"My son!" Chongyang shouted anxiously outside the tent.

"Are you and Mr. Fu still busy?"

Chu Yan put away his thoughts and asked in a cold voice, "What's wrong?"

Chongyang opened the curtain and walked in, reporting: "Shen Yanting has escaped."

"Last night, I arrested him and put him in prison. I was going to wait for you to release him, but just now a soldier came to report that he had disappeared."

Chu Yan's eyes darkened when he heard this.

Heavily guarded and surrounded layer upon layer, this person was able to escape.

It seems that they have underestimated him all these years.

"Then what should we do now?" Chongyang asked.

Chu Yan pondered for a moment and said, "They didn't go far."

"Follow the road in the capital."

"Okay." Chongyang said: "Then I will send troops to capture him now."

He was just about to go out when he remembered something, "The general asked you to go to his tent."

"Let Mr. Fu go too."

Chu Yan's expression sank slightly, "Yes."

It should have happened last night, his father got wind of it.

He looked at Fu Shiyu next to him, and said calmly: "After you pack your things, you will go to Fengyang City tonight."

Fu Shiyu didn't understand that he suddenly wanted to leave the barracks by himself, and suddenly remembered that this person had promised himself to go to Gu'er Village together, but because of the sudden plague, he was delayed, so he asked, "Gu'er Village, when are you going?"

"Next month." Chu Yan walked out of the tent, "Chongyang will find you then."

Fu Shiyu snorted, hurriedly followed his footsteps, and asked with a keen intuition: "What's going to happen?"

Chu Yan was troubled, but there was no abnormality on his face. After saying that he was fine, he went to the Chinese army tent where King Guangling was located in silence.

When the two came in, King Guangling was writing something at his desk.

Hearing footsteps, he put down the ink-stained Langhao pen, and glanced at them uncertainly.

The two bowed their hands without changing their faces and heartbeats.

"See Father."

"See General."

King Guangling sat behind the case, with a sullen face and said nothing.

The tense atmosphere that was on the verge of breaking out surged silently in the air. After a long time, he suddenly said without beginning or end: "Doctor Fu has made great achievements in the military camp this time. Have you thought about any rewards?"

Fu Shiyu's eyes were slightly stunned, and he said lightly: "Thank you, General, the efforts of the grassroots are not worth mentioning. The general and the soldiers are free from illness and disaster, and they are in good health. This is the greatest reward for the grassroots."

"Really?" King Guangling gave him a meaningful look, and his words were somewhat oppressive, "You should think about it, the general is now preparing a memorial to report."

"Once you submit your military merits, you can find a position in the court. You will enjoy glory and wealth for the rest of your life. You don't have to worry about food and clothing. You don't have to be an insignificant military doctor in the military camp. You don't have enough food and clothing. I have to accompany the soldiers to enjoy the wind and the sun, if the Huns come, there is still the risk of losing their lives."

He deliberately exaggerated that he wanted Fu Shiyu to move away from Chu Yan voluntarily.

Chu Yan was condensed in his heart. Although he was a human being in two lifetimes, he was not sure that Fu Shiyu would refuse

After all, if he is an official in the imperial court, he can get closer to the prince, help pave the way for the prince better, and even...

The more he thought about it, the more depressed he felt, so Chu Yan put away all his thoughts and quietly waited for Fu Shiyu's answer.

"..."

The corners of Fu Shiyu's mouth curled up, not knowing what he was thinking, he smiled and said, "Thank you, my lord."

There was no surprise on King Guangling's expression. He had obviously expected Fu Shiyu's answer long ago. Not only would he not be angry, but he also admired this man in his heart for his long-sightedness and understanding of flattery.

Fearing that he would go back on his word, King Guangling hastily picked up a pen and dipped the ink, "The general will write your name on it now."

"Zheng Gao, Wu Youlin, Changping..." Fu Shiyu looked indifferent, and inexplicably reported a dozen names, and finally, under the puzzled eyes of King Guangling, he slowly spit out the last name.

"Li Jianghan."

Hearing the last name, King Guangling finally understood who he was talking about.

"No more, no less, exactly eighteen."

Fu Shiyu said flatly: "Some of them are military doctors, and some are captured doctors. If the general wants to remember military merits, please count them."

King Guangling was stunned for a moment, then suddenly narrowed his eyes dangerously, and laughed out loud.

"interesting."

King Guangling got up from the grand master's chair, walked around the table, and walked up to Fu Shiyu, with a smile on his face, but his eyes were cold and dark.

"I see that Dr. Fu is a sensible person, but I didn't expect that he also likes to pretend to be confused." The tone of Guangling King suddenly became serious, and he said with a sullen face: "Then I will make my words clear today."

"I don't have to care about the mess you have with me, this bastard, I can even turn a blind eye to it, but if you want me to agree to take you into his backyard, unless I die, I won't be able to accept it for the rest of my life." possible."

Hearing this, Fu Shiyu was not only not angry, but a little happy on his face.

Regardless of whether King Guangling agrees or not, he has never planned to enter Chu Yan's backyard.

Chu Yan on the side suddenly interjected indifferently: "He won't go into the backyard."

"I will not marry either."

Fu Shiyu's heart trembled violently, almost suspecting that he had heard wrongly, he looked sideways at him reflexively, and the fingertips hanging in the wide sleeves also habitually pinched the palm of his hand.

Only belatedly did he realize that the original sentence, "You can spend the rest of your life together in exchange for having no wife and no children." '

……it is true.

King Guangling's expression was dull. He hoped that he would be deaf and blind, but he could live a long time and still be able to hear and see clearly. He heard the last sentence clearly.

King Guangling was like Choshi on fire, suddenly flew into a rage, panting heavily through his round nose, and his chest heaved violently.

If he hadn't thought about the injury of this scoundrel, the scalding tea cup on the table would have been thrown away long ago.

King Guangling, who hadn't gotten along well with his son for more than ten years, discovered the way father and son get along for the first time, and it turned out to be such a headache.

Chu Yan, who was the center of the storm, stood in front of him without any fear, and continued: "I don't want my father to be perfect, I just hope that you can continue to pretend not to see it in the future."

"Bastard!" King Guangling finally couldn't take it anymore, raised his hand and slapped him vigorously.

When he was furious, he would naturally not be merciful in his strikes.

Chu Yan tilted his face, and instantly there were clear red and swollen fingerprints on his cheeks, and there were even signs of gradually turning blue.

With a slap down, King Guangling was still furious, and pointed at Chu Yan for a long time, before finally suffocating a flimsy word from his mouth in a fit of rage.

Chu Yan really followed what he said, stretched out his hand and grabbed Fu Shiyu who was dazed beside him, and strode out.

"Sir."

Fu Shiyu looked at the tall and wide figure in front of him, feeling a little flustered, and hurriedly said, "Wait."

Chu Yan let go of his hand and turned around. Fu Shiyu wanted to see a flicker of escape from these sharp sword eyes, but from the beginning to the end, this man's eyes were always calm and peaceful.

The calm gaze made Fu Shiyu look like a stinky ditch rat exposed to the bright light, shrinking in a dark alley with low self-esteem.

It turned out that it was not this person who hesitated, but the self who had never dared to face it.

He despicably used this person's status, thoughts, and gender as excuses to cover up his inner cowardice and hesitation.

But now, the future prince who Fu Shiyu made into a dignified, pedantic and stereotyped man who will sooner or later have three wives and four concubines, and many heirs, finally uses the most direct and simplest method to expose Fu Shiyu's deepest secrets by surprise. Dirtiest ugliness.

Fu Shiyu sighed inaudibly, and there was a trace of exhaustion in his brows.

"You don't have to."

Chu Yan was taken aback, not understanding what he meant.

Fu Shiyu was sleepy, like an eggplant after frost, and he lost all energy.

"I'm not worth it."

The author has something to say: I'm sorry, Chu Yan, who has been an old c man in this life, reacted too violently, and you may have misunderstood something. He and Shi Yu are currently in a preliminary manual relationship, not a mechanical relationship.

Also, I would like to ask a question that has nothing to do with the text.

As a pseudonym, is Mr. Twenty Paintings more pleasant, or Bald Two Dogs?