After the villain was scumbag, he was reborn

Ten days later, accompanied by a continuous and annoying rain, this day can be regarded as the beginning of autumn.

The rain tended to intensify this night, and Chu Yan was a little dazed when he heard the muffled sound of heavy raindrops falling on the roof of the tent.

King Guangling sitting opposite him blew tea foam, "What are you thinking?"

Chu Yan recovered, but did not speak.

King Guangling glanced at him, how could he not understand this kid's twisted thoughts.

"I heard that you sent the young man to Fengyang?"

Chu Yan hummed lightly.

"It's good to see you off." King Guangling snorted coldly, "I won't get mad at you."

He was a bit evasive about this topic, and he didn't want to talk more after mentioning a sentence. He glanced at Chu Yan's arm that had been removed from the plank, and asked, "Is your injury better?"

"much better."

Fighting on the battlefield, injuries are common, and besides, the body of martial arts practitioners is naturally much stronger than others. As long as you don't use knives and guns these days, other simple daily activities can still be done.

"Recently, the weather in Beijing has also changed."

King Guangling collapsed on the ground, his eyes were full of meaning, as if he sighed casually, "The emperor is sick on the couch now, and the prince will temporarily supervise the country in the middle of the court."

"It seems that this infighting is going to be put on the table."

Chu Yan frowned slightly, but the first thing he thought of was the man's reaction when he heard the news.

No need to think about it, he must be happy.

"Forget it, the important thing is the most important thing. Since we are far away at the border, there is no need to worry about the affairs of the court for the time being."

Chu Yan, who knew his end, naturally couldn't ignore these things like King Guangling. Besides, the court changed and the king's heart was unpredictable. Once Emperor Sui Qing died, if the country fell into the hands of the prince, the powerful Chu The family will naturally become a thorn in his side, and it will be difficult to get out of the whole body.

"Leave the matter in the barracks to you for a few days."

Chu Yan put away his troubled thoughts, and said lightly: "My father plans to lead his troops to Langya Valley?"

"Yes." King Guangling said, "Recently, due to the epidemic, the morale of the army has been greatly affected. If the Huns invade again, they may mess up their own feet. There is no guarantee that no one will stir up the muddy water and take advantage of others' danger."

"I'll go." Chu Yan said in a deep voice, "I've been to Langya Valley several times before, and the terrain is more familiar than my father."

"No way!" King Guangling flatly refused, "You should stay in the barracks to recuperate."

"Furthermore, there is no reason for me to hide behind my son. Although my health is not as good as before, it is still more than enough to kill a few Huns."

Chu Yan frowned, and tapped his fingers on the table with his right hand, "My father misunderstood, that's not what I'm worried about."

"The Xiongnu's attack is too strange. If they are not lambs waiting to be slaughtered, but butchers with hatchets in their hands, wouldn't it be a trap for us to go there?"

King Guangling thought for a while, and guessed the meaning of his words.

He didn't understand why Chu Yan was always hostile to Duke Qing. On the one hand, he was his son, and on the other hand, he was a good teacher and helpful friend. Be wary, I'm afraid he's really going to be chilled."

Chu Yan's face was slightly condensed. The arrival of Qing Guogong and the Huns' invasion were too coincidental. He always felt that there was some huge conspiracy hidden in it, but he didn't know how to tell his father about his doubts.

After all, the fact that the soul of the previous life lives in the body is too unimaginable. Even if the truth is told, King Guangling will only think that he is bewitched by evil spirits and suffering from nightmares.

He said indifferently, "I'm not doubting Duke Qing's intentions."

"Didn't my father just say that the morale of the army is not stable, so it's better to be careful in everything."

Seeing his firm face, King Guangling couldn't help but sighed helplessly, "Okay, I'll listen to you once, and send Ying Zhu to check it out before making a decision."

Chu Yan nodded lightly, got up from the mat, cupped his hands and said: "Then the father will rest earlier, and the child will leave first."

King Guangling glanced at him and said meaningfully: "You are still seriously injured, stay safe and don't run around."

"Yes."

Just finished answering the previous moment, and then went to the stable to lead the favorite horse that he usually rides on weekdays.

King Guangling kicked over the short case angrily after listening to the secret, and cursed: "It's hard to stop for a few days, but now he ran away again. I don't know what ecstasy soup that young man gave this scoundrel!"

There is no ecstasy soup in Xiao Langzhong, only a paper lantern left under the eaves on a rainy night with a dim light.

The military camp is not far from Fengyang City, and riding a horse is only a stick of incense.

Chu Yan pushed open the rain-soaked wooden door and quickly stepped across the low threshold. Chongyang was guarding the gate of the courtyard with a big knife in his arms, dozing off little by little. Eye-catching.

Fu Shiyu was sitting in the study, answering the prince's letter.

Since coming to the border, the journey is long, and the correspondence between them has decreased a lot. He wanted to write a letter to ask the prince about the military doctor last time, but thinking that he might have his own plans, he could only treat it as a case of being deceived. in the drum.

Hearing the movement outside, Fu Shiyu hurriedly put away the letter.

The door was pushed open, and Chu Yan, who was drenched in the autumn rain, stepped in the door, and the cool air with him rushed over his face.

Fu Shiyu glanced at him, "The injury on Shi Zi's hand is healed?"

Chu Yan hummed indifferently, removing the cloak and bamboo hat, Fu Shiyu was afraid that this person would catch a cold, so he turned around and found a sweat towel and threw it to him.

"It's so late, what does the prince want from me?"

After wiping the rain off his face, Chu Yan said slowly, "When the rain stops, I'll take you to Gu'er Village."

Fu Shiyu was startled, "Isn't it next month?"

Chu Yan was silent for a while, and just about to speak, he glanced at the letter paper pressed under the scroll on the case out of the corner of his eye, and vaguely guessed something in his heart.

The unfinished words were swallowed back into the stomach again.

If he wants to prevent the crown prince from ascending the throne, the ghost cavalry army is the last card in his hand. He planned to solve the problem of the Huns' invasion first, but since the prince has started to supervise the country, the whereabouts of another ghost cavalry order will naturally be no longer possible. delay.

Seeing that he was reluctant to speak for a long time, Fu Shiyu was going to stop talking, but Chu Yan suddenly said: "The prince is in charge of the country."

Fu Shiyu was slightly startled.

There is no news about the border crossing, what happened in the capital, by the time we hear the news here, it may be ten days later.

What really disturbed him was that this time the Prince's letter did not mention anything about supervising the country.

Whether he is unwilling or dare not, if it is because he does not dare, does it mean that the crown prince supervises the country and hides something that he cannot let himself know.

And Chu Yan's next sentence confirmed his guess, "The emperor prefers the third prince."

Fu Shiyu struggled and said, "Perhaps the Holy One has changed his mind now."

Chu Yan sneered, directly breaking the last illusion in his heart, "Impossible."

"The prince's mother family is a thorn in the emperor's heart. Even if the throne is destined to fall into the prince's hands in the end, he will not hand it over to the prince easily."

Hearing his certainty, Fu Shiyu was a little curious, and asked, "Why are you so sure?"

Chu Yan pursed his thin lips, looked at the flickering light of the candlestick on the table, and said with long eyes, "It's not a certainty, it's a fact."

In the last generation, the crown prince forced the palace, and Emperor Qing of the Sui Dynasty was imprisoned in the cold palace. I heard that when he died, the whole body was as thin as a skeleton, and there was no good place on his body. You can tell that you have suffered inhuman torture. , but even if he was treated like this, the crown prince still failed to get the justifiable imperial edict from Emperor Qing of Sui Dynasty.

Chu Yan, who heard the news back then, realized that he had always underestimated Emperor Sui Qing's hatred for the crown prince.

Such a person would now willingly let the prince oversee the country and intervene in the court, Chu Yan did not believe it in his heart.

Fu Shiyu suddenly heard the sound of rain outside stop, he went to the window and pushed it open.

"It's not raining anymore." He murmured.

The dark clouds dissipated, the moon was bright and the wind was clear, and the remaining rainwater on the blue tiles flowed along the eaves and fell on the porch with an unusually clear sound.

"Then let's go." Chu Yan put on his cloak again and walked out the door.

Fu Shiyu glanced at his arms, frowned and said, "If you're riding a horse, can your hands do it?"

"Ah."

Chu Yan pushed open the door, stepped out, and was keenly aware of a icy killing intent from afar. Before his mind could react, his body instinctively hugged Fu Shiyu with his backhand and hid to the side.

A gleaming feathered arrow almost brushed against the side of Chu Yan's face, and nailed straight to the door frame behind him.

"You go in and stay." Chu Yan let go of Fu Shiyu, and pulled out the sword at his waist with a gloomy expression.

Fengyang is the city where the Qing army is stationed, and I don't know who has the guts to come here to cause trouble.

Fu Shiyu hummed lightly, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

The cool moonlight reflected this small yard, and from time to time there was a short chirping of autumn cicadas from the weeds that were half the height of a person around, but there was no other movement.

Hearing the sound, Chongyang also rushed over with a knife in hand, "What happened?"

Chu Yan glanced behind him indicatively, "You take him away."

Chongyang could hear the seriousness in his tone, and he didn't dare to say much, just about to take Fu Shiyu away, when there was a sudden rustling sound from the grass.

After that, more than a dozen black shadows sprang out and quickly surrounded the courtyard from all directions.

As they approached, when he saw the brown armor on those black shadows, Chongyang's pupils constricted and he said in shock, "This... this is a soldier from Daqing!"

Chu Yan frowned suddenly, thinking that there were rebel soldiers, but when he met the pupils of these soldiers, he vaguely felt something was wrong.

"Your Majesty." Fu Shiyu who was standing behind them also noticed, "They seem to be controlled by someone."

Chu Yan didn't open his mouth, looking at these soldiers with empty eyes, stiff limbs, but agile and quick steps, something flashed deep in his memory, but he didn't have time to grasp this fleeting thought.

Seeing those soldiers rushing over with their swords in hand, he said coldly to take him away, and then went up to meet them first.

What is this weirdness that I didn't grasp...

Thoughts were spinning in Chu Yan's mind, but his movements were unambiguous. In just one cup of tea, a dozen soldiers were knocked unconscious to the ground by the horizontal blade.

These soldiers should be puppets without thinking and without the ability to help themselves, otherwise, with my current wounded body, I would never have subdued them so easily.

Chu Yan pondered for a moment, then suddenly glanced at the soldiers below who seemed to have something in their ears.

He raised his foot and kicked the soldier over. The ears hidden behind the sideburns were clearly exposed under the moonlight. Two thin tentacles protruded from them, and then a red centipede the size of a little finger came out. Crawl out of the ear hole.

Chu Yan's pupils opened slightly, and the light that he hadn't had time to catch just now flashed in his mind again.

He Sheng! ! !

He also had this thing in his ears when he died in the previous life.

He finally understood...

Why was he and his mother chased and killed by He Sheng when they were young, and after falling off a cliff, they happened to be rescued by that person.

And why an 'ordinary' fugitive can help Mrs. Wang find a prescription that even the Imperial Physicians of the court can't discern the mystery.

In the end, he still had the ability to sneak into the barracks, holding the long-lost secret poison, Sanshi San, in his hand.

Turns out it was the wrong point all along.

He Sheng's body was burned in this life, and he didn't have time to see if there was such a thing in his ear.

But whether there is or not, He Sheng is not the cause of everything, but...

The person who manipulated him behind the scenes!

As if aware of something, Chu Yan suddenly raised his head, only to see an oncoming feathered arrow piercing the night, and it was very close in the blink of an eye.

wrong……

wrong!

This arrow is not aimed at oneself!

Realizing a certain possibility, Chu Yan suddenly felt a sense of fear that made him fall into an ice cave. Before he could open his mouth, he saw that thin and slender blue figure, like a beam of dazzling fire that lit up at night. Mang, fragile and unusually tall, stood in front of him.

"Get out! Don't pass"

Before he finished yelling this sentence, the last word was interrupted by hot blood splashing on his face.

The author has something to say: There are two updates today, and the update time is uncertain.

感谢在2020-04-2321:42:15~2020-04-2510:22:54期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of muttering;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!