After the villain was scumbag, he was reborn

Sui Qing No.40 New Year's Eve

The weather that is about to start the new year has not warmed up, and it is snowing heavily all day long.

The common people in the streets and alleys have been talking about the collusion between Prince Daqing Feng Changxing and the foreign party most frequently recently.

According to them, this prince, who had no known achievements, dared to conspire to usurp the throne secretly, and even tried to harm his own father, who is the king of a country.

Fortunately, at the last moment, the third prince and King Guangling rushed into the palace with their troops, shattering the prince's plot, and finally died tragically in that fierce battle.

As for the late emperor, he couldn't wait for the good news of the prince's death. On the day of his enthronement, the prince had just stepped forward, and he hanged himself in the palace. When the third prince arrived, the late emperor was already out of breath.

And they found a female body in the cold palace that should have been dead for a few days, it was the long-lost Princess Ursa.

The country cannot be without a king for a day, and the dragon seat cannot be vacant for too long. The ministers who regained their sanity all spoke one after another, begging the third prince to inherit the throne and preside over the overall situation.

The third prince backed down a few times, and finally put on the dragon robe and sat on the chair that symbolized the pinnacle of power.

The new emperor changed Sui Qing to Zong Sheng, and made his birth mother Xianfei the empress dowager, amnesty for the world, and the officials praised her for her generosity.

Soon after ascending the throne, Emperor Zong Sheng issued an imperial decree.

Liu Dashi of the Imperial Academy, the left minister of the court, and the Minister of the Household Department who has not worn the black hat for a few days, etc., all the remaining parties related to the prince were thrown into prison. , the family barely survived, but the death penalty was inevitable, and the living crime was inevitable. The men were exiled to the frontier to do hard labor, and the women were demoted to slavery, and they were assigned to brothels or rich families to be prostitutes or concubines.

As for the concubines in the former empress's palace, those who were buried with them, those who were sent out of the palace, the palace that was usually singing and dancing, also began to become deserted.

As for King Guangling who made the most contribution this time, Emperor Zongsheng didn't seem to be "soft" when he rewarded him. After conferring the land, he added Chu Yan as the first regent of Daqing, and then rewarded him with second-class merit, and named him Marquis of Wu'an , and other civil and military officials who did not participate in the palace change also received some gifts regardless of size.

This huge palace chaos finally subsided gradually, and the people in the capital also ushered in a brand new year following the newly appointed emperor.

Even though it was the New Year, but because of the death of the late emperor, the whole country was in turmoil, and the continuous howling and crying could be heard in the palace for days, so the whole capital was not only not lively, but also looked a bit more bleak and desolate.

Zongsheng New Year's Day

On this day, after Chu Yan bid farewell to Zong Shengdi, he left the capital in a hurry.

Chongyang was driving a carriage and was sitting at the gate of the palace waiting for him.

Seeing people coming out, he jumped out of the carriage and let out a sigh of relief, "Why is it taking so long today?"

Chu Yan didn't answer, just opened the curtain, got into the warm carriage, and said lightly, "Go home."

"Obey!" Chongyang's face was flushed with cold, and he cheerfully raised his whip, "Drive—"

The newly granted mansion by Emperor Zong Sheng was not far from the palace, within half a stick of incense, I heard Chong Yang shouting outside, "It's here."

"It's so fucking cold, I'll go in first, you can come out by yourself."

Chu Yan hummed, and found that his body was covered with wind and snow. He sat in the carriage for a while, and got out of the carriage after feeling warmer.

No servants have been invited in the palace, and now they are all served by the palace servants bestowed by Emperor Zongsheng.

"My lord, do you want to go to the study first? The servants have already prepared hot tea, and now tell them to bring it in for you." The housekeeper who was waiting at the gate of the mansion hurried forward and asked.

"No need." Chu Yan asked as he walked, "Did he come out of the house today?"

Although he didn't mention his name, the butler instantly understood who the prince was asking.

"Go back to your lord, that nobleman has been resting in the house and never came out." The butler replied.

He used to be an old eunuch in the palace with poisonous eyes. These days, whenever the prince returned to the mansion, he would go to the small courtyard in the mansion and never come out all night.

But the person living in the courtyard, the housekeeper has not seen He Zise before, he can be fascinated by this cold-hearted regent, who is used to seeing beauties in the palace, he can't help being a little curious at this moment.

After hearing the butler's reply, Chu Yan's face became a little gloomy, and the sadness was clearly visible between his brows.

"Available for breakfast?"

"Use it." The housekeeper nodded, "Today, the slave saw at the door that half of the eight-treasure porridge in the bowl was missing."

"En." Chu Yan saw it, took off the black cloak on his shoulders, and handed it to the butler next to him, "Let the kitchen bring the lunch here."

"Yes."

Chu Yan patted the snowflakes off his shoulders, then opened the door, and walked into the room without a sound.

Fu Shiyu was covered with a thick quilt, facing the wall, as if he was in a deep sleep.

The earth dragon was burning in the house, warm as spring, and the ice and snow outside seemed to be separated into two different seasons.

Chu Yan bent down and took off his coat and boots, walked to the side of the bed, lifted a corner of the quilt, and tentatively got in.

Hearing the light breathing of the person in front of him stop, Chu Yan stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his thin waist, and said in a low voice, "Woke you up?"

Fu Shiyu turned around, with eyes that had just woken up, and said sleepily, "Isn't there a dinner party in the palace today?"

"Yeah." Chu Yan leaned over and kissed his pointed chin, "I've already told the emperor that I won't go tonight."

"Is that okay?" Fu Shiyu frowned.

Chu Yan bit his neck as if he didn't hear anything, and mumbled: "What's wrong."

Fu Shiyu pushed him on the shoulder, "Your majestic regent, if you are absent from such an important occasion, I'm afraid it will cause dissatisfaction with the emperor and ministers."

"I don't care." Chu Yan grabbed his wrist, which was as thin as a dead tree branch, and it broke with a light fold.

He raised his head from Fu Shiyu's neck, and warned: "Don't lose weight."

Hearing his words, Fu Shiyu couldn't help being a little amused, "Whether you're skinny or not, how can I tell you how?"

Chu Yan looked gloomy, and said coldly: "The butler said that you drank half a bowl of porridge this morning."

"Isn't this not hungry?" Fu Shiyu put his cold hands in Chu Yan's warm chest to keep warm.

"Last night, you forced me to drink two bowls of chicken soup, and I still keep them in my stomach."

Chu Yan grabbed Fu Shiyu's troubled hand and warmed it in his palm, "The capital should be very lively tonight, why don't I take you out for a walk?"

Fu Shiyu was slightly startled, "Don't you hate going to crowded places the most?"

Chu Yan frowned, but did not speak.

"Forget it." Fu Shiyu leaned on Chu Yan's chest, "I don't like crowds either."

"If Chu Dongge was in the mansion, I'm afraid he would have gone crazy in the capital by now."

This name is a taboo in the hearts of the two of them. These days, they will subconsciously avoid it.

After Fu Shiyu said it, the atmosphere between the two of them, which was still warm, suddenly became stiff.

Chu Yan's eyes were deep, and he changed the subject: "Go to the lake, there are few people."

"..." Fu Shiyu, who rarely showed a smile, his eyes dimmed again, he nodded unhappily, closed his eyes again, and prepared to sleep for a while.

Chu Yan didn't speak again, and acted competently as Fu Shiyu's human body heater.

After a while, just when Chu Yan thought that Fu Shiyu had fallen asleep, he suddenly said something.

"Has Jin Lan not been found yet?"

Chu Yan's eyes were deep, and he hummed coldly.

Fu Shiyu sighed and didn't continue to ask.

After hearing the news of Chao Luo's death that day, Jin Lan rioted in the palace, and even planned to bring the ghost cavalry to carry out a retaliatory killing in the capital. Chu Yan and Chongyang led the troops to stop it, but Jin Lan was determined not to die, Just when I was having a headache, Zhuang Yue came.

After he handed Jin Lan a letter left by Chao Luo, he turned and left.

Taking the letter, Jin Lan locked herself in a small room, read every word for a whole night, and disappeared at dawn the next day. No one knew where he went. As for the rest of his Half of the ghost cavalry will be handed over to Chongyang to take care of them.

As for Chaoluo's corpse, Fu Shiyu chose a good day and cremated it.

He found a treasure land with quiet terrain and beautiful scenery, and buried Chao Luo's ashes without any abnormality.

Chu Yan took his calmness into his eyes, and felt more and more uncomfortable. He would rather that this person could point his nose and swear a few words, or hit him twice, than he would be like a boring gourd, staying behind closed doors all day long. , Everything is held in my heart.

In the evening, the bright lights in the capital were lit early, and the streets were decorated with lights and festoons, shining streamers. It was rare to look a little festive in this bleak winter day.

Fu Shiyu and Chu Yan boarded the cruise ship, the boatman was rowing outside, and the two sat in the cabin drinking fragrant strong tea.

In the tea house on the shore, the scholar is sitting and drinking poetry, mingling with the peddler's hawking, and from the boat where the dancer is sitting on the lake, the melodious sound of silk and bamboo is coming out from time to time.

All the voices merged in their small cabin, but they didn't sound noisy, on the contrary, there was an unexplainable harmony.

The dark clouds of the past few days finally dissipated, and Fu Shiyu stood up slowly holding the flagon.

"You want to drink?" Chu Yan's face darkened slightly.

Fu Shiyu laughed and said, "It's all right."

He came to the stern, and Chu Yan came out after a while.

There were small low tables and cushions prepared outside, Fu Shiyu sat directly on the ground, picked up the wine glass to fill it up, raised his neck, and drank it all in one gulp.

The long-lost pungentness slid down his throat like a knife, he coughed twice, his eyes turned red.

The cold wind on the lake blew head-on, and Fu Shiyu's messy thoughts seemed to be blown away. He didn't care about Chu Yan who was standing beside him, and picked up the flagon and poured another glass.

After a few cups, Fu Shiyu's peach blossom face became more bright red.

"Don't get too drunk." Sitting opposite him, Chu Yan reminded, "You should have a headache tomorrow morning."

Fu Shiyu propped his chin, swirled the liquid in the glass, and murmured absentmindedly, "It's early."

"It's hard to drink it once, and I will drink it no matter what."

Chu Yan stared at him deeply for a while, and went to the cabin to get two jars of wine, put them heavily on the low table, and accompanied Fu Shiyu to drink in silence.

The two of them drank until late at night, the vendors on the shore had already closed their stalls, and the crowd had almost dispersed.

Empty wine jars were thrown everywhere on the boat, and Fu Shiyu fell on Chu Yan's lap. His face was flushed, and he could already see drunkenness in his brows, but his black eyes were sober.

"Drinking a pot in the past can sleep until dawn the next day." Fu Shiyu looked at the dark night sky above his head, but he couldn't see the bright moon, only a few scattered stars hanging here and there.

"But this is the first time I want to get drunk, but I can't." He said quietly.

Chu Yan lowered his head and kissed his wine-scented lips, "Then wake up."

"Whether you're drunk or awake, I'll be with you."

Fu Shiyu dropped the flagon in his hand, hooked his hands around his neck, and deepened this kiss that should have been lightly tasted.

They had been having sex for a long time, and kissing was a bit strange. When Chu Yan touched Fu Shiyu's back and was about to go down, he suddenly remembered where he was now, and the burning feeling in his heart The evil fire was also extinguished immediately.

Fu Shiyu looked at him with winking eyes, glanced at the "Yizhu Qingtian" below, and whistled viciously, "You are in good spirits."

"I'll deal with you when I go back." Chu Yan's eyes surged with lust, and he bit Fu Shiyu's lower lip hard.

Fu Shiyu gasped in pain and hissed.

"Are you a dog? You bite people at every turn."

Xu Shi heard the long-lost relaxation in his words, and Chu Yan also smiled a little, and there was a hint of ambiguous hoarseness in his voice.

"...not only want to bite, but also want to fuck you."

Fu Shiyu was stunned for a moment, then smiled faintly, and said provocatively: "You drank so much tonight, you won't be able to make it, but you can't say for sure."

Chu Yan picked him up, and there was a bit of danger in his eyes, "Then try."

"...Bao Qing is satisfied."

Fu Shiyu frivolously kissed him on the side of the cheek, and joked: "If you don't serve him well, I'll change him."

Chu Yan, who had a fairly good complexion just now, suddenly became gloomy, and said coldly, "Who do you want to change?"

Fu Shiyu glanced at him and deliberately didn't speak.

Chu Yan was so angry that he almost wanted to throw this bad-tempered person into the lake.

He beckoned the boatman to come to the shore quickly, and as soon as he got back to the shore, he picked up Fu Shiyu and rushed to the mansion at a fast speed.

Fu Shiyu was so excited that he wanted to laugh, and when he inadvertently swayed to a figure in the distance, his eyes were startled, and then his expression became a little unpredictable.

Sensing his strangeness, Chu Yan stopped, "What's wrong?"

He turned around, and there was no one on the silent street.

"Let's go." Fu Shiyu urged suddenly, "If you delay for a while, I won't be interested."

Hearing this, Chu Yan was suspicious, but in the face of beauty, he didn't care about other things. He just wanted to take this tender and juicy 'fat sheep' back to the house and have a good meal.