After the gloomy cannon fodder was reborn

In the 23rd year of Tianzheng, the new emperor ascended the throne, changed his name to Jian'an, amnesty the world, and praised by all people.

The Southern Wilderness, where criminals were exiled, was covered with heavy snow that had not been seen in decades, and the snow covered the sky and covered the sky. Accompanied by the sound of the government beating gongs and drums to post happy announcements, the shivering people on the ground opened their eyes.

Frost and snow were condensed on his eyelashes, his complexion was blue and purple, and his original color could not be seen.

After trying to open his eyes, he heard the discussions of people around him clearly.

"The new emperor is on the throne, this year will be a good one."

"That's not true. If we were a few years later, we might be able to catch up with this amnesty. It's a pity."

Xue Fuguang grabbed the trousers of one person suddenly, and his hoarse and unpleasant voice came out of his throat, "What did you say just now? The new emperor is enthroned? Who is enthroned?!"

The man was startled by him, frowned and kicked him, kicking him away from him, cursing: "Crazy man, stay away from me! Who will allow your dirty hands to touch me! The enthroned Of course it is the crown prince, who else is still dreaming!"

After finishing speaking, he spat viciously, stroked his trousers and left quickly.

Xue Fuguang was kicked so painfully that he couldn't stop coughing, he curled up into a shrimp and rolled into a ball, he was already unconscious, but in the end he muttered with hatred: "It's the prince, it's the prince...Xiu Jin, you should die! Damn... ...cough cough..."

Lying on the ground, this dirty, invisible thing attracted a few eyes.In the end, there was no sound, someone bravely stepped forward and kicked lightly, and the person spread out limply, lying on the ground on his back, lifeless.

"God, it's New Year's Eve! Come here! Someone is dead here!"

……

Xue Fuguang died.

In the Xue family, more than five hundred people were raped and beheaded, and he was punished as a criminal slave, and he was exiled to Ge Yun in the Southern Wilderness for the third year.

He saw a ball of light, and after reaching out to grab the light ball into his hand, he realized that he was the cannon fodder in a book, and the protagonist of this book was the chief culprit who caused his family to fall into such a state, Xiu Jin .

In the book, Xiu Jin is kind and simple, tenacious and unyielding, which attracts the hearts of countless high-ranking people, and they do not hesitate to resort to all means to win him over.

But he, Xue Fuguang, is a vicious idiot who is extravagant and lustful, with an empty appearance and rotten inside, which is in stark contrast to Xiu Jin.

He is the foil for the brocade, his shield, the mat for him to climb up from the mud, and the rotten rock that he dislikes and kicks into the latrine after climbing to a high place!

Including his Xue family!There are five hundred people in his palace!His father, brother and elder sister!They are all tools to complete the brocade and achieve the plot!

He only felt that there was a fire burning inside him, and he had nowhere to vent his anger. He just wanted to become a ghost, tear this book to pieces, tear up the so-called protagonist Xiu Jinlian and his adulterer in the book, Burn to ashes!

He opened his eyes suddenly and saw the pink bed curtain.

The room was filled with a strong smell of powder, and through the door and wall, the sound of silk and bamboo outside could be faintly heard.

He was exhausted and extremely uncomfortable, and his internal organs were filled with scorching heat.

A woman was lying beside her.

The woman was naked, and the dazzling white of the arm hanging outside the quilt made him dizzy even more.

He squinted his eyes and climbed up from the collapsed bed, and saw his palms in a daze, clean and slender, they were the hands of a pair of scholars writing, not the palms of Ge Yun's slaves who were made to work like animals.

Xue Fuguang realized something was wrong, he groped up and down, touching his face first, trying to find a whip mark drawn by a pawn during the exile.There is nothing, the skin is extremely smooth, and there is no small hole.

He couldn't believe it, so he tore off his clothes, and looked down at the sin slave mark on his chest—it was clean.

He has returned... When the palace is still there?

The heat in his body came in bursts, Xue Fuguang braced himself to close his clothes, and finally had time to look carefully at the woman beside him who had never moved.

Then he met a black and blue dead face!

He was startled, he rolled back from the bed, and when he was about to fall to the ground, he was suddenly grabbed by his collar.

The person holding him was extremely strong, lifted him up, and brought him to the table and chair a few steps away like a child, and sat down with his body supported.When the back of his hand rubbed against his scalding skin, his black eyes suddenly darkened.

The person who came was a man, wearing the clothes of the palace's secret guards.

Xue Fuguang held his aching forehead, remembering what time it is now.

In the 19th year of Tianzheng, he was imprisoned for raping and murdering a woman. In order to save him from prison, his elder brother Xue Hongwen asked himself to lead troops to Dingzhou to suppress the bandits, and died in a stray arrow.

At that time, he didn't even understand who he had offended, so that he would use this method to kill himself.

He never thought until his death that his elder brother died in vain, but because the crown prince wanted to please Xiu Jin.

This incident can be said to be the beginning of the tragic ending of his entire Xue family.

But now, the murderer prince who killed more than [-] members of the Xue family is not far from this room, having a drink with his cronies, and when the time is up, he will send himself, who has been blinded by drugs, to the imperial edict prison.

The crown prince attacked extremely ruthlessly, and the medicine had a strong effect, dragging Xue Fuguang's consciousness down.

Faintly heard the familiar laughter from the corridor outside the door.

"Look, what are you afraid of? Is it possible that the prince can really hide our golden house behind our backs..."

"The prince is still..."

"Oh, the crown prince misses that drunk little eunuch so much, it's like something, why would he care about this side, hurry up, if it's too late, I won't see you again!"

These voices kept approaching with the sound of footsteps.

Xue Fuguang clenched his hands, the effect of the medicine surged, and he let out a low gasp.

The man behind supported his shoulders, stabilized his body, and called him in a low voice: "Master."

Xue Fuguang regained his senses, grabbed his thighs hard to make himself conscious, and said to the guard beside him in a hoarse voice: "Take me out, don't let anyone see that I'm here."

The man responded: "Yes."

An arm wrapped around his waist, hugging him in his arms, he jumped up and turned out the window.

Xue Fuguang was so shocked that he clenched his arms tightly, fearing that he would fall from his arms.

The man took him alone, but he was very comfortable, turned over lightly, and entered another room.

The wide and hot palm pressed Xue Fuguang's back to protect him.

After standing still, the man let him go quickly.

Xue Fuguang saw the boy lying on the bed at a glance.

The boy is wearing the clothes of a servant, but the materials used are very luxurious.The fair and tender face was flushed with drunkenness, and she was sleeping soundly while hugging the quilt, showing an innocent and ignorant smile.

...Who is it not Xiu Jin who always reveals such a simple look while sleeping?

For a moment, Xue Fuguang even felt that the fire generated by the medicine had turned into anger, writhing in his chest and abdomen, making him wish he could strangle the person in front of him immediately.

And he did.

His palms wrapped around Xiu Jin's neck, and he regained his sanity just before strangling him to death.

No, it's impossible for him to kill Xiu Jin with such a move.

It will only let him go to jail and go back to the road of his previous life.

Xue Fuguang closed his eyes, pulled his palm back, and heard his own voice after a while: "You, send this person to the room where I was just now."

The man behind him didn't say a word, he picked up Xiujin and went back the same way.

Xue Fuguang stayed in Xiu Jin's resting room for a while, waiting for all the familiar banter sounds to pour into the next room, and then opened the door to go out.

The group of people who poured in to watch Xue Fuguang's good show approached the pink bed curtain, saw that there was no movement in it, and muttered softly: "Your son is so vain?"

Someone bravely lifted the curtain on one side to reveal the scene inside the bed.

Horrified discovery—the prince's favorite little eunuch was lying in the quilt, hugging a naked woman!

They panicked and backed away again and again.

How could this be so?

It didn't turn out to be a good show, but I saw someone around the prince cuckolding the prince?

If you don't do it well, you will lose your head!

The timid ones run out of shit, rushing to flatter the crown prince to report the news, also to clear the relationship with themselves.

As soon as they went out, they bumped into the righteous master they were going to meet, and shouted in a daze, "Shi, Shizi!"

The young man was hanging on the railing in a mess, his long hair was loose, and he didn't know where to throw the hairpin.The snow-white flesh was smudged with a bright red color, and the forehead and the tip of the nose were covered with fine beads of sweat, shining in the candlelight.

His consciousness was a little fuzzy, and his eyes were foggy.Hearing someone calling himself, he blinked his long and swaying phoenix eyes, and looked up.

He said, "I have taken Chinese medicine."

With this appearance, anyone could tell that he had been drugged.

But when he said it himself with this look, it made people feel very innocent.

The other party stammered: "I am going to find a doctor for the son!"

He lost his mind because of Xue Fuguang, and the people inside rushed out and shouted: "What kind of doctor are you looking for, go to see His Highness the Crown Prince, and ask what to do! The woman inside... that woman is dead!"

Xue Fuguang quietly climbed the railing, watching their panicked figures, and slowly lowered his eyelashes.

The sweat on the forehead gathered into water droplets, rolled down the skin on the side of the face to the tip of the chin, and fell with a clatter, wetting the snow-white jacket with a dark patch.

Many people withdrew from the house, and they were taken aback when they saw Xue Fuguang at the door.

Before someone hesitated to step forward and approach Xue Fuguang, a tall man in black hurriedly found him, walked up to him, leaned down and whispered in his ear: "Master, I will send you back to the manor .”

Before the prince came.

Xue Fuguang knew well that it was not suitable for him to meet the prince face to face at this moment.

He was already satisfied with borrowing the crown prince's saber to mend the brocade.

Even revenge cannot be accomplished overnight.

The fire inside made him almost ache all over, and he was already holding on at this moment.He gasped and nodded.

The dark guard supported him in time, and almost half-carried him downstairs and sent him into the carriage.

The string that Xue Fuguang was stretching was finally loosened, and the potency of the medicine surged up in an instant, and a thick red color climbed up on his face and neck.

He was in extreme pain, leaning against the carriage and arching his back tightly. He was held on the side of his face and fed a few sips of herbal tea. He barely regained his consciousness, but he was soon burnt into a ball again.

His rationality turned into a paste, he was so hot that he couldn't stand it, he wanted to stretch out his hands and tear off his clothes to cool off, but his hands and feet were pinned down by a pair of hateful hands, and then his wrists were tied.

The author has something to say: probably, all of them are villains.