After the gloomy cannon fodder was reborn

When it was almost dawn, Xue Fuguang fell asleep in a daze.

I don't know if the long-lost pain evokes the memory.

He had a long dream in his previous life, dreaming of being hugged by his elder brother and learning how to ride a horse when he was young.

The glare of the sun made him barely able to keep his eyes open, and the verdant grass was covered under a layer of dazzling white.The eldest brother hugged him from behind, told him to hold the rein tightly, and encouraged him: "Ah Ru, you hold the rein, brother is following you, don't be afraid."

Xue Fuguang's hands were not big enough, so he could barely hold the rope tightly in his palm. The feeling of panic made him want to cry, but the people behind him resolutely dismounted.Xue Hongwen with a youthful face patted him on the back and looked up at him: "Ah Ru, brother is here and will always protect you."

His gentle and powerful smile gave Xue Fuguang great comfort, and his flustered heart gradually calmed down.

The horse's pace gradually increased, and his elder brother rode another horse closely beside him.

The next moment, the horse under him became mad for some reason, and ran forward crazily.

Xue Fuguang only felt that his hands were about to be pulled off by the stiff rope, his face was scratched like a knife, and the sound of the wind filled his ears, mixed with the vague roar of his elder brother: "Ah Ru——"

Severe pain hit him, he fell to the ground, the horse's hooves were raised high, and before crushing his head, someone was holding him and rolling away.

Xue Fuguang opened his eyes wide, watching the horse's hoof fall, landed on his elder brother's back, and then turned into a feathered arrow, piercing through the elder brother's chest fiercely.

He looked at this scene in bewilderment.

Pain from the broken leg made him want to cry.

"Ah Ru—"

Someone is calling him.

The young woman was sobbing that blood was about to flow from her throat, and she called out to him: "Ah Ru—child, save the child in my sister's stomach, he hasn't had time to come into this world yet, and he didn't call you uncle..."

"Ah Ru—"

The hot blood in his arms soaked his robe.

He lowered his head following the voice, and saw the head held in his arms.

It belonged to his father.

His father stared at him closely, and the words were accompanied by blood gushing from his mouth: "Ah Ru——you must live well, and don't fulfill the wishes of these wicked people!"

The pain climbed from the legs, melted into the heart, and then spread to the whole body, as if he had broken not only the leg bones, but hundreds of bones all over his body were broken and pierced into the flesh, which made him feel so painful.

He hurts so much.

He really hurts.

How can a person be in such pain?

After all, how can a person live in such pain?

"Master..." came through the fuzzy voice.

"Shizi." Someone called him again.

"...Ah Ru, wake up."

Xue Fuguang opened his eyes, his eyes were sour and his vision was blurred.

The pulp of a finger touched the side of his eyes, wiping away the cold water overflowing from the eye sockets.After finishing this action, he cautiously and quickly withdrew his hand, calling him in a low and weak voice: "Master."

Xue Fuguang blinked, saw a face that was quite close in front of him, and was stunned for a while before he remembered who this face with sharp features belonged to.

He frowned, and before he could speak, Mu Jianshu supported his body first, and stepped back: "This subordinate is offended."

Xue Fuguang broke free from the heavy and breathless dream, his head was somewhat clear, he lifted his quilt and said softly, "Lie down."

Mu Jianshu hesitated for a moment, lay down on the couch again, and covered himself.

It was already daylight outside, seeing Mu Jianshu's appearance, there was no need to worry about him losing his life anymore.

Xue Fuguang raised half of the bed curtain and called Shaojing.

After a while, Shao Jing came in with water, let Xue Fuguang wash it lightly, and went to the kitchen to bring medicine: "Master, the medicine has been taken."

Shao Jing's eyes were blue now, and he stayed up all night in fear, and even helped Xue Fuguang deal with many things.

Seeing that Mu Jianshu woke up, he thought that the master could finally feel at ease, and he was a little displeased. He looked at him and said in a low voice: "I don't know if the master owes you. He caused trouble outside and asked the master to cover it up for you." Whereabouts... I was not in good health, and I hurt my leg because of you..."

"Shaojing, it's done." Xue Fuguang took the medicine from his hand.

A pitch-black bowl of soup.

He turned his head and ordered: "Drink it."

Mu Jianshu ordered and moved one by one, obediently lifted the quilt and brought the bowl, drank it all in one gulp, and then lay back on the quilt again.

He stared at Xue Fuguang without blinking. After a while, he felt offended, and silently moved away, staring at the corner of Xue Fuguang's clothes.

Shao Jing stared intently at his handsome face doing these things, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

After a while, Shao Jing went to bring the second bowl, saying to the outside world that the prince didn't like to drink it, and the medicine in the first bowl was cold, so he needed to decoct it again so as not to affect the efficacy of the medicine.

An excuse like Riri's is indeed easy to make people suspicious, but there is no better way for the time being.

Fortunately, Xue Fuguang's bad reputation has spread far enough, and everyone in the mansion knows how squeamish he used to be, and no one dares to say anything. It's just a matter of frying the medicine a few more times, and it doesn't need other people's money anyway.

Let's not mention these for now.Shao Jing went out to greet people to sweep the tail, the bed curtain was lowered, and there were only two people left on the couch.

Mu Jianshu wished he could lean sideways against the wall, Xue Fuguang glanced at his movements, and wanted to frown again.

I don't want Mu Jianshu, the clamshell, to speak first.

He whispered: "Your Majesty...why would you save your subordinates. The lives of your subordinates are so humble that they are not worthy of such a sacrifice."

His name is Xue Fuguang's son, not his master, so he doesn't intend to pretend to be ignorant, and wants to reveal this layer of identity to Xue Fuguang.

He suffered such a serious injury, Xue Fuguang was not a fool, and he couldn't hide it.

Xue Fuguang propped up the mattress, put a pillow behind his back, and asked Mu Jianshu, "What do you think?"

Mu sees the book without saying a word.

But his gaze was firmly locked on Xue Fuguang's face, wishing to burn two holes in his skin.

Why would you save him?

Even, at the expense of getting hurt, help him cover it up?

Mu Jianshu lay under the quilt, looked at Xue Fuguang's pale lips and chin tip, clenched his fingers and slowly loosened them.

Xue Fuguang pulled the corner of his lips: "Since you don't say it, then I will."

"I don't care who you are, but since I saved your life, it's mine."

Xue Fuguang asked: "Do you have objections?"

Mu Jianshu stared at him blankly: "No, no..."

The base of the ear pressed under the quilt was hot like a fire.A pair of dark eyes, like a cluster of fire suddenly lit up in them, flickering and flickering.

Xue Fuguang couldn't see the bright red ears hidden under the quilt.

He emphasized: "Remember what you promised today."

Mu Jianshu repeated Xue Fuguang's words: "The subordinate's life belongs to the master."

Xue Fuguang finally felt a little happier.

After a long while, Xue Fuguang shrank under the quilt and fell asleep again, wondering if the medicine had taken effect.

Mu Jianshu stared at the pale cheek that was close at hand, and stretched out his hand, hesitating not to touch it.

His son, his master.

He would give anything he wanted, even if it was his life.

He held Xue Fuguang's hand, kissed his fingertips lightly, and called out in a hoarse voice, "Ah Ru..."

The thought of restraint made him stop here, and put Shizi's cold hands into the quilt.

In the end, he gradually closed his eyes, and his fingertips hung on the mattress, touching a strand of Xue Fuguang's hair, entangled between his fingers.

In troubled times, everyone in Kyoto is in danger.

The imperial guards found something on an assassin, confirming that the prince's assassination was done by an enemy spy.

Everyone in Kyoto, no one can tell whether he will be the next target of the spies.

After all, most of the officials in Kyoto are high-ranking and powerful. Killing a prince is not as beneficial to the enemy country, even if it does not bring great benefits, but the benefits are not small.

In such turmoil, Gao Deshen, who had lost his tongue and hand, became insignificant, and no one had time to pay attention.

Less than ten days after Du Ru'an was imprisoned, he was released by the emperor himself.

When he walked out of the Imperial Prison, except for his haggard look, he was still the same Mr. Pianpian from the capital.

The entire capital and auxiliary government took care of him.

After taking him back to the mansion, he soaked grapefruit leaves in water to cleanse himself to get rid of the bad luck in the cell. The kitchen also cooked a large table of dishes, which were exquisite and expensive.

Mrs. Shoufu and Du Ruqing also changed into new clothes, and prepared a suit for Du Ruan, happily waiting for him to take a seat.

After all, he suffered a bit in prison, listening to the screams of the people in the cell day and night. Although he was not punished by the criminal law and his body was intact, his mental torture was not small.

His face was pale, and his eyes were black and blue, which made Mrs. Shoufu very distressed.

She only gave birth to Du Ruan, a daughter, and no other children. She really raised Du Ruan as her own son.

Seeing the piles of vegetables in the bowl, Du Ru'an said softly, "Don't worry, mother, I didn't suffer much in prison."

Du Ruqing sighed: "Is that a place for people to stay? Fortunately, Your Majesty is aware that no one tortured my brother, so you should eat more."

The mother and daughter were busy, and Du Chengfeng, the head assistant, was left out in the cold.

He said nothing, with a wooden face.

Then Du Ru'an said suddenly: "Your Majesty is not aware, but I am more useful than Gao Deshen that trash."

Du Chengfeng shouted: "How safe!"

He slapped his chopsticks on the table and reprimanded: "Didn't you go to prison for ten days, and you lost your mind! Is this what you should say!?"

The author has something to say: Ah Ru: I saved the villain in the original text, and he will be the knife in my hand from now on.

Mu Jianshu: He wants to save me even if he hurts himself = he loves me = he is my wife!

A person who is engaged in a career brings another person who wants to fall in love and is forced to engage in a career (√)