After I was reborn, I was scumbag

Shao Guan felt a severe headache.

The surrounding voices are noisy, as if they are ringing in the ears, but it seems that there is something behind them, so they can't really hear them.

The young man desperately wanted to open his eyes, but there was only an endless darkness in front of him. The more he struggled, the deeper he sank.

In just a few breaths, a layer of fine beads of sweat floated on Shao Guan's bright forehead.

Dong Jiu softly called "Your Highness" a few times, but seeing that Shao Guan didn't respond, she had no choice but to wait for the decoction, and at the same time wet the handkerchief with clean water over and over again, and wipe his forehead.

"His Royal Highness looks like this, if the Empress Dowager finds out, it will be so distressing."

He just couldn't figure out why His Highness, who is the empress's son and the heir of the East Palace, insisted on carving things overnight for a courtier.

If the imperial physician hadn't discovered deep and shallow knife wounds on Shao Guan's fingertips during his pulse diagnosis, he would not have known that His Highness was injured last night.

"Eunuch Dongjiu, the medicine is here."

As soon as Dong Jiu took the medicine bowl, she heard a muffled groan from the young man lying on the bed, and then saw Shao Guan slowly open his eyes.

The peach blossom eyes, which were always clear, were half-squinted at this moment, with a bit of confusion and discomfort in the wake of awakening, the ink was thick and intertwined, but it was opaque, and it seemed a little lifeless.

Dong Jiu didn't pay attention to these, all he knew was that His Highness finally woke up, kneeling in front of the bed with a medicine bowl in his hand, his voice couldn't contain his joy.

"Your Highness, you have been in a coma for a whole day. If you don't wake up, the slave should send someone to Kunning Palace."

Shao closed his eyes. Just after he woke up, what came to his mind was Murong Xing's cold face and cold phoenix eyes in the study room in the morning.

Rubbing Su Bai's fingers, the slight pain in the fingertips made Shao Guan barely recover from the memories.

He stood up and reached out to take the medicine bowl in Dong Jiu's hand: "It's just an ordinary wind and cold, why is there a need to go to Kunning Palace to tell the queen mother?"

"Your Highness does not intend to..."

"Not planning anything?" Shao Guan looked at Dong Jiu's lowered face, his voice was moistened by the soup, and finally it became less hoarse.

"Elder Murong has disrespected His Highness over and over again, His Highness is not going to tell His Majesty, and change to a servant?"

The pitch-black peach blossom eyes suddenly set off a wave of waves, as if they had been touched against the scales: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Seeing the helplessness on Dong Jiu's face, Shao Guan pursed his lips, and then forced himself to slow down his tone.

"The prince can only be accompanied by Murong Xing, only him."

Prince Pingxihou, who had a gentle smile in the previous life, has always been in the softest corner of his heart, and has long been integrated into his flesh and blood.It's not easy to get rid of it completely now.

Dong Jiu silently packed up the medicine bowl: "...Your Highness, please calm down, it's the slave who made a slip of the tongue. This morning, after you fell ill, Prince Murong came again."

Dong Jiu couldn't bear to look at the hope that was trying to hide in His Highness's eyes.

"The servant told him that His Highness was ill and was unable to see guests. He was just a little surprised and didn't ask anything. He just said that he had left something in the study and came to pick it up."

"...what did he take?"

"An ordinary book—Murong Shizi also saw the wooden carving on His Highness's table and said that the Buddha statue was stained with blood, which is really unlucky, so he asked the servant to throw it away."

Feeling a dull pain in his heart, Shao Guan looked down at the blood scabs on his fingertips, his eyes were a little hollow, and murmured: "He said that it is unlucky for a Buddha statue to be stained with blood, so he asked you to throw it away."

"Yes……"

"Where did you throw it?" Shao Guan's tone suddenly became more serious, like a child who has lost his favorite toy, with a faint crimson color at the end of his eyes, "...Where did you throw it?"

"In the back garden...there is a big place, and the slave doesn't know where the little eunuch who ordered him to do things left his things. If His Highness likes Buddha statues, the slave will order someone—"

Shao Guan ignored him, Qingjun's face was a little pale, but it was extremely stubborn.

The thin middle coat framed the young man's slender body. He took the outer robe at the side and put it on, letting his black hair hang loose, he wanted to get up and walk outside the hall.

"Your Highness!" Dong Jiu called in a voiceless voice, and hurriedly stopped the young man, "Since Prince Murong came to accompany you, Your Highness seems to be a different person. It's raining outside, what is Your Highness doing now?"

A gust of cold wind blew through the half-opened window, mixed with fine raindrops of snow and dust, covering Shao Guan's face.

After the sparks in the brazier made a "crack" sound, they suddenly went out.

Seeing that Shao Guan didn't move, Dong Jiu thought that His Royal Highness finally stopped being awkward, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and softly persuaded: "Your Highness needs to take good care of your body. The wood carving... just get a new one."

Get a new one?

Shao Guan twitched the corner of his mouth.

It was the empty night outside again, and the raindrops gathered on the edge of the eaves to form water droplets, falling in clusters and hitting the ground.

"What's the difference with a new one?" Shao Guan pushed open the palace door, blocking Dong Jiu who wanted to hold an umbrella for him.

"It's good to go there alone, you don't have to follow."

Shao Guan walked all the way to the back garden holding an umbrella.

The land on both sides of the cobblestone road in the garden after the rain was muddy. The boy bent down along the edge of the East Palace wall to search for a few moments, and his shoes were soaked in water.

The sky was dark, only the faint light of the palace lantern flickered back and forth in the rain, barely dispelling a small piece of darkness.

Although there are craftsmen sweeping here every day, dead grass is still growing along the wall.

The hands that had been beaten cold and pale by the rain were brushing away the weeds inch by inch, looking for the dirty wood carving.

Oil-paper umbrellas can't stop the rain from all directions.Shao Guan's black hair was already soaked, sticking to the young man's back, dripping wetly.

The shoe prints were everywhere, and soon there were small puddles. The puddles spread all the way and circled around the garden.

What about woodcarving?

The grass is shallow elsewhere, and there are flower beds in some places.The servants of the East Palace would never dare to throw things among those rare flowers and plants.

It must be that he was not careful enough to find it just now, and he missed something.

Shao Guan wiped away the rain in front of his eyes with the back of his hand, unaware that his body was as cold as a piece of pig iron in the rain and cold wind.

He continued to walk forward step by step on his own, repeating the previous path and previous movements, as if that wooden sculpture was waiting for him there.

Shao Guan did not notice that there was a dark figure standing behind the rockery not far away.

The man didn't hold an umbrella, and he had been standing there for an unknown amount of time, completely blending into the darkness beside him.

Only a pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes were soaked by the rain, as deep as a secluded well.

His eyes were tightly locked on Shao Guan, and he had been watching the boy disappear from his sight, and he was still watching lightly, as if he was sure that he would still appear.

It's just that the bony hands covered by the sleeves are holding a wooden carving tightly.

It was covered with mud and blood, but he was holding it tightly, almost embedded in the flesh and blood...