After I was reborn, I was scumbag

"Teacher, the students want to ask, why didn't His Highness the Crown Prince and His Royal Highness Murong come to the Imperial College today for class?"

"His Royal Highness is caught in the wind and cold, and His Royal Highness Murong... said that there is a banquet in the mansion. Why, Young Master Yang is looking for His Highness?"

Yang Ling smiled thoughtfully: "Students have been reading "Mozi" at home these few days. I heard that His Royal Highness has done a lot of research on this book, so I just want to ask you something."

Taifu nodded, not doubting him, stroking his beard and leaving the room.

Pingxihou Mansion.

In the front hall, Master Pingxi was receiving guests, and the sound of silk and bamboo singing and dancing was transmitted to the backyard through the bead curtain of the long corridor, but it was still very clear.

In the dimly lit room, Qi Yuanxiu was wiping the strings of the guqin in front of him with trembling hands holding a white handkerchief.

"Master Hou is meeting guests in the front hall. It must be very lively. The prince doesn't need to spend time with me..."

Murong Xing was sitting on the main seat not far away, his black robe set off the handsome face of a young man with a crown of jade, his pair of phoenix eyes contained a faint smile, but when his gaze fell out of the window, there was a faint trace of disgust.

"The people sitting in the front hall are just people who are stalking people, so there is nothing to pay attention to... Has Mr. Qi's hand injury healed?"

"I'm worried about the eldest son, and I can already take some things. The eldest son has a high status, so naturally he doesn't care about those dignitaries sitting in the front hall."

Murong Xing seemed suddenly interested when he heard the words, and smiled and glanced at Qi Yuanxiu: "Oh? Then Mr. Qi was in the south of the Yangtze River before, why didn't he want to play the piano for the rich and powerful?"

Qi Yuanxiu was stunned for a moment, then slowly lowered his eyes.

"Some people invite the grass-roots people to play the piano, just to save face. I'm afraid they haven't even figured out what 'Gongshangjiao Zhengyu' is. Playing the piano for them is really worthless."

"So that's how it is... Seeing that Mr. Qi's hand injury is about to heal, why don't I go to Chang'an City's Changyin Pavilion to watch the piano in the afternoon with my husband."

Changyin Pavilion is the best musical instrument workshop in Chang'an City, and many of the world's famous pianos were photographed there.

Qi Yuanxiu's soft eyes were a little flattered: "Why would you want to... take him to Changyin Pavilion?"

"Yesterday, I accidentally heard a young man next to me mention that my husband has been playing with the flute for the past few days. The flutes in the mansion are all crudely made. Naturally, we should pick some good ones."

Murong Xing got up, and the corners of his lips curled slightly: "You are welcome, sir, please."

The servant rode a horse and followed Murong Xing, and glanced back calmly from the corner of the eye, seeing that the curtains of the carriage following behind were tightly closed and there was no sound, so he opened his mouth in a low voice.

"My lord, everything has been prepared. It's just that... the secret agent came to report that His Royal Highness just recovered from his illness today, and he went out of the palace in a low-clothes to relax."

The slightly slanted phoenix eyes sparkled: "The news is true? Do you know where your Highness has gone?"

"...The spies said that they were going in the direction of the actor's hall."

Murong Xing laughed lowly: "Actor's Hall, that is indeed a good place."

"Didn't the prince send someone to redeem the young man whom His Highness the Crown Prince had a crush on last time? Could it be that His Highness the Crown Prince is still dissatisfied?"

"Xia Tong, when will it be your turn to talk about the prince?"

Xia Tong chuckled, he had been with Murong Xing since he was a child, and he knew that although his elder son looked cold-hearted on weekdays, he never criticized his subordinates.

"My subordinate is wrong."

Murong Xing glanced at him indifferently, and said: "After all, the crown prince is the heir of the Eastern Palace, even if he goes out of the palace in low clothes to do good deeds, he should be restrained. You send someone to remind the old bustard of the actor's house."

"No, this subordinate will do it now."

Bypassing the extremely prosperous West Street in Chang'an City, you will arrive at the famous Changyin Pavilion at the end of the street.

Murong Xing reined in the reins, turned over and dismounted from the horse, the shopkeeper inside quickly recognized from the young man's luxurious clothes that this was a distinguished guest, and immediately nodded and bowed to welcome him out.

"Hey, young master, what do you want to pick here... Strings made of ponytails from newly arrived horses from the Western Regions, would you like to take a look?"

Murong Xing didn't answer, he just walked to the side of the carriage and helped Qi Yuanxiu get off the carriage.

"Who is this……"

"Boss, I want to pick some flutes this time. Is there any good stock in the shop?"

The boss's eyes stayed on Qi Yuanxiu's soft and feminine face for a while, sighed secretly, "It's really masculine style prevailing now", and smiled clearly.

"Yes, of course, please come in, two young masters."

The boss took out two long and narrow sandalwood boxes from the inside and put them in front of Murong Xing.

"My lord, these flutes are all made by famous masters, you can take a look, lord, do you like any of them?"

"Mr. Qi, if you like these flutes, you can tell me directly, you are welcome."

Qi Yuanxiu carefully opened the wooden box, took a few jade flutes in his hand and looked at them carefully, and asked tentatively, "Which famous masters are these flutes made?"

"Please look, my lord, this is..."

"Sir!"

Just as the boss was halfway through his words, he was a little astonished to see a guard with a knife rushing into the shop in a hurry.

Murong Xing raised his eyebrows, looked at Qi Yuanxiu reassuringly, and said in a deep voice, "What's going on, I'm yelling here."

Xia Tongyi cupped his hands: "My lord, the Miaoyizhai across the street caught fire for some reason, and the people from the city defense camp put out the fire there."

"A shop caught fire, so of course the people from the city defense battalion took care of it."

"However, they found a secret room there, and they couldn't open the mechanism no matter what. The commander of the city defense battalion heard that the prince was here, so he sent someone to invite the prince to go and have a look."

Murong Xing frowned: "Secret room? What kind of secret room, even the city defense battalion can't be opened."

"The subordinates don't know either, but please ask your son to go and have a look."

"Well, since that's the case, you are here to accompany Mr. Qi to choose the flute for me. Don't be negligent——Mr. Qi, I am on business, so excuse me."

Qi Yuanxiu seemed to have just recovered from the news that Miaoyizhai was on fire, his deep brows were a little dazed, and he was absent-minded for a while before smiling and responding: "Your Majesty, you are welcome."

Murong Xing walked out of Changyin Pavilion slowly, and after getting on his horse, the faint smile on his face had all disappeared.

Xia Tong galloped along with him, and reported in a low voice: "Your Majesty, the staff of Miaoyizhai died in this fire for some reason. When the subordinates placed the fuel, they obviously..."

"It doesn't matter, the person who arranged this shop is not taking it easy, why didn't he stay behind? Don't blame yourself, it's not easy to find the secret room."

Xia Tong seemed to understand: "Why did the prince let the people from the city defense battalion discover this first? Our people could have taken over..."

"The city defense battalion belongs to the royal family, and has nothing to do with the Pingxihou Mansion. If this matter has too much to do with us, it will be difficult to handle."

Murong Xing saw the thick smoke in the air not far away, a trace of coldness flashed across his phoenix eyes.

"Remember, go in later, don't inquire about what's in the secret room."