After I was reborn, I was scumbag

The doctor quickly healed the wound on Shao Guan's neck before turning around to check on Murong Xing's wound.

"The son was seriously injured, and I would like to ask the son to return to the camp, and I will give the son medicine again..."

Murong Xing lowered his eyes and glanced at his shoulders and arms soaked in blood, his face was only a little pale with blood, and his face was expressionless, as if the wound was not on his body.

"It's just an ordinary knife wound, there is no need to be so troublesome."

"Then sprinkle the hemostatic powder on the prince and wrap it in gauze."

The sergeants below were all stunned by this sudden change, and their eyes all focused on Murong Xing in unison.

"What are you doing in a daze, and all the drills are as usual. Go find out the family background of the soldiers who are competing with Xia Tong."

The pale yellow medicine powder melted into the wound, and the bleeding from the wound finally gradually stopped.

Shao Guan's eyes fell on Murong Xing's clenched fist because of the pain, and he couldn't help but whisper to the doctor: "Is there any medicine for pain relief?"

"Yes, I will give medicine to the son right now."

By the time the army's drill was over, the sky had completely darkened, the soldiers who were practicing below dispersed, and candles were lit in each tent.

The general who accompanied Murong Xing had already sent someone to the Pingxi Hou Mansion to report.

A few servants drove over in a carriage and hurried over: "Your Majesty, Madam heard that your son was injured, and she was very anxious. Please return to your residence as soon as possible."

"The wounds have been treated, so what can I do when I return home?" Murong Xing's eyes stayed on the military report on the table, and his voice was slightly cold, "Go and report back, just say that I am going on an expedition soon, and I don't have time to spare." Go back home."

"This... my son, Madam is also concerned about your body. If you don't go back, I'm afraid Madam will be worried!"

Shao Guan caught a glimpse of the strange expressions on the faces of the servants, and knew that Murong Xing's stepmother had specially sent someone over to make trouble.

Murong Xing's mother accidentally contracted the disease when she went back to her hometown to visit her family a few years ago, and died early. Lord Pingxi made the concubine in the mansion his wife.

Originally, the son of the concubine was a concubine, so naturally he couldn't compete with the eldest son for the position of heir, but now that he has become a concubine, the new wife of the Hou's mansion naturally has more thoughts.

Presumably, hearing that Murong Xing led the army to go out this time, the Madam of the Hou's Mansion wished for him to be shrouded in horse leather, so as to give up the position of the eldest son.

Shao Guan's eyes moved slightly, and the teacup in his hand hit the table with a loud sound, which frightened the servants for a moment.

The young man's handsome face suppressed a smile, and the gentleness of the stars in the dark peach blossom eyes was replaced by the innate nobleness of the royal family's children.

"The military camp is very important, and the situation in the Northwest is tense. His son Murong only suffered such a small injury, so Mrs. Ping Xihou sent someone to urge him. Then if he goes to the battlefield in the future, does he need to send his son back to Chang'an at any time? !?"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the young servants turned ashen from fright, and they knelt down on the ground with a "plop": "Your Highness, forgive me, it's because the little ones don't know the severity, please forgive me, Your Highness!"

Out of the corner of Shao Guan's eyes, he saw Murong Xing's half-smile expression, he pursed his lips, and then continued in a cold voice, "Since you're guilty, you should step back."

Several young men looked at each other in blank dismay, and immediately left the tent in despair.

Murong Xing watched the few people leave the tent indifferently, and closed his eyes to hide the flashing warmth in his eyes.

"Your Highness, the minister's stepmother doesn't know the seriousness, and the minister is apologizing to His Royal Highness on behalf of the Marquis."

Seeing that Murong Xing's complexion was no longer as pale as when he was first injured, Shao Guan felt relieved: "It's okay. Your son is injured, you should still cultivate well. These military reports are for reviewing alone."

Murong Xing didn't refuse either, just as he got up to pick up the newspaper, there was another sound of footsteps outside the tent.

"My son, the news came from the Hou's mansion just now, saying that Mr. Qi Yuanxiuqi suffered a hand injury, and he was helpless even after calling a doctor, so the younger one had to come over and ask your son to show me—"

"What did you say?" Murong Xing's complexion sank, and his phoenix eyes flashed with anxiety, "How long has Mr. Qi's hand injury been going on, didn't I ask you to take care of it?"

"This... the young one used the best medicinal materials for Mr. Qi according to the order of the prince. I really don't know the reason for this illness. Please forgive me!"

Shao Guan clasped the hands holding the scroll tightly, his eyes were firmly locked on Murong Xing's face, but he could only see the deep concern and worry in those phoenix eyes.

Just now when Murong Xing was injured in order to protect him, his expression didn't fluctuate much, but now he heard a musician's hand injury, but...

Dong Jiu's unintentional words not long ago sounded subconsciously in his heart.

"I've heard that the son of Murong likes orchestral music, so it's normal to treat Qi Yuanxiu like this..."

Waves of tingling pain pierced Shao Guan's heart, and he took a few deep breaths before barely stopping the soreness in the corners of his eyes.

"Your Highness, Your Highness?"

Shao Guan came back to his senses, complex emotions stuck in his throat, and he clamored to talk to him over and over again.

The person who played the piano and danced the sword with you in the previous life, the person who pampered and protected you, is just like the imagination in your mind, and it will no longer exist when you wake up from the dream.

The young man's voice trembled a little: "Your Majesty Murong...does he want to go back to the Marquis Mansion?"

The sharp-edged face of the young man not far away reflected the candlelight, and the ice that had been covering his face seemed to melt a little.

But Namo was worried about other people's concerns, but dragged Shao Guan into the cold abyss little by little.

"Yes... His Highness also knows how Mr. Qi's hand was injured. I don't want to go to war soon, and there will be a murder case in the Hou's mansion. What does Your Highness think?"

Murong Xing raised her phoenix eyes slightly, deliberately emphasizing the word "homicide", and saw the instant shock and grievance on Shao Guan's face as expected.

"Murong Xing..." Shao Guan gritted his teeth, his fine eyelashes were stained with water vapor, he seemed a little at a loss, but the boy's expression was extremely calm.

He knew that Murong Xing's words were to remind him that Qi Yuanxiu's hand was injured by him, if he didn't let Murong Xing go back home to take care of him today, once something happened to Qi Yuanxiu, he would never let it go.

No matter how much he has done, as long as Murong Xing believes that Qi Yuanxiu was sent to hurt him, it will always be a moat between them.

"Your Majesty Murong, I hope you can clearly distinguish which is more important when the army goes out in the next day."

Shao Guan tried his best to control himself, not paying attention to Murong Xing's indifferent and threatening tone, but the corners of his eyes were a little red, but it was not obvious in the dim candlelight.

Only by taking advantage of the opportunity of this expedition and taking part of the military power in his own hands, can he cultivate a group of reliable subordinates and pull out Yang Ling's eyeliner who is lurking in the East Palace bit by bit.

It's just that as soon as his eyes moved to Murong Xing's shoulder, he couldn't help instinctively thinking of the injuries Murong Xing had suffered for him.

No matter what kind of psychology it was, it was to protect him after all.

"...After the prince returns to the mansion, remember to change the medicine."

Murong Xing paused for a moment, then said calmly: "The minister will take his leave first."

[The author has something to say: small theater

Shao Guan (wronged): "Murong Xing, have you fallen in love with someone else?"

Murong Xing: "Yes."

A few years later.

Shao Guan: "Don't beat me up."

Murong Xing: "Daughter-in-law, listen to my explanation—"]