After I was reborn, I was scumbag

Qi Yuanxiu had already woken up, but as soon as the gauze wrapped around his wrist was taken off, beads of blood dripped down his fingers.

"Your Majesty, I have caused you trouble again." The young man's voice was already gentle and pleasant, but now it was weak after injury, and one could not help but feel pity.

The young man holding the wound medicine at the side looked at Qi Yuanxiu's deep water-colored eyes, and said to himself, "It really is the beauty who made their princes angry", but the expression on his face was still respectful.

"It's my fault that the people I arranged didn't take good care of me. I hope Mr. Qi will forgive me."

Murong Xing hadn't closed his eyes to rest last night, his light brown phoenix eyes were bloodshot, showing a bit of tiredness, but his voice was gentle.

The pale face of the young man on the sickbed only looked haggard in the early morning light.

"The prince was able to give me a shelter at the beginning, and I was very grateful... The prince's complexion doesn't look very good, but what happened?"

The little boy on the side said quickly: "The son will go to the northwest to fight against the enemy tomorrow, and he is busy with military affairs."

Qi Yuanxiu was stunned for a moment, his voice tinged with fear: "My son is doing military affairs, so I don't need my son to take care of me here..."

Murong Xing turned his head to stare at the servant, and reprimanded him: "Presumptuous, why is it your turn to talk about the master's affairs?"

"Your Majesty calm down, the slave knows his mistake, please forgive me!"

"Back off!" Murong Xing brought over the medicinal food that was about to cool down on the table, scooped up a spoonful and brought it to Qi Yuanxiu's lips, "Since the servant has been neglected and suffered so many grievances, why doesn't Mr. Qi say anything to me?"

Qi Yuanxiu suddenly turned his face to the side: "There is no need to be negligent, the son has a noble status, how can he feed me medicine? Just ask other people to do it..."

"Sir, I have also heard that tomorrow I will go to war. Although the servants in the yard have been disciplined, but after a long time, they will no longer have any thoughts."

Murong Xing was not reluctant, put down the medicine bowl, his voice was slightly deep.

"Your Majesty, what do you mean... do you want me to leave the Marquis Mansion to live?" Qi Yuanxiu's blood-colored lips trembled slightly, "Please give me a little more time, Your Majesty, I will pack up my clothes and leave in the afternoon, and never again To cause trouble for the son..."

As he spoke, he sat up from the bed and wanted to get off to put on his shoes.

"Mr. Qi misunderstood!" Murong Xing immediately raised his hand to signal Qi Yuanxiu to sit back on the couch, "I mean, I don't know whether Mr. Qi is willing to go out with the army. I will definitely arrange my personal guards to watch over Mr. Gu Hao from time to time, so I can rest assured. "

"This... the army is marching, how can it bring me a useless person?"

"I will arrange the carriage myself. What's more, the road to the northwest is far away, and Mr. Qi can talk to me about the rhythm with me, so I can relax a little bit."

Qi Yuanxiu was silent for a few moments, and then replied softly after a long while: "Then I will thank the prince."

At noon, the Hou Mansion had a banquet, but the Northwest Territory sent a new battle report. As the commander, Murong Xing had to go back to the barracks to check.

After bidding farewell to the ministers and generals, returning to the camp was the most sunny time of the day.

The warm winter sun was so red and white that it almost merged with the sky, only a faint light shone on the young man's face, showing off his handsome jade-colored face.

Xia Tong came out to meet Murong Xing without making a sound, walking with a limp, not very fast.

He was beaten with a hundred army sticks yesterday, and he saw the soldier he was competing with being taken down for interrogation, he knew that if he hadn't been with Murong Xing since he was a child, he would have lost his skin if he didn't die.

"The injury is not healed, what are you going to do?"

Xia Tong bared his teeth: "Xie Shizi is magnanimous."

If it weren't for Murong Xing's face, the soldiers who beat him didn't hit him hard, even with a hundred army sticks, it would be easy to recuperate for a few months.

"It's good that you understand." Murong Xing glanced at him indifferently, then walked towards the main tent, "Yesterday...how is His Highness the Crown Prince's injury?"

"Don't worry, my son, just such a shallow scratch, nothing will happen."

"Well. You are injured, go back to the camp to rest first. Otherwise, I will arrange a carriage for you alone tomorrow."

Xia Tong snuffed out the slight emotion in his heart, gave Murong Xing a sad look, and retreated with his hands folded.

I don't know what the eldest son of his family thinks, while offending His Royal Highness, he always asks about the situation of the prince.

The candles in the main tent seemed to have been burning all night, and it was only now that it was a little dark.

Murong Xing opened the curtain and entered the camp, and saw Shao Guan casually wearing a snow-white fox fur, resting on the table with his head propped on one hand.

The bamboo slips and scrolls at hand are neatly arranged, and they have probably already read them.

"There's a new report? Let's put it down first, and read it later."

Shao Guan heard a few light footsteps in a daze, thinking it was a new military report from his personal guards, his voice was a little sleepy and soft, and his eyes never opened.

Murong Xing's Adam's apple slid, and he stared quietly at Shaoguan for a few moments, until the young man with his eyes closed felt something was wrong and opened his eyes, then he calmly spoke.

"Your Highness, did you read the report last night?"

The vision was not very clear, Shao Guan wiped his eyes and woke up, and the black eyes became clear after a few breaths.

"Senior Murong? Gu thought that the son would not come to the barracks today."

"Yesterday, the imperial doctor was invited to treat Mr. Qi's injuries. His condition has stabilized, so I came here."

Shao Guan's breathing was stagnant, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "It's good that Mr. Qi is fine--I have already read the report that was sent in the afternoon, so my son can take a look too."

Murong Xing took a few steps forward, took a roll of paper with red lacquer handed over by Shao Guan, and looked at it carefully for a moment with downcast eyes, his expression a little cold.

"Wei soldiers have already attacked Jiayuguan?"

Jiayuguan is an important pass at the west end of the Great Wall. It faces Qilian Mountain in the south and Mazong Mountain in the north. The terrain is dangerous and easy to defend but difficult to attack.

If Jiayuguan falls, it will be difficult to regain the lost ground if you want to repel the Wei army, and it may even endanger Chang'an City.

"Well, I just want to ask my father for orders, and lead my troops to go out tonight, what does your son think?"

Murong Xing nodded and said: "The military situation is urgent, it is indeed better to dispatch troops earlier."

Now that the army has been reorganized and ready, it is beneficial and harmless to start half a day earlier.

Shao Guan got up and took off the fox fur that was on his body. The thick cotton padded clothes looked thin on the young man.

"The injury on Shizi's shoulder is not serious, right? Yesterday Shizi saved Gu, but Gu hasn't said thanks yet."

He originally wanted to go back to the palace to report to his father as soon as he received the report, but he couldn't help hesitating when he thought of the knife wound on Murong Xing's shoulder.

"It's just a minor injury." Murong Xing seemed not to have noticed the complicated expression on Shao Guan's face, and seemed to say unintentionally, "Compared to Mr. Qi's injury, this minor injury is nothing."