After I was reborn, I was scumbag

Shao Guan's chaotic thoughts suddenly cleared up a little because of this cold words.

It's ridiculous, for Murong Xing now, he is just a stranger whom he met a few times.

"That's not the case! I'm very happy that you can accept the imperial father's order..."

Murong Xing calmly glanced at the tightly closed palace door from the corner of his eye, and curled his lips.The hand clasped around Shao Guan's wrist was loosened, and he turned to embrace his thin waist, slightly lowering his eyes to look at the lacquer-like pupils nearby.

"Since this is the case, could it be that His Royal Highness's actions are intended to prove to the minister that the rumors outside are true and that His Highness is really as good as Long Yang?"

In the 11th year of Yuantong, Shaoguan, the prince of Daliang, was impeached by the officials for going in and out of the actor's hall, and he has been fighting for the crown prince for the other princes.

The scorching breath came to my ears, like the lingering whispers of the past, but these words fell into my ears.

The sarcasm well hidden in the phoenix eyes pierced Shao Guan's heart suddenly behind the coldness.

"Murong Xing..."

Shao Guan wanted to take a step back, but the hand clasped around his waist became more and more forceful, pushing him all the way to the beam not far behind him, and imprisoned him in his arms.

The slightly callused fingertips slowly slid across his left cheek, as if treating an actor, forcing him to turn his head slightly to look at the temple door on the right.

The boy's handsome fair face was stained with a layer of crimson, it was unclear whether it was because of anger or grievance.

"Gu just suffered from a serious illness a few days ago, and he has not yet fully recovered. If this is the case with the son of Murong, isn't it a crime?"

Qinglie's voice trembled a little, but the tone of voice was condescending, which was inherent in the children of the royal family, revealing a faint embarrassment.

However, Shao Guan's eyes fell on the stone ground not far from the gate of the palace, and the skylight shining through the crack of the door frame reflected a slightly blurred black shadow.

On weekdays, he had very strict restraint on the subordinates of the East Palace, and he would never allow the servants to get too close to the main hall when he was talking with important ministers.

Reconnecting to his previous life, Yang Ling planned for several years to force a coup in the palace, and the palace was full of eyeliners.Naturally, his East Palace will not lack the details of betraying the master.

Murong Xing raised his eyebrows, watched the changes in Shao Guan's expression, and let go of the boy's hand.

The tails of the young man's eyes were reddish, and the emotions in his peach blossom eyes were extremely complicated. There were slight temptations and doubts, but he was not as angry as he should be after being so offended by a courtier.

Murong Xing took two steps back, knelt down on the ground, and bowed.

Courteous but distant.

"The minister was drunk and disrespected in front of His Highness, His Highness please punish him."

punishment?How could Shao Guan have the heart to punish him as he cleaned up the joy and bitterness intertwined in his heart?

In Murong Xing's eyes, is he just that useless person who goes in and out of the actor's hall and seeks pleasure?

It's just that they don't know whether Murong Xing, the person outside the hall who eavesdropped on their conversation, had already discovered it and told him intentionally, or it was just an accident.

"... I'm a little tired, you should step back first."

Murong Xing folded his hands and slowly retreated outside the hall, the two little yellow gates guarding the gate lowered their eyebrows and looked down, not seeing anything unusual.

"Murong Shizi, the room in the side hall has been prepared for you, are you going to leave the palace now, or..."

According to the law, the prince's companion should live in the side hall of the East Palace, and take a bath every half a month.

Murong Xing's eyes lightly fell on the little yellow face who spoke, and his phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed, showing no joy or anger.

It wasn't until Xiao Huangmen knelt tremblingly to confess his guilt that the young man in a purple wide-sleeved robe sneered: "Prepare to leave the palace."

Just after you time, candles were already lit in the hall the size of the Eastern Palace.

The silver charcoal in the charcoal brazier warmed the huge hall, but Shao Guan's knuckles holding the writing brush were still as cold as pig iron.

On the rice paper spread out on the table, there is a handsome young man in fresh clothes and angry horse, but those phoenix eyes are not the sneering ice just now, but full of tenderness and doting.

The young man in the boa robe withdrew his brushstrokes, and the moment he raised his eyes, the glimmer of light in his peach-blossom pupils disappeared.

"Gu heard that after Murong Xing retired, he drove out of the palace and has never returned."

"Reporting to Your Highness, it is true."

With slender fingers, he gathered up the half-dried scroll, and Shao Guan stared at the servant who was kneeling on the ground.

"Why, Pingxihou Shizi, can you disobey my Daliang law and enter and leave the East Palace without authorization?"

The servant was startled, and hurriedly kowtowed: "Your Highness, calm down! It's the slave who failed to do things well and offended the prince. Your Highness, please calm down, Your Highness, calm down..."

Shao Guan was waiting for such a sentence.

"Royal father just said to Gu a few days ago that the son of Murong has both ability and virtue, and he is a great minister. If you hadn't neglected the son, how could you be like this?"

Shao Guan turned his eyes away, and continued calmly: "Come here, take this person down, and don't enter Yeting Court!"

Murong Xing arranged shadow guards from the Marquis Mansion, and when Yu Rimu stepped on the stone steps of the East Palace, several guards were escorting the distraught servant out of the main hall.

The little yellow gate leading the way is called Dong Jiu, and he is Shao Guan's personal servant.Dong Jiu led him into the side hall, and just now saluted in a low voice.

"Your Majesty Murong, Your Highness is not feeling well today and has already rested. Your Highness said that he was the one who was rude today and neglected His Highness. Please don't take it to heart."

Murong Xing stopped in his tracks, and the slender waist of the young man in his arms subconsciously appeared in his mind, and his Adam's apple moved slightly.After a moment of silence, he nodded slightly.

"Your Highness is worrying too much. Since I have received His Majesty's will, I should assist the Crown Prince with all my heart."

Dong Jiu tentatively glanced at the cold-faced young man, and sighed inwardly.

His Highness thinks highly of this elder son, such soft words have never been heard from His Highness.It's a pity that the East Palace is still fledgling, and people may not appreciate it.

"Your Majesty is good to have a rest, the servant will retire first."

Murong Xing finished reading the secret reports collected by the shadow guards in the room, and when he got up with his eyebrows pressed, the sky outside the window had already darkened.

The guards in the East Palace are not loose, but for the eldest son of a military family, it is not difficult to sneak into the main hall without disturbing the guards.

The lights in the huge hall were turned off, revealing a sort of emptiness wrapped in darkness.

Murong Xing slowed down, walked almost silently to Shao Guan's bed, and half bent down.

Shao Guan didn't hear any sound, and naturally he wasn't awakened.The sleeping teenager was only covered with a small brocade quilt, his delicate and handsome eyebrows were tightly locked, reflecting some shadows in the dim light of the darkness.

In the dream, there are all kinds of past lives that seem to be still yesterday.

At that time, Murong Xing also lived in the East Palace as a companion, sometimes there were many performances, and the candles in his room would burn until late at night, until Murong Xing came in to coax him to sleep.

Murong Xing picked him up and walked all the way to the bed, and then either coaxed him to sleep, and then went out to review the report for him, or had a joyous and forbearing love.

When he couldn't restrain himself, his collarbone on the side of his neck would be covered with ambiguous hickey marks when he woke up in the morning, which couldn't be covered by his clothes, so he could only call himself sick.

Shao Guan's tightly locked brows and eyes suddenly relaxed a little, but after only a few breaths, his face became tense again.

Yang Ling was like a lingering nightmare. Even in his first rebirth, he knew only the tip of the iceberg of those conspiracies and calculations.

The father is old, but he let the princes fight to the death, and the East Palace is under check and balance. It is also very difficult for him to find out the forces behind Yang Ling.

And Murong Xing, the person who used to sleep on the same bed, has now become a stranger who knows nothing.

Murong Xing stood silently on the spot, his eyes flicked inch by inch over the eyebrows and eyes of the young man Qingjun on the bed, without words or movements.

It wasn't until dawn that the boy who hadn't slept all night turned around and left.