After I was reborn, I was scumbag

Time flies is half a month.

Emperor Daliang was furious when Long Yan received the report, and immediately decreed that Murong Xing should be relieved of his official position, and he ordered people to hurry up and take him back to Chang'an City to await trial.

And with the high-pitched voice of the eunuch delivering the decree, and the news that His Royal Highness fell ill due to a cold due to heavy military duties, it spread throughout the defenders of Jiayuguan within a day.

"Dong Jiu, when will Prince Murong leave for Chang'an?"

The weak and low voice was like the whisper of a ghost, entangled in the slightly cold air, without much anger.

There was a charcoal fire burning in the corner of the tent, and because Shao Guan's illness was so severe that he was in a coma almost all day long, no candles were lit in the tent.

At this moment, the young man on the bed had just woken up for a while, and his pitch-black peach blossom pupils seemed to be pressed by something, so deep that the light could not penetrate, as if a layer of fog had been cast on the eyelids of a blind person.

The plain shirt was loosely covered on Shao Guan's body. In just a few days, the boy lost a lot of weight, and his delicate collarbone became more and more obvious on his lustrous skin.

Dong Jiu saw his majesty's disfigured appearance, and heard that he intervened about Murong Xing as soon as he woke up, and couldn't help feeling anxious and angry.

"How sick is Your Highness? You still have the mind to ask about Prince Murong..."

Shao Guan covered his lips with his sleeve and coughed a few times, finally clearing his throat a bit: "Sleeping alone for a few days... When will the prince leave?"

In the past few days, he always wakes up from time to time when he sleeps, and his mind seems to be bursting by something, and it is chaotic.

Sometimes when he wakes up twice, what he sees is the dark night outside the tent, which makes it almost impossible for him to tell whether it is the same night or another day has passed.

"His Royal Highness has been asleep for three days. The doctor has prescribed many medicines, but His Highness has not recovered after using them."

Seeing that Shao Guan's lips were dry and cracked, Dong Jiu quickly brought water.

"Old General Yao said that if His Highness never recovered from his illness, he would ask His Majesty to return to the palace to recuperate."

"Nonsense." Shao Guan drank a few sips of water to moisten his throat, "The coach has been changed, and the supervising army will return to Chang'an to recuperate. What do you make the soldiers guarding the pass think?"

Dong Jiu muttered, "I don't understand these important military affairs, but I know that His Highness should take a good rest, and stop meddling in other people's affairs..."

Hearing what Dong Jiu said, Shao Guan didn't get angry, the boy stretched his body and leaned against the bed, his thin cheeks showed more and more beautiful jaw line.

"...It doesn't matter if you are an outsider, tell Gu first, when will Prince Murong leave?"

"The father-in-law who passed the decree said that he should leave tomorrow morning at the latest. However, your majesty not only has the position of general of the son, but also the status of the son of Pingxi Hou. No one dares to neglect him along the way."

Shao Guan nodded: "Well, what you said is true. It's just that I still don't know how Father Huang thinks about this matter. It's better to have a conclusion early on whether this battle will be a draw or not."

He was afraid that he would go back too late and would not be able to deal with this matter for Murong Xing.

No matter what, Murong Xing died for him in the last life.

Whether public or private, he shouldn't allow Murong Xing to be wronged and suffer now.

Seeing the handsome young man's eyebrows furrowed again, Dong Jiu couldn't help persuading him, "Your Highness is still recuperating, don't overthink it..."

As soon as Shao Guan shifted his thoughts to these things, he suddenly felt a tingling sensation in his temples, as if long needles had been pierced into his brain one by one, and a thin layer of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

"On this matter, I wrote a memorial to ask my father again... During the few days when I fell ill, did the son of Murong come?"

"I've never been here. Old General Yao took a few lieutenants to visit. It's just that there are heavy military affairs and he left soon."

"I know." After talking for a while, his body began to feel hot again. Even though he lit the brazier and covered himself with a quilt, he still felt cold.

Shao Guan sighed almost silently, Dong Jiu's answer was not beyond his expectation, Murong Xing looked at him now like a poisonous scorpion, why would he come to visit him?

He was only too sick to ask that question.

Dong Jiu has been with Shao Guan for so many years, so he can see that His Royal Highness is exhausted, so he respectfully said: "Your Highness, rest earlier, the soup and medicine are here, and the servant will wake His Highness again."

The sky outside the tent had already darkened, but it didn't take long for the inside of the tent to be completely enveloped in darkness.

The wind and cold made the thoughtful young man fall asleep in a few moments.

But Shao Guan frowned, his lips were tightly pressed together, as if he was not sleeping peacefully.

The dreams during the illness are always grotesque, and I can't remember anything when I wake up, but it is so clear in the dream that it seems to be happening right in front of my eyes.

On a long road with no end in sight, for a while, there was Murong Xing's gentle smile like the breeze and the moon, and for a while, it was a stern face with cold phoenix eyes.

Just a moment ago, he was riding the same horse with Murong Xing, galloping to see the hydrangeas outside Chang'an City, and the next moment, he saw the young man's body lying in the sea of ​​hydrangeas, covered in blood and terribly dirty.

"no no……"

In the dark, Shao Guan seemed to realize that this was a dream, but even knowing that, seeing Murong Xing's body icy and cold in front of him, he still couldn't restrain the feeling of wanting to cry.

Like every time the dream changes, the gray light blurs the scene in front of me, and it gradually becomes dark...

There was a rough touch on the cheek, which was infinitely magnified in the darkness, and Shao Guan's body was shocked immediately.

He slowly opened his eyes to see another dream that was waiting for him.

What came into view was a pair of well-knit hands, the nails were neatly trimmed, and the thin calluses ran across his cheeks, taking away the wet water stains on them.

It's just that the hands stopped suddenly after he opened his eyes, and they were about to be pulled away in the next moment.

There was a nice cold fragrance on the sleeve that brushed the tip of his nose. In the darkness, he saw the boy sitting beside him.

The sharp-edged face is sharp and sharp, and the phoenix eyes are like a corner of the night sky, which is unbelievably deep.

Shao Guan smiled, and he didn't know what kind of mood this smile was.

It was Murong Xing again.

"You came to see me," he said.

His voice was low and hoarse, yet full of indescribable grievances.

"I thought you wouldn't see me again before you left."

The person beside him seemed to freeze for a moment, Shao Guan gently tore off the quilt, supported himself up with his hands, the already loose jacket slipped off, exposing half of his chest and waist.

The boy's waist is slender and thin, like a wicker in the south of the Yangtze River.

"Your Highness, do you know... who is this minister?"

Shao Guan's pitch-black peach eyes were as pure as a child's: "Of course I know, you are Murong Xing. Although it was in a dream, I still remember it."

You are the person I cherish the most and want to save the most, how could I not remember it?

The young man in front of him smiled, his thin lips curled slightly, the black mist covering his eyes seemed to have dissipated for a moment, his eyes were full of tenderness and distress, almost drowning in it.

"……Dream?"

"It's been so many days... isn't it all a dream?"

A soft color flashed between Shao Guan's eyebrows, and he moved to close the distance with Murong Xing.

Seeing that the boy just stared at him blankly, he opened his arms again.

"In the dream, don't you coax me?"