After I was reborn, I was scumbag

"So, after Prince Pingxihou visited the crown prince yesterday, the two broke up unhappy?"

"Yes, Prince Pingxi Hou left the main hall yesterday and went straight to the outside of the palace, and did not return to the East Palace until the time of the palace ban. The prince was furious and punished one of the servants who served the prince. This person happened to be our eyeliner, and the news should be true. .”

Wearing a black cloak, the man with the brim of his hat pulled down to cover his face smiled, his outstanding aura was a bit out of tune with the dilapidated thatched cottage.

"Yang Ling, what do you think about this matter?"

Yang Ling seemed to respect the man in front of him very much, with a cautious and cautious expression, he bent down and saluted.

"My subordinates think that the Marquis of Pingxi has a lot of power in the army, and Murong Xing is also a young talent. Since he is at odds with the crown prince, can we consider recruiting him to serve His Highness?"

"A joke. Marquis Pingxi is the hero who founded the Liang Dynasty. Even if Murong Xing is unwilling to assist the crown prince, it will be extremely difficult for us to use him."

The man pondered for a while, as if hesitating a bit: "However, if you want to achieve great things, you must have power in the army. Tomorrow, you will go to the Imperial College personally to test whether Murong Xing has the intention of choosing a tree to live in."

The faint morning light broke through the drowsy sky, and dyed the maroon gate of the Guozijian with a magnificent golden light.

Murong Xing entered the Imperial College when the gate of the palace first opened, and the elegant study room was empty, until the sky was completely bright, only the prince's companions entered the room together.

Following behind the fourth prince, Yang Ling happened to see the cold-looking young man behind the desk, and couldn't help laughing secretly.

As the prince's companion, but did not wait for the prince to come to the Imperial College together, it seems that what the spies said yesterday is true.

"Your Majesty Murong."

Yang Ling greeted several noble children, and naturally walked to Murong Xing and sat down beside Murong Xing, smiling decently.

"A few days ago, His Majesty ordered the crown prince to accompany the prince to read, but I haven't congratulated you yet—why don't you see His Royal Highness the crown prince?"

Murong Xing raised his eyes, looked at Yang Ling's sly mouse eyes, and his expression turned pale.

"So it's Young Master Yang." Murong Xing curled his lips, and a trace of sarcasm disappeared from his phoenix eyes, "His Royal Highness, maybe he is still lying on the sickbed, I don't know if he will come today."

"His Highness is sick? This... I saw His Highness go to the library to pick up books early yesterday morning. It must have been windy last night, and His Highness accidentally fell ill."

Murong Xing's indifferent eyes fell on the outside of the study door, and a piece of familiar apricot-yellow clothes drifted past.

The young man didn't seem to understand the mystery in Yang Ling's words, so he chuckled.

"Really, Mr. Yang remembered it wrong. The servant in the East Palace said that His Highness has been ill for many days. It turns out that seriously ill people can still go to the Library Pavilion to pick up books..."

The cold voice gradually became inaudible.

Outside the study door, Shao Guan was dressed in an apricot-yellow robe, with dark flowers and auspicious clouds lining the lifelike four-clawed python pattern, and a moon-white waist. The young Fengshen Junxiu, who had not yet reached the crown, could not conceal the surprise and anger in his eyes.

Yang Ling met those dark peach blossom eyes, secretly smiled inwardly and hurriedly got up to salute: "I have met His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Murong Xing then got up and made a half-respect: "Your Highness."

Shao Guan's hands in his sleeves were already tightly clenched into fists, his nails almost digging into his flesh.

Murong Xing actually sat down with the man who was ambitious and murdered them in the previous life, and they had a good talk!

The young man pursed his lips tightly, and looked straight at the light brown phoenix eyes in front of him, but he only saw a cold and alienated look.

Shao Guan waited for a few moments before suppressing the turbulent emotions in his heart, and said in a low voice: "There is no need to be too polite."

Yang Ling walked around to the side of the desk to make room for Shao Guan.

"Is Your Highness feeling better? Murong Shizi just told his ministers that His Highness has been seriously ill for several days, and it may be difficult for him to come to the Imperial Supervisor's class."

Shao Guan looked away suddenly, and just about to yell at him, someone grabbed his wrist.

Murong Xing smiled at Yang Ling, motioned him to leave, and looked sideways at Shao Guan.

"The Grand Tutor is here. Since Your Highness is in good health, you should concentrate on your studies."

"I'm really unwell these days..."

Shao Guan looked up at him, his black eyes were slightly red because he was eager to explain.

Murong Xing didn't seem to hear Shao Guan's explanation, but just pulled him to sit down, took advantage of the Taifu's turning around, clasped the boy's hands, and whispered close to Shao Guan's ear.

"Since His Royal Highness wants to find a reason for what happened that day, he should act decently. If His Highness likes men, the charming actors from the actor's hall, I can bring His Highness into the East Palace for His Highness to have fun."

That day when he went to the actor's house in micro-clothes, when he was leaving the palace, he happened to bump into a trafficker abducting a child and selling him into it.

Others don't need to believe his words, why Murong Xing...doesn't believe his explanation, because of this matter, he hates him so much?

In the previous life, they agreed that no matter what happened, they would trust each other...

With a "bang", all the brush and ink bamboo slips in front of the table of the two were knocked down by Shaoguan's sleeve robe and fell to the ground.

The sound of books in the study stopped abruptly, Yang Ling immediately looked back, and saw Murong Xing sitting peacefully in his place, while the young man in apricot yellow robe was standing with his hands behind his back, with a sullen expression on his face.

Shao Guan's face was pale, and the anger in his eyes dyed the pitch-black pupils with a scorching light.

The gray-haired Tai Tu cupped his hands: "May I ask what happened, Your Highness?"

Shao Guan gritted his teeth, stared at the expressionless Murong Xing beside him, and said indifferently: "It's nothing, I accidentally knocked over the pen and ink."

"It's the minister's fault for disturbing the teacher's lecture."

Murong Xing picked up the brushes on the bamboo slips scattered on the ground and placed them in front of Shao Guan. After turning his eyes away from them, he withdrew his hand and lowered his voice.

"I will ask His Majesty for orders in a few days, and I am not qualified to be the Prince's companion. If Your Highness wants to punish me, I dare not refuse."

"Murong Xing!" Shao Guan took a deep breath, "Yang Ling is a member of the Fourth Prince, how can what he said be credible?"

"Then how can His Highness guarantee that His Highness's words must be credible?"

The person who accompanied him for five years in the previous life, the person who still protected him until his death, now told him here clearly that he didn't believe his words.

Shao closed his eyes and suppressed the sour moisture in his eyes: "This matter... I will tell you again after I return to the East Palace, okay?"

It was his absurd behavior yesterday that caused Murong Xing to misunderstand, he should not blame him.

Shao Guan lowered his eyes slightly, his fine eyelashes were stained with a layer of water vapor, his voice trembled almost hoarse.

Murong Xing sneered, as if he cared about his face, so he didn't reply, but the cold light in his slightly raised phoenix eyes clearly conveyed his meaning.

After one class, the princes and their companions read out of the study room and went to rest in the hall set up in the side hall.

Yang Ling deliberately slowed down the speed of packing his pen and ink, watching Murong Xing quickly leave the table before Shao Guan got up.

"Your Majesty Murong, are you going to the side hall?"

Murong Xing stopped in his tracks, his face was not polite, but he was not cold: "Yes. Mr. Yang, does Mr. Yang know where the side hall of the Imperial College is located?"

Yang Ling stood up with a smile: "Let me go with Shizi."