After I was reborn, I was scumbag

Under the prison uniform, the jade-like chest, waist and abdomen are well-structured, but every line is tightly stretched, as if at the end of its strength, if you don't try your best, you will no longer be able to maintain your dignity.

Shao Guan raised his eyes to look at him, absurdly thinking that if he stretched out his hand to help him at this moment, it would probably hurt Murong Xing more deeply than the cruel punishments in Dali Temple.

He could no longer hear all the voices around him, so he asked over and over again: "...What do you mean it doesn't matter anymore, you are still my attendant, how come it doesn't matter?"

"What time is it now, the emperor ordered to kill you, you... just believe me once, can't you?"

The pupils of the two people's eyes are full of reflections of each other's figure, but there is regret in one eye, and emptiness in the other.

Murong Xing hooked his lips, and let out a low, inaudible laugh from his chapped thin lips.

He didn't look at Shaoguan, but just took a small step towards the kneeling Imperial Forest Army.

The words were addressed to Shao Guan.

"...His Royal Highness, it is for the protection of the family of the minister. Don't get involved in this matter anymore, that's good."

The commander of the imperial forest army glanced at the absent-minded young man not far away, picked up the shackles tremblingly, and clasped Murong Xing's wrist.

The weight of more than ten kilograms had already made his hands tremble continuously, his muscles and bones protruded, and it seemed that they would break at any time.

An unexplainable intense emotion suddenly exploded in Shao Guan's beautiful peach blossom eyes after the sound of shackles.

"Gu's order, doesn't it work? Gu said, no one is allowed to take him away!"

With a movement of the young man's slender wrist, he drew out a long sword worn by a prison guard, and pointed the sword point directly at the neck of the commander of the Imperial Forest Army.

The one he wants to protect has always been Murong Xing alone.If he died, even if the Pingxihou Mansion still survived, what use would it be to him?

To live a new life, what he wanted was to give each other the best ending of staying together before it was too late.

Instead of watching Murong Xing covered in bruises like now, watching him die at the hands of his father because of an unwarranted crime.

The young man's handsome and picturesque face was a bit cold and pale in the dark dungeon, and the hand clenched on the hilt of the sword was almost embedded in it, as if if the commander dared to refuse to obey, the sword would splatter three feet of blood on the spot. .

"Take off the shackles, go outside Dali Temple and call for a carriage, and I must take Murong Xingmiansheng!"

The commander of the Imperial Forest Army was stunned by Shao Guan's hoarse words that almost broke his voice. After hesitating for a moment, he planned to call someone to call for a carriage outside Dali Temple.

But before the words were spoken, there was a soft voice: "...His Royal Highness, the minister has already played half a month ago, and I beg your majesty to remove you from the position of the prince's attendant."

"Your Majesty has already agreed. Those who are guilty of the death penalty dare not have any relationship with the crown prince."

"I also implore Your Highness, in view of the hard work of my father's family, don't go to anger His Majesty and implicate innocent people."

"Your Majesty, I implore you."

……

"The imperial decree has been issued, and the Imperial Forest Army has escorted Murong Xing to the prison. After the autumn, he will be executed."

As soon as Yang Ling got the news, he hurried to the thatched hut. After briefly talking about the matter, he stood respectfully at one side, waiting quietly for the man in black on the seat not far away to answer.

The man in black nodded slightly, his voice was deliberately suppressed, without any ups and downs: "Thank you, it took a lot of effort to convince that idiot Shao Ting to find perjury evidence to convict Murong Xing, right?"

"You are serious, but this subordinate granted him the military power of the Beijing Guard Army in order to persuade the Fourth Prince to give up Murong Xing. I don't know..."

"This matter is easy. Shao Ting is nothing more than a waste. The military power of the Jingwei garrison was given to him, and he was only loaned out for a period of time. Sooner or later, he will take it back."

The man in black casually took out a delicate seal from his cuff and threw it to Yang Ling.

"You take this thing and go to the commander of the Jingwei garrison, he will naturally understand."

"promise."

"What's important now is that after going around such a big circle, it would be a pity if Murong Xing and the power of the Xihou Mansion were not obtained."

Yang Ling put away the seal letter, and his respect for the man in black deepened in his heart, and he asked in a low voice: "Please also show me, what should my subordinates do next."

The man in black was not in a hurry to answer his question: "I heard that Prince Shaoguan, after rushing back to Chang'an overnight, went to Dali Temple first?"

"Exactly. It's just that he went there and didn't see any results. Murong Xing was still taken away by the Imperial Forest Army."

"This person is used to winning people's hearts, so he's a tricky one. The military power in the northwest is now in his hands."

"I have my own plans for Murong Xing's affairs. You just need to watch Shao Guan's actions and come here to report to me every day."

"My subordinate understands."

As soon as Yang Ling returned to the prime minister's mansion, the servant who was close to him hurried up to greet him and reported in a low voice: "My lord, there's news from the prison that Pingxihou's son is seriously injured, I'm afraid it's—"

"Trash, it's not that you have to be measured when you start. If someone really dies in prison, how do you ask me to explain to the fourth prince and His Majesty!?"

Yang Ling's complexion sank, and in a fit of rage, he kicked the boy on the stomach and cursed: "Hurry up and call for a doctor, take the best wound medicine from the house, and go to the prison!"

"Eldest son, calm down. At first, the slave thought that Prince Pingxihou was still sane, so he didn't pay much attention to it. Who knew that something like this happened this afternoon. The ginseng soup that hangs his life has already been sent over. I want to come... "

All the prisoners on death row were imprisoned in the prison, and there was no place to stay in the corner. The stench, musty smell, and blood mixed together, forcing Yang Ling to cover his mouth and nose with his sleeve in disgust.

While cursing secretly in my heart: "This is a place where people or ghosts live!"

"You want to come, you want to have a fart! If Murong Xing dies, your head will not be kept!"

The rotten straw was wet, as if it would never dry.

The white prison uniform had long been soaked, covering the body of the young man lying on the ground in a icy cold state.

Two guards surrounded him, pouring ginseng soup into Murong Xing's mouth with porcelain bowls, but unfortunately the young man's teeth were tightly closed, and the poured ginseng soup dripped down, dripping to the ground.

Yang Ling frowned, and waved the jailer away.The doctors behind him hurried up with the medicine box and checked it carefully.

"No matter what method is used, this person must be rescued by this young master, otherwise—"

Those doctors were ordinary pharmacy shopkeepers, but they were caught by Yang Ling unexpectedly, and they went to a place like Tianlao. How dare they not be dedicated, but after checking Murong Xing's injuries, their voices were already trembling with fear.

"This this……"

This hand is full of needle holes all the way up, and it is not uncommon for old wounds on the shoulder to be combined with new wounds to cause infection and high fever.

What they were afraid of was that if it weren't for the scabs left by the needle holes, no one would have seen what kind of cruel punishment this young man who was lying on the ground and almost breathless had received.

If there is no treatment, that hand will almost fester.

"Mr. Yang, it's not that the grassroots are negligent. This person's injuries are too serious. I can't guarantee that I can save him!"

What's more, with Murong Xing's appearance, he can't feed wound medicine or tonic at all, so what can they do?