After I was reborn, I was scumbag

Yang Ling's face was gloomy, and he reached out to feel the pulse on Murong Xing's neck. After weighing it over and over again, he finally ordered in a cold voice, "Take him out and put him in the carriage."

Several jailers hurriedly knelt down: "Young Master Yang, this man is a death row prisoner, no, no, no permission to take him out of the prison!"

"Things that don't have eyes, could it be that he's dead, so you can explain it?" Yang Ling spat, "Since the Fourth Highness is in charge of this case, I will naturally report it to His Highness."

"……promise."

The carriage drove all the way to the fourth prince's mansion, but it turned a corner at the last street and went to the cottage where the man in black was staying.

"What happened?" the man in black asked in a deep voice when he heard the sound of the wooden door being pushed open in the courtyard.

"It's Murong Xing... The people in Dali Temple have no hands or feet. He is seriously injured. The subordinates are afraid that he won't be able to survive, so they took the initiative and brought people here."

The man in black turned sideways, watching the servants of the Prime Minister's Mansion carry the unconscious young man in. The next moment, a few dark darts flew out from under the wide sleeves, piercing the back of the servants' necks. Instant death.

"You go to Shao Ting first, and tell him about Murong Xing's injury, so as not to cause any trouble——After Murong Xing wakes up, I will send you a message."

Yang Ling naturally had no objection to what the man in black said, and immediately nodded in agreement, and headed towards Shao Ting's mansion.

The undercurrent in Chang'an City caused by the case of Pingxihou Shizi collaborating with the enemy suddenly turned into a huge wave after Shao Guan returned to the palace.

The Emperor Liang's cloudy eyes stared at the young man kneeling upright, and he pushed all the memorials on the table to the ground.

"Presumptuous! I have taught you for so many years, what is the dignity of a prince, and I taught you such a rebellious and useless thing!"

The bamboo slip thrown over was impartial, and landed in the corner of Shao Guan's eye, leaving a bloodstain in an instant.

The red blood drops formed a line and slid down Shao Guan's straight nose.

He bowed heavily and kowtowed, not paying attention to the real anger on Emperor Liang's face, and repeated what he said just now.

"Father, Marquis of Pingxi is the hero who founded the country. Murong Xing, as the son of Marquis of Pingxi, is also the attendant of his son, so it is absolutely impossible for him to collude with the enemy and treason the country. Father, please be careful!"

"Nizi! What do you mean by this, are you saying that I have wronged Zhongliang? This case is presided over by the court, and the three divisions will try it together. There are all witnesses and material evidence, and you are not allowed to shout here!"

Emperor Daliang was panting heavily, as if he was already extremely angry, like an old lion king, his power was still there, but he couldn't do what he wanted.

Taking into account the dignity of the royal family, he waved his hand away from the eunuchs standing on both sides, and then turned his attention to Shao Guan who kowtowed until his forehead was covered with blood.

His tone softened a little, almost earnest.

"I know, you kid grew up soft but not tough."

"It doesn't matter that you value the power of the Pingxihou Mansion. As the prince of the East Palace, you have some power in the army, and I won't interfere too much. When Murong Xing serves his sentence, I will officially hand over the military power of the Northwest Army to you. Is that good?"

The blood stains stuck to the jet-black hair, making Shao Guan's complexion even fairer.It's just that the beautiful peach blossom eyes are still stubbornly looking at the person sitting on the throne, stubbornly refusing to give in.

"Father, since the Northwest Army is under the command of General Yao Feng, the military power should naturally be in his hands. My son has no military exploits and no military position, so he deserves it."

"But I know that Murong Xing, the eldest son of Pingxihou, is innocent. If he is really guilty, he will not be exonerated as my son's companion. I implore the father to take back his order and send another person to investigate the case!"

With a "bang", Emperor Liang's palm slapped on the table with a muffled sound, his eyes tearing open.

"Are you threatening me? You are the prince of the East Palace, the future emperor! How can you lose your composure because of a subject!"

Emperor Daliang got up suddenly, and paced back and forth in the hall, his gaze gradually changed from furious anger at the beginning, to doubt and doubt, and finally to a trace of indiscernible fear.

It was as if countless poisonous vines suddenly grew between the father and son of the Tian family.

"Why, don't you think that you are my only son, and the position of the crown prince is as stable as a rock?"

"I have so many sons, do you think I dare not abandon you! If it weren't for the sake of your mother's kindness and virtue for so many years, I would have punished you and Murong Xing together!"

The blood that flowed from his forehead soaked into Shao Guan's eyes, the dark eyes were covered with a layer of blood mist, and his eyes were filled with thick scarlet that couldn't be melted away.

A heart was so cold that he didn't feel it for a long time. He was clearly in Tianjia, but at this moment he found that he was too well protected by Murong Xing in his previous life.

It turned out that I was so naive.

"...Father, my son has never thought of it like this. My son is unworthy, and he deserves death if he contradicts his father here. It's just the case of Murong Xing. I beg my father to see the hard work of the old lord Come on, take it back."

"It's really stubborn." Emperor Liang stared at him coldly, the pity on his face had long been covered by clouds of suspicion.

"Since you like to kneel so much, then you will keep kneeling here. When will you come to admit your mistake, and when will you come to see me again—come, pass on my will, and punish Crown Prince Shaoguan to confine him to the East Palace for a month. Without my will, anyone No one can come in or out!"

In early spring, the evening wind at dusk is still chilly.The golden bricks in the Hall of Mental Cultivation were filled with layers of cold air, but within a few hours, Shao Guan's knees were so frozen that he lost consciousness.

All the braziers in the hall were extinguished long ago under the order of Emperor Liang, leaving only the empty hall and the darkness spreading from it.

The young man's spine was as straight as bamboo after the rain, but with a cotton coat on his body, his thin back only seemed thin.

The nails were hammered into the flesh in the clenched fists under the sleeves. It was hard to tell whether it was cold or pain. His handsome face was pale with blood loss, and he looked extremely lonely and desperate under the flickering candlelight. .

What else can he do to save Murong Xing?

He thought about it carefully in his heart, and a helpless wry smile flashed in his peach blossom eyes.

Shao Ting obeyed Yang Ling's words and controlled the power of the Dali Temple of the Ministry of Criminal Justice. Even if the evidence in this case was incomplete, it would take more than a month for them to find someone to give false testimony.

It seems that apart from the empty name of a prince, he has no bargaining chips to exchange Murong Xing back from the death god.

When Shao Guan slowly let go of his hand, the blood left between his fingers trickled into the cracks of the gold bricks little by little, and finally condensed into black-red dirt, which was swallowed up by the darkness along with the boy's pale face...

"Your Majesty Murong, you are awake."

The phoenix eyes that seemed to have melted into the night opened a crack, and beads of cold sweat flowed down the sharp edges and corners of Murong Xing's cheeks, all the way into the collar of the plain white jacket.

The narrow and deep eyes regained their focus little by little in the bright candlelight, but the bright light image above was covered with a phantom of a nightmare, and in the phantom was a young man in a thin prison uniform full of scars on the tower.

Murong Xing's breathing was heavy and rapid, and when the phoenix eyes were finally able to see the scene in front of them clearly, they suddenly became sharper.

He slowly stood up, completely ignoring the piercing pain in his right arm after exerting all his strength.

"Mr. Qi..." The boy's voice was a little dry because he hadn't drank water for a long time, but his tone was filled with a chill, "Or, should I call you, Qi Yuanxiu's master?"