After I was reborn, I was scumbag

The man in black stood with his hands behind his back on the side of the bed, his face was hidden under the brim of the cloak, so he couldn't see clearly. When he heard Murong Xing's words, he just gave a low laugh, and immediately tore off the cloak that covered his face.

The facial features with high nose and deep eyes clearly bear the characteristics of aliens. Under the playful expression of the young man, there is no trace of femininity and weakness. On the contrary, because of the outstanding bearing of the young man, people dare not look directly at him.

"It seems that I still underestimate the son, how did the son guess about Qi Yuanxiu?"

Murong Xing looked at him sideways, with some scrutiny in his eyes, and replied lightly: "...Your Excellency, before asking me, shouldn't you take off the human skin mask first?"

"My son is wrong. My appearance is not fake, but I just borrowed Qi Yuanxiu's name..."

"Speaking of which, the prince may have seen my name on the imperial decree of Emperor Liang."

Murong Xingfeng narrowed her eyes slightly, the dark light in her eyes flashed away, and her voice was slightly hoarse: "You are the former prince, Yuan Qiong, who escaped hunting and killing more than ten years ago?"

To be able to make Yang Ling, the eldest son of the prime minister's mansion, willing to let him be in Chang'an, the capital city of Daliang, to let him be driven, and even to bring him out of the heavily guarded prison, and to stay here all the time, undoubtedly requires monstrous power.

Except for the prince of the former dynasty who was able to gather a group of dead soldiers and loyal ministers who were loyal to the former dynasty, probably no one else could disturb the situation in Chang'an like this.

As if stung by the word "former dynasty", the black-robed man's profound facial features distorted for a moment, and then he snorted coldly: "That's right, the Emperor Liang was just a small prefect back then, but he committed trouble and seized power against his master. It's really hateful."

"Oh, I almost forgot. Wasn't Shizi's father also a minister who won the world for Emperor Liang? Before the war in the Northwest was settled, Emperor Daliang was in a hurry to hide his bow and cook his lackeys. I really did it for him. The world feels worthless."

Murong Xing moved his right arm gently, the piercing pain made the young man extremely clear-headed, his cold gaze seemed to be without waves, but under closer inspection, there were constantly surging waves.

"What do you want to say?" Murong Xing slightly curled the corners of his lips, and let out a low laugh, "Your Excellency doesn't think that just with these few words, you want to convince me to join the Qian Dynasty?"

"I know very well what kind of temperament the son has. A mere sentence of beheading in the autumn will not force the son to rebel. After all, Emperor Liang still spared the lives of Marquis Pingxi and even the entire Murong family."

"It's just... I don't know if our Emperor Liang, who is full of benevolence and morality, will still care about the merits of Lord Hou and keep the glory of the Pingxi Hou Mansion after the son is killed."

Murong Xing's eyes turned cold, and the graceful jaw line was tense, as if trying to endure the anger in his heart.

Yuan Qiong saw the young man's cold expression, and continued slowly: "Since the prince recognizes my identity and knows that Qi Yuanxiu is just a substitute, he must have guessed it. I arranged."

"The prince must hate it very much. I have heard a little about the punishment in Dali Temple. One finger long silver needle pierced into the flesh one by one. The whole arm is full of needle holes. If the treatment is not timely, it will fester and ooze pus. ..."

"There is also a water prison, which is filled with salt water, soaking the wound, and I can't breathe. I can't live, I can't die. Do you think these are all thanks to me?"

As soon as the words fell, the eyes of the young man who was sitting silently on the bed suddenly had a raging murderous intent, and at some point, the hidden porcelain fragments flashed a cold light in the air, and stopped at Yuan Qiong's neck.

"Aren't these thanks to Your Excellency?"

Murong Xing paused word by word, the young man's fingertips were not strong enough, trembling slightly, but the ceramic piece he was holding was tightly pressed against Yuan Qiong's neck, it seemed that as soon as the other party made a move, it would instantly Slit his throat.

The domineering and bewitching smile on Yuan Qiong's face subsided slightly, but there was no panic on his face, as if he was examining Murong Xing's reaction.

"The son has been injured so badly, and still has such skills, if he was born in my dynasty, he will definitely be relied on by me."

"It's not because of the prestige in the army that the emperor is jealous, wronged and wronged, and ends up being scolded by everyone."

With a slight movement of Murong Xing's fingertips, the tile cut into Yuan Qiong's skin, leaving a slight bloodstain: "Could it be that your Excellency designed to frame me, and I still want to thank you?"

"If Emperor Liang really trusted and relied on the Pingxihou Mansion as he has always shown, how could he easily fall for my tricks?"

"He also appointed the fourth prince, Shao Ting, to take charge of the case. Could it be that he doesn't know that Shao Ting is ambitious and wants to sit in the Eastern Palace, so how could he spare the prince who is the prince's companion?"

Yuan Qiong lightly raised his hand, pressed the back of Murong Xing's hand holding the porcelain piece, and slowed down his tone: "Your Majesty is a genius, I have long wanted to take your Majesty for my own use."

"I might as well say it bluntly. Although I designed to frame the son, I have also thought of a perfect plan to keep the son safe and the Pingxihou Mansion not to fall. I just want to use this to let the son see the true face of Emperor Liang."

"I don't know such sincerity, can the prince calmly talk to me?"

Murong Xing's black hair, which fell to half his waist, was a little scattered in the breeze, and the broken hair covered his cold phoenix eyes, and only the sparkling stars could be vaguely seen inside.

The anger that was almost condensed into substance subsided little by little, and after a few breaths, he suddenly withdrew his hand holding the broken porcelain.

Yuan Qiong seemed very satisfied with Murong Xing's reaction, raised his hand to signal him to sit down and rest, then walked to a table not far away and brought a steaming medicinal meal.

"The son is still seriously injured. After drinking the medicine, we can talk about it later."

"What's in it?" Murong Xing asked calmly without taking the bowl.

"It's just some common herbs. If Shizi is worried, I can take a few sips first."

"No need."

The warm decoction was gulped down by the young man, and the tense atmosphere in the thatched cottage relaxed slightly.

"Why don't you tell me about your sincerity first?"

"To be honest, half of the military power of the Lingnan Army is in my hands. And the people who gave false testimony for the fourth prince Shao Ting are all former Lingnan soldiers."

"I only need to order the Lingnan Army to kill the commander in chief, rebel, and join forces with the Wei State to attack Liang. Then the witnesses Shao Ting sought are naturally the identities of the rebels. How can the testimony of the rebels and the people of Wei be credible?" Woolen cloth?"

"With Emperor Liang's suspicious character, [-]% would think that Shao Ting colluded with the Lingnan Army to rebel."

"Most of the generals in the court who are used to fighting and have great prestige in the army are the former Marquis of Pingxi. If the Emperor of Daliang does not want to be the king of subjugation, there is no other way than to absolve the guilt of his son and let the Marquis of Pingxi take back the military power. Two choices."