After I was reborn, I was scumbag

Shao Guan watched Murong Xing chatting and laughing with Yang Ling and left the study room. When he came back to his senses, he noticed the wet and hot water stains on the white joints of his hands.

He was the only one left in the empty study room, sitting alone in his place, thinking about the past that only he remembered...

Within half a day, all the princes and noble children in the Imperial Supervisory Class knew about the abnormality of His Highness the Crown Prince during the morning class.

Yang Ling warmly accompanied Murong Xing, and introduced some children of civil servant families to him one by one.

"Murong's son is a general. He has been sharpened in the army since he was a child, unlike me who only know how to dance and write. I hope the son will give you a lot of advice for the riding and archery class in the afternoon."

Murong Xing seemed to be quite pleased with the nodded, his cold expression eased a little: "Young Master Yang, you are polite."

Although Yang Ling had a pair of mouse eyes, his face was fair and clean, and he usually looked like a handsome young man. In addition, he had a good family background, so he could be called a clean stream among the dudes of the Imperial College.

Most of the disciples of civil servants were headed by him. When they heard Yang Ling compliment Murong Xing like this, they naturally laughed along with him.

Hearing that Murong Xing did not refuse, Yang Ling smiled even wider.

"Look, just as we were talking, the lecturer has arrived." Yang Ling raised his hand to signal Murong Xing to go first, halfway through, he suddenly stopped, "I don't know where His Royal Highness is now, and whether the prince..."

Murong Xing frowned, and calmly turned his eyes away from the apricot-yellow figure approaching from a distance.

"Your Highness should be very familiar with the Imperial College. Let's go first."

It has only been more than ten years since Daliang was founded, and there are many small countries around it.The Son of Heaven attaches great importance to riding and archery, and even the children of civil servants have to take riding and archery lessons under the supervision of the Emperor.

Shao Guan chose a snow-riding horse from the stable, and Dong Jiu was by his side. When he saw Murong Xing and Yang Ling coming to the stable together, he couldn't help complaining in a low voice: "It's too disrespectful for His Royal Highness to be like this. The prince accompanied me but..."

Shao Guan pulled the reins, got on his horse, and couldn't help looking at Murong Xing: "Don't talk nonsense."

Putting on a narrow-sleeved Hu suit that is convenient for riding and shooting, the young man's loose black hair is tied up with plain white hairpins, and his face is handsome and sharp, which is enough to attract everyone's attention even among many handsome men.

"Your Majesty Murong."

Murong Xing turned his face sideways, and saluted the young man on horseback: "What orders does Your Highness have?"

Shao Guan was naturally aware of the indifference hidden in the other party's respectful tone.

"...After the riding and archery class, if the prince has nothing to do, go back to the East Palace with Gu. If you have something important to discuss with the prince."

Murong Xing let out a "hmm" and said nothing more.

The light of hope in Shao Guan's dark peach blossom eyes faded little by little. The young man on the white horse held the reins tightly, as if he wanted to say something more, but Yang Ling kept smiling and stood aside.

Murong Xing didn't look at those eyes.

"Does Your Highness have anything else to do? If not, I will go with Mr. Yang to choose horses."

There is a row of archery targets at a distance of about [-] meters on the wide grassland, and a row of long bows and arrows is nearby.

The commander of the forbidden army who taught the class chose a hard bow carved from red sandalwood and handed it to Shao Guan.

"Today is the riding and archery class. According to the old rules, please come first, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Murong Xing watched Shao Guan take over the longbow, narrowing his eyes slightly.

Others may not know this longbow, but everyone in the army is familiar with it.One year ago, when the Dirong people came to Chang'an to pay tribute, they presented this red sandalwood hard bow to the emperor.

However, this hard bow was passed around among the generals in the army, and no one was able to draw it to its full capacity.In the end, it was the veteran who was over fifty in his middle age who went out to kill the spirit of the Dirong people.

How could the pampered and pampered prince be able to pull the bow and arrow that even the generals on the battlefield can hardly pull?

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, could it be that he wants to lose Shao Guan's face?

Murong Xing glanced at the commander of the imperial army, and a trace of unclear emotion flashed in his phoenix eyes.

However, Shao Guan, who had already driven his horse to the pasture, did not notice anything unusual. With the young man raising his whip, the snow-white horse galloped towards the arrow targets lined up.

After Yang Ling and the commander of the forbidden army exchanged glances, he turned to Murong Xing with a smile: "How many ten rings do you think His Royal Highness can get?"

"I don't know how His Royal Highness's riding and archery skills are. But with this longbow, I'm afraid he can't even shoot an arrow."

"Your Majesty has good eyesight, this red sandalwood hard bow is..."

As soon as the words fell, the commander of the imperial army shouted: "The first arrow missed the target!"

Murong Xing's gaze was firmly locked on the young man in the distance, following the word "off target", several favored princes around him sneered without hesitation.

"It seems that the third brother is really seriously ill!"

"The second arrow, missed the target!"

Shao Guan's hand holding the bowstring trembled slightly, his fingers were almost bleeding, but the longbow in his hand was only stretched by a small arc. difficult to reach.

This bow...was tampered with.

In the previous life, there had never been such twists and turns.Because of Murong Xing's completely different attitude towards him, many things may no longer develop according to the trajectory of his previous life.

I don't know what kind of mood it was, which prompted Shao Guan to turn his head and take a look. The black hair scattered by the gust of wind covered the boy's eyebrows and eyes.

Murong Xing was standing in the crowd, still eye-catching, but that young man didn't guard him everywhere as he remembered.

When Shao Guan rode back to the original place, Xinghuang's sleeve robe was stained with several spots of blood, and the wet blood dripped down the bowstring along his fingertips.

The fourth prince pouted angrily: "Why is the third brother so careless, he even hurt his hand when he drew the bow. Dong Jiu, why don't you give your master medicine?"

"This is a red sandalwood bow, and it is common for His Highness to be unable to pull it open."

Yang Ling handed Dong Jiu the wound medicine he had prepared, not caring about Shao Guan's gloomy expression when he looked at him.

The commander of the imperial army bowed down and saluted: "Your Highness, forgive me. I just heard the introduction from Prince Murong before I realized that this bow is the red sandalwood bow that Di Rong paid tribute to."

The hands of the left and right princes were injured by himself while riding and shooting, and he could not be blamed anyway.

"Murong Shizi has practiced martial arts since he was a child, why don't you let him have a try."

Murong Xing lowered his eyes, the longbow string in his hand was still printed with Shao Guan's blood.

If I really pulled this bow in front of everyone, it would be tantamount to sweeping Shao Guan's last face to the ground.

But this is not enough.

Murong Xing took out a handkerchief to wipe off the blood on the string, and smiled.

"Although this bow is not bad, I tried it in the Marquis Mansion a year ago. As His Highness's companion, I should do my best. Why don't I teach His Highness how to draw this bow?"

Yang Ling was stunned for a moment when he heard these words. Probably only the prince of the Pingxi Hou Mansion, who holds most of the military power, would dare to say such an arrogant sentence.

Shao Guan raised his eyes in disbelief, and his eyes met Murong Xing's handsome face, which seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and he understood the meaning of the other party in an instant.

Murong Xing is determined, he doesn't want to be his prince's companion anymore.

Since he was entangled, he humiliated him in public, forcing him to let him go.

The anger and grievance in his heart made the boy's hands tightly clenched into fists.As a prince, how could he have been provoked like this?

But, that was his favorite person, how could he treat him, and how could he treat him?