After I was reborn, I was scumbag

The cold winter wind blew over the sweat on Shao Guan's cheeks, and a burst of icy cold made the boy's mind suddenly clear.

If he wanted to keep Murong Xing, he could only grit his teeth and obey his words.

Shao Guan tied the gauze wrapped around his hands tightly, and forced a smile: "...Okay, then I will ask the prince for advice."

The bony hand covered the back of his hand, and the dry and warm touch penetrated clearly through the skin, burning his heart.

The boy beside him was half a head taller than him, and his shoulders just touched the other's chest.

Maybe it's because Murong Xing practiced martial arts since he was a child, the boy's body has wide shoulders and narrow waist, not as thin as he looks.

"Why is Your Highness so nervous?"

The deep voice rang in the ear, just blocking the sight of everyone behind him.Only Shao Guan was aware that this kind of intimacy in his memory was now being oppressed by Murong Xing every step of the way.

"I told you that there was a misunderstanding in the previous matter, and I will explain it clearly to you..."

Murong Xing was noncommittal, the hand covering the back of Shao Guan's hand gradually exerted force, and the tough bowstring was pulled apart little by little, although the bow was not full, but it reached the arc that should be used when drawing a bow in normal times.

The feathered arrow on the string hummed, broke through the air, and flew towards the distant archery target.

The sturdy haystack fell in response, creating a cloud of dust and grass.

"Excellent arrow skills! His Royal Highness Murong is worthy of being a general, but he can even draw a bow as hard as red sandalwood!"

There were several echoing applause from behind.

Murong Xing looked down at the reddish ears of the boy in his arms, and slowly let go of his hand.

"Third brother has a companion like Murong Shizi, my younger brother is really envious. In a few days, my younger brother will hold a banquet in the mansion, I wonder if third brother will do me the honor to go to the banquet with the eldest son?"

"Invited by the fourth brother, Gu is naturally willing to attend the banquet." Shao Guan slightly shook his head at Dong Jiu, who was beside him with anger written on his face, "Murong Shizi, today's class is over, let's go back to the East Palace with Gu."

Watching the two of them leave, Yang Ling charged the Fourth Prince with a crime, rode out of the Imperial College without stopping, and ran towards Chang'an West Street.

Most of the people living in West Street are poor people, and the streets and alleys are intricate.Yang Ling carefully walked around the streets and alleys a few times, making sure that no one was following him, and then opened the door and entered a dilapidated thatched cottage.

Sitting in front of the table, the man in black robe saw Yang Ling hurrying in, took a sip from his tea cup, "It seems that today's trial went well."

Yang Ling cupped his hands and explained in detail what happened at the Guozijian today.

"The Marquis of Pingxi's mansion is very powerful. I have heard that the prince Murong thinks highly of himself. Looking at it today, I don't know how the prince offended Murong Xing. The fourth prince is very happy to see the prince being beaten."

"Oh? Murong Xing offended the crown prince so much, how could Shaoguan hold back his anger?"

"The prince also knows that if he has the support of the Marquis of Pingxi, the battle for the heir apparent will be equivalent to controlling most of the military power, so naturally he won't let it go easily."

The black-robed man narrowed his eyes, as if he wasn't too disturbed by the news: "You send someone to find out why the prince is at odds with Murong Xing—the rest of the princes intend to win him over ?”

"This... the subordinates haven't noticed the clue. After all, Murong Xing is still the prince's companion. Although the fourth prince is happy, he hasn't shown any intention of recruiting him yet."

"Well, it's interesting." The black-robed man slowly stroked the teacup with his fingertips, and chuckled, "In a few days, I will personally go to see the details of Murong Xing. You should find out what happened that day first, and then come Report to me."

"My subordinate understands."

The atmosphere in the East Palace was cold.

Murong Xing knelt in front of Shao Guan, his jade-colored face reflected the flickering candlelight, as cold as snow on the top of a mountain.

"Does Your Highness have anything else to say to the minister?"

Shao Guan looked down at the person in front of him, opened his mouth, and realized that he didn't know what to say.

"...I have already told you what I should say."

Murong Xing, do you not believe what I say at all?

long silence.

The cold wind at night passed through the gap in the hall door, instantly messing up the rice paper on the table.

Before Shao Guan could react, a stack of scrolls was stretched by the wind and fell into the charcoal brazier beside him.

On the picture scroll, the handsome face with sword eyebrows and starry eyes was engulfed in flames, and reflected in Murong Xing's light brown phoenix eyes.

"This is what His Highness said, misunderstanding?"

Murong Xing curled his lips, and stood up before Shao Guan could answer, the complex emotions in his heart stained the boy's face with a strange cold color.

"Your Highness, why don't you explain to me, who is the person drawn on this paper?"

"Your Highness just... wants me?"

Shao Guan stared blankly at the sparks rising from the brazier, and when he came back to his senses, Murong Xing had already walked in front of him, wearing a luxurious ocher red robe, staining his jade-colored face with a little hostility.

He misses him.

How could he let go of so many days and nights in his previous life so easily?

But during Murong Xing's questioning, he knew that his reluctance and concessions were, in the eyes of the other party, just an embarrassment of being obsessed with masculinity.

The more silent he was, the colder Murong Xing's sharp face became.

"Your Highness spoke so eloquently before, why are you silent now?"

"...Murong Xing, what do you want to be lonely, so that you can continue to be the prince's companion?" Shao Guan directly met Murong Xing's deep phoenix eyes.

He wanted to say "I can't be willing to let you go", but in the end the words overflowed from his throat were: "I need the power of the Pingxihou Mansion alone, and my son doesn't want to fight for the heir apparent when the neighboring countries are strong now." Push it straight to the top."

"It would be best if Your Highness thinks this way." Murong Xing chuckled, his eyes lingering presumptuously on Shao Guan's peach-like lips.

Half of Shao's concern was subconscious forbearance, and the other half was indescribable anger.

"Gu naturally thinks this way. The fourth younger brother will hold a banquet in the palace in a few days, so Mr. Murong should go with Gu."

After a few days of calm, Yang Ling and Murong Xing had already gotten to know each other very well.

Naturally, intentionally or unintentionally, he repeatedly proposed in front of the fourth prince that the banquet at the palace should be organized as soon as possible.

One of the invitations was specially sent to the East Palace, and the other was sent to the Pingxihou Mansion.

Standing behind the fourth prince, Yang Ling greeted the guests together in front of the main gate of the palace. When he saw two luxurious cars driving one south and the other north, the corners of his lips smiled even wider.

The mother and concubine of the fourth prince Shao Ting had just been conferred the title of imperial concubine not long ago, and she was gaining favor in the palace.

This time the palace held a banquet, apparently it was just to invite some rich and powerful children to enjoy the plum blossoms, but in fact, it wanted to take the opportunity to show off the honor and favor it received.

"Third brother! Third brother has a lot of things to do every day. It's a great honor to be able to come to the banquet for my younger brother." Shao Ting winked at Yang Ling, "I heard that third brother likes guqin, and the musicians my younger brother invited this time are famous in Jiangnan... ..."

"The musician His Royal Highness is talking about is Qi Yuanxiu from Jiangnan?"

Shao Guan suddenly turned around and saw Murong Xing wearing a solemn azure robe, the corners of his lips were slightly drawn, he seemed in a good mood, but the smile was for the musician.

Shao Ting laughed: "By the way, Prince Murong also loves Qin, and the one I invited here this time is that Qi Yuanxiu!"