After I was reborn, I was scumbag

"His Royal Highness, you are awake."

The swollen temples made Shao Guan frowned slightly after waking up, and soon he saw a young man with eyebrows and looks very similar to Dong Jiu, who was waiting by the side with a bowl of medicinal food.

The temporarily dusty memories in his sleep quickly came to mind, Shao Guan opened his mouth: "This is Pingxihou Mansion?"

Immediately without waiting for the boy to answer, he struggled to get up from the bed, and continued sharply: "What year name are you using now?"

"Naturally, it is the year of Yuantong. Old General Yao has led the soldiers of the Northwest Army to wipe out all the Lingnan rebels. Now he is meeting His Majesty in the palace."

The boulder that was pressing on his heart suddenly loosened, and a smile flashed across Shao Guan's pale face.

It's just that the smile is fleeting: "... Where is your family's eldest son?"

Now that Yuan Qiong's rebellion failed, Murong Xing's collusion with the rebels must not be concealed. It is almost a certainty to raid the family and exterminate the nine clans. Why is the Pingxihou's mansion still peaceful...

"The crown prince took down Yuan Qiong's head, and he is also in the palace with the old general. His Majesty has decreed to reinstate His Highness as the crown prince. His Highness can return to the East Palace after a period of recuperation."

There was not much joy on Shao Guan's face, he said in a deep voice, "Murong Xing took Yuan Qiong's head?"

"Yes——His Royal Highness, you are not recovering from your injury, so you should not go out! Where are you going?"

Shao Guan pulled off the outer shirt on the side and dressed neatly, his eyes fell on the saber displayed outside the screen of the bedroom, and he grasped the sword in his hand without hesitation.

"Prepare the horse, I want to enter the palace."

The corpses on Yulin Road have been cleaned up, but the blood stains on the ground have been washed many times, leaving behind a strong smell of blood and dirty blood stains.

The soldiers of the Imperial Forest Army who were busy repairing the palace and taking care of the wounded had no one to stop the restored Crown Prince.

"Where is Prince Murong now?"

"Reporting to Your Highness, Prince Murong should still be staying in the Hall of Mental Cultivation. Your Majesty has returned to Qianqing Palace to rest."

Shao Guan's dark eyes were full of deep burning coldness, and his fingertips lightly stroked the complicated lines of the saber in his hand, and finally held the scabbard tightly.

He hurried towards the direction of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

"My son, now that the remnants of the previous dynasty have been wiped out, and everything has been settled, why are you still not very happy looking at it?"

The main entrance of the Hall of Mental Cultivation was slightly opened, and the voice from inside made Shao Guan pause, and he leaned against the pillar next to the hall door holding his breath.

Murong Xing hooked his lips, and didn't look at the puzzled look on Xia Tong's face, and said in a cold voice, "Who told you that I'm not happy——have you remembered everything I taught you before?"

"My son! Why? You planned and arranged the secret deployment of the Northwest Army and strangled the rebels. Why do you insist on putting all the credit on others!"

"Presumptuous! This is the inner garden of the imperial palace! If you want to talk nonsense, you can talk about it in the Hou Mansion!"

Murong Xing interrupted Xia Tong sharply, his voice slightly hoarse.

"...I have my reasons for making such an arrangement. Just do as I tell you, understand?"

The guard, who had always been indifferent to his orders, knelt down, stretched his neck, and almost shed tears: "This subordinate doesn't understand the meaning of the son!"

"In order to find out the power of the former dynasty, the prince has been with Yuan Qiongxu and the Snake for so long... On the day when the battle report came that our army was completely wiped out in the Miaojiang jungle, the subordinates knew that the prince did not close his eyes all night."

"The heart-eating Gu that Yuan Qiong gave the prince, the antidote that the prince sent me to find is what kind of medicine, the subordinate is still clear...The prince must have attracted all the Gu insects to himself!"

"There are also the prefects of the cities who colluded with Yuan Qiong, the officials in the capital who acted according to the wind, and the countless spies... Which one was not arranged by the prince to get rid of them one by one?!"

"There are so many things, as long as the son is willing to say, which one can't be found to prove it? General Yao and the soldiers of the Northwest Army have seen the seal of the son. Is it possible that they can't testify for the son?"

"Why do you have to give up the glory to others even though you have paid your debts of blood?!"

The long and narrow phoenix pupils were covered with cold ice, and with each of Xia Tong's questioning, cracks appeared one after another, as if the pain that had been hidden for a long time was peeled off in an instant, and the blood was blurred.

Murong Xing turned his back suddenly, his Adam's apple slid up and down a few times, he swallowed the blood that welled up in his mouth, and raised his hand to wipe away a little scarlet overflowing from the corner of his lips.

Pretending to be all right.

"Xia Tong, don't forget, because of me, tens of thousands of troops died in Miaojiang, and even the bones failed to return to their homeland."

"Don't forget too, there is a grievance hung on the wall of Chang'an City for public display. When he died, he was still complaining for his lord. He was only in his teens."

"What's more, I framed the prince of a country and caused him to suffer so much humiliation and pain. Any one of these crimes is enough for me to die thousands of times, so why not complain?"

"Yes, even if this is the case, the son can tell all these merits and demerits and let the world judge and judge. But now, the son only admits the guilt, but not the credit..."

"Does the prince want His Royal Highness to regard the prince as a bloody enemy for the rest of his life?"

The straight-backed young man in black clothes suddenly trembled. He stood with his back to the light, his face hidden in the darkness. It seemed that only in this way could he restrain himself and not show reluctance and weakness.

"Don't you know about Gu poison? Do you think a dying person still cares about this?"

"Your Majesty once, wasn't—"

"Yes, before the day I went to Prince Jing's Mansion, no matter how much blood was stained on my hands, I was thinking about what to do in the future and how to explain it so that His Royal Highness can forgive me."

"But after that day, I never thought about it again."

"I hope he sees me as a cruel, ruthless and ambitious man who colluded with the former prince for wealth and glory."

"It is the villain who killed countless loyal soldiers and the lives of countless civilians."

"...I understand him. If he knows everything, he will hate, but he will also feel guilty. He is a person who values ​​affection and righteousness, and he will not let himself go."

"Since I'm going to die, what difference does it make how he treats me for the rest of his life? Why not let him hate me wholeheartedly, so that he can at least live a good life."

There was a dead silence.

Tears were already on Xia Tong's face: "...That's not the case. There must be a way to cure the poison on the son. If His Royal Highness hates the son, how can the son be happy?"

Murong Xing slowed down for a few moments, then turned around, his handsome face had returned to its indifferent expression.

"If you don't have someone you like, you won't understand."

"Who said that subordinates don't have someone they like! It's just, just..."

Murong Xing suddenly smiled, and he raised his hand to signal Xia Tong to get up.

"I have already discussed with my father. From now on, you will be my father's bodyguard."

"This kind of errand is leisurely, and the salary is not low. Save some money, marry a wife and have children, and live a peaceful life. Don't run around like when you followed me."

When Murong Xing stepped out of the palace gate, the boy behind the pillar had already disappeared...

Pingxihou Mansion.

"His Royal Highness is awake, did you go out for a walk?"

The servant led Murong Xing towards the bedroom where the prince was housed, he hesitated for a moment, and replied softly: "Your Highness has already woken up, and has been in the room the whole time, never going out."

Murong Xing nodded: "Okay, you step back first."

The young man sitting on the bed pressed the long sword with his right hand. Looking at his expression, he had been waiting for him for a long time.

"I heard that the Lingnan rebels have been wiped out, and it was the son of Murong Xing who took off Yuan Qiong's head and dedicated it to his father."

Murong Xing walked forward slowly: "Yes. Is there anything else you want to ask, Your Highness?"

Shao Guan didn't answer, but continued on his own: "Someone told Gu that Dong Jiu had died a long time ago, and that Emperor Father suffered a stroke in anger on the day Lingnan Army captured Chang'an City. Now he is only conscious, but he said I don't know what to say."

"Murong Xing... why did you kill Yuan Qiong?"

"...Does Your Highness want to ask about my crimes?" Murong Xing lifted up his robe and knelt down slowly, his phoenix eyes were calm and unwavering, "On the day when the Lingnan Army was wiped out, I saw that Yuan Qiong's defeat was doomed, so I naturally thought about it." Ways to exonerate myself.”

"Did you kill him to get rid of your crime, or did you plan ahead and just wait for that day?"

Shao Guan took the long sword in his hand and drew the sharp blade out of its sheath: "Actually, Gu can't tell now whether what Murong Shizi said is true or false."

"I only know that the lives of tens of thousands of soldiers, including Dong Jiu's, will be paid for by the son, what can the son say?"

The long sword pointed at Murong Xing's chest very slowly, and the tip of the sword pressed against Xuanyi.

I couldn't tell whether it was because of the coldness of the long sword, or because of something else, but there was a fishy-sweet taste in my mouth.

Murong Xing closed his eyes, his jaw tensed, and then swallowed the blood back little by little, his phoenix eyes looked at Shao Guan lightly, all emotions were frozen in the depths of his deep pupils.

"...Of course not."

With a very light sentence, bloodshots covered Murong Xing's thin lips, spreading along the lines of the lips.

"The son can still speak now, which is really rare. Gu's sword hasn't moved yet, and there is blood in the mouth of the son?"

Shao Guan's dark peach-blossom eyes were stained with water vapor, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword trembled: "...Gu went to the Hall of Mental Cultivation today. When the prince said those words to his subordinates, Gu even heard them."

With a "clang", the long sword fell to the ground, making a muffled sound.

There seemed to be a chasm between the two.

"Gu promised you that no matter what you do, Gu will do his best to save your life."

"The antidote to the Gu poison, I will send someone to look for it. The Marquis of Pingxi is ignorant of the whole matter, and I will not implicate them because of you."

"But there is one thing you are wrong about. Gu... There is no guilt at all, even if all Gu knows, Gu will live well, so don't bother Shizi to worry about it."

[The author has something to say: Shao Guan: "I will never admit that I am a little soft-hearted!"

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