After I was reborn, I was scumbag

The corners of Murong Xing's lips hooked slightly, and the look in his eyes suddenly softened for a moment, and he said softly: "...that's good."

We are like this, let each other go, let go of ourselves...

He turned around and walked towards the outside of the hall, his robe rustled violently in the wind, but his slightly closed phoenix eyes could not conceal the pain in his heart, let alone suppress the blood that had welled up to his lips.

The pace was a little faster, and he clenched his fist with his right hand, desperately wiping away the spilled blood to block it.

"Murong Xing!" Shao Guan's dark eyes were full of blood on the floor tiles, and his voice changed in an instant, "How did the poison in your body explode so quickly?!"

The young man suddenly got up, walked to Murong Xing's side in a few steps, and grabbed Murong Xing's hand covering his lips.

He has never seen Murong Xing like this.

Pain and relief were intertwined in those deep eyes, the sleeves were soaked with the blood gushing from the lips, staining the jade-colored face, flirtatious but also fragile.

Murong Xing suddenly turned his face sideways, clenched his teeth, waited for the bloody smell in his mouth to fade, and then said in a hoarse voice: "I'm fine."

"You come into the palace with me, I'll call the imperial physician to see you..." Shao Guan grabbed Murong Xing's sleeve robe and wanted to go out of the palace, but was dragged back suddenly.

"It's useless... the heart-biting Gu has been completely activated, even if His Highness summons all the famous doctors from all over the world, it can't be cured."

"The rebellion has just ended, and His Majesty...has so many affairs going on everywhere, His Majesty doesn't need to waste time here."

Shao Guan collected his mind and stared at him: "...you already knew that once the poison was transferred, it would explode completely, didn't you?"

"you--"

A silence answered him.

The piercing pain had already made Murong Xing's eyes black, so much so that he could only rely on Shao Guan's support if he wanted to stand still.

The knuckles of the slender hands were white and trembling violently.

Shensi seemed to be dragged into the abyss by something, getting farther and farther away from the sky...

"Emperor doctor, how is the illness of Prince Murong?"

The imperial physician who was sitting on the side of the bed taking Murong Xing's pulse withdrew his hand, showing embarrassment.

"Reporting to His Royal Highness, Miao Jiang's Gu poison has always been secretive and domineering. With the medical skills of the Central Plains, it is extremely difficult to cure. What's more, Prince Murong has been deeply poisoned. I'm afraid, I'm afraid it's..."

Shao Guan took a deep breath, his eyes fell on the pale face of the young man on the sickbed.

"Then does the imperial physician have a way to delay the onset of the poison? Gu can order someone to rush to Miaojiang immediately, and ask the local doctors to come and treat him."

"There is a way to delay the onset of the poison, but this medicine is very strong, and I am afraid it will be very difficult for the prince..."

"Moreover, it can only be delayed for three months at most. If the antidote to the Gu poison is not obtained within three months, even if the person who developed the Gu poison comes to diagnose and treat it, there will be no way to recover."

three months...

Shao Guan nodded: "Then trouble the imperial physician to get the medicine. I'll come up with a solution alone for the antidote."

The medicated meal was quickly brought in by the servant.

After Shao Guan summoned Xia Tong, he arranged for his cronies to go to Miao Jiang immediately to find a Miao doctor who could relieve the heart-eating voodoo. After dismissing all the servants, he sat on the edge of the bed and took the medicine bowl.

The freshly decocted medicine was still a little hot, Shao Guan took a spoonful of it and blew it to cool before carefully feeding it to Murong Xing's lips.

The comatose young man pursed his lips, his handsome and handsome face tensed, as if he was enduring great pain.The decoction could hardly be fed in, and it dripped down the line of the jaw, which made the skirt of the clothes dirty.

Shao Guan soaked the veil with clear water, wiped off the dripping soup, and fed it a few times with a spoon, but found Murong Xing gritted his teeth helplessly, and the soup couldn't be delivered to his mouth at all.

"Murong Shizi, Murong Xing?" Shao Guan tentatively called a few times, but the comatose young man's brows were tightly frowned, and he didn't respond.

The warm candlelight shone on the palace room, blending the light and shadow of the two people together, flickering on and off.

Shao Guan suddenly lowered his head and took a small mouthful of the decoction in his mouth. When he bent down, the bitterness of the medicine began to spread in his mouth.

The thin lips were soft and cold, and the soup that had passed through passed through the chill little by little, bringing some moisture to the lips that had lost their blood color.

After taking a sip of soup and medicine, when Shao Guan moved his face away, the cold mask that had been covering his face could no longer be maintained, with some gentle emotions.

After feeding a bowl of medicinal food for less than half an hour, the unconscious person refused to drink the medicine properly, but knew that the medicine was bitter. Like a dog, he bit the corner of Shao Guan's lips several times, forcing him to spill a lot of medicine, Most of them fell on Murong Xing's skirt.

"Go and fetch a clean singlet."

Outside the hall, the servant who looked very much like Dong Jiu was stunned: "Your Highness, why is your mouth bleeding... Did you get angry? My servant, please go to the imperial hospital to ask for an imperial doctor!"

A blush crept up to Shao Guan's ear, he coughed lightly, and said in a solemn voice, "I accidentally bit it when I was eating dinner, why bother the imperial physician?"

After finishing speaking, he took the clean clothes and closed the hall door with a "bang".

The servant muttered softly outside: "But Your Highness, you obviously haven't eaten dinner..."

Shao Guan stood behind the screen, his heart burning unbelievably hot, he grabbed his clothes and went around the screen to change Murong Xing's clothes, only to see that the person lying on the bed had opened his eyes at some point, and his eyes were dark.

"……you're awake?"

The bottom of his heart was more of a sense of relief that the worry dissipated, Shao Guan took a few steps, only to belatedly realize that there seemed to be something wrong with the person in front of him.

A pair of phoenix eyes stared at him, like the mastiff raised by his father, waiting for his master to smooth his hair.

"Why has your Highness been out for so long, isn't it cold in the yard?"

Shao Guan was stunned for a moment by the familiar yet unfamiliar tone. He looked at Murong Xing whose expression was very different from before he fell into a coma, and answered according to his words.

"I'm going to order my servant to do something, it's not cold."

"Is the minister sick, did you ask His Highness to take care of you?" His handsome face was extremely calm, just like when he was talking to him countless days and nights in the previous life, gentle and low, "It seems a bit cold... Your Highness will sleep with you for a while, okay?"

Shao Guan tried his best to hide the surprise on his face, hesitated, and asked in a low voice: "Murong Xing, do you still remember what year it is?"

"Yuan Tong 30 years. Your Highness is too tired to take care of the ministers... I can't remember what year it is now?"

After the Lingnan Army rebellion, the father decreed to change the reign name to Qiansheng. The 30th year of Yuantong was already two years ago.

Shao Guan's dark peach-blossom pupils were closed, concealing the complicated emotions welling up in them.

I don't know why, apart from being surprised and worried, there was a trace of happiness in his heart, whether it was for himself or Murong Xing.

These days that Murong Xing can't remember, or these days after their rebirth, no matter who they are, they are not good memories.

"Yes... I may not have had a good rest. Do you feel uncomfortable?"

"Except for the cold body, everything else is fine."

Murong Xing stretched out his hand towards him, his phoenix eyes did not have so much forbearance and worry, they were clear and magnanimous, without any concealment of love.

"Your Highness, give me a hug for a while, and I will be fine."

It was quite late at night.

Shao Guan leaned against Murong Xing's arms as a pillow, and the other person's body was so cold that his body was already stained with his body temperature, so warm that he didn't look like a patient.

Holding Murong Xing's shoulders lightly, one can clearly feel that he has lost a lot of weight. Even though the muscle lines are still distinct, they are a bit thin.

Even through the single clothes, you can touch the rough and deep scars and sword marks.

"Is Your Highness still asleep?"

The calloused fingertips gently stroked Shang Shaoguan's hair, and brought him deeper into his arms, as if coaxing a child.

"If there are still memorials that have not been reviewed, I can go..."

The extremely hoarse voice at midnight was his favorite tone, gentle and sleepy.

"I just woke up...the memorial has already been approved."

Shao Guan breathed in the familiar cold fragrance of Murong Xing's body, and his eyes were a little sour.

It seems that as long as they are still hugging each other, and can still feel each other's warmth and heartbeat, all the anger, heartache, duplicity, and humiliation in the past will become insignificant things like dust.

The humiliation he was brooding on turned out to be the safest protection Murong Xing could give him.

And those souls who passed away, soldiers who couldn't return to their homeland... If those blood debts were really to be paid, then he should be with him.

"What's wrong, Your Highness?" The hoarse voice came closer, and the cool fingertips brushed his cheeks, slowly wiping away the tears that fell down.

"It's nothing... I just woke up, and my eyes are not comfortable." Shao Guan bent his lips, looked at Murong Xing's lips, brows and eyes in the darkness, and grabbed the other's hand that wiped his tears with one hand.

"At the beginning of autumn, you caught wind and cold, and fell asleep for a few days. I need to drink medicine once in the morning, and I will go outside and ask the servant to bring the medicine, okay?"

"Ah."

While going out, Shao Guan summoned the imperial physician again.

"Your Highness, don't worry, although this medicine is strong, it may affect the mind, but after a few days, when the poison in the body of the prince is neutralized, the prince will remember it."

Shao cared about Weisong: "Then, should I continue to use this medicine?"

"Reporting to Your Highness, this medicine cannot be stopped every day."

"Okay, there's Lao Tai doctor."

Shao Guan entered the palace gate, stood beside the brazier for a while, making sure that the cold air on his body was gone, and then walked to the couch with the medicine.

"The boy who brought the medicine was clumsy. The original bowl was spilled and another bowl was replaced."

Murong Xing only pulled him to sit down, pulled the brocade quilt to wrap him up, and took the medicine bowl.

The medicine in the mouth is already a little cold.

The expression in Murong Xing's eyes moved slightly, and after taking a few sips, he suddenly put down the medicine bowl.

"Is this medicine a cure for wind and cold? Why..."

Fearing that Murong Xing would find out something, Shao Guan immediately took the medicine bowl and took a sip: "This is the medicine for wind and cold. You have been ill for a long time and your sense of taste is not very sensitive..."

"Really?" Murong Xing suddenly smiled, her phoenix eyes were shining brightly.

He slowly leaned over, wrapped Shao Guan in the quilt, and glanced at the young man's moist lips.

"Then let me take a sip of the medicine His Highness is taking... okay?"

[The author has something to say: which one is better at chasing his wife.

Murong Xing: "That's right, it's my son!"]