After I was reborn, I was scumbag

In the side hall, attendants had already prepared water and clean clothes.

Shao Guan washed the ink marks on his face, and heard Qi Yuanxiu's soft voice: "Thank you for your forgiveness today, if your highness likes piano music, there are some fragments here, and I would like to dedicate them to your highness."

"It doesn't matter, although Gu likes to listen to music, he is not proficient in rhythm. Naturally, it is better to keep the fragmented score in the hands of a musician like Mr. Qi."

Qi Yuanxiu smiled, there was still a soft light in his slender eyes, but it was too deep for a moment.

He took the clean robe from the table beside him, and passed it through the screen: "Thank you, Your Highness the Crown Prince."

A banquet broke up after such a small disturbance.

After receiving all the compliments, Shao Ting proudly went outside to see off the guests.

As soon as Shao Guan stepped into the car, he saw Murong Xing riding towards him through the curtain of the car, and immediately stopped the driver.

"Your Highness, my grandmother's birthday is today, can you..."

"The son's grandmother's birthday, so it's natural to go back to the house to celebrate. The orphan should prepare a gift, but today is in a hurry, and let the son take it back tomorrow, let's talk about it."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Dong Jiu was serving beside Shao Guan, and seeing the uncontrollable smile on the corners of his highness's lips, he couldn't help whispering: "Today, your highness went to the side hall to change clothes, and the fourth prince was all the show at the banquet, why is your highness still like this?" joy?"

Shao Guan coughed lightly and came back to his senses: "Most of the fourth brother's current honor and favor is due to the imperial concubine. The draft is approaching, and when a newcomer enters the palace, most of his honor and favor will naturally disappear. What is there to be afraid of?"

He was happy, but Murong Xing finally had a slight change in his attitude towards him.

As long as that person is still his companion and the misunderstanding is resolved, they will always be the same as in the previous life...

"Dongjiu, do you still have nanmu from southern Xinjiang in the palace?"

He also remembered that Murong Xing's grandmother liked woodcarving very much, so she had to prepare for ordinary birthday gifts, and her heart was naturally indispensable.

It's only one night, and I can only carve a small object.

"Your Majesty, there are still a lot saved, and the servant will go to the inner treasury to get them."

"Well, for Shizi Murong's grandmother's birthday, the East Palace's congratulatory gifts should also be prepared, and no business trips are allowed."

"promise."

In the middle of the night, most of the rooms in the East Palace had already extinguished the candles, only the dim candles in the main hall seemed to be replaced with wicks, making them brighter.

Shao Guan was sitting behind the table, wearing only plain clothes, but what he was holding was not bamboo slips, but a fist-sized nanmu.

Holding the carving knife with her slender fingers, she dropped some fine sawdust from time to time.

A vivid Maitreya Buddha has already taken shape, but the boy's hand holding the knife has already drawn red marks due to force, and there are still a few thin bloody cuts.

The sky outside the hall was dark, like ink was poured into the night sky, without any stars.

The starlight fell into Shao Guan's eyes.

The young man's beautiful peach blossom eyes were bloodshot from sleepiness, but the light inside was shining brightly.

The finely carved parts are always extremely difficult. If the facial features of Maitreya Buddha are not well carved, the wood carving will be useless.

Shao Guan meticulously brushed the crumbs with his hands, and he didn't notice that the tip of the carving knife was facing upwards, and the sharp blade cut through his fingertips, bleeding out bead-sized drops of blood.

He subconsciously moved the wood carving away to prevent the blood on his hands from falling on the wood carving, and then he got up and took a clean veil to stop the blood from his fingertips.

When a Maitreya Buddha was carved and placed on the side of the table, the sky had already faintly dawned.

The young man resting with his head resting on the table had already fallen asleep.

"Your Highness? Why is Your Highness sleeping here?"

The gentle tone with undisguised pampering, accompanied by warm breath, rang heavily in the ears.

Shao Guan opened his eyes bewilderedly, and before he had time to distinguish the person in front of him, his body was hugged into a warm embrace.

The familiar cold fragrance faintly lingered on the tip of his nose, instantly clearing his mind a little.

"This wood carving... His Highness is fine with carving it with his own hands. Why are you so careless and hurt your hand?"

Shao Guan suddenly raised his eyes, Murong Xing's handsome face melted into the morning light, his slightly raised phoenix eyes were full of reflections.

"you……"

Warm and dry palms wrapped his hands loosely. Seeing that he was silent, he slowed down his tone: "I like this wood carving very much. In fact, I like whatever Your Highness gives me."

The slender fingers were dipped in plaster and carefully applied to the wound on his hand.

It's just that there is no tactile sensation in the hand, Shao Guan can only hear his own heartbeat that is getting faster and faster, and the sound of breathing that is becoming more and more distinct.

He heard himself say: "It's just a small injury, don't be so nervous. I have sent someone to the Marquis Mansion for the rest of the birthday gift, it is considered to be given by the prince to Murong Shizi."

The boy who was holding him smiled, and a kiss lightly fell on his forehead: "What about this wooden carving?"

"This woodcarving..." Shao Guan's ears felt hot, "Of course Shao Guan gave it to Murong Xing. Happy birthday."

The hand holding his waist suddenly tightened for a moment.

"Does your Highness know that the birthday gift that I want most is only one person, will Your Highness give it to me?"

The eyes were blurred, and met Murong Xing's dark and surging phoenix eyes.

The bewitching meaning in the words is obvious, and he is also willing to sink...

A beam of skylight hit the corner of Shao Guan's eyes, reflecting the wet tears on the boy's cheeks.

It's just a dream after all.

Even if the words and phrases in the dream are so similar to what happened in the previous life, it is just his current imagination.

Shao Guan got up with a sleepy expression, and was about to polish the newly carved Maitreya Buddha last night, when he suddenly heard a rush of footsteps outside the hall.

"Your Highness, are you awake? Prince Murong is asking to see you."

Why so early?

Shao Guan put down the wood carving in his hand, washed it roughly with clean water, and asked Dong Jiu to invite someone in.

Shao Guan only slept for an hour, his temples were stinging so badly, he didn't notice the inexplicable chill on the handsome face of the young man who entered the hall.

"Why did the prince come so early today? There is still an hour before the Imperial College starts, why don't we have dinner together in the East Palace..."

As soon as Shao Guan finished speaking, he continued in a cool voice: "Your Highness likes the piano?"

"Yes, didn't Gu ask Mr. Qi to copy a piano score for Gu at the banquet yesterday..."

"So what did His Highness do last night?"

Shao Guan belatedly heard that something was wrong with Murong Xing's voice, and a trace of confusion flashed across his eyes: "I was alone in the hall last night."

Carve things for your grandmother in the temple.

It's just not quite done yet.

Murong Xing chuckled, and stared inch by inch over Shao Guan's pale, tired face.

"Yes, there are some things, how can His Highness dirty his hands?"

"Your Highness was so magnanimous yesterday, I thought that what happened before might really be a misunderstanding."

"But since Your Highness loves the piano, why did you send someone to break Qi Yuanxiu's tendons overnight, just because he refused to dedicate the only copy of the piano music to Your Highness?!"