After I was reborn, I was scumbag

Seeing that Murong Xing didn't even pick up the weapon in his hand, the condescending people on the city wall were even more angry.

With a wave of his hand, he took the longbow handed over by his own soldiers, like a hunter showing off his might, and aimed the arrow at the dying wolf king.

"Since the son wants to die with all his heart, then the general--"

"Pass the order of the prince! Put down the crossbow! Take the son of Murong back to the city! The prince has an order—"

There was a crisp sound of "Zeng", and the off-string arrow almost changed its tune with Xia Tong's shout. Under the burning attention of countless soldiers, it flew towards the black shadow in the distance.

As expected, a splash of blood spattered from the heart.

Xia Tong's eyes were wide open, and the horse under his seat was flogged desperately by the master, galloping on the horse slope, and almost rushed to the city wall in the blink of an eye.

"Didn't you hear the order! The prince's decree! Don't hurt him! Don't hurt him!"

He punched the general who shot the arrow in the face, and his mind was buzzing.

"What are you doing in a daze? Hurry up and pick up Prince Murong back to the city to recuperate! The prince will arrive soon, do you want to disobey His Highness's order?!"

After a moment of silence, there was a louder uproar.

"This is impossible, His Majesty has clearly decreed—"

His words were swallowed hard by a heavy fist.

Xia Tong held tightly the prince's handwritten letter that might have been invalidated long ago, not knowing where he got the courage from.

"Go and bring people into the city... Violators will be beheaded!"

ten days later.

In the depths of the rolling mountains, there is only one narrow and steep mountain road leading to the distance.

There are several small villages on both sides of the mountain road, and there is also a small tea shop.

The owner and the waiter of the tea shop are the same person. The honest and honest mountain people couldn't hold back their curious eyes, and glanced at a young man sitting in the corner resting again and again.

"Little brother, you are not from here..."

He looked at the boy: "Where did you come from and where are you going?"

The young man sitting quietly in the corner was dressed in ordinary coarse clothes, slightly dirty.His black hair is disheveled and tied up casually, and he always keeps his head down.Just like ordinary young people working in the farmland.

But I don't know if it's because of his handsome face or an inexplicable temperament around him that makes him easily attract the attention of others.

Hearing the question, the young man raised his face, the mud and dirt on his face did not diminish his picturesque features, his peach-blossom eyes were as black as coal in the mountains, black in color.

The owner of the tea shop secretly praised, "What a handsome doll, if it can be assigned to my daughter..."

"I'm... from Chang'an, and I'm going to Jiayuguan."

With a clear voice, he hesitated at the beginning, but when the word "Jiayuguan" was mentioned, he suddenly became firm.

"Oh, from Kyoto!"

The boss's expression changed, he was a little envious, and guessed that this was probably a descendant of a family who had fallen into trouble.

However, when he came back to his senses, he was a little surprised.

"You said, you are going to Jiayuguan? There is a war! I heard that people who die every day can pile up into mountains. What are you going there for?"

The young man lowered his eyes slightly, not knowing what he was thinking, but the cool wind in the mountains brushed away his black hair that fell on the side of his neck, revealing a terrifying scar on his fair skin.

The long ones meander all the way to the bottom of the placket.

"...I'll go find someone there."

The owner of the tea shop stared at the scar and sighed.

"Oh, someone in your family was arrested and went to the northwest to guard the border, right?"

"Well, my daughter-in-law's two cousins ​​also went to the Northwest, and no letter has been sent back for three years. Our place is remote, and I don't know whether they are dead or alive..."

The young man who had been sitting quietly on the wooden chair suddenly trembled when he heard this, his eyes faintly looked like a mirror, but at this moment it was suddenly broken and fragmented.

"I won't die..."

He didn't know who he was talking to, his voice was low, like a kind of self-deception, and it seemed to be praying.

"He won't die..."

The owner of the tea shop was taken aback, and then he looked at the young man in neat clothes, only to find that he was holding a small bottle in his hand.

It was just an ordinary porcelain vase made in an earthen kiln, but the boy's movements seemed to be guarding some rare treasure.

The farmer who was resting at the side grabbed the boss and said, "Isn't this kid... is there something wrong with his head? Don't ask any more, and be careful that he entangles you!"

The owner of the tea shop thought about it for a while, and said in a tactful tone, "Little brother, do you want a cup of tea? If you continue to rest, the sky will be dark..."

With dazed eyebrows and eyes, the young man asked for a bowl of tea made from black tea leaves, and thanked him softly.

Then he got up and walked towards the winding mountain road that seemed to have no end.

The owner of the tea shop cleared away the tables and chairs, only to find that what the young man had left in the corner was a bright ingot of silver.

As winter approached, the sunlight in the daytime became thinner and thinner, and the sky became dark as the sun set.

The young man's expression has regained his composure. He is protecting the porcelain bottle in his hand with one hand, and with the other he is pulling away the branches and vines of trees blocking the mountain path. A layer of calluses has already formed on his white and tender palm.

Occasionally, he would ask a hunter who came back to the village.

"Where does Jiayuguan go?"

After people showed him the way, he continued to walk in the existing direction...

The sound of hurried footsteps intertwined in the huge military camp.

The doctor who was urgently summoned trembled, looking at the young man who was covered in blood on the bed in front of him, he didn't know where to start.

Xia Tong stayed by the side, thankful that he had listened to the prince's order, and hurried to Jiayuguan with a handwritten letter in advance, while staring at the face of the unknown boy, he was terribly frightened.

"Hurry up and save someone! What are you doing here?!"

The doctor responded repeatedly, and finally had the courage to examine Murong Xing's wound.

The blood that had been coagulated for several days, wet and dry, dry and wet, had already firmly stuck the Xuanyi to the wound, and could not be torn off at all.

Even every gentle tug of his made the unconscious teenager grit his teeth subconsciously.

If Xia Tong hadn't stuffed the cloth ball into his mouth in advance, he would have bitten his tongue off in pain.

Xia Tong jumped anxiously: "Will you know how to treat the wound!? The prince... If he... I will never forgive you!"

The doctor cut open the fabric with scissors and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "Don't worry, General Xia, I will try my best, I will try my best..."

Countless slashing and sword wounds were densely covered on the young man's waist, abdomen and chest.

The hideous wound was like a huge centipede crawling all over the young man's jade-colored skin. Pus and dirty dead blood mixed together, giving off a foul smell.

Several soldiers who brought medicine and water couldn't bear to turn their faces away, not daring to look.

The feather arrow still pierced near the boy's heart.

When the doctor pressed lightly on the wound, thick blood gushed out.

"...This arrow is too close to the mouth. If, if you pull it out rashly, I'm afraid the prince won't be able to survive it!"

Xia Tong wholeheartedly sprinkled the best golden sore medicine on the wounds on Murong Xing's hands and shoulders, and said angrily when he heard this.

"Then don't pull it out rashly! If the prince can't hold it, you should find a way to make him hold it! Otherwise, what do I want you to come here for?!"

In the silence that was enough to drown a person, there was a hoarse coughing sound suddenly.

Like a person drowned in the deep sea, the knuckles on the back of the young man's hands were white, his handsome face was almost distorted, and he was panting heavily. With his breathing, the arrows on his chest were shot out in an instant. Blood soaked.

Xia Tong was stunned for a moment, and rushed to Murong Xing, covering the wound tightly with his hands.

His voice was almost torn apart: "Hurry up and think of a way! How much blood has he bled! How can he survive like this!"

The doctor looked at the blood that was gradually filling half of the basin, and his forehead was full of cold sweat: "Okay, okay, I'll try to draw the arrow, and quickly bring the decoction to stop the bleeding and pain..."

Most of the bowl of decoction was poured into Murong Xing's mouth.

It flowed out again mixed with blood foam.

The doctor is cutting the carrion with a knife.

The boy with closed eyes trembled uncontrollably, and suddenly opened them.

The hollow, slightly dilated pupils palely reflected the scarlet sky.

Xia Tong, who had long been accustomed to seeing the last appearance of countless soldiers before death, almost forgot how to breathe.

He was completely confused, desperately feeding Murong Xing the soup, crying.

"My son, my son, don't—you have survived until now, and now there are doctors and wound medicines, can you persist?!"

The light brown pupils still kept expanding.

More than half of the feathered arrows from the wound were pulled out.

But the blood was almost exhausted, and it couldn't flow out.

His skin was frighteningly white, and it seemed that in a few moments, blue-purple corpse spots would grow.

The young man who once rode horses and galloped in Chang'an City, and commanded Ruoding generals on the battlefield, is now on the sickbed, because of the arrows shot by his subordinates, he is rushing to the end of the world.

How could this be...how could this be? !

Could it be that the son has devoted his whole life to such a family, country and world?

Xia Tong's face was full of tears, and he was stunned when he realized that the prince's handwriting in his sleeve had floated into the blood.

Suddenly, as if he saw hope, he picked up the piece of paper without hesitation, and lit the ink on it.

"Your Majesty, Your Highness the Crown Prince already knows everything. He is the one who asked his subordinates to bring a handwritten letter to save His Majesty. He is rushing here!"

"The prince will last for a few more days, at least until the crown prince comes down, okay?"

"Don't you want to see him?!"

The person who seemed to be dragged into the ground suddenly saw a ray of illusory light in the distance, and the pupils with no focus suddenly froze for a moment.

The doctor hastened to pull out the feathered arrow: "There is still salvation, there is still salvation! As long as the son still has the desire to survive, there is still salvation!"

Xia Tong held the paper tightly and shouted: "His Royal Highness came from Sichuan overnight for you. He said that if you die at the border, he will-"

"My son, even if it is for His Royal Highness, you will survive and live, okay!?"