After I was reborn, I was scumbag

As soon as he heard the word "death", Shao Guan was like a little dragon whose scales had been touched, he couldn't hold back the sobbing anymore, he twisted his face and wiped the tears on Murong Xing's clothes, angrily.

"Don't mention that word!"

He raised his face in a daze, as if he was a little scared, but also as if he wanted to confirm that the person holding him in front of him was real, his peach blossom eyes were firmly locked on Murong Xing's eyebrows, and he never moved away for a moment.

Murong Xing cleaned up the pity in his heart, raised his phoenix eyes slightly, and held the boy's face with his hands, wiping away the muddy tears.

"Okay, okay, don't mention this word."

His voice was deep, filled with indescribable joy and peace of mind.

"Your Highness came to look for me from such a distance...how could I be willing to leave His Highness alone."

Shao Guan didn't care about his manners at all, he was crying so hard that he couldn't breathe, his body trembled slightly, and his eyes were red.

The fear that had never disappeared day and night along the way dissipated in the blink of an eye, but countless grievances broke out again.

He seemed to be accusing, but also acting like a baby.

"Why are you reluctant? When you received the imperial decree and came to Jiayuguan, why didn't you remember that you were reluctant to bear me?!"

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, he kept his mouth shut and didn't want Murong Xing to hug him.

The elegant voice has long been a soft cry.

"You didn't take what you promised me to heart at all, and it was the same in the last life-whatever you care about me, I don't care about the prince or the throne at all."

"I just, I just want to..."

"Your Highness just wants me to be well with you, right?"

Murong Xing took advantage of Shao Guan and childishly lost his temper at him, fearing that the young man would bump into the table and chairs beside him when he struggled like this, so he just hugged him loosely.

The phoenix eyes were unconsciously stained with the most pure and gentle smile.

"Well... I just, don't understand why you—"

Shao Guan let out a hiccup, and after a moment of stupefaction, he looked at Murong Xing's playful smile in embarrassment, but it was like a child who had wandered outside for a long time finally returned to the closest person, he blinked his eyes, and opened his eyes. opened hands.

"Because I like Your Highness, I want to leave you with the best things."

Murong Xing looked at the young man with watery pupils and red eye tails, with an aggrieved and charming expression, his heart had long been unbearably soft, and he followed Shao Guan's wishes and hugged him firmly.

"I can't see His Highness being wronged or stigmatized because of me..."

"You're talking nonsense." Shao Guan pouted, "You just think I can't find an antidote, and you're afraid that you'll die and you won't be able to do anything for me, so you came here stupidly, don't you?"

He stretched out a little finger from the hand holding Murong Xing's back, and tapped the porcelain bottle on the table.

"Look, you're just thinking wildly, why can't I find an antidote!"

The tone is like a child asking for credit.

Murong Xing was distressed and funny at the same time, her phoenix eyes drooped slightly, as if there was only room for the boy in her arms.

"Yes, I was thinking wildly and made His Highness worry."

"But... I accidentally spilled the antidote on the ground, and it's all dirty."

"Fortunately, I have found them all, and it won't delay your illness..."

A gleam of coldness flashed across the phoenix eyes.

Murong Xing took Shao Guan's hand and swept over the scars on it, his tone suddenly turned cold.

"How did this happen? Is it because you went to pick up those medicines?"

Shao Guan heard the nervous self-blame in Murong Xing's tone, and subconsciously denied it: "No."

It's just that when I want to say the reason, I can't make it up.

Murong Xing remained silent, just parted more than half of the quilt covering his body, wrapped Shao Guan tightly, and then asked Xia Tong to bring in a basin of clean water.

"Your Highness will lie to me now."

The words were obviously accusations, but Murong Xing's voice was gentle and deep, full of pity.

Holding the handkerchief, he gently wiped the mud beside the wound while supporting the boy's palm.

"Are there any other injuries... don't hide it from me anymore."

The road is steep and slippery along the way. Shaoguan, who has been pampered since he was a child, has fallen down countless times.

But he still just waited silently for Murong Xing to apply the wound medicine on his hand, then withdrew his hand, pretending nothing happened.

"There are no other injuries. I'm not like you. I want to fight Wei Jun. I came from Chang'an, what can happen?"

His small movements of gathering his clothes were naturally invisible to Murong Xing.

Murong Xing almost laughed out of anger.

"It's not hurt, what are you doing so nervous?" He patted the empty bed beside him lightly, and said firmly, "Sit here."

"I really didn't..."

"It's really not hurt, are you afraid of letting me see it?"

Murong Xing's phoenix pupils were slightly compressed, the pupils were deep, and the gentle smile on the corners of her lips was withdrawn, making it impossible to see happiness or anger.

Seeing Shao Guan staring at him in a daze, Murong Xing pulled the quilt and slowly leaned over, his lips pressed against Shao Guan's earlobe, and his warm breath hit the most sensitive point of the boy.

"Your Highness, I haven't seen anything, huh? If you don't tell me the truth again, I can only check it myself."

Shao Guan blushed, and was half forced and half coaxed by Murong Xing to take off his clothes.

On the milky white skin were blue-purple bruises and bloody abrasions that hit the rock wall after falling.

Perhaps it was because the air in the tent was a bit cold, Shao Guan flinched and gathered the clothes on his shoulders.

He didn't dare to look into Murong Xing's burning eyes, lowered his head and whispered: "Don't be angry, these are just minor injuries, compared to the injuries you suffered on the battlefield, they are nothing at all."

"Does Your Highness know how many hidden diseases will be left if the fall is not treated properly?"

Murong Xing took the wound medicine on the side, carefully spread it on his fingertips, and then went to massage the bruises on Shao Guan's hands and ankles.

"It's my duty to go to the battlefield. His Highness was injured...it was my fault for not protecting His Highness well."

Shao Guan was so startled by this outspoken reasoning that he couldn't speak.

He didn't let out a low snort until the bruise, which was so numb and painless, was rubbed away by the medicinal wine, and bursts of burning pain came out.

He cautiously raised his eyes to glance at the soft-moving young man at his side, and seeing the gentleness in those long and narrow phoenix eyes, his heart immediately relaxed, and he gained the confidence to reason.

"Take it easy..." He hoarse his voice, pretending that he couldn't bear the pain, "It hurts to death."

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, Murong Xing paused, and there was no coldness between his brows when he was angry with him just now.

"Does it hurt? I'll take it easy..." Murong Xing lowered his head and blew gently, "Now I know it hurts. If this bruise accumulates for a few more days, how can you bear it?"

"It's only in front of you that I cry out that it hurts."

Shao Guan leaned over, feeling a little sleepy, leaned his cheek on Murong Xing's shoulder completely dependently, and found a comfortable position.

"If you touch your wound, you tell me."

Murong Xing glanced at him sideways: "Don't fall asleep, I'll ask someone to fetch water for you to take a bath later - the weather is cold, you will get sick if you sleep now."

"Um……"

Shao Guan tried his best to organize his thoughts and keep himself awake.

After a few moments of silence, he said something thoughtlessly.

"What you just said is wrong. Why can you only protect me? You have protected me enough times."

Murong Xing's Adam's apple rolled up and down.

"I'm not a porcelain doll, I also want to do something for you... You don't need to protect me so well, let yourself suffer so many injuries and suffer so much."

"Also, actually I don't like you calling me 'His Royal Highness', everyone calls me that—"

Murong Xing lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the sleepy young man beside him with his head slumped, wiped the last bit of medicinal wine, got up and went to the side to clean his hands, and asked someone to put hot water on it.

"Can I take a shower by myself?"

He stepped forward, wanting to pick him up by the waist and take him into the tub.

Shao Guan was thinking about the injury on his body, how dare he let him hug him like that, so he immediately rubbed his eyes to wake up.

"I'll just wash it myself... what I just said, you?"

"Understood, I won't call you 'Your Highness' in the future, Guan Er."

The two words, which are obviously normal, were accentuated by him with a low smile, and the ending tone was low and hoarse, so ambiguous and provocative.

Shao Guan staggered and almost fell into Murong Xing's arms.

"you……"

"Guan'er doesn't like this title either?"

Murong Xing put his arms around the boy's waist, straightened him up, and then tightened his hands.

The slender waist under the palm is like a willow in the south of the Yangtze River, slender but thin.

He squinted his phoenix eyes slightly, and deliberately said something to make Shao Guan happy: "Then what do you want me to call you?"

"At once……"

Shao Guan was hugged in his arms like a timid quail, and pursed his lips when he heard this.

In fact, Murong Xing's tone of voice when he called him "Guan'er" was so spoiled, he liked to hear it.

"Just what?"

"When did I say I don't like it anymore!?"

Shao Guan gritted his teeth, while blushing, reached out and snatched the clean robe from the side.

Never looking back.

"I'm going to take a shower...you are not allowed to peek!"

A tent is not very big.

Shao Guan tried his best to hide himself in the wooden bucket, but he couldn't help calling Murong Xing to help him change the water in the middle of washing.

So Murong Xing not only watched it, but also looked at it aboveboard.

Not only did he look aboveboard, but he also made no secret of his... strangeness.

Just finished washing, Shao Guan was wearing unlined clothing with red ears, a little frightened.

They had been separated for a few months, and so many things had happened in the past few months, it must be a lie to say that he didn't have that kind of thought at this time.

But, but...

"Stop dawdling, I won't touch you tonight. Come and rest earlier."

Shao Guan got the guarantee, and walked over slowly.

The teenager's black hair was half-wet hanging down around his waist, and the dirt on his fair face was washed away, and his eyebrows were picturesque.It's just that there is a scar on the neck that hasn't healed, and it's still a little scary.

Murong Xing endured it, knowing that Shao Guan didn't want to talk about the injury, so he didn't ask.

"Let's lean against me to sleep for a while, and then lie down to sleep when your hair is dry, okay?"

Shao Guan nodded obediently, curled up in Murong Xing's arms, feeling the warmth of the boy's body in the quilt.

"……how about you?"

"Me?" Murong Xing carefully combed the black hair hanging on the young man's forehead to behind his ears, "I watched Guan Er sleep."

[The author has something to say: Babies, I miscalculated my class time today, and I will update two chapters tomorrow! ! !

Then answer me loudly, is this chapter sweet? ? ? ? ? 】