After I was reborn, I was scumbag

The reassuring light and cold fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose, Shao Guan said in a low voice: "You sleep too..." He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Murong Xing has been resting on the bed these days for an unknown amount of time, and now he is holding His Royal Highness in his arms, his heart is beating so fast that it almost jumps out of his chest, so he doesn't feel sleepy.

He tilted his face slightly, his chin with some rough stubble rested gently on the young man's forehead, the slight ripples in his phoenix eyes had no color other than tenderness and doting.

His eyes seemed to have tirelessly outlined the boy's brows, nose bridge, and lips, not even missing every tiny scratch.

Afraid of waking up the sleeping man, and being unable to restrain himself, Murong Xing hesitated for a moment, restraining the burning heat of his body, lowered his head slightly, and gently kissed Shao Guan between the eyebrows.

This kiss slid down to the lips again, tasting it lightly.

After about half an hour, Murong Xing calmed down and took a breath, gently brushing the young man's long and dense black hair.

The water vapor has almost dried up.

He reached out and combed the hair gently with his fingertips, his movements were skillful and gentle.

The palm moved to the back of the head, wanting to gently support him and put him on the bed to sleep.

The tentacles are the rough feeling after a wound has scabbed over.

In the soft hair, it looks so abrupt.

As if being pierced through the palm of a sharp knife suddenly, Murong Xing paused, a trace of astonishment flashed across his face, and then his expression turned cold, the deep waves in his phoenix eyes seemed to surge up from the depths of the sea, exuding a bone-piercing chill .

His fingertips trembled slightly and he pulled him into his arms again. The sleeping boy seemed to have had a good dream, his brows and eyes were stretched, and the corners of his lips were smiling.

This smile made Murong Xing's heart tingle.

He slowly brushed aside Shao Guan's black hair at the back of his head, and there was a palm-sized scar on the skin behind his head, like a wound struck by a sharp weapon from behind, now scabbed and purple-red.

No wonder Shao Guan insisted on not letting him help him when he was taking a bath just now.

Murong Xing pursed his thin lips slightly, with a tense face, he put the boy on his side on the bed, tucked in the corners of the quilt, then got up, put on a robe, and left the camp.

"Your Majesty?" Xia Tong was guarding outside the tent, and he couldn't help being a little surprised when he saw Murong Xing come out, "Why do you..."

"Go send a doctor."

"Is His Highness the Crown Prince injured? Could it be the one today..."

"How is it today?" Murong Xing stared at him, his voice was slightly cold, "Did you see someone hurt him?"

Xia Tong hesitated for a moment, and told the story of bullying Shao Guan when he bumped into a soldier guarding the guard during his patrol.

Seeing that his eldest son's face was so gloomy that water dripped out, he hurriedly added a sentence.

"However, this subordinate has already killed someone, His Highness was just frightened, there should be nothing serious..."

nothing serious?

It doesn't matter why you cry like that when you see him today, why you have to cover your wounds, why the prince of a country came from Chang'an, but he was alone with ragged clothes.

Murong Xing patted the center of his eyebrows: "You can tell me about this matter in detail later... Hurry up and send the doctor over."

He led the doctor to the side of the bed very slowly, warmed his hands by the charcoal fire first, then reached into the quilt and carefully pulled Shao Guan's hands out.

"Please be careful, doctor. Your Highness has worked hard all the way from Chang'an, so don't disturb him."

The doctor nodded, took Shao Guan's pulse, and carefully checked the injury on the back of his head.

His face looked serious and hesitant.

"I don't know how your Highness got this injury, does your son know?"

Seeing Murong Xing's sullen face, the doctor sighed.

"Looking at His Highness's pulse, it can't be called weak. It's just that the injury at the back of the head doesn't look like it was suffered in the past few days. It may be that the injury is a bit serious and detrimental to sanity. Maybe...sometimes you won't be sober."

"What do you mean not sober?"

Murong Xing gently caressed Shao Guan's slender hand, his voice was soft but full of murderous intent.

"This... Excuse me, but sometimes I may be as stupid as an eight-year-old child."

"Is there any medicine to cure it?"

"...It depends on God's will. If there is no blood clot in His Highness's brain, it is very possible that he will be fine."

Murong Xing remained silent for a few moments before taking his deep gaze away from Shao Guan's face.

"Okay, Doctor Lao, please keep your Highness's condition secret, otherwise—"

"The old man understands."

The candles in the tent were flickering and flickering, reflecting Shao Guan's fair and handsome face.

The young man moved his body unconsciously, rubbing against the edge of the bed, until he was close to Murong Xing's side, he breathed evenly with peace of mind.

"Your Highness, Your Highness?"

When Shao Guan heard the call, he hummed in a low voice, with a sleepy sound at the end, and half-opened his eyes.

The pupils of the eyes are as dark as ink, but they are as simple as a piece of white paper.

Murong Xing looked at the young man who was curled up into a ball, looking up at him blankly, his heart seemed to be torn apart, endless rushing blood poured out, wrapped in pity, self-blame and panic.

He didn't seem to be that scared.

But he quickly lowered his eyes slightly to cover up all these emotions, leaving only the initial tenderness and love in his eyes.

"Is Guan'er cold?"

Huddled under the quilt, the young man with only a small head exposed hesitated, suddenly tore off the quilt slowly, half propped up his body and slipped into Murong Xing's arms.

"Cold." Shao Guan's voice was tinged with sleepiness in the middle of the night, but it was crisp, "Are you the person my father sent to take care of Gu? Where is this place?"

Murong Xing was stunned for a moment, but then smiled gently.

"I... I am the son of Pingxihou, and we are in the Northwest Military Camp. It is His Highness who wants to come to the frontier to play. Do you still remember?"

"Well……"

Shao Guan only felt that the temperature in the arms of the person holding him was very comfortable, and he was not restrained like those servants in the palace holding porcelain dolls.

Coupled with the fact that the other party's voice was pleasant and his face was very handsome, some unexplained affections immediately arose in his heart.

"But... Gu's eight-year-old birthday has already passed." He narrowed his eyes relaxedly, and was a little puzzled, "Why did the father agree to come to the northwest to play?"

At the age of eight, Shao Guan was still the most beloved eldest son of the Liang Emperor. At such a young age, he didn't have any troubles of being seized by the government. Naturally, he was carefree, arrogant and cute like a little phoenix.

"Because His Majesty wants to send someone to inspect the Northwest Military Camp, His Highness is the heir apparent, so it is naturally the most appropriate."

Shao Guan was very satisfied that the person holding him didn't lie to him by saying something to coax children, so he nodded his head pretending to be old-fashioned.

"Gu also thinks Gu is very suitable—what's your name?"

Murong Xing freed his hand and pulled back the quilt kicked off by the young man, and replied slowly: "Murong Xing."

"Oh... I have heard of your name before, and my father mentioned it, saying that when I grow up, I will let you be my companion!"

Having said that, Shao Guan lost all vigilance.The sleepiness in the boy's eyes disappeared, and he felt that it was inconvenient to talk to Murong Xing with his back turned, so he twisted his body and turned around.

Sitting straddled on Murong Xing's lap.

On the face of the most handsome young man in eighteen or nineteen years old, it has the innocent childlike expression and pure smile.

Murong Xing's eyes darkened, and his Adam's apple moved slightly.

"Yes... Your Highness, would you like me to be your companion?"

"Like it!"

Shao Guan looked around excitedly, as if he was very interested in everything in the camp.

"Brother Xing, you are Prince Pingxi, you must know how to ride a horse and shoot arrows!"

"What is Your Highness calling me?"

"Brother Xing, I have only heard folk stories told by my father. In the homes of ordinary people, don't they all call their peers older than me brother? We are not in the palace now, why are we so cautious."

Shao Guan looked at Murong Xing's dazed face in surprise, a little puzzled: "What's the matter, is there... any rules, can't you just call it that?"

"...Of course. Your Highness likes it, it doesn't matter what you do."

Murong Xing let out a breath slowly, a little annoyed at the thought that had just flashed through his mind just now.

Even if Shao Guan just lost his sanity because of being injured.But what occupies the boy's body now is, after all, only the mind of an eight-year-old child.

How can I...

"Brother Xing, you haven't answered Gu's question yet. Can you ride a horse and shoot an arrow? Can you take Gu out to play tomorrow morning?"

"Okay, I will take His Highness out to hunt tomorrow morning."

Murong Xing came back to his senses, pressed down on the jumping boy, and coughed twice.

"However, Your Highness must promise the minister that the identity of the prince is not allowed to be revealed."

Shao Guan nodded vigorously, but quickly shook his head again.

The young man's voice is clear and meaningful, and he is confident.

"Why can't Gu tell others that Gu is the prince? Only prisoners have to hide their identities. Didn't you say that Gu came here to play?"

Murong Xing coaxed Shao Guan patiently: "Who told Your Highness that only prisoners should hide their identities? Does Your Highness remember that it was mentioned in the book that princes and nobles would leave the house in plain clothes in order not to disturb the people when they travel."

Shao Guan was stunned for a moment, seeing Murong Xing's swearing, he hesitated: "Really? So... Gu also wants plain clothes?"

"Yes. Moreover, the northwest border is bordered by other countries, and it is not peaceful. Only if His Highness does not reveal his identity, the minister can better protect His Highness."

"All right……"

Shao Guan reluctantly nodded his head in agreement, remained silent for a few moments, and then yawned a little.

Moisture accumulated in his eyes, he rubbed his eyes, and his voice softened.

"Brother Xing, Guyou... a little sleepy."

Murong Xing half hugged and half pulled him, and laid him down on the bed.

"Since His Highness is sleepy, let's sleep for a while. When His Highness wakes up and regains his energy, I will take His Highness out hunting, okay?"

"Ah."

Seeing Murong Xing get up and walk to the side of the bed, Shao Guan wanted to blow out the candles, but he was a little afraid of this unfamiliar tent, so he leaned in and patted the vacant bed beside him.

"Brother Xing...can you sleep with Gu?"

He looked at Murong Xing eagerly.

"I don't grind my teeth, and I don't kick the quilt."

"Sleeping alone is very good."

"Gu is a little afraid of the dark, can you sleep with Gu?"