After I was reborn, I was scumbag

The air in the cave was gloomy and cold, even though Shao Guan was not drenched in rain, Murong Xing was afraid that he would catch cold at night.

Fumbling to find a few dead branches deeper in the cave, Murong Xing lit a small fire with a fire pocket.

"Does your Highness feel warmer?"

The cheeks of the young man who had stopped sobbing were a little red from being rubbed by his palms, and his extremely dark eyes were moistened by water vapor, sparkling with warm orange light.

He replied, "It's not cold."

Seeing Murong Xing's wet black hair and dripping robe again, he squatted down and took two steps, holding the robe and sitting back on the edge of the fire.

"Gu thought about it just now... Gu must have fallen asleep and fell asleep. Brother Xing must have told Gu to wait at the same place."

"So... it's not right to be alone. Brother, you can lean closer, and the fire will warm you up."

"Your Highness, don't dirty your clothes." The corners of Murong Xing's lips curled slightly, his heart was so soft that it was a mess, "If Your Highness feels sleepy, just sleep for a while, and we will return to the camp after the rain stops."

He built a simple shelf with wooden branches, took the outer robe from Shao Guanxi, and spread it on the shelf, and then saw his little Highness leaning close to him, slipping into his arms.

The young man's body is thin, and he can hold it with one hand. It is warm, like a small stove.

Shao Guan yawned a little, and said with a smile: "Brother hugs Gushou, Gushou can fall asleep."

In fact, he was afraid that Brother Xing would be cold, so he refused to tell him.

Holding it like this should make it a little warmer, right?

The fire was burning faintly, but it was very bright and warm in the deep cold night.The sparks splashed out cracklingly, and Shao Guan was so startled that he rubbed deeper into Murong Xing's arms.

Murong Xing put his arm around His Royal Highness's shoulder, and stroked the young man's soft black hair with the other hand. With his eyes slightly lowered, seeing Shao Guan's drooping brows and eyes that were about to close, he said slowly.

"Your Highness, don't be afraid, Huo Xiaozi won't light His Highness's clothes on fire... If you can't sleep, brother will tell you a story, okay?"

"……it is good."

The person in his arms responded softly, but cheered up and prepared to listen to the story.

Murong Xing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, recalled what he had read in the notebook, and started talking softly.

"Once upon a time, there was a poor scholar. On his way to Beijing for the exam, his money was stolen..."

When Shao Guan heard this, his eyes lit up and he was very excited.

"Does this story later tell that he met a prime minister's daughter?"

"The queen mother told this story to Gu. She told Gu that if Gu has someone he likes in the future, he must treat him wholeheartedly. You can't..."

The young man froze, muttering for a while, thinking about it, as if he suddenly recalled it, pretending to be old-fashioned.

"Yes, you can't hook up with each other!"

Murong Xing couldn't hold it back, let out a low laugh, and teased the boy in his arms in surprise: "Is this how the Empress taught Your Highness?"

"That's right! Gu whispered to you, don't tell others. Every time Gu sees his mother, he is not very happy when he hears the eunuch say that the father has gone to another concubine's womb."

"If Gu becomes the emperor in the future, he will definitely not want so many concubines and beauties. Gu... just need someone he likes."

"In this way, he can be happy every day, and Gu will be happy every day, brother, are you right?"

"Correct."

He was really happy.

However, seeing that the little Highness became more and more excited as he talked, and farther and farther away from his original intention of coaxing people to sleep, Murong Xing coughed lightly and changed his mind.

"But in fact, the story that brother wants to tell His Highness is not like this."

Shao Guan twittered and shut his mouth, waiting to hear a new story.

"What the scholar met was not the prime minister's daughter, but the son of the Hou family."

Shao Guan's eyes widened, and his dark peach blossom eyes were full of doubts: "But, but, aren't all the sons of the world men?"

The story of a son of the Hou family forcibly marrying a poor scholar is over.

Shao Guan no longer felt sleepy.

There were three parts of surprise, three parts of thinking, three parts of curiosity in his eyes, and one part of blankly raised his eyes to look at Murong Xing.

"It turns out...so two men can be together?"

He blinked his eyes and saw Murong Xing nodded.

"Then... who, who will have the baby?"

After repeated questioning, Shao Guan resentfully found that Murong Xing did not answer this question for him, full of suspicion, curled up in the other's arms and fell asleep.

Murong Xing leaned against the stone wall, listening to the long breathing of the sleeping boy.

Then I thought about it for a while.

In fact, he really wanted to have a child with Shao Guan, preferably someone like Shao Guan when he was a child, who was sensible, caring, smart, and knew not to flirt with each other.

Even if he just thought about it vainly, he couldn't hold back the smile on his lips.

At night, at an unclear time, Murong Xing was awakened by the slight noise of the boy in his arms.

"Um...did I wake you up?"

Shao closed his eyes and dispelled the sleepiness in them. Looking at the dark cave and the fire that was almost extinguished, he was stunned for a few moments.

"Where are we? Why can't I remember..."

Murong Xing squinted his phoenix eyes slightly, knowing that Shao Guan had woken up, and he didn't stop the person in his arms from rubbing his hands indiscriminately, answering with a low voice.

"We're still in the forest, and it's raining outside. Guan'er doesn't remember that it's because you slept too long... You must have been tired before coming to Jiayuguan, so you're so lethargic."

Shao Guan had no doubts about Murong Xing's answer.

Hearing the sound of rain ticking outside, he relaxed and leaned back.

"It turned out to be like this... I remember that I slept for a while at noon, and it turned out that I slept until night."

"I made you sleep so loudly, you continue to rest, I—"

"Guan'er, do you remember what I said this morning?"

Murong Xing slowly reached out his hand, and tapped Shao Guan's wrist, his phoenix eyes darkened a few degrees, taking his time.

The waistline of the young man in his arms was slender, and his thin lines could be touched even through the single clothes.

Originally, he refrained from touching him because Shao Guan was insane.

Now it's hard to catch a young man with a clear mind and treats the person he likes. He has never been a saint with a pure heart and asceticism.

Shao Guan shuddered, feeling the scorching breath blowing against his ear from behind.

"What did you say?"

"I said... Guan Er will remember how he used to call me Brother Qing."

As soon as the hand around the boy's waist was exerted forcefully, he fell to the ground.Murong Xing pulled off the robe that had been dried by the fire, and covered the young man.

His bony fingertips were slightly cold, and they gently wiped Shao Guan's cheek.

He coaxed the blush-cheeked boy with a low and hoarse voice:

Shao Guan closed his eyes tightly.

Murong Xing is like a wild wolf teasing his prey, he enjoys watching his prey flustered, but he is able to handle it with ease.

Murong Xing restrained himself, but greedily stared at the handsome young man's face.

Shao Guan was confused, so he followed his words.

Qingjun's voice is particularly easy to bully.

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The stream in the mountain rushes quickly through the narrow stone cave, making bursts of sound.

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Shao Guan's fingertips were tightly clenched, and Murong Xing gently separated them little by little, and his fingers interlocked tightly.

The voice unconsciously took on a crying tone.

"……want."

Early the next morning, when Murong Xing brought Shao Guan back to the camp, Xia Tong swore that he felt that his eldest son must have quarreled with His Highness the Crown Prince.

I'm afraid it's not just a quarrel, if there is no fight, the two of them will definitely not be in this state.

His Royal Highness the Prince's handsome and picturesque face was cold, as if he had just stepped out of an ice cellar, and his dark peach eyes were full of anger.

Without saying a word, he dismounted from the horse. It seemed that his steps were a little unsteady because of his haste, and he opened the curtain and entered the tent.

Xia Tong was terrified when he saw it, and hurriedly asked his eldest son, "What's wrong, Your Highness...Your Highness, you don't know how to argue with His Highness, right?"

Murong Xing raised his eyebrows, and responded lightly: "En."

It's a dispute.

Early in the morning, the boy, who woke up from sleep in his arms, asked him hoarsely and cryingly why he coaxed him into saying those things last night.

swear that you will never

After a while, he said you have

He was aggrieved and said that he was extremely uncomfortable.

In the end, I struggled not to be hugged or coaxed by him, and groaned to come back.

Xia Tong was amazed that his eldest son was so stubborn, and he didn't rush to apologize when there was a dispute.

At the same time, I was afraid that he would really kill people.

Tentatively persuading: "Your Majesty, you and Your Highness have been involved in so many things... just go out for a hunt, is there anything that cannot be resolved through discussion?"

Murong Xing hooked his lips helplessly.

Seriously asked: "Then, you should tell me,

Xia Tong was taken aback for a moment.

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"Yes." Murong Xing's expression was indifferent, not as if he was joking, "And we can't ask Taoist priests to make some pills, that would be bad for your health and shorten your lifespan."

Xia Tong's eyes widened, feeling dizzy when he heard Murong Xing's last words.

"You said, if I pray to the Buddha every day, the Bodhisattva can make