After I was reborn, I was scumbag

On the main street of Chang'an City, both sides of the driveway were full of people who spontaneously organized to welcome the prince back to Beijing.

Ten days ago, Emperor Liang issued an imperial edict ordering the crown prince Shao Guan to return to the capital to supervise the country, while he retreated to the harem to take care of himself.

Northwest has just gone through a bloody battle, and can't even find a slightly more expensive car.

Shao Guan Xiuzhi's face was slightly pale, and he leaned sideways in Murong Xing's arms unabashedly under the cover of the car curtain.

The boy closed his eyes, his slender eyelashes fluttered a few times, casting a slight shadow on his fair skin, showing a bit tired and uncomfortable.

"It's almost time to arrive at the palace, Guan'er bear with it for a while, and when you're done rectifying, I'll ask the imperial doctor to prescribe some prescriptions for you to regulate your spleen and stomach, okay?"

Murong Xing gently patted Shao Guan's shoulder with one hand, and hugged the boy's waist with the other, trying to make him sleep more comfortably.

The car was poorly driven, the boat was exhausted, and the bumps were severe. His Highness suffered all kinds of hardships on the battlefield, but now he was vomiting to death because of motion sickness, and couldn't eat anything these days.

"Um……"

Shao Guan half-opened his eyes, his drowsiness was stained with hazy moisture, and he gently rubbed his cheek against Murong Xing's neck, looking for a more comfortable position.

"Didn't it mean that the Supervisor of Ceremonies arranged a lot of cumbersome rituals, and when I get to the palace, can I still rest?"

"When we get to the palace, Guan'er doesn't need to worry about anything, just go back to the dormitory and get a good night's sleep. I'll go and discuss with them about the matter of the chief inspector. I'll save all the etiquette that can be saved, is that good?"

Nature is great.

Shao Guan squinted and secretly looked up at Murong Xing. The more he looked, the more he felt that his vision was very good.

His voice softened unconsciously: "Okay, Brother Xing."

Murong Xing was rarely taken aback when he heard Qing Juan's voice coquettishly.

A hint of deep black flashed across the long and narrow phoenix eyes.

He lowered his head and kissed the young man's forehead, and smiled with a suppressed voice: "Well, Guaner will wait for me in the dormitory at night."

The car stopped at the main gate of the palace.

Shao Guanqiang cheered up, and after going to see his father and queen, he fled under the cover of Murong Xing, resigned all the appointments for the banquet, and went back to the East Palace to rest.

"Murong Shizi, what you ordered to be made has already been remade according to the new size. Would you like to see if it fits?"

Murong Xing reached out to take the wooden box, lifted the lid to take a look, then closed it again, nodded and said.

"My lord, Your Highness has just returned and is in poor health. Besides, the treasury is also short of money. Please try to cut down the etiquette as much as possible, and don't make the ceremony of supervising the country too extravagant."

"The lower official understands—the auspicious day calculated by Qin Tian Jian is five days later, I wonder if the son thinks it will be too late?"

"Well, let's prepare according to this time."

After Murong Xing finished discussing with the ministers, it was already evening.

The East Palace was quiet, and Shao Guan always liked quietness, so he only arranged for a few servants to serve him.

"Sir..."

Murong Xing gave them a look to signal them not to salute and keep quiet, seeing the tightly closed palace door, he knew that Shao Guan should not have gotten up yet.

"Your Highness has been sleeping until now, but have you asked the imperial doctor to see it?"

"The imperial doctor said that His Highness is just too tired, and he will recover in a few days. The servant saw that His Highness was in a deep sleep, so he didn't wake him up."

Murong Xing nodded: "The main entrance of the East Palace is temporarily closed. If anyone comes to pay a visit, it will be said that His Highness is resting and sees no visitors. Do you understand?"

"promise."

Shao Guan sniffed a light and cold fragrance, and opened his eyes leisurely.

What caught the eye was Murong Xing's handsome face with sharp edges and corners, and a pair of phoenix eyes filled with a gentle smile.

"...You are back, are you tired?" Shao Guan stretched out his hand from the quilt, covered his lips and yawned a little, and sat up slowly, "What time is it? I have slept for a long time. Some."

"It's time for dinner. If Guan'er is still sleepy, then rest for a while. I'll watch over here."

"Not sleepy anymore."

Shao Guan blinked his eyes, woke up, looked away from Murong Xing's face, and caught a sharp glimpse of a wooden box on the table not far away.

Carved pear wood, but also incense.

A sly smile flashed across his peach blossom eyes, he stretched out his hand, slipped into Murong Xing's arms stickily, and hummed softly as a reminder.

"Have you anything to say to me?"

Come on, is that box a gift for me?

Murong Xing rubbed Shao Guan Mofa's fingertips for a while, looked down at him, and said in a nervous tone: "What's the matter, why did Guan Er suddenly ask such a question?"

After a pause, he continued: "When you went to see His Majesty today, did His Majesty say something that made you unhappy again?"

Shao Guan: "...?"

After talking about it, Shao Guan hated him like a log.

"I'm fine, I mean, what's in that wooden box?"

Murong Xing followed the curious eyes of the little head protruding from his arms, and smiled lowly with a low voice.

"That's a set of clothes I ordered someone to make for Guan Er. Well... I also made a set for myself."

He straightened the boy's loose sleeping ink hair, and gently pulled back the loose skirt of his clothes.

"Guan'er show me the new clothes, okay?"

Shao Guan didn't understand, so he nodded, wondering if Murong Xing had collected some novel fabrics for him, got up and got off the bed.

He was too lazy to put on his shoes, his ankles were white and his toes were slightly curled up, so he walked to the table and opened the wooden box.

"What kind of clothes—"

What catches the eye is the dark red luxurious wedding gown hooked with black gold threads.

The fabric of the tentacles is fine brocade, and the gold thread is embroidered with vivid hydrangeas on the cuffs and skirts.

The bright black pupils dilated for a moment, and the eyes were filled with festive red, as if something suddenly rushed out of his heart, making him almost forget how to breathe for a certain moment.

"This is the style I drew myself... Does Guan Er not like it, or does she not want to show it to me?"

Shao Guan held the wedding robe solemnly and took it out of the wooden box, the corners of his lips couldn't hold back the smile, but the corners of his eyes were red.

"How come... I'm just, I'm just so happy that I don't know what to say."

He turned around, met Murong Xing's eyes, and held the clothes in his hands, as if he was afraid that it would be wrinkled, so he was careful.

"I'll put it on now...you close your eyes first, and you can look at it after I put it on."

Murong Xing curled his lips, and said slowly: "This is Xipao, I haven't asked about it yet."

"Will you marry me, Your Highness?"

Even if he will be criticized by the officials in the future, the world will gossip.

Even if we don't have any heirs of our own, we will leave a stigma in history.

Are you willing to wear a wedding robe and marry me?

"I am willing." Shao Guan's voice was slightly hoarse, but the crystal water in his eyes was full of smiles. Although his voice was soft, he was extremely firm, "I like you so much...how could you not want to."

The dark gold silk against the crimson wedding robe made the young man's picturesque eyebrows even more eye-catching.The fit size draws out the young man's slender waistline, and his figure is long and slender, like a magnolia tree.

Shao Guan smoothed out the slight folds of his cuffs, stepped out of the screen, and was about to speak with a smile when he saw Murong Xing's tall and straight back.

The broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted young man didn't look so thin after taking off his complicated official robes. His middle clothes reflected beautiful and smooth muscle lines, like a wild wolf in the wasteland, vigorous and fast.

But immediately, those bony hands took the clothes at the side, which was very similar to the wedding dress on him, except that the dark gold thread was replaced by pure ink thread.

Wearing festive colors on Murong Xing's body, apart from the gentleness of the son of the aristocratic family, there is also a bit of sharpness unique to those who fight on the battlefield.And because of the turbulent dark color in those phoenix eyes, there is a little ghostly bewitchment added.

Shao Guan felt that his throat was a little tight, and while he was in a daze, Murong Xing had already tidied up his robes and turned around to look at him.

"What is Guan'er doing standing there?" Murong Xing stepped forward with a smile, and tapped the young man on the forehead, "What do you need to do to get married? Do you still need to teach you as a husband?"

Bless the heavens and the earth, drink Hebei wine...

The moment the wine glass was put down, Murong Xing blocked Shao Guan's lips like peach petals stained with the smell of alcohol.

"Don't... slow down, don't ruin your clothes."

Murong Xing slowed down his movements as he said, with a low and hoarse voice, whispering in the young man's ear.

"Guan'er knows that he loves clothes, why doesn't he know that he loves you brother Xing?"

"It doesn't matter if I slow down, just don't cry with me for a while, that's fine."

"...tomorrow morning and early morning."

"When did you see that the prince is going to court on the second day of his wedding, huh?"

"Besides, I have already discussed with the Rites Supervisor, and the grand ceremony will be held in five days."

"In the past few days, Your Highness doesn't have to think about government affairs, just think about me."

His kiss fell on the boy's forehead.

"I love you too...my lord."

In the morning of the second day, Shao Guan was indeed unable to get out of the bed.

For many mornings after that, I didn't get out of bed very much.

Shao Guan lazily leaned on Murong Xing's shoulder, enjoying the young man feeding the warm porridge into his mouth with peace of mind.

The spring sun outside the window is just right, and the breeze is gentle.

The sunlight blends the light and shadow of the two teenagers together.

He suddenly remembered that a certain day in his previous life was also such a daylight, he asked Murong Xing.

"You'll be with me forever, right?"

The person holding him answered.

"Not just this lifetime."