After I was reborn, I was scumbag

Pingxi Hou's Mansion is located in the east of Chang'an City. As one of the founding heroes of Daliang, Pingxi Hou's mansion is naturally located in the best location, luxurious and magnificent.

As soon as Murong Xing got off his horse, a servant stepped forward and pulled the rein: "My lord, you are back."

"Well. How is Mr. Qi?"

Murong Xing lifted his robe and entered the gate of the Hou Mansion, and walked straight to the side room in the backyard.

The young man pondered the tone of his eldest son, he seemed to be very caring from the posture, but his voice was indifferent, with no emotion or anger.

"According to Shizi's order, I invited a doctor to come to diagnose the injury. The doctor said that as long as I take good care of it for a period of time, it will be fine to hold some things with my hands."

"Which doctor did you invite?"

"Miaoyizhai's."

The long and narrow phoenix eyes darkened: "Okay, you step back."

Murong Xing stopped in front of a side room at the end of the corridor, and gently knocked on the door.

"Mr. Qi, it's me."

There was a slight rustle of cloth being ruffled inside, followed by a weak voice: "My lord, please come in."

There are no candles in the room, and the plain white paper windows reflect the shadows of the branches of the trees in the yard, making it look dim.

The complexion of the young man sitting on the bed was so pale that it was almost transparent, and the brows and eyes of the foreign race seemed to be deeper and softer.

Murong Xing glanced at Qi Yuanxiu's slightly opened skirt, and sat down on the pear wood chair not far away: "Mr. Qi's injury is better?"

"Caomin has not thanked the prince for saving his life. It is just a small injury on the hand, and the prince does not need to worry about it."

"The injury on the musician's hand, how can it be called a minor injury?" Murong Xing lit a candle beside him, "Sir, please stay in the Hou's residence for a while."

"Cao Min is a commoner, how can he live in the Hou's Mansion?"

Qi Yuanxiu coughed a few times and wanted to get up to salute, but his gauze-wrapped hands couldn't exert any strength at all, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

"What's more, Caomin's hands can no longer play the piano, and staying in the Hou's mansion is just a useless person—"

"The doctor said, as long as the husband cultivates well, it is not impossible to recover."

Murong Xing slowed down his tone, and helped him to sit down.

"With my master's proficiency in rhythm, being able to talk with me once or twice on weekdays is enough to benefit me a lot."

Murong Xing lowered his eyes, met the pair of light-colored pupils glowing with water, and said in a low voice, "Sir... just stay at ease."

The servant waiting outside the door waited for a cup of tea, and then saw Murong Xing slowly walking out of the room.

"When did Mr. Qi get up this morning?"

"It's quite early, about when Shizi went out."

Murong Xing paused and raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Then what did he say?"

"I only asked where the prince went, and nothing else."

"You answered him truthfully?"

"Yes."

The servant took a look at Murong Xing's face, only saw eyes like a deep well, "My lord, do you still want to invite the doctor here today?"

"Please, as long as his injury is not healed, please. Remember to use the best medicine in the house, don't neglect it."

"Nuo—Where are you going, son?"

"Grandma is about to wake up, go to say hello to grandma."

From a distance, I could smell the quiet sandalwood. Murong Xing's grandmother, the Rong family, was originally from an ordinary family. When Pingxihou was young, he fought with the emperor everywhere, and when he was named a marquis, the Rong family naturally also received the imperial order.

It's just that she was born in a poor family, even though the Hou's mansion is the best place to spend, Rong still likes a simple life.

In the huge house, there are only simple tables, chairs and tea sets for entertaining guests, and all the antiques and paraphernalia are put away and stored in the warehouse.

"The son is here, the old lady just woke up and was talking about it."

When Rong's personal nurse saw Murong Xing bringing the servant over, she suddenly smiled.

"Come in, my son."

"Xing'er, come...why didn't you go to the Imperial College to study today?"

The old lady was twirling Buddhist beads and bowing to the Buddha statue. She was wearing a thick velvet jacket, which seemed a bit heavy on the thin old man.

Murong Xing sat down with the old lady, and replied with a smile: "Didn't my grandson ask His Highness the Crown Prince for leave yesterday? His Highness was thinking of grandmother's birthday, and originally wanted to send a gift, but it was my grandson who declined because he was afraid it would be too extravagant." gone."

The old lady's temple hair was combed meticulously, but it was hard to hide the gray silver strands. Hearing Murong Xing's answer, she reacted for a while before she said casually: "I shouldn't accept it. His Royal Highness is giving you a gift. I don't know how many people in the hall are watching."

"Grandmother drinking tea." Murong Xing brewed a small cup of tea and handed it to the old lady, "Your Highness also knows that grandma likes wood carvings... Last night I specially carved one with my own hands, but it was a pity that the carving was damaged, so I didn't let my grandson bring it. "

The young man's face was shrouded in shadow with the light behind him, his jade-colored face had sharp edges and corners, but his phoenix eyes were too deep to see clearly.

The old lady gave a "hmm", and suddenly looked sideways at Murong Xing carefully, the kind smile on her wrinkled face faded a bit, and she sighed.

"Xing'er seems to be a little different since she became the prince's companion. There is something hidden in her heart, and she didn't tell her grandmother, did she?"

Murong Xing curled his lips, and complex emotions flashed in his eyes: "Nothing can be hidden from grandma...but grandson can't tell it for now."

"I'm afraid even your father doesn't know about this?"

"Yes, the grandson didn't tell his father either."

"Forget it, my old lady doesn't understand the matter of your previous court. The crown prince is the heir of the East Palace. Since His Majesty asked you to be a companion, it can be seen that he values ​​our Pingxihou Mansion. You should take care of it."

"Yes, my grandson understands."

The old lady nodded, and lightly patted Murong Xing's hand: "You said...His Highness the Crown Prince carved the wood carvings himself? It doesn't matter if the carvings are broken, you go and get them, don't waste his heart."

"it is good."

Standing outside the main hall of the East Palace, Dong Jiu couldn't hide his anxious expression.

The imperial physician inside was having a consultation, and half an hour had passed, but there was no sound.

"Eunuch Dongjiu, His Excellency Murong is outside, saying he wants to see His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Dong Jiu's expression turned cold all of a sudden: "Let's just say that our Highness is ill and cannot see distinguished guests."

"This……"

"Why, you dare not say it?" Dong Jiu snorted coldly, half anxious, half angry, "Where is he, I will go myself."

Standing outside the East Palace, Murong Xing saw Shao Guan's personal servant hurrying over from a distance.

"The servant has seen the son of Murong. How will the son go and come back?"

"I left something in the study, come back and pick it up."

"I'm afraid the son came at an inappropriate time. Our Highness is ill, and the imperial physician is in the process of diagnosis and treatment, so it is inconvenient to see guests."

Murong Xing frowned: "Your Highness is sick?"

"Yes, Your Highness was carving things last night and didn't rest well, so he must be sick." Looking at Murong Xing's expressionless face, Dong Jiu said coldly, "It's okay for the son to fetch things, the slave can lead the son. Go to the study."