After I was reborn, I was scumbag

Chapter 79

When Murong Xing walked into the tent, there was silence behind the screen, only the tall and tall figure of the young man was reflected on the tulle of the screen, thin and slender.

"What are you doing here?"

Su Bai's hands hung the robe casually on the wooden frame, followed by the sound of water splashing, and Shao Guan's voice seemed a bit muffled through the rising water vapor.

"You want someone to give birth to you so much, there are so many noble daughters in Chang'an who dream of marrying you, don't come to me."

Murong Xing's eyebrows twitched, and the warm smile in his eyes turned cold in an instant, knowing that Shao Guan was not throwing a tantrum with him.

What he said to coax Shao Guan last night really hurt his beloved.

"Last night, I was the one who kept my mouth shut, Your Highness..."

Shao Guan leaned against the side of the wooden barrel, his body was soaked in hot water, and the soreness and discomfort from everywhere finally faded away.

He lowered his eyelids slightly, his slender eyelashes were full of water droplets, making his peach blossom eyes glisten, and he couldn't help but see the sudden red marks on his fair skin.

He closed his eyes somewhat at a loss.

"You didn't say what you said at that time... Who would say it after thinking about it at that time, and no one would take it to heart."

The elegant and gentle voice was soft, but there was a pause at the end of the sentence.

"So I didn't because of this...you don't need to coax me."

The voice fell, and the silence behind him was terrifying.

Shao Guan huddled himself in the wooden barrel for bathing, while he didn't want to hear Murong Xing's relentless explanation, but at the same time he was afraid that he would really turn around and leave, leaving him alone.

Time passed by little by little, and there was no sound of footsteps or words in the tent.

"Murong Xing... have you left?"

He pursed his lips and asked softly.

Still no response.

The temperature of the water in the wooden barrel was a little cold, and it seemed to be absorbing the heat from his body little by little.

At this time in the past, Murong Xing would help him change the water without him needing to notice it, and told him to be careful not to catch the cold...

The slightly cool fingertips gently ran through his hair, picked up his wet black hair from the water, and gently pulled the hairpin.

The scalding water slowly poured in along the wall of the barrel, mixed with the cold water, and reached his shoulders.

"I'm going to get some water."

Murong Xing's heart was throbbing, and he stared carefully at Shao Guan's dripping face.

"Your Highness, don't cry...Last night, I couldn't help it."

"However, it's not what His Highness said. I will keep everything I said to His Highness in my heart, and I definitely didn't say it to deceive His Highness."

Shao Guan lowered his head, his eyes unconsciously fell on Murong Xing's red fingertips from the hot water, he endured it, but he couldn't bear the pain in the end.

"The water is hot enough, there's no need to pour it anymore... Go and apply some plaster, your fingertips are red."

"Also... I didn't cry, it's just that water droplets splashed up. I'm a little tired and want to sleep for a while."

Murong Xing seemed to have just noticed that his hand had been scalded by boiling water, and he was afraid that the water would splash out and burn Shaoguan when he withdrew his hand, so he carefully put it back enduring the pain.

"...Okay, I'll dry His Highness's hair before you go to sleep."

Shao Guan hardened his heart and didn't know what he was angry about.

It's just that when he thought of Murong Xing's low and hoarse voice last night, with such bewilderment, saying that he wanted to have a child with him, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

While Shensi was in a daze, his body was suddenly lifted horizontally, and he left the barrel, and a dry coat covered him.

Holding him firmly, the hands on his shoulders were slender and beautiful, but there were some red marks from burns and blisters.

"I know His Highness just said that, because he didn't want to listen to what I said to coax you."

Murong Xing ignored Shao Guan's frightened and angry expression, and gently put him on the bed, spreading the quilt with his hands.

"But... what you say at that time is nothing but your brain, and you won't take it to heart."

"It's true that I always hide some things from His Highness. His Highness should blame me and punish me. But... I never thought of hurting His Highness."

Speaking cold words, the action of wiping Shao Guan's hair was subconsciously gentle and meticulous.

Murong Xing's pair of phoenix eyes were so dark that no emotion could be seen, they were lighted by the sky with a faint coldness, and as he swept across Shao Guan's delicate and handsome face, his Adam's apple slid up and down.

In the end, I didn't say any more.

"Since your Highness is tired, you should take a good rest. I will be outside. If there is anything, your Highness can call me."

This time Shao Guan slept very restlessly.

When you close your eyes, you will see endless darkness, a moment of scarlet corpses and a sea of ​​blood, and a moment of Murong Xing walking over the corpses.

In the bloody light that pierced his eyes so painfully, Murong Xing's ink robe was bleeding, his silver armor was full of cracks, and his handsome face was blurred into one piece.

Across the smelly corpse, as if he had just finished a vicious battle, he walked towards him step by step.

It was obvious that the person was approaching, but the heavy footsteps that seemed to exhaust all the strength of his body made him panic for no reason.

He looked anxiously and worriedly at the young man in the distance, and wanted to call his name, but he couldn't say a word.

The boy in his sleep furrowed his brows tightly, curled up into a ball uneasily, breathing quickly and heavily, as if trying to wake up and get rid of this dream.

After an unknown amount of time, it seemed that his struggle had paid off, the words suppressed in his throat finally loosened, and he shouted Murong Xing's name.

The mountain of corpses seems to be alive, slowly wriggling.

The wailing and low crying rang in my ears, as if countless ghosts crawled up from the ground, wanting them to pay for their lives.

The wounded boy was getting closer and closer, and gradually he could see his face clearly. His facial features and brows were still as handsome and extraordinary as a banished fairy, but they were splashed with blood, and he didn't know whether it was his own or someone else's.

But Murong Xing came alive after all.

He was pleasantly surprised and wanted to go up to meet him.

There was a whistling of arrow clusters next to his ears. On the battlefield, this whistling sound almost meant a warning of black and white impermanence.

A ray of silver light was particularly conspicuous in the scarlet red, flying towards his heart.

His hands and feet lost strength for a moment, unable to move, Shao Guan could only watch helplessly as the sharp arrow arrived in front of him in an instant.

It's just that the clusters of arrows that gradually enlarged in the pupils were suddenly replaced by a black shadow.

The young man who was clearly far away from him just now stood in front of him without any hesitation, even though the feathered arrow pierced his body.

The snow-white feathers were dyed a coquettish red by blood.

"No!"

With a low cry, Shao Guan suddenly opened his eyes, cold sweat was all over his forehead and back, almost soaking his single clothes.

The sight of Murong Xing lying in front of him just now was so realistic that he breathed heavily, and after a few moments of delay, he gradually realized that it was just a dream.

He sat there in a daze for a while, with a faint shade of shadow between his brows.

My heart was beating wildly, an indescribable complex emotion, most of which was a fear of losing my beloved, lingering in my heart.

He felt very thirsty, couldn't help but put on his robe and stood up, walked around the screen slowly, wanting to pour a cup of tea.

What caught my eye was not the empty tent as expected, but a young man resting on a wooden table near the screen with his head propped on one hand.

The black hair was loosely draped over the back, and the shoulders that seemed so broad when he was hugging him now looked a little thin and lonely when looking at a profile.

As if awakened by the sound of his footsteps, Murong Xing's long and narrow phoenix eyes stayed stuck and blank for a moment, and then immediately became clear, as deep as if countless organs had been sunk.

"What happened, Your Highness?"

The gaze looking at him is very restrained, but it is uncontrollable gentleness, as if he can tolerate and give in endlessly to him.

"I asked someone to bring me lunch, as well as soup and medicine for conditioning the body. Do you want to eat it now, Your Highness?"

Shao Guan keenly caught the faint tiredness in Murong Xing's cold voice.

In my mind, there was still the panic in my sleep, as if the separation of death had really happened.

Words were blocked in his throat for a moment, and he couldn't speak.

Murong Xing stared at the young man not far away who was wearing single clothes and a robe loosely draped over his shoulders, he got up hesitantly and walked over.

He reached out to straighten his robe for him.

"If you still don't want to eat, then..."

"I just had a nightmare."

When Murong Xing heard the words, he was stunned for a moment, and he coaxed almost reflexively: "Dreams are always reversed, Your Highness, don't be afraid..."

He saw the boy in front of him trembling slightly.

In the end, he couldn't bear it, and couldn't care whether Shao Guan was still angry with him, so he reached out and took him over.

Patting him on the back: "What did your Highness dream about? It's okay... I'm here."

The person in his arms unexpectedly didn't struggle.

"I dreamed that you were dead, on the battlefield."

"...I remembered that you asked me so many things that happened before I came to Jiayuguan."

"But I didn't ask you what happened to you at the border before I came to you."

"You said that the wounds on your body have healed long ago...why did I see a soldier come out with a basin of blood water that day?"

Shao Guan whispered, and seemed to vaguely remember that after everything was over last night, he was so tired and sleepy that he could barely open his eyes, but he saw the scar on Murong Xingji's back.

Grim, it seems that the scab has just scabbed.

He wanted to ask.

But Murong Xing covered his eyes with his hands, kissed the center of his brow, and coaxed him in a low voice, "Go to sleep."

The person he likes does always hide things from him, but he never breaks his promise to him.

What's more, he gambled everything on himself, his wealth, status, and even his life, all of which were used to fulfill his promise to him.

Shao Guan felt some soreness in the corners of his eyes.

Hot and humid tears slid down the line of his cheeks, soaking his skirt.

"...How about this, if you tell me what happened before I came here, I'll just pretend that what happened yesterday didn't happen."

"No, it's not... I said something angry, don't take it to heart, okay?"