After I was reborn, I was scumbag

Chapter 73

The blood that had no strength to splash out, dripping down the edge of the bed, pooled into a blood line.

The shattered pupils seem to be desperately absorbing the light and temperature, accompanied by the weak rise and fall of the young man's chest, pulling at the heartstrings of everyone in the camp.

The moment the arrow was pulled out of the flesh and blood, the young man let out a low hum from his throat, his slightly opened phoenix eyes suddenly gained some focus, and quickly closed them again and fell asleep.

The doctor threw the arrow aside, poured medicine to stop the bleeding, and touched the boy's neck again.

"It's okay, it's okay... the prince has survived, as long as he takes good care of it these few nights, and don't let the wound become inflamed and infected."

Xia Tong thought he was too slow in applying the bandage, so he snatched the golden sore medicine and gauze, with a tear-stained look on his face.

"Okay, go and write the prescription for the treatment, I'll take care of it here."

He kept working until the early morning light, and the bloody smell of the tent was cleaned up.The wound medicine and bandages were taken care of, and as soon as the lights were turned off, Xia Tong leaned tiredly on the table and chair beside him.

The weather in the northwest is cold, even if it is not winter yet, ordinary cotton clothes can no longer keep out the cold.

The tent was covered with a thick layer of animal skins, which blocked the wind and sand, and naturally also blocked the light.

The painful wound stimulated by the wound medicine made Murong Xing's forehead covered with cold sweat, he gritted his teeth habitually, closed his eyes tightly, but he didn't know what he was dreaming about.

Suddenly, a fragile and helpless expression appeared on the handsome and thin face.

It looked so abrupt on this resolute and indifferent face, but it was natural.

He opened his mouth and spit out two breaths that no one could hear.

"Your Highness..."

"……I dont want you to go."

The call that seemed to be far away made Shao Guan open his eyes facing the morning sun, and the familiar gentle voice in the dream gradually faded away, only the morning dew fell on the leaves, wet his black hair.

The boy's eyes were dark, and after a moment of daze, he subconsciously looked at the porcelain bottle in his hand.

The slender knuckles were slightly stiff due to maintaining a posture for too long, so that when he moved slightly, his whole hand became numb for a while.

He didn't realize it, but with his other hand, he carefully brushed off the dirt and grass on the porcelain bottle, then stood up, and continued to walk along the mountain path under his feet.

"What do you do? Martial law is being closed at the border, don't you know?!"

The sentry soldiers guarding the middle of the mountain road saw a thin figure moving slowly step by step from a distance. The clothes were so dirty that the original color could no longer be seen, and the black hair was dry and disheveled, like a beggar begging along the street.

The soldier drew his long sword and stared at the handsome face of the approaching young man, who seemed familiar for some reason.

"Are you deaf? The border is under martial law, and no one is allowed to enter or leave Jiayuguan! Seeing that you are not very old, go back quickly!"

Shao Guan walked in front of the soldiers, he didn't seem to hear the other words, he just asked: "Is Jiayuguan in front?"

The peach blossom eyes burst into some expressions: "I went to Jiayuguan to find someone, can I..."

"Someone is here to find the border, don't you know where this is?"

The soldier looked his face up and down.

"You are so old, you will die a lot every day, don't care who you are looking for, go back quickly!"

"But--"

Shao Guan pursed his lips, the light in his black eyes faded for a moment, and then lit up again.

He handed over the porcelain bottle: "Do you know General Xia Tong? I'm an attendant in his mansion, and I'm here to deliver things to him...you can give this to him, okay?"

"General Xia Tong?" The soldier laughed mockingly, "With your appearance, can you be General Xia Tong's entourage?!"

He didn't even look at the porcelain vase that Shao Guan had protected so brightly, he pushed and shoved the young man's shoulder, and watched with a sneer as the thin young man fell to the ground unsteadily.

"What nonsense, you dare to come to the frontier barracks to bluff and cheat. If you are General Xia Tong's entourage, I will still be the crown prince!"

The arm rubbed against the rough mountain, and the cloth was soaked red in the blink of an eye.

The boy's eyes were red, but he just went to find the porcelain bottle in a panic, completely ignoring the muddy and cold ground.

His panicked eyes fell on the porcelain bottle. The white porcelain pieces were shattered all over the floor, and the black-brown pills were not as big as a bean, and they were mixed with the soil, making them indistinguishable.

"It turned out to be a charlatan who came to sell mud pills."

The soldier looked at him condescendingly: "If you don't leave, I will not be polite!"

Tears welled up in Shao Guan's eyes, he didn't look up at the soldier's unsheathed blade at all, and the back of his hand was so thin that it could be seen that the veins were covered with tears.

Groping back and forth on the rough mountain mixed with stones.

"What about the medicine...the medicine..."

The low whisper gradually became crazy, like a lunatic, curled up and crawling on the ground, for people to laugh at.

"What kind of medicine?"

The soldier was half mocking, half impatiently looking at the boy kneeling on the ground like a fool, and his heart was already a little distracted.

Although he is a little dirty and a fool, he looks pretty good, like an actor, with a slender waist, stay here to teach me, maybe...

"Looking for medicine... Can my brother help you find it together?"

The soldier laughed and squatted down halfway, about to tear the boy's clothes with one hand.

"Don't step on the medicine, don't - if one is missing, it won't work, please..."

Shao Guan lowered his head, picking up the pills on the ground in a hurry, his fingertips were worn out and bleeding, he almost used his body to protect the scattered medicines on the ground, his voice was already crying.

"The voice is really nice, call me another one, brother, I—"

A long knife pierced the soldier's heart.

Bloody heat wet the ground in front of him, forcing the young man to raise his face in a daze.

Xia Tong looked at that face intently, and felt that the blood in his whole body was about to freeze.

"His Royal Highness!?"

Such a pale, thin, tired, and messy face, only a pair of peach blossom eyes are still black and bright, but the light inside is different from before.

Xia Tong got off his horse, pushed the soldier's body away, and went to help Shaoguan.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, why do you..."

Words are stuck in the throat.

How did you become like this.

Could it be that His Majesty... didn't promise to let the prince go, let you go? !

Shao Guan raised his hand to wipe away his tears. He was afraid that the pills would be lost or lost. He counted the numbers in a low voice: "Five pills are missing...the medicine is still missing five pills..."

He broke free from Xia Tong's holding hand, and touched the cold ground inch by inch with trembling fingertips.

At the end of the murmur, it turned into a question filled with expectation and fear: "Murong Xing...he is not dead, is he?"

"I don't see any news of his death in any city. He's not dead, is he?"

In fact, even if Murong Xing died, there would be no further news...

He is no longer Pingxihou's son, not a general loved by Daliang people, he is just a sinner who was executed by the emperor's secret order...

Xia Tong hurriedly bent down to accompany him in the search, and replied sentence by sentence: "Yes, yes, the prince is not dead, he is recuperating in the army, and he is waiting for His Highness..."

"When all the medicines are found, I will take your highness down to see the prince, okay?"

A bottle of pills mixed with mud and blood was tightly guarded by the young man in his arms, and he went to Jiayuguan camp on a galloping horse.

Xia Tong wrapped Shao Guan in a robe, and went straight to Murong Xing's tent where he was recuperating.

"I'll be there soon, I'll be there soon, the prince is already awake, he has been asking about His Highness's news, now seeing His Highness, he must feel at ease..."

Xia Tongtong reined in the reins, and still touched the guards who came out of the camp with a copper basin, and a basin of blood was reflected in Shaoguan's eyes.

"Whose blood is this...?"

He asked knowingly.

The personal guards did not associate the beggar-like person in front of them with their gentle and jade-like His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, but only saluted Xia Tong.

"General, the son's wound medicine has been changed, but the son has been coughing up blood, the doctor has seen it, but can't see anything..."

Xia Tong glared at him, but before he could blame him and listen to his explanation, he helped Shao Guan get off his horse.

"The son is actually much better, and the injuries are not serious. If you take care of him again--"

"The injury is not serious, and it won't bleed so much." Shao Guan said in a muffled voice, without any expression on his face, he just stepped into the tent quickly.

The young man who was resting on the bed with his eyes closed, heard the noise and said indifferently: "Just put the medicine on the table, I'll come back later—"

In the dead silence, Murong Xing noticed something strange, opened his phoenix eyes, looked sideways, and happened to meet those peach blossom eyes covered with water vapor.

His pupils shrank suddenly.

It was Shao Guan who spoke first: "I brought you the medicine..."

Hands full of scars and dirt held the broken porcelain bottle, and handed it to Murong Xing.

The young man with red eyes didn't know what he was thinking, and he smiled.

"I promised you that I would find the antidote...Look, didn't I bring it to you?"

His body was pulled, and Shao Guan fell into the warm embrace of the young man.

His chin rested on Murong Xing's shoulder, the familiar cold fragrance overwhelmed the smell of mud, it was so peaceful, but he couldn't hold back his tears anymore.

"Did you suffer a lot...why did you accept the emperor's imperial edict? Even if you don't come, he can't do anything to you..."

He tightly hugged Murong Xing's hand, panting lowly: "I saw the blood coming out... You are seriously injured, don't hug me..."

The boy who hugged him became more and more forceful, as if trying to embed him into his flesh and blood.

The callused fingertips were the same as usual, gently wiping his cheeks, stroking his black hair, and following his back like coaxing a child.

"How can there be blood..." Murong Xing was suffering from the pain of the wound, and said with a low smile, "It's a brush dipped in cinnabar and washed in water."

Half out of pity, half out of anger, he glanced across Shao Guan's disfigured face and clothes, and Murong Xing hugged his boy tightly.

"Your Highness, don't cry... I didn't suffer much, just some flesh wounds, and it doesn't hurt at all to hold you."

"Besides, even if I die, I still want to hug His Highness."