After I was reborn, I was scumbag

Chapter 69

The porridge shop stretches along a street, with the dense aroma of rice and fireworks, overshadowing the sound of chimes from ancient temples in the distance.

A horse-drawn carriage was driving very slowly on the bluestone road, and on both sides were crowded victims who came to receive porridge and rice, dressed in rags and skinny.

"When will the newly shipped grain and grass arrive?"

The faint morning sun shines on the slightly crude car.

Shao Guan was sitting in the carriage, holding a heater in his hand, looking through the cracks in the curtains of the carriage, across the faces of crying children and old women, and finally let out a low sigh.

"Reporting to Your Highness, I have just sent someone to urge you. If there is no accident on the way, you will be able to arrive in the day after tomorrow."

Xia Tong was driving outside, and he couldn't help feeling a little sad when he saw the common people squatting along the street eating porridge.

The dignitaries and dignitaries in Chang'an City often cost a hundred taels of silver for a banquet. If all the money was used to buy brown rice, how many hungry victims could be fed.

"Your Highness is still wise. I didn't inform the adults of the government office about this tour, otherwise I don't know how many times I would have to shirk it."

Shao Guan pressed his swollen and painful temples, and pursed his lips slightly upon hearing this.

"That's all... as long as the local officials don't embezzle and embezzle money and food for disaster relief, I don't care if I have a banquet or not."

"If an official sends an invitation card next time, you can tell him that the money should not be spent where it should be spent, and there is no need to please Gu."

"Yes, I remember it." Xia Tong suddenly heard something strange, looked up at the sky, and there was a trace of surprise in his eyes, "Your Highness, it is Haidongqing who passed the letter... probably a letter from the prince!"

Shao Guan was stunned for a moment, and his slightly sleepy brows and eyes suddenly became brighter: "It's been nearly half a month...get the letter."

Xia Tong parked the carriage in a remote alley, whistled, and Hai Dongqing, who was hovering in the distant sky, screamed, swooped towards him, and stopped firmly on his arm. Bend on.

"Your Highness, it is indeed a letter from the crown prince."

The yellowed envelope was carefully rolled up. Shao Guan just took out the letter paper, but a faint red rubbing on the lower corner of the envelope caught his attention.

The rubbing of the cinnabar seems to have been deliberately wiped off, so faint that it can hardly be seen.

If it wasn't for the dim light in the early morning, when the bright and dark sides of the letter paper were so distinct, he might not have noticed this inconspicuous corner of the envelope at all.

The eyelid of his right eye kept twitching, urging him to examine the half rubbing carefully.

The previous word did not appear on the envelope due to negligence in the rubbing, but the remaining fuzzy imprint was enough for him to distinguish. The rubbing on it was the red paint of the Jiayuguan Post Station.

Ever since the state of Wei has been harassing the Daliang border, guards entering and exiting Jiayuguan have been extremely strict.

Correspondence, especially the letters of court officials, can only be sent to the Central Plains if it has been rubbed at the Jiayuguan Post Station.

But Murong Xing is clearly in Chang'an... Why is there a rubbing of the Northwest Frontier Station on the envelope?

His heart felt as if someone had suddenly poured hot molten iron on it. It was painful and hot, almost making his eyes black.

"...Where is Murong Xing now?"

"The prince is naturally in Chang'an...what's the matter with you, Your Highness?"

The letter was held tightly in the young man's hand, his lips trembled slightly, and he asked again: "Where is Murong Xing?"

His voice was so hoarse that he couldn't even hear the end tune.

Xia Tongyi was shocked, but still bit the bullet and replied: "Your Highness, the prince is indeed in Chang'an, could it be that the prince didn't tell you in the letter?"

"Chang'an?"

Shao Guan unfolded the crumpled envelope, and the reddish rubbing seemed to deepen under the golden light of the sun, making his eyes ache.

"How can there be rubbings from Jiayuguan on the letter sent by Chang'an..."

"When did he go to the northwest, and why did he go to the northwest...why, why don't you tell me?"

There was darkness in front of his eyes, like the smoke and sand of the Gobi in the northwest that spanned thousands of miles, fascinating his eyes for an instant.

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"Murong Xing was seriously injured, and anyone who ran not far away, I searched carefully! Even if you dig three feet into the ground, I have to search them out!"

After Qiqi's echo, the sound of footsteps and horseshoes gradually faded away.

Beside a sand dune that was eroded by the strong wind and was riddled with holes, a pair of blood-stained pale hands protruded from the fine yellow sand.

The whitened joints were soaked with solidified blood, and after a long time, they trembled slightly, and slowly wiped away the sand and dust, revealing the potholes under the sand dunes that were mostly covered by yellow sand.

The silver armor had been shattered after being hacked countless times, and its flesh was peeling.Xuanyi dripped blood, and was sucked into the depths of the ground by the dry sand.

The young man with loose black hair and a pale face who was barely breathing was just curled up in the sandpit, his thin phoenix eyes slightly opened with a gap, as if they were out of focus, but subconsciously filled with cold killing intent.

The night in the Gobi is too difficult, as if there is only darkness in the world.

At this time, the sun came out, and the cold body regained a little consciousness.

After all the Wei troops who hunted him left in the vast Gobi, there seemed to be no other life.

When the sun rose to midair from the horizon, he slowly bent over from the pothole and stood up.

The smoke and sand penetrated everywhere, like countless fine ants, burrowing into the parched throat, Murong Xing raised his head slightly, but couldn't restrain the blood welling up from his throat, mixed with rough gravel, gurgling down his jaw.

Using the position of the sun, he identified the direction of Jiayuguan, held the long sword firmly in his hand, propped it on the ground, and then moved slowly towards the invisible city.

Behind him, dark clouds came from nowhere, and at the junction with the vast sky, a vast storm was brewing...

The raindrops "cracked" on the roof of the carriage, and the muddy water splashed by the wheels made a "crashing" sound, together with the loud thunder, hitting Shao Guan's heart.

In gloomy rainy days, the light is dim, and the narrow mountain trail is almost covered by tree branches.

But this is the shortest path from central Sichuan to Chang'an.

"Your Highness, this matter is not because the son deliberately wants to hide it from His Highness, it is the overall situation that matters, so I have to—"

The scarlet lightning tore through the sky, and the sudden light shone on Shao Guan's face, engraving the soft and handsome facial features of the young man, but with a stubborn coldness, a pair of pitch-black peach blossom eyes were scorching hot.

"I don't blame him."

The rain muffled his voice.

The galloping horse neighed, crossed the puddle on the rough road, and stepped heavily on the muddy mountain road.

What's wrong with Murong Xing?

He took the imperial father's secret decree and took three thousand soldiers and horses to the northwest, in order to stop the iron hooves of the Wei people.

He was thoughtful and thoughtful, and he handed over all the affairs of Chang'an City to a trustworthy minister early in order to help the victims of disasters in Sichuan.

He put the overall situation first, and prepared all the letters to lie to him, in order to prevent him from coming back from Shuzhong after he knew about it.

"But if he dies in the northwest... Gu will not get what he wants."

The dense and mixed sound of rain drowned out the words of the young man's gnashing of teeth.

He had thought about everything, but he didn't remember that he was still poisoned by Gu poison.

But he didn't remember that he had clearly promised that he would wait for him in Chang'an when he came back.

Xia Tong was wearing a coir raincoat, and was urged to whip the horses under his seat. He obviously hadn't finished what the crown prince entrusted to him, but for some reason, he felt a little lucky in his heart.

"Your Highness, the prince..." He paused, as if he didn't know where to start, and finally he said, "Since your highness is going back, please save the life of the prince."

"The emperor of Daliang is so stupid that he has already set up a poisonous plan to kill the prince. Why does the prince want to go back to Jiayuguan?"

The shiny long knife pointed directly at the young man standing alone in the horse formation. Hundreds of cavalry surrounded him in the center, and he didn't relax at all because he was covered in blood.

General Wei Guo, who was tanned by the scorching sun, stared at Murong Xing's plain face with eagle eyes, and suddenly smiled.

"Actually, I, Your Majesty, have always loved talents, and I am even more magnanimous towards this kind of generals like Mr. Murong."

"As long as the son is willing to surrender my great Wei, I am willing to let the past go, and the title and salary that Liang Guo can give, I can also give to the son."

Murong Xing lowered his eyes slightly, he hacked and fled for a long time, his hands and feet were almost exhausted, and he kept himself from falling with all his strength.

He listened quietly to General Wei Guo's words, and the blood gushing from the wound on his hand ticked down along the long sword with a rolling blade.

"Have you finished?" He swallowed a mouthful of blood, and continued coldly, "When you're done, get out of the way."

"Murong Xing, don't toast and refuse to drink fine wine! I brought 200 people with me, do you think you can still escape from here?"

General Wei Guo seemed to be irritated by Murong Xing's casual tone: "Since you want to seek death, this general will let you get out of the way!"

"What are you doing in a daze, take off his head and present it to His Majesty!"

The young man laughed, his black clothes were full of cuts, revealing several stab wounds and arrow marks.

Surrounded by a group of heavily armed iron cavalry, his slightly thin body looked like a wild wolf struggling with scars.

After a short period of silence, a soldier holding a halberd shouted angrily, suddenly rushed forward, raised the halberd, and stabbed at Murong Xing's back.

As if there were eyes growing on the back, the sharp blade of the halberd passed by Murong Xing's neck.

The young man's bony hands firmly grasped the end of the halberd like pliers, and with a strong yank, he pulled the soldier with his weapon off the horse.

"The halberd is good."

He dropped the curly-bladed long sword casually, and with a slight movement of his wrist, the halberd's edge flashed coldly, after cutting the soldier's neck, he slashed across the horse's leg of the nearby cavalry's horse.

After the painful neighing of the war horse, several soldiers fell off the horse in embarrassment, and their chest was pierced by Murong Xing immediately.

The handsome young man's phoenix eyes were stained with blood, and his voice was icy cold.

"It's a pity, the soldiers are not very good."