After I was reborn, I was scumbag

Chapter 50

If it was discovered that there was a witch puppet hidden in the room of the Crown Prince of Liang who hated the cursed emperor, there was no need for the Emperor of Liang to issue an order to abolish the crown prince, and all the officials would attack him together.

Murong Xing's eyes as cold as the cool moonlight stared at the puppet in his hand, the knuckles on the back of his hand turned white, as if the silver needles were not piercing the puppet's body, but pierced into his blood and bones.

"Why, is the prince afraid, or can't bear it anymore?" The dark guard sneered with a hoarse voice.

"It doesn't matter if the son doesn't want to do it, the master has arranged for the second man, and he can take the life of Prince Liang at any time."

"It's just that the antidote to the Gu poison on Shizi's body may stop for half a month. Shizi probably doesn't want to experience the feeling of being paralyzed on the bed with weakness in limbs, right?"

Murong Xing slowly put the puppet into his sleeve, his face was still calm and cold, his thin lips parted slightly: "Go and pass on the message, I will take care of this matter, everything will go according to the original plan."

The dark guard nodded, and his figure quickly disappeared into the darkness of the courtyard.

Murong Xing returned to the bedroom almost silently, closed the door, and walked straight to the table not far away without lighting a candle.

The valuable Hui ink melted into the inkstone bit by bit, and then turned into two lines of clear and meaningful handwriting under the pen of the young man.

Even those who are most familiar with Shao Guan's handwriting may think that this word was written by him.

After all, in the past, Murong Xing imitated Shao Guan's handwriting countless times to help the tired young man mark the rest of the memorial, almost without deliberate thinking, the meaningful ink remained on the yellowed talisman paper, and quickly dried out.

Murong Xing took a long time to write the ten short words.The young man who put down his pen and ink raised his hand and pressed the center of his eyebrows, as if he was extremely tired, his phoenix eyes lost focus for a short while, and there was a cold light flowing.

He didn't look at the quiet bed behind the screen. He lowered his eyes, turned the candlestick at hand slightly, and a small hidden compartment opened under the desk.

Afterwards, without hesitation, he put the puppet into the secret compartment, and restored everything to its original state...

Chang'an City has been sunny for several days in a row, but the next day it was overcast. Although it didn't rain, looking at the gloomy sky only made people feel uneasy.

"Your Highness, there is no sun today, and it is windy outside, so put on a cloak before leaving the palace."

Shao Guan was dressed in a silver-white dress, and his jet-black hair was loosely tied into a bun, which had not been tied up yet.

Hearing Murong Xing's voice, he smiled slightly, and walked a few steps in the direction of the other party: "Okay."

Shao Guan raised his chin slightly and asked Murong Xing to help him fasten his cloak. Just as he was about to say something, his eyes were suddenly covered by a warm palm.

"what are you doing?"

Murong Xing pursed his lips, covered Shao Guan's eyes with one hand, wrapped his arms around his waist, and led him out of the hall.The phoenix eyes are deep, but the voice is gentle and hoarse.

"I want to take your highness to a place, and when you get there, your highness will open your eyes again, okay?"

Shao Guan nodded, and gently tugged on Murong Xing's sleeve with one hand, with a look of complete trust and dependence on his face.

"Yeah. But we have to come back before sunset, and prepare your luggage for the Lingnan Army Camp...is there enough time?"

"In time." Murong Xing slowly took Shao Guan's hand, interlocking his fingers, "Don't wait for sunset, we... will be back soon."

Dongjiu outside the East Palace had already prepared his car, because Murong Xing's private return to Chang'an could not be leaked, the guards guarding the surrounding area had already withdrawn, only the hidden guards followed secretly.

Shao Guan closed his eyes, and took Murong Xing's hand to get into the car, besides the uncontrollable joyful smile, there was also a faint look of sleepiness in his eyes.

"There is still half an hour's journey from here to the outside of the city. If Your Highness is tired, you can rest for a while."

Shao Guan gave a "hmm", leaned his head against Murong Xing's shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Actually, in a few days, when Father calms down, I can ask for orders to come to Lingnan—"

"Is Your Highness so reluctant to part with the minister?"

Murong Xing lowered his head and kissed the young man's brow, his tone was obviously warm, but his long and narrow phoenix eyes were as cold as an ice cave that had been covered in dust for thousands of years.

Shao Guan felt the itching between his brows, and just about to open his eyes, he heard Murong Xing coaxing: "Your Highness is obedient, and you are not allowed to open your eyes until you arrive at the place."

Shao Guan grinds his back molars, and feels Murong Xing's warm breath has spread all the way to his neck, knowing that with his temperament, in the car... it's not impossible.

"There's still a coachman ahead..."

A trace of helplessness flashed across the handsome young man's eyes tightly closed, and he lowered his voice.

Murong Xing held him tightly in his arms, his movements were presumptuous, but his expression was self-contained and indifferent. It seemed that only when Shao closed his eyes and could not see, his expression would show some flaws.

He hooked his lips and smiled: "There is a coachman ahead... so what? What is your Highness thinking?"

Shao Guan's words froze, and he gritted his teeth: "I was thinking about when this carriage will stop, when will I be able to open my eyes..."

Thinking about how to be reborn, a boy who used to blush when he said the word "love", how can he say these explicit words without blushing and heart beating now.

The carriage drove intermittently for a few moments, and then slowly stopped amidst the whispers of the two teenagers in the carriage.

"Your Highness, don't get out of the car in a hurry, there are rocks underneath, I will carry His Highness down."

Just as Shao Guan was about to say no, Murong Xing had already jumped out of the carriage, wrapped his thin body around him very easily, and put him firmly on the ground.

"Don't worry, Your Highness, the coachman has already left. No one will see it."

Into the nostrils is the faint cold fragrance from Murong Xing's sleeves, mixed with a little moist water vapor.

Shao Guan quietly kept his eyes closed until Murong Xing dragged him along a path paved with chaotic stones, and the oncoming mountain wind blew the youth's loose black hair in an instant.

The picturesque face is fair and handsome, and against the backdrop of black ink hair, it is so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off it.

Murong Xing stared at him for a few moments, then said in a low voice, "Your Highness, it's alright."

The view is a valley several feet deep, and the numerous hydrangeas below form a sea of ​​pink and purple. With the rapid mountain wind, there are waves of waves. Under the gloomy sky, it looks like a gorgeous brocade. .

"I remember... this used to be a barren valley." Shao Guan's pitch-black peach blossom eyes reflected the gorgeous colors underneath, but it was just a grand sea of ​​flowers, but not as bright as his eyes.

"When did you start...planting these?"

Murong Xing didn't look at the swaying hydrangeas in the valley, his phoenix eyes were fixed on the smile on Shao Guan's lips.

"These flowers... were planted in the previous life. Do you remember, Your Highness, in this year of the last life, His Highness told his ministers for the first time that this is His Highness's favorite flower."

"Since there was no chance for His Highness to see it before, today... it can be regarded as the last little affection I have for His Highness."

On the edge of the cliff, the gentle and warm color on Murong Xing's face suddenly faded away, and when he gently pushed Shao Guan's hand, there was a sound of falling stones.

The boy in silver and white clothes fell straight towards the sea of ​​flowers he loved...