After I was reborn, I was scumbag

Chapter 33

In the past half a month, the peach blossoms on the outskirts of Chang'an City have just bloomed, and there is already a sense of spring.

On the main street of Chang'an City, a group of imperial guards wearing silver armor and wearing long swords roared past on horses, bringing a cool spring morning breeze.

The sound of "da da" horseshoes startled the people passing by and retreated to both sides in a hurry. Before the dirty words were out of their mouths, they heard the shouts of the leading imperial forest army.

"Your Majesty has a decree that Murong Xing, the prince of the Pingxi Marquis, colluded with the people of Wei, and sentenced to be executed after the fall—"

The Imperial Forest Army didn't look sideways, and ran straight towards Dali Temple regardless of the noise from both sides of the street.

"I've seen His Highness the Crown Prince! I don't know that His Highness has returned to the capital, but he hasn't come to the city gate to greet him. I hope His Highness will forgive me!"

The boy in the apricot-yellow robe stood quietly on the steps of the main entrance of Dali Temple. The boy who had originally inherited the handsome face of Queen Daliang, had gained a bit of heroism because of his military experience in just a few months.

The usual warm smile was suppressed in the peach blossom eyes, and there was a bit of determination and fortitude.

Shao Guan's eyes swept across the imperial guards who were kneeling and saluting, and he hid his tired expression from the dust all the way.

"Excuse me, Gu also just arrived in Chang'an this morning. I don't know if the commander brought the Imperial Forest Army to Dali Temple, what is the so-called?"

"Reporting to Your Highness, the ministers are here to read the imperial edict according to His Majesty's will."

"Read the imperial decree?" Shao Guan was stunned for a moment, and the hope that had just surfaced in his heart fell into the bottomless abyss in an instant.

He wrote three memorials in a row, and finally asked his father to call him back to Chang'an. He even went to the palace to meet his father regardless of etiquette, and came here just after arriving in Chang'an... Could it be that it was already too late?

Only courtiers sentenced to serious crimes such as exile and death will be sent by the Royal Forest Army to escort the prisoner to the prison with the imperial decree.

The dots of light in the peach blossom eyes shattered in an instant, Shao closed them, feeling a trance in his mind, and it took him a while to find his voice.

"Is it... the imperial decree to pronounce who?"

"This... is to sentence Pingxihou's son for colluding with the Wei people, and to be executed after Qiuhou."

After autumn, ask to cut.

The simple four words rang in Shaoguan's ears in an instant, like a storm, and the sharp wind blade instantly shattered the young man's heart.

how come.

how can that be.

Xu Shi's young man's complexion paled in an instant, almost lifeless, and it was too terrifying. The commander of the Imperial Forest Army hesitated, and then asked in a low voice: "Your Highness, Your Highness? If you have nothing else, I will go in and read the imperial decree, so as not to Missed the escort time."

His body preceded his thinking, Shao Guan took a step forward and stopped the Yulin army, and said in a hoarse voice: "Please wait a moment, Gu... I want to go and see Prince Murong first."

There are more than ten steps away from the dark room, and the gray floor tiles are covered with mildew due to dampness, which blends with the stench of old blood stains, which makes people feel nauseous.

The piercing metal sound of an iron chain being dragged across the ground, like the low howl of a ghost from hell, pierced Shao Guan's eardrum, and the boy's body shook suddenly, as if he would fall if a cold wind blows.

"Where is Pingxihou's son imprisoned? His Royal Highness wants to visit the deceased son."

The jailer at the gate suddenly saw Shao Guan, his eyes suddenly became erratic, his hand shook, and the key of the prison door fell to the ground with a clang.

"I have seen His Royal Highness the Prince... the prince, the prince... is being imprisoned in..."

Shao Guan heard the strange panic in the jailer's words, and his eyes were darkened, and he said sharply, "Where is the son imprisoned? Hurry up and open the prison door!"

The floor of the narrow and low dark room was covered with a layer of old straw, and dark reptiles could be faintly seen crawling among the straw.

Not far away, on the blood-stained wooden frame that was already somewhat blackened, a figure was bound by two copper rings.

Black hair like a crow's feathers was covered with a layer of light gray, and a silver button tied up the scattered black hair. The pale face that seemed to have been plastered on the wall was slightly upturned, so thin that you could almost see the bone shape, A shadow fell on the straight bridge of the nose, which made the already stern face even more sharp and hostile.

The tails of the pitch-black phoenix pupils were slightly raised, so dark that there was no focal length, like a splash of thick ink spread in the eyes, without distinction of severity, there was a dead silence.

Shao Guan caught sight of those phoenix eyes, and was stunned for a few moments before he merged such a distressed figure with Murong Xing's. His heart, which was so broken that he almost didn't feel it, suddenly wrenched again, and there was almost something in his eyes. Moisturizing.

"Murong... His Royal Highness?"

The slender prison uniform was only stained with dust, not a trace of blood stained on it, but Shao Guangang loosened the copper ring with trembling hands, and Murong Xing's body seemed to have no skeleton support, and instantly fell on top of him.

In his memory, his body was as warm as a stove on a cold winter night, but now it is unbearably cold, like the snow that never melts on the top of a mountain in the north. It's a dead body.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, you have a noble status, and you really shouldn't treat a death row prisoner like this—"

The voices of people not far away have been blurred, only the weak breathing of the cold boy is infinitely amplified, like a drumbeat, beating on Shao Guan's heart.

He didn't think about anything, and the expression on his face was terrifyingly calm, but he was holding Murong Xing's hand trembling so violently.

He reached out to touch the young man's palm, and there were extremely small scars connected together. Countless long needles were inserted and pulled out to pierce a pair of hands that are unparalleled in both holding a sword and playing the piano. Can't make it up.

"Who told you to use punishment?"

Shao Guan touched those wounds over and over again, Murong Xing seemed to be awakened by the pain, his breathing suddenly became heavier, but he habitually clenched his teeth tightly, without making a sound of pain.

Just like the young man whose chest was pierced by a long sword in the previous life, when he looked up at him, he smiled so softly and coaxed him in a low voice.

"Don't cry."

Wet and hot tears slid down Shao Guan's cheeks, and dripped on those bony hands that were full of scars.

"Who told you to use punishment! Shao Ting? Did Murong Xing confess? Why sentence him to death! Why?!"

The hoarse roar was almost incoherent, and Shao Guan's eyes were already red, completely ignoring the people kneeling on the ground in the dark room.

"Your Highness...Your Majesty has an order to put the son in prison today..."

"Destroyed in the sky prison? He looks like this, went to the sky prison, is he still alive?"

"Gu wants to take him to face the emperor, now, no one is allowed to take him away. If the emperor blames him, I will bear it alone!"

No one dared to speak out to stop him.

Because no one has ever seen that the gentle and gentle prince in the eyes of the world would be like the evil beast that has been touched by the scales like today, suffering and crazy.

The coolness and heat in Shao Guan's head were intertwined, only the temperature around him forced him to carefully support the unconscious young man, and move step by step to the dark room.

At least there was a clear force coming from the wrist, even though it was so light that there was almost no strength, it made Shao Guan's eyes burst with joy.

"Murong Xing, you're awake, you—"

Tiredness, pain, coldness...all of them are reflected in those dark phoenix eyes that have just woken up, and there is even a flash of sadness that Shao Guan is very familiar with, dyeing the dark pupils A layer of strange darkness.

Immediately, it was coldness, without reason, like an instinctive reaction.

He heard Murong Xing's low breath.

"Don't worry about me, Your Highness."

With the last of his strength, he withdrew his hand, and his body, which was full of dark wounds, was trembling.

"We...have nothing to do with each other."