After I was reborn, I was scumbag

Chapter 1

"Pingxihou's son, Dingyuan General Murong Xing, disobeyed the emperor's order and raised his troops to rebel. He has now been put to death in front of Chang'an City, and the nine clans have been imprisoned!"

Standing outside the prison gate, the jailer who had just read the imperial decree turned around when he was suddenly pulled by a hand stretched out from between the iron bars. After scolding severely, he grinned grinningly and snapped off his skinny finger.

"Why, doesn't His Royal Highness still think that he is the proud son of the day?"

In the dark and damp dungeon, the young man in a white shirt was covered with bloodstains, and his black hair was scattered. He didn't seem to feel the pain of broken knuckles. He still firmly grasped the jailer's sleeve, and his bloodshot black eyes were already red. one slice.

"What did you say?"

"I said that Murong Xing is dead! Even if he doesn't die now, he will die outside Chang'an City in a short time. As for your Highness, if you finish writing the abdication edict as soon as possible according to His Majesty's instructions, maybe His Majesty will still grant you a A whole body."

How could it be...how could it be!

Even if Murong Xing is far away in the frontier, how could he not know the news of the Chang'an coup?Now he is the only one left in the Daliang royal family lingering in prison, hundreds of thousands of troops are under the control of the usurping new emperor.

With [-] frontier soldiers alone, how can they fight against the imperial court?

Shao Guan raised his eyes suddenly, his thin face that had been tortured by all kinds of torture turned pale, but his pitch-black peach blossom eyes were more gloomy and frightening than a dungeon without skylight.

"...Yang Ling asked you to read out the imperial decree. If you have any conditions, you should exchange it with me."

The jailer was stunned for a few moments before replying in a cold voice: "Presumptuous! How dare you call His Majesty by his honorable name directly! My emperor is kind, as long as you are willing to write down the edict of abdication, I will allow you to go to Chang'an City." , see Murong Xing for the last time."

Shao Guan slowly withdrew his hand, the palm that was clasped on the barbed iron railing was already a bloody mess.

"What day is Yuantong today?"

Hoarse voice.

"The day after tomorrow is New Year's Day."

It turned out that he had been in prison for more than a month, and he had suffered and endured all kinds of punishments, such as whipping and ironing, but he did not expect that Murong Xing would be the last bargaining chip for Yang Ling to force him to submit.

"Go and tell Yang Ling that I want to see Murong Xing first." Shao Guan's thin body shivered slightly in the cold winter air, "Don't look at me like that. I haven't written the edict of abdication yet, Yang Ling dare not kill him of."

After an indeterminate amount of time, the orderly footsteps of the Imperial Forest Army could be heard on the stone steps.

The jailer looked at the young man who was covered in scars, but his back was still straight.

"Your Majesty has an order to escort Shao Guan to the city gate immediately!"

A pool of foul-smelling and viscous blood splashed on the light brown phoenix eyes.

At noon in winter, the sunlight was thin, just enough for Murong Xing to see through the blood mist in front of his eyes the thin boy in white shirt on the city gate.

"No! Don't kill him..."

The silver-white battle armor of the army of the new dynasty was all over the place, and the black robes of the youth in the center of the battle were bleeding, and the snow-white down feathers on the feather arrows piercing the shoulders had been soaked scarlet with blood.

"Yang Ling has any other conditions, I agree! Don't kill him..."

"You? An abandoned prince, what qualifications do you have to negotiate terms with His Majesty?"

The tight encirclement gradually narrowed, and the long sword that had already curled its blade brought up fallen figures one by one, but they were finally submerged by the silver-white flow of people.

A long knife cut through the snow-covered air, and with a buzzing sound, it pierced straight through the heart of the boy in black.

Shao Guan trembled, his throat was so choked that he couldn't utter a single word, and he looked at the boy kneeling on the ground under the city in disbelief.

"Don't cry."

As if feeling something, Murong Xing supported his body with the long sword in both hands, and looked up at him.

The blood-stained Fengchen's face was still sharp and handsome, but the corner of his mouth followed the shape of the two words, and a large handful of blood dripped on the cold ground.

The faint sunlight penetrated into the light brown eyes, which were icy cold, but with a hint of tenderness flashing through them.

No... no, you can't die.

That was his companion who rode the horse in the imperial city together when he was young.

He was the courtier who planned for him day and night when he seized the throne.

It is also the person who sleeps on the pillow and hugs him tenderly, promising the next life.

Now because of him, he has become a traitor from the prince's son and young general.

The commander of the Imperial Forest Army who watched Murong Xing ambushed was about to order his head to be beheaded, when he heard a commotion nearby, the young man with his hands tied with ropes and chains was already standing on the city wall, only one step away from the wall that was several feet high. Fall on the city.

"Stop him! Quick!"

Shao Guan hooked his lips and didn't look at the panicked Imperial Forest Army behind him.

Originally, if Yang Ling hadn't deceived the world and stolen his name, and wanted to get the edict of abdication from him and establish a new dynasty in a legitimate way, he would have died for the country as early as the day of the coup.

The blood-soaked white shirt fell from the city wall amidst screams and shouts, like a lonely soul falling into hell.

I promise your Haiyan and Heqing, a peaceful and prosperous age; I promise you that you will never leave your head forever, only to honor it in the next life.

……

"Your Highness, Your Highness?"

In the quiet candlelight, Shao Guan slowly opened his eyes.What came into my eyes was not the flames of war in the city, and there was no pain in my body after the punishment, but only the mountains of letters on the table in front of me.

"Your Highness is unwell? Prince Murong has been waiting for His Highness in the study for a long time. Would His Highness want to see you?"

Shao Guan pursed his lips and got up, somehow feeling that these words were familiar.After thinking about it for a while, I finally realized that this should be the day when Murong Xing was ordered to enter the palace to be his companion.

This was five years ago, and he was lucky enough to go back five years ago.

Shao Guan didn't have time to be surprised, just the words "Murong Shizi" already made the corners of his eyes turn red subconsciously.

"...call Murong Shizi in, you should step back first."

The dense aloes from the Boshan furnace hovered upwards, outlining the handsome brows of the young man in Chinese clothes who entered and exited the palace. His unwarranted face was slightly angular between a teenager and a young man. The nobility of the children of the family.

"My lord, Murong Xing, the prince of Pingxi Hou, pays his respects to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Shao Guan was stunned for a moment before he realized that he and Murong Xing were far from being close enough to call each other by name. When his unfocused eyes moved away from the familiar face, he was already standing in front of Murong Xing.

"Are... are you okay?" His voice was a little hoarse.

The light brown phoenix eyes full of surprise flitted inch by inch over the handsome young man's pale face, and then suddenly a dark light flashed across.

Murong Xing said indifferently: "What do you mean by your Highness?"

What answered him was the thin and thin body of the young man in his arms.

The soft black hair rests on the chin, and there is a burst of light ambergris in the nose.He only needs to lower his head slightly, and he can kiss the young man's beautiful eyebrows and eyes.

The darkness in Murong Xing's eyes surged for a moment, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were so cold that there was no wave.

The slender fingers hanging by his side trembled, but finally clenched into fists, indifferent.

"Is Your Highness sick? If that's the case, I will immediately call the imperial physician to treat Your Highness."

With a cold face, Murong Xing pulled Shao Guan's hand away from his waist, and said expressionlessly: "If Your Highness is dissatisfied with the minister's reading for His Highness, I can ask His Majesty to apologize."