Reborn as a King in the Hand

In July, there was heavy rain in Beijing.

In front of the Jinluan Hall, Jinwu Guards wearing silver armor formed an airtight wall, and under the main hall, blood-stained rainwater rushed towards the imperial road carved from white jade.

— squeaky.

The palace gate of the Golden Luan Hall was pushed open a crack by the pale young eunuch.

The cold rain blew into the hall and wet his blue clothes.

The little eunuch struggled to stand on tiptoe, looking past the luminous armor of the Jinwu Guard, and landed on the scarlet Meridian Gate—the rain also turned crimson, pouring down from the sky.

It was the blood of the relatives of Zhen Guohou's mansion.

The little eunuch shivered, retracted his head, hurried back to the Golden Luan Hall, and prostrated himself under the dragon chair: "Your Majesty..."

The bright yellow figure curled up in the shadows, haggard and gray complexion, if it wasn't for the soaring dragon embroidered on the robe, no one would believe that this is Daliang's Ninth Five Supreme.

He spoke with a hoarse voice: "Uncle Nine Emperors brought someone to call in?"

The little eunuch trembled again: "Yet...not yet."

"Not yet?" Mu Ruqi, who was sitting on the dragon chair, struggled to move, barely sat up straight, his eyes rolled with difficulty in their sunken eye sockets, "What is not yet?"

The little eunuch trembled and dared not answer.

Mu Ruqi fell back to the dragon chair and muttered to himself, "Not yet?"

"Not yet?!" He hugged his head, his fingers shuttled through the withered hair, and the roar from his throat lingered in the Golden Palace.

At this time, the palace door opened again, and the drenched eunuch fell in front of the Golden Luan Hall, his shrill voice filled with fear: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty! The rebels are heading towards Fengqi Palace!"

Fengqi Palace is the dormitory where the male queen who was abolished earlier lived.

When Mu Ruqi heard the words, he was greatly stimulated, the last trace of blood faded from his cheeks, and he fell from the dragon chair in embarrassment.

On the golden stone steps carved with auspicious clouds and golden dragons, there is blood from his hands and feet.

He was thin and weak, and the blood seemed to have taken away all his vitality.

Mu Ruqi didn't feel the pain at all, his teeth chattered, his shriveled mouth opened and closed, and finally let out a vague cry from between his teeth: "I can't help it... I can't help it!"

"I... I don't want to kill them all... But the Marquis of Zhen Guo has made great achievements!"

"As for Xia Chaosheng...he, he is not only the young master of Zhen Guo Hou Hou's mansion, but also the male queen of my Daliang! He doesn't agree with me, how can I not guard against it?"

"I... I was forced to..."

The two eunuchs didn't dare to listen to the secret affairs of the palace, they stuck their heads firmly on the white jade bricks, and kept silent.

The torrential rain drowned out Mu Ruqi's murmurs, he raised his head, mad hatred welled up on his pale face: "Which one of you sent the poisoned wine?"

The two eunuchs froze at the same time, and then shouted convulsively: "Not slaves!"

If Mu Ruqi hadn't heard of it, he stared at his bloodshot eyes and struggled to get up from the ground: "Zhen, I don't want to kill him, you must have secretly exchanged the wine that Zhen Yu gave him, so that he... let him... he……"

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty is not a servant girl!" The little eunuch burst into tears, shaking like chaff, and smashed his bloody forehead again heavily on the white jade stone, "Your Majesty, what you bestowed is..."

Before he finished speaking, he was kicked down by Mu Ruqi.

Mu Ruqi drew out his sword and roared madly: "You are talking nonsense! How could I be willing to kill him?"

"...It must be you...It must be you..."

The little eunuch, who was so frightened out of his wits, didn't care about his dignity, and crawled to the door of the Golden Luan Hall with all hands and feet.

The heavy palace gate was close at hand, a trace of ecstasy burst out in his eyes, he raised his arm, and the moment his fingers were about to touch the palace gate, he froze in mid-air.

After a while, bright red blood dripped from the Golden Luan Hall, soaking the Jinwu Guard's leather boots.

The rain is still falling, the only difference is that there are more desperate wailings in the sound of the rain.

A silver light flashed, and the Jinwu guards all pulled out the dragon swords bestowed by the emperor.

What the sword light was pointing at was the mysterious armored cavalry slowly passing through the rain curtain.

"Get out of the way, everyone out of the way..." A bright yellow figure rushed out of the Golden Luan Hall. Mu Ruqi held the heads of two eunuchs who had died in peace in one hand and the blood-stained long sword in the other, and shouted, "Uncle Emperor!" ...Uncle Nine Emperors!"

He bumped away the Jinwu Guard with his shoulder, and threw himself onto the imperial road. He lost his balance and fell directly from the height of a person on the imperial road, like a paralyzed piece of rotten flesh that had lost its vitality, crashing into the bloody puddle.

Mu Ruqi's eyes turned black from the pain, but he refused to let go of the head in his hand.

He struggled to get up from the ground, his dragon robe was stained with mud and emitted a stench.

"Uncle Nine Emperors, look... I... I killed the eunuch who killed Chaosheng..." Mu Ruqi raised his head as if offering a treasure, "They poisoned the imperial wine I gave Chaosheng! Uncle Nine Emperors, trust me, I...I don't want to harm him!"

"He is my first wife, I...I don't want to hurt him..."

Mu Ruqi's wailing was crushed by the sound of horseshoes.

Soldiers in black armor rolled past him without looking sideways.

"Uncle Nine Emperors!" A panic flashed in Mu Ruqi's eyes, and he hurriedly crawled over, "Uncle Nine Emperors!"

The mysterious armored cavalry dispersed slowly, and Mu Rugui, who was wearing a scarlet robe, came from among the cavalry.

"Nine..." Mu Ruqi raised his head in ecstasy. After seeing the hands hanging down in Mu Rugui's arms, he seemed to be choked by the throat, and the remaining words turned into gasps of fear.

It was a blue, dead hand.

He recognized the man.

That man...has been dead for three days.

Mu Rugui lowered his head slightly, he didn't care about the Jin Wuwei who drew his sword, and he didn't care about the throne that was at his fingertips.

The sky is big and the earth is big, and in his eyes there is only one who is sleeping peacefully——Mu Ruqi's deposed empress, Xia Chaosheng, the former young master of Zhen Guohou's mansion.

Everyone said that the empress doomed to death by a cup of poisoned wine, however, Xia Chaosheng still had a deep bone scar on his slender neck.

"Do you know how he died?" Mu Rugui's deep voice was like thunder, exploding in Mu Ruqi's ears.

His two arms were fighting, his eyes flickered, and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground.

The blood stained the rain, and also the eyes of the rebels.

Mu Rugui closed his eyes and hugged the person in his arms tightly.

When he rushed into Fengqi Palace, the eunuch Sanhe, who was about to die for the Lord, said that Xia Chaosheng did not want to die at the hands of the murderer who killed the 98 people in the Houfu.

Sanhe cried and knelt down on the ground: "My lord, you are late."

Mu Rugui's figure swayed slightly, and the cold rain outside turned into a sharp dagger, following the eunuch's words, gouging out his heart inch by inch.

What else did Sanhe say, but Mu Rugui didn't hear it at all, the sound of "It's too late" kept echoing in his ears, his heart felt like a knife was being twisted, his blood was surging, his five fingers dug into the flesh, and the blood dripped down Crushed on the cool white stone bricks of the palace.

"The maidservant should have died three days ago." Sanhe grabbed Mu Rugui's clothes, and squeezed out the bloody words from between his teeth. "The reason why you refused to die is to wait for the prince to come back!"

"My lord, you must...to avenge the little marquis..." Before he finished speaking, his seven orifices were bleeding, and before Mu Rugui could answer, he had already died of poison and died for the Lord.

As the cold wind poured into the empty Fengqi Palace, Mu Rugui stretched out his bruised hand and pulled out the hem of the clothes held by Sanhe.

The cold promise fell in the rainstorm: "Okay."

——Alright, I will avenge Xia Chaosheng.

To avenge the Marquis of Zhen Guo.

to avenge myself.

Mu Rugui saw Xia Chaosheng sleeping peacefully on the phoenix couch. He was wearing a bright red and complicated palace attire and a golden jade crown on his head. Wipe the depression.

He is the most noble phoenix in the world, but he lives in the wrong plane tree.

"Chaosheng..." Mu Rugui knelt down in front of the phoenix couch, wanted to hold his cold hand, but suddenly withdrew his arm, and wiped his five fingers on the clean handkerchief for a long time, before he could bear it. He held Xia Chaosheng's fingertips.

He lowered his head and kissed his bloodless fingers reverently.

"Chaosheng, I'll take you home."

In the tenth year of the apocalypse, Mu Rugui, the Nine Kings, rebelled and beheaded King Liang. It flows into a river, and the howling lingers all year round.

Mu Rugui went crazy on the throne for 30 years, and finally found a sensible and obedient child with royal blood as the prince, and watched him step by step towards the abyss of greed under the influence of power.

Finally, the prince came to Mu Rugui holding a glass of poisoned wine.

Mu Rugui knew that the wine was poisonous, but he drank it without saying a word.

The prince knelt on his highness, trembling.

"You did a good job." Mu Rugui is very old, but the years can't wash away the murderous aura in him.

He raised his eyelids, and sporadic smiles appeared on his thin face: "At least he knows how to give me the wine he drank when he left."

"Father makes atonement, father—"

"Atonement?" Mu Rugui returned the wine glass to the prince, "No, I've been waiting for this day for a long time."

When he stood up, his old figure was no longer as tall and straight as before, but the bright light of his youth revealed in his eyes.

He walked to the outside of the Golden Luan Hall alone.

He wants to go to the imperial mausoleum, he wants to go to Xia Chaosheng's side.

His whole life has been bumpy and lonely, and after beheading the last person who killed Xia Chaosheng, he has nothing to do, and he can't wait to catch up with Xia Chaosheng's pace.

It was raining heavily outside the Jinluan Palace, just like 30 years ago.

"He won't wait for me for 30 years." Mu Rugui lowered his eyes and said to himself, "But I still want to find him. If I find him, I will tell him. I will avenge all those revenges for him."

The drizzle was like weaving, and the tyrant who had been in power for 30 years showed a relieved smile.

In a trance, time flies like a white horse passing by, and the troubled years come to my eyes.

Mu Rugui seemed to have gone back to that year again, when he saw the peach tree planted in the wall of a family bearing fruit, he climbed over the wall, but heard someone from under the wall exclaiming: "Don't—!"

He suddenly turned his head and bumped into a bright fire.

The young man under the tree wore fiery red riding clothes, leather boots embroidered with auspicious patterns on his feet, and held a longbow in his hand. His eyes were round and he stared at him menacingly.

The spring breeze is blowing, and the peach blossoms are like snow.

Mu Rugui's eyes were dazzled for a moment, all he remembered was a bright red mole on the side of the young man's neck, like a ghost walking out of a picture scroll, captivating.

Before Mu Rugui died, he heard that "no" again as he wished.

Xia Chaosheng said "no" to him.

"Don't!" Xia Chaosheng woke up suddenly, his eyes were covered with a layer of mist, just like the rain in front of the Jinluan Palace, it would stop no matter what.

He stretched out his hand with difficulty, but instead of touching the rain, he grabbed the gray flowing gold yarn.

The cold bed gauze slipped through Xia Chaosheng's fingers, like melting ice and snow, he shivered suddenly.

The rain had receded, and the world regained its color before his eyes.

He felt the warmth and cold, the pain, and also... the feeling of being alive.

Xia Chaosheng was in a trance for a while, staring blankly at the Liujin yarn in front of him, and slowly recalled: This is the bed yarn that would only be hung in the bedroom of Zhen Guohou's mansion when he was not married to Mu Ruqi.

But Zhen Guohou's mansion has long since disappeared.

Now how come...

"Is the young master awake?" A thin human voice came from outside the window, "After taking this medicine for three days, why is the young master still not awake?"

"Kneeling in front of the Golden Luan Hall for three days and three nights, and taking that kind of pills, our young master won't..." The other voice weakened, then suddenly raised his voice, and said "Bah" several times, "I This stinky mouth!"

Xia Chaosheng lying on the bed trembled his eyelashes and clenched his fists in disbelief.

How familiar is this scene?

In the fifth year of Apocalypse, King Liang suddenly promulgated an imperial decree to marry him and Mu Rugui, which shocked the government and the public.

Before the imperial decree arrived at Zhen Guohou's mansion, he snatched the imperial decree on horseback. Holding the token of the East Palace in his hand, he rushed all the way to the front of the Golden Luan Hall.

This kneeling lasted for three days and three nights.

Not only did he kneel down and break his own body, but he also lost King Liang's trust and favor to the Zhen Guohou's mansion.

Back in time, the past reappears.

He actually went back to the past.

Xia Chaosheng's clear eyes set off turbulent waves, his clenched fists trembled unceasingly, before the surprise of rebirth appeared, his heart was filled with heavy hatred.

In the past, he thought that the prince who accompanied him to resist the marriage was a good man, so he willingly took the pill to change his physique, and paid for the entire Zhen Guohou's mansion, so as to help Mu ascend to the throne as scheduled.

However, what was waiting for him was not his childhood sweetheart, but a ruthless emperor.

Xia Chaosheng was trapped in the Fengqi Palace, watching Mu Ruqi marry someone else, and watching the 98 people in Zhen Guohou's mansion become innocent souls under the Meridian Gate.

He hated and resented extremely, and in the end he drank poisonous wine in infinite self-blame, and then killed himself with his once favorite saber.

He thought that he would be hacked into pieces by Zeng Jin's relatives in hell, but he didn't expect that what he saw after he died was not Huangquan Road, but Mu Rugui who plotted against him.

Xia Chao turned into a ghost, and stayed by Mu Rugui's side for thirty years, watching Uncle Nine Emperors avenge himself, go crazy for him, and finally drink poisonous wine...

Xia Chaosheng, who had just woken up, suddenly flashed the man's dark pupils, his throat itched, and he blushed and coughed.