Reborn as a King in the Hand

Xia Rongshan held the imperial physician's collar, stared wide-eyed, barely heard the answer that satisfied him, only to find that Mu Rugui was still lying next to Xia Chaosheng's bed, and immediately felt a little dissatisfied.

It's true that he doesn't like his son marrying into the East Palace, but as a father, even if he refuses to say yes, he still has room in his heart.

The son is stubborn, so if he wants to marry the prince, he should do so. At worst, he will lose the entire Hou Mansion in exchange for his life's safety.

If it is the prince who stays in the Hou's mansion and refuses to leave, Xia Rongshan will definitely not stop him, but it is the Ninth Prince... Then he has to think about his son—Xia Chaosheng woke up from a coma, and the first thing he saw was Mu Rugui , Don't you want to vomit blood again?

How much blood can his newborn vomit?

"My lord." Xia Rongshan thought about it, and always felt that something was wrong, so he had to bite the bullet and say, "It's getting late."

Mu Rugui gave a low "Yes", but he didn't get up and leave Xia Chaosheng's sick bed as Marquis Zhen Guo wished.

There was no sound in the bedroom, the window that had just been closed made a tinny sound like grinding teeth in the wind, and a small spark burst out from the burning charcoal basin.

Xia Rongshan's palms were sweating profusely, he was afraid that Mu Rugui's words would be surprising, that he would marry Xia Chaosheng, then there would be no leeway for the marriage bestowed by the Holy Majesty.

Fortunately, Mu Rugui just looked at Xia Chaosheng silently for a moment: "Hei Qi who is next to this king has done something wrong, let him stay with the young master to make amends."

Xia Rongshan was taken aback, the words of refusal just came to his lips, Mu Rugui had already walked out of the bedroom, and Hei Qi came over with a playful smile.

Hei Qi made a bow: "Master Hou."

Xia Rongshan's face froze and he was speechless for a moment.

Hei Qi didn't have so many scruples, he found a corner for himself in the house cheekily, and leaned against it with his sword in his arms, it really looked like that.

The moon was dim, and the dim stars shone behind dark clouds.

The sycamore tree in the East Palace rustled in the wind, and Mu Ruqi leaned over the couch with his wine glass in hand.

The Jin Wuwei knelt at his feet, the cold moonlight streaming on the silver armor.

"You said... Chaosheng fell off the courtyard wall of the Hou Mansion in order to resist the marriage?"

"Returning to Your Highness, yes."

"What happened to Mu Rugui?"

"The Ninth Prince took his attendants to the Hou's mansion to plead guilty. When he left the mansion, he happened to pass by the wall where the little Hou Ye jumped off."

Mu Ruqi snorted lightly, and said to himself: "I said why didn't he fall off the horse like before. It turned out that he was caught by Mu Rugui when he climbed over the wall... Heh!"

Jin Wuwei bowed his head and remained silent.

If he shouldn't hear, he can't hear anything.

"Forget it, maybe I did something to change it..." He frowned and stood up, muttering to himself for a moment, then raised his arm and patted Jin Wuwei's shoulder, "How is the young master?"

"Young Lord...he vomited blood when he saw Lord Ninth, and he is still unconscious."

"He vomited blood because of Mu Rugui's scare?" Mu Ruqi was taken aback, then supported the edge of the bed, laughing loudly, "Mu Rugui, Mu Rugui, no matter what time you are, you have never made any progress!"

After Mu Ruqi finished laughing, a gloomy light flashed in his long and narrow eyes: "Does Father know about this?"

"Young Master is seriously ill, Zhen Guohou has been on leave and has not yet returned to court..."

"That is to say, the father doesn't know yet?" Mu Ruqi suppressed the smile on his face, squinted his eyes and drove away Jin Wuwei.

The little eunuch in Tsing Yi quickly walked into the hall.

"Your Highness."

Mu Ruqi asked lazily: "Uncle Nine Emperors scared Xia Chaosheng and vomited blood, does Emperor Father know?"

"Your Majesty doesn't know yet."

"That's not okay..." Mu Ruqi lowered his eyes, and his eyes flicked around the eunuch's face.

The eunuch knelt down on the ground, felt the real gaze, and immediately flattered: "His Royal Highness said it very well... Zhen Guohou is not a temper, he will definitely treat the Ninth Prince and Cimaru because of the little prince vomiting blood. Your Majesty is dissatisfied. Your Majesty, you have to remind Your Majesty!"

"Count you clever." Mu Ruqi stretched out a leg, and stepped on the little eunuch's shoulder lightly, "Go, let our people do a few tricks."

"...Also, for such a big matter, of course, the more people who know about it, the better." Mu Ruqi picked his nails and said slowly, "Do you know how to do it?"

"The servant knows." The little eunuch understood, and walked forward to lead Mu Ruqi to the palace gate.

In a short while, ecstasy singing came from the bedroom.

Taking advantage of the darkness, the showgirls in scantily clad clothes quietly poured into the door that the eunuch had just closed for a while.

It was three days before Xia Chaosheng woke up again.

He woke up at the wrong time, as soon as he opened his eyes, the imperial doctor poked a silver needle into the back of his hand.

"Hiss—" Xia Zhaosheng gasped, lifted the corner of the quilt with his other hand, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Ninth... where is the Ninth Prince?"

Xia Hua and Qiu Chan were kneeling in front of the couch with their heads down, neither of them dared to speak, only the medicine stove made a slight sound in the room.

Xia Chaosheng got up hastily, then fell back limply, "What... what time is it?"

"Young Master, you have been unconscious for three days." Xia Hua tucked the quilt up for him, and then signaled Qiu Chan to be good at the stove with her eyes, "Master Hou said that from today on, you...don't leave the house for anything... .”

Xia Chaosheng hadn't recovered from the blow of "coma for three days", but was startled by the words "do not leave the house" again: "My father said it himself?"

Xia Hua couldn't bear to hit him, and pulled her finger twice on the corner of her hand: "Master Hou also said that he would intercede with His Majesty on your behalf..."

"What are you begging for?" Xia Chaosheng struggled to get up again, ignoring the silver needle stuck in the back of his hand, he grabbed Xia Hua's sleeve, "Has my father gone to court?"

"Little Marquis..."

"Say it!" Xia Chaosheng only sat up for a while, and his temples began to throb and hurt.But he stubbornly refused to fall asleep again, for fear that his father would get agitated and run to King Liang to fight the marriage for him.

If so, what's the point of his rebirth?

Zhen Guohou's Mansion is bound to end up being wiped out again!

The more Xia Chaosheng thought about it, the more frightened he became, and the more he thought about it, the more desperate he became. He covered his mouth and fell in front of the couch, knocking all the silver needles on the back of his hand crooked.

"Young Master!" Qiu Chan cried and rushed forward, holding his arm, "Young Master knows the bitterness in his heart, and the matter of bestowing marriage is to be taken slowly, why do you have to make trouble with your own body?"

"Where am I against myself?" Xia Chaosheng shook his head with difficulty, his eyes fell on the blood on his palm, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "Go and see if my father has gone to court, if not..."

He paused, a familiar figure flashed in his peripheral vision, and his eyes could not help but light up: "Hei Qi!"

There are two capable attendants beside Mu Rugui, the lively one is called Hei Qi, and the calm one is called Hong Wu. Xia Chaosheng remembers them.

Hei Qi, who was peeking behind the screen with the cat, was called out suddenly, thinking he had been caught, he touched his nose in embarrassment: "Young Master."

There were two sparks in Xia Chaosheng's eyes: "Quick... help me go to the mansion and stop my father, don't let him go to court!"

Hei Qi stayed in the Hou Mansion, so he naturally listened to Xia Chaosheng's words.

Besides, it's a good thing for the young master not to resist the marriage, but to marry their prince directly!

Regardless of Xia Hua's and Qiu Chan's screams, he stretched out his arms, pushed open the window, and went straight out. Before leaving, he thoughtfully closed the window, leaving a sentence of "Only by the order of the young master".

"Little Marquis, what are you going to do?" Xia Hua worriedly looked at the direction of Hei Qi's departure, and tightened her handkerchief uneasily.

Since the young master fell ill, he seemed to be a different person, and his behavior became more and more surly.

And... how could the young master blurt out the name of the servants beside the Ninth Prince?

Xia Hua's eyes flickered slightly, and instead of chasing after her like Qiu Chan, she knelt down in front of the couch and helped Xia Chaosheng wipe away the blood from his palms.

"Young Master?"

Xia Chao moved his fingers vividly.

"Young Lord Hou seems to be very familiar with Hei Qi who is next to Lord Ninth."

Xia Zhaosheng was silent for a moment, and opened his eyes a little.

He could find a reason, saying that he had seen Hei Qi at the palace banquet, but now is a good opportunity to make Xia Hua "misunderstand".

He gave silence instead of answer.

Xia Hua was slightly startled, and thought a lot for a moment.

Everyone said that for the sake of the prince, the young master must have deep roots in love when he knelt until he fainted in front of the Golden Luan Hall.

But Xia Chaosheng, as the young master of the Hou Mansion, even if he is trapped by love, will eventually wake up one day.

If he realizes that resisting the marriage will anger His Majesty, and is willing to accept the marriage offer for the Houfu... it is not impossible.

Then, the little marquis didn't come out of the mansion for the sake of His Royal Highness!

He just went to see the Ninth Prince!

Xia Hua raised her head abruptly, her eyes briefly met with Xia Chaosheng's, and then hurriedly lowered her eyes.

"Huh?" Xia Chaosheng didn't know what Xia Hua was thinking of, but seeing her expression, she seemed to believe in his willingness to marry Mu Rugui, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, Xia Hua quickly lay down beside the bed, choked up, and said, "Young Lord, you have suffered so much, you have sacrificed so much for the Zhen Guohou's Mansion!"

Xia Hua felt extremely uncomfortable.

When the Ninth Prince jumped off the courtyard wall with Xia Chaosheng in his arms, she, like everyone else, did not dare to look up, but she could clearly see the scar on the back of the prince's hand.

Ugly and ferocious, like snakes spit out red letters one after another.

Xia Hua couldn't imagine such a scar appearing on her face...

She shivered and raised her head with a forced smile: "Young Master, I'll go and call Qiu Chan back."

"No need." Xia Chaosheng coughed softly, "Let her go."

How could Mu Rugui's servants be able to catch up with Qiu Chan, a maid who has no skills at all?

Xia Chaosheng was right.

Qiu Chan chased after her out of breath for a few steps, and Hei Qi had already jumped out of the Hou Mansion.

He has been living in the Hou's Mansion for the past few days, knowing that Zhen Guohou is going to go to court today, and he will go out early in the morning, so he didn't seriously chase after him. Instead, he squatted on the side of the street and bought a piece of fragrant osmanthus cake.

That is, when buying cakes, Black Seven sees Red Five.

He swallowed the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his mouth, and ran over cheerfully: "Red Five!"

Hong Wu tightened the reins, followed the sound and lowered her head, seeing Hei Qi's appearance clearly, her brows immediately frowned: "My lord asked you to stay by the little lord's side, but you actually left your post without authorization?"

"How dare I..." Hei Qi dodged Hong Wu's kick and yelled aggrievedly, "Young Lord asked me to persuade Zhen Guohou not to go to court, but he didn't even look at what time it is, Zhen Guo Hou Yi went out early in the morning, so he must have entered the palace by now!"

"Nonsense!" Hong Wu got off his horse and slammed the rein into his palm, "My lord sent me to the Hou's mansion this morning to deliver things... Zhen Guohou didn't go to the imperial city until he burned a stick of incense!"

"What?!" Hei Qi turned pale with shock, climbed onto the horse, quickly turned into a black shadow, and disappeared at the corner of the street.The biting wind sent his remaining words to Hong Wu's ear, "Hong Wu, you go and speak to the little Hou Ye for me, and say that I will definitely stop the Hou Ye outside the imperial city, so that he can rest assured!"