Reborn as a King in the Hand

Mu Ruqi also saw Mu Rugui.

He tightened the reins, looked at his nominal Ninth Emperor Uncle with dark and disdainful eyes, then dismounted, and saluted as a junior: "Nine Emperor Uncle."

Mu Rugui's horse let out a snort, but he himself remained motionless.

Mu Ruqi didn't take it seriously: "Uncle Jiuhuang's leg disease hasn't healed yet, so he still needs to take care of himself."

"Don't worry about it." Mu Rugui's thin lips parted slightly, and his voice was colder than the north wind.

"Where did Uncle Nine Emperors speak?" Mu Ruqi smiled slightly, "You are an elder, and when Chaosheng marries into the East Palace in the future, I will take him to the palace to greet him."

Mu Rugui's hand holding the rein suddenly clenched tightly, and the agitation in his heart was beyond words.

Mu Ruqi's eyes lingered briefly on the scarred hands, then lowered his head and raised his eyebrows triumphantly.

He knew that Xia Chaosheng must still be lying on the wall and looking at his back, so he saluted again without hesitation: "Uncle Nine Emperors, I agree with Chaosheng. He disobeyed the emperor!"

"... I beg Uncle Nine Emperors to take Donggong's face into account and stop being obsessed with the marriage bestowed by my father!"

"...Uncle Nine Emperors, please help us!"

Complete...you?

The biting cold wind made Mu Rugui's limbs numb, but his mind became clearer.

Also, in order to marry into the East Palace, Chao Sheng willingly knelt in front of the Golden Luan Hall, almost dying on his knees, how could he want to see him?

The so-called returning Ye Mingzhu is probably to let him see clearly his affection with the prince, and force him to let go...

That's it.

Now that he has tasted the pain of not getting what he asks for, he will not have the heart to let Zhao Sheng struggle in pain.

Mu Rugui raised his eyes, staring heavily at the thin figure lying on the courtyard wall.

A few plum blossoms floated faintly in the cold wind.

He met Xia Zhaosheng's panicked eyes and laughed at himself.

What is Xia Chaosheng afraid of?

Probably because he was afraid that he would not let go, and that he would forcefully propose marriage with the imperial decree.

The war horse suddenly let out a long cry, and Mu Ruqi backed away in panic.

Mu Ruqi once died at the hands of Mu Rugui, his fear soaked into his bones and blood, and penetrated deep into his internal organs, even the mere cry of war horses made him terrified.

Mu Rugui didn't care about Mu Ruqi's gaffe.

He turned his horse's head and turned his face away cruelly: "This king has never received the imperial decree of marriage, so why insist on it?"

"Uncle Nine Emperors..." Mu Ruqi bit the bullet and stepped forward, "You mean..."

"His Royal Highness." The Jinwu Guard who had been waiting at the side couldn't help but leaned forward and whispered, "Your Majesty..."

Mu Ruqi's expression changed slightly, he swallowed back the words that came to his mouth, got on the horse, and said goodbye to Mu Rugui: "Uncle Nine Emperors, father is still waiting for me in the palace, nephew will leave first."

Before he left, he looked like an ordinary boy who had just been allowed by his elders to go to his sweetheart's house to propose marriage, his face was slightly drunk: "Thank you, Uncle Nine Emperors, for your success."

But as soon as he turned around, Mu Ruqi's complexion became visibly cold.

He pressed his trembling right hand, gritted his teeth and muttered: "Mu Rugui...Mu Rugui..."

——In this life, I want you to die badly.

The prince left in a hurry, while Mu Rugui stayed in place for a while.

He was rarely in a daze.

Whether it was in Shangjing or on the battlefield, his mind was always filled with chaotic trifles, only a little space was left for the boy in red, standing under the tree, staring at him angrily.

But now, he must erase this boy from his mind.

He didn't even have the right to think about him.

At the same time, Xia Chaosheng, who was lying on the wall, was sweating profusely.

Hei Qi heard that there were the prince's men and horses outside the courtyard wall, but he didn't know that his prince was there, and he was still struggling to support the tree branch for him: "Young Lord, since the prince is gone, what are you still doing lying on the wall?"

do what?Of course it's Uncle Nine!

Xia Chaosheng didn't bother to explain. He was afraid that Mu Rugui might misunderstand, so he took a deep breath and shouted, "Uncle Jiu!"

Hei Qi hanging on the plum tree looked up blankly: "Huh?"

Is the Ninth Prince also outside the Hou Mansion?

The wind blew away Xia Chaosheng's call, and Mu Rugui rode his horse with his back to him, motionless.

He had no choice but to continue shouting at the top of his voice, "Uncle Jiu!"

He was still ill, his breath was like a silk, and the two voices he shouted didn't even alarm the people in the Hou Mansion, let alone Mu Rugui who was far away on the corner of the street?

Mu Rugui tightened the reins, and was about to leave.

"Uncle Nine..." Xia Chaosheng's heart jumped into his throat, "Uncle Nine, Uncle Nine, Uncle Nine!"

But no matter how he shouted, Mu Rugui didn't respond.

Xia Chaosheng turned around anxiously and urged: "Hei Qi, quickly help me stop your prince!"

"Ninth Prince?" Hei Qi finally came back to his senses, hooked the tree branch above his head with one hand, exerted strength with his arm, and leaned half of his body out of the courtyard wall of the Hou Mansion.

Hey, isn't that the figure from the back riding away, the Ninth Prince?

Hei Qi sank into his dantian immediately, and shouted for Xia Chaosheng: "Lord Nine!"

This voice was much stronger than Xia Chaosheng's soft shout, Mu Rugui's horse not only stopped, but also ran back happily.

"My lord's horse was fed by me since childhood." Seeing this, Hei Qi was overjoyed, "Little lord, am I good?"

Xia Chaosheng has no time to talk to Hei Qi.

He stared at Mu Rugui who was getting closer without blinking, his eyes were blurred.

He thought he wouldn't cry.

I have watched it for 30 years, what is there to cry about?

But when his gaze fell on Mu Rugui's face, it was as if someone had punched him in the face, his nose and eyes were hot and sore.

That's right...the young Uncle Jiu has no gray hair on his temples, and no wrinkles on his face.

He was different from the rich and noble children in Shangjing, he didn't wear wide sleeves and long apron, but instead wore a dark and strong suit, with dark golden auspicious cloud pattern on the corner of his robe, like a sword drawn out of its sheath, chilling to the bone.

But his dark pupils are like black jade, looking gently at the person he thinks about.

Mu Rugui only glanced at Xia Chaosheng, then looked away.

The person wrapped in the red cloak was as bright as the spring peach in his memory, almost burning his eyes.

"Uncle Jiu." Xia Chaosheng sniffed and called in a muffled voice, "Why are you ignoring me?"

Mu Rugui's lips moved slightly, thinking of what Mu Ruqi said just now, his eyes darkened.

He knew what Xia Chaosheng wanted to say - nothing more than begging him to be fulfilled, or, begging him not to embarrass the crown prince.

That being the case...

Mu Rugui lowered his eyes: "If you want to marry into the East Palace, I will make it happen."

He would rather speak by himself than hear Xia Chaosheng's pleading.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, more tears welled up in Xia Chaosheng's eyes.

Mu Rugui was taken aback for a moment, and belatedly turned his face away.

He thought that Xia Chaosheng was frightened by the scar between his eyebrows, and then saw his hand covered with scars, and quickly retracted his fingers into the armhole.

Xia Chaosheng finally wiped away his tears, seeing this, his nose became sore again.

He was angry and sad, why did Uncle Jiu feel that he was afraid?

There is no better man in the world than Uncle Jiu.

But this situation was clearly not a good time to explain. Xia Chaosheng was so heartbroken, he kicked off the branches and climbed up the courtyard wall.

Hei Qi was taken aback, and tried to help him: "Young Master!"

Xia Chaosheng turned around following the sound, and gave him a fierce look, like a little fox losing his temper.

Hei Qi's arm froze in mid-air.He understood Xia Chaosheng's gaze - if you dare to help, I will kick you off the tree!

After Xia Chaosheng stared at Hei Qi, he went to stare at Mu Rugui again.

Mu Rugui didn't know what he wanted to do, so he looked over in a daze.

Xia Chaosheng hummed softly in his heart, narrowed his sparkling eyes, picked up the hem of his clothes, and jumped down without hesitation—just in time, he fell into Mu Rugui's arms again.

A cold breath rushed towards his face, he let out an "ouch" and covered his nose: "Uncle Nine."

Mu Rugui hugged him stiffly, hesitantly said: "Huh?"

"I bumped my nose." Xia Chaosheng lowered his head and curled up in Mu Rugui's arms, revealing his soft and fair neck, "Uncle Jiu, I'm in pain."

The hoarse voice was softer than a feather, and it quietly landed on the tip of Mu Rugui's heart.

Mu Rugui raised his hand clumsily, trying to touch Xia Chaosheng's nose with his fingertips, but seeing that his fingers were covered with bumps and scars, he used the back of his hand, which was barely flat, to stick it carefully on his face.

The skin is like fat, and the skin is like snow.

Mu Rugui's heart was beating like a drum, greedy for that trace of warmth, and was reluctant to withdraw his hand, so when Xia Chaosheng raised his head, he found his own shadow in Uncle Jiu's eyes unexpectedly.

Xia Chaosheng rolled his eyes, tilted his head slightly, pulled his pale fingers out of his hands, and spread them out to Mu Rugui, "Here."

He smiled and begged for Ye Mingzhu.

Mu Rugui's eyes flickered slightly, not daring to look directly into Xia Chaosheng's eyes.

It was the Ye Mingzhu that Xia Chaosheng personally gave him, even if he made up his mind to let it go, he would not be willing to return it.

"Uncle Nine?" How could Xia Chaosheng guess what Mu Rugui was thinking?He deliberately leaned over and said seriously, "My Ye Mingzhu."

Mu Rugui couldn't avoid it, so he lied for the first time in his life: "Today... I didn't bring it with me today."

"Oh." Xia Chaosheng put his hand back into his pocket, looking like he didn't believe it, nor did he look like he didn't believe it.

He was a little fox, sitting on horseback, thinking of bad ideas calmly.

As if Mu Rugui was facing a formidable enemy, his arms around Xia Chaosheng trembled unnaturally.

That luminous pearl was actually in his armband, and it never left his body.

It won't... be discovered, right?

The silence seemed to last as long as a lifetime, Xia Chaosheng finally opened his mouth and asked another matter: "Uncle Jiu, are you going to Mount Li?"

Mu Rugui pursed his lips, did not hide anything, and even secretly breathed a sigh of relief after hearing that he would not continue to pursue Ye Mingzhu: "Yes."

"I'm going too." Xia Chaosheng said lightly, bringing up Mu Rugui's secretly relaxed heart again.

Mu Rugui raised his eyes in surprise, and looked into those autumn eyes, and the refusal turned into a sigh.

"……it is good."

He simply could not refuse.

"Okay... What a fart!" Zhen Guohou slapped down, and there was a handprint on the desk in an instant.

Xia Chaosheng raised his eyebrows, and said slowly, "Father, calm down."

"Oh, your mother isn't here, don't play tricks on me!" Xia Rongshan didn't appreciate it, and continued to destroy the book case with his palm, "Son, my father doesn't let you go out, it's not because I want to lock you up in the Marquis Mansion for a lifetime. My father is worried about you!"

Xia Rongshan just found it ridiculous: "You said you want to go to Mount Li, but with your current body, can you ride a horse?"

"...Do you know how far Lishan is from Shangjing?"

"...You, you, you, you are just messing around!"

Xia Chaosheng held a cup of hot tea in his hand, and nodded without changing his expression: "Father's words are absolutely true. I can't ride a horse, but the Houfu has a carriage... This trip to Lishan will only take three or four days, and my child can bear it."

"Hold up...you can't bear it!" Xia Rongshan couldn't bear it anymore, the book case that had long been out of shape was overwhelmed, and it cracked open with a "click".

Xia Rongshan returned to Qi, and his reason was still there. He threw the book case aside and asked nervously: "Did you hear that His Royal Highness is going to Lishan, so you want to go with him?"

Xia Chaosheng coughed again and again, then shook his head firmly.

Xia Rongshan didn't believe it, he thought he had glimpsed the truth, and roared angrily: "You are a fool as a father?"

"A few days ago, when you said you were willing to marry into the Prince's Mansion, your father could tell...you only nodded for the sake of the Marquis' Mansion!"

"But Shenger, where does the Zhen Guohou Mansion need you to sacrifice?"

"No, Father, I didn't..."

"You don't?" Xia Rongshan was heartbroken, and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeves, "There is no one who knows a son like a father! How can a father not know your good intentions?"

"...You will be enlightened after sleeping, let go of the prince's nonsense, and tell your mother!"

Thousands of words converged on Xia Chaosheng's mouth, and in the end, Xia Rongshan's tears turned into a wry smile.

He broke down and nodded: "Father said so."

"My son... my son is so filial!" Hearing this, Zhen Guohou cried even more fiercely.