Reborn as a King in the Hand

Xia Chaosheng let his father pretend to cry, and picked up the teacup on his own, with a look of regret in his eyes: "I have to go."

He sighed: "Before, I asked my father, the crown prince and the fifth prince, which side my father would stand on."

"...At that time, my father chose the middle, which meant that he was alone."

"... But as long as His Majesty is suspicious of the Hou Mansion, being alone will become self-deception."

"Son, you mean..."

"The day before yesterday, Your Majesty secretly summoned an imperial physician to inquire about my condition." Xia Chaosheng put down the teacup in his hand, and said softly, "I guess, it must be my father's performance in the court that aroused His Majesty's suspicion."

Xia Rongshan's eyes froze: "Your Majesty suspects you of pretending to be sick?"

"More than that." Xia Chaosheng pursed his lips and shook his head, "I'm afraid His Majesty will be suspicious of other things soon..."

For example, the loyalty of the Hou Mansion.

The cold wind howled outside the window, and Xia Rongshan inside the window slowly put down his sleeves wet with tears.

His hoarse voice was mixed with Beifeng: "Birth, as a father, I do know that Your Majesty has another purpose in bestowing the marriage, but it is really shocking to say that a marriage will bring disaster to the whole family of the Marquis."

"Father, can't you see it?" Xia Chaosheng frowned and retorted, "Your Majesty actually doesn't care who I will marry in the end, he just wants to suppress the Houfu and Wangfu by bestowing marriages."

Who in the world doesn't know that the young master of Zhen Guohou's mansion and the crown prince are in love with each other?

The so-called gift of marriage was a trap set by King Liang, and both the Hou's Mansion and the Wang's Mansion were his prey.

"Birth..." Xia Rongshan pondered for a moment, then slowly shook his head, "King Liang will definitely not be like this."

As a subject, the idea of ​​loyalty to the emperor has long been engraved in his blood.

Even if Xia Chaosheng put the evidence in front of Xia Rongshan, his father would not believe it for a while.

Xia Chaosheng was not surprised by Xia Rongshan's reaction, and he didn't expect to change his father's mind with a few words. He had his own plan: "Whether father believes it or not, when I go to court tomorrow, please tell Your Majesty that I want to go to Mount Li .”

"...You must let His Majesty feel that I still care about the crown prince, disregarding my illness, and messing around."

Xia Rongshan had no choice but to agree, and then waved his hand to drive him away: "Father, just listen to you."

"Thank you, dad." Xia Chaosheng's goal was achieved, and he turned around with a smile. Before leaving, he suddenly heard a long sigh from behind.

"Son, who do you want to marry?"

He stopped and raised his head little by little.

A few cold stars twinkle in the sky, and warm lights flicker in the corridor.

He saw Xia Hua breathing into her palm with a lantern in her hand, and the fragrance of plum blossoms filled the night wind.

"Father, I want to go to the palace." Xia Chaosheng smiled softly, a blush crept up his cheeks.

Although his voice was soft, his tone was extremely firm.

He wants to marry Mu Rugui.

"Young master?" Xia Hua heard the voice and walked over following the sound.

"Let's go." Xia Chaosheng withdrew his thoughts, picked up the cold hand stove, "It's time to go back and pack your luggage."

Xia Hua paused slightly: "Are you really going to Mount Li?"

"Can't you?" He imitated Xia Hua's previous appearance, breathed on his fingertips, and a small cloud of water mist formed at the corner of his lips.

"It's not impossible... I just don't understand, the little Hou Ye wants to go to Lishan, just tell the Hou Ye, why did you specifically tell the Ninth Prince?"

Xia Chaosheng raised the corners of his lips: "Tell my dad because I want to remind him that His Majesty has already become suspicious of the Hou Mansion. Unless His Majesty believes that I am still the one who can give up my life in order to marry the crown prince, and insist on going to Li The Hou Mansion will be safe only if you are a fool in the mountains."

"As for why you told Uncle Jiu..." He stopped abruptly, half of his face buried in his fluffy collar, "The reason is still the same."

"Your Majesty is not only suspicious of the Hou Mansion, but also the Ninth Uncle."

"Xia Hua, guess what, Your Majesty wants me to marry into the East Palace now, or the Ninth Prince?"

"Slaves...don't know."

Xia Chaosheng shrugged disapprovingly: "I don't know either...but I know that if His Majesty is more afraid of the Marquis Mansion, he will naturally hope that I will continue to resist the marriage. In this way, he will have a reason to belittle my father. On the contrary, if Your Majesty is more afraid of the nine The prince, he will want me to marry into the palace. In this way, the person who restrains the palace will change from His Majesty to the Hou's Palace."

"I'm just a chess piece, a chess piece that His Majesty uses to check and balance the Houfu and the prince."

"No matter who he wants me to marry, as long as the Hou's Mansion and the Wang's Mansion can continue to fight against each other, His Majesty will be happy to see it succeed."

Xia Hua couldn't bear it: "Young Master..."

"Don't comfort me." Xia Chaosheng turned his head, two scarlet fires rose in the fox's eyes: "Your Majesty wants to use me, and for me, it is a happy event."

"My lord, what do you mean by that?"

"Your Majesty only cares about checks and balances, but he didn't expect the two to work together." He snorted softly, "How can I say it's not a happy event for me?"

In the twilight of the morning, Chang Zhong pushed open the door of the Jinluan Hall.

He directed the little eunuch to neatly stack the half-person-high memorial on the dragon case.

"Hurry up, don't dawdle." Chang Zhong's thin voice echoed in the empty hall, "Be careful, if you break the memorial, I will peel your skin!"

The little eunuch staggered and leaned against the dragon case, and the memorials piled up on the case also swayed slightly with his movements.

The little eunuch's heart rose to his throat, but the memorial on the top fell to the ground with a "click" as if he was against him.

Chang Zhong's eyes were like lightning, he bent down to pick up the memorial, and swallowed the curse that came to his mouth—it was the notebook handed over by Zhen Guohou.

After a stick of incense.

King Liang, who had no time to put on the dragon robe, put his arms around the delicate concubine, and laughed heartily: "Okay, okay! I overestimated Zhen Guohou and wasted time questioning the imperial physician for a long time... His precious son is getting sick quickly I died, but I still want to go to Lishan to follow His Highness the Crown Prince... that's really good!"

Chang Zhong knelt in front of the couch and put on boots for King Liang: "Your Majesty, I have already said that Marquis Zhen Guo is a reckless man. How can he plot against His Majesty?"

"Hmph, it's just your thinking." Liang Wang sneered and shook his head, "No matter how reckless Xia Rongshan is, he is also a reckless man with a heavy army in his hands."

"Your Majesty, will you allow Zhen Guohou to take his son to Mount Li?"

"Of course I will." Liang Wang squinted at Chang Zhong, raised his finger to signal him to approach, "Not only did I agree, but I also gave him a special favor... When going to Lishan, Xia Rongshan will accompany you as usual. Let my guard of honor go forward together, and his sick son will be escorted by the black armored cavalry with his female relatives."

"Your Majesty is wise!" Chang Zhong laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten up, "What a good idea!"

"Of course it's a good idea." Liang Wangzhi was full of pride, "Xia Rongshan's precious son will see my ninth brother, I'm afraid he will be angry to death!"

"It's not bad to be angry. After the Zhen Guohou's mansion is destroyed, I won't have to do it myself... It's okay if he doesn't die. He wants to marry the prince so much, but he faces my ninth younger brother day and night. He can't bear to continue. A day of anti-marriage in front of me."

"I don't need to do anything, just wait for the good news!"

"That's right, Your Majesty doesn't need to do anything." Chang Zhong flatteringly agreed, "Let the Zhen Guohou Mansion go about it on its own... It's just that the East Palace will not be happy to hear His Majesty's will."

King Liang disagreed: "East Palace? That's my prince. He will marry whoever I want him to marry."

"...Besides, do you think he will be angry when he hears my order to let the black armored cavalry escort Xia Chaosheng? I tell you, it's too late for the crown prince to be happy!"

Mu Ruqi was indeed as King Liang had expected. After learning that Xia Chaosheng had to go to Lishan Mountain and was escorted by Xuanjia cavalry, he laughed so hard that he smashed the teacup in his hand.

"Your Highness?" The guard kneeling at his feet didn't know why.

"My father-in-law doesn't know that the person I hate the most in my life is my tasteless Uncle Nine Emperors..." Mu Ruqi wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and took out a piece of silver to give to the eunuch, "Royal Father This decree made clearly seems to match the two of them, but in fact, it is to create obstacles for them!"

To be more exaggerated, he directly pushed Xia Chaosheng into his arms.

When Mu Ruqi was first reborn, he worried for a long time, fearing that he would not be able to welcome Xia Chaosheng into the East Palace in this life, but now he is completely relieved - compared with Mu Rugui, he won without doing anything.

Who told him to be the real dragon emperor?

This is what it feels like to manipulate fate!

Whether it is the throne or the person who wants to get it, for him, it is a plaything at his fingertips!

"I'm so happy, I'll reward you!" Mu Ruqi excitedly threw the entire money bag into the eunuch's arms.

Holding the money bag in his hand, the inner servant was very grateful, fearing that Mu Rushou would repent, so he took small steps and quickly retreated outside the hall.

Mu Ruqi had finished spreading the money, and the lingering excitement continued. He pulled his cronies standing aside and asked enthusiastically, "How did the father come up with the idea of ​​letting Uncle Nine Emperors escort Chaosheng to Mount Li?"

"Returning to His Royal Highness, His Majesty read the memorial of Zhen Guohou and immediately had such an idea."

"Then I really want to thank Zhen Guohou." Mu Ruqi clapped his hands, "Without his memorial, Mu Rugui might not be able to see Xia Chaosheng, right?"

Before he finished speaking, he laughed again.

Mu Ruqi remembers it better than anyone else. In his previous life, Mu Rugui knew that Xia Chaosheng was not willing to marry into the palace, and on the wedding day, Mu Rugui sent a bridal sedan chair to the Hou's mansion.

With ten miles of red makeup and 180 dowry gifts, Xia Chaosheng didn't even look at it, and turned his head to get on the sedan chair in the East Palace.

"Come, serve wine!" Mu Ruqi seemed to see Mu Rugui standing lonely by the sedan chair again, completely forgetting that not long ago, he was frightened by Uncle Jiuhuang's war horse and couldn't stand still, and shouted, "Great joy, What a joyful event!"

The cronies came up and flattered: "Congratulations to His Royal Highness, congratulations to His Royal Highness!"

"What do you know?" Mu Ruqi said to himself, "Seeing Mu Rugui being rejected by Xia Chaosheng twice is a real joy."

Some are happy and some are sad.

Since Xia Chaosheng got the permission from the King of Liang, he honestly prepared his luggage for Lishan at home. During this time, he entrusted Hei Qi to pass on the message many times, but Mu Rugui never appeared under the wall of the Hou Mansion again.

Hei Qi repeated Mu Rugui's words sternly: "The lord said, if the young lord wants to recover as soon as possible, he should stop climbing the wall."

The clever attendant imitated the blunt tone of the Ninth Prince so vividly that even Qiu Chan and Xia Hua who were standing aside couldn't hold back their joy.

Sitting on the couch, Xia Chaosheng muttered sullenly, "Where's my Ye Mingzhu?"

If you don't invite me well, you have to come to return something, right?

"Oh." Upon hearing this, Hei Qi took out an exquisite wooden box from the armhole, "Young Lord, this is what the prince asked me to give you."

Xia Zhaosheng took the wooden box, opened it and glanced at it, and was immediately amused—the inside was filled with all kinds of pearls, big and small.

"What do you princes mean?" He threw the wooden box back into Hei Qi's hands, "I want him to return my Ye Mingzhu with his own hands."

Xia Chaosheng dragged his voice, and deliberately pronounced the word "hands-on" with the meaning of gnashing his teeth.

"What night pearl?" Hei Qi pretended to be confused, pretending to understand, "The subordinates don't know."

In fact, in the entire palace, who doesn't know that the prince has obtained a precious night pearl, which he carries with him all day long, and can be played with whenever he has nothing to do?

Don't touch it, just take a look at it, it won't work.

"You really don't know?" Xia Chaosheng couldn't do anything about Hei Qi, he huddled on the bed angrily, and was still angry when Mu Rugui came to the Hou's mansion.

On the third day of November, it is advisable to travel.

In front of the gate of Hou's Mansion, there is a dense mass of darkness, all of them are black armored cavalry.

Hei Qi strolled out ahead of time, and whispered into Hong Wu's ear: "Those who are well-informed know that our lord is here to pick up the little Marquis to go to Lishan; those who are not well-informed may think that our lord is here to search the house of the Marquis! "

Just as he was talking, Xia Chaosheng held Xia Hua's hand and walked out of the mansion slowly.

He was still wrapped in a fiery red cloak, and when the wind blew, it seemed like a peach blossom falling from a branch, slowly falling into the dark clouds.

Dazzling light flows on the Xuanjia.

Xia Chaosheng narrowed his eyes and searched hard for Mu Rugui.

Mu Rugui was also looking at him.

There is a subtle distance between them, like a temptation and a saw.

Xia Chaosheng endured and endured, unable to hold back, he shook off Xia Hua, moved over slowly, and asked in a soft voice, "Where's my Ye Mingzhu?"

Mu Rugui's fingers slipped quietly into the hem of his clothes, and he answered the irrelevant question: "The carriage is ready."

Xia Chaosheng's eyes widened: "Huh?"

"I'll help you." Without waiting for Xia Chaosheng's reaction, Mu Rugui reached out to grab Xia Chaosheng's waist and lifted him up.

As soon as he flew into the air, Xia Chaosheng instinctively grasped the knuckle hand at his waist.

The warm touch turned into a spring breeze, blowing into Mu Rugui's heart.

Mu Rugui paused, and stiffly carried him into the carriage.

"Hand stove, blanket." Mu Rugui didn't dare to look at Xia Chaosheng, he piled up the prepared things in front of him in embarrassment, and then directly closed the thick curtain of the carriage without giving him any time to react.

Without eye contact, Mu Rugui stood in front of the carriage and gradually regained his composure.

"If it's cold, call me." When he spoke, his eyes were fixed on the hand that touched Xia Chaosheng's waist, and the bases of his ears turned red belatedly.

He thought: Chaosheng's waist is so soft and slender.