Reborn as a King in the Hand

The brazier that had been prepared earlier was burning in the carriage, and it was as warm as spring.

Xia Chaosheng lay on the snow-white fox fur blanket, and with a lot of effort, he untied the cloak wrapped around him with difficulty.

Suddenly there was an unknown shout from outside the carriage, and then, the carriage shook slightly with the chaotic sound of horseshoes, and Mu Rugui's black armored cavalry had already started to move forward.

Xia Chaosheng rushed to the door curtain and opened the curtain a crack, he was secretly relieved to see that Xia Hua and Qiu Chan were following well in the team.

"Young Master." Xia Hua had practiced kung fu, jumped into the carriage, "Are you okay?"

Xia Chaosheng was carried into the carriage by Mu Rugui's waist.

However, the way Mu Rugui hugged him was unusual. To outsiders, Xia Chaosheng seemed more like being "thrown" into a carriage.

"Your servant was very worried just now." Xia Hua sat on her knees in the carriage, glanced roughly, and saw that the interior of the carriage was simple and clean, with a complete heater, and gradually felt at ease, "Young Master is not in good health. , and there is no need to..."

She shook her head secretly, her gaze fell on the stove, her expression relaxed a little.

The Ninth Prince acted recklessly, but the arrangements in the carriage were meticulous. It was obvious that they had been arranged deliberately, so it was considered intentional.

"Young Lord, are you injured?" Xia Hua's thoughts turned and turned, and she looked at Xia Chaosheng's expression calmly, making sure that he was not frightened, and she was completely relieved, "Ninth Prince, don't you?" I threw you into the carriage without making a sound, and I don’t know how to spread it outside.”

"How else can I pass it on? It's just that my relationship with Uncle Jiu is not good." Xia Chaosheng smiled indifferently, leaning on a soft cushion, flipping the hand stove in his hand boredly, "I can't say that the Hou's Mansion and the Wang's Mansion Are you going to fight?"

Xia Hua laughed along with him, and then whispered: "Young Lord, didn't you want to see the prince a few days ago, did you say you had something to say? Today is a good opportunity, don't miss it."

"Still talking." Xia Chaosheng shook his head angrily, coughed a few times in a low voice, frowned slightly, and asked abruptly, "Am I ugly?"

"Why did the young master say that?" Xia Hua turned pale with shock, straightened her back, and after repeatedly confirming that Xia Chaosheng was not joking, said angrily, "Even when he is ill, the young master's appearance is beyond the reach of others. , the Ninth Prince thinks you look sick, so that's why he doesn't want to be alone with you?"

"If it's such a simple reason, I don't have to worry about it." Xia Chaosheng sighed resentfully, "He didn't even look at me, he carried me into the carriage and left... It doesn't mean that I'm ugly, what is it?"

"My lord... Maybe there is something urgent?"

"When the servant just jumped into the carriage, he saw the prince galloping towards the front of the team. At that time, he wondered if His Majesty had given him some important task, so the prince was in such a hurry."

"Really?" Xia Chaosheng was dubious.

Xia Hua moved her fingers nimbly, and beat Xia Chaosheng's leg: "Of course it's true, young master, if you find other reasons, the slaves will still believe it, but if you talk about appearance... unless the Ninth Prince is blind, how could it be so?" Think you're ugly?"

"If you are really worried, the servant will call Hong Wu into the carriage later, and you can just ask yourself."

Red five is more stable than black seven, and won't run the train with his mouth full. Xia Chaosheng leaned on the cushion, squinted his eyes and dozed off, which was a tacit consent.

Soon, Hong Wu was called into the carriage by Xia Hua.

The carriage that Xia Chaosheng was riding in was a relic bestowed to Mu Rugui's birth mother by the late emperor. Needless to say, the interior is spacious and tidy. The most exquisite design is actually on the wheels. Countless skilled craftsmen spent half a year to make this kind of traveling in the carriage. , the vibration design is hardly felt.

After the late emperor passed away, this carriage was sealed up in the warehouse by the concubine Xian, who was Mu Rugui's biological mother.

After many years, Mu Rugui found it out of the warehouse a few days ago.

Because... Xia Chaosheng said he wanted to go to Mount Li.

Mu Rugui also asked people to rush to make snow fox fur blankets. He was afraid that Xia Chaosheng would feel cold sitting in the carriage, so he sent people to buy silver charcoal, which was more expensive than gold, because this kind of charcoal burned without smoke.

In short, all the zeros and zeros in the carriage are all Mu Rugui's wishes.

Hong Wu originally thought that such a great opportunity to express his heart was in front of the prince, and the prince would be able to communicate with the young master by just mentioning it, but he didn't expect that his prince would directly take the young prince under the watchful eyes of everyone. He threw it into the carriage and slammed down the door curtain.

... Now, let alone being moved, the little duke is broad-minded if he doesn't die of anger!

"Young Master." Hong Wu knelt outside the carriage, distressed, "What do you need from your subordinates?"

Plain and slender fingers opened a gap in the heavy curtain, like the light shining through the clouds in the sky.

"Where did your lord go?"

Hong Wuzong was helpless, in front of Xia Chaosheng, he could only answer politely: "Your Majesty's ceremonial guard is about half a day faster than ours, and the prince has an important position, hurry up and rush to meet the saint."

"So it's like this..." Xia Chao was holding the hand stove sleepily, his face was as pale as snow, "Then wait for your lord to come back and tell him that I want to see him."

Hong Wu took the order to leave.

"Young Lord, is this servant's guess right?" Xia Hua continued to beat his legs.

"I'd rather you guess wrong." Xia Chaosheng thought of King Liang, and naturally he also thought of the embarrassing situation in the Hou Mansion, so he was in no mood to joke with Xia Hua again, "Do you think that there is no one placed by His Majesty in this so-called team full of relatives?" Eyeliner?"

"...The difference between the two teams was only half a day's journey away. Uncle Jiu threw me into the carriage with his front foot, and the news will be sent to His Majesty by flying pigeons."

"...Uncle Jiu is going to see His Majesty at this time, maybe he will be laughed at!"

"Little Marquis..."

"Forget it, I'll sleep for a while." Xia Chaosheng pressed the center of his brows annoyedly, and Xia Hua served him and lay down.

What annoys him even more is that Mu Rugui is avoiding him.

Because... that night pearl.