Reborn as a King in the Hand

There is warm porridge and a plate of vegetarian cakes in the food box.

Light and delicate, it takes a lot of thought at first glance.

"Young Lord, don't look at this as just a bowl of porridge." Hei Qi chewed the oily quail and sighed, "My lord, remember to bring new rice when you go to Lishan, just to make porridge for you... There is this vegetarian cake, which is made by the most famous Xuantian Temple outside the capital, it is just such a small plate, I will have to wait for two hours if I go with the prince's badge!"

The carriage was filled with Hei Qi's noisy chatter.

Xia Chaosheng held the bowl, took a sip, the hot porridge entered his stomach, and his whole body felt comfortable.

"Small……"

"Young Master!" Hong Wu jumped into the carriage at some point, holding Hei Qi's ear, and said angrily, "I made a mistake, I let you listen to the nonsense of this stupid thing, my subordinate Just kick him out of the car and give you back your cleansing!"

Hei Qi covered his ears and hid aside: "Young Master called me here, Hong Wu, are you losing your temper without thinking?"

Hong Wu didn't bother to argue with him, knelt down in front of Xia Chaosheng, and said respectfully: "Young Lord, there is news from the front that the prince is back."

Hearing this, Xia Chaosheng hurriedly opened the window, and a black cloud-like team was galloping towards him in the distance.

Sure enough, Mu Rugui is back.

The travel-stained Mu Rugui came straight to Xia Chaosheng's carriage, saw that Hong Wu and Hei Qi were there, and took the time to look at the attendants.

Looking at it, I really saw something unusual - the corner of Hei Qi's mouth was actually greasy.

"My lord?" Hei Qi sensed Mu Rugui's gaze, wiped his mouth involuntarily, and then took the initiative to admit his mistake, "Your lord, this subordinate knows it's wrong...but the young master let me get into the carriage on his own initiative!"

Mu Rugui turned his head suddenly, his cold eyes began to cut Hei Qi's body.

"No... no, my lord, please listen to my explanation..." Hei Qi became more impatient and stammered, "Little Marquis just gave my subordinate a dish...it was quite delicious, not...the subordinate's meaning yes……"

"He put you in the carriage?"

"Yes, it is."

"He gave you a dish?"

"Yes, it is."

When Hei Qi answered once, Mu Rugui's expression became more gloomy.

Hei Qi weeps with a sad face, hoping that Hong Wu can save him from the siege, but who knows, Hong Wu's matter has nothing to do with him, and he has slipped away long ago.He could only think of a way by himself, trying his best to divert Mu Rugui's attention: "My lord, the young master likes the meals you prepared very much, and he used a lot!"

This is surprisingly useful.

Mu Rugui narrowed his eyes: "Really?"

Hong Wu slipped back again and interjected at the right time: "When my subordinate was just looking for Hei Qi, he took a quick glance and thought that the little duke came in very well."

The coldness in Mu Rugui's eyes gradually faded away.

"My lord, are you going to see the young master?" Hong Wu struck while the iron was hot.

Hei Qi also echoed: "My lord, the young master is looking for you."

"Looking for me?" A trace of surprise flashed across Mu Rugui's face, and he couldn't help turning around to look at the carriage.

The sky and the earth are long, the north wind is howling, and the words he heard in the carriage of King Liang rang in his ears, and he suddenly returned to the cruel world.

He won't look for me.

Mu Rugui thought to himself, even if Xia Chaosheng came to me, it was because of the prince.

Half a day ago, Mu Rugui received an urgent call and led a group of black-armored cavalry to catch up with King Liang's guard of honor.

Six fine horses were pulling King Liang's chariot. When Mu Rugui arrived, the carriage had already stopped, and hearty laughter came from inside the carriage.

Zhong Zhong, the head of the internal guard, shouted in a high-pitched voice, "Your Majesty, the Ninth Prince is here."

There was a moment of silence in the car, and then there was King Liang's roar: "You stupid thing, brother Jiu's legs are inconvenient, why don't you come in quickly?"

After a while, Chang Zhong pushed open the door of the carriage and lay down on the ground with an apologetic smile: "Lord Ninth, step on the servant's shoulders to get into the carriage."

There were small laughter in private.

Mu Rugui, the Ninth Prince of Daliang, fought on the battlefield with no disadvantages.

But he was also a cripple who couldn't even climb a carriage.

Mu Rugui lowered his eyes, staring indifferently at the eunuch prostrated by the side of the carriage, with a mocking sneer in his eyes: "Thank you."

He picked up the hem of his clothes, his riding boots rolled over Chang Zhong's shoulder, and amidst the inner warden's cry of pain, he dodged and got into the carriage.

In the dragon chariot was not only Liang Wang, but also the crown prince and fifth prince sitting face to face.

The moment Mu Rugui got into the carriage, the small tea stove boiled.

"Uncle Nine Emperors." Mu Ruqi and Mu Ruxu spoke at the same time.

"Ninth Brother, come and sit beside me." Liang Wang cheerfully waved his hands, "It's not a big deal for me to call you here, but I just have some homely things to tell you."

Mu Rugui knelt and sat opposite Liang Wang, motionless, like a stone that would not be softened by wind and rain.

Liang Wang took it for granted: "Ninth Brother, how old I am older than you, I can be regarded as your elder. Now that I have made a decree to bestow marriage, no matter whether you want to marry the son of Zhen Guohou, you must treat him kindly. How can you ...how could he be thrown into the carriage?"

The fifth prince laughed "good-naturedly": "Uncle Nine Emperors is the one who is going to get married, why don't you ask the elder brother of the prince for advice on how to hurt others?"

This remark is heartbreaking.

Everyone knows that Xia Chaosheng, the young master of Zhen Guohou's mansion, knelt down for half his life in front of the Golden Luan Hall in order to marry into the East Palace, but the fifth prince just flirtatiously joked with Mu Rugui in front of the Crown Prince of the East Palace.

Mu Ruqi pretended to be sad and did not answer.

"Bastard!" Liang Wang lowered his face first, and smashed the teacup in his hand at the fifth prince Mu Ruxu, "Dignified prince, the others have not learned, but have learned to tell stories... Get back to your carriage and go to the Lishan paddock. See you again!"

Mu Ruxu turned pale with shock: "Father..."

"Father and Uncle Nine Emperors must have something to say, and I will leave first." Mu Ruqi interrupted the fifth prince, got up and saluted, and then jumped off the dragon chariot under King Liang's satisfied gaze.

No matter how much Mu Ruxu wanted to say, seeing this, he could only follow closely.

The dragon chariot was suddenly empty, and the mist from the tea stove blurred the expressions of King Liang and Mu Rugui.

Silence lasted until the water boiled again.

"Ninth brother..." Liang Wang sighed helplessly like an ordinary loving father in the world, "My emperor's sons have such a temper, so don't get angry with them."

Mu Rugui said indifferently: "My brother won't know."

"It's fine if you don't." Liang Wang was very pleased, "Before, you refused to accept my imperial decree of marriage, probably because you were concerned about the prince...If that's the case, I will give you an accurate word!"

"He is my prince, and you are my own younger brother. I will not ruin your marriage because of him!"

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King Liang spoke so dryly that he picked up the tea bowl and drank it all in one gulp. On the other hand, Mu Rugui didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, and his expression didn't change at all.

King Liang was upset, and it happened that Chang Zhong was outside the dragon chariot and sang loudly: "Your Majesty, Xia Rongshan, the Marquis of Zhen Guo, begs to see you!"

"Invite him in now."

"Your brother will leave." Mu Rugui simply stood up and saluted.

When he jumped off the carriage, he passed Xia Rongshan.

Xia Rongshan had a stinky face, probably heard about his precious son being thrown into the carriage by the Ninth Prince, he snorted heavily, stepped on Chang Zhong's shoulder, and got into the carriage.

Mu Rugui stood silently for a long time, looked away, and when he got on his horse, he was stopped by a young eunuch: "Lord Ninth, His Royal Highness, the Crown Prince asked the servant to come and have a word with you."

"What's the matter?" Mu Rugui kicked the crotch of the steed, listening to its irritated neighing, the patience in his heart was gradually fading.

The little eunuch took a step forward and said with a smile: "The Ninth Prince calm down, His Royal Highness just wanted to thank you for taking care of the little duke all the way. The big wedding in the future will definitely not miss a glass of wedding wine for you."

The cold wind howled, and scattered snowflakes fell one after another.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise from the dragon chariot.

I don't know what King Liang said, but Xia Rongshan wailed in the carriage: "Your Majesty, there is only one son under my knees...he is dying soon, and I don't want to live anymore!"

King Liang's eyes were staring at Xia Rongshan's howling.

He was not surprised that Xia Rongshan could get news of Xia Chaosheng.

That's his own son, and he's seriously ill. Can you worry about putting eyeliner on him?

Besides, it was only at this time that he learned the news that the Hou Fu's eyeliner was nothing more than that, even the Jin Wuwei's carrier pigeons, so Liang Wang felt more at ease.

Liang Wang is annoying.

A dumb Mu Rugui is enough to give him a headache. Now, there is another Zhen Guohou who loves his son Ruming and is going to return to the west with his son in the next second. Whoever he replaces will not bother him?

But Zhen Guohou didn't mention Mu Rugui at all, he only said that his son was seriously ill and he was not in front of his eyes. If this continues, he will fall ill with worry.

King Liang didn't believe Xia Rongshan's nonsense, so he could only comfort him perfunctorily.

Xia Rongshan made up his mind to mess around, how could it be so easy to get rid of?

So there were wailing or wailing from time to time in the dragon chariot, like a farce.

It was in such a farce that Mu Rugui came back disheartened.

"Ninth Uncle?"

The window of the carriage was pushed open with great effort, revealing a slightly flushed face surrounded by snow-white blankets.

Xia Chaosheng vaguely heard Mu Rugui's voice.

He sat in the car looking forward and looking forward, and finally couldn't wait, and took the initiative to open the window.

Mu Rugui, who was wearing a strong black suit with four-clawed golden python dark patterns, sat on the back of a horse, with a straight waist, like a green pine in the mountains.

"My lord, go quickly." Seeing that her lord became dazed again, Hong Wu gritted her teeth and patted the horse's ass.

The battle-tested horse immediately took small steps and sent Mu Rugui to the carriage.

"Uncle Nine." Xia Chaosheng knelt on the fox fur blanket, opened the door curtain, didn't speak, only coughed.

Xia Chaosheng behaved himself.

Mu Rugui is a boring gourd. If he doesn't want to say what is on his mind, no one can pry his mouth open.

So he leaned against the door, coughing sadly: "Uncle Jiu, I'm cold."

As expected, Mu Rugui was fooled, jumped into the carriage, wrapped one hand around Xia Chaosheng's waist, and wrapped him in a blanket into a long strip.

Xia Chaosheng continued to cough, and while coughing, he said to Xia Hua who was huddled in the corner, watching his nose, nose, nose, and heart, "Give me...give me some charcoal for my hand stove."

"Young maidservant is going now." Xia Hua responded, got out of the carriage hesitantly, put down the door curtain, and saw Xia Chaosheng blinking at her, her eyebrows twitched fiercely.

"Sister Xia Hua, this is..." Hei Qi looked at the carriage eagerly, "What's wrong?"

"Young Master thinks it's cold, so ask the prince to look at the charcoal fire in the carriage." Xia Hua grabbed Hei Qi who was poking his head, and stuffed the hand stove over, "Quick, the prince asked you to change the charcoal fire in the hand stove... Remember, If you want silver silk charcoal, you must not smoke the young master!"

Hei Qi didn't doubt that he was there, and walked away cheerfully holding the stove.

Xia Hua waited for him to walk away, and quickly glanced at Hong Wu.

Hong Wu immediately raised his hand and gestured to the surroundings, and the guards around the carriage dispersed like a tide.

In the quiet carriage, apart from Xia Zhaosheng's coughing, it was Mu Rugui's breathing that was deliberately lightened to the point where it was almost inaudible.

Mu Rugui's hand was still around his waist, unwilling to let go and not daring to let go.

Xia Zhaosheng coughed so badly that there was thin water vapor in his long and narrow fox eyes.

He was lying in his arms, trembling constantly, as if he wanted to cough out his heart, liver, spleen and lungs in one go, with a loud and heart-piercing sound.

"Uncle Jiu..." Xia Chaosheng wanted to speak, but his slender fingers grabbed Mu Rugui's sleeve.

Mu Rugui's expression was serious, and his eyes fell on the opened food box in the carriage—it looked exquisite, and it was Donggong's handwriting at first glance.

His rationality wandered back and forth in sobriety and confusion, and was finally brought back to reality by the food box.

Sure enough, Xia Chaosheng only had the prince in his heart.

The meal he prepared was eaten by Hei Qi, right?

Mu Rugui's heart seemed to be gripped by an invisible big hand, the pain and numbness came long after, and Xia Rongshan's cold snort, the fifth prince's sneer, and Mu Ruqi's "kindness" exhortations came to his ears again.

——Uncle Nine Emperors, thank you for taking care of Chaosheng for me...

Mu Rugui suddenly felt hot, and gently pushed Xia Chaosheng away.

"You want to see the prince?" He turned into a heavy mountain, covering all the twilight, with a dry voice, "Hurry up and catch up with his guard of honor tomorrow."

"I don't..." Xia Chaosheng was taken aback, reaching out to grab Mu Rugui's sleeve again.

Mu Rugui jumped out of the carriage hastily, for fear that he would show any reluctance.

Red five and black seven follow closely behind.

"My lord." Hong Wu frowned, but what he said was not about Xia Chaosheng, "Bai Liu is back."

Bai Liu is the dark thread that Mu Rugui placed beside Mu Ruqi.

In the early years, Mu Rugui's heart was attached to Xia Chaosheng, and because Xia Chaosheng only had Mu Ruqi in his eyes, he sent a secret agent to secretly investigate the prince's character, thinking that if the prince's conduct was not good, he would pay all the price to get Xia Chaosheng back.

But Mu Rugui respected the virtuous and corporal as expected, he was upright and prudent, and was praised by the world. Later, he was canonized as the prince, who was in charge of the East Palace. Seeing that he was a good man, Mu Rugui completely gave up.

People agree with each other, why should he join in the fun?

Because Mu Rugui had never done anything out of the ordinary, Bai Liu would not appear by Mu Rugui's side several times throughout the year, but now that he suddenly found him, not only Hong Wu felt strange, but Mu Rugui also felt strange.

"What's the matter?" Mu Rugui frowned.

"Bai Liu has a message saying...that His Royal Highness has indulged himself in the past month, and there are even a few dancers in the procession of honor going to Mount Li."

When Mu Rugui heard this, his pupils shrank suddenly, and then he turned his head to look at the carriage where Xia Chaosheng was.

Ripples appeared in his dead heart again.