Reborn as a King in the Hand

There was a sudden silence outside the house, and soon, two weeping maids rushed in, knelt by the couch, and wailed at the top of their voices: "Young Master!"

Xia Chaosheng opened his mouth, imagining rubbing their heads as before, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, the tragic scene before their death appeared in his mind, and his arm fell slumped.

They all died tragically inside the palace walls because of him.

Qiu Chan didn't notice Xia Chaosheng's abnormality, and howled at the top of her voice: "Young Master, you scared the slaves to death!"

Xia Hua pulled her away without a trace, knelt down in front of the couch, and said respectfully: "Young Master, the medicine is ready."

Xia Chaosheng remained silent.

"Young Lord?" Qiu Chan approached anxiously, "You...are you thinking about His Royal Highness?"

Before she finished speaking, Xia Hua gave her a cold look.

Qiu Chan hurriedly covered her mouth, and knelt down in front of the couch, not daring to speak any more.

"Little Marquis, don't be in a hurry for the marriage. You drink the medicine first." Xia Hua put the medicine on the bedside, brought two soft pillows for Xia Chaosheng, and put them on the back of her waist thoughtfully.

Xia Chaosheng sat up with difficulty.

Xia Hua and Qiu Chan looked at his trembling arms, and their eyes were red at the same time.

Tiu Chan was young, afraid of being disrespectful in front of Xia Chaosheng, she saluted hastily, found an excuse to go outside the house to see the medicine furnace, and ran away covering her face.

"Young Master, don't worry, the pill that changes your physique...is only effective for one year." Xia Hua suppressed the soreness in her heart, held Xia Chaosheng's arm, and comforted her, "After this year, You can still ride a horse and shoot an arrow."

Xia Chaosheng was immersed in the memories, he said "um" casually, took the medicine that Xia Hua handed over, and the bitter concoction entered his mouth, before he came back to his senses: "This medicine..."

"Good medicine tastes bitter." Xia Hua stretched out her hand to press the edge of the medicine bowl, for fear that he would lose his temper, "Young Master, after drinking the medicine, your body will recover."

"...Healed up, the marriage with the crown prince..."

"Marriage with whom?" Xia Chaosheng frowned and drank the whole bowl of medicine, "Don't mention it again in the future."

Xia Hua was taken aback for a moment, she obviously didn't believe his words, she lowered her head in response: "Your maidservant knows."

Xia Hua said so, but her expression became more nervous.

Seeing this, Xia Chaosheng sighed silently.

It's no wonder that Xia Hua didn't trust him, it was really him in his previous life who tried his best to meet the prince in a tryst.

It was either an excuse to go to a temple outside the city to pray for blessings, or to go out over the wall in the middle of the night, and later, it developed to the point of hunger strike.

All these things have already frightened the people in the Hou Mansion.

Love is vigorous, but also... stupid.

Xia Chaosheng lowered his eyes mockingly, looked at the pale and blue fingertips, and slowly raised the corners of his lips.

After taking that kind of pill, his body would be useless, even if the effect of the medicine faded after a year, he would not be the Xia Chaosheng he was back then.

He can't ride a horse, can't draw a bow.

The young master of Zhen Guohou's mansion became a useless person trapped in the palace.

In the previous life, after Mu Ruqi separated from him, he would be forced to take pills every other year.

Xia Chaosheng knew that it was not that Mu Ruqi wanted a child.

He is just jealous.

Even if all the upper and lower parts of Zhen Guohou's mansion were beheaded at the Meridian Gate, he still feared him.

Xia Chaosheng gathered his fingers together and coughed hastily.

He didn't complain about the wrong timing of rebirth, he was already used to this broken body.

What's more, in the previous life, because of cultivating the fruits of the present life, being able to be reborn back to the present is already a pity from the heavens, even if it becomes a sick child, so what?

There are many things he can do.

First of all, the first thing is to get back the imperial decree that just died.

Xia Chaosheng lay back on the bed, grinding his molars.

After he committed suicide, he failed to find Huangquan Road or Naihe Bridge, and was forced to wear a cumbersome palace attire and follow Mu Rugui for 30 years.

He can't go anywhere, so he can only follow Mu Rugui, watching Uncle Jiuhuang exhaust all his mind and avenge him.

That taste... not good.

But Xia Chaosheng has nothing to do.

He is a solitary ghost, pitifully trapped in an inch of space, as if being wrapped around Mu Rugui by a chain.

Before his death, Xia Chaosheng had never been aware of Mu Rugui's love, but after his death, he felt it to the fullest.

At first, he was ashamed and indignant, pointing to Mu Rugui's nose and yelling at Mu Rugui, relying on himself as a ghost.

He said that he was Mu Ruqi's male queen, and it was disrespectful for Mu Rugui to carry him into the imperial mausoleum.

He said he called him Uncle Nine Emperors, how could he do such unethical, outrageous things...

He cursed and cursed, and suddenly felt that he was the most ridiculous person in the world.

"Birth!" Xia Chaosheng's thoughts were interrupted by a mournful call.

He reluctantly got up, and Mrs. Pei, who was dressed in plain clothes, had already fallen into the bed curtain.

Mrs. Pei was born in the Pei family of Qinghe, the first wife of Marquis Zhen Guo, and the biological mother of Xia Chaosheng.

Mrs. Pei held Xia Chaosheng's hand, trembling more than him: "Let mother see... let mother see quickly!"

She held Xia Chaosheng's face in her hands, stared at him with bloodshot eyes for a while, and suddenly burst into tears: "Do you know, you...you scared mother to death!"

"The imperial physician who came from the palace...the imperial physician said that you are not good enough, you need to... use longevity materials to celebrate..."

"Mother gave you all the best coffins in Shangjing... and bought them all for you..."

"You're finally awake!"

Xia Chaosheng: "..."

Xia Chaosheng couldn't help laughing, held Mrs. Pei's hand, and admitted his mistake in a low voice: "Mother, the child is unfilial, and you are worried."

Mrs. Pei's crying was considered half a bitter trick, she wanted to use her tears to persuade her son to stay at home, and stop looking for the prince.

Now, Xia Chaosheng apologized in turn, and Mrs. Pei's heart was surging, and more tears poured out uncontrollably: "Sir..."

She beat Xia Zhaosheng's shoulder bitterly: "You scared my mother to death, you scared my mother to death!"

Xia Chaosheng had just woken up from a serious illness, and couldn't stand the beating, so he fell back to the bed with heavy eyelids.

Mrs. Pei was shocked when she saw this, and got up in a panic: "Prince doctor, where did the doctor go?"

Xia Hua and Qiu Chan also rushed in, rushed to the bedside, and called "Little Hou Ye" tearfully.

"I'm fine, I'm just a little tired." With the last bit of strength, Xia Zhaosheng took Mrs. Pei's hand, squeezed it gently, then sank his head, and fell into a deep sleep again.

It was fine if he didn't pinch it, but when he pinched it, Mrs. Pei thought that she had knocked the child unconscious, regret mixed with self-blame came straight to her heart, kicked her legs, and passed out as well.

The house of the Marquis of Zhen Guo jumped like crazy, and the high-quality coffins began to be carried to the Marquis' mansion again.

All the spectators shook their heads, for they all said that the young master of Zhen Guohou's mansion was about to disappear.

At the same time, the gate of Shangjing opened with a bang, and black-cloud-like armored cavalry poured into the city.

The cold wind came suddenly, and the autumn rain was drizzling.

A dark red light shone on the pitch-black armor. Looking closely, even the horseshoes were covered with dried blood.

Someone shouted "The Ninth Prince is back", and the people on the street ran away like birds and beasts.

The Ninth Prince, Mu Rugui, is the younger brother of the current emperor.

He was given a fief at the age of nine, went to the battlefield at the age of 12, and won many battles, but his reputation in Beijing was far from perfect.

Some people said that he tortured and killed prisoners of war, while others said that he was violent.

Others said that on a certain day in a certain year, a certain month and a certain day, the spoils he sent back to Shangjing to dedicate to the Holy Majesty were a bloody human skin lantern and a pair of human bone rafts with minced meat hanging on them.

As a result, even his black armored cavalry, who had made great military exploits, became a symbol of evil spirits.

Xuanjia iron cavalry walked slowly in Shangjing City, obviously returning to the court after victory, but what greeted them was an empty city.

"My lord." Walking at the forefront of the line, the young man in black armor tightened his reins dissatisfiedly, lifted his black visor, and muttered softly, "Look, you coward who went to Beijing."

The man he called the prince was also wearing black armor, but his face was covered with a golden visor, a scarlet cloak hung over his shoulders, and he had an extra spear behind him than the others.

The red-tasseled silver gun pointed straight at the sky, and blood stains coagulated on the gun.

He stretched out his slender fingers and lifted the mask, revealing a pair of dark, deep, wolf-like eyes.

There seemed to be a thin Diren blood flowing through his body, his nose was like a peak, his lips were like a blade, and there was a hideous scar on his left eyebrow that hadn't healed yet.

Mu Rugui squinted his eyes halfway, his sight was out of focus, and he seemed to take everything around him into his eyes.

He said coldly: "Hei Qi, be careful with your words."

The boy known as "Black Seven" curled his lips, put on his mask again, and rode his horse back to the front of the line.

But he came back soon, with a panicked tone: "My lord, I saw someone carrying a coffin to the residence of the Marquis of Zhenguo!"

What responded to Hei Qi was the neighing of the war horse.

Mu Rugui, who was still indifferent just now, instantly turned into black lightning and galloped on the empty streets of Shangjing.

"Oh, my lord..." Hei Qi blinked and muttered to himself, "I don't want to marry you, so what's the use of being anxious?"

But he only dared to complain when Mu Rugui was not around. After complaining, he waved his whip and chased after him.

It was raining heavily, and the front gate of Zhen Guohou's Mansion was full of birds, only some voices could be heard from the half-open side door.

"Golden nanmu?"

"Yes, it's still double-decker."

"What about that?"

"Pear blossom wood!"

Mu Rugui tightened the reins in front of the Marquis of Zhenguo's mansion, followed the prestige, and saw all kinds of coffins lined up inside the side door, like a large coffin shop!

"This..." Seeing this, Hei Qi, who followed closely, widened his eyes in surprise, "Has the Hou Mansion been wiped out?"

"Shut up!" Mu Rugui frowned, his dark pupils were full of storms, "Go and ask."

Hei Qi stuck out his tongue, rode his horse over, lifted his visor, and inquired about the news with the servants in front of Zhen Guohou's mansion: "What are you doing?"

The servant turned around impatiently, seeing the Xuanjia on Hei Qi's body, and the Ninth Prince not far away, his expression changed again and again.

Everyone in Beijing knew that after being accused of being handed over to the Ninth Prince, the young master of Zhen Guohou's mansion knelt down in front of the Golden Luan Hall and died half his life.

Now the "culprit" who caused the little Marquis to fall ill came to ask why the Marquis Mansion needed a coffin... Isn't this adding salt to the wound?

The servant first saluted, knelt down on the ground, and then yelled angrily: "My young master is seriously ill, and the imperial doctor said that we must use longevity materials to celebrate the celebration, so as to save his life!"

After saying that, he closed the door of the side room with red eyes.

Hei Qi ate the door shut, touched his nose and returned to Mu Rugui: "My lord..."

"Let's go." Mu Rugui didn't give him any chance to speak, but the direction of riding away was not the palace.

"My lord?" Hei Qi hurriedly followed, "My lord, where are you going?"

Mu Rugui pursed his lips hidden behind his visor, and it took him a long time to answer: "The coffin shop."

When Hei Qi heard this, he almost fell off his horse.

Although the coffin can bring joy, but... but the young master is not willing to marry the prince, and the prince will send the coffin to the Hou's mansion. Isn't it clear that it will cause trouble for others?