Reborn as a King in the Hand

Mu Rugui's heart also trembled.

Whether what Xia Chaosheng said was the truth or a lie, at this moment, Mu Rugui was willing to believe that what he said was true.

The lights were flickering, and they unknowingly deviated from the convoy and walked to the open space where the palace people pitched their tents.

Xia Chaosheng raised his head uneasily, and by the light of the lantern, secretly looked at Mu Rugui's expression.

He was afraid that Mu Rugui would not believe it, and he was even more afraid that Mu Rugui would think that he had other plans.

Unfortunately, the flames only illuminated Mu Rugui's tightly pursed thin lips and tight chin.

Xia Chaosheng's heart skipped a beat for no reason, and he hurriedly explained: "Uncle Jiu..."

"I believe you." Mu Rugui bent down hesitantly, put his hand on his shoulder, and brushed away a fallen leaf that had blown at an unknown time.

"I believe everything you say."

Xia Zhaosheng's eyes turned hot, and he bravely grabbed Mu Rugui's hand.

That scarred, terrifying hand, he couldn't grasp it after death, but now he finally grasped it.

Mu Rugui was stunned at first, and then wanted to break free, but Xia Chaosheng held it tightly, and his fingers seemed to be shivering from the cold, desperately digging into his palm.

The ten fingers fell into a short-term struggle, which ended in Xia Chaosheng's victory.

Mu Rugui gently held his icy five fingers, and said with a serious look: "You and I are not married yet, this move..."

This move was too abrupt.

According to Mu Rugui's thinking, if Xia Chaosheng is willing to accept the marriage offer, then it is not appropriate for them to meet now.

This is the custom of Daliang. Married men and women must abide by the understanding one month before marriage and cannot meet each other.

But Xia Chaosheng is not a woman, but also the young master of Zhen Guohou's mansion, even if there is such a custom, it can't restrain him.

Xia Chaosheng was amused by Mu Rugui's entanglement.

Yes, how could Uncle Jiu doubt him?

In his previous life, he had become Mu Ruqi's deposed empress, and Uncle Ninth buried him in his imperial tomb with his own hands in spite of the world's displeasure.

In this life...Naturally, she wouldn't doubt him.

"It's cold." The burden in Xia Chaosheng's heart fell, and the smile returned to his face, "Uncle Jiu holds me, so I won't be afraid of the cold."

Compared to Xia Chaosheng's relaxed state, Mu Rugui was much more nervous.

The Ninth Prince, who was fighting in Daliang, saw millions of enemy troops, and didn't even bother to raise his eyelids. Now he was worried that the scars on his hands would scratch the back of Xia Chaosheng's delicate hands. Loose and tight, I didn't sweat all the way, but in the end, because of nervousness, beads of sweat ooze from the corners of my forehead.

Xia Chaosheng didn't notice Mu Rugui's strangeness, he hesitated for a while with his head down, and said, "Uncle Jiu, I don't know how to explain it, but I really don't want to marry into the East Palace."

The matter of rebirth was too bizarre, and Daliang was most jealous of ghosts and gods. Xia Chaosheng didn't dare to tell the truth directly, so he chose a compromise: "Uncle Jiu, from now on... I will definitely tell you about it."

After he finished speaking, seeing Mu Rugui's puzzled expression, he quickly added: "I didn't lie to you!"

A gust of wind blew by, and Xia Chaosheng sneezed nervously.

Mu Rugui came back to his senses, turned around with a cold face, and pulled him back.

"Uncle Jiu?" Xia Chaosheng pinched Mu Rugui's fingers and asked tentatively, "Do you believe me?"

Mu Rugui's voice was muffled in the wind: "Letter."

He was still worried, and muttered: "Trust me, don't tell me to see the prince again."

He holds a grudge.

Mu Rugui's eyes trembled when he heard the word "Prince". After hearing Xia Chaosheng's words, he clenched the five fingers in his palm bit by bit. out.

Mu Rugui didn't feel joy at all, and even suffered in pain.

Because Xia Chaosheng didn't know what this sentence meant.

He would never have thought that the man who was holding him had a beast in his heart.

As long as Xia Chaosheng showed a little kindness, the beast would break out of its cage.

It was full of dark thoughts that Mu Rugui didn't dare to say or even think about -- he wanted to imprison Xia Chaosheng in the palace and lock him firmly by his side.

Mu Rugui wanted him to only have eyes for himself.

Mu Rugui lowered his head, his eyes glued to Xia Chaosheng's slightly raised lips, and he thought to himself mockingly: It's fine if he doesn't know, but if Chaosheng knows, he will definitely regret what he said today.

Mu Rugui even took it for granted that Xia Chaosheng would regret it.

It's not that he doesn't believe in Xia Chaosheng, it's just... How could the young master who would rather die than accept the imperial decree willingly marry into the palace?

Perhaps, Xia Chaosheng just quarreled with the prince.

Perhaps, Xia Chaosheng also knew about the pregnant singer.

perhaps……

Perhaps, Xia Chaosheng regarded him as a substitute for the crown prince.

Who told him that he was Mu Ruqi's Ninth Uncle, who had a slight resemblance in appearance?

"Okay, don't mention it." Mu Rugui swallowed bitterly, and added in his heart, "I can't ask for it."

The two people on the way didn't say anything, and naturally they didn't say anything when they went back.

Mu Rugui himself was reticent, and Xia Chaosheng didn't speak, so he walked silently, raising his hand from time to time to push aside the bony branches growing in the valley.

Xia Chaosheng was too curious to hold hands with Mu Rugui, staring at the two holding hands obsessively, his eyes were hot and hot.

Others saw that he suddenly fell ill and suddenly changed his temperament, but only he himself knew that he had been trapped in the world for thirty years.

During those 30 years of suffering and helplessness, he faced Mu Rugui day and night, but he was not even qualified to touch Uncle Jiu.

People and ghosts have different ways.

There is the furthest distance between them.

The warm touch slowly flowed from the fingertips to the limbs, and finally filled the heart. Xia Zhaosheng sniffed and called softly: "Uncle Nine?"

"Ah."

"Uncle Jiu, that night pearl..." As soon as he said the words, his five fingers were clenched in pain.

Xia Chaosheng let out a "hiss", and after Mu Rugui let go in a panic, he took the initiative to shake back: "Why don't you want to give it back to me?"

In the dim light, there was a faint blush on the boy's snow-white cheeks.

Mu Rugui didn't dare to look Xia Chaosheng directly in the eyes, turned his head to look at the mountains and mountains hidden in the moonlight in the distance, and remained silent.

Dissatisfied, Xia Chaosheng moved forward, stood on tiptoe, and almost pressed the tip of his nose against Mu Rugui's neck, insisting on getting an answer.

In the blink of an eye, he caught a glimpse of Mu Rugui's rolling Adam's apple, and he was overjoyed at the moment, jokingly said, "Uncle Ninth, what kind of treasure have you never seen before, why don't you want to part with an ordinary night pearl?"

"No." Mu Rugui pressed the lantern down, not letting the light illuminate his red ears, and explained muffledly, "That...you gave it to me."

The smile froze on the corners of Xia Zhaosheng's lips. Although he had already guessed the reason, when Mu Rugui admitted himself, the hoarse voice entered his ears, and his heart skipped a beat uncontrollably.

The blush on Xia Chaosheng's face spread to his neck, and then his whole body burned.

"I... I will later..." His eloquence had failed, and he wished he could bury his head in his chest, stammering, "I will give you something else later... later."

Hearing this, Mu Rugui couldn't help touching the armband - he hid the Ye Mingzhu in the sachet he carried with him and carried it close to his body.

What is sent later is sent later.

This night pearl...has a different meaning.

The mountain wind was getting colder, and the palace people in the distance had set up their tents, and Xia Hua, who was standing in the distance, was in a hurry.

From her perspective, she could only see the young master and the prince walking side by side, but could not see their hands holding each other clearly.

Xia Hua's mind was in a mess. On the one hand, she was thinking that it would be beneficial for the Hou Mansion for the young master to marry into the palace, but on the other hand, she couldn't help worrying whether the prince would treat the young master well.

Before that, she was already in the carriage and had the courage to glance at Mu Rugui a few times, for fear that the young master would marry an ugly monster.Fortunately, although she didn't see Mu Rugui's face clearly, she still had a vague glimpse of the handsome outline.

Xia Hua was relieved for a moment, then took another breath.

She thought of Mu Rugui's scarred hands.

This is Daliang's killing god.

Little Hou Ye... Little Hou Ye has such an unyielding temperament, in case there is a dispute...

As the saying goes, what you are afraid of will happen.

As soon as the thought in Xia Hua's heart came up, a fire ignited in the distance.The lantern in Mu Rugui's hand fell to the ground for some reason, and the candle overturned. The tongue of flame instantly engulfed the paper of the lantern, and also ignited the dead branches and leaves in the valley.

The wind whipped up flames, illuminating Xia Chaosheng's figure curled up on the ground.

He was held in Mu Rugui's arms, covering his ankles, his face paled.

There was a buzzing in Xia Hua's head, and it became a mess.

"Little Lord!"

"My lord!"

The fire was so bright that Xia Hua and Hong Wu ran over together.

The palace people who hadn't noticed them at first also looked over.

The crown prince and Liang Wang set up a dark thread in the convoy, put down their buddies at the same time, quietly merged into the night, and approached Xia Chaosheng.

The maid supporting Xia Chaosheng cried and complained: "Young Master, why did you hurt yourself again?"

"not me……"

"My maidservant is going back, how can I explain to Madam?" Xia Hua was terrified.You know, when she rushed over, Xia Zhaosheng's cloak was stained with sparks, and when the wind blew, it immediately caught fire!

The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became: "If madam knows, your leg was injured by the Ninth Prince..."

"Xia Hua..." Xia Chaosheng coughed feebly, "Listen to my explanation."

"The servant is soft-spoken, and I don't ask the young master to listen to the slave's persuasion." Xia Hua only believed in her own eyes, "I only ask the young master to cherish my body, why don't you listen?"

Xia Chaosheng sighed, closed his mouth, and turned his head quietly.

The fire has been almost extinguished by Hong Wu, and the sparks are flying in the wind, like fireflies in the summer night.

Mu Rugui was also looking at him with burning eyes.

Xia Zhaosheng blushed, looked away, buried his head in his collar, and followed Xia Hua to the tent that he had set up.

After a while, two carrier pigeons appeared in the night sky.

One flew to Mu Rugui, who was hugging the beauty, drunk and dreaming, and the other flew to Liang Wang, who was so dizzy from Zhen Guohou's annoyance that he didn't even have a few mouthfuls of dinner.

There is only one line of scribbled words on the letter: Young Master and Ninth Prince are quarreling in public, the plan to separate is completed, Your Majesty/His Royal Highness, you can feel at ease.