Reborn as a King in the Hand

When Mu Ruqi walked into the curtain, Xia Chaosheng didn't get up to salute.

He lowered his head, his eyes fell on the hem of the prince's clothes.

The candle flame was faint, the medicinal fragrance was lingering, and the dark golden dragon took off in the light and shadow with the trembling of the hem of the clothes.

"Your Highness, forgive me. I'm not feeling well, so I can't get up and salute." Xia Zhaosheng's tone was cold, and with a single word, the heater in the curtain seemed to have lost its function.

Mu Ruqi waved his hands generously: "It's okay."

He didn't notice the difference.

Xia Chaosheng is the legitimate son of the Marquis Mansion, he has always been sharp-edged, arrogant and conceited, even before his illness, he treated others with this cold attitude.

Now that he is suffering from illness, it is rare to have a good face to show to others.

Mu Ruqi walked to the side of the couch with his hands behind his back, and looked down at Xia Chaosheng.

This was their first reunion since rebirth.

The dim candlelight casts a blurred shadow on the curtain, like the distant mountains, with wind and clouds rolling down thousands of feet of frost and snow in an instant.

Xia Chaosheng's complexion was whiter than snow, his eyelashes were as long as crow's feathers, and a small dark shadow fell on his eye socket while trembling, making him look extra lazy.

Mu Ruqi felt a wave of heat in his heart, feeling that he was an idiot in his previous life.

Leaving Xia Chaosheng disliked, why go to see his concubine brother?

It's really picking sesame seeds and losing watermelon, so stupid!

The prince's heart turned a thousand times, Xia Chaosheng just lowered his head quietly, kneeling respectfully on the couch, his eyes still resting on the dark golden dragon.

"There is no need to be formal between you and me." Mu Ruqi came back to his senses first, and sat on the edge of the couch enthusiastically, wanting to touch Xia Chaosheng's hand.

Xia Chaosheng dodged without a trace, holding a small hand stove, covering his lips and coughing from time to time: "Your Highness, I'm still sick, I'd better stay away from you."

Mu Ruqi was quite moved: "It's only you who cares about me so much."

"Your Highness is joking." Xia Chaosheng laughed to himself, not taking the prince's words seriously.How can he take it seriously?In his previous life, he treated Dong Gong with all his heart, but in return, his family was destroyed, and he was in pain.

"His Royal Highness came here to talk about the young master?"

Mu Ruqi didn't expect that Xia Chaosheng would take the initiative to mention Yan Yufeng, he was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled: "You know that boy from the Yan family, because your brother is the same age as Jin Wuwei, he has always been open-minded, if he said something , don’t take it seriously.”

Mu Ruqi patted Xia Chaosheng on the shoulder thoughtfully, "I won't blame you either."

After Mu finished speaking as expected, he was complacent.

He remembered that in his previous life, he didn't care about Xia Chaosheng, no matter who turned the truth upside down, he always put the blame on Xia Chaosheng.

Who told Xia Chaosheng to be easy to deceive and coax?

No matter how big the trouble is, he writes acid poems and talks good things, no matter how bad he is, he will send some delicious and fun things, and he will come back.

Today is different from the past, and Mu Ruqi's words and deeds reveal the meaning of maintenance.

He didn't believe that Xia Chaosheng wasn't excited.

As expected, Xia Chaosheng blushed and coughed, his thin shoulders shrugged again and again, like an immature chick, unable to flap its wings after falling out of the nest.

Mu Ruqi felt pity in his heart: "Chaosheng..."

Xia Chaosheng coughed worse.

Xia Hua and Qiu Chan hurried forward, and invisibly pushed Mu Ruqi away, one holding the medicine, and the other holding Xia Chaosheng's arm.

"Young Master..." The maids' eyes turned red anxiously.

Mu Ruqi stood blankly for a while, only to feel that under the candlelight, Xia Chaosheng's eyes were filled with a layer of watery mist, his cheeks were white, only his lips were as red as blood—it was really blood.

Xia Chaosheng raised his head, and there were dots of unclear smiles hanging in his empty eyes. He hooked his lips, licked away the trace of blood with the tip of his tongue, and said in a hoarse voice: "Your Highness was shocked, I really...cough cough... "

Mu Ruqi woke up like a dream, retreated to the edge of the curtain, lowered his voice, and deliberately coaxed gently: "You just rest."

"... Don't worry about giving the marriage. At worst, I will also send a sedan chair to pick you up in front of the Marquis's residence."

That's a promise.

Mu's expected response was a series of piercing coughs.

Xia Chaosheng hung his head, curled up on the couch, shrouded in the dim candlelight, swaying and ethereal, incredibly weak.

"Young Master..." Xia Hua managed to help Xia Chaosheng to calm down, and then stuffed the medicine bowl in her hand, "Why are you coughing so badly all of a sudden?"

The previous journey was so hard, Xia Chaosheng didn't cough to such an extent, but now that he's in the hunting ground, instead...

Xia Chaosheng pursed his lips stained with bitter medicine residue, and said lightly: "It's nothing, just remembering some old things."

He thought of himself in his previous life, who was humiliated again and again in the East Palace, and was blinded by false affection again and again.

Thirty years after his death, Xia Chaosheng asked himself, could he really not see the prince's hypocrisy?

No, he could see it.

He just didn't want to believe it.

I don't want to believe that the throbbing when I was young will turn into such a mess in the end.

Fortunately, Xia Chaosheng finally came to his senses.

To the prince, besides a plaything, he is also a tool that can be used.

Just like Yan Yufeng, Mu Ruqi manipulated him, and he manipulated the Jinwu Guard in the imperial city.But the Jinwu Guard, who has never seen blood, can't satisfy the prince's ambition, and he still needs a team that can fight on the battlefield.

So Mu Ruqi chose Zhen Guohou's Mansion, and also chose Xia Chaosheng.

He just happens to be the "Little Lord". If there is a slight mistake in fate, he will become Li Chaosheng, Wang Chaosheng... As long as he is still the "Little Lord", Mu Ruqi will continue to bewitch him with sweet words just like before. , and finally turned him into a chess piece that could be discarded at any time.

Xia Chaosheng took the handkerchief from Xia Hua's hand and wiped the corners of his lips.

"Young Lord, what His Royal Highness just said..." Xia Hua waited for Qiu Chan to walk out of the curtain before she spoke worriedly.

"Which one are you talking about?" Xia Chaosheng had completely calmed down his guilty conscience, raised his hand unhurriedly, picked up the scissors, and fiddled with the candles in front of the couch.

The flames illuminated his side face, and the fox eyes were even more charming.

Xia Hua's eyes blurred, and she coughed lightly: "His Royal Highness wants to marry me, I wonder how the young duke is going to deal with it?"

What Xia Hua was worried about was that His Royal Highness would also send a sedan chair to pick up the bride.

"How to deal with it?" He tilted his head in surprise, "The marriage between me and the Ninth Prince was bestowed by His Majesty, how can he send a bridal sedan chair to stop it?"

Xia Hua followed Xia Chaosheng for many years, she calmed down and thought about it for a moment, she suddenly realized: "Young Master is right, this servant is too worried."

Xia Chaosheng coughed a few more times, and lazily threw the scissors aside: "His Royal Highness thinks that I will desperately climb into his sedan chair, so let him send someone to decide which one I will get on at that time...you can decide which one I will use... Forget him."

When Xia Hua heard this, she smiled idiotically, as if thinking of some interesting scene.

Just at this time, Qiu Chan came back with the stove replaced by charcoal fire, and while shaking the snow on her shoulders, she said to Xia Chaosheng: "Young Lord, this servant just went out and saw that His Highness did not return the curtain, and went directly to His Majesty's side." gone."

Xia Chaosheng's eyelids fluttered quickly, and then drooped tiredly: "Let him go."

He thought, Mu Ruqi would not be so stupid as to ask His Majesty to advance his marriage with Mu Rugui, would he?

That's what Mu Ruqi really said to King Liang.

In the king's tent, Liang Wang thought he hadn't heard clearly: "Can you say it again?"

Mu Ruqi knelt down on one knee and repeated with a smile: "Father, I implore you to let Xia Chaosheng marry into the palace as soon as possible."

Liang Wang was in doubt.A few days ago, although he was annoyed that Mu Ruqi disobeyed the holy order for the sake of love, he was at ease.

A prince who almost lost his mind because of the marriage is not very wise, but it will never threaten his status.

But today, Mu Ruqi suddenly changed his attitude, and King Liang had a bad feeling in his heart.

He was afraid that Mu Rushou would collude with the Hou's mansion and declare that he would agree to the marriage, but in fact he was planning to force the palace to rebel at the time of the wedding.

King Liang suddenly regretted calling the prince into the Jinluan Hall, and said those words with all his heart.

He is in his prime, and he still doesn't want to give up the throne. Even though Mu Ruqi is the only son he admires the most and can inherit the great line, he still can't see that he is not old yet, and the successor is full-fledged.

Liang Wang was silent for a long time, and asked in a deep voice, "Why?"

"Father, I have made an appointment with Chaosheng." Mu Ruqi blushed, faltering, "On the day of the wedding, he would get into my bridal sedan chair, so I thought, the sooner the wedding, the sooner he... Marry into the East Palace."

"Ridiculous!" King Liang yelled angrily, "You want to rob marriage?"

His words were agitated, and every word and every word was full of reproach, but there was a relaxed look in his eyes.

Liang Wang felt that he was too worried, a prince who could come up with such a bad plan as robbing his wife for the sake of marriage was nothing to be afraid of.

Mu Ruqi knelt down in panic, "I know I was wrong, but I thought about my father's teachings, and felt that this move would greatly intensify the conflict between the Marquis's Mansion and the Prince's Mansion, so I tried it secretly."

It was indeed a great humiliation for Mu Rugui to see Xia Chaosheng get into someone else's sedan chair with his own eyes.

Liang Wang's mind moved slightly: "Continue talking."

"Father also knows that Xia Chao has been fond of my son for a long time, but my son just hinted at it, and he coughed so excited that he couldn't even speak."

"Really?" King Liang narrowed his eyes, thinking about it.

Mu Rugui has made great achievements in battle, even though he has a disabled leg, he is still Daliang's killer.

Liang Wang relied on him, was afraid of him, and had to support him, if he could ruthlessly refute his face with marriage, he would be really happy.

Besides, in the Zhen Guohou's Mansion, as long as Xia Chaosheng got on the prince's sedan chair, the imperial decree of convict would be sent directly to Xia Rongshan.Who told your precious son to resist marriage?

Killing two birds with one stone, King Liang was moved.

But King Liang didn't nod directly, but kept the prince by his side, and admonished him for an hour in the name of "loyalty and filial piety".

When Mu Ruqi returned to his tent, the sky was already pale, and the little eunuch who followed him all the year round felt distressed: "Your Highness, your idea is obviously a good idea, why does Your Majesty disagree?"

Mu Ruqi leaned on the couch, kicked on his boots, and sneered: "Who said the father disagreed?"

"But... His Majesty reprimanded you for an hour!"

"So what? He only reprimanded me with filial piety, but he didn't say that this move is not feasible." The prince didn't take it seriously, "Just wait, after dawn, there will definitely be a new imperial decree."

The little eunuch was skeptical, and when he got out of the tent after dawn, he saw Chang Zhong walking quickly to Xia Chaosheng's tent holding the imperial decree.

The sick young Lord Hou was helped out by the maid, and soon, the gloomy-faced Ninth Prince also came to Chang Zhong's side.

Their marriage was actually brought forward one month later.

In other words, Xia Chaosheng returned from the paddock, and within a few days of staying in the Hou's Mansion, he was about to be brought into the Palace by a sedan chair.

Because Xia Chaosheng met the prince and remembered all kinds of things in his previous life, his spirit was not good, and he thanked him lazily.

Seeing this picture of him catching fish, others secretly shook their heads, thinking that the little marquis would not live long, and even if he entered the palace, he would not live long.

Look next to him...

Hey, the Ninth Prince's complexion is gloomy, with scars at the corners of his eyes, he looks even scarier than Xia Chaosheng!

Marriage is a happy event for others, but for these two, it is more mournful than funeral.

Mu Rugui didn't care what other people thought, but secretly clenched his fists, and when Xia Chaosheng slowly stood still, his eyes swept over him vaguely.

——I only had one night meeting with the prince, and I was frustrated to such an extent. Now that I know that the wedding date has been brought forward, I am afraid that I am even more reluctant to get married, right?

Mu Rugui raised the corners of his lips mockingly, not believing that Xia Chaosheng would willingly sit in his sedan chair.