Reborn as a King in the Hand

Xia Hua, who cleansed Xia Chao's face, was startled, and the handkerchief in her hand fell to the ground.

He opened his eyes following the sound, and asked lazily, "Is the person gone?"

Xia Hua stammered: "Go... let's go."

"What are you panicking about?" Xia Chaosheng yawned. Seeing the maid's three spirits frighten her seven souls, he knocked on the bronze mirror in front of him amusedly, "Do what you should do."

Xia Hua walked away in a daze for a few steps, and then hurried back: "Young Lord, you have to tell this servant, whose bridal sedan chair do you want to get on?"

Xia Chaosheng sat in front of the mirror and did not answer directly.

He held his chin, and the person in the mirror had smooth skin, smiling sweetly, and there was no hesitation in his eyes.

"At this moment, you still doubt my intentions?... Forget it, go and get the wedding dress that you don't allow me to see."

The wedding dress that Xia Hua didn't let Xia Chaosheng see was naturally the one sent by the palace earlier.

"Little Marquis..."

"Do you really think I'm that stupid?" Seeing Xia Hua's hesitation, Xia Chaosheng couldn't laugh or cry, "Do you have to disobey the imperial decree and elope with the prince?"

"Of course the servant knows the choice of the young master." Xia Hua rubbed her eyes, "The servant is afraid that the young master will regret it in the future."

Reason is one thing, emotion is another.

Xia Chaosheng's finger slid across his eyebrows, and the smile on his face became lighter: "Xia Hua, I have made up my mind, not only for the Hou Fu, but also for myself."

"...I know you are worried about me, but if this is the case, don't say it again in the future."

He was afraid that Mu Rugui would hear it, so he was paranoid.

Xia Hua nodded her head vigorously: "I only wish that the young master is safe and well."

"I will." Xia Chaosheng lowered his eyes and said to himself, "In this life... definitely will."

The room was silent for a while, and Qiu Chan's bluffing exclamation broke the silence.

Open face mama is here.

The young master of Hou's mansion got married, and the open-faced mother who came here was Mrs. Quanfu of the Cui clan, and she was also a married woman with an imperial order.

Xia Chaosheng respectfully called her "aunt".

Mrs. Quan Fu looked amiable, but in fact her heart was full of pain.

Who doesn't know about Xia Chaosheng's anti-marriage?

This marriage is a happy event on the surface, but secretly, I don't know what will happen!

If it wasn't for Cui's long-standing dependence on the Duke of Zhen, she really didn't want to take advantage of Xia Chaosheng, such a thankless task.

Mrs. Quan Fu expected that the young master she saw today would not give her a good face, but she did not expect that the young master who had cleaned up his face sat in front of the mirror with a smile, waiting for her to enter the room, and behaved Li: "Aunt Lao."

Mrs. Quan Fu responded blankly, and after a long while, she slapped her thigh suddenly and forced out a smile: "Little Marquis, sit down quickly, you will be tired a lot today!"

This statement is true.

Before Xia Chaosheng left the mansion, he first went to the ancestral hall to worship his ancestors, and then bid farewell to his parents. At the same time, the Hou Mansion had to send someone to pretend to block the door. Only when it was an auspicious time could he wear a phoenix crown and Xiapei to leave the mansion.

This is etiquette, no matter whether the people of the two prefectures are satisfied with the marriage, since His Majesty bestowed the marriage, there must be no less rules on the surface.

Xia Chaosheng obediently raised his head and asked Mrs. Quanfu to give him a face.

In his previous life, he also experienced opening his face.

It was also Mrs. Quanfu who held the cotton thread tremblingly and twisted the dough for him.

At that time, Xia Chaosheng was full of Mu Ruqi, and he didn't care about the slight pain on his face. When Mrs. Quanfu stopped, he immediately found an excuse to go out, and left the Hou Mansion through the side door.

Now, with his eyes closed, he feels quietly, every slight tingling pain is reminding him that he has embarked on another path.

As for the future, we must walk well, slowly, and walk with Mu Rugui.

What he will shoulder is not only the future of the Hou Mansion, but also the future of the Wang Mansion.

And what he has to face is the King Liang who has not passed away, and Mu Ruqi who is bound to ascend to the throne in the future...

"Sweetie." Madam Pei came to the door at some point, and looked at Xia Chaosheng's face with tears.

Mrs. Quanfu comforted softly: "Madam, today is the day of great joy for the young master, you must not make him cry."

"Great joy, where is great joy?" Mrs. Pei took the comb Xia Hua handed over with tears in her eyes, and tremblingly stroked the black hair hanging on Xia Chaosheng's shoulder, "My son is weak, my lord...the lord is just like your father, he is rough People, how do you know how to love people?"

Xia Chaosheng pressed the hand on his shoulder and sniffed: "Mother, how do you say the prince is a rough man?"

"I'll just say what mother said, you're not allowed to say it." Mrs. Pei glared at him, her hands kept moving, and she continued to comb his hair earnestly.

"As soon as I comb my hair to gray..."

Before Mrs. Pei finished speaking, tears fell again.

"My dear, how can you make your mother feel at ease?"

Mrs. Quan Fu had already quietly retreated outside the door.

Xia Chaosheng turned around and sighed: "Mother, the prince is fine, don't be sad."

"You say he's good before you get married?" Mrs. Pei said angrily, "Chaosheng, do you know who the Ninth Prince is?"

"That's a rough man who went to battle to kill the enemy. Although mother has never seen it before, she thinks it is similar to your father... Look at the day when mother will not lose her temper with your father in these years?"

"But when mother and father quarrel, father never speaks back."

Mrs. Pei raised her eyebrows: "He dares!"

Xia Chaosheng couldn't stop laughing.

Mrs. Pei also laughed along with him for a while, then said sadly: "Son, your father indulges mother and doesn't want to quarrel with mother, it's because your father has affection, but Ninth Prince..."

"Mother, when I went to the Lishan hunting ground earlier, I had contact with Lord Nine... Nine Princes." Xia Chaosheng hurriedly vouched for Uncle Jiu, "He will definitely spoil the child just like father, and will not let the child suffer."

"Nonsense." Mrs. Pei was amused by his words, neither crying nor laughing, "What does the matter of marriage have to do with your father?"

"The Ninth Prince will treat me like a father treats his mother!"

"You...you are really not ashamed." Mrs. Pei's tears were completely wiped out by Xia Chao's anger, she put down her comb, rushed out the door, and only secretly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes when she walked out of the yard.

She didn't expect the Ninth Prince to treat her child like Xia Rongshan treated her.

She just wants her heart and soul to be safe.

Xia Chaosheng heaved a sigh of relief after seeing off Mrs. Pei, and turned his head to see Xia Hua and Qiu Chan holding out the wedding dress from the palace.

The phoenix wears peonies, and the room is filled with light.

The golden silk thread is hidden in the elegant and luxurious feathers of the phoenix, and the peonies surrounding the phoenix are delicate and charming.

Xia Chaosheng has been an accompanying student in the palace for five years, what good things haven't he seen?

But when he saw the wedding dress sent by the palace, he still took a deep breath.

Xia Hua and Qiu Chan were also stunned, holding the wedding dress, not knowing what to do.

"Scent of medicine?" It was Xia Hua who came back to her senses first, lowered her head and approached the wedding dress, and smelled it suspiciously, "It seems that when the young master was resting, he lit... incense."

Xia Chaosheng walked over quickly, lowered his head and sniffed lightly, and sure enough, he smelled the scent of Anshenxiang.

"My lord has a heart." Qiu Chan was filled with emotion, and pushed him to the mirror to help change the wedding dress.

The scarlet wedding dress, layered upon layer upon layer, was like a dream, all of which fell on Xia Chaosheng's frail shoulders.

For a man's wedding, the wedding dress is not as complicated as a woman's, but the one worn by Xia Chaosheng is rare in the world.

He has not had a weak crown yet, so he can only tie his hair. When he bids farewell to his parents, Zhen Guohou will personally put on a simple phoenix crown for him.Of course, when you arrive at the palace, you still have to take it off after the ceremony, and you can continue to wear the golden crown after you are 20 years old.

"Little Marquis, it's time, it's time to pay homage to the ancestral hall." Mrs. Quanfu appeared again, she smiled and held Xia Chaosheng's arm, and helped him walk to the ancestral hall of the Hou Mansion.

The ancestral hall of Zhen Guohou's Mansion is in the southwest corner, behind Mei Lin.

When Xia Chaosheng walked under the plum tree, his footsteps paused slightly.

"Young Master?" Mrs. Quanfu didn't know why.

He recovered and shook his head: "It's nothing, let's go, aunt."

The plum blossoms were like snow, falling one after another, landing on Xia Chaosheng's shoulders, and also falling on the shabby sedan chair used by the prince to welcome his relatives beyond a wall.

"It's time to go to worship the ancestors." The prince heard the voices from inside the wall and counted the time, "We have to wait a little longer."

Another entourage stomped his feet and muttered tremblingly, "It's so cold."

"Be honest! Today is the young master of the Hou Mansion, even if you freeze to death, you have to endure it."

"Little Hou Ye is a sick man, if he gets on the sedan chair and shouts cold, what shall we do?"

"Then...then tell the bearer to run faster. Can we help him carry the stove onto the sedan chair?"

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"My lord, the stove can't be placed in the sedan chair." In front of the palace, Hong Wu stopped in front of Mu Rugui dumbfounded, and signaled Hei Qi to move the stove away with his eyes.

Mu Rugui frowned: "He will be cold."

"Then let go of the stove." Hong Wu took the next best thing.

Hei Qi ran back holding three or four hand stoves as he said, and stuffed them into the sedan chair profusely in sweat.

Mu Rugui felt it was wrong: "Put on fox fur."

Hei Qi had no choice but to continue running to get the fox fur.

"Incense."

Hei Qi worked hard to burn incense.

"Upholstery."

Hei Qi was panting for a cushion.

Mu Ruhui was about to speak, but Hong Wu was quick to get wise and sang: "The auspicious time has come!"

"My lord, don't miss the auspicious time!"

It was only then that Mu Rugui reluctantly got on his horse.

The Ninth Prince of Daliang got married. Except for the crown prince and the fifth prince, the remaining unfavorable princes all came to congratulate them, as well as the young royal children. manage?"

Welcoming relatives and blocking the door has always been a lively scene, and the brothers and sisters of the married person always ask questions in front of the door to give the new son-in-law a bad impression.

"Little Marquis has no elder brother," Hong Wu heard and analyzed cautiously, "I'm afraid that some people of the right age from the clan were found to block the door, so there must not be too much trouble."

The children of the royal family calmed down and got on their horses.

They could not even speak to Mu Rugui on weekdays, but today, for the sake of face, they all squeezed out beaming smiles and went to the Hou's mansion in a lively manner.

The prince's mansion is married, and the alley is empty.

Mu Rugui has a great reputation as a murderer, and the people in Shangjing dare not mention his name on weekdays, but they can't help running out to join in the fun on happy days.

The tall and straight man sat on a tall horse. He was dressed in red, with no evil spirits on his body.

The unmarried girls on the side of the road blushed one after another, looked and looked, their eyes could not stop drifting to the sedan chair.

Who doesn't have the sweet dream of Fengguan Xiapei, sitting in the boudoir, waiting for eight big sedan chairs to welcome the bride?

After watching the sedan chair, look at the bride price.

Boxes of betrothal gifts were tied with bright red silk, and they were carried up and down again and again, but there was no end in sight.

For Mu Rugui's gift of marriage as a joke that everyone knows, passers-by were amazed and dared to look up at the so-called "Killing God".

Daliang's Killing God also has emotions and desires, and is willing to give everything to meet a man who has his own heart.

The procession of welcoming relatives walked through the streets and alleys, and when they passed the palace city, the Jinwu Guard sent another congratulatory gift from the King of Liang.

Mu Rugui thanked him expressionlessly, his attitude was more indifferent than usual.

Jin Wuwei and the accompanying royal children all thought that he was dissatisfied with this marriage, only Hei Qi and Hong Wu who were familiar with Mu Rugui knew that Mu Rugui was nervous.

Mu Rugui was indeed nervous.

He didn't know whether Xia Chaosheng was waiting for his bridal sedan chair at this moment, or was he anxiously trying to find a way to escape from the cage of the Hou Mansion, struggling to fly to the East Palace.

He only knew that he was about to face the judgment of fate.

He didn't ask for mercy from the heavens, but only asked Xia Chaosheng to look at him more.

Playing, playing and singing another song, the wedding party finally came to the gate of the Hou Mansion.

The Hou Mansion was hung with red lanterns, and the son who blocked the door was waiting by the side early.Sure enough, as Hong Wu guessed, they were all fresh faces selected by the Cui clan.

Both sides are unfamiliar, and no one speaks first.

The children of the royal family were afraid that the questions asked by the children of the Cui family would be too difficult, and the children of the Cui family were afraid that the children of the royal family would lose face, so they were unwilling to answer. The two waves of people looked at me and I looked at you, hesitated for a long time, and reluctantly answered a few simple questions. The problem was finally fooled.

The door-blocking failed to get lively, and everyone's eyes fell on Mu Rugui.

It is naturally impossible to expect Mu Rugui to say something good.

But after all, today is the day of the Ninth Prince's great joy, and there are always people who have the courage to play tricks.

The servant in front of the Hou's mansion is a very courageous one: "You have the courage to ask the prince, if you marry the young master of our Hou's mansion, how should you treat him?"

Mu Rugui lowered his eyes following the sound, and the scars at the corners of his eyes trembled with the movement of frowning. The servant instantly seemed to be splashed from head to toe by a basin of cold water, his legs softened, and he knelt on the ground. Just as he was about to beg for mercy, he listened to the Ren promised in a deep voice: "I know you well, and I will never leave you forever."

After saying that, Red Five Eyes quickly stuffed a handful of golden melon seeds into the boy's arms.

When everyone saw the golden melon seeds, how could they care about fear?

Even the common people who joined in the fun rushed forward, and there was a mess in front of the Hou's mansion, and it became thoroughly lively.

The prince who hid aside to watch the excitement, saw the welcome and blocked the door, first laughed, and then looked at each other because of Mu Rugui's answer.

"How could this be?" Someone looked around uneasily, "It's so lively, what if the young master..."

"Impossible." Soon someone stood up and retorted, "For the sake of His Royal Highness, the young master was willing to kneel in front of the Golden Luan Hall until he fainted. How could he marry into the palace just because of a few sweet words?"

"Can……"

"Not afraid of [-], just in case." The person who spoke first paused, "If we can't meet the young master, we will not be able to do business with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

The entourage looked at each other, and they all found fear in each other's eyes, and then scattered, blending into the noisy crowd.

Discordant voices came out quickly.

——Isn’t the young master His Royal Highness the Crown Prince Xinyue?

——The revenge of taking his wife, how can His Royal Highness swallow this breath?

——I think the young master doesn't want to marry into the palace at all!

Mu Rugui's ears are so sharp, his footsteps paused slightly, and he looked indifferently into the crowd.

Seeing that the situation is not going well, the prince's relatives put oil on the soles of their feet.

Black Seven and Red Five looked at each other and chased after them.

Not many people paid attention to the sudden change, so Mu Rugui turned his gaze back and walked into the Hou's mansion.

Some people also told Xia Chaosheng what happened in front of the Hou Mansion.

When Mu Rugui mentioned the phrase "Knowing each other with the king, we will never leave each other", red clouds flew up on his cheeks, making Mrs. Quanfu amused: "Young Lord, can you feel at ease now?"

Xia Chaosheng blushed, clutching the hem of his clothes, embarrassed to speak.

He ran away from marriage in his previous life, how did he know that Uncle Jiu had said such a thing?

Really anxious and moved, wishing he could save the tedious etiquette, he ran to the door and threw himself into Mu Rugui's arms.

Of course, Xia Chaosheng could only think about it.

He still has to visit his parents!

Xia Rongshan and his wife were already waiting in the room.

Mrs. Pei went to see Xia Chaosheng earlier, and now she feels much more at ease.On the other hand, Xia Rongshan, Marquis of Zhenguo, abided by etiquette and did not dare to go to his son's room. At this moment, he was like an ant on a hot pot, circling around the room with his hands behind his back.

Sometimes he ordered someone to check the phoenix crown, and sometimes he asked someone to heat up the cakes on the table. On a winter day, his forehead was full of sweat.

"You can't eat these before your baby leaves the house." Mrs. Pei pinched a piece of pastry and stuffed it into her mouth angrily.

Xia Rongshan didn't take it seriously: "I allow him to eat, who dares to stop?"

Of course Mrs. Pei will not stop him, Xia Chaosheng is her darling, she loves her more than anyone else, not to mention eating cakes, even if he wants to eat delicacies from mountains and seas, Mrs. Pei can keep the prince in the Marquis Mansion, and accompany Xia Chaosheng to eat delicacies from mountains and seas .

When she spoke, she just wanted her husband to calm down.

Unexpectedly, Xia Rongshan became even more anxious when he heard the words: "My son's health is not good. He was bumped all the way to the palace in a sedan chair, and his skeleton was about to fall apart. Otherwise, let him go in a carriage!"

"Nonsense!" Mrs. Pei stared at her almond-shaped eyes, and pulled Xia Rongshan to her side, "I have a baby and a big wedding, how can I go to the palace in a carriage? Are you trying to make my baby a laughing stock in Shangjing?"

After she finished speaking, she muttered angrily: "I have already ordered the stove and blankets! When you think of these things, my baby will really freeze!"

Hearing this, Xia Rongshan breathed a sigh of relief, leaned over to Mrs. Pei's side, and sighed: "Madam is still considerate."

Mrs. Pei sneered and remained silent, listening to the announcement from the servants outside the house that Xia Chaosheng was coming, she was all overwhelmed immediately, not caring about arguing with Xia Rongshan, they walked to the door hand in hand to meet their son in wedding gown.

The bright red wedding dress was burning like fire.

Xia Chaosheng often wears red. Mrs. Pei thought she could hold back tears when she saw her son in the wedding gown, but when Xia Chaosheng followed Mrs. Quanfu into the house, her tears still couldn't stop pouring out.

Looks good, really looks good.

Her son was so beautiful that no one in Beijing could match her.

Unlike Mrs. Pei, Xia Rongshan was only half at ease when he saw the dark light flowing in the wedding dress, the silk and satin were as soft as clouds, and the phoenix bird and peonies embroidered on it were exquisite.

Although he doesn't know embroidery skills, he often goes to and from the palace, and he has seen the brocade clothes worn by the concubines of King Liang's harem.

Nothing compares to the one sent by Mu Rugui.

Xia Rongshan had already thought about it before, if the wedding dress Mu Rugui sent was crude, he would never wear a phoenix crown for his newborn child.

This is Xia Rongshan's only son, even if he marries into the royal family, he cannot be wronged in the slightest.

If he is wronged, it will be a big deal to fight to the death.

A ruthless flash flashed in Xia Rongshan's eyes, and the thought of "loyalty to the emperor" in his heart slowly wavered.

"Father, mother."

Xia Chaosheng knelt down and saluted, and when he raised his head again, his eyes were foggy.

Seeing this, Mrs. Quanfu quickly handed the hijab to Zhen Guohou's hand, and hurriedly said: "On the day of great joy, don't make the young master cry!"

Xia Rongshan came back to his senses, grabbed the hijab nonchalantly, and when he wanted to put it on Xia Chaosheng's head, he remembered that he hadn't put the crown on him yet, so he hurriedly grabbed the golden crown and put it on Xia Chaosheng's hair tremblingly.

Xia Chaosheng knelt down in front of his father in a dignified manner, with shadows flickering in his peripheral vision, and Xia Rongshan's soliloquies lingering in his ears.

"You can't wear it crookedly, today is my son's big day..."

With a sore nose, he choked up and said, "Father..."

"Birth." Xia Rongshan finally fiddled with the complicated golden crown, ignoring Mrs. Quanfu's urging, and grabbed his wrist, "If the prince treats you badly, go back to the Marquis Mansion. Father and mother are here. You Don't be afraid of anything."

Xia Chaosheng couldn't bear it anymore, tears fell down.

He wanted to look up at his father and mother again, but the scarlet hijab fell down at this moment, covering all his sight.

"Young Master, hurry up." Mrs. Quanfu urged.

Xia Chaosheng had no choice but to go outside the house.

Mrs. Pei suddenly rushed over again: "Birth!"

She stuffed a piece of warm pastry into Xia Chaosheng's palm.

"On the way...on the way..." Mrs. Pei cried until she couldn't speak.

Xia Chaosheng understood, grabbed the pastry, turned around again, bowed in the direction of his parents, and shouted in a crying voice: "The child is gone."

"Little Hou Ye!" Mrs. Quan Fu reminded her three times before Xia Chaosheng really walked out of the room.

With tears in his eyes, holding the pastry in his hands, he didn't dare and couldn't turn his head back. He walked the road he had traveled countless times in his past and present lives, and finally heard the sound of firecrackers outside the Hou's mansion.

The auspicious time has come.

Mrs. Quanfu, who was holding Xia Chaosheng by the hand, suddenly paused, and said angrily: "It's broken, the young master has to be carried by the elder brother on the sedan chair, who will come?"

What she asked was the son selected by the Cui family to make up for Xia Chaosheng's marriage.

The buddies smiled wryly and shook their heads.

It's not that they don't want to recite it, it's that they don't dare to be the elder brother of the young master!

"What to do." Mrs. Quan Fu trembled anxiously, and kept gesturing to Xia Hua and Qiu Chan, hoping that they would come up with a solution.

But Xia Hua and Qiu Chan are both unmarried girls, and they don't even remember the etiquette of the big wedding. How can they understand what Mrs. Quanfu means?

Seeing that Xia Chaosheng was getting closer and closer to the gate of the Hou Mansion, Mrs. Quanfu's body was sweating more and more.

"Aunt?" Xia Chaosheng noticed Mrs. Quan Fu's strangeness, and asked in a muffled voice, "Is there something wrong?"

Mrs. Quanfu hurriedly told him the rules of marriage: "Young Lord, I didn't think carefully beforehand. I didn't expect this...someone will carry you out of the Marquis Mansion!"

In fact, it's not that Mrs. Quanfu didn't think carefully.

Ordinary people get married, needless to say, if there is an elder brother, the elder brother will definitely carry the bride out of the mansion, as for those who don't... always choose a suitable one in the clan to carry the bride out of the mansion early.

Zhen Guohou's mansion is married to a man, and Zhen Guohou has only such a son under his knees, so there is a situation that no one can bear.

Xia Chaosheng thought something important had happened, he didn't care much after hearing this: "I'll go out by myself."

Mrs. Quan Fu was the first to disagree: "Young Master, when you leave the mansion, your feet should not touch the ground. This is a courtesy."

"But I don't have an elder brother." He sighed helplessly, "If you think about it, the prince wouldn't mind, would you?"

Whether the Ninth Prince would mind or not, Mrs. Quan Fu really didn't know, but she soon found out.

Because Mu Rugui was standing in front of the Hou's mansion, with his hands behind his back, staring fixedly at the direction Xia Chaosheng came from, and after confirming that he was really coming in wearing a wedding dress, his pupils shrank severely.

It turned out that Xia Chaosheng was wearing a wedding dress... so pretty.

The sound of firecrackers was even louder, drowning out the laughter and congratulations.

They looked at each other from a distance, separated by a layer of red hijab.

Xia Chaosheng couldn't see Mu Rugui's expression clearly, he could only vaguely see Uncle Jiu, just like himself, standing motionless in the same place, covered in red.

Is he waiting for him?

Xia Zhaosheng's eyes were wet again, he shook off Mrs. Quanfu's hand and was about to rush over.

It's not the first time Mrs. Quan Fu attended a wedding banquet, and she quickly dragged the person back: "Young Master, it's not proper!"

His face under the hijab was blushing, and he hesitated and said: "Not...can't...?"

"I have to carry it!" Mrs. Quan Fu was very stubborn, she turned her head, her eyes swept over the children of the Cui clan one by one, and was about to pick one who was as tall as Zhou Zheng had to carry Xia Chaosheng, when Mu Rugui suddenly moved.

There are people in this world who are more unruly than Xia Chaosheng.

Mu Rugui walked up to Xia Chaosheng without saying a word, stretched out his scarred hand, "I'll carry it."

Mrs. Quan Fu almost fainted from fright, repeatedly shouted "I can't do it", and forced Xia Zhaosheng to hand her hand back: "It's unlucky!"

Mrs. Quan Fu was about to die of anger: "My lord, the young master has not yet passed the door. It is unlucky for you to carry him now!"

Right at the noisy stall, Xia Rongshan hurried over.

It turned out that Mrs. Pei was crying in the house for a while, and suddenly remembered that no one had carried Xia Chaosheng out of the mansion, and immediately kicked her husband out of the house.

"I'll carry it." Xia Rongshan pushed Mu Rugui away, bent down and carried Xia Chaosheng on his back without saying a word.

Mrs. Quan Fu was stunned, and weighed for a moment between Wang Ye's back and Hou Ye's back, and finally felt that Hou Ye's back was better, so she stopped struggling, smiled all over her face again, and beckoned everyone to go out of the mansion.

And Xia Chaosheng lay on his father's back, sucking his nose and muttering: "Father..."

"Son, daddy will carry you out of the house." Xia Rongshan heard his voice.

Xia Chaosheng cried and nodded, and at the moment when the hijab was blown up by the wind, he caught a glimpse of the white hair on his father's forehead, his eyelashes trembled, and a string of cold tears fell.

Xia Rongshan, Marquis of Zhenguo, fought in the battlefield for several years, when he carried Xia Chaosheng out of the Hou's mansion, his back was bent.

"Son, don't be afraid."

Amidst the loud sound of firecrackers, Xia Rongshan clearly heard his father's promise.

"Whether it's the palace or His Majesty... in Dad's heart, it's not as important as you."

Xia Chaosheng was shocked: "Father..."

Before he could speak, Xia Rongshan had already stopped in front of the sedan chair with his back on his back.

Not far away, Hong Wu and Hei Qi each grabbed a prince to accompany them, and stepped on the soles of their feet.

"Say, what are you doing here!"

The prince followed him and swore to the death that he would not answer.

Hong Wu was very disturbed, he handed over his entourage to Hei Qi, and rushed to the side door of Hou's mansion, seeing a simple sedan chair, his expression changed instantly.

And the entourage who was not caught by him has already returned to the East Palace: "Your Highness...His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

The old god Mu Ruqi was standing in front of the table, and the landscape painting in front of him was only a few strokes away.

"What are you panicking about? My father is bound to be angry when the young master resists the marriage. But my father's anger is directed at the Hou's mansion, not at the East Palace."

"No, Your Highness..."

"So the Nine Emperor Uncles are chasing after him?" Mu Ruqi smiled faintly, and mentioned words on the landscape map, "What's wrong with chasing after him? Xia Chaosheng is willing to marry himself, and I didn't force him to get on the sedan chair."

"Your Highness..."

"Okay, what's the big deal?" Mu Ruqi raised his head impatiently, "What's the big deal, I'll go to the palace tomorrow to plead guilty to my father, can Uncle Nine Emperors still eat me?"

He thought it over, and when he pleaded guilty, he said that Xia Chaosheng was willing to take the position of side concubine, and only wanted to marry into the East Palace, not to be the main concubine.

In this way, even if the emperor gets angry again, it is hard to say anything.

As for the princess and side concubine... Mu Ruqi felt that Xia Chaosheng would not care.

Taking a ten thousand step back, even if Xia Chaosheng cares, just coax him.

He wanted to marry into the East Palace so much, even if he was a concubine, he would definitely be grateful to Dade.

Mu Ruqi thought of this, and the smile came back to the corner of his mouth: "Aren't you going to get out?"

The entourage was trembling, and answered bravely: "Your Highness, the little prince... the little prince just left the Marquis Mansion, and didn't..."

Mu Ruqi's expression suddenly distorted when he heard "no": "What?!"

The follower wanted to tell the truth, saying that the young master did not get on their sedan chair, but he remembered Mu Ruqi's determined expression, and immediately changed his words: "The young master did not find the sedan chair in the East Palace, because... because the guards around the Ninth Prince found it. I have lost track of my subordinates... Several brothers have already fallen into their hands!"

"Your Highness...Your Highness, please think of a way!"

As soon as Qin Sui finished speaking, he was kicked out of the room by the prince.

The guards around Mu Rugui are all Xuanjia iron cavalry who have been on the battlefield. How can the group of followers around him be compared?

But in the previous life, Xia Chaosheng got on his sedan chair, but in this life...how could it be...

Mu Ruqi suddenly approached the mourning entourage, with a ferocious face: "Who did you meet when you went to deliver the wedding dress?!"

"Your Highness...we...we met the Ninth Prince's side..." The rest of the words followed by Mu Ruqi's drawn sword turned into mourning.

With a silver light on the tip of the sword, it pierced into the heart of the attendant, and then brought out a trace of red thread.

"So that's how it is." Mu Ruqi completely turned cold.

In his previous life, he never gave Xia Chaosheng a wedding dress, so naturally he wouldn't arouse Mu Rugui's side Hong Wu's idea.

Self-defeating, really self-defeating.

Mu Ruqi angrily kicked his entourage aside: "Come on, prepare your horse!"

Since Xia Chaosheng couldn't find his sedan chair, he went to fetch him back.

King Liang, who was in the palace, was also listening to Chang Zhong's report.

"Your Majesty, the sedan chair of His Highness the Crown Prince really stopped by the side door of the Hou Mansion."

King Liang nodded secretly: "Will the kid from Xia Rongshan's family come out?"

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince must have sent a message to the Young Lord." Chang Zhong gently rubbed the shoulders on behalf of King Liang, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, just wait for the punishment of Lord Zhen Guo."

King Liang pushed Chang Zhong aside when he heard the words: "Hurry up, take care of the pen and ink, I must first write the imperial decree of the crime, and I can't give that rough man Xia Rongshan a chance to defend himself!"

Chang Zhong hurriedly greeted the servants in the palace: "What are you still doing in a daze? Waiting for you with pen and ink!"

Before Xia Chaosheng got on the sedan chair, Xia Rongshan's criminal edict had already been placed in front of the dragon case by King Liang, and he couldn't put it down to play with it.

Outside the Golden Luan Hall, Jinwu Guards came in to report from time to time.

"The Ninth Prince has left the palace!"

"The Ninth Prince has received His Majesty's reward!"

"The Ninth Prince came to the door of the Hou's Mansion, and no one who blocked the door dared to make things difficult. The front of the Hou's Mansion is very deserted!"

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At first, King Liang was very satisfied with Jin Wuwei's report, but later, things began to develop in an unpredictable direction.

First, the prince uttered the oath of "knowing each other with the king, never leaving forever", and then Zhen Guohou personally recited Xia Chaosheng from the front of the Hou's mansion.

"Bastard!" King Liang jumped into a rage and kicked the dragon case over, "How could this be...how could this be?!"

"Didn't my prince go to grab a kiss?!"

The Jin Wuwei, who was kneeling under his highness, reported truthfully: "The guards next to the Ninth Prince seem to have found the sedan chair of His Highness the Crown Prince."

"How did you find out?!"

"Probably... it's because when His Royal Highness sent someone to deliver the wedding dress to the Hou Mansion, he ran into the guards beside the prince."

Liang Wang's heart tightened, his eyes turned black, he staggered and fell back to the dragon chair, panting for a long time, he was so angry that he couldn't even speak.

There was no sound in the Golden Luan Hall.

Chang Zhong quickly took out the box containing the pill from the armhole and handed it to King Liang.

"That's fine, what is he doing to send a wedding dress to the Marquis's Mansion?" Liang Wang tremblingly stretched out his hand, pulled out the pill, and stuffed it into his mouth, "He is really my good son, a good son!"

After Liang Wang finished cursing, he waved his sleeves and knocked over the box containing the pill in Chang Zhong's hand, and fell down on the dragon chair again, gasping for breath.

Different from the situation of the crown prince and His Majesty in the palace, the front of the Hou's mansion can be said to be full of swords and arrows.

Xia Rongshan carried Xia Chaosheng on his back, and slowly straightened his waist: "Ninth Prince, today, Ben Hou handed over his son to you, so you have to carry him into the palace like Ben Hou... Can you do it? "

"Father." Xia Chaosheng became anxious when he heard this, "It's not polite."

"Shut up." Xia Rongshan hummed softly to prevent him from continuing to speak, and turned to face Mu Rugui with burning eyes, "My lord, can you do it?"

Mu Rugui looked at Xia Chaosheng, who was lying on Zhen Guohou's back and covered with a red hijab, his eyes gradually became fascinated.

"This king... can."

"One promise, one thousand gold." Xia Rongshan nodded in satisfaction, lifted the sedan chair, looked around the heater and cushions, and finally let go of his hanging heart.

Xia Chaosheng was put into the sedan chair, and when the red curtain of the sedan chair was lifted, his relationship with the Hou Mansion seemed to be severed in an instant.

With tears in his eyes, he called out tremblingly, "Father!"

His call was drowned in the sound of firecrackers ringing again, and only Mu Rugui heard it.

Mu Rugui had turned over and sat on the horseback, following the sound, hesitantly approached the sedan chair.

They looked at each other through a red car curtain.

"I... will bring you back." Mu Rugui's voice was dry, and his comforting words sounded very scary, "You... don't cry."

Xia Chaosheng was stunned for a moment, realizing that his actions fell into Uncle Jiu's eyes, and he must be showing that he did not want to marry into the palace, so he quickly wiped away his tears, and hurriedly said, "Uncle Jiu!"

The figure of Mu Rugui outside the sedan chair had gone away, and it was unknown if he heard his call.

Xia Chaosheng sighed, saw the still hot hand stove through the gap in the hijab, and laughed through his tears.

Although Uncle Jiu didn't talk much to him, his concern was hidden in the small details, which warmed his heart.

The sedan chair body swayed slightly, and it was the bearer who lifted the sedan chair and went to the palace.

With difficulty, Mu Rugui looked away from the sedan chair, and Hong Wu just happened to come in front of him.

"My lord, His Royal Highness really sent a bridal sedan chair, and it's right next to the side door of the Hou Mansion. The subordinates really saw it!" Hong Wu lowered his voice and asked anxiously, "My lord, what should we do?"

"Just at the side gate of the Hou Mansion?" Mu Rugui chewed on this sentence to himself, with mixed feelings in his heart.

The bridal sedan chair that Xia Chaosheng wanted to get on was the one, right?

Mu Rugui's lips pursed into a line: "Have you stopped it?"

"Stopped."

Mu Rugui gripped the reins tightly.

Xia Chaosheng was already sitting in his bridal sedan chair, even if it was a mistake, he didn't want him to leave.

Even if Xia Chaosheng resents him in the future, it's only today...just one day.

Mu Rugui thought sadly that Xia Chaosheng should have belonged to him on the day of great joy, even if it was just a day.

But God did not wish.

The bridal sedan went under the palace wall, and the crown prince in a happy attire hurried over with his entourage.

Mu Ruqi managed to scrape together a set of betrothal gifts that seemed to be acceptable, and led a disjointed welcoming team to stop in front of the palace's eight-carrying sedan chair.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Mu Ruqi rushed to Mu Rugui's horse: "Uncle Nine Emperors, please fulfill me and Chaosheng!"