Reborn as a King in the Hand

Xia Chaosheng didn't know that he would have a few more coffins for Chongxi, and he was still immersed in a drowsy dream.

In the dream, he was still Mu Ruqi's male empress, and was pressed to the ground by several palace servants, opened his jaw, and swallowed the pill.

The man he had liked was standing in front of Fengxi Palace, his bright yellow dragon robe was stained with blood from his arm cut by the palace servants when he struggled.

The star-like light swayed behind him, it was the prison-like bedroom in the palace city, and the continuous lights came out.

"Chaosheng, I don't like you riding a horse, I don't like your archery, I... only like you by my side."

In the dream, Xia Chaosheng raised his head and laughed loudly, "You're lying!"

He is the young master of Zhen Guohou's mansion. He has been with the prince who has not yet ascended the throne for five years. On which day does he not ride a horse or shoot an arrow?

But today, Mu Ruqi said "I don't like it anymore".

She said she just wanted him by her side.

It's all lies!

Xia Chaosheng laughed maniacally, and as he struggled, the fiery red clothes turned into blazing flames in the lamplight.

Seeing this, the palace man who suppressed him gritted his teeth and exerted force, like several high mountains, pinning him to the ground.

Then, Mu Ruqi's calm voice sounded again: "Feed another one."

The cold tea was splashed in front of Xia Zhaosheng, and he was forced to swallow the second pill.

The bitter taste spread on the back of his tongue. He raised his thin face, stared at Mu Ruqi, and asked sharply, "Why didn't you kill me when you killed me in the Hou family? Could it be that just because I resemble him a little bit, why don't you kill me?" I can't bear to..."

Another bowl of cold water was poured on——

Xia Chaosheng woke up from the dream.

Qiu Chan, who was dozing off in front of the couch, heard the noise, hurriedly wiped the drool on her cheeks with her sleeve, and got up in a panic: "Master, madam, the young master is awake!"

Zhen Guohou's mansion fell into chaos in an instant.

Xia Rongshan, Marquis of Zhenguo, hurried over with his wife, Mrs. Pei.

Mrs. Pei saw Xia Chaosheng, and she shed tears before saying anything, holding the handkerchief and pressing the corners of her eyes: "It's mother's fault, mother should not hit you..."

Xia Chaosheng cleared his throat, remembering that he was like this in his previous life, he woke up once and passed out for seven days.

At that time, Mrs. Pei came to see him in a panic, but he was full of heart but Mu Ruqi was alone. He even ignored his parents' pleadings. Kneeling in front of him, he fell off his horse before he even got to the front of the hall, and he fell until he was breathless.

It was this fall that frightened King Liang.

Several generations of Zhen Guohou's mansion have been single-handedly passed down. If Xia Chaosheng really died because of the gift of marriage, everyone in the world will think that it was King Liang who messed up the mandarin ducks and cut off the incense of Zhen Guohou.

So Liang Wang drew up an imperial edict overnight and re-designated the marriage, allowing Xia Chaosheng to marry into the East Palace as he wished.

However, the Zhen Guohou's Mansion also angered King Liang because of this, and gradually declined. By the time Mu Ruqi ascended the throne, the Hou Mansion had become a luxurious shell on the surface.

Xia Chaosheng's eyes once again filled with blood-colored rain, his heart suddenly felt cramped, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood. Amid Mrs. Pei's crying, he struggled to get up: "Mother, don't cry."

"You have become like this, how can mother not cry?" Mrs. Pei did not dare to touch him again, and sat carefully in front of the couch, "You know, these days, mother..."

"Hmph!" Mrs. Pei was interrupted by a heavy cold snort in the middle of her sentence.

Xia Chaosheng raised his head, looked at Xia Rongshan with a hint of concern, his heart was sour, and he just pretended not to know: "Father."

In his previous life, he didn't even see his father's last face.

"Birth?" Mrs. Pei saw Xia Chaosheng's eyes overflowing with tears, and hurriedly hugged him in her arms, "Mother is here, don't be afraid...Mother is here!"

Xia Chaosheng bit his lower lip hard, the smell of blood stimulated his nerves.

He is really back.

Xia Chaosheng tremblingly stretched out his hand, wrapped his arms around Mrs. Pei's waist, and choked up, "Mother..."

Xia Rongshan, who was sitting by the side, looked at it coldly for a while, but finally couldn't help it, and coughed heavily again.

Mrs. Pei Quan pretended not to hear, and hugged Xia Chaosheng and cried, but Xia Chaosheng calmed down, glanced at his irritable father, and couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips.

His father has galloped on the battlefield for twenty years, and admires Mu Rugui's black armored cavalry.

It was precisely because of this trace of "appreciation" that Xia Chaosheng became suspicious, thinking that his father was going to force him to marry Mu Rugui.

So after he married into the East Palace, he never returned home.

On the day of the accident in the Hou Mansion, he was locked in Fengqi Palace.

Without Mu Ruqi's order, no one dared to let him out.

He could only hammer the closed palace door again and again, until his hands were covered with blood, until he was exhausted, until the crimson sunset ignited in the sky.

Then the torrential rain poured down, and reddish mist rose from Miyagi.

It was the blood of his parents, the blood of his clan.

Since then, the magnificent palace has become Xia Chaosheng's tomb.

He carried the lives of 98 members of the family on his back.

He is a sinner of the Xia family.

"Father." Now, Xia Chaosheng would not allow such a thing to happen again, he let go of the hand around Mrs. Pei's waist, and honestly admitted his mistake, "The child is not filial, so you are worried."

Xia Rongshan had a stern face, not angry and pretentious.

Marquis Zhen Guo was born with a handsome face, but if he squinted his eyes, it would scare a child to tears.

Mrs. Pei immediately quit, crying and shouting: "What are you doing? You have to scare my darling into sickness before you stop?"

The majestic Zhen Guohou hurriedly hugged Jiao Didi's wife and explained eagerly: "I didn't want to scare him, I..."

"You still say, you still say!" Mrs. Pei hugged Xia Chaosheng's waist, sobbing, "I believe that the Ninth Prince is a good man only because I believed your nonsense!... But look at the front of the Hou Mansion, What are those?!"

In the previous life, after Xia Chaosheng woke up again, he rode directly to the Jinluan Hall. Now he heard his parents quarreling, only then did he know that Mu Rugui had sent something to the Hou's mansion, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and asked curiously: "What is it?"

Mrs. Pei was crying happily, and regardless of Xia Rongshan's obstruction, she put her hips on her hips and scolded: "My son just woke up, and the Ninth Prince sent so many coffins, what's his intention?"

After hearing this, Xia Chaosheng couldn't hold back, and sprayed out the medicine in front of the whole room.

Mrs. Pei immediately shook the veil, screamed and hugged him: "My dear, don't be angry!"

"...You don't want to marry, and mother doesn't want you to marry either!"

"...Don't be afraid of your father! With your mother backing you up, even if you want to marry the Heavenly King..."

Hearing this, Xia Rongshan coughed violently.

This time it's not pretending, it's really choking.

"Ma'am, please relax." After coughing, Zhen Guohou pulled his wife to his side with a headache, "Ninth Prince certainly has no bad intentions."

"No bad intentions?" Mrs. Pei stared at Xia Rongshan's ears with red eyes when she heard the words, "Say it again? The coffin has been delivered to the door of the Hou's mansion. You think he has no bad intentions?"

The majestic Marquis of a country was picked up by his wife's ears in public. Not only did his face not blush, but he also bowed his head in accordance with his wife's force: "Madam is right, I didn't expect him to act so... so surly."

Mrs. Pei, who was dizzy with anger, was comforted, and let go with a soft hum.

It was good luck for her to prepare birthday materials for her son, but it was bad luck for others to prepare birthday materials!

"Listen to me!" Mrs. Pei sat down in front of the couch again, and said angrily, "I don't agree to this marriage!"

"lady……"

"Mother." Xia Chaosheng finished drinking the medicine due to the quarrel between his parents, and handed the medicine bowl to Xia Hua who was waiting at the side, "You go and have a rest, it won't be good if you cry and get sick."

Mrs. Pei was taken aback for a moment, being moved by his coaxing, she didn't dare to leave.

She carefully looked into Xia Zhaosheng's eyes: "Son, tell your mother the truth, do you still want to kneel in front of the Golden Luan Hall?"

Before Xia Chao fell ill, it was not that he had never used such an excuse to escape from the private meeting between the Hou Mansion and the Prince, so Mrs. Pei could not believe his words.

"Mother..." Xia Chaosheng was about to shake his head, but when he met his mother's suspicious gaze, he said another way: "I just want to go, but my body doesn't allow it."

While speaking, he punched his mouth and coughed continuously.

Xia Rongshan and Mrs. Pei relaxed slightly.

Whatever the reason, it's better not to go.

"Don't worry about giving birth. The imperial physicians sent by the palace have been staying in the Hou's Mansion recently." Mrs. Pei touched his pale and thin cheeks distressedly, and coaxed softly, "When your bones are well, mother will accompany you to ride a horse, okay?" good?"

Xia Chaosheng had a sore nose, and held Mrs. Pei's hand with red eyes: "Okay."

Mrs. Pei pressed the handkerchief to the corner of her eyes again, wiped away the overflowing tears, and then dragged Zhen Guohou, who obviously still had something to say, to leave Xia Chaosheng's bedroom.

The gray flowing gold yarn moved without wind, Xia Chaosheng barely propped up his upper body, looked up at the gold-painted carved mahogany window in the corner.

The corner of Mrs. Pei's light blue clothes hurriedly brushed past, like a butterfly slowly closing its wings.

Although he couldn't hear Mrs. Pei's words, he could imagine that his mother must be pinching his father's ears and muttering endlessly, and he could naturally imagine that his father put his face down countless times and hugged his mother to warm his voice beg for mercy.

Xia Chaosheng had watched similar scenes countless times since he was a child, and thought that all couples in the world are so loving, until he met Mu Ruqi, until he married into the East Palace, until he found out that he was just a substitute...

He broke all his pride in Fengqi Palace, only then did he realize that the love he was looking forward to was like a moon in the water, a flower in a mirror to others, and even if it really existed, it was less than a ten-thousandth of the power.

His nails dug into his palm suddenly, and the smile faded from the corner of his lips.

"Xia Hua." Xia Chaosheng called the maid in purple.

Xia Hua is the son of a family member in the Hou Mansion, who has served Xia Chaosheng since childhood and is his most trusted maid.

"Young Master." Xia Hua followed the sound into the room, knelt down in front of the couch respectfully, with lowered eyes, "What orders do you have?"

Xia Zhaosheng took a breath, and slid his slender fingers on the quilt twice, Xia Hua had already handed over a warm hand stove.

He took it in surprise: "It's not winter yet, how did you find the stove?"

"It was just placed in the storeroom. The servants saw it and brought it." Xia Hua replied quickly, "Young Master was drenched in the rain a few days ago, and the cold in his body has not completely cleared. It is just right to hold the stove at this time."

Xia Chaosheng pursed his lips and remained silent.

He was afraid of the cold, not only because he was drenched in the rain and the cold was to the bones, but also because he took the pills that changed his physique and turned into a sick child.

And the hand stove placed in the warehouse must be stored in the innermost place before winter comes.Xia Hua was able to hand the hand stove into his arms at this time, presumably he had been rummaging in the warehouse for a few days, before he woke up, everything was prepared, just in case.

Xia Chaosheng didn't expose Xia Hua's white lie, he smiled slightly: "Thank you."

Xia Hua's expression changed slightly, she knelt down on the ground, and made a big salute: "The slave girl does not ask the young master to change his mind, but only asks the young master to put his own body and his wife first, and stop doing things that hurt oneself and others. matter!"

Xia Hua didn't mention "Prince", but mentioned "Prince" every word.

Xia Chao's crow-like eyelashes trembled slightly, and he took a breath: "I understand what you said."

Xia Hua thought he was perfunctory, raised her head hastily, and two lines of tears rolled down her cheeks: "Young Lord, slave..."

"I really understand." Xia Chaosheng stretched out his hand funny, and patted her on the shoulder, "Help me go to the mansion to have a look."

"In front of the mansion?" Xia Hua was slightly startled, not understanding what he meant.

Xia Chaosheng hugged the hand stove and let out a sigh of relief: "Ninth... Ninth Prince sent something to our mansion, no matter what it is, it is always a heart, you go and see for me."

A look of surprise flashed in Xia Hua's eyes, knowing that Xia Chaosheng's move represented the attitude of the Marquis Mansion towards the marriage, so she immediately got up from the ground and said, "Young servant, let's go and see!"

At the same time, Xia Rongshan, who walked out of the Hou's mansion, turned pale with anger from the black coffin that rushed towards him.

However, Hei Qi, the confidant of the Ninth Prince, came up with a coffin on his back, and smiled harmlessly: "Greetings to Lord Hou."

Xia Rongshan fell upside down and held the hand of the servant beside him so as not to fall to the ground: "Where is your prince?"

Hei Qi snorted, put the coffin on the ground, clapped his hands and replied: "The prince has entered the palace."

"...Before the prince left, he specially instructed me to send the best birthday materials in Shangjing to the Hou's mansion, so as to wish the young master good health!"

Xia Rongshan's eyes turned black when he heard it, and he trembled for a long time before he gritted his teeth and saluted and thanked him. At the same time, he thought, Madam is always right.

... The Ninth Prince is not a good match for my son!