Reborn as a King in the Hand

The shadow of the candle fluctuated with the wind, and Xia Chaosheng's figure seemed to turn into a candle, flickering in Mu Rugui's eyes.

His eyebrows are like ink, his face is like a peach blossom, and his slender waist is not full. He only glanced at Mu Rugui, and Mu Rugui was frozen in place, unable to look away.

Hong Wu and Hei Qi ran back dumbfounded, one of them grabbed Mu Rugui's arm, and forcibly pulled the Ninth Prince out of the bridal chamber.

Xia Hua, who was peeking from the side, laughed so hard that she couldn't stand upright, and entered the room with Qiu Chan, and took off the golden crown for Xia Chaosheng.

The golden crown worn by the man was extremely simple, but it still made Xia Zhaosheng's neck sore.

He rubbed the back of his neck, inhaling painfully.

Seeing this, Xia Hua joked, "Young Master, you can't stand a golden crown? When a woman gets married, the phoenix crown she wears is even heavier."

"It's really strange." He sat in front of the mirror, looking at Xia Hua with a smile on his face, "Listen to Qiu Chan, Xia Hua is already thinking about Feng Guan."

Immediately, two clusters of red clouds flew up on the maid's face, she stomped her feet and said in embarrassment: "Young Lord, slave...servant doesn't want to get married!"

"The servant girl will serve the young master for the rest of her life!"

When Xia Chaosheng heard this, his smile froze at the corner of his mouth, and he accidentally knocked the golden crown on the table to the ground, and the shining golden crown lost a corner.

Xia Hua and Qiu Chan screamed at the same time.

"Oh, what a nice golden crown..." The maids were heartbroken.

"If it's broken, it's broken." Xia Chaosheng waved his hands weakly while covering his heart.

He just remembered what happened to Xia Hua and Qiu Chan in his previous life, and he felt guilty.

When the handsome Xia Hua died, her head was in a different place, and the witty Qiu Chan sank in the well for several days before she was discovered.

"Young Lord?" Xia Hua asked Qiu Chan anxiously, not knowing why the blood on Xia Zhaosheng's face had faded, "Is the medicine ready?"

Qiu Chan didn't know, so she ran out the door, met the palace servants of the palace along the way, if they tried to stop her, she would push them away regardless.

In a short while, except for Mu Rugui who was at the wedding banquet, everyone in the palace heard that the young prince of Zhen Guohou's mansion was dissatisfied with the marriage and smashed the golden crown in the bridal chamber.

"I'm not in good health, so I'm afraid I can't do it now?" The palace maid who was guarding outside the bridal chamber waited for Qiu Chan to return to the bridal chamber with the soup, and whispered together.

"...That's right, like the prince, who would want to marry?"

"You dare to say that, don't you die?!"

"I'm not wrong... How many days does the prince stay in Beijing all year round? The young master is weak, so he must not be able to accompany the prince to go to war. When the time comes, the young master stays in the palace all year round. What is the difference between being a widow?"

"Ahem!" Hong Wu, who came over with the food, coughed in a low voice.

The maids scattered in panic.

"Go and receive the punishment yourself." On the day when the palace was overjoyed, Hong Wu didn't want to get angry, so he glanced at them coldly, then raised his hand and knocked on the door of the bridal chamber, "Young Lord, the Lord asked the subordinates to bring you some food." come."

All the food that Hong Wu sent was easy to digest, Xia Chaosheng picked and picked, and ate half full.

There was occasional commotion in the front yard.

He looked worriedly, and there were layers of courtyard walls, only the shadow of candles came into his eyes: "The prince is drunk?"

Hong Wu hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: "My lord...he has a very good drinker."

Even if the prince is not good at drinking, no one in Shangjing would dare to drink his alcohol.

After thinking about Guan Qiao, Xia Chaosheng couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips: "Let's prepare a bowl of hangover soup."

Hong Wu nodded in response, the heart that was suspended because of the maids' words slowly fell to the ground, and after a while, he quietly retreated outside, saw Hei Qibai squatting bored in the yard, pursed his lips and walked over.

"Why are you here?" Hong Wu frowned, "Where is the prince?"

"His Royal Highness Fifth Prince came to congratulate you in person, the front is short of manpower, the prince sent me to call you." Hei Qi spat out the blade of grass in his mouth, leaned in front of Hong Wu, and whispered, "Did you hear what they said? "

"What?"

"Little Marquis..."

"Speak carefully." Hei Qi just opened his mouth, but was interrupted by Hong Wu, "The maid is talking nonsense, and she can be punished. You and I are with the prince, how can we listen to rumors?"

"...Don't blame me for not reminding you, if this word reaches the ears of the prince, you will definitely feel better."

Hei Qi hurriedly begged for mercy: "I just casually listened to it on the way here, and I wouldn't take it seriously. You should hurry up and leave with me, the prince is waiting."

Hei Qi didn't take it seriously, let's not mention it for now, Xia Chaosheng also heard what the maids said.

He cleansed his face, took off his wedding dress, and saw Xia Hua and Qiu Chan's faces were stunned, he shook his head in a funny way: "What are you panicking about?"

Mu Rugui will always go to the battlefield. When he got married, he was mentally prepared.

In fact, he didn't need to make any mental preparations.

If it weren't for the peace in the nineteen counties of Jingye in the past few years, his father would have been fighting outside all year round.

Taking a step back, if he could be reborn back to an earlier time without taking the pills to change his physique, he would be the one who would inherit the title and continue to fight on the battlefield in the future.

Xia Chaosheng sighed faintly, wondering if he could still wear armor and go into battle in this life.

He was in a daze for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he suppressed the disappointment in his eyes: "Go and see, is the hangover soup for the prince ready?"

Xia Hua went out as she said, and when she came back, she already had a bowl of sober soup in her hand.

"Let's warm it on the stove."

Xia Chaosheng wrinkled his nose and sniffed, feeling that the hangover soup smelled even worse than his own medicine, so he immediately hid on the wedding couch holding his nose.

He didn't let the maid continue to accompany him, but took a jade hairpin casually, and picked out the wick of the red candle with his chin.

Picking and picking, Xia Chaosheng's eyes were covered with a red shadow, and after a while, he fell asleep lying on the table with his arms under his head.

When Mu Rugui returned to the bridal chamber, what he saw was Xia Chaosheng sleeping soundly on the table.

He slept uncomfortably, shaking his head from time to time, like a young animal looking for a comfortable environment, whimpering and talking in his sleep.

Mu Rugui listened attentively, and after hearing a soft "Nine Uncle", he hurried over and hugged Xia Chaosheng horizontally.

Xia Chaosheng opened his eyes slowly, and with difficulty saw the man who was holding him clearly, then took the initiative to hook Mu Rugui's neck, and called out in difficulty, "Uncle Nine."

Mu Rugui's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and by the light of the shattered red candle, he placed Xia Chaosheng on the wedding couch.

He closed his eyes, lay obediently on his side, and twisted his body a few times, as if to check whether there were peanuts and longan that had not been cleaned up on the bed. After checking, he immediately softened and rolled into the bedding comfortably.

Mu Rugui's eyes dimmed quickly, and he leaned over impatiently to get close to Xia Chaosheng. His eyes lingered for a moment on his flushed cheeks and neck like suet jade, and then quickly moved away in embarrassment. Only his breath lingered on Xia Chaosheng for a long time. Lips, refused to disperse.

Xia Chaosheng was somewhat awake, but he didn't have the courage to open his eyes.

He had never experienced a bridal chamber wedding night in his previous life, so even if he had been with Mu Rugui for thirty years after his death, he was still at a loss.

He first felt the breath close at hand, blood dripped from the base of his ears, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he felt that Uncle Jiu would kiss him.

But what Xia Chaosheng didn't expect was that the familiar breath suddenly moved away, and the sound of panicked footsteps rang in his ears - Mu Rugui actually took a few steps back fiercely, standing in front of the wedding couch, panting.

So Xia Chaosheng could only pretend to wake up, and opened his eyes suddenly.

The red candle had burned more than half, and the luxuriant light illuminated Mu Rugui's eyes.

There was a faint smell of alcohol in the bridal chamber.

Hong Wu was right, Mu Rugui didn't look like he was drinking, he only smelled of alcohol on his clothes.

Xia Zhaosheng hugged the quilt and sat up rustlingly. Feeling embarrassed to look directly into Mu Rugui's eyes, he hooked his finger on Uncle Jiu's sleeve: "The hangover soup has been prepared, Uncle Jiu, drink some."

Mu Rugui nodded sullenly, picked up the warm hangover soup, and drank it down in one gulp.

Silence spread in the bridal chamber again.

It's not that they have nothing to say... Xia Chaosheng has a lot to say to Uncle Jiu, and Mu Rugui also has a lot to say to him.

It's a pity that one of them was nervous, and the other was used to keeping their words in their hearts. After a long time, they didn't open their mouths.

"Nine……"

"you……"

Xia Chaosheng froze for a moment, and the nervousness just now dissipated completely.

He's married in, so what's there to be nervous about?

Xia Chaosheng plucked up his courage and opened his arms to Mu Rugui: "Uncle Jiu, you can hug me now."

After drinking the quilt wine and toasting at the banquet, Xi Niang will never stop them from getting close.

Mu Rugui's whole body was shaken, and he took three steps in parallel to shorten the distance he had opened just now, and sprayed his hoarse breath on Xia Chaosheng's cheek again.

...and froze again.

Xia Chaosheng raised his eyelids helplessly, and found a trace of hesitation on the face of Uncle Jiu who was so close at hand.

He stretched out his hand amusedly, pressed the scar between Mu Rugui's eyebrows, and asked softly, "How did you get hurt?"

"...Accidentally." Talking about scars, Mu Rugui was no longer nervous, and Xia Chaosheng pulled him onto the wedding couch unknowingly, and the two sat side by side, talking in a low voice.

"I almost hurt my eyes, how can I be careless?"

"Arrow feathers...just sweep away."

Xia Chaosheng kept stroking the scar between Mu Rugui's eyebrows with his fingertips in distress.

A gleam flashed in Mu Rugui's eyes, and before he could stop, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing his bruised arms.

As expected, Xia Chaosheng rushed over and stroked tremblingly.

Mu Rugui started rolling up his trousers again.

Xia Chaosheng... Xia Chaosheng didn't touch it this time, he raised his head, no longer hesitated, and went directly to it.

One touch away.

The warm touch is softer than the spring breeze, and the Hequn wine that he drank earlier seemed to suddenly burn in Mu Rugui's body.

The Ninth Prince of Daliang dazedly touched the corner of his mouth that Xia Chaosheng had touched, and stretched out his hand tentatively, his rough fingers running along his cheeks, and the confusion and incomprehension in his eyes were finally replaced by flickering lights.

Mu Rugui pressed Xia Chaosheng's back neck, and firmly embedded him in his arms.

"My..." Mu Rugui's voice was hoarse, he kept tightening and loosening his arms, clumsily confirming his existence, "My..."

"Chaosheng, in Youyun, what you snatch is your own."

Xia Chaosheng raised his head Xunsheng and let out a lazily "hmm".

"I snatched you from the prince." Mu Rugui blew out the red candle in front of the couch, darkened his courage, and the hand that was silent on the back of Xia Chaosheng's neck dared to touch his earlobe, "It's mine. "

"...I won't pay it back."

Mu Rugui took advantage of the night to show his possessiveness carefully in front of Xia Chaosheng, and as soon as he showed his dark thoughts, he dared not speak again.

Shallow breathing lingered in Mu Rugui's ear, it was Xia Chaosheng who was smiling.

He said, "Okay, I remember."

"Uncle Jiu, but... don't break your promise."

Mu Rugui was shocked by Xia Chaosheng's words, and when he held his cheeks, he stumbled and pulled the hair hanging on his shoulders.

Xia Chao groaned in pain, but Mu Rugui couldn't bear it any longer, skipped the simple taste, and went straight for the long drive.

After the kiss was over, Xia Zhao leaned on the wedding couch panting angrily, his undershirt slipped down his shoulders, revealing his gleaming white shoulders.

Before he could reach out to take off his clothes, Mu Rugui stretched out his hands and wrapped him in a long quilt.

"Ninth Uncle?"

"Have a good rest." Mu Rugui groped to cover Xia Chaosheng's eyes with his hands, "Your body..."

His body couldn't stand the bridal chamber at all.

Xia Chaosheng was silent for a long time, then let out a muffled "Mm", wrapped in the quilt, and leaned over to Mu Rugui's side with great effort, gently rubbing his head on Uncle Jiu's shoulder.

Mu Rugui stiffly extended his arms to give him a pillow.

Xia Chaosheng found a comfortable position on his own, put his cold hand out from under the quilt, quietly hooked Mu Rugui's fingers, and then closed his eyes contentedly.

Silence spread on the couch, Xia Zhaosheng's breathing gradually became steady, but Mu Rugui who was holding his hand suddenly turned over, forbearance and trembling leaned forward——

On the second day, Mu Rugui woke up early, first squeezed Xia Chaosheng's hand to confirm that he was indeed by his side, then silently raised the corners of his lips, his eyes lingered for a moment on his slightly swollen lips, and then moved away.

Mu Rugui got up quietly, changed into a fresh outfit, and walked into the courtyard.

Both Red Five and Black Seven are in the courtyard.

"My lord."

"Shut up." Mu Rugui raised his hand to stop the attendant's words, walked out of the yard, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Hei Qi hurriedly said: "My lord, the person who will take care of the young master has been selected, take a look?"

Mu Ru answered the wrong question: "Go and receive the punishment yourself."

Black Seven: "?"

"What did you call him just now?" Mu Rugui looked at Hei Qi coldly.

"Subordinate...subordinate..."

"My lord, the little marquis is not a woman." Seeing that Hei Qi was sweating profusely, Hong Wu couldn't bear it, and reminded softly, "It seems inappropriate to call her a princess."

Mu Rugui frowned: "Really?"

"...Why didn't he marry me as the princess?"

In Mu Rugui's heart, it doesn't matter whether the princess is a man or a woman, what matters is Xia Chaosheng.

This title is more like a promise that Xia Chaosheng will never leave him again.

"If he doesn't want to, you don't want to call him. In front of this king, he is the princess." Mu Rugui made the final decision, "Hei Qi, I will be punished."

Black Seven: "..."

When Hong Wu heard the words, he smiled and reminded: "My lord, it's getting late, you and... Princess Wang are going to the palace to meet His Majesty today."

Mu Rugui nodded, turned around and walked into the house.

Those servants who were singled out to serve Xia Chaosheng saluted together.

Mu Rugui didn't look sideways, and when he glanced at a person's face from the corner of his eye, he paused slightly, then frowned, always feeling a little weird in his heart.

But Mu Rugui didn't think about it, until he returned to the house and saw Xia Chaosheng leaning on the bed in a daze, reaching out to him, he suddenly felt a little familiar.

It seems...the eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar.

"Ninth Uncle?"

Mu Ru returned to his senses, and naturally grabbed Xia Chaosheng's waist, and lifted him from the bed: "The servants in the Hou's mansion are at your disposal."

"Including Red Five and Black Seven?" He regained consciousness, followed the heat source, and moved his face towards Uncle Jiu.

That was Mu Rugui's personal entourage, Xia Chaosheng just asked casually, and didn't really want to send Red Five and Black Seven, but Mu Rugui replied seriously: "Yes."

Then he paused: "Hei Qi has selected some attendants, do you want to go and have a look?"

"No need." Xia Chaosheng saw Xia Hua and Qiu Chan standing in front of the door, and shook his head, "I don't like the noise of people."

Mu Rugui nodded obediently.

He also doesn't like crowds.

So Xia Yu, who got the hint from the prince, waited for the other attendants to leave, still waiting bitterly in the cold wind.

He didn't know that Mu Rugui and Xia Chaosheng were already on their way into the palace, and they were still recalling what the prince said when they found him.

"Your eyebrows and eyes... are seven or eight points similar to the little lord of Zhen Guohou's mansion. You must not be willing to live such a hard life now, right?"

Xia Yuwu tightly clenched the jade pendant hidden in the sleeve cage, the word "Xia" was faintly engraved on it.

Xia Yu didn't know how the crown prince found out about his life experience, but he understood that His Highness the crown prince had pointed out a clear path - he was the best substitute for Xia Chaosheng.

Xia Chaosheng didn't want to marry the Ninth Prince, but he did.

For the sake of glory and wealth, he can pretend to love Mu Rugui more than anyone else.

Mu Rugui... probably also interested in him as a substitute, right?

The author has something to say: I went to bed too early yesterday and didn’t see any comments... The cover picture was arranged by me, maybe it’s because of the size problem, the small picture can’t be seen clearly. It looks really good! ! ! ! ! ! !If there is no wb, I will post the original picture for everyone to see! ! ! ! ! !

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