Reborn as a King in the Hand

Xia Hua left in a hurry, and soon returned to Xia Chaosheng with a strange expression on her face.

"Young master..." She hesitated to speak.

"Huh?" Xia Chaosheng held the stove in his hand, saw her expression, and his heart became clear, "Did you see the coffin?"

Xia Hua nodded, knelt in front of the couch, said after deliberation: "Master Hou is watching...not very happy."

She said it implicitly, in fact, why is Zhen Guohou unhappy?

Zhen Guohou was about to die of anger.

Xia Rongshan's fondness for the Ninth Prince was abruptly worn away by the coffin.

On the other hand, Hei Qi, not only was not afraid of Zhen Guohou's dark complexion, but also boasted in front of the coffin he carried, saying that the coffin was made of golden nanmu, double-layered inside and out, and inlaid with night pearls.

"Come, come, Lord Hou, I'll open the coffin for you to see." Hei Qi squatted on the ground courteously, and pushed the coffin lid easily with both hands.

Zhen Guohou was so angry that he cared about the face of the Ninth Prince, so he didn't scold Hei Qi face to face, but after Hei Qi left, Xia Hua could hear his angry roar from a long distance away.

"Young Lord..." Xia Hua's thoughts rolled over and over again, not knowing how to evaluate the Ninth Prince, she simply reached out to tuck Xia Chaosheng's quilt.

Since she was young, she practiced swordsmanship with the master in the Hou's mansion, and she has extraordinary kung fu. No matter how cold it is, her hands are still warm, so when her fingertips touched Xia Chaosheng's five fingers, it was as if they had touched ice.

Xia Hua's nose was sore, thinking of the appearance of the little Marquis before he fell ill, her eyes turned red: "You don't have to worry about the marriage from the Holy Majesty anymore. In my opinion, Marquis will go to His Majesty to intercede for you."

"Pleading?" He moved his stiff fingers and shook his head slowly, "Go and tell father, no matter what His Majesty says, don't take the initiative to mention my marriage when you go to court."

Xia Hua couldn't hide her shock when she heard the words, and blurted out: "Young Lord, you really don't want to marry His Highness the Crown Prince?"

One must know that a few days ago, Xia Chaosheng was still crying and clamoring for Marquis Zhen Guo to intercede with His Majesty!

Looking at the half-closed window, Xia Chaosheng raised the corners of his lips, and a half-bright light flashed in his eyes: "What do you think?"

Xia Hua knew that she had made a slip of the tongue, and hastily knelt down in front of the couch: "Slaves...slaves should not mention His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"What are you panicking about?" Xia Chaosheng withdrew his gaze and leaned lazily on the cushion, "You're right, get up."

His long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, if not for the trembling eyelashes, he would have fallen into a deep sleep.

Seeing that Xia Chaosheng didn't look angry, Xia Hua secretly breathed a sigh of relief, got up and lightly lit the incense burner beside the bed.

"Even you are asking that..." A clear voice suddenly came from behind the maid.

Xia Chaosheng's voice was low and soft, like lingering spring rain, with a gurgling smile like spring water.

"Even you ask that, let alone His Majesty?"

Xia Hua's fingertips trembled, and a small piece of incense ash landed on her fingertips, but she didn't feel any pain. When Qiu Chan's footsteps came from outside the house, she exclaimed: "Young Master, this is..."

"Don't you understand what I mean?" Xia Chaosheng blinked at her, "Or do you think His Majesty will allow His Highness the Crown Prince to marry a dying man?"

Xia Hua's whole body shook, and in a blink of an eye, she vaguely understood the meaning of Xia Chaosheng's words.

If the King of Liang knew that the Xia Dynasty was going to die soon, he would never agree to his marriage into the East Palace.

Because the future emperor of Daliang must not marry a dying person.

But she still didn't believe that Xia Chaosheng had completely let go of His Highness the Crown Prince, and couldn't help but probe: "What you said just now, the servants will tell the Lord Hou in detail, but... But His Highness the Crown Prince is still kneeling in front of the Golden Luan Hall!"

"...Little Lord, have you really made up your mind?"

Xia Chaosheng let out a short chuckle as if he heard some big joke.

Could it be that the fate of the former family's ruined family can't make him make up his mind?

"Xia Hua, remember, he kneeled not for me." Xia Chaosheng closed his eyes, gray-gold light spots danced in front of his eyes, as agile as the dragon carved on the royal road in front of the Golden Luan Hall, "He kneeled just for the sake of me." It’s all about getting the support of the Marquis of Zhen Guo’s Mansion to consolidate his crown prince position.”

"Young Master..." Xia Hua showed an unbearable expression on her face, "This servant knows."

Xia Chaosheng murmured to himself: "Furthermore, I have accompanied His Highness the Crown Prince to and from Taixue for five years, and His Majesty will not be ignorant of my friendship with him."

"But His Majesty still gave me to the Ninth Prince..."

What does Liang Wang intend to do?

"Forget it, you go find my father." Xia Chaosheng was tired, and lay on the couch weakly shaking his wrist.

I was useless in the previous life, so I will waste my mind in this life.

He dared not take a wrong step.

"Yes, servant girl is going now." Xia Hua took the order and went away, pulling away Qiu Chan, who was screaming and wanting to enter the house, "Little Hou Ye rested."

Qiu Cha sighed: "I haven't finished the medicine yet."

Xia Chaosheng had to drink five or six different decoctions a day, so he couldn't be careless.

"Let's talk about it after the young master wakes up." Xia Hua pursed her lips and shook her head, "Follow me to find Master Hou."

"Is it the order of the young master?" Qiu Chan's eyes widened, and she kicked the stone beside her feet in embarrassment, "It's broken, Master Hou is losing his temper in the wife's room... say, say the Ninth Prince..."

As a maid, Qiu Chan didn't dare to say the latter words, she could only complain in a low voice: "For His Majesty's gift of marriage, Lord Hou persuaded Madam to appease her anger, but in the blink of an eye, it was reversed."

"It's so strange, who is this Ninth Prince?...Our young master will not suffer every day when he marries into the palace, right?"

Mu Rugui didn't know that his reputation in Zhen Guohou's mansion was completely ruined.

He tightened the reins, watching the long silver stream flowing from the imperial city.

Xuanjia cavalry ran into Jinwuwei.

The leader of the Jinwu Guard got off his horse, and the heavy armor on his body gleamed bitterly.

He saluted respectfully: "Lord Nine!"

Mu Rugui sat firmly on the horseback, his eyes hidden behind the visor revealed two points of coldness.

"Where are you going?"

"If you go back to the prince, we will go to Zhen Guohou's mansion to visit Lord Xia under the order of His Royal Highness." Jin Wuwei bowed his hands sideways and respectfully made way, "The prince will go first."

The silver torrent spread to both sides, and the Jinwu guards got off their horses and knelt down on one knee: "My lord goes first!"

Mu Rugui tightened his grip on the rein.

Behind him is the Zhenguohou's Mansion with piles of birthday materials in front of the door, and it is also a prosperous capital that can't be seen from Shangjing.

The setting sun sinks into the twilight, and the cold wind wanders in the chaotic world.

Winter in Beijing is coming.

Xuanjia Iron Cavalry passed through the Jinwu Guard.

As dusk fell, the silver dragon sank into the bottom of the sea, and a small wave appeared in the gradually dimming sky.

The sound of iron hooves went away, but Mu Rugui didn't look back.

But he knew that the Hou Mansion, which avoided him, would open the door for the Jinwu Guard.

Just like Xia Chaosheng, it was never him who was on his mind.

"Let's go." Mu Rugui's war horse let out a long, puzzled cry. It didn't understand why the owner, who was so eager to return home, wanted to run counter to his destination.

But it ran obediently, riding the wind and twilight, and sent Mu Rugui to the front of the imperial city.

The endless palace lanterns burn blazingly in front of the palace, linking the sky full of stars and merging into the Nine Heavens Milky Way.

Black clouds billowed in the sky, and the last ray of red sunset coated Mu Rugui's black armor with a hot golden glow.

The guard who had been waiting for a long time with the palace people and the soft sedan knelt down and shouted: "Congratulations to the prince for his victory!"

Mu Rugui got off his horse, looked directly at the guard, and said in a hoarse voice, "Take off the armor for me."

The internal guard didn't dare to be negligent, got up in a hurry, took a handkerchief to clean his hands, and then bowed to Mu Rugui's side: "Your Majesty, your Majesty learned that your leg disease has relapsed, and specially sent a servant to give you a soft sedan chair."

"Thank you, brother, for the reward." Mu Rugui pressed the visor with his slender fingers, revealing his dark eyes, staring closely at the eunuch who removed the armor for him.

How obedient the internal guard is, he immediately understood what he meant, hurriedly handed the unloaded Xuanjia to the maid behind him, and turned around in a hurry, seeing Mu Rugui's figure was about to melt into the night, and his posture was slightly jerky as he walked Beads of sweat rolled down continuously from the corner of his forehead: "Your Majesty, the soft sedan chair is your Majesty's order!"

Hearing this, Mu Rugui stopped abruptly, tilted his head and looked at the inner guard calmly, his cold eyes were as fierce as the spear he had just unloaded.

The internal guard only felt that what he was facing was not the noble prince of Daliang, but a bloodthirsty jackal in the wilderness, his face was pale, he was sweating like a waterfall, and he forgot to even beg for mercy.

The chilly wind rolled up the corner of Mu Rugui's robe.

He slowly lowered his eyes, paused for a moment on his right leg, and then quickly moved away: "I will explain to Brother Huang."

After saying that, he ignored the eunuchs and maids behind him and allowed them to chase after him profusely with soft sedan chairs, and his figures were quickly submerged in the shadow of the palace wall.

In front of the Golden Luan Hall, there was complete silence.

The Jinwu Guard with the sword lit the lamps at the four corners of the palace, and the golden dragon on the imperial road in front of the palace shone brightly in the firelight.

Mu Rugui came from the Meridian Gate, his figure was reflected on the ground, pulled by the strong wind, like a Shura.

The eunuchs and maids in front of the Jinluan Hall, except for the Jin Wuwei, all knelt down on the ground.

In front of the Golden Luan Hall, a person who shouldn't appear - the prince, Mu Ruqi.

The wind stopped for a moment.

I don't know which palace lantern in the hand of the palace man burst out a flower, awakening the night that was as silent as the deep sea.

Mu Ruqi's eyebrows twitched, and a ferocious shadow was cast in front of his eyes - that was Shura, an evil ghost, and an innocent soul who wanted his life.

He trembled uncontrollably, and fear surged like a tide, completely submerging him.

In fact, Mu Rugui just passed him by.

An elderly maid with delicate features walked out of the Golden Luan Hall: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty has been waiting for you for a long time."

Following her words, the Jinwu Guards retreated in unison, making way for one person to pass through.

Mu Rugui stepped forward calmly, and the moment he stepped into the Golden Luan Hall, a reminder from the maid came to his ears: "Your Majesty, don't annoy the Crown Prince."

He paused slightly and nodded his tense jaw.

And King Liang, who was sitting on the dragon chair, couldn't wait to come over, held Mu Rugui's hands, and said kindly: "The ninth brother should go back to the palace to rest first, but I am really worried about your injury." , you have to take a look to rest assured."

Mu Rugui thanked him indifferently, knelt down at His Highness, and waited for King Liang's next words.

The king of Liang's drunken man's intention was not to drink.

If you are really worried about his injury, you can send the imperial physician to the palace. There is no need to let him come to the Golden Luan Hall to see the prince kneeling in front of the hall.

Sure enough, after a brief exchange of greetings, King Liang coughed lightly, and the maid beside him understood, holding the sealed imperial decree in both hands, and walked slowly to Mu Rugui.

"I know you like Xia Rongshan's kid." Liang Wang recalled with a smile, "I also like that kid very much...he has lived in the palace for five years, and he has made me and the Queen Mother happy."

"...This is my imperial decree for marriage, you can take it now."

Mu Rugui bowed his head and remained silent, neither accepting the imperial edict nor getting up.

Liang Wang was a little embarrassed, he was silent for a while, and said again: "My prince is not as weak as the crown, and his temperament is uncertain. Kneeling in front of the palace is just a show, and he doesn't really want to fight against you. Ninth brother, don't worry about it with the younger generation. .”

"...I, I think you are the most important thing."

Mu Rugui turned into a stubborn stone and remained motionless.

King Liang couldn't hold back, got up and walked in front of him: "Ninth brother, what do you want, just say it, I have given you permission, and I will reward you for your contribution to the country's security!"

The courtiers in the Jinluan Hall followed Liang Wang's words and knelt down one after another. Only Mu Rugui, even when he knelt on the ground, was as straight as a green pine. Under the robe, it looks like a dormant dragon in the deep sea.

Liang Wangwu's heart palpitated, but he heard Mu Rugui say: "My brother is terrified."

"...But I beg the emperor to take back his life."

"What did you say?!"

Mu Ruqi knelt in front of the Golden Luan Hall in a daze. Although his whole body was illuminated by the lights as bright as day, there was still that bloody figure lingering in front of his eyes.

That was his ninth uncle, Mu Rugui.

Everything was silent, and the sound of creaking and colliding echoed in front of the Golden Luan Hall.

There are no mice in front of the Golden Luan Hall, only a terrified prince.

"No... don't kill me..." He fell into a demonic barrier, said words that no one could understand and no one could understand, and hugged his arm tightly.

At this moment, the heavy palace door of the Golden Luan Hall opened again.

The maid sent Mu Rugui out who said nothing, but the Jin Wuwei respectfully avoided him.

Mu Rugui had his hands behind his back, two red lights were reflected in his dark pupils, like a bloodthirsty monster meeting Mu Ruqi's terrified eyes through the cold wind.

"Ninth Prince—!"

There was a sudden exclamation.

Jin Wuwei's dragon sword was unsheathed, but it couldn't keep up with Mu Rugui's speed.

At some point, he pulled out the sword of the Jinwu Guard beside him, and threw it straight at Mu Ruqi across the golden dragon on the long imperial road.

The cold sword was like a light, and it sank into the stone brick in front of Mu Ruqi, who was kneeling on the ground in a daze.The sharp blade reflected a face distorted by fear.

The sound of the sword continued, and the moonlight was like a knife.

"Marry him." Mu Rugui stared at Mu Ruqi with burning eyes, "Treat him well."

He only said two sentences in total.