Reborn as a King in the Hand

What happened in front of the Golden Luan Hall did not come out of the towering palace walls.

Xia Chaosheng, who was in the Hou's mansion, drank five or six kinds of medicine since he opened his eyes, and was pressed on the couch by the imperial doctor who came from the palace and had needles for several hours, finally couldn't help it, and said he wanted to get up and walk.

Xia Hua and Qiu Chan were facing a formidable enemy, each of them supported his arm, wishing to cover the Hou's mansion with cushions and let him crawl on it.

"It's really fine." Xia Chaosheng shook his head helplessly, "If you're like this, I'll never get better."

"Young Lord, hurry up and say 'Bah' three times!" Qiu Chan looked at him in horror, "You can't say such unlucky words!"

"I am telling the truth."

"To tell the truth, you have to bah!"

"Autumn Cicada..."

"Young Lord, look at your face." Seeing that he didn't listen to persuasion, Qiu Chan directly took out a round mirror from the armband, "There is no blood at all!...Every time Madam comes to see you, she has to go out to look at you." Cry. Even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about your wife!"

Xia Zhaosheng's rebuttal was swallowed back after thinking of Mrs. Pei's tears.

He sighed, and his eyes fell on the bronze mirror.

After lying on the bed for many days, he kept forgetting to look at his young face.

In the past, Mu Ruqi always said that his eyes were beautiful.

Xia Chaosheng has a pair of narrow and charming fox eyes.

The Pei family of Qinghe has many beauties.

When Mrs. Pei was young, she was known as a beauty in the capital, with a beautiful face, unparalleled in the world, and Xia Chaosheng was her biological son, so how could it be so bad?

It's just that he is a man, and he is the young master of Zhen Guohou's mansion. No matter how beautiful he is, no one dares to comment on his appearance.

Only Mu is on schedule.

Xia Chaosheng sneered when he remembered the scene when Mu Ruqi saw him for the first time and cried and asked Liang Wang to point him out as a companion.

He should have thought earlier that Mu Ruqi only liked his face.

No, to be precise, only these eyes.

These eyes are like...

"Young Master?" Qiu Chan was startled when she saw Xia Chaosheng staring at the mirror in a daze, thinking that he was depressed because of his serious illness, so she quickly looked at Xia Hua, hoping that Xia Hua could divert her master's attention , but seeing Xia Hua looking at the window, wandering off into the sky, she couldn't help being surprised, "What are you thinking?"

Xia Hua came back to her senses, first helped Xia Chaosheng to the side of the bed, then knelt down in front of the couch, hesitantly said: "Young Master..."

Xia Chaosheng picked up the tea bowl and moistened his throat: "But it's okay to say."

Xia Hua bit her lip, and under Qiu Chan's worried gaze, she forced herself to ask, "Young Lord, I heard that the Jinwu Guards were wandering around in front of the Hou Mansion yesterday."

"Really?" Xia Chaosheng was slightly startled, then laughed, "Help me to have a look."

The Jinwu Guards in Daliang only obeyed the orders of the emperors and princes in the past.

Who wrote the Jinwu Guard in front of the Hou Mansion?

If it is King Liang, it means that His Majesty has been extremely dissatisfied with his anti-marriage.

If Mu is on schedule... let him go!

"Young Lord, it's windy outside..."

"Just for a while, it's okay." He interrupted Qiu Chan's nagging instructions, turned around and looked at Xia Hua, "I'll just wear something thicker."

Instead of looking at the Jinwu Guard, he would rather see Hei Qi who delivers coffins to the Hou Mansion every day.

The two maids didn't know what was going on in his mind, they felt as if they were facing an enemy, one of them added charcoal to the hand stove, and the other tied Xia Chaosheng's pomegranate red cape on.

He stood helplessly in the house, letting Xia Hua and Qiu Chan toss about, and when he really went out, the sky was already covered with a gorgeous sunset glow like silk and satin.

Xia Chaosheng was anxious, and his pace quickened.

But what was waiting in front of the side door was not Hei Qi or Jin Wuwei, but a few familiar faces.

His expression suddenly turned cold, and the hand holding Xia Hua trembled slightly.

Xia Hua's footsteps stopped imperceptibly, although she didn't know what his intention was, but before those people approached, she rushed to Xia Chaosheng anxiously, pretending to cry, "Little Lord, why do you take a few steps?" Lu vomited blood?"

The people sent by Mu Ruqi were stunned when they heard the words, they exchanged glances with each other, and finally one of them approached with flickering eyes: "Young Lord, do you... remember us?"

Xia Zhaosheng quickly grabbed the handkerchief Xia Hua handed over, covered his lips, and kept coughing without answering.

The coughing made it so dark that the sun and the moon were dark, even Hei Qi who had just walked to the corner of the street was startled.

Hei Qi tightened the reins, got off the horse in panic, turned around and knelt down straight: "My lord, all the coffins I send to the Hou's mansion are of the best quality, but... but the body of the little Marquis..."

"Get up." Mu Rugui's eyes fell on the side door of the Hou Mansion, a pomegranate red cloak was exposed under the blue-gray eaves, and the person wrapped in the cloak could only hear his voice but not see him.

Mu Rugui laughed at himself: "It has nothing to do with you."

He recognized those people who talked to Xia Chaosheng.

That is the prince's confidant.

So he also knew who Xia Chaosheng was coughing up blood for.

Xia Chaosheng coughed so badly that he almost lost his breath.

Although he was pretending, after all he had just recovered from a serious illness, and at the end of coughing, he leaned limply in front of Xia Hua, scaring Mu Ruqi's confidant half to death.

They have all seen Xia Chaosheng who is not sick.

That bright and flamboyant young man who loves to wear red clothes, loves to ride strong horses, commutes between the Hou Mansion and the East Palace all day, turned out to be like this - skinny, with a pale complexion, and long eyelashes like the wings of a butterfly. The slightly cold wind in early winter blows gently.

Everyone in front of the side door shuddered in unison, their tone couldn't help but soften, for fear of startling the sick Xia Chaosheng.

"Young Lord, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has tried his best. You don't know! After you fell ill, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince knelt in front of the Golden Luan Palace day and night..."

"That's right, Young Lord, His Royal Highness would rather offend Tianwei for you! His Majesty was relieved at first, but who knew... Who knew that the Ninth Prince was back?"

"The Ninth Prince insists on marrying you, and he doesn't even want to listen to His Highness the Crown Prince's plea..."

They recounted what happened in front of the Golden Luan Hall with embellishments, and Xia Chaosheng finally raised his head.

He seemed to have suffered a huge blow, his meandering Wushuang face was covered with sickness, his previous arrogance was swept away, and his eyes were full of thin autumn water, which was very pitiful.

The proud son of heaven fell down from the altar, which was even more pitiful, and the prince's confidants almost stared straight at him.

Seeing this, Xia Chaosheng simply acted more thoroughly, directly covering his heart, and even began to gasp quickly.

Xia Hua and Qiu Chan panicked to support him again: "Young Master!"

Xia Chaosheng waved his hand weakly: "I understand His Highness's thoughts."

"...Although I am ill, I have also heard about the incident in front of the Jinluan Palace. His Royal Highness is so affectionate, and I will never forget it! When... When the illness is better, I... I will go to the palace..."

Mu Ruqi's confidant saw that he was about to faint, and quickly cupped his hands: "It's good that the young master understands, it's not that His Highness the Crown Prince doesn't want to marry you, but that the Ninth Prince is bullying too much!"

"I know it in my heart." Xia Chaosheng secretly grabbed Xia Hua's sleeve.

Xia Hua understood, took out her purse, and handed over a handful of gold leaves: "Thank you for making this trip."

"What did the girl say?" Mu Ruqi's confidant happily accepted the reward, "Brother, there are still many opportunities to run errands for the young master in a few days."

"Xia...Xia Hua...send...send them..." Xia Zhaosheng said at the right time, as if he was about to walk out the side door.

Qiu Chan hurriedly stopped him: "Young Master, you'd better go back to your room and rest!"

Xia Hua also held Xia Chaosheng's arm, not allowing him to do anything wrong.

"Young Lord, please stay!" How could Mu Ruqi's confidants bother him?Immediately exited the side door in fear.

Xia Chaosheng coughed for a while, seeing no one else around, immediately put the handkerchief into the armhole, and let out a long sigh of relief: "It's really annoying."

"Young Lord, you...you didn't cough up blood?" Qiu Chan finally came to her senses, stared at her almond eyes, and smiled secretly, "What did you lie to them for?"

"Xia Hua, tell her why I lied to them." Xia Chaosheng didn't bother to explain, wrapped his cloak and slowly moved to the side of the coffin, carefully looking at the Ye Mingzhu on it.

Xia Hua bowed her knees and answered "Yes", and said to Qiu Chan unhurriedly: "The people around the prince have said so much just now, but in fact, there is only one purpose - they are driving the young master to the Ninth Prince's mansion." It's making trouble."

"It seems so." Qiu Chan nodded belatedly, "They said that the Ninth Prince insisted on marrying our Young Master."

"That's right. It's good for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to ask for a marriage. But if the young master really goes to the palace, it's not just the Ninth Prince's face that will be refuted, but His Majesty's face."

Who would dare not obey the marriage bestowed by the emperor?

Xia Chaosheng knelt in front of the Golden Luan Hall for three days and three nights, and he had already knelt down the favor of the Marquis of Zhen Guo. If he went to the palace to make trouble again, he might be deprived of the marquis of Zhen Guo before he came out of the palace. Title, demoted again and again.

"So that's how it is." Qiuchan figured out the Guan Qiao involved, shivered, and looked at Xia Chaosheng nervously, "Young Lord, please don't do anything stupid!"

"It's about the Marquis's Mansion, so I won't be reckless." He nodded.

Qiu Chan was still worried: "His Royal Highness, how is the young master going to explain?"

"What's there to explain?" Xia Chaosheng lowered his head and sneered, his pale fingers grabbed the Ye Mingzhu in the coffin, "I'm so ill, he still counts on me?"

Xia Hua and Qiu Chan looked at each other, and they both understood what he meant.

He was too ill to get up, so naturally he couldn't leave the mansion, let alone go to the Ninth Prince's mansion to fight the marriage.

On the prince's side, there is an explanation.

Wouldn't it be beautiful to not offend both?

"If the prince's people come again in the future, do you know what to say?"

"Your maidservant knows." Qiu Chan hurriedly asked, "Then what is the young master's plan at the palace?"

Xia Chaosheng was silent for a moment when he heard the words, and grabbed the Ye Mingzhu in his palm.

It's not that he doesn't want to go to Mu Rugui, it's just that it's inconvenient to go anywhere with his crippled body.

Instead of letting Mu Rugui see Xia Chaosheng, who was sick and decrepit, he would rather stay with the illness for a few more days, and then visit the Hou's mansion when he feels better.

Besides, there are more important things waiting for him to do now.Xia Chaosheng closed his eyes and quietly recalled.

If this life is the same as the previous life, then within three years, Mu Ruqi will become the new king of Daliang, and the Zhen Guo Hou Mansion will suffer another disaster.

The livelihood of all the families in the Hou's mansion depended on his marriage.

Just as he was thinking about it, the servant next to Zhen Guohou ran over: "Young Lord, Master invites you to come over."

He came back to his senses, nodded with a smile: "Okay, I'll go right away... By the way, haven't the people from the palace come today?"

"It's already this time, it's time to come." Qiu Chan was also puzzled, and ran to the side door to look around, "Maybe it's delayed by something."

A faint disappointment flashed across Xia Chaosheng's heart, but he quickly cheered up: "Forget it, help me to see my father."

While Xia Chaosheng was waiting for Hei Qi, Hei Qi was also anxiously waiting for Mu Rugui to speak.

He tugged on the reins of the horse and begged bitterly: "My lord, please go and see the young master."

Mu Rugui sat firmly on his horse and said calmly, "He doesn't want to see me."

"There are no absolutes, my lord, you can go to the Hou's mansion to ask!" Hei Qi was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, wishing he could run into the Hou's mansion with Mu Rugui on his back, "Even if you don't see the little lord, see you Zhen Guohou is also good."

Hei Qi thinks purely.

It's not a loss if you can't see your future princess and have a good relationship with your future father-in-law.

But Mu Rugui seemed to be nailed to the back of a horse, and the brave and good-for-nothing steed followed its master, standing still.

"If he doesn't want to marry, he won't marry. This king... will never force him to do things he doesn't want to do."