Reborn as a King in the Hand

Hei Qi wanted to cry but had no tears: "My lord, I carry the coffin to the Hou's Mansion every day. Even if the little Hou is sick, I must have heard about your thoughts."

"...We have all walked to the gate of the Marquis Mansion, you can go in!"

Hei Qi spent a lot of talking, Mu Rugui didn't mean to get off the horse, but just when his mouth was dry, a familiar figure suddenly flashed in his peripheral vision.

He jumped up excitedly: "Red Five!"

The soldiers in black armor came on horseback and ignored Hei Qi.

He hurried to Mu Rugui's body and knelt down on one knee: "This subordinate is late, please forgive me, my lord!"

"Hong Wu, you are back." Hei Qi persevered and approached, "Help me persuade the prince, he refuses to see the young master!"

Hong Wu raised his head and lifted his visor, revealing a face as gentle as jade like a scholar: "Hei Qi, did you give the prince another bad idea?"

Hei Qi was slightly stunned, and then jumped up angrily: "Nonsense! I've been doing things for Lord Hou these days, and I'm running to the Hou's mansion every day..."

"Wait." Hong Wu narrowed his eyes and asked solemnly, "Why are you running to the Hou Mansion?"

"Send the coffin!" Hei Qi slapped his thigh violently, "Who in Shangjing doesn't know that the young master is dying of illness and needs to rely on the coffin to celebrate?"

"You...helped the prince deliver the coffin to the Hou's Mansion?" Hong Wu gasped when he heard that.

"Isn't it?" Hei Qi nodded grinningly, "I gave away more than a dozen pairs!"

The new wind is majestic, and the sunset that lingers on the horizon is swallowed by the night.

Moonlight streamed on the Xuanjia.

Hong Wu stared at Hei Qi silently for a while, then took a deep breath, and knelt under Mu Rugui's horse again: "My lord, my subordinates are willing to eliminate harm for the people, and according to the law of Xuanjia iron cavalry, kill Hei Qi, that bastard!"

Hei Qi's smile collapsed.

Black Seven: "?"

Mu Rugui's eyelids twitched, his eyes slowly drooped, his brows were furrowed, and the scars at the corners of his eyes became more ferocious.

He hesitated: "Can't you send it?"

Hong Wu gritted his teeth: "I can't send it."

"If he wants it, I'll give it to you." Mu Rugui asked each word, "Why not?"

Of course I can't send it.

My family is looking for a coffin for joy, and the new son-in-law is sending the coffin, that is to force people to die!

Hong Wu's scalp was numb, and he didn't know how to explain it, so he simply kicked Hei Qi's knee, forcing him to kneel down: "Subordinate... this subordinate will take Hei Qi to the Marquis Mansion tomorrow to plead guilty, the prince is waiting for my news. .”

Hei Qi: "??" Hei Qi was dying: "No, my lord, I..."

"Okay." Mu Rugui nodded and said, "You take him there."

Black Seven: "???"

Hong Wu said that he would take Hei Qi to Zhen Guohou's Mansion to plead guilty. He was not joking, and the greeting card was sent to the Hou Mansion that night.

Xia Chaosheng just finished drinking the medicine, leaning on the head of the bed, talking with his father.

Xia Rongshan, Marquis of Zhenguo, held a black piece in his hand, like a broken bamboo, the black piece turned into a fierce tiger, opened its bloody mouth, and bit the white piece firmly.

And Xia Chaosheng's white son is as nimble as a snake. Although he is at a disadvantage, he can always find the door of life and escape.

"My son is very good at chess." Xia Rongshan took a sip of tea and was very relieved, "You can't help my father."

Just as he was talking, a servant reported outside the door: "Master Hou, the palace has sent a letter of greeting."

"Prince's Mansion?" Xia Rongshan raised his thick eyebrows, and without waiting for Xia Chaosheng's reaction, he slammed the chess pieces in his hand, and the black pieces scattered all over the table.

"Come again? Don't they think they don't have enough coffins?!"

"Master Hou, this is a greeting letter from the Ninth Prince..." The servants outside the door trembled, "You..."

"No, I don't see anything!" Xia Rongshan rolled up his sleeves and jumped into a rage. He was about to rush out to tear up the greeting card, but he didn't expect that his sleeves tightened, as if he was hooked.

The angry Zhen Guohou lowered his head, and saw his pale son, who was coughing desperately because of his illness, with tears in his eyes and black feather-like eyelashes trembling slightly, pulling his sleeve and shaking his head pitifully.

Zhen Guohou's heart suddenly turned cold: "Son, don't be angry! I will seek justice for you as a father!"

"Even if it is the Ninth Prince, he can't deliver coffins to the Hou's mansion all day long, and curse my son's life!"

Xia Chaosheng grabbed his father's sleeve, he couldn't laugh or cry: "That's not what I meant."

"Ah?" Xia Rongshan was stunned.

"The royal residence has sent us invitations, and we definitely have no reason to refuse." Xia Chaosheng straightened his expression, sat back in front of the chessboard, picked up the white piece with his pale and slender fingers, and landed on the position he wanted to play with a "click". "Father, do you know that the Jinwu Guards in front of His Majesty and the Prince have frequently appeared in front of the Hou's Mansion recently?"

"Naturally."

"Didn't father ever think about why they appeared?" Xia Chaosheng lazily pressed the center of his brows, "If your majesty and the prince are really worried about my injury, it's enough to send some imperial doctors."

When Xia Rongshan heard this, he put away the worries on his face, and sat solemnly on the other side of the chess game: "Is it true what you sent Xia Hua to say to Weifu?"

Xia Chaosheng nodded with a smile. "Father knows, your Highness the Crown Prince..."

--Snapped!

Bai Zi fell again, Xia Zhaosheng raised his eyelids, and smiled half-smile: "Does father also want me to marry into the East Palace?"

Zhen Guohou's helpless and dignified expression had already given him the answer.

Xia Chaosheng secretly sighed.

In his previous life, he was blinded by love and stepped into the fire pit step by step.

At that time, were father and mother also so helpless?

"As a father, I naturally don't want you to marry into the East Palace." Xia Rongshan said after deliberating, "Does my son know that there are currently four princes under His Majesty's knees?"

Xia Chaosheng nodded, picking at the pattern on the stove intermittently, and his voice was lazy: "The sixth prince is born with eye problems, and the seventh prince is weak and sick, and they are not destined for the throne."

"That's right." Xia Rongshan played with a sunspot and sighed faintly, "Although His Majesty has already established a crown prince, the power of the five princes in the court is deeply intertwined, and they can fight against the prince in separate courts, not to mention that there is also a ninth prince."

King Liang's younger brother, Mu Rugui.

Xia Rongshan suddenly lowered his voice, but the words he said were astonishing and rang in Xia Chaosheng's ears: "My son, do you know that before the late emperor passed away, he wanted to pass the throne to the Ninth Prince?"

He suddenly raised his head, and a surprised light flashed in the fox's eyes: "What did father mean?"

"Look at the name of the Ninth Prince." Xia Rongshan used his hand as a pen, and slowly wrote the word "Ru" on the table.

"Ruzi generation..." Xia Chaosheng exclaimed.

"That's right." Xia Rongshan nodded with a smile, threw the sunspots on the chessboard, and let them roll among the starry pieces, "Before the late emperor passed away, he loved the concubine Xian and had high hopes for the son in her womb. Not long after he died, he made an exception and gave him the name 'Rugui', following the character 'Ru'."

"...The first emperor's move was dangerous and risky. Making the prince and the princes all belong to the 'Ru' generation, not only gave him the qualifications to win the throne, but also made him a thorn in the eyes of His Majesty and the princes."

"...Fortunately, few people know about this secret. My father only heard about it from the old palace people who came out of the palace occasionally."

"Does the lord know?" Xia Chaosheng was thinking about another thing.

"Probably...don't know?" Xia Rongshan shook his head hesitantly, "But as my father knows, he has a leg problem. Even if he has made great military achievements, he is destined to miss the throne."

Xia Chaosheng was thoughtful, with a faint smile on the corner of his lips.

Who said Mu Rugui couldn't be the emperor?

He had seen Mu Rugui's appearance as the emperor.

But he was not going to tell his father what he thought in his heart, but sat upright and asked silently with his mouth: "Which side does father plan to stand on?"

He also used his hand as a pen to write "Eastern Palace" on the left side of the board and "Five Princes" on the right side.

Zhen Guohou gave a meaningful "tsk" and spread his hands: "I don't choose any of them as my father."

Xia Chaosheng withdrew his hand slowly, and chuckled: "What my father thinks is what I think."

"As expected of my son." Xia Rongshan laughed happily, then frowned and shook his head for a moment, "It's just a child, the friendship between you and the prince, as a father, I can see it..."

"Father doesn't have to remember all these things." Xia Chaosheng cut off his words, and put his cold fingertips on the stove, "Father just needs to remember that I don't want to marry into the East Palace."

Zhen Guohou looked at Xia Chaosheng's expression carefully, and saw that there was no reluctance on his brows, so he let out a long sigh of relief: "In this case..."

"In that case, father, you should accept the invitation from the palace." Xia Chaosheng changed his seriousness just now, and smiled again and acted like a spoiled child to Xia Rongshan, "You also said before that no matter what the prince sends, it is a gift." Mind."

"You..." Xia Rongshan sighed helplessly, and muttered, "Just like your mother, one thought for a while", but still let the servants waiting outside the door enter the house.

"Master Hou." The greeting card in the servant's hand was dark gold, with Mu Rugui's private seal on the seal.

"Forget it, you read it first." Xia Rongshan shook his head when Xia Chaosheng's scorching gaze scalded him as soon as he received the greeting card, "Can dad still steal your letter?"

"Thank you, dad." He couldn't wait to take the letter, his heart was pounding, and the deep part of his throat began to itch again.

But that is not the taste of pain, but the throbbing of the reunion after a long absence and the feeling of being close to home.

Xia Chaosheng opened the envelope with trembling hands, and the familiar handwriting appeared vividly on the paper.

Mu Rugui's handwriting is just like his own, with a sharp pen, full of swords and swords.

As for the content, it was fairly standard, saying that Hei Qi had acted improperly, so he chose a day to come to the mansion to plead guilty and so on.

"What else do you want to send?" Although Xia Rongshan handed the letter to his son, his eyes couldn't help but drift to the letter paper, "Hmph, you don't want to send the coffin to my Marquis Mansion again!"

He was frightened by the coffin sent by Hei Qi.

You can't throw it away, you can't use it, it's piled up in the backyard, it's fine during the day, but no one dares to run there at night, it's really annoying!

Xia Chaosheng laughed, held the letter in both hands, and returned it to his father: "My lord, please apologize to me."

He smiled happily, causing Xia Rongshan to raise the corners of his lips: "Apologize? Then I have to take a look."

Xia Rongshan took the letter, squinted his eyes and glanced at it twice, barely satisfied: "Okay, since it's an apology, then father is willing to see him."

Xia Chaosheng nodded with a smile, but there was also faint worry in his eyes.

Zhen Guohou's Mansion has the arrogance of Zhen Guohou's Mansion.

The Xia family counted up to three generations, and all of them were generals.

Just like Mu Rugui, the Ninth Prince who has achieved great achievements, Xia Rongshan, the Marquis of Zhen Guo, had just pacified the nineteen counties of Jingye a year ago.

The bloody battles in the south and the north have brought about the peace of Daliang today.

He understands his father's temperament best.

There are details in the rough, and it inevitably carries the arrogance of a warrior.

Who is the hero of Zhen Guohou?

But meritorious deeds can lift people to the sky, but they can also make people fall into the mud.

Xia Chaosheng's fingers hidden in the armhole suddenly clenched tightly, and he couldn't stop coughing under the uncontrollable mood.

Xia Rongshan was startled, and called the imperial physician who stayed in the mansion to treat him.

During this examination, Xia Chaosheng was pressed on the bed again.

He originally thought that his body was a little weak, but he didn't expect that it was because of the cold that he immediately developed a fever in the middle of the night, and he was confused.

When Xia Chao fell ill, Mu Rugui brought Hong Wu and Hei Qi to the Hou Mansion to plead guilty.