Reborn as a King in the Hand

The young master of the Hou Mansion is ill, and everyone in the mansion is grimacing.

Hei Qi followed behind Mu Rugui, looking around: "Why are you all so sad?"

Before he finished speaking, he was kicked by Hong Wu.

"Why?" Hei Qi grievously brushed the dust off his legs, "I won't let you say anything..."

Hong Wu gritted his teeth with a sneer: "A dog can't spit out ivory."

Between the words, it was obvious that Hei Qi was still blaming Hei Qi for his bad idea of ​​sending the coffin to the prince.

Hei Qi curled her lips, turned her head and saw Jing Zhi in the arms of the servant, immediately swallowed all the rebuttals, wanting to cry without tears.

Of course, this is also Hong Wu's idea, saying that he wants him to walk three times in front of the little lord's house with a thorn on his back, firstly as an apology, and secondly...to give the lord a chance to see the little lord.

If it was only the former, Hei Qi would not be happy, but with the latter, even if he was asked to run ten laps, he would be willing.

"My lord, my lord is still in the little lord's house." The servant who led the way asked Mu Rugui to sit on the table, holding a cup of tea and sighing, "I have to ask my lord to forgive me."

Mu Rugui's eyes flickered slightly, and the emerald green jade wrench on his finger touched the teacup lightly: "How is the young master's health?"

"The wind blows, and I fell ill again."

When Hei Qi, who was standing behind Mu Rugui, heard this, his heart sank.

He sneaked a look at the expression of the prince, his thoughts were spinning a thousand times, his forehead was smoking with anxiety, he was afraid that the young prince would die and his prince would go crazy.

On the other hand, Hong Wu beside him was calm and composed, leaning on the hilt of his sword, looking forward, and dutifully guarding him.

The fragrance of the tea was faint, but Mu Rugui only held the tea bowl and didn't drink it.

He silently stared at the tea leaves floating in the water, sliding his scarred fingers back and forth along the edge of the bowl, as if stroking the patterns on it.

The white jade tea bowl is engraved with mountains and flowing water, waterfalls and rivers, and there seems to be spring water splashing out of the steam.

--Snapped.

Mu Rugui suddenly pressed the tea bowl on the table.

The person who came in a hurry outside the house, wearing a dark blue auspicious cloud pattern robe, was not Zhenguo Hou Xia Rongshan, who was it?

Xia Rongshan looked haggard, staggered, and even the crown of his hair was crooked.

Hei Qi's heart sank to the bottom of the valley, and he felt that the young master was probably not good.

But he didn't know that exaggerating Xia Chaosheng's illness was the secret of the Hou Mansion to avoid disaster.

Mu Rugui stared straight at Xia Rongshan.

Xia Rongshan shook his shoulders uncomfortably, feeling that he was being preyed by a hungry wolf, and reluctantly bent down to salute.

Fortunately, before he could actually salute, Mu Rugui spoke in a hoarse voice: "How?"

Xia Rongshan gritted his teeth, and answered slowly on purpose: "If you answer the question of the prince, the son suffered from the wind and cold, and his mind is unconscious, but his life... is saved."

As soon as the words fell, Mu Rugui's dark eyes lit up with a faint light, like stars in the thick night, fleeting.Little by little, he loosened his clenched fingers, and slowly relaxed his tense shoulders. Finally, he lowered his eyes, picked up the tea bowl again, and took a sip slowly.

Xia Rongshan couldn't figure out what Mu Rugui was thinking, and he didn't dare to have the cheek to drive the Ninth Prince out of the Hou's mansion, so he could only stand aside with a stern face, listening to his servants report on Xia Chaosheng's situation from time to time.

What Xia Chaosheng turned over, Xia Zhaosheng coughed, Xia Chaosheng turned over and then coughed again... Xia Rongshan listened attentively to everything, and Mu Rugui, who was sitting on the table drinking tea, was also tense and listened to every single word.

And Xia Chaosheng, who rolled over and coughed, had just woken up from a coma, weakly leaning on the edge of the bed and retching.

Xia Hua patted his back with tears in her eyes, and blamed herself: "I shouldn't have let you go out to have a shower!"

"What does it have to do with you... What does it have to do with you?" Xia Chaosheng spoke a few words intermittently, vomited once in the middle, and then collapsed on the couch panting, without the strength to even move his fingers.

He vaguely thought that when he married into the East Palace, he seemed to be like this too, extremely weak.

But on the night he married Mu Ruqi, he learned the terrible truth, so he survived his sick body with hatred.

What about now?

Now he wants to live because he wants to see Mu Rugui.

"Uncle Ninth..." Xia Chaosheng hugged the quilt and shouted in a daze, "Uncle Ninth..."

"What are you talking about?" Qiu Chan, who was holding the medicine, frowned and asked Xia Hua.

"I only heard one word." Xia Hua shook her head sadly, reached out to take the medicine bowl, and put it on the bedside, "It seems...'Nine'?"

"Nine?" Qiu Chan knelt on the side of the bed anxiously, clutching the hem of her clothes, and murmured, "Could it be that the young master is talking about the Nine Princes?!"

Xia Hua was startled: "Go ahead and have a look, is the Ninth Prince here?"

Qiu Chan nodded quickly, but before she got up, the bedroom door was knocked open again.

"Two sisters, how is the young master?" It was the servant next to Zhen Guohou who came. He rubbed his hands, stomped his feet, and muttered a few words "innocent and cold". Xia Hua and Qiu Chan pressed against the wall, their legs turned into noodles in fright, and they slid straight to the ground, "You... what's wrong with you? But something happened to the young master?!"

The boy's last words were yelled out at the top of his voice, which startled the people outside the house. For a moment, everyone was panicked and stunned.

Qiu Chan was so angry that her face was flushed, and she grabbed the servant by the collar: "You fool, how dare you say such nonsense? The young master is well, why are you cursing the young master here?"

She lectured the boy's stall, Xia Hua drove away the servants who were crowded in front of the door with a cold face.

The young man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said with a wry smile: "You two aunts, please forgive me, I have already been scared to death by the Ninth Prince, and if I am scared by the Young Lord again, I really want to see the King of Hades !"

Xia Hua and Qiu Chan secretly looked at each other when they heard him mention "Nine Princes".

Xia Hua coughed lightly: "The Ninth Prince is here?"

"Isn't it?"

"The Ninth Prince is really as rumored..." Qiu Chan couldn't help asking, and at the same time gently tapped her right leg with her finger.

The boy couldn't help but trembled, seeing no one around, he suppressed his voice into a thin line: "It's true! There are scars on his hands and face, it's scary!"

Qiu Chan let out a small exclamation, and covered her mouth with a handkerchief.

what should we do?

She has served the young master for many years, knowing that he is aesthetically pleasing.

If the Ninth Prince is handsome, handsome and unrestrained, it's fine if he has a lame leg, but according to the young servant, he is clearly an ugly monster with scars all over his face. How can he be worthy of the little prince of the Hou family?

You know, if Xia Chaosheng hadn't swallowed the pill to change his physique for His Royal Highness, the noble daughters who wanted to marry into the Hou's Mansion would have lined up from the front of the Hou's Mansion to the outside of the city!

This... Isn't this a flower stuck on that?

Qiu Chan was so anxious that she raised her throat and her eyes were filled with thin tears. If it wasn't for the concern that Xia Chaosheng was still asleep, she might have cried out.

Xia Hua also frowned, but she was more careful than Qiu Chan, and asked one more question: "Did the lord say he wants to visit the young lord?"

Such vicious spirits, when the seriously ill young master saw this, he was afraid that he would faint again from fright.

The servant quickly shook his head: "My lord did not say such a thing... I heard from the housekeeper in the front yard that the lord came to apologize to the young master, saying that the guards in the mansion did not behave properly and offended the young master. Others , did not say."

It's a pity that the person who is pleading guilty is lingering on the sick bed, and it is not suitable to entertain guests. Mu Rugui's trip was in vain.

"So that's how it is." Xia Hua understood what was going on, and felt at ease, "You go back, remember, the young master was unable to get up because of his serious illness, and he was not dissatisfied with the servants around the prince, understand? ?”

The boy's eyeballs rolled around, and he understood the meaning of Xia Hua's words, so he left lightly.

"Who said there is no dissatisfaction?" Qiu Chan was still immersed in the shock of the appearance of the Ninth Prince, and when the servant left, she immediately lost her temper and muttered, "Our young master looks better than Pan An, if you don't eat That kind of medicine is more than enough for a princess, why did His Majesty point it out to the Ninth Prince?"

Who doesn't know that the Ninth Prince Mu Rugui is bad at behavior, has a cruel temperament, and likes to break the legs of servants when he has nothing to do?

"It's becoming more and more unruly." Xia Hua gave Qiu Chan a disapproving look, "Even if the young master is resting, you can't say such things. If you are used to it, wouldn't you still want to be heard by outsiders?" Blame our young master for being incompetent in teaching?"

Qiu Chan quickly covered her mouth.

And the "ugly" Ninth Prince in her mouth just smashed a teacup.

Because the servant who came to report hurriedly knelt on the ground and shouted: "Young Master is not good!"

Xia Rongshan was also knocked out of his wits by the yelling, and directly picked up the servant from the ground, his teeth were about to crack: "How could it be bad? Wasn't it fine just now?"

The servant was dizzy, and before he had time to explain, another servant ran over: "Master Hou, little Master Hou is recovering!"

"It's...heal again?" Xia Rongshan's heart was full of ups and downs, he didn't recover for a long time, he was really not in the mood to talk to Mu Rugui, turned around and said in a hurry, "Forgive me, the dog's condition is repeated, it is really worrying..."

Mu Rugui raised his arm and interrupted Xia Rongshan: "Go quickly."

Xia Rongshan was not polite either, he cupped his hands, didn't even sleep in the polite words, and hurried to see Xia Chaosheng.

Seeing this, Hong Wu took a step forward: "My lord, I'm afraid I won't be able to see the young master today."

Mu Rugui nodded his chin absently, stroked the wrench on his thumb, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Forget it, go back to the palace."

"My lord, don't worry." Hong Wu said in a low voice, "It's common for illnesses to recur, and the little duke is auspicious, so there will be no serious problems."

Mu Rugui pursed his lips, noncommittal.

Hei Qi coughed lightly, and just about to speak, was kicked away by Hong Wu.

Hong Wu stared at him: "Go and lead the horse!"

Hei Qi rolled his eyes, seeing Hong Wu reaching for the Vitex, he immediately rubbed the soles of his feet with oil, and slipped out of the Hou's mansion.

Hei Qiyi was not the only one who wanted to sneak out of the palace.

Xia Chaosheng heard the conversation between Xia Hua and Qiu Chan in a daze.

He suddenly opened his eyes, got up from the bed with difficulty, and found that the maids were all outside, so he gritted his teeth and pushed open the wooden window in the corner.

Xia Chaosheng's eyes were blurred in the cold wind, and panic rang out in his ears.

But he couldn't care less about these.

He wanted to see Mu Rugui.

He didn't know where he got the strength, but he supported the window frame with his trembling arms, and jumped out of the window in embarrassment.

"Son!" Xia Rongshan, who just ran to the bedroom, had his eyes darkened, and grabbed the servant behind him, "What are you still doing? Chase!"

Xia Chaosheng turned his head hastily, saw his father was here, expected that Mu Rugui must have just left the Hou Mansion not long ago, immediately picked up the hem of his clothes, and ran forward.

Uncle Nine, Uncle Nine!

Xia Chaosheng's eyes lit up bit by bit.

Soon, Zhen Guohou, who was out of breath after chasing him, was frightened again - he was running sick, and his son who was coughing ran into a red plum forest, and then climbed up a tree with difficulty amidst exclamations. plum tree.

"I knew it, I knew it!" Xia Rongshan stomped his feet, heartbroken, "It's all lying to me...and saying that I don't want to marry into the East Palace...it's all lying to me!"

Xia Chaosheng didn't care what his father was thinking.

His palm scratched the skin while climbing the tree, and sticky blood dripped down the palm and onto the hem of the snow-white clothes, like a spotted red plum.

But Xia Chaosheng didn't feel any pain.He has long been numb from the cold wind.

He stared at the street without blinking, his heart beating like a drum, and after hearing the sound of horseshoes, he climbed up the courtyard wall regardless.

"Uncle Nine..."

Mu Rugui, who rode his horse past under the wall, tightened the reins abruptly.

The war horse neighed and raised its front hooves. The red plums were like rain, and the falling flowers were colorful. There was a faint bitter medicinal fragrance in the wind.

He raised his head, and suddenly realized something, but before he could react, that snow-white slender figure had turned into a piece of white and soft feathers, and fell lightly towards him.