Reborn as a King in the Hand

His Majesty is in a bad mood, and Qin Xuanlang, who is a close minister, is also not in a good mood.

Not only did he have to deal with His Majesty, but he also had to find the courtiers' unhappiness for His Majesty.

But Qin Xuanlang himself was not happy, so after he came down to the court, he grabbed the sleeve of Xia Rongshan, Marquis of Zhenguo, as if he would not let go if Marquis of Zhenguo returned the Queen to His Majesty.

The courtiers, who were so angry at the Jinluan Hall, immediately stopped and stared at the show between Master Xiaoqin and Marquis Zhen without blinking.

Who doesn't know that Lord Xiao Qin is the right-hand man of His Majesty today, and who doesn't know that Zhen Guohou is the Queen's biological father?

These two people have always been fighting against each other on weekdays, with full firepower, and now there is actually an internal strife, and the courtiers couldn't help but shed bitter tears in unison.

After Master Xiao Qin stopped Zhen Guohou, he said politely: "Master Hou, there is a sentence from the lower official, I don't know if I should say it or not."

If ordinary people hear this, they will definitely raise their vigilance and reply "please speak".

However, Zhen Guohou is not an ordinary person.

As soon as Xia Rongshan saw Qin Xuanlang, he knew that this guy was here to ask for someone for his majesty.

It's worth it.

Xia Rongshan pulled back his sleeves abruptly, without turning his head, he said, "I shouldn't say it."

However, Qin Xuanlang is not an ordinary person. Hearing this, he immediately added: "Then I still have to talk about it."

Xia Rongshan: "..."

Xia Rongshan: "The Marquis doesn't want to hear it today."

Qin Xuanlang: "Your Majesty doesn't want to hear it, so I want to say it too."

Xia Rongshan: "..."

It was a big show, and all the officials watched it with great interest. Before seeing the ending, Yan Yuhua brought the Jin Wuwei back from patrolling behind the Golden Luan Hall.

The courtiers immediately scattered like birds and beasts.

Qin Xuanlang is still pestering Xia Rongshan, and he has plausible words: "Master Hou, the Empress and Your Majesty are more in love with each other than gold. If you detain the Empress in the Hou's Mansion, won't it chill the Empress's heart?"

Xia Rongshan was anxious when he climbed up: "Who said that the Marquis detained the queen in..."

"Your Majesty." Qin Xuanlang interrupted Zhen Guohou's argument loudly, and said, "Even if you didn't intentionally keep the queen in the Hou's mansion, how would the people in the world think? People in the world will only think that it is His Majesty who hates the queen, The empress will return to the Marquis Mansion before giving birth. You may not care about your majesty's feelings, but you must care about what the world thinks of the empress!"

Qin Xuanlang's unreasonable reasoning almost made Xia Rongshan draw his sword in anger.

Yan Yuhua rushed over at this time, and blocked Qin Xuanlang behind him without any trace: "Master Hou, it's getting late, you should leave the palace." Xia Rongshan snorted coldly, and left in a flick of his sleeves.

"What are you stopping me for?" Qin Xuanlang was anxious, and pushed away the hand that was blocking him, "If he won't let the queen come back, His Majesty must be worried."

Yan Yuhua glanced at him silently, neither explaining nor getting angry, he turned around and led the Jinwu Guard to continue patrolling Miyagi.

Qin Xuanlang jumped in anger, chased after him and cursed a few words, then turned around and went to Zhen Guohou's mansion.

Xia Rongshan entered the door with his front foot, and his greeting card was sent into the Hou's mansion with his back foot.

Xia Rongshan really drew his sword and rushed out. If Mrs. Pei hadn't stopped him, Qin Xuanlang would be in danger today.

Mrs. Pei said helplessly: "Master Hou, Mr. Qin is also kind."

"Why doesn't this Marquis know? He has good intentions?" Zhen Guohou is not a fool, so he naturally knows that what Qin Xuanlang said is the truth, but Qin Xuanlang's tone and attitude are really unappreciative.

Mrs. Pei laughed secretly: "Since Lord Hou knows, don't argue with the young man, why not sell him a favor?"

Zhen Guohou shut his mouth angrily.

Mrs. Pei comforted her husband, and brought out Xia Chaosheng, who was eating cakes from the bedroom: "Go back to the palace."

"Mother." Xia Chaosheng was aggrieved and hugged the sweet cake, "You let me stay another day."

Mrs. Pei refused without hesitation: "No, return to the palace now."

Xia Chaosheng lowered his eyes, and hesitantly discussed: "Come back tomorrow morning, is it okay?"

"Are you quarreling with His Majesty?" Mrs. Pei asked without answering.

He shook his head hastily.

"Then why don't you go back to the palace?"

Xia Chaosheng bit his lower lip, the roots of his ears were slightly red.

The reason why he slipped out of the palace was really hard to tell.

... He felt that Uncle Jiu was too clingy.

If this is said, who will believe it?

Daliang's new emperor actually pestered his queen every day, annoyed the queen to "go back to her mother's house".

"Go back to the palace, Mr. Qin is waiting for you in front of the Hou's mansion." Seeing his expression, Mrs. Pei guessed what happened, and ran out of the house with her son without saying a word.

Xia Chaosheng resisted for a while, then compromised.

Without Uncle Jiu by his side, he would feel sad himself.

So Lord Qin finally helped His Majesty welcome the Queen back, the courtiers finally went to court with peace of mind, and Mu Rugui happily looked forward to his own court life.

Only Xia Chaosheng himself, lying bitterly on the dragon couch, made three chapters with Uncle Jiu: "Even if the imperial doctor says yes, you can't keep pestering me."

Mu Rugui nodded in a good mood: "I listen to you."

"Once a week is enough, so tiring." He continued to emphasize.

Mu Rugui hesitated for a moment, then answered uncertainly: "Try."

Xia Chaosheng was instantly discouraged.

Uncle Ninth's "trying best" is reliable in some aspects, and in some aspects... it's just for him to hear.

Mu Rugui bent over to the side of the dragon couch, and hugged the angry Xia Chaosheng.

Even though his belly was protruding, Mu Rugui hugged him effortlessly: "Chaosheng."

Xia Chaosheng closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Mu Rugui smiled and said, "Chaosheng."

Xia Chaosheng turned his head and said, "Ninth Uncle, let me rest."

"I won't bother you." Mu Rugui brushed the broken hair off his forehead for him, and coaxed, "I will listen to you from now on. If you don't want it, then don't."

Only then did Xia Chaosheng open his eyes a little: "Really?"

"real."

Hearing Uncle Jiu's promise, he became very happy, got up and jumped off the dragon couch, clamoring to go to the imperial garden to see the flowers.

Mu Rugui took Xia Chaosheng's hand, and softly refused: "You can't smell the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus."

He was not discouraged, and suggested again: "Then let's blow some wind by the gazebo."

Mu Rugui still shook his head: "You can't blow the wind."

Xia Chaosheng: "..."

Xia Chaosheng lay back on the dragon couch again, moaning and chirping to express his dissatisfaction.

But Mu Rugui kept his promise this time.

Xia Chaosheng said that if he didn't want to, he would never force it, even if he used his hands, he would not let him get tired.

When the weather turned cold, Daliang's little prince was finally born.

Overjoyed, Mu Rugui pardoned the world, and even Mu Ruqi got a piece of fat for a long time.

The former prince curled up in front of the window, listening to the noise outside the palace, wolfing down the food.

Looking at the frolicking eunuchs and maids outside the window, he thought again of the long sword left by Mu Rugui.

The blade is as sharp as ever, the result of Mu Ruqi's meticulous daily wiping.

He didn't dare not to rub it, and he didn't dare to cut himself off, torturing himself day and night in contradictions.

Mu Ruqi swallowed his last morsel, thinking that Xia Chaosheng never became his person until the end of his previous life.

The young master of the Hou Mansion is as stubborn as a rock, and any impure feelings can't pry his stubborn heart away.

Now, this heart belongs to Mu Rugui.

Mu Ruqi's eyes became hot, and he held the hilt of the sword tremblingly.

This time, the blade cut his neck, and blood trickled down the dark side of his neck.

But it's just to cut the skin.

The long sword fell to the ground, Mu Ruqi covered his face, and howled.

Sanhe in front of the Hall of Eternal Life was also crying.

It's just that Chang Zhong wept with joy, until Xia Hua and Qiu Chan had to cover his mouth and drag him outside the Hall of Longevity.

"The queen is fine, and the little prince is fine, why are you crying?" Qiu Chan slapped Sanhe's head with her hands, "Anyone else who doesn't understand the situation, think what happened to our queen!"

Sanhe rubbed his eyes and cried, "You two aunts, I'm so happy...I'm so happy!"

Could he be unhappy?

Both the queen and the prince are safe, and His Majesty even made the little prince a prince on the spot. It's just... It's so worth crying about!

Xia Hua didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I know you're happy, but you have to hold back your tears."

Sanhe responded hastily, turned away, but cried again.

Xia Hua had no choice but to push him out of the hall again: "Forget it, you go to the Hou Mansion to report a letter, the Hou Ye and Madam are worried."

"I'll go right away." Sanhe said "ah", and ran out of the palace with red eyes.

As for the fact that he appeared in the Hou's mansion with red eyes and tears at the corners of his eyes, which frightened Zhen Guohou to the ground, that's another story.

Xia Chaosheng in the Hall of Eternal Life is still awake.

In his sleep, he seemed to have returned to his previous life.

He stood on top of a tall building, with thousands of lights under his feet, stretching for thousands of miles.

The cold stars hung above the sky, Xia Chaosheng stretched out his hand, and suddenly there was nothing under his feet——

"Uncle Nine!"

He woke up and sat up, the surroundings were dark and gloomy, only a flickering candle flickered in front of the dragon couch.

Mu Rugui was lying on the side of the couch, his beard was unshaven, and his eyes were covered with bruises.

Such a vigilant person was so tired that Xia Chaosheng sat up without waking up.

Xia Chaosheng leaned over with a smile, and lightly touched the tip of Uncle Jiu's nose with his fingertips.

Mu Rugui suddenly opened his eyes, and after looking at him sharply, he softened instantly.

"woke up?"

Xia Chaosheng nodded, and put his arm around Mu Rugui's neck: "Uncle Jiu, how long have I been asleep?"

"Three days." Mu Rugui buried his face in the side of his neck, rubbing his hands nostalgicly, "If you don't wake up, it will be the fourth day."

Xia Zhaosheng sighed apologetically, "It's my fault."

"There is nothing wrong with you." Mu Rugui's arm was tightly around his waist, and before he could cry out the pain, he got up and hurriedly called Hong Wu, "Quick, send the imperial physician."

The Hall of Eternal Life, which had been silent for three days and three nights, became lively again.

The imperial doctors filed in and filed out.

The empress is weak, and the prince she gave birth to will inevitably be thinner.

But fortunately, it is only thin and weak, and it will be fine to make up for it in the future.

But Mu Rugui didn't think so.

The imperial physicians knelt in front of the dragon couch bitterly, listening to their majesty greeting the queen through the dragon tent.

"Would you like ginseng soup?"

"I want to eat sweet cakes."

"The imperial doctor said that sweet cakes should be eaten less... it is better to drink ginseng soup."

"Then...then don't join the soup."

"chicken soup?"

"Okay, I want to drink chicken soup."

"Do you feel cold? Hong Wu, turn on two more heaters."

"not cold……"

…………

His Majesty talked with the Queen for a while, but no one thought of the little prince.

In the end, the official historian came and asked His Majesty, "May I ask Your Majesty, when will the little prince be on the jade plate?"

It was only then that Mu Rugui remembered that he had a bad son.

"He was born at the end of autumn, so he is called late autumn..." Before Mu Rugui finished speaking, Xia Chaosheng, who was speechless, covered his mouth.

He complained angrily: "Uncle Jiu, be more serious!"

The name of the royal family should be based on seniority, read the history books, and choose a name with profound meaning and profound meaning. How can it be... because it is born in the late autumn, so it is called late autumn?

How rash!

The historian kneeling in front of the dragon couch also tilted the brush in his hand, and the little prince's name immediately turned into a dot of ink.

Historian: "..."

The historian has quick eyes and quick hands, and changed a piece of rice paper.

On the dragon couch, Mu Rugui and Xia Chaosheng were still "arguing".

Mu Rugui said: "This name is very good."

Easy to remember and easy to read.

Xia Chaosheng was silent, decided not to argue with Uncle Jiu, and said bluntly, "I don't like it."

Mu Rugui really accepted this reason, and continued to sit in front of the couch, thinking hard: "How about... calling Xia Sheng?"

Xia Chaosheng: "..."

Xia Chaosheng gave up completely, turned around and got off the couch, ran to the imperial study room with a straight face, and went to choose a name for his son.

Mu Rugui didn't understand his obsession with the name, and was very dissatisfied.

The new emperor even left Zhen Guohou and Qin Xuanlang behind after his downfall.

Both Xia Rongshan and Qin Xuanlang were taken aback, thinking that His Majesty wanted Qiu Hou to settle the score, to settle the account of their quarrel in front of the Golden Luan Hall.

Qin Xuanlang coughed lightly, and was about to defend himself when Mu Rugui asked, "What do you two think of the name 'Xia Sheng'?"

Xia Rongshan: "..."

Qin Xuanlang: "..."

Hey, it turned out to be a matter of naming the little prince.

Qin Xuanlang flipped the name "Xia Sheng" upside down in his heart and made a mockery of it, but when he came to his mouth, it was: "Your Majesty, this name is very good, but..."

"Just what?"

"There are countless people with the surname Xia in Daliang. Although the meaning of your name for the little prince is good, it really does not fit the status of the little prince!" Qin Xuanlang persuaded sincerely, "Think twice, Your Majesty."

Mu Rugui lowered his eyes and nodded silently, as if he understood.

On the surface, Qin Xuanlang praised him for caring for the empress, but actually complained that the name was too common, and then the crown prince would collide with the names of ordinary people's children.

If it really hit it, it must be someone else's fault. It's uncertain at that time, and it will attract complaints.

The loss outweighs the gain.

Mu Rugui finally suppressed the idea of ​​naming the little prince "Mu Xiasheng", and the historian also heaved a sigh of relief.

Mu Rugui turned to ask Xia Rongshan if he had any good ideas.

Xia Rongshan: "..."

Xia Rongshan had a headache: "Your Majesty, the old minister is a rough man who can't speak words. When the old minister returns home and asks his wife, he may have an idea."

Mu Rugui readily agreed, and turned to Qin Xuanlang to name his son.

Qin Xuanlang froze, envious of Zhen Guohou for the first time in his heart.

If he also went to lead the army to fight, why should he take on such a thankless task?

Fortunately, Xia Chaosheng didn't give Qin Xuanlang a headache for a long time.

The prince of Daliang, according to the ancestral etiquette system, was ranked in the Zhao generation.

It happened that when the little prince was full moon, there was a heavy snowfall in the capital, so he named his son Zhaoxue, and he also hoped that if he ascended the throne in the future, he would be honest and fair, and he meant that the unjust case would be rehabilitated.

The historian felt that the name was too burdensome, but it was better than the messy "sheng" chosen by His Majesty, so he immediately wrote the name on the rice paper regardless of the pros and cons.

Mu Rugui reluctantly agreed, stretched out his hand to flick Mu Zhaoxue's little head, then turned around and pulled Xia Chaosheng back to the Hall of Eternal Life.

At this time, the effect of Yizi medicine had gradually faded, and Mu Rugui didn't intend to let Xia Chaosheng take it again.

Xia Chaosheng had always hoped for his health to improve, but now that the prince was born, his spirit was getting better day by day. After ten days and half a month, he went to the royal hunting ground to ride a horse.

The young prince in bright clothes and angry horse seemed to have returned. When Mu Rugui went down to the hunting ground to pick up Xia Chaosheng, he happened to see him bending his bow and setting his arrow, hitting the bull's-eye with his arrow.

Xia Chaosheng gave a low laugh, and said vigorously to Sanhe who got off his horse: "Move the target further away."

Sanhe jolted over, moving the target back twenty steps.

Xia Chaosheng shot another arrow, and it still hit the bull's-eye.

Mu Rugui couldn't help clapping his hands.

He turned around, sat on the horseback, smiled proudly and arrogantly: "Uncle Nine, did I shoot well?"

Mu Rugui walked over, turned over and rode on Xia Chaosheng's back, put his palm on the back of his hand, led him to shoot an arrow, and pointed out: "Well, it's not as good as me."

Xia Chaosheng blushed for no reason, and lightly kicked Mu Rugui's dragon robe with his boots: "No one is serious."

Mu Rugui innocently kissed the base of his ear: "You said it first."

Xia Chaosheng jumped off his horse in embarrassment, threw the longbow to Sanhe, and muttered angrily, "I won't play anymore, it's boring."

"Okay, let's go back to the palace." Mu Rugui chased after him with a smile, took his hand, and walked slowly towards the Palace of Longevity.

The sun was just right at this moment, and their shadows were reflected on the palace wall, embracing and protecting each other.

Mu Rugui was full of tenderness, and as he was walking, he suddenly heard Xia Chaosheng's soft sobs coming from beside him.

"very nice."

Mu Rugui paused slightly, and raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his cheeks.

"Uncle Nine, that's great." Xia Chaosheng's eyes shone brightly, but the corners of his lips curled up in a smile.

Mu Rugui's heart was shocked, and his eyes couldn't help but become hot.

Mu Rugui held him tightly in his arms, and said firmly, "Well, it will be better."

In October in Beijing, there was auspicious snowfall.

Mu Rugui chooses an auspicious day and reorganizes the post-sealing ceremony.

Xia Chaosheng, who was dressed in fiery red court clothes, walked through the long palace road and walked to Mu Rugui's side step by step.

He was so nervous that he didn't dare to look around, he didn't let out a long breath until he held Mu Rugui's hand, and then he couldn't help laughing.

It turned out that Uncle Jiu's palms were also covered in sweat.

"Husband." Xia Chaosheng murmured softly.

Mu Rugui's palms were sweating even more, others couldn't see it, but Xia Chaosheng knew that Uncle Jiu couldn't even take a step.

He didn't feel nervous at all, just amused.

Mu Rugui took Xia Chaosheng's hand and walked straight into the Golden Luan Hall, while Sanhe waited in the hall holding Mu Zhaoxue, who was a bit bigger.

The little prince will receive the gift together with Xia Chaosheng.

Mu Rugui's eyes fell on Mu Zhaoxue, and immediately he hummed softly in a voice that only Xia Chaosheng and him could hear.

Xia Chaosheng squeezed Uncle Jiu's hand indiscriminately.

Mu Rugui put away the dissatisfaction on his face and continued to pull him forward.

Xia Chaosheng held back his laughter until he almost fainted.

The little prince in Sanhe's arms also seemed to sense his father's hostility, and the moment Mu Rugui reached out to hug him, he kicked him——

"put--"

Mu Rugui's presumptuousness stuck in his throat, because Xia Chaosheng pinched his fingertips again.

As a result, the new emperor of Daliang kicked the little prince, and his face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

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