Reborn as a King in the Hand

"Yes...is there an assassin?" Hei Qi, who was riding a horse in a daze, was shocked, and when the white shadow fell from the wall, the long sword had already been unsheathed.

"Idiot." Hong Wu raised his leg angrily and kicked him.

Hei Qi was caught off guard and fell off the horse, rolled on the spot, and got up disheveled: "Why are you crazy?"

Hong Wu gave him a warning look.

Hei Qi scratched his hair suspiciously, followed Hong Wu's gaze——

Hey, isn't the one in the prince's arms the sickly young master of the Hou family?

Hei Qi had seen Xia Chaosheng from afar many years ago, and he has been shocked to this day.

It's just that the current young master's cheeks are sunken, his eyes are black and blue, and he looks like he is dying, leaving nothing but horror.

Xia Chaosheng coughed in Mu Rugui's arms, and when a gust of north wind blew, the blood in his chest surged, and he vomited out a mouthful of blackened blood.

"Birth!" Marquis Zhen Guo, who had climbed up the courtyard wall, happened to bump into this scene, trembling with anger, "You... you, you, you, are you willing to give up your life for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"

Xia Chaosheng's consciousness was blown to pieces by the wind, he didn't hear the roar of Zhen Guohou, he only smelled the ice-cold breath.

Tears welled up in Xia Chaosheng's eyes: "Uncle Jiu..."

Yes, this is the Ninth Uncle he is familiar with.

It was Uncle Jiu who had been suffering in the world for 30 years in order to avenge him.

He doesn't like to call Mu Rugui "Uncle Nine Emperors" like Mu Ruqi, but he still likes to call him "Uncle Nine".

"Uncle Nine... Uncle Nine..." His slender fingers climbed onto Mu Rugui's collar.

Mu Rugui's expression froze and he remained motionless, allowing Xia Chaosheng to fumble around.

In just a short while, Xia Chaosheng burned again, like a piece of hot coal.

He saw himself in the previous life turned into a ghost.

No one can see his figure, no one can hear his voice.

Uncle Nine, Uncle Nine, I'm right here.

Why... can't you see me?

Xia Chaosheng felt sad and vomited another mouthful of blood.

Hot blood splattered on the back of Mu Rugui's hand, like red plum blossoms blooming in the Hou's mansion, and the smell of fishy sweetness suddenly became strong.

Mu Rugui joined the army at the age of 12, and was never afraid of blood and death, but now, with his arms around Xia Chaosheng, who was coughing up blood, he was so nervous that he held his breath and didn't dare to move.

He has seen rabbits caught by goshawks on the snow field, and winter jasmine flowers blooming in the first spring breeze...but he has never seen a person who is more fragile than Xia Chaosheng.

He was also injured, and there are still countless unhealed wounds on his body, but he never felt pain until the blood dripped down the corner of Xia Zhaosheng's lips——he finally realized that what he held in his arms was a piece of A snowflake that is about to melt will melt if you hold it in your mouth, and it will shatter when you hold it.

Pieces of dazzling red flashed before Mu Rugui's eyes, and he was stunned for a moment.

Another gust of cold wind blew by, and Zhen Guohou finally jumped off the courtyard wall.

With kung fu in his body, he jumped, like a mountain top, and landed steadily next to Mu Rugui's horse.

"My lord." After Xia Rongshan fell to the ground, he stretched out his hand hastily, regardless of his dignity, "The dog is so stubborn that it disturbs the lord, it deserves death!"

He was panting like a cow, staring at his bloodshot eyes, really mad with anger.

Xia Rongshan thought that Xia Chaosheng pretended not to marry into the East Palace in order to see the prince, and after everyone in the mansion relaxed their vigilance, they climbed over the wall and left the mansion, trying to slip away.

If the Ninth Prince hadn't just passed by, Xia Chaosheng fell off the courtyard wall after being seriously ill, and Hua Tuo might not be able to save him in the next life!

Mu Rugui's fingertips trembled imperceptibly, and he came to his senses: "He vomited blood again."

"What?!" Xia Rongshan's feet softened, and the anger in his heart was replaced by fear in an instant. He leaned on the wall and shouted, "Come on, come on! Get all the imperial doctors in the mansion..."

Before he finished speaking, a black shadow flashed before his eyes.

It was Mu Rugui who jumped up with Xia Chaosheng in his arms, lightly tapped his toes on the saddle, and landed firmly on the courtyard wall.

"Lead the way." Mu Rugui glanced at the stunned servants in the courtyard, and said two words coldly.

Xia Hua was the first to react.

She didn't dare to look up, she fell heavily first, then got up reluctantly and ran towards the bedroom.

Mu Rugui followed closely behind, but did not hear Xia Chaosheng's ravings being blown away by the wind.

He was in a nightmare.

Uncle Nine, Uncle Nine.

Uncle Jiu don't—don't drink that bowl of poisoned wine.

Xia Chaosheng bounced up like a startled fish in Mu Rugui's arms, and fell down again.

A "no" fell in Mu Rugui's ears.

The two words turned into the sharpest dagger in the world, piercing into his heart.

There was a flash of pain in Mu Rugui's dark eyes.

Don't what?

Don't marry into the palace, don't stop him from looking for the prince?

Mu Rugui's arms around Xia Chaosheng's waist suddenly tightened, and he didn't even hear the worried exclamations of Hong Wu and Hei Qi behind him.

"The lord's legs..." Hong Wu climbed up the courtyard wall, and coldness climbed up her cheeks.

Hei Qi followed closely behind, changed his usual inconspicuousness, and looked at the servants in the courtyard with flickering eyes, "It's good that no one is paying attention."

Hong Wu sighed silently, said no more, put his hands together, and landed in the courtyard.Almost at the same time, Black Seven also fell.

But no matter how fast they were, Mu Rugui had already disappeared from the courtyard.

Mu Rugui followed Xia Hua to Xia Chaosheng's bedroom.

"No, the little duke has a fever again!" The imperial doctor who had been waiting for a long time just put the back of his hand on Xia Chaosheng's forehead, and screamed again and again, "My lord, put down the little duke!"

The imperial physician who was holding the pitch-black soup sighed worriedly: "If the young master has a high fever tonight, I'm afraid it will be dangerous!"

While talking, another imperial doctor came running with a medicine box on his back, hurriedly taking silver needles, silk cloth and other things out.

He muttered "How offending", lifted Xia Chaosheng's clothes, and covered his slender wrists under a translucent white gauze.

The white gauze was flawless, beside the white wrist like falling snow, it was actually set off a bit gloomy.

"It's okay, it's okay, the medicine given to the little lord earlier has worked." After the imperial doctor concentrated his pulse, he breathed a long sigh of relief, collapsed on the ground, raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, "quick, give it to the little lord." Grandpa pour a bowl!"

The imperial physician who brought the medicine stepped forward immediately, Mu Rugui didn't wait for him to reach out, and took the initiative to support Xia Chaosheng's soft neck.

"Thank you, my lord." The imperial physician did not dare to neglect, he handed the bowl to Xia Chaosheng's mouth, and poured it slowly.

It's a pity that Xia Zhaosheng spat out as much as he poured in.

He lost consciousness and lost his temper in Mu Rugui's arms in a daze: "Bitter... so bitter!"

"Young Lord, the good medicine tastes bitter." The imperial doctor was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.

Xia Chaosheng curled up in Mu Rugui's arms as if he hadn't heard of it, and burst into tears.

The poisonous wine given to him by Mu Rushou, who became the King of Liang, was also so bitter.

"I don't want to drink...I don't want to drink!"

"I'll do it." Xia Chaosheng made a fuss so hard that Mu Rugui had no choice but to wrap his arms around his willow-like waist.

The imperial physician hesitated for a moment, then bit the bullet and handed over the medicine bowl.

"... Chaosheng." The name that had been rolled in my heart countless times rolled out along the tip of Mu Rugui's tongue, vaguely with a hint of rigidity, and was quickly submerged in a silent sigh.

Mu Ru turned serious and said, "Drink the medicine."

The imperial physicians were all startled, they were so frightened by Mu Rugui's humming that their backs were covered with cold sweat.

The imperial physician who delivered the medicine to Mu Rugui regretted it too much.

This is the Ninth Prince who can scare children to tears just by mentioning his name. How can he let him feed medicine to the young master?

But Xia Chaosheng, who was still making a fuss just now, suddenly quieted down.

The imperial doctors raised their hearts to their throats and secretly raised their heads, only to see the young master holding Mu Rugui's hand, crying and drinking all the medicine.

After Xia Chaosheng drank the medicine, his face wrinkled into a ball, and his fingers grabbed Mu Rugui's sleeves.

Mu Rugui saw Xia Chaosheng's ruthlessness, and thought that he would continue to toss, and he was mentally prepared, but what he waited for was cold fingers desperately squeezing his palm.

"I want...I want this..." Xia Chaosheng murmured weakly in Mu Rugui's arms.

Mu Rugui's heart skipped a beat, he raised his fingers uncontrollably, grabbed a round bead, and also held Xia Chaosheng's cool fingertips.

The enthusiasm is rolling, and the fingers are connected to the heart.

The boy's brows and eyes have not yet fully opened, but he already has the appearance of a celestial being, and even illness can't cover up the brilliance between his brows.It's just that this face is covered in pain, and it seems that there is something hidden in it. The eyes are dripping with the thick eyelashes, and the bloodless lips are also slightly squirming, and it seems that there are thousands of words to say.

But Mu Rugui knew that his pain was not for him, and he would not tell him about his pain.

Mu Rugui's dark eyes moved slightly, his hot eyes fell on those two pale pink lips, his body also became hot with Xia Chaosheng, and he bent down obsessively.

The breathing is entangled, like a dream.

The fragrance of medicine is close at hand.

Even though he knew Xia Chaosheng hated him deeply, he was still greedy for a trace of warmth that didn't belong to him.

--boom!

Zhen Guohou, holding a knife, suddenly knocked open the bedroom door: "How is my son, how is my son?!"

Mu Rugui got up suddenly, and the clothes embroidered with dark golden mangwen drew a sharp arc in front of the couch.

Xia Rongshan didn't expect that the Ninth Prince was still at his son's side, and he swallowed the sentence "If it can't be cured, you will be buried with my son" and swallowed it back, knelt down on the ground, and bowed his hands in thanks: "Thank you, the Ninth Prince, for saving my son's life! "

He said a lot of things against his will today, but this sentence of thanks came from the bottom of his heart.

Mu Rugui shook his head, signaled the imperial physician to report his condition to Marquis Zhen Guo, and sat back in front of Xia Chaosheng's couch again.

Good medicine can indeed save lives, Xia Chaosheng, who was still angry just now, has a little blood on his face, and the rush of breathing is no longer exhausted.

Mu Rugui's hanging heart fell to the ground slowly, and he looked down at his palm.

In the scarred palm, the pearl shines brightly.He clenched his five fingers again, with careful and cautious movements, as if he was holding Xia Chaosheng's pale fingertips again.

What he can give him may be like this luminous pearl, flashy and unreal.

To Xia Chaosheng, Ye Mingzhu is just a plaything, which can be discarded at any time like a shoe.

But for himself, it is already a rare glimmer of life.