Reborn as a King in the Hand

The candlelight is faint, and there are many figures in the curtain.

Mu Ruqi put the secret letter on the candlelight, squinted his eyes, watched the crimson tongue of flames engulf the handwriting, couldn't help but sneered: "As expected."

The accompanying eunuch said flatteringly: "Everything is according to His Royal Highness's plan."

"Because I am the person who knows Xia Chaosheng the best in the world." Mu Ruqi raised the corners of his lips conceitedly, "He wants to marry me so much, so he can't understand Nine Emperor Uncle."

"At this time, he will hate anyone who doesn't have long eyes and leans in front of him."

"Isn't the Ninth Prince just..." The eunuch deliberately paused, and the rest of the words were replaced by a meaningful smile.

"You." Mu Ruqi didn't blame the eunuch's verbal presumption. After the secret letter was turned into ashes, he brushed off the dust on his sleeves and said casually, "How is Yue Ji?"

"Yue Ji is happy to know that she is pregnant with the flesh and blood of His Royal Highness the Prince!"

"Happy? Just be happy...then do it tonight and let her die happily."

"His Royal Highness, don't worry, the medicine has been put in Yue Ji's diet."

Mu Ruqi nodded in satisfaction, a gust of wind blew by, and the lights in his tent went out.

After a while, several furtive figures appeared in the night.

"Hurry up!" The eunuch deliberately lowered his voice and drifted away with the wind, "Quietly throw him into the river, don't dawdle!"

"Eunuch, what is this..."

"You shouldn't ask, don't ask!"

The figures in the darkness moved faster, and soon, there was the muffled sound of heavy objects falling into the water.

The eunuch stood on the bank, staring at the dark river, making sure that no one came up, and looked at the palace man standing by the river with satisfaction: "His Royal Highness still has a big reward, you guys, go and get the reward!" .”

The palace people thanked him happily, and the moment they turned around, a piercing sword light flashed in front of their eyes.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the dull sound of water resounded from the shore.

The Jinwu Guard withdrew his sword and retreated into the thick night again.

The dim moon poked out from behind the clouds, scarlet blood stained the surface of the river, and after an unknown amount of time, the slight sound of water resounded again.

Bai Liu dragged a half-dead woman ashore.

At the same time, King Liang also handed the secret letter in front of the candlelight: "It seems that my gift of marriage really made the residence of the Marquis of Zhenguo and the residence of the prince completely turn against each other."

Chang Zhong knelt in front of the couch, beating his legs for King Liang, and paused slightly when he heard the words.

"Why, am I wrong?"

"How could your Majesty be wrong?" Chang Zhong lowered his head and changed his hammer to pinch, "I just want to think, what should Zhen Guohou do if he is really ill?"

"If he is sick, I will feel relieved." Liang Wang disagreed, "It is good that the whole Zhen Guohou's mansion is sick!"

"The marriage..."

"Of course we can't withdraw it." Liang Wang patted his leg and signaled Chang Zhong to beat the other side, "That rough man Xia Rongshan can't make a fuss here, he must go to the palace to ask for an explanation. It's the easiest way for me to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight. But that's all!"

"Your Majesty, if this is the case, you have to comfort His Highness the Crown Prince, after all, Young Master is his favorite."

"Comfort? In the future, I will choose someone from a better family to be his concubine."

"Your Majesty is right."

…………

"hiss--"

"Young Lord, do you know it hurts now?" Xia Hua rubbed the medicine for Xia Chaosheng with red eyes, "I should have followed you just now!"

Xia Chaosheng took a breath and explained to Mu Rugui: "I have explained to you that the Ninth Prince did not push me. I accidentally stepped on the gravel and injured my foot. If the Ninth Prince was not by my side, It must have hurt more."

Xia Hua reluctantly believed it, and after helping Xia Chaosheng with the medicine, together with Qiu Chan, they helped him eat dinner and drink the medicine, and then quietly retreated outside the hall.

At some point in the valley, fine snow fell.

Xia Chaosheng wrapped up the blanket tightly, leaned against the couch, watched the sparks rising from the stove, his face suddenly became hot.

He seemed to meet Mu Rugui's burning gaze again.

"Uncle Nine..." Xia Chaosheng put the back of his hand on his cheek, trying to cool down his cheek, but it was counterproductive, and the blush on his face did not fade until he fell into a drowsy sleep.

It was late at night, and the bonfire was gradually covered by snow.

The tall and straight figure quietly flashed into Xia Chaosheng's curtain, without disturbing the drowsy maid Cicada.

The lights are flickering, and the warmth is harmonious.

A fluffy figure curled up on the couch.

Xia Chaosheng felt cold at night, so he pressed the fox fur blanket on his body. At this moment, like a silver-white fox, he buried his head in his arms, and fell asleep in the most reassuring position.

Mu Rugui stood by the stove that was about to go out, holding a small bottle of plaster for tendon injuries, and stared at his side face with the corners exposed, without blinking.

Xia Chaosheng's meandering eyebrows and eyes lost a bit of their sharpness in the candlelight, and even the edges and corners became abnormally soft.

Mu Rugui's heart softened as well, and the dim light of the fire in the stove burned fiercely again in his eyes.

Mu Rugui walked over step by step, knelt in front of the couch, lifted the corner of the quilt as if obsessed, his slender figure came into view, he was in a daze for a moment, stretched out his hand to hold Xia Chaosheng's injured foot, and carefully lifted the white quilt Clothes.

--Snapped!

The red candle suddenly burst into a flower.

Mu Rugui woke up from his dream, realized what he had done, and immediately turned away with a blushing face.

The slender fingers also ran away, and the fingertips ran across the soft and smooth skin in a panic, leaving a reddish mark.

Mu Rugui was too remorseful, took out the plaster, and didn't dare to look at Xia Chaosheng's ankle again, the base of his ear was burned into two balls of fire.

He wanted to see him, so he found a reason that he could convince himself—ordinary people have sprained feet, and they often have to rest for more than a month.

Xia Zhaosheng had just recovered from a serious illness, so he was naturally even more delicate. If he didn't rub the plaster for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis with his hands, his ankle would be so swollen that he couldn't even walk when he woke up tomorrow.

So he has to come.

After Mu Rugui convinced himself, he became more focused on rubbing the ointment, first rubbing the ointment in his palm, and then gently sticking it on the delicate skin, as if wrapping a piece of warm jade.

The smell of ointment filled the curtains.

Suddenly, the jade in Mu Rugui's palm moved.

"Uncle Nine..." Xia Chaosheng's soft voice was like thunder on the ground in the silent night.

Xia Chaosheng didn't want to open his mouth at first, but he was most afraid of others touching his soles, and Mu Rugui's fingers always rubbed against the ticklish flesh, so he opened his mouth tremblingly.

Mu Rugui stood up abruptly, his handsome face was filled with horror, and even accidentally knocked over the plaster.

The small porcelain vase rolled twice on the carpet, and finally disappeared under the bed.

The dozing Xia Hua suddenly woke up: "Young Master?"

Her hand reached for the curtain of the drapery.

Xia Chaosheng couldn't stop him in time, his body reacted first - he grabbed Mu Rugui's hand, pulled Uncle Jiu onto the couch, and then covered it tightly with a fox fur blanket.

"Young Master?"

At the critical moment, Xia Chaosheng blew out the candle beside the bed.