Reborn as a King in the Hand

"Young Lord, are you feeling unwell? This servant is going to decoct the medicine now." Xia Hua looked around and saw that the candles in the curtain were all extinguished, so she took out the flint from her bosom: "My servant will light the lamp for you." .”

Xia Zhaosheng's heart suddenly rose to his throat, and he said anxiously: "No!"

Turn on the lamp, and the situation on the couch can be seen at a glance.

Seeing someone on his bed, Xia Hua might faint from fright. Even if she didn't faint, seeing Uncle Jiu's face clearly, Xia Hua would definitely tell his parents about it.

How can they be so close when they are not yet married?

If his father found out, he would definitely break his leg!

Thinking of this, Xia Chaosheng immediately covered the blanket tighter: "Xia Hua, I'm fine, don't light the lamp, it's bright, I can't sleep again."

Xia Hua didn't doubt that he was there, and quickly put away the flint: "Does the young master feel cold? This servant will change the stove for you."

The maid left in a hurry, and his hanging heart relaxed a little. He turned around and looked at the bulging quilt by his side, blushing suddenly.

Uncle Jiu came to give him medicine in the middle of the night.

Xia Zhaosheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his heart was pounding.

Although he has lived two lives, he has never experienced human affairs.In the previous life, he was just a stand-in, and the prince didn't think about him, so naturally he wouldn't consummate the marriage with him on the wedding night.

He only lay in Mu Rugui's arms after his death.

now……

Suddenly there was a low coughing sound from under the blanket, and a strange breath lingered in the curtain. The man who carried him out of Fengqi Palace in the previous life was lying quietly beside him.

Xia Zhaosheng woke up like a dream, and hurriedly lifted the blanket: "Uncle Jiu, am I... am I covering it too tightly?"

As he spoke, his already small voice completely weakened.

Uncle Jiu just touched his foot.

Already a married man, Xia Chaosheng naturally knew that the ankle was untouchable by others and must be touched by the closest person.

He was willing to marry Uncle Jiu, but just now he felt ashamed because of the itching of his soles just now.

Xia Chaosheng quickly glanced at Mu Rugui.

The tent was dim, and he couldn't see Uncle Jiu's expression clearly, but he always felt that Uncle Jiu was laughing at him, his face turned redder, and he moved clumsily to the side of the couch.

Xia Chaosheng didn't know that Mu Rugui was a warrior and knew how to hold his breath, and that Mu Rugui just followed his pulling force and fell on the bed on purpose.

Mu Rugui was reluctant to let go of Xia Chaosheng's hand.

But when he was covered under the blanket, he really felt his chest tight and his whole body stiff.

...Because Xia Chaosheng's slender waist was right in front of Mu Rugui's eyes, and the faint scent of medicine on his body rushed into his nose.

Lying on the couch, Mu Rugui almost recklessly strangled the people around him in his arms.

Fortunately, the voice kept pulling him back from his trance.

Xia Chaosheng was with his maid Zhou Xuan, his hands hidden under the blanket trembled slightly due to nervousness.Mu Rugui felt pity in his heart and wanted to hold that hand.

He kept pumping up his courage, stretched out his fingers hesitantly, and retracted in panic when he was about to touch the back of Xia Chaosheng's hand.

Mu Rugui thought sadly, how could Xia Chaosheng want his comfort?

Even if Xia Chaosheng didn't want to marry into the East Palace, he must have the place of the prince in his heart.

What is he doing now?

Sneak in?

But there was another voice in Mu Rugui's heart that sounded seductively: So what if you sneak in?

As long as you get married, Xia Chaosheng is yours.

marry……

Mu Rugui's eyes lit up with fiery light, and with the last ounce of courage, he stretched out his hand, but Xia Chaosheng moved towards the side of the couch at the same time.

Mu Rugui froze immediately, his hand still stretched out in a awkward position.

He had long been used to the dim curtains, and he could clearly see Xia Zhaosheng's tight lips and trembling shoulders, and his heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

really.

The so-called "I don't want to marry into the East Palace" was indeed Xia Chaosheng's angry words.

For the sake of the crown prince, Xia Chaosheng could even give up his life, so what is he?

A double who looks somewhat similar to the prince?

"You go to sleep." Mu Rugui got up, and dug his fingers into the blanket, "The medicine...you wipe it yourself tomorrow."

As soon as the words fell, the warm body suddenly rushed over.

Xia Chaosheng hugged Mu Rugui's arm, and hurriedly said, "Uncle Jiu, you want to go?"

The embarrassment in his heart disappeared after hearing that Mu Rugui was leaving.

"Uncle Jiu, I...I don't know how to apply medicine, you...help me." Xia Chaosheng stammered and lied.

In the darkness, Mu Rugui's pupils trembled slightly.

The body that thinks day and night is close to each other, and through the material of the clothes, the body temperature still permeates through.

"I..." Mu Rugui's voice was dry, after hesitating for a while, he only said one word, "Okay."

Xia Chaosheng calmed down, let go of his hand, got up and looked for the medicine bottle that had rolled down under the couch: "Keep rubbing, okay?"

Mu Rugui's heart suddenly emptied following Xia Chaosheng's withdrawn hand, and he lowered his eyes in disappointment, then shook his head: "I don't need it today."

So, the lost person was replaced by Xia Chaosheng.

Wrapped in a blanket, he approached Mu Rugui tentatively, and thrust his cold fingers into Uncle Jiu's palm: "I...I'm cold."

Mu Rugui held his icy fingers, paused, and told the truth: "The maid went to get the stove."

The implication is that when the stove is turned on, the curtain will not be so cold, and Xia Chaosheng's hands will naturally warm up.

Xia Chaosheng: "..."

Where is the stove he wants?

What he wanted was Uncle Jiu!

But the truth is absolutely unspeakable.

Xia Chao gave a dull "Oh", knelt down on the couch, and stared at Uncle Jiu who didn't say a word.

Eyes meet in the dark.

Xia Chaosheng became insane unconsciously.

- Crack!

Someone stepped on a dead branch outside the curtain.

"Ah..." Xia Chaosheng was so frightened that he almost screamed, and Mu Rugui quickly covered his mouth with his hands.

There are many figures, it turns out that the night watch guards are patrolling the night.

Xia Zhaosheng's heartbeat gradually calmed down, but the hand covering his mouth did not move away.

The soft lips stuck to the hot palm, and rubbed against the scar that ran through the palm.

Xia Chaosheng's eyes were slightly hot, he didn't know where the scar came from, but Uncle Jiu must be in danger, otherwise such a terrible scar would not be left.

Hot tears fell on the back of Mu Rugui's hand.

"Scared you?" Mu Rugui was taken aback, quickly withdrew his hand, pursed his lips and apologized, "I won't touch you next time."

Xia Chaosheng shook his head, groping for Mu Rugui's hand.

In his previous life, he followed Uncle Jiu after his death, and he had seen the scars on Uncle Jiu's body - just more and more, and he didn't know how Mu Rugui got here in those years.

People in the world only know that he is the invincible killing god of Daliang, but no one cares about him. His reputation is poured out with blood.

After all, he is a human being, after all, only a mortal body.

A cool little hand pressed against Mu Rugui's palm.

He choked up and said, "Uncle Jiu, don't get hurt in the future, okay?"

How could the people on the bloody battlefield not be injured?

But when Mu Rugui faced Xia Chaosheng, he would always say "yes."

Mu Rugui raised his fingers carefully, held the hand in his palm, and solemnly promised: "Okay."

After a while, Xia Hua came back lightly, and put the stove in the curtain.

Remembering Xia Chaosheng's instructions, she didn't dare to take out the flint, she listened in the dark, and vaguely caught a steady breathing sound, and then she left with peace of mind.

Mu Rugui, holding his breath, gathered the blanket after she left.

Xia Chaosheng fell asleep crying.

He curled up beside Mu Rugui, with one hand still on Uncle Jiu's cuff, tightly hooking it, not allowing anyone to leave.

When the sky broke, Mu Rugui returned to his tent.

Hong Wu and Hei Qi, who had been anxious all night, breathed a sigh of relief, and asked tentatively, "My lord, my little lord..."

Mu Rugui didn't close his eyes almost all night, but at this moment he didn't show signs of fatigue at all, just staring at his sleeves that Xia Chaosheng had pulled over him in a daze.

"My lord, are your clothes broken?" Hei Qi rubbed her head, and leaned over in a terrible way, "If it's broken, this subordinate will help you change your clothes."

Mu Rugui gave Hei Qi a cold look, then continued to stare down at his sleeve.

"My lord..."

Seeing that Hei Qi wanted to ask more questions, Hong Wu pulled him out of the curtain with a headache.

In the next few days, Mu Rugui sneaked into Xia Chaosheng's tent under the cover of night to apply medicine for him.

Xia Zhaosheng's ankle swelling subsided quickly, and he was able to support Xia Hua's hand, barely walking around the curtain a few times. After four days of continuous carriage, the mighty team finally stopped at the foot of Mount Li.

The curtains on the side of the paddock were set up in advance, and they were arranged one at a time according to the rank of officials.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or man-made, but by coincidence, the curtain of the young prince of Zhen Guogong's mansion is stuck between His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and the Ninth Prince.

Xia Chaosheng took Xia Hua's hand and got off the carriage, coughing weakly twice.

The mountains are majestic and the snow is flying.

Lishan paddock is no better than Shangjing, just arrived in November, it is already covered with silver and covered with snow.

Groups of horses were galloping on the cleared pastures, young masters and ladies from Shangjing were galloping, and hearty laughter wafted in the wind.

"Isn't this the young master?" The steed raised its front hooves, and the muddy snow splashed on Xia Chaosheng's cloak.

Xia Chaosheng raised his eyelids without changing his face: "Young Master Yan, long time no see."

The person who came was Yan Yufeng, the younger brother of Yan Yuhua, the leader of the Jinwu Guard.

Because of his elder brother, Yan Yufeng and Prince Mu got acquainted as expected, and he was also one of the people who disliked Xia Chaosheng the most.

It's funny to say that the crown prince knew that Yan Yufeng had a bad attitude, but he never stopped him. In his previous life, he didn't notice anything strange...

How stupid.

Xia Chaosheng raised the corners of his lips mockingly.

"Why does the young master ride in a carriage like a woman?" Yan Yufeng, who was wearing a dark green suit, was riding on the back of a maroon horse. He swung his whip and laughed loudly: "I forgot, From now on, Young Master will act like a woman and give birth to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

"But you see, even women can ride horses, but the young master is stuck in a carriage. He is really inferior to women!" "You..."

Before Xia Chaosheng had any reaction, Xia Hua held down the sword at his waist first, and stood in front of him with red eyes.

"Tsk, young master, even if you are inferior to women, you can't hide behind women all day long..."

In the blink of an eye, a black shadow whizzed over, interrupting Yan Yufeng's sneering sarcasm.

The maroon horse was frightened and raised its front hooves high.

Yan Yufeng is just a dude who hangs out with the prince all day long, and he doesn't have much skill in riding a horse. When the horse under his crotch is frightened, he will be thrown heavily to the ground.

All this happened so suddenly that Xia Chaosheng didn't realize that the shadow that just flew over was an arrow with jet-black feathers falling until Yan Yufeng wailed on the ground holding his calf.

He turned back sharply.

The sun is like gurgling water, flowing along the snow to the distance.

In the dense tree shadows, there seemed to be a person standing against the light, holding a longbow in his hand, with sharp eyes, like a jackal in the wilderness.

Yan Yufeng didn't know where the arrow came from, and he was shooting arrows in the distance like a man from Zhen Guohou's mansion, and a burst of ugly curses burst out of his mouth.

He was talking nonsense, calling Xia Chaosheng a waste, don't think that with the title of Young Master, others will be afraid of you.

He also said, my brother is the commander of the Jinwu Guard!

A leader who only obeys His Majesty's orders!

If His Majesty knew that you were hunting for something wrong...

That is to say, between breaths, the arrow was like black lightning, brushing against Xia Zhaosheng's temples, and like a thunderbolt, it struck directly between Yan Yufeng's legs.

Xia Chaosheng's eyes lit up, and before she could look back again, another arrow pierced the wind.

- Whoosh!

This time, the tip of the arrow nailed Yan Yufeng's clothes.

Yan Yufeng immediately covered his head and rolled onto the horse's stomach, screaming: "Xia Chaosheng, you... are you not afraid that I will tell His Highness the Crown Prince?"

"Oh?" Xia Chaosheng blinked, and asked novelty, "What do you tell His Highness the Crown Prince?"

"You...you hurt me because you are dissatisfied with His Highness the Crown Prince!"

"Young Master Yan is joking." He took half a step back slowly, distanced himself from Yan Yufeng, "You also know that I am delicate and weak, and I can't pull a bow and arrow. The surrounding palace people can also testify that I have not Shooting arrows at you."

Xia Chaosheng paused, deliberately dragged out his voice, and said, "His Royal Highness is wise and powerful, and he will never listen to slander."

"You wait for me!" Yan Yufeng was at a loss for words for a moment, the wound on his leg was aching, and he took all his anger on Xia Zhaosheng, "You offended me, you don't want to step into the East Palace in the future!"

— Whoosh whoosh!

The sound of piercing the sky reappeared.

Three consecutive arrows nailed a dividing line before Xia Chaosheng and Yan Yufeng.

The calm and composed Xia Chaosheng was on one side, and the embarrassed Yan Yufeng was on the other.

The arrow trembled slightly in the cold wind. After a brief stalemate, Yan Yufeng crawled out from under the horse's belly with a gloomy face.

"You will regret it." These were the last words he left for Xia Chaosheng.

There was a sound of steady footsteps in the wind.

Xia Chaosheng turned his head in surprise, and saw Mu Rugui standing in the snow with a tall and tall body, carrying a longbow on his back, meeting his gaze briefly, and then turned around abruptly.

Xia Chaosheng didn't see it, but Mu Rugui's ears turned red again.