Reborn as a King in the Hand

"Young Master, congratulations."

Xia Chaosheng managed to finish coughing, and said weakly, "I'm sorry, father-in-law, I'm going to run this trip."

He recognized Chang Zhong, and vaguely remembered that this father-in-law did not follow Mu Ruqi, but quietly disappeared after the death of King Liang.

Xia Chaosheng responded normally to someone who had nothing to do with him. After finishing his polite words, he asked Xia Hua to reward him with some golden melon seeds, and then turned to look for Mu Rugui.

It's strange to say that it's an imperial decree to advance the date of marriage, but Mu Rugui's expression is even more terrifying than that of a man who was dying to live and never marry a few days ago.

Xia Zhaosheng vaguely sensed that something was wrong, and when he wanted to find Mu Rugui again, Hei Qi actually stopped him and refused to let him enter the tent.

"Young Master." Hei Qi grinned and stood in front of the curtain, "The prince is changing clothes."

"Changing clothes?" Xia Chaosheng was taken aback, "Why change clothes?"

Hei Qi snorted: "Young Lord, how do the subordinates know about the master?"

Xia Chaosheng slammed the door shut, bit his lips and hesitated for a moment, thinking that Uncle Jiu could hear his own voice: "Then I... come back later."

Mu Rugui could indeed hear Xia Chaosheng's voice.

He stood behind the curtain, staring at the slender figure reflected on the curtain, his gaze was calm at first glance, but he could only see the tide surging inside when he looked closely.

Mountains whistling, tsunami, and wind and rain were about to come, all of which were suppressed in a thin layer of pain.

He suppressed himself, and almost cruelly separated himself from Xia Chaosheng's side.

"My lord, why didn't you see the young master?" Hong Wu said worriedly, "The wedding date is brought forward, it's a happy event."

Hong Wudan knew that Mu Rugui was happy with Xia Chaosheng, but he didn't know that Mu Rugui would rather taste the pain of not getting what he wanted alone than see Xia Chaosheng sad.

"Happy event?" The corners of Mu Rugui's mouth twitched, but he couldn't smile.

The reason why Xia Chaosheng came to him was that he didn't think that the wedding date was a happy event, but he came to ask him to make it happen, right?

Mu Rugui couldn't do it.

He could accept that Xia Chaosheng had a private meeting with the prince, or he could accept that Xia Chaosheng didn't have him in his heart, but he really couldn't face a Xia Chaosheng who gave up his dignity and begged him for another man.

Xia Chaosheng went to find Mu Rugui twice more.

The first time, Hei Qi said that the prince went hunting, and the second time, Hong Wu hurriedly stopped him, saying that the prince was going to see His Majesty, but he was not in the tent.

He came and went for three to five days, until King Liang captured the white tiger and returned victorious, but he couldn't speak to Mu Rugui.Even the person who came to deliver tendon injury plaster at night was replaced by Red Five, and Mu Rugui never appeared again.

Xia Chaosheng was annoyed, his condition was repeated, and he had fever intermittently. Although it was not fatal, he could not leave his mouth with the soup and medicine, and he could hardly get out of the tent.

In the meantime, Xia Rongshan came once to confirm that Xia Chaosheng was fine, and then worriedly mentioned the matter of advancing the wedding date.

Xia Chaosheng comforted his father in turn: "I am willing, so I don't feel rushed."

Xia Rongshan stared wide-eyed: "You are my son Xia Rongshan, how can you be so shameless when you get married?!"

"It's been quite a year. When Dad married your mother, the bride price alone was 120!"

Xia Chaosheng: "..."

Xia Chaosheng blushed and coughed.

"Are you embarrassed?" Xia Rongshan sneered and waved back the palace man, sitting in front of the couch, staring at him steadfastly, "Son, have you really made up your mind about the matter of marriage?"

Xia Rongshan was afraid that his son would regret it, married into the palace and thought about the prince, and regretted it for the rest of his life.

"Father, I've made up my mind." Xia Chaosheng nodded and reminded his father in turn, "Father has to make a fuss in front of His Majesty."

Don't you have to make trouble?

The first imperial decree to grant marriage made Xia Chaosheng kneel down for half his life, and the second imperial decree to advance the marriage date must be meaningful, lest Liang Wang be overwhelmed.

"Do you still need to remind me?" Xia Rongshan blew his beard and stared, "Do you really think your father is a vulgar person who doesn't understand anything?"

Xia Chaosheng suppressed a smile and complimented him: "Father is wise and martial, and my son admires it."

Xia Rongshan left proudly.

His trip is just to see if his son's health is getting better, and to see if Xia Chaosheng has any intention of wavering.

Now that Xia Chaosheng is as firm as ever, he has no worries.

It was night, and the whole paddock echoed Zhen Guohou's "wailing".

Liang Wang had been prepared for a long time, patiently comforted him, practiced Tai Chi for half a night, and finally couldn't help but get angry, Xia Rongshan fell to the ground with an "ah" sound, his eyes were closed, his face turned blue, no one called him. don't wake up.

Immediately afterwards, his sick son heard that his father had fainted, and then fell seriously ill. Zhen Guohou's lineage, unexpectedly because of the early marriage, both fell ill.

Liang Wang was angry and funny, and felt that the prince's scheme to snatch the marriage was ingenious, so he waved his hand and added a dowry to Xia Chaosheng in the name of the royal family.

In Liang Wang's eyes, he was not adding a dowry to Xia Chaosheng, but an embarrassment.

With a reward from King Liang, there is no room for redemption in this marriage.

Xia Chaosheng lay on the couch in a good mood, pretending to be sick, listening to Xia Hua read the script, and looking outside the tent from time to time.

Today's weather is fine, Qiu Chan opened most of the curtain of the curtain to let the eyes shine in.

The golden light and shadow flowed slowly on the ground, like gurgling water, sparkling.

"Uncle Jiu hasn't come back yet?"

Xia Hua didn't bother to correct Xia Chaosheng's title, she shook her head and said, "Hong Wu told the servant that the reason why His Majesty was able to catch the white tiger was because the prince shot the white tiger in the eye with an arrow, and now he is discussing meritorious deeds and rewards in the tent."

"Uncle Jiu shot the white tiger in the eye?" Xia Chaosheng immediately lost interest in the conversation, stood up and looked at the sunlight outside the tent, and sighed in frustration, "I wanted to go and see the white tiger, but it's a pity..."

It's a pity that he is "still sick" and can't see people.

"When will the white tiger not be able to see it?" Xia Hua comforted him, "Your Majesty will definitely bring the white tiger back to Shangjing. At that time, the young duke will be able to see it as long as he enters the palace."

"Forget it, what's so good about a white tiger in a cage?" After all, Xia Chaosheng is the young lord of the Zhen Guohou's mansion. He used to come to the Lishan hunting ground to accompany the prince to hunt, and he could always help him suppress the fifth prince, let alone the tiger. Yes, he has even seen a black bear.

But this time, without his help, would Mu Ruqi be able to overwhelm the fifth prince?

Xia Chaosheng was thinking about it, but Xia Hua had already opened his mouth: "The prey caught by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is no different from that of the Fifth Prince, but His Majesty caught the most prey because of the presence of the Ninth Prince."

"Uncle Jiu..." Hearing this, he lowered his head and coughed while holding the stove.

In a few days, Shengjia will finally return to Luan.

Xia Chao Shengqiang cheered up, thinking that he could spend time alone with Mu Rugui on the way back to the capital, but unexpectedly, His Majesty suddenly decreed that his relatives would accompany him, and after the black armor and iron cavalry were broken, he had no chance to be alone with Uncle Jiu again.

Xia Chaosheng was hit hard, he lay in the carriage, depressed, and finally wandered back to Shangjing, before he had time to deal with the marriage, he fell seriously ill.

He lay on the bed and slept in a daze for three days, and then opened his eyes, Chang Zhong came to the Hou Mansion with a congratulatory gift from King Liang, saying that the horoscopes of his and Mu Rugui's birthdays had been matched, and he had calculated the auspicious hexagram.

But this is auspicious, except for Xia Chaosheng, no one believes it.

This is a marriage bestowed by His Majesty, even if the young master dies suddenly after stepping into the palace, it will still be auspicious!

Different from the gloomy and gloomy Hou Mansion, Mu Ruqi admired the gorgeous wedding dress in the East Palace happily.

Since the Xia Dynasty was not a woman, it was naturally impossible to sew the wedding dress by hand, and the custom in Daliang is to marry a man, and the future husband will present the wedding dress as a token of deep affection.

So on the way back to Beijing, Mu Ruqi specially asked his cronies to go to the south of the Yangtze River to spend a lot of money to find an embroiderer with excellent craftsmanship, and bought a sewn wedding dress.

Mu Ruqi felt that Xia Chaosheng was easy to coax.

In the previous life, before he exposed Xia Chaosheng as a stand-in, whenever there was a quarrel, just say a few nice words, buy some delicious food and send it to the Hou Mansion, and Xia Chaosheng would obediently return to his side.

In this life, if he doesn't use him as a stand-in and give him a luxurious wedding dress, Xia Chaosheng will definitely climb onto the sedan chair with tears of gratitude, right?

Mu Ruqi triumphantly asked his relatives to send the wedding dress to the Hou Mansion.

His Majesty made a clear decree to bestow the marriage, but the prince's personal attendants did not dare to enter the Hou's mansion in the name of delivering the wedding dress for the prince, so they hid the wedding dress in a wooden box, falsely calling it "medicine materials", and let the young man in front of the Hou's mansion go in and report.

After the boy went in, Hong Wu arrived within less than a stick of incense.

The wedding dress was sent by the royal residence in an upright manner, full of style, singing, playing, playing and singing, followed by a team of dragon and lion dancers, and all the people along the street came out to join in the fun.

Hong Wu also saw the prince's cronies in front of the Hou's mansion, and vaguely remembered that the other party's surname was Du, so he asked, "Brother Du is here?"

The prince's confidant surnamed Du smiled and said: "Oh, the palace is so grand."

Hong Wu glanced at the wooden box in his hand, and looked away coldly: "There will be a happy event in the East Palace in the future, I am afraid that it will be more stylish than the prince, brother Du, don't be envious."

"Envy? Waiting for the big day, with you..." Before the surname Du finished speaking, the servant of the Hou Mansion ran out and invited them in.

Hong Wu frowned, and kept the words of the prince's cronies in his heart. After the Hou's mansion accepted the wedding dress, Hui Wang's mansion immediately found Mu Rugui and told him what he had heard.

At that time, Mu Rugui was sitting in the newly furnished house, holding a longan in his hand in a daze.

Holding peanuts in his hand, Hei Qi carefully sprinkled them on the couch: "His Royal Highness's relatives are full of yin and yang all day long, remember what they said, what are you doing?"

"My subordinates see a wooden box surnamed Du holding a wooden box, saying it is a medicinal material, but there is no medicinal fragrance, so I always feel that it is wrong." Hong Wu ignored Hei Qi, and told Mu Rugui his doubts.

- Click.

Mu Rugui crushed the longan shell with his fingers: "You can't guess what's in the box?"

"My lord..." Hong Wu was silent for a moment, then suddenly startled, "Could it be...?!"

Mu Rugui held the longan in his palm, looked up at the busy palace people walking outside the window.

The wedding day is approaching, and the formerly deserted palace has gained some popularity.

But Mu Rugui knew that this was all an illusion.

Xia Chaosheng doesn't want to marry, and the prince intends to marry. On the day of the wedding, something will happen.

No matter how well he prepared and how gorgeously he arranged the palace, he still couldn't wait for a Xia Chaosheng who refused to marry.

"My lord, do we still have to go to meet the bride?" Hong Wu sullenly clenched his hands hanging by his sides into fists, "If the young master really doesn't want to get on the bridal sedan chair of the lord, then it's...that's..."

That's a shame.

A few soft sounds came from the side of the couch, it was Hei Qi who had finished spreading the peanuts, and stood in the sun to shake the ashes from his palms.

"Hong Wu, what you said is wrong...Your Majesty bestowed the marriage, why would the young master not want to get on the sedan chair?"

So what if Xia Chaosheng is the young master of the Hou Mansion?

There is no such courageous person in the world who refuses to obey the order.

Furthermore, Hei Qi thinks of Xia Chaosheng he saw when he was in the Hou Mansion, and always feels that the rumors outside are not necessarily true.

This young master seems to really want to marry into the palace...

Red Five ignored Black Seven, just waiting for Mu Rugui's answer.

Mu Rugui looked at the scene outside the window and didn't speak for a long time.

The wind blew through his dark eyes, and he thought of the wedding dress that had just been delivered to Hou's mansion.

It was sewn by him secretly by dozens of embroiderers in the south of the Yangtze River before His Majesty granted the marriage.

The feelings hidden in his heart are like the golden thread hidden under the dark red cloth, immersed in the darkness for several years, finally waiting for the opportunity to see the light of day.

But, will Xia Chaosheng wear it?

Where is the wedding dress that Mu Rugui sent to the Hou Mansion?

It was clearly his uneasy heart.

His heart was riddled with holes, and in Xia Zhaosheng's hands, he was no longer afraid of getting hurt again.

Mu Rugui only wanted a settlement.

If Xia Chaosheng really didn't want to marry, he would cut off all delusions and leave Shangjing far away.

He wanted to bury the boy who glared at him under the peach tree deeply in the past.

"I'll go to meet the bride in person." Mu Rugui closed his eyes, and ordered wearily, "Red Five, go and see the dowry, 160 four times, no less than one."

As soon as the words fell, the longan nuts fell to the ground.

With a soft "click", Mu Rugui's heart trembled violently.

After all, he couldn't bear it.

Reluctant to cut off the delusion of Xia Chaosheng in his heart.

I can't bear to see him marry someone else.

He wanted to take him back to the palace.

He wanted to pick him up... home.

When the wedding dress from the palace was delivered to Xia Chaosheng's courtyard, he drank medicine until his eyes stared like gold stars.

Xia Hua and Qiu Chan brought the box in, Xia Chaosheng immediately turned his head, and hurriedly ordered: "Quick... let me have a look!"

"Young Lord, I can't see it." Xia Hua shook her head amusedly, "This is the rule, you can only see your wedding dress on the day of your wedding."

Qiu Chan also echoed: "That's right, Young Master, it's unlucky to look at the wedding dress before marriage."

Xia Chaosheng could only give up.

"By the way, young master, these are medicinal materials sent by the Eastern Palace." Xia Hua finally put the box inside the house, wiped her hands, and brought another wooden box to the bed, "Do you have a look?"

He lacked interest, his eyes still stayed on the large gold-painted wooden box sent by the palace, and he said casually: "Put it aside."

Xia Hua put the wooden box on the side of the couch according to her words, and at night when Xia Chaosheng was resting, he accidentally kicked the wooden box to the side of the stove.

When the wood meets fire, it burns quickly. Fortunately, Qiu Chan found it in time, rushed in with a basin of water, splashed, and extinguished the flames.

It's just that the wedding dress in the box had already been burned to rags and scattered around the stove.

"This is..." Xia Hua picked up the rag suspiciously, secretly looking at Xia Chaosheng's expression.

His eyes moved slightly, and he guessed that the box was a wedding dress from the Eastern Palace, and he said "tsk": "If it is burned, it will be burned. Pick it up and put it in the warehouse. After all, it is a gift from His Highness the Crown Prince..."

He never wanted to see him in his life.

After the wedding dress was delivered, the wedding day arrived in the blink of an eye.

It was rare for Xia Chaosheng to be pulled up from the bed early in the morning by Xia Hua and Qiu Chan.

One of the two maids cleansed his face, and the other stood in front of the door, holding hands and waiting for the mother who opened the face to enter the door.

In the end, the open-faced mother didn't wait, and waited for an unexpected guest to arrive first.

It was the prince surnamed Du who accompanied him personally.

He hid outside the window, and secretly sent a message to the sleepy Xia Chaosheng: "His Royal Highness's sedan chair is waiting outside the side door. Young Lord, don't come again when this opportunity is not lost. Our Highness is waiting for you!"

The present life and the past life gradually overlap.

Two choices were placed in front of Xia Zhaosheng again.