nashuaworldcup Chapter 43 Chapter 43 Repair
Chapter 43 Chapter 43 Repair
"It's all you, it's all you!" Mu Ruqi waved the long sword in his hand like crazy, and Xia Yu quickly fell into a pool of blood.
"It's because of you that the orphan lost his life! It's because of you that the orphan came to such a point...It's because of you!" Seeing the prince's red eyes and crazy behavior, the servants of the Eastern Palace rushed forward one after another. He called "Your Highness" and dragged him into the bedroom.
The blood-stained long sword in Mu Ruqi's hand fell to the ground slumped, the palace people were in a mess, only himself, his eyes were clearer and clearer.
The palace lantern flickered, and the voice of discussion fluctuated.
He heard someone in the palace say in panic: The prince has lost his mind and gone mad.
There were also people in the palace who sighed endlessly: His Highness has been favored for many years, and has never been grounded in the East Palace. It is understandable that he is so crazy.
Mu Ruqi lay on the couch, sneering endlessly.
What he cares about is grounding?
The father's health is getting weaker and weaker day by day, the throne will be passed to him sooner or later, even if he is grounded for a long time, what does it matter?
He just suddenly realized that in his heart, Xia Chaosheng was not a plaything that could be thrown away at any time.
All the unwillingness and resentment since rebirth have found their source.
Mu Ruqi was icy all over, and as soon as his remorse emerged, he set off a huge wave.
Why not just wait for Xia Chaosheng to escape marriage and come to the East Palace with peace of mind like in the previous life?
Why not hide Xia Yu in the East Palace like in the previous life, wait until everything is a foregone conclusion, and then appease Xia Chaosheng?
That's right, even at this moment, what Mu Ruqi regrets is not because he didn't give Xia Chaosheng a heart.
He looked at his past self conceitedly and despicably, and attributed his mistakes to Xia Yu.
Mu Ruqi began to recall the first meeting with Xia Yu.
If Mu Ruqi remembers correctly, it was a gloomy day, he had not been canonized as the prince, because he couldn't bear the strict demands of Queen Qin, he left the imperial city alone with a few pieces of silver.
The pampered prince has only been out of the palace twice since he was a child.
Once, it was a royal sacrificial ceremony. He was held in the arms of Queen Qin, and he went to Xuantian Temple on Jinshan with the mighty guard of honor of King Liang.
One time, it was a spring hunt in Lishan, and he rode a newly tamed horse through the market swaggeringly.
He was born noble, and he never put ordinary people in his eyes. It was not until he left the imperial city alone and shed the prince's glamorous shell that he realized how indifferent and heartless people outside the palace were.
The gorgeous clothes that Mu Ruqi wore out of the palace were quickly snatched away by beggars who rushed out from nowhere, and the money bag hanging around his waist disappeared at some point.
He shouted: "I am the prince, I am the prince!"
But those untouchables who once knelt at his feet and didn't even dare to look at his face laughed out loud and called him a lunatic.
"If you are the prince, I will be the king of heaven!" What's more, she drove him away impatiently, "Little lunatic, get out!"
Mu Ruqi was angry and scared. When he was desperate, a dirty little hand suddenly appeared on his arm.
"follow me."
He was pulled and ran by a little beggar who was much thinner than himself.
The wind whistled in Mu Ruqi's ears, and he remembered those strange fox eyes.
Later, the little beggar took him to the gate of Hou's mansion, said, "This is my home", and then ran away.
But Mu Ruqi was seen by Zhen Guohou, who was in the next court, and he turned back immediately and sent him back to the palace.
After Mu Ruqi returned to the palace, he tried to find the little beggar who saved him, and sent out hidden guards many times, but failed repeatedly, until that day at the palace banquet, he saw Xia Chaosheng.
The young master of Zhen Guogong's mansion was born pink and jade-carved, soft and cute, wearing a luxurious red robe, blinking his big eyes, staring at him without blinking.
Xia Chaosheng had a pair of eyes that Mu Ruqi found very familiar.
He immediately disregarded his face and cried for Xia Chaosheng to enter the palace. King Liang was forced to have no choice but to promise in front of all his officials that Xia Chaosheng would enter the palace and be the prince's companion.
Mu Ruqi found the shadow of the little beggar on Xia Chaosheng's body, secretly, he continued to ask the hidden guards to search in Shangjing.
There are so many people, looking for a beggar is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
Mu Ruqi had been looking for him for several years, but when he was disheartened, the little beggar actually took the initiative to find him.
Xia Yu came to the East Palace weeping, holding a jade tablet engraved with the word "Xia", and narrated what happened many years ago.
It turned out that he was the illegitimate son of Zhen Guohou Xia Rongshan.
It turned out that everything Xia Chaosheng owned should belong to Xia Yu.
It turned out that the reason why Xia Yu stopped in front of Zhen Guohou's mansion that day was because her identity was not recognized. Even if she knew where her home was, she had to live by begging like a beggar.
Mu Ruqi was heartbroken when he heard that, and he brought Xia Yu into the East Palace like a demon, never wanting to look at the proud and conceited young master again.
A substitute is a substitute after all. He knew that as long as he survived until he ascended the throne and sat on the supreme position, at that time, no matter how violent Xia Rongshan was, he couldn't help him.
So Mu Ruqi dealt with Xia Chaosheng hypocritically, until the night of the bridal chamber, when his nature was exposed, and he presented the cruel truth in front of the proud young master—no matter how noble he was, he couldn't compare to Xia Yu—a man who was imprisoned by the Hou family. Abandoned, the bastard who lived on meddling.
The memories came to an abrupt end, and the reborn Mu Ruqi noticed something strange.
The so-called "bastard son" is all Xia Yu's one-sided words. In his previous life, he never thought of verifying it, and even indulged in the gentle village, handing over Xia Chaosheng's successor.
Thinking about it now, Xia Yu's words were obviously full of loopholes.
If there is an illegitimate child in Zhen Guohou's mansion, there will be a lot of trouble in the city.
If Xia Rongshan had other concubines outside the mansion, how could there be no news about it?
Furthermore, in his previous life, he beheaded all of Xia's families, firstly because he was afraid of the military power in the hands of Marquis Zhen, and secondly because he wanted to avenge Xia Yu.
What did Xia Yu say at the time?
Xia Yu cried until Lihua was raining, and said: "Such a cold-blooded and ruthless family, the courtiers and concubines don't need it."
At that time, Mu Ruqi's heart was full of pity, and with a big wave of his hand, he agreed.
Xia Yu said he was going to be beheaded, and he felt that he was going to be beheaded, so he really did.
But... Xia Yu really doesn't need a family?
Mu Ruqi was full of gloom.
Most likely, Xia Yu was only afraid that his fabricated identity would be exposed and that he would lose everything he had gained, so he kept arousing his desire to protect with tears, and finally covered up the truth in blood.
"Don't let him die." Thinking of this, the prince struggled to get up from the bed, and under the terrified gazes of the palace people, he raised his voice and threatened, "If he dies, you will be buried with him! And those eyes, too. Gu is cured, Gu must be kept!"
With just one sentence, Xia Yu changed from a bedbug paralyzed in a pool of blood to a "sweet pastry" of the East Palace.
Countless precious medicinal materials were thrown down, and even if his soul was taken away by Lord Yan, he opened his eyes abruptly.
The palace people knelt by the couch in fear, and they were all relieved to see Xia Yu wake up.
"Wake up." They congratulated each other, completely ignoring Xia Yuzheng who was lying on the bed coughing rapidly.
Xia Yu didn't know what the palace people were thinking, he woke up in extreme panic, the Asura Hell in his dream did not appear, and the attitude of the people in the East Palace was also different from what he thought.
Everything in front of me is very familiar.
Those who looked down on him bowed their knees to him, and those who used to shout at him bowed their heads to him.
Xia Yu began to be unable to distinguish dreams from reality.
He couldn't help rekindling hope in his heart—could it be that the news that was sent to the East Palace earlier was wrong, that Di girl was not the concubine of His Highness the Crown Prince, and it was really the evidence that the Ninth Prince had colluded with the people of Liang?
"I...cough cough..." He was agitated for a moment, and forced himself to stand up.
The palace people followed the prestige, all of them were frightened.
"Young master, are you feeling unwell?"
"Young master, lie down!"
The attitude of the palace man, who used to be loud and scolding Xia Yu, has undergone an earth-shaking change.
Xia Yu felt flustered, completely forgetting how she got her injuries, and only felt that if she got on the line of the Eastern Palace, she would have no worries about food and clothing in the future.
He couldn't help touching his face.
It turns out that he is three points similar to Xia Chaosheng, and it is not the Ninth Prince who will feel pity for him, but His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!
Xia Yu secretly regretted why she had listened to the bewitchment of the prince's personal attendants in the first place, and wanted to gain a foothold in the palace.
Obviously, His Highness the Crown Prince is the best candidate!
When Xia Yu was admiring himself alone, he didn't notice the disgust on the faces of the palace people. Although they tried their best to serve him in front of the bed, there was no respect on their faces.
The crown prince was grounded for slandering the Ninth Prince, Xia Yu "contributed a lot", and the palace people tried their best to take care of him, just because of Mu Ruqi's sentence "If he dies, you will be buried with him".
Who would risk their life for an ugly, stooped stranger?
"Tell me, concubine Ninth and I... do you look alike?" Xia Yu was immersed in her dream, grabbed the sleeve of the palace maid closest to the couch, and held her cheeks frantically and excitedly.
The palace man was holding the hot soup in his hand, and when he pulled it like this, two blisters were immediately scalded by the splashed medicine on the back of his hand.
She gritted her teeth and pushed Xia Yu's hand away, looking at that hideous, sallow, blood-stained face, she mocked with all her might, "Like, it's so much like... You and the Ninth Concubine are almost carved out of the same mold!"
If Xia Yu was more sober, she would definitely be able to hear the teasing in the palace man's tone.
It's a pity that at this moment, he is trapped by the word "like", and he doesn't even look at the bronze mirror, holding his face and laughing nervously.
Just like.
As long as he is the unrecognized concubine of Zhen Guohou's mansion, he can ascend to the sky with the help of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, and drag that little prince who never looks straight at others to hell.
"Come on, I want to see His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." Xia Yu became more and more excited as she thought about it, and even raised her master's airs, "Changing clothes for me!"
The palace people looked at each other, and considering Mu Ruqi's threat, they all went to the bed with tense faces, taking care of Xia Yu perfunctorily.
"Find me a crimson dress." Xia Yu's eyes flickered, "Hurry up, do you hear me?"
The palace servants held back their anger and ran out, telling everyone that Xia Yu was crazy: "He said that he looks like the little lord of Zhen Guohou's mansion, and he still wears a crimson robe. He really doesn't know what to do!"
All the palace people who heard what she said laughed out loud.
Before Xia Chaosheng married into the palace, he often walked around the East Palace, and these people had all seen his face from afar or near.
"I'm afraid that she has really lost her mind. How can the Ninth Concubine's celestial appearance resemble him?"
"If they are both alike, maybe I and Gongzhong... are also alike!"
"You really don't want your life, you dare to say this!"
"Bah, bah, I'm talking nonsense, you can pretend you didn't hear it!"
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Amidst the laughter, the palace man wrinkled his nose and picked out a crimson blouse from the freshly washed clothes, turned around and left.
The court lady who was sitting by the well washing clothes hurriedly shouted: "Oh, sister, the blouse is torn and can't be worn!"
But I didn't want to, the palace man heard the words, and gripped the blouse even tighter: "It's meant to be broken...does he deserve to wear it?"
She let out a "bah" to herself.
In ancient times, Dongshi imitated Xia Chaosheng, and now Xia Yu imitates Xia Chaosheng. It is both ridiculous and sad.
The palace man thought all the way, returned to Xia Yu, and presented the ripped blouse.
"What are you waiting for!" Xia Yu's eyes were stained with the blood red of the blouse, and he didn't even see the slightly torn hem that was deliberately held by the maid in the palm of his hand. He raised his hand impatiently, "Help me quickly!" Put it on."
The court ladies looked at each other in private, tacitly refraining from reminding Xia Yu that there was a hole in his blouse, or that there was a bronze mirror behind the screen.They put on Xia Yu's blouse, then bowed their heads and quietly retreated outside.
"I'm Xia Chaosheng... I'm Xia Chaosheng!" Xia Yu caressed the hem of her clothes intoxicatedly, hunched over, and walked around the room.
He thought of the high-walled compound of Zhen Guohou's Mansion, Xia Chaosheng's figure galloping through the market, and finally, the gossip around him——
"Look carefully, you are quite similar to the young master..."
Sometimes, when Xia Yu picked up the bronze mirror, she would also think: Why am I not the young master?
Xia Yu murmured sadly in his heart for countless times: We look so alike, why...
No, I am the young master of Zhen Guohou's mansion!
Two groups of crazy flames burst out of his eyes.
"I'm the young prince...I'm the young prince!" Xia Yu ran out laughing wildly, and in the heavy snow, kept tugging at the maid who was avoiding him, "Where is His Royal Highness? Where is the prince?"
He should be the one in the hearts of the two Highnesses.
Xia Chaosheng... Xia Chaosheng is not worthy!
Under Xia Yu's loud laughter, the palace people scattered in all directions screaming.
"What nonsense?" The Jinwu Guard in silver armor followed the sound and kicked down a flustered little eunuch, "He is crazy, are you crazy too?"
In the chaotic yard, needles could be heard instantly.
The little eunuch who was kicked down got up in embarrassment: "My lord, you don't know something, he...he is so crazy that no one can control it!"
The courtyard was full of unarmed palace people, and they really had nothing to do with the crazy Xia Yu.
Jin Wuwei let out a disdainful sneer, raised his sword and walked towards Xia Yu.
Xia Yu was dazzled by the light reflected from the golden guard's silver armor, and miraculously calmed down.
He brushed off the non-existent ashes on the hem of his clothes, raised his head, and nodded thoughtfully: "Your Highness sent you to pick me up?"
The Jinwu Guard looked at the man in front of him who couldn't even straighten his back, whose face was covered with horrible scars, but who was so self-righteous, he was speechless for a moment.He suddenly understood why the palace people had nothing to do with Xia Yu - this is a lunatic, a lunatic who makes people want to kill him quickly.
It's a pity that His Royal Highness wanted to save Xia Yu's life, and the Jinwu Guard didn't want to see this disgusting face anymore, so he had to restrain his killing intent and lead him to the Prince's bedroom.
In this way, Xia Yu became more and more certain that he had already won Mu Ruqi's favor, and his attitude became more and more arrogant, even pulling a few dead leaves from the ground, saying that he would reward Jin Wuwei.
The Jin Wuwei gripped the handle of the knife, his knuckles creaking.
The Jinwu Guard is the guard of the Heavenly Family, even ordinary officials can't stand shoulder to shoulder, let alone a secret work that puts the Eastern Palace in fear?
Such a humiliation deserves to be beheaded.
The moment the silver sword was unsheathed, Mu Ruqi's voice came from the hall: "Where's the person?"
Jin Wuwei woke up suddenly, sweating like a waterfall, holding the silver sword, kneeling on one knee: "If you go back to your highness, someone will bring it."
He was so angry by Xia Yu that he almost forgot Mu Ruqi's order, which almost caused a catastrophe.
"Then let him get out quickly?!"
The Jin Wuwei hurriedly stretched out his hand to push Xia Yu into the hall, he refused to look at his face any longer, and he let out a long sigh of relief until the hall door was closed.
"I don't blame you." The Jinwu guard who was guarding in front of the palace slowly shook his head, "This person... shall be beheaded."
"That will have to wait for His Highness the Crown Prince's ruling."
They looked at each other and smiled wryly.
What does His Royal Highness want to keep this man for?
What happened in the East Palace has nothing to do with the palace.
After Xia Chaosheng returned to the palace, he hurriedly replaced Mu Rugui's torn clothes, and then Uncle Jiu pressed him on the corner of the couch in the name of rubbing medicine, and took off the outer shirt he had just put on.
"Uncle Nine." Xia Chaosheng desperately tugged at the clothes that had fallen to his shoulders, and his legs kept sliding on the bedding.
Circles of ripples visible to the naked eye spread out as he struggled on the couch, and Mu Rugui, who was holding the golden sore medicine, breathed heavily.
The stove in the room was very hot, and even Xia Zhaosheng, who was afraid of the cold, had fine beads of sweat on his forehead.
He didn't dare to meet Mu Rugui's hot eyes, grabbed the quilt, and said in a trembling voice, "It doesn't hurt anymore."
Even if it hurts, I took medicine on the carriage!
Mu Rugui's sharp-edged face was slightly tensed, and his sharp eyebrows were raised bit by bit following Xia Chaosheng's words.
He was in the carriage just now, and he was also like this, wanting to refuse but still welcoming, which made people's hearts beat like beating.
Why can't it work once you return to the palace?
Could it be that the ointment was not wiped off?
Mu Rugui's hands holding the ointment were slightly tight, and his knees domineeringly pressed against Xia Chaosheng's twitching legs, and said in a deep voice, "Don't move."
He has led the Xuanjia iron cavalry for many years, and he is not angry. When he pouts, his cold breath can't be controlled at all.
Xia Chaosheng was startled slightly, in the blink of an eye, his neck was soaked with coolness, and his lips were also trapped in the warm heat wave.
His hand rested weakly on the scar between Uncle Jiu's eyebrows. When he was annoyed, he wanted to scratch it with his hands, but he couldn't bear it. In the end, he could only fall down on the bridge of his high nose unwillingly, and then hurriedly got into the quilt.
No matter how fast Xia Chaosheng escaped, he couldn't compare to Mu Rugui.
His wrist was quickly grabbed and pressed to the depths of the black robe.
When Xia Chaosheng's cold fingertips really touched Mu Rugui's chest, Mu Rugui realized that the move was too abrupt, but he was reluctant to let go, so he stared at him closely with his dark eyes.
Xia Chaosheng's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
He knew that whenever he resisted to a certain extent, Uncle Jiu would let go.
But he couldn't bear it.
He hung his head, and tremblingly handed over his other hand.
Mu Rugui froze, tore off his shirt in a daze, and pressed his hand on it for him. After a moment, he pursed his lips and turned his head away.
Xia Chaosheng took a bold look.
Uncle Jiu's ears were indeed red.
Xia Chaosheng wanted to laugh, but unfortunately, not only his ears were red, but his face was also red, so he had to curl up beside Mu Rugui, holding his hands honestly, not even daring to touch the tight abdominal muscles under his palms.
"My lord, my concubine." But there are people who disturb their peace and tranquility.
Hong Wu stood outside the door with a bitter face, and under Xia Hua's and Qiu Chan's pityful eyes, he knocked on the door bravely.
The door of the bedroom was suddenly pulled open from the inside. Mu Rugui, whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot, with half-undressed clothes and bare chest, looked at Hong Wu gloomily.
Hong Wu's heart skipped a beat, and he knelt down straight: "My lord, there are... people coming from the East Palace."
"Who is it?" Mu Rugui's thin lips were instantly pursed into a line, and he turned his head indistinctly. Seeing Xia Chaosheng huddled under the quilt, wriggling slightly because of embarrassment, he immediately lowered his voice, "Is it the prince, or is it the prince?" Bai Liu?"
"Return to the prince." Hong Wu gritted his teeth, "It's His Royal Highness."
The air pressure around Mu Rugui suddenly dropped.
Hong Wu hung his head tightly, raised his hands, and held a stack of letters above his head: "My lord, His Royal Highness sent these letters directly to the mansion."
"Did it come directly?" Mu Rugui's hand hidden in the sleeve cage trembled imperceptibly.
He already guessed what Mu sent people to send with great fanfare as scheduled.
Mu Rugui's heart fell into a cold pool the moment he figured it out.
But he didn't allow himself to show any anger and dissatisfaction, and even took the letter casually and stuffed it into the armhole.
"Understood, let's go down."
Hong Wu looked at him worriedly: "My lord, what happened in the past..."
"The concubine hasn't taken the medicine today, go and see if the medicine is ready." Mu Rugui didn't give Hong Wu a chance to speak, and turned around neatly, his straight back revealing a hint of loneliness.
"Uncle Nine?" Xia Chaosheng, who was blushing from boredom under the quilt, couldn't help it, and poked his head out.
He didn't hear what Mu Rugui and Hong Wu said, but felt that Uncle Jiu was enveloped in a layer of loneliness, so he couldn't help but ran over barefoot and put his arms around the man's waist.
Mu Rugui's eyes flashed, and he lowered his eyes to stare at the hands on his waist.
"Uncle Jiu, what did you do?"
"It's nothing." Mu Rugui put his finger on the back of Xia Chaosheng's hand, rubbing it tenderly and affectionately, "You haven't taken any medicine today."
His expression froze, and he wanted to withdraw his arm around Uncle Jiu, but he didn't think about it, but just as he withdrew a little bit of strength, Mu Rugui hugged him back and strangled him in front of him.
"Ahem." Xia Chaosheng coughed several times in fright, "Uncle Jiu?"
Mu Rugui hugged him without saying a word, and from an angle he couldn't see, his eyes were full of dark and mixed emotions.
Chao Sheng was once in love with the crown prince, and wrote countless letters with him, which was expected by Mu Rugui.
He just didn't expect that his reaction would be so strong.
He's jealous, he's hot-eyed, he's helpless, he's crazy.
He wanted to have everything Xia Chaosheng had, even if it was a relationship that ended without a disease.
"Chaosheng." Mu Rugui held Xia Chaosheng's earlobe viciously, and muttered to himself amidst his exclamation, "You are mine...I will never let you go again."
Even if you fall into hell and your body is smashed to pieces, you won't let go.
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