After raising the emperor, he always wanted to marry me

Wang Qian was a living man.

It is specially responsible for recording the daily life and diet of the king, every word and deed.

This kind of official position has been hereditary since the previous dynasty. Wang Qian's father served in this palace for nearly 40 years. It was not until the new king ascended the throne that Wang Qian was replaced.

It had been all right.

Unexpectedly, after the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, his "Daily Life" suddenly became easier to write and harder to present.

The specific reason is self-evident.

In order to keep his own head, Wang Qian decided to take two boxes of the most famous assorted fruits in Bianjing City to ask the king's most caring housekeeper, Mr. Yuan Bao, for advice.

"Elder-in-law, you have also seen the difficulty of my majesty. Your Majesty's purpose is to make this living note. The living man is no better than the court censor. He has no right to immunity from speech. You see..." the head of the housekeeper Xiecha In the small room, Wang Qian stood in front of Yuan Bao and rubbed his palms.

"It is said that the grandparents in your family, Mr. Wang, were all servants. Do you need a servant to teach you about this?" Yuan Bao crossed his legs and took a sip of tea: "Just tell me, is your Majesty dedicated to serving the public?" Good emperor?"

"Yes, yes, that's natural. Your Majesty is diligent in government and loves the people. It is obvious to all in the court."

"What about Mr. Han?"

"This... Taifu Han is also an important minister in the court."

"Then is there anything wrong with these two sleeping together in the bedroom?"

Wang Qian suddenly realized, and nodded to Xiao Yuanbao to thank him: "Thank you, Mr. Yuanbao, for your suggestion. Thank you, Mr. Yuanbao, for your suggestion."

After the return trip, Wang Qian scribbled on the daily record that had been empty for a long time, and wrote down the real record of the king's daily life with a few pens.

The first year of Yongding, August [-]st.

In the emperor's bedroom, the original mahogany double couch in the inner room was dismantled, and the purple gold babu bed was replaced.

I discussed matters with the Taifu all night long.

***

September is late autumn, and the autumn leaves are dim and bleak.

There was already a chill in the huge palace walls.Gu Xiu and Han Mochu have never been afraid of the winter cold, so they ordered them to live in the palace until the beginning of winter without charcoal fire.

Inside the sleeping hall, the refreshing incense is still burning in the large gilt-cast incense burner.

In the cold night of late autumn, the little eunuch on duty leaned on the threshold of the outer room with Mrs. Tang in his arms, his eyes closed tightly, and his ears were filled with sounds that he could never understand in this life.

Zijin babu bed, moon shadow flow gauze tent.

The shadowy wave is undulating up and down, like the rough waves on the sea.

Inside the gauze tent, Gu Xiu propped up the couch with one hand, wrapping his body with his strong arms!The thin and strong waistline of the person below, the bright yellow brocade quilt slipping from the shoulders, revealing the scarred muscles, everything shows that this is a battle-tested and invincible emperor.

"Zi Ran...Have you read the military deployment map submitted by Nanjiang?" Gu Xiu's rough palms pressed against Han Mochu's lower abdomen for strength.

"Chen....er... isn't this just watching?" Han Mochu lay prone between the two pillows, and the defense plan that Gu Xiu said was pressed against his chest. The clenched hands were wrinkled.

"Yun Jin mentioned in the military newspaper that the Nanzhao king died suddenly and the new king took the throne. I always feel that it is not a good thing."

"Yes, my Great Zhou and Nanzhao have never had much contact with each other... um..." Han Mochu closed his eyes, pushed his body forward involuntarily, and said in a muffled voice, "Your Majesty, can you stop being like this? Discussing state affairs, I really have no way to think when I am like this... um... If Your Majesty really wants to discuss matters, stop first..."

"It's getting late and the military affairs are urgent, so I can only focus on two things." Gu Xiu stretched his arms and intertwined with the index fingers of Han Mochu's tightly clenched palms, the man's knuckle fingers were jammed so painfully: " Tsk, why are your hands so hard?"

"Your Majesty, is this one mind and two things, or one body and two things." Han Mochu clenched his teeth, and after thinking for a while, he came up with a very appropriate word: "I am not a woman. If your majesty wants to point like a spring onion, I can't do it." arrive."

"Since the Mid-Autumn Festival, I have always wanted to raise my grand tutor more preciously." After Gu Xiuyan finished, he kissed Han Mochu's well-proportioned shoulders as if to add to the fun, and after a while, he was on that undeveloped territory.On the ground, there was a mark like a dog chewing on it.

"It's very unnecessary. Your Majesty's ministers have always been very precious."

Han Mochu's body was stiff, and he did not respond after he pressed his lips tightly. As a sense of dizziness swept over him, his hands that were gripping the quilt were gradually released, and his upper body was also relaxed between the soft and comfortable pillows, calming down just now. After that game, there were fine beads of sweat on his face.

The bottom of the window was opened for the third watch, and Gu Xiu, who was finally satisfied, hugged Han Mochu's body, hugged his dear and beloved baby tightly in his arms, and asked in a low voice, "Is Ziran still cold?"

"Cold?" Han Mochu narrowed his eyes, turned over and leaned against Gu Xiu's arms, raised his lips and said, "Your Majesty really does everything to save charcoal."

More than an hour ago, when the two were leaning on the couch and reading the military newspaper together, Han Mochu subconsciously said that the bedroom was too cold, and the whole person was entangled by Gu Xiu, an energetic little wolf cub.

"Beast gold and carbon are expensive, so save as much as you can, what does the Taifu say?" Gu Xiu didn't deny it, and he also knew that Han Mochu was teasing him, but he didn't mind.

Han Mochu, who had his back to Gu Xiu, smiled even deeper. He patted Gu Xiuhuan's palm on his waist and said, "Your Majesty, I want tea."

Gu Xiu kissed Han Mochu's neck, turned over and sat up, put on his pajamas and got out of bed. The Pu'er herbal tea that was warmed on the stove before going to bed was ready.

He put a soft cloth on it, and poured two cups from the pot.One cup was given to himself, and the other cup was passed to Han Mochu who was leaning on the bed.

While Gu Xiu was pouring tea, Han Mochu had already cleaned himself up.The pajamas were buttoned up meticulously, and the hair on the sideburns was not messed up at all. If it weren't for the mark that Gu Xiu gnawed on the collar, I really couldn't see the intense activity just now.

Since the first time between the two of them in the Hanyuan Hall on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, incidents like this have happened from time to time.

After being so close to Gu Xiu, Han Mochu is still in a good state of mind, he doesn't feel that he is a jester committed to the king.

Because all of this is actually a kind of fulfillment for them.

Besides, Gu Xiu, a young wolf cub full of energy, can always devote himself to government affairs very quickly after a long time of greed.

He, Han Mochu, didn't have time to think about the kindness of the king like flowing water, and he didn't look back in a hurry.

"Your Majesty, there are currently 11 troops stationed in southern Xinjiang, which is the smallest number among the border troops. There are often bandits in Qiongzhou and Ranzhou on Jiannan Road, and it is inevitable that they will disperse their troops." Han Mochu took a sip of tea. , unfolded the defensive map that had been crumpled by himself on his knees, and clicked the positions of the two passes with his hands: "This is Nanzhao, and it is not known who the new king of Nanzhao is. On the west side is the Turks. Xirong had been pacified in the early years, but the exchanges between Xirong and Turks have always been close. If they are left alone all the year round, there is no guarantee that Xirong will not be the second Mohe."

"I have thought about sending more troops to southern Xinjiang since I was in charge of the country last year. However, the climate in southern Xinjiang is hot and humid, and there are dense forests and poisonous barriers. Self-conscription can only be recruited locally. The number of people is limited after all." Gu Xiu tidied up the military reports that had fallen all over the floor when his love was getting stronger: "Nanzhao, Turks, and Xirong are all lands of tigers and wolves, and there has been a history of raising tigers to become troubles."

Han Mochu leaned back against the bed frame, stretched out his hand and passed several fortress passes, frowned and pondered: "We must first think of a way to cut off the communication between Xirong and Turkic, and we must not let these three places huddle together."

"It's better for master to keep the law forever." While speaking, Gu Xiu also got on the couch, leaned against Han Mochu and said, "I've only been thinking about Nanzhao these days, but I've ignored the threats from Xirong and Turks."

"Your Majesty may not have arrived, but Xirong and Turks are indeed not the top priority."

"Teacher Han's temper is much better recently than in the past." Gu Xiu pinched his sore eyelids and said, "If today's matter is my homework when I was young, if I only write about one place in Nanzhao, I will inevitably have to take ten rulers."

"If your majesty said that, you should have reminded me." Han Mochu suddenly turned under the pillow, revealing a smooth mahogany ruler: "Please stretch out your left hand, Your Majesty."

"It's already this hour, do you really want to fight?" Gu Xiu raised his eyebrows and pressed Han Mochu's wrist: "Besides, do you sleep comfortably with this thing under your pillow?"

"Your Majesty said it himself, and I just obeyed the emperor's order." Han Mochu bent his eyes and smiled warmly. That smiling face was gentle and dignified, but it was enough to send chills down Gu Xiu's spine: "Everything is worth the same thing. The minister is the grand master. It is the teacher of the Son of Heaven, so naturally only by pillowing this thing can I sleep soundly."

Just as Gu Xiu and Han Mochu were about to take a rest, Yuan Bao, the head servant, suddenly came in from outside the curtain, knelt on the brick floor two feet away from the two people's beds, bowed down and bowed down: "Your Majesty, Mrs. Han, urgent report from outside the palace, respectful Concubine Shu of the Prince's Mansion has passed away."

"Concubine Shu?" Yuan Bao's words broke the sleepiness of the two on the couch.Gu Xiu sat up from the couch in a daze: "So suddenly? Have you come back to the reason?"

"The people who came from Duan Jing Prince's mansion returned, saying that they died of heart palpitations."

"Palpitations? Concubine Shu has never had a heart attack before. How could she die of such sudden palpitations?" Gu Xiu got on the bed and put on his court boots. Behind him, Han Mochu pulled off the cloak from the shelf and put it on Gu Xiu's back. : "Is the official in charge of the funeral from the Ministry of Rites gone?"

"Return to Your Majesty, the Ministry of Rituals has sent six principals to visit. The servant still wants to come to ask for your instructions. Do you want to report the funeral to Prince Ning's Mansion and Princess Mansion tonight?" Yuan Bao asked with a bow in his hand.

"Send someone to Prince Ning's mansion to answer a question, to please Concubine Li's mother, and ask her if there is any additional order for the funeral. If not, let the officials of the Ministry of Rites deal with it as usual." Gu Xiufeng frowned slightly Said: "There is no need to go to the princess's mansion, the night wind is cold and cold, let's go tomorrow morning."

"Yes, my servant complies with the order." Yuan Bao flung his robes and led the order to retreat.

"You just stop." Gu Xiu sat behind the huge desk in his cloak, "Go to Prince Duan's mansion and find an appropriate person to answer me."

"Your Majesty, if you want to hear an answer, why don't you let me go for you." Han Mochu also put on the crane-patterned cloak on the hanger, and stood beside Gu Xiu: "Princess Shu is in a hurry, and I respect the prince. The house is bound to be chaotic, and it may not be easy to find the right person you want, so I'd better go there, just to be on the safe side."

"However, Han Qing is a foreign minister, and according to the regulations, he can only visit the house on the first seven or four days to express his condolences." Gu Xiu frowned and thought for a while: "It's better for me to go with you."

"This is even more inconsistent with etiquette. Although Concubine Shu is His Majesty's concubine in name, there is no reason for the Son of Heaven to come to the door overnight." Han Mochu said seriously: "The minister is here on behalf of His Majesty to show His Majesty's filial piety. The Ministry of Rites and Zongzheng If anyone in the temple dares to talk about it, His Majesty can naturally cut their tongues. As for the clan and clan, it is even more irrelevant. Your Majesty can rest assured that since I can go, I will be able to retreat wholeheartedly."

"Forget it, let's follow Ziran's words." Gu Xiu frowned for a moment, then ordered: "Come here, prepare plain clothes for Taifu Han."

***

The bleak cold wind in September made people chill all over, even colder than in mid-winter.

The soft breeze seems to be able to penetrate into the bone marrow of a person, and it can blow people through without knowing it.

Han Mochu was dressed in vegan clothes, holding a silver charcoal stove in his hand, and sat in an eight-carriage carriage all the way, with 68 officials driving a guard of honor, wearing stars and wearing moons, to the gate of Prince Duanjing's mansion in Jing'anfang .

Through the small window of the carriage, Han Mochu could only see pale palace lanterns and white flags hanging on the one-foot-high foyer, and two young servants wrapped in filial belts stood at the door to greet them. The old clothes on the young servants showed Compared with Gu You's majestic Prince Ning's Mansion, it is simply not in the same breath.

All this shows that this is a royal relative who does not have face.

At this time, there were no condolence guests in front of the palace except for the family members of Concubine Shu's mother's family and the officials from the Ministry of Rites who routinely arranged funerals, and even Prince Ning's palace did not send anyone to come.

The carriage came to a complete stop, and the little eunuch who was accompanying him stepped forward and raised the curtain and said respectfully, "Master Han, please get out of the carriage."

"Okay." With the support of two young eunuchs, Han Mochu stepped out of the carriage, and the servant who greeted the guests in front of Princess Duanjing immediately came over, as if waiting for a long time: "See Taifu Han, please come in, Taifu Han."

Han Mochu glanced at the two servants, straightened his clothes, and stepped into the gate of Prince Duanjing's mansion surrounded by his entourage.

All around the mansion were brightly lit, bypassing the shadow wall that was already covered with vines, passing through the family members kneeling and mourning in the courtyard, and walked straight to the auditorium where the coffin was suspended.

Candles were dimly lit in the auditorium, Duan Wang Gu stretched out his hand to support Yi, leaned on the wooden cart and stood silently in front of the coffin.

This situation is indescribably treacherous.

Han Mochu handed the stove in his hand to the accompanying servants, and said in a low voice with his lips parted: "I have met Prince Duan Jing."

Gu Shen turned his head when he heard the words, and raised a sinister smile to the person behind him: "Taifu Han, are you here?"

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感谢在2021-07-0216:53:35~2021-07-0308:42:47期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine: no sesame paste, 1 demon;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!