After raising the emperor, he always wanted to marry me

The ancients said: "There is no impenetrable wall in the world."

Especially when it comes to love.

Ever since the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival in the first year of Yongding, the news that Gu Xiu and Han Mochu, the monarch and his ministers, shared the same bed to discuss politics has slowly spread in the inner palace.

But fortunately, their pair of monarchs and ministers is not Emperor Ai of Han Dynasty and Dong Xian, let alone King Wei and Lord Longyang.

Most of the time these two people are devoted to government affairs, even the courtesies belonging to the king and ministers are avoided if they can.

Since ascending the throne, Gu Xiu has never been slack and lazy for a single day, let alone enjoying himself.

Ninety-nine out of one hundred people would not believe that the emperor Gu Xiu would spoil the country because of favor, and the remaining one is either deaf or a child who has not yet conceived.

Let's talk about Han Mochu.

If ordinary people want to see how a person is, most of them first look at the outside and then the inside, and first look at the outside and then the inside.

But when he arrived at Han Mochu's place, he changed his character.

Although Taifu Han was born with a heavy waist and long temples, and a good-looking talent, his achievements, knowledge and talents since he became an official have far surpassed his immortal face that should be unforgettable.

Therefore, when people inside and outside the palace talk about him, the first thing they think of is his brilliance, foresight, and understanding of the world, and very few people think of his appearance.

So much so that he was such a radiant man by the emperor's side, no one would think of any unspeakable things between him and Gu Xiu, a young emperor who was full of vigor.

Even if he and Gu Xiu were flirting with each other in front of the officials, everyone thought it was just the king's normal affection for the young mentor.

In addition, Gu Xiu and Han Mochu, the serious masters in the palace, have always been lenient and benevolent to their subordinates, never treating them harshly.

Nine times out of ten, the servants who followed the two of them had received the grace of the two of them, and no one wanted to add to the heart of such a good master.

Everyone who learned about this matter was tacitly aware of it, and even tried their best to help the two people smooth things over, causing people who didn't know the truth to think a little bit, and felt that their own heart was not working.

Therefore, the story of the two monarchs and ministers in the East Nuan Pavilion of the Xuanzheng Palace has been spread for a year, and even the palace gate of the Xuanzheng Palace has not been spread.

Until a sunny, windless, cloudless afternoon.

The imperial physician ordered Su Che to come in and ask for peace with the monarch and his subjects.

According to the palace rules left by the first emperor, the frequency of percussion of the Ping'an pulse by the imperial physician was once every ten days.

Just because these two people are usually busy with government affairs, it was changed to once a month.

And the frequency of once a month is the result of Su Che's insistence on fighting for it as an imperial physician.

Inside the East Nuan Pavilion of Xuanzheng Hall.

In front of the table that was more than two feet long, Gu Xiujun and his ministers sat side by side side by side, and at the same time stretched out their left hands to rest on the pulse pillow.Su Che had a serious old face, squinted his eyes, squeezed out a place among the piles of reports, knocked on the pulse of one person with one hand, and went to see a doctor at the same time.

It is estimated that only the genius doctor Su Changru can do such a difficult technique.

"Hiss... your anger is too high." Su Che frowned, and nimbly tapped the veins of the two of them with his fingertips, then turned to look at Shanggong Wu, who was obviously a hundred times more nervous than the two parties involved: "Aunt Wu, how does Your Majesty and Taifu Han eat these days? Is the daily life still in season?"

"This..." Mrs. Wu was a little guilty when Su Che said the four words of anger and anger, and tried to think about what she hadn't taken care of in the past month: "Your Majesty and Taifu Han have been in trouble this month. I am busy and hard, but my daily life is still in good time. I usually go to bed before midnight every day. There are only two times when I don’t rest all night. There is also a diet. Drink some soup."

"Soup? What kind of soup?" Su Che asked.

"Yesterday I used Codonopsis mutton soup, the day before yesterday I used Eucommia pigeon soup, and the day before yesterday I used Cordyceps pork liver soup..." Shang Gong Wu explained that she had spent the past few days guarding the stove and wasting her mind. I am afraid that one or two things will be missed in the boiled soup, which will lead to misdiagnosis of the disease.

"Wait, it's almost summer now, Aunt Wu, what are you doing with so much tonic soup?" Su Changru, a doctor, twisted the sparse beard on his chin, and said bluntly: "No wonder Your Majesty and Taifu Han are so angry. Prosperous."

"It's all due to my poor health. I feel that Your Majesty and Taifu Han are working hard day and night, so I want to make some soup to nourish blood and nourish Qi, but I didn't expect it to be bad." He believes in this superb medical doctor Su to the extreme.

"Aunt Wu, you must follow the doctor's advice for this nourishing medicinal diet. Your Majesty and Taifu Han are both in their prime, and their bodies are already healthy. Now it's the time of spring and summer. Like the white fungus and red date soup you used to make, mung bean lily The soup is very good. If you continue to supplement it like you do, I am not alarmist, too much supplementation will hurt the five internal organs. "

"Su Changru, don't talk about it, I asked Aunt Wu to stew those soups because I wanted to drink them." Han Mochu stopped him, intending to restrain Su Che's domineering expression.

"Do you want to drink?" Su Che's eyes widened, and he kept looking at Han Mochu: "Zi Ran, do you think your kidney yang is deficient? You don't even have a wife right now after drinking so much medicinal food that nourishes qi and nourishes kidneys." house......"

"Cough cough." Gu Xiu, who hadn't spoken all this time, finally couldn't restrain himself, and coughed twice: "Mr. Su, are there any serious problems between me and Taifu Han?"

"Return to Your Majesty, you and Ziran are fine, just don't use this tonic soup indiscriminately again." Su Che sighed and packed up the pulse pillow he brought, still babbling: "After all, you are now Before becoming a concubine, Zi Ran has never married a wife, so the matter of kidney yang should not be too much..."

While talking, Su Che suddenly froze, his whole body was like a statue carved in stone.

He didn't realize it until the pulse pillow in his hand fell, and he was still dumbfounded in place.

"Chang Ru? What's wrong with you?" Han Mochu didn't understand, so he stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes: "This is in front of the emperor, how can you be so rude?"

"Um...yes...yes...my minister was rude..." Su Che came back to his senses, his attitude changed drastically from before, he tidied up his medicine box neatly, hurriedly Standing up and saluting: "Wei Chen will go back to prescribe prescriptions and dispense medicines to recuperate the health of His Majesty and Taifu Han, and take my leave first, take my leave."

***

Two days later.

Su Che found a young eunuch with a strict mouth and quick legs, and asked Han Mochu to meet him at the imperial hospital at three o'clock the next day.

And repeatedly emphasized that the matter is of great importance, and Han Mochu must go alone.

Faced with such nagging about Su Che, Han Mochu came to the imperial hospital on the agreed day, thinking of the friendship he grew up with since childhood.

When Han Mo first arrived, the entire imperial hospital was silent, and no one took care of the medicinal materials drying in the yard.

It was only after walking in that I realized that there was only Su Che behind the consultation table and in front of the medicine cabinet.

"Han Ziran, you're finally here. It's almost time! I spent a small 100 taels of silver to coax everyone here to go out for a drink. If you don't come, my money will be wasted." Seeing Han Mochu arrived, Su Che was furious. Grabbing his arm, he dragged him all the way.

"Su Changru, you have something to say. I just met with the Minister of the Ministry of Industry, and the Minister of the Ministry of Households is still waiting. At most, I will give you a cup of tea."

Han Mochu was so dragged that he didn't know what to do. He was really busy today.To be precise, he has been very busy these days.

The Ministry of Industry has published a brochure since this spring. Guizhou Badong County is located in the Qianjiang River, which has been flooded for many years. Officials from the Ministry of Industry presented more than a dozen blueprints of dams, as well as water control strategies presented by local officials. A table is full. Waiting for him and Gu Xiu to make a decision.

According to Han Mochu's preliminary judgment, it is best to start the project before the flood season this summer, which can be regarded as a heartache for all the people in Shannan.

not only that.

Meng Jing, the commander of the Linjiang Navy in Nanbin County, Zhongzhou, also wrote a letter to express his intention to expand the establishment this summer and start a conscription camp to consolidate the frontier defense of the Dazhou waterway.

In addition, Xunzhou, Duanzhou, and Xinzhou in Lingnan Province all reported annual disasters before summer, saying that there was drought and little rain that year, and the growth of seedlings was not good, so this autumn must be short of harvest.

In addition, this year is the first Enke exam after the king's ascension to the throne, and the exam questions are still pending.There is also a war between the Qiongqi army in southern Xinjiang and the Turkic Xirong after they regained Nanzhao.

These days, he and Gu Xiu can meet for nearly four hours every day, discussing matters during meals.

It is not easy for Su Che to squeeze out the effort for this cup of tea.

"You, you, you only have that little emperor in your mind." Sitting behind the consultation table, Su Che cut to the point and said, "To be honest, have you two slept?"

Han Mochu was taken aback for a moment, then said calmly, "Yes, so what?"

"What do you mean? So what? You, Mr. Taifu, are good enough to put the emperor to sleep?"

"No, he put me to sleep." Han Mochu spread his hands flat, with a more calm expression: "But how did you know?"

"Don't worry about how I know! He's the one who put you to sleep after arguing for a long time?! This little emperor, it doesn't matter if you helped him win the country, why don't you even let your people go?" Su Che put his hands on his hips , feeling sulking in his chest: "What kind of Dao Mingjun is he? Really..."

Su Che originally wanted to say that animals were inferior, but felt that Han Mochu would immediately slap his chin if he said these four words.

So, he swallowed those four words back.

"He is the king of a country, how can the king of a country be subordinated to others?" Han Mochu knocked on the table of the clinic table, and said without changing his face: "If you ask me to come, you just talk about this matter, so there is no need to talk about it. This is my relationship with you." As for your majesty, if you know about it, it’s good to keep it in my heart, I have something to do in the previous court, so I’ll go back first.”

"Wait a minute!" Su Che called Han Mochu to a stop with a loud voice, and took out a small porcelain jar with rough workmanship from under the consultation table: "I asked you to come to pick up things, and you take them back. I specially give them to you." You did it, don't be ungrateful."

"What is this?" Han Mochu turned around and looked at the unattractive little porcelain jar.Opening the cover, I saw that the small jar contained a milky white paste like lard.Suspiciously, he picked a little bit with his fingers and put it under his nose for a sniff. An indifferent and long-lasting cold fragrance was refreshing, and he rubbed it on the back of his hand slowly and evenly. What's a jar of frostbite ointment for? Besides, it doesn't spread evenly."

"Ah, ah, it's really strange. Is there something in this world that you, Han Ziran, don't know?" Su Che held his forehead and curled his lips: "This thing is not for frostbite, it's for you and the little emperor. of."

"Use? What is it for?"

"I won't tell you, think for yourself." Su Che raised his eyebrows mysteriously: "It's for the two of you, two of you."

Han Mochu stared intently at the unabsorbable ointment on the back of his hand for a while, combined with the context of Su Che's conversation with him since he entered the door, he instantly understood.

Immediately, he took out the soft handkerchief from his arms and wiped off the ointment stuck to his hands, and then patted the ointment-stained handkerchief on the examination table, pursing his lips before speaking.

"Hey hey hey, what do you want to do, you? I don't know that you are the next one. I originally wanted you to be used by the little emperor." Su Che shrank his head cowardly and hid behind the consultation table. Protecting his chin with his hands, he lowered his voice and continued to recommend: "Let me tell you that I have mixed a lot of good things in it. It can not only moisten the door, but also reduce swelling and relieve pain. The most important thing is the faint fragrance, which is you Han Ziran's favorite kind of faint..."

"Su Changru!" Han Mochu gritted his teeth and grabbed the lid of the small jar.

According to Su Che's prediction, Han Mochu would definitely smash the porcelain jar on his face at this time, so when Han Mochu's hand was pressed on the small lid, he immediately hid himself behind the diagnosis table.

Unexpectedly, the expected pot did not fly.

Su Che poked his head out from behind the consultation table like a hare avoiding the pursuit of natural enemies, and saw that Han Mochu had already left without saying a word, holding the small jar without looking back.

"Hey! Han Ziran! Feel free to use this ointment! As much as you want! You must not wrong yourself!" Su Che looked at Han Mochu's back as he walked away and shouted loudly: "Since Mr. asked me to take care of you! I will absolutely I won’t let you suffer! Also! If you don’t like the smell, you can change it! You can make hibiscus, rose, osmanthus, and jasmine! Don’t be polite to me!”

***

Late that night.

After Gu Xiu and Han Mochu finished changing, they leaned side by side on the bed and read a book.

What Han Mo first read was "Geographical Records", and what Gu Xiu read was "Hou Han Shu".

Although the two of them are both young and full of vigor, they will not sing and sing every night as imagined.

Most of the time, they would each take a book like this, and then hug each other and fall asleep when their eyes are heavy.

Gu Xiu didn't like reading Han history very much. After reading a few pages, he lost interest. He closed the book and pressed the Jingming acupoint between his eyes, and chatted with Han Mochu: "Mr. ?”

"It's nothing serious, I just gave the minister the jar, and didn't say anything else." Han Mochu also closed the scroll in his hand, and reached out to take the small porcelain jar that was placed beside the bed.

"Just this altar?" Gu Xiu held the jar and looked at it for a while, then opened the lid, dug out a little ointment in the jar, and applied it on the back of his hand: "It's already summer now, what should Mr. Su give you?" What are you doing with a jar of chilblain ointment? How can it not be spread evenly?"

"Your Majesty, this is not chilblain ointment."

"What's that?" Gu Xiu looked at the cream that couldn't be absorbed on the surface of his skin, tentatively put it under his nose and sniffed it: "Why is this still fragrant?"

"Does Your Majesty like this taste?"

"It's hard to say, it's faint, it's a bit like the diptero incense that Master likes." Gu Xiuzai looked at the back of his hand carefully: "But, what is this for?"

"When it's time to use it, I will tell His Majesty how to use it." Han Mochu wiped the back of Gu Xiu's hands with a handkerchief, and slid into the bed: "It's getting late, go to bed first."

Gu Xiu followed closely and rubbed against his ear softly: "Little fox, do you have something to hide from me? Little fox?"

With his back turned to him, Han Mochu closed his eyes and was speechless, pretending to fall asleep.

No matter how much Gu Xiu behind him swayed, he didn't say a word.

Many years later, there were so many empty cans in the cabinet of the monarch and his ministers that they accumulated dust.

And their favorite flavor is pear blossom.

Elegant, bitter, poignant, cool, refreshing.

The most important thing is cheap.

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顾萌萌：“感谢苏神医送来的助攻神器！”感谢在2021-07-1111:23:12~2021-07-1210:54:09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 threw the grenade: don’t need 1 sesame paste;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 2 for Rabbit Fei; 1 for Qi Qinghe;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 3 bottles of rabbit flying; 1 bottle of demon;

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