After raising the emperor, he always wanted to marry me

In August of the second year of Yongding, Qiuwei Enke started the test.

Princess Qingzhao and Concubine Ning Xu Jingrou also gave birth successively. The royal event collided with a national event, and the entire Bianjing city became lively like never before.

The eldest son of Princess Qingzhao was named Zhuo Sheng, and the second son of Princess Ning was named Yuqing.

Concubine Jin had another grandson, and the carriages from Jiangnan Jin's family and Xu's family to deliver gifts almost never stopped from the time the child landed to the full moon.

In contrast, the celebration in the princess mansion is much simpler.

On the day of Gu Jin's delivery, the consort Zhuo Yi declined the ceremony originally prepared by the Ministry of Rites for the princess, and exempted most officials from coming and going to congratulate her.

Except for the emperor and King Ning, I only saw a few close relatives.

After hearing that Princess Qingzhao gave birth, for some reason, she thought of the child she had lost in Monan, and cried for a long time in the arms of her son-in-law.

A few days after Gu Jin came out of the moon, the son-in-law Zhuo Ying took the newborn child and the princess to Queen Meng's hermitage for a short stay.

Xiaotuanzi, who had been in the palace for two months, gradually adapted to life in the palace, and the kind-hearted Shanggong Wu family showed him [-] points of love.

If it wasn't for Gu Xiu and Han Mochu's obstruction, she would have wished to tie this little dumpling to her waist every day.

Gu Xiu, who was a gentleman's father, was only 23 years old at the time, and he always had a half-knowledge about how to raise a small milk group.

As far as he is concerned, as long as the little milk ball doesn't cry, the rest doesn't matter, and it doesn't matter whether the child climbed up or drilled a hole.

Once, Shanggong Wu went out of the palace on behalf of the king to visit Princess Ning, who had given birth to a child. Han Mochu also discussed matters with several colleagues in Xinuang Pavilion.

Only the king Gu Xiu and the restless little dumpling were left in Dongnuange.

As soon as Mrs. Wu came back, she saw Xiao Yucheng riding a wooden four-wheeled cart sliding back and forth with her bare feet in the East Nuan Pavilion of Xuanzheng Palace. The nanny knelt outside and dared not go in.

Xiao Yucheng slid around and went to Gu Xiu to ask for a piece of pastry. Gu Xiu lowered his head and focused on reviewing the booklet. He would give the child one if he wanted one, regardless of the pastry crumbs on the child's hands and face, and the dripping cake. The river's snot.

Seeing Shanggong Wu's return, the miserable-looking Xiaotuanzi happily slid up to her on the car, and stretched out his hand to hug her.

Compared with Shanggong Wu's doting and Gu Xiu's connivance, Han Mochu, the sub-father, is more like a biological father.

After the daily court meeting, Han Mochu would hold Xiaotuanzi who had just had breakfast and teach a poem.

Word by word, tirelessly.

Until he read the first half of the sentence, Xiaotuanzi was able to accurately answer the second half of the sentence.

In just two months, this little boy, who is not yet two years old, has already been able to recite the first three chapters of "The Book of Songs" under the guidance.

When Xiaotuanzi was mischievous, he didn't let it go like Gu Xiu did.

Take the large gold-plated Kowloon incense burner in Dongnuan Pavilion as an example. The little tuanzi was so curious that he could throw himself on the incense burner seven or eight times a day, but fortunately he was stopped by the nanny who followed him.

Shanggong Wu asked Gu Xiu, and Gu Xiu also said that he would carry the incense burner out.

Only Han Mochu disagreed.

That day, Xiao Yucheng was about to climb up the incense burner on his little feet, but the nanny couldn't coax him no matter how hard he tried.

Han Mochu stepped forward, grabbed the child's two little hands with a smile, and stuck them directly to the hot copper wall of the big incense burner.

It was so hot that the little milk ball let out a "wow" voice, and desperately shook its red-hot little hands and cried loudly.

Han Mochu hugged the weeping little guy gently along his back, and asked softly: "Your Highness, be good, do you still want to climb?"

"No...hot...hot..." Xiao Naituan hugged Han Mochu's neck and shook her head frantically.

From then on, whether Xiao Yucheng ran wildly or slipped the car, he would automatically keep a distance from the dangerous big incense burner, and whenever he saw any court ladies and eunuchs approaching the incense burner, he would try his best to run over to stop it, and told him very seriously Other: "It's hot, it hurts."

Because of the matter of the incense burner, Mrs. Shanggong Wu felt distressed for half a month, and felt that Han Mochu, the sub-father, was too ruthless, how could he be serious with such a young child?

***

In late autumn, the night is vast.

The two monarchs and ministers on the dragon couch were leaning on the same pillow, and together they were flipping through a rare book on border trade.

There are two chapters in the book that talk about the relationship between the frontier army and the frontier trade. The examples used are several large border trade markets that appeared on the border between Mohe and Goguryeo in the previous dynasty.

Mentioning these two places, Gu Xiu couldn't help but think of the Shanggong Wu who had lost his son and husband in Mohe Border Pass and took care of him for so many years. Gong Wu's face is always stern, looking unhappy.Many little maids in the palace were scolded and cried by her, even Yuan Bao, the chief servant, was often scolded.

For so many years, unprecedented.

Gu Xiu couldn't help but ask the people around him: "Zi Ran, do you know what happened to Aunt Wu these days?"

"I guess it's because of your Highness and the censer? Aunt Wu loves His Highness, and it's not easy to get angry with my ministers, so I have to find those court ladies and eunuchs to get angry."

"So it's for this?" Gu Xiu rubbed the Jingming acupoints on both sides of his nose: "Isn't Ziran's method very good? Once and for all, there is no need to be watched by others. Children are very smart, and they know that the copper wall is hot. If it hurts, he won't touch it."

"If you think about it seriously, this method is not actually thought of by the minister, but by Mr. Yi."

"Mr. Yi?" Gu Xiu became serious: "Mr. Yi also knows how to raise children?"

"On the Baiming Mountain where I lived since I was a child, there are many fruit trees, and the fruits they pick up are big and sweet. When I was four or five years old, I was very greedy. Sometimes I couldn't wait for the fruit to ripen and fall, so I always wanted to try to eat it on the tree. Climb up." Han Mochu recalled with a smile: "Mister told me that if I climbed up, I would definitely not be able to get down. How could I listen then, so my husband took a ladder! Come over and let me climb up. As soon as I found a branch to stand on, my master took the ladder away. I looked down and saw that the place where I was standing was already nearly eight feet from the ground, and it really couldn't get down."

"Then how did Zi Ran get down?"

"Naturally, I fell down. I hugged the branch and stood from morning to dusk. Finally, the branch broke, and I fell into the muddy ground that had just rained. My mouth was full of dirt." Han Mochu recalled in his mind. With an extremely clear memory in his heart, he said with a smile: "When I went back crying, my husband was fiddling with calculations, and there were six fruits on the table. Seeing my return, I smiled and said to me, Ziran now knows what power is." Is it alright? Only then did I know that Mr. was sure that the ground had just rained in those few days and the ground was soft, so he deliberately made him wrestle. Later, when the fruits on the mountain were ripe again, Mr. would let him ride on the ground. He picked it off his shoulder and never fell off it again."

"Next year, Mr. Yi Wei will be one hundred and three years old, right?" After listening to Han Mochu's narration, Gu Xiu also felt respect for this Mr. Yi Wei in his heart, and also tasted Han Mochu's respect for this Mr. Yi. Missing him, he hugged the person and said in a low voice: "When the Enke business this year is over, when the new year begins next year, I will accompany you back to Guangling and take Cheng'er to meet Mr. Yi. I also want to carry Cheng'er is going to pick the fruit you mentioned, Cheng'er is my child and yours, I don't want him to be trapped in this palace wall since he was a child, what does Ziran say?"

"Your Majesty said yes, and I really haven't been back for many years. Since the death of Prince Rong'an in the 21st year of Yongxi, I haven't seen Mr. Yi Ji again. Mr. only writes three family letters every year. As usual." Han Mochu closed the book in his hand, raised his lips and said, "If we travel next year, I would like to take a trip to Shannan Guizhou before the flood season. The water conservancy in Guizhou this summer is relatively peaceful, but there are Obviously, the dam cannot be safe forever. Once the levee breaks, it will kill hundreds of thousands of officers, soldiers and civilians. Instead of strengthening it every year, it is better to think of a way to keep it safe for thousands of years. So I want to go to Guizhou If you look at it on the ground, relying on the booklets on the place is always a bit like talking on paper."

"Zi Ran said yes." Gu Xiu repeated what Han Mochu said just now.

Gu Xiu's "obedience" to Han Mochu is because he knows that Han Mochu is dedicated to the public.

Han Mochu is dedicated to serving the public because he is sure that Gu Xiu will give him maximum support.

The late-night fantasy between the monarch and his ministers was not over yet, Yuan Bao, the head servant, suddenly rushed in from outside the door, dragging a white note in trembling hands, and knelt down in front of Gu Xiu: "Your Majesty, Taifu Han , Something big happened, the magistrate of Yangzhou published his obituary, and Mr. Yi Yi passed away!"

When Han Mochu heard the words, he turned over and got off the bed, without even bothering to put on his boots, he grabbed the white-sealed obituary in Yuan Bao's hand, and opened the front page.

On the front page, it is impressively written: In the second year of Yongding, on the tenth day of the ninth month, the national scholar Yi Yishou finally arrived at Baiming Mountain...

Han Mochu loosened his grip, the obituary slipped from his hand, and he couldn't stand still.

Fortunately, Gu Xiu who was behind him also followed and supported him when he almost fell.

"Zi Ran." Gu Xiu held Han Mochu's momentarily cold hands and whispered softly: "It's okay, I'm here."

Han Mochu, who barely recovered, grabbed Gu Xiu's hand and tried to calm himself down. He asked in a trembling voice, "Where's Mr. Su? Does Mr. Su know?"

"The servant has already sent someone to the imperial hospital to inform Mr. Su. Now I would like to ask His Majesty Hou and Taifu Han to show me how to deal with Mr. Yi Wei's funeral?" Yuan Bao knelt on the ground, not daring to look up.

"It is decreed that all ministers of the three provinces and six ministries will stop the court tomorrow, and all emergency state affairs should be rushed to Yangzhou by walking post. The Shaofu Supervisor will immediately light up the lights and set out to drive. Only 600 people can be prepared for the ceremony. After an hour, they will wait outside the palace. And inform all the officials along the way that I and the Taifu will exempt all local officials from visiting the ceremony and not harass the people. Another six hundred miles hastened to send an order to Huainan Road, let them set up five roads from Yangzhou City Gate to Baiming Mountain. Bailu sacrificial shed, the people of Yangzhou and even Huainan are allowed to accompany them to mourn. The altar of ascension to heaven will be set up at the place where the coffin is held, and then four auspicious seats will be selected in Baiming Mountain. I and Taifu Han will choose after we arrive."

"Yes, I obey the order!" Yuan Bao kowtowed to Gu Xiu and Han Mochu, and retreated in a panic.

After Yuan Bao left, Gu Xiu embraced Han Mochu in his arms, and ran his generous palms along his back: "Zi Ran, I'm here, I'm here."

Gu Xiu silently let go of his identity as a king.

In such a short moment, he was only Han Mochu's Gu Yunchi.

Han Mochu knew that Gu Xiu's embrace was safe, so safe that he could let go of his reason and stop thinking.

His hands also hugged Gu Xiu's shoulders tightly, and buried his whole face in Gu Xiu's chest.The veins on the back of the hand were protruding, a heavy stone seemed to be pressed in the throat, the eyes were already blurred, and the body was trembling constantly because of the intense sadness.Han Mochu really wanted to cry, but there was no sound coming out of his throat, and it took him some time before he choked out a sentence: "I thought my husband would never...never... ..”

Han Mochu's tone was full of unwillingness to be stirred up by the sudden bad news.

Obviously at the last moment, he and Gu Xiu were still thinking about taking that little group to Baiming Mountain to visit him at the beginning of the next year.He still has a lot of things he wants to ask him, and a lot of knowledge he wants to tell him.

At the very least, he should tell this teacher who raised him carefully since he was a child that he and Gu Xiu are in love, they are living a very good life, and they will be so good from now on.

Why did God refuse to give him this chance?Must he regret it for the rest of his life?

Gu Xiu didn't respond, but still hugged this person tightly.

This is the person who is by his side at all times and gives him support.

This is a person who can stay awake and rational at any time, weigh the pros and cons, and plan strategies.

No matter what the situation, this person can break out of the siege and find another way of life.

This is a person who can turn danger into safety no matter what the situation.

There are also times when you can’t do anything and it’s hard to hold on to yourself.

This was the first time that Han Mochu showed weakness to him when he was sober, without being drunk or injured.

He was very fortunate that Han Mochu knew that he could be relied on and was worth relying on.

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Today's double update, there is still [-] o'clock.

ps：因为易鶨先生的地位在大周确实很高，虽然隐居但是基本与公卿大夫同尊，因此我用了“薨”这个字！感谢在2021-07-1311:18:24~2021-07-1407:32:03期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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§Volume [-]. Prosperity and Peace§