After raising the emperor, he always wanted to marry me

Song Yu was hard hit by the board.

Although no tendons or bones were injured, the subcutaneous blood was sluggish and stagnant, and the wound was as stiff and swollen as a stone.In addition, he was very preoccupied, when he was recuperating, all he could think about was the scene of Gu Xiu walking arm in arm with Han Mochu that day.

Occasionally, a few good colleagues came to see him at home, and they chatted with him about what happened to Taifu Han in the previous dynasty, what happened to His Majesty, and under such internal and external attacks, Song Yu's injury worsened in winter. The cured sores and boils, Larry's miscellaneous care, still hasn't healed until late February.

The mother-in-law of the Song family blamed all of this on her daughter-in-law Lin, and her words became even worse every day.

Lin's arm was also scratched at that time, and one arm was hanging for the mother and son to drive every day, and life in the Song family was even more difficult.

Looking out, it's King Wanshou again.

Kings have always disliked making big fusses, so Wanshou only distributed longevity noodles in Hegong on that day.

Among the six ministries, rewards were also distributed accordingly. When the king lived long, the six ministries were rewarded, which was established since the beginning of the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Although Gu Xiu said he was frugal in everything after he became the throne, he never neglected this item.

The things used for offerings are generally the same every year, and they are all tribute rice, tribute beans, or seasonal vegetables and fruits sent from some places.

Although Song Yu was punished for his crimes, he still had his official position, so he was naturally included in the rewards.

The person who gave the reward to the sick Song Yu was his only colleague in the Ministry of War who could be regarded as a good friend. His surname was He and his name was Wen Jun. He was a Jinshi.

He Wenjun was one of the people selected when Han Mo first set up the head of the new department of firearms supervision and selection.

"I'm sorry, Brother He, you have come here. You look tired, but it's because of your busy schedule?" In Song Yu's small study where he was recuperating from his injuries, Song Yu leaned on the soft couch to drink tea with He Wenjun.

"Brother Song, don't mention it. The job of the firearms supervisor is really hard. Every new moon day, I have a holiday to go home. Today I caught up with the king Wanshou to have this half-day leisure. After I gave you a reward I have to hurry home, the firearms supervisor is located in a barren mountain, and I can't even take a hot bath on weekdays. Brother Nian, look at my face, but it's all darkened?"

He Wenjun is a Jinshi of the new science, and his ancestors were all editors in the palace. The young people who have just entered the court do not understand the principle of guarding against others, and they are even more confused about what to say and what to say even in private. Words should not be said.

"Brother Yu was born as a Jinshi, and he has never lived in a barracks, so it's no wonder he's not used to it." Song Yu smiled slightly on his thin face: "Brother Yu joined the army when he was young, so he is indeed more solid than you, Brother Yu."

"Isn't that right? Sleeping on the camp bed made people's backs sore, and they got up early every day to stare at the craftsmen at work. At night, they also helped Taifu Han explain the truth. So what if he gets promoted as soon as possible? It's better to stay in the Ministry of War and be a master." .”

"Brother, you must be careful with your words. You were chosen by Taifu Han himself. If you say so, aren't you afraid of ruining your future?"

He Wenjun waved his hands again and again: "I'm just chatting with Brother Song, how can I tell others? It's getting late, Brother Song, please rest, I'll go back first."

***

A few days later, Song Yu, who was originally too sick to get up, suddenly got up, and went to the official department to cancel his leave with a happy face, and returned to the court.

On the first day Song Yu returned to the court, he carried the wat board and knelt down on his knees in front of the civil and military officials of the whole court to play to the king on the high platform: "Your Majesty, my minister heard the day before yesterday that the current head of the firearms supervisor, He Wenjun, is dissatisfied with the firearms supervisor. The environment in the department is harsh, and it is difficult to be competent. The humble minister was shocked when he heard it, but the persuasion was fruitless. Today, I want to ask His Majesty to make a decision. If there is a corpse in the firearms prison, the minister is willing to replace it with his body."

The words of Song Yu, a junior official of the fifth rank, are like waves in still water. It looks like an inconspicuous small stone, but it can stir up ripples on the surface of the lake.

He Wenjun, who was on the same spot with Song Yu, was stunned. He never thought that Song Yu, a good colleague who seemed quiet and friendly, would repeat their private whispers in court.

Gu Xiu on the dragon chair's face sank like water, and his eyes turned to He Wenjun who was already shaking: "Master He, is what Song Qing said true?"

He Wenjun knelt down on the ground with a "plop", repeatedly pleading guilty: "Your Majesty, I believe that I have always been close to Mr. Song. It was just a joke, and I didn't really mean it. Please forgive me!"

He Wenjun didn't dare to lie, let alone how to lie.

He only knows that whether he admits it or not, his future will probably be ruined.

Arguing would only embarrass him more.

Under the Yumian tassels, no one could clearly see Gu Xiu's expression, they could only look at him from a distance, glanced away at the position of Taifu Han Mochu, and said in a low voice: "Since Mr. He doesn't want to stay in the firearms supervisor, then I won't force it, I will sign the handover letter tomorrow and go back to the Ministry of War for reinstatement."

He Wenjun was taken aback, as if he couldn't believe his ears, until the servants around him touched him with the tip of their shoes, and then he remembered to kowtow to thank him.

Limp on the ground like the rest of his life after a catastrophe, panting heavily.

Gu Xiu didn't say yes to He Wenjun's waiver, but turned his gaze back to Song Yu, who had first complained to He Wenjun, with sharp eyes: "As for you, you don't hesitate to slander your colleagues for your own selfishness. A person like you who is unfaithful, unrighteous, and of low character, should be dismissed from the Ministry of Military Affairs from today onwards, go home and reflect on yourself."

The king's anger came suddenly, and Song Yu was caught off guard.

Gu Xiu's anger was not for anything else, apart from the essence of the matter, Song Yuming was the first to sue He Wenjun, but in fact a dark thread had already involved Han Mochu.

Gu Xiu had also seen He Wenjun's resume. He was a young talent from a family, and he was very good at arithmetic. He was indeed a useful person.

It is nothing more than coming from a family, still young, unable to stand the cold and harsh environment in the barren mountains, so it is understandable to complain with colleagues in private.

In the recruit camp, there are too many recruits crying and clamoring to go home, are they all going to be dealt with?

People are not sages, so this is not a big mistake.

This Song Yu brought such a small matter to the court, and insisted on going online.

A few words can not only ruin He Wenjun's future.

It is also very easy for people to discuss that Han Mochu, who appointed He Wenjun, is a muddleheaded person who can't know people well and doesn't know how to employ them.

He also understood that Song Yu sharpened his head today and wanted to enter the firearms prison.

It's just because he and Han Mochu's recent focus has been on the firearms supervisor.

What Song Yu did today was exactly the same as what he did when he was fighting in Mohe in the early years, and he did everything he could to be his pawn.

As long as Gu Xiu thinks about this person's admiration for him back then, he will feel uncomfortable all over.

He is confident that he has never given him any response, not even the slightest hint of misunderstanding, and he doesn't know why Song Yu is so persistent?

Song Yu was like a piece of dog skin plaster that couldn't be shaken off, making people want to tear off the leather and hide away.

"Your Majesty, I think you are biased in your handling of Song's chief." It was Han Mochu who spoke, dressed in a purple-gold python robe and holding a wat board, and acted as if nothing had happened to speak: "The personal morality of my Dazhou officials is also based on their official achievements. One of the standards. Although what Master He said was a whisper with a friend, it is indeed a disgrace to the state. Your Majesty’s grace and leniency are not dealt with, which is done by a benevolent monarch. However, Master Song, although he reported his whispers in the current court, it is slanderous. They are suspected of being colleagues. But it is inevitable that they are also worried about state affairs, and because of their lack of consideration in a hurry, both of them are at fault. If you don't deal with Mr. He, naturally you shouldn't deal with Mr. Song."

Gu Xiu met Han Mochu's eyes through the tassels of the crown, and the anger in his heart gradually calmed down.

Han Mochu was right, he was indeed biased.

He is extremely disgusted with Song Yu right now, but as a monarch, he must follow the laws of the country in everything, and must not abuse the imperial power based on his likes and dislikes.

Otherwise, what is the difference between him and his father who failed in morality and government?

"What Taifu Han said is true, I just didn't think carefully." Gu Xiu sat upright, his tone slowed down: "Master Song, get up."

Song Yu lowered his head, and thanked him softly. Anyone who has ears in the civil and military circles of the court can hear that this man's tone of thanking him is mixed with a few traces of mournful crying.

"Your Majesty, there is something to say about Song's chief minister." From the corner of his eyes, Han Mochu glanced past Song Yu who was dejected behind him, his brows and eyes curled up with a smile, and he squeezed the arched shoulders and sloping back out of his eyes: "Since When Director He was transferred, there was a vacancy for the Director of Firearms Supervision, and Director Song recommended himself many times, presumably because he wanted to serve the country, and the minister thought whether he could make Director Song fill this real vacancy, which would be regarded as fulfilling his desire to serve the country."

"The firearms supervisor was created by Han Qing himself, and the appointment and dismissal of the subordinate officials is also decided by Han Qing." Gu Xiu looked at the smiling face as gentle as jade, and the anger in his heart dissipated: "After today's court meeting, Mr. Go report to the firearms supervisor."

The court dispersed, and all the civil and military personnel of the court filed out. Everyone intentionally or unintentionally kept a certain distance from Song Yu, as if avoiding the plague.

Such a person who slanders his colleagues for the purpose, who would want to contact him again?

Song Yu, who has always been reluctant to make friends with others, didn't care.

Although he got what he wanted now, he really didn't want to accept Han Mochu's favor.

Why, the person who made him get what he wanted was Han Mochu?Why, it was Han Mochu who pleaded for him?

He was showing off, giving alms, declaring to him his weight in his heart, and he could even influence Gu Xiu's decision.

Could it be that Han Mochu wanted him to quit?Could it be that Han Mochu saw that Gu Xiu also had a two-part friendship with him, so he was so afraid?

Thinking of this, Song Yu's lifeless mind became alive again.

***

There are some people in this world who are only willing to believe what they want to believe.

No matter how ridiculous it is.

Song Yu is also considered a smart person, able to endure hardships, and also understands the properties of phosphorus and gunpowder. After entering the firearms supervision, he even accelerated the speed of firearms research and development.

He was always full of energy, circling around the firearms prison without sleep, just so that one day Gu Xiu could notice him, give him a compliment, and keep his gaze on him longer.

One day, Han Mochu summoned Song Yu and other people in charge to gather the first batch of fire in the temporary large tent set up by the Firearms Supervision!The blueprint of the gun, as well as the hit rate and kill rate after many tests.

If today goes well, Da Zhou's first batch of firearms will soon enter mass production.

For today, Han Mochu has already stayed up five big nights, and took out two all nights.

Everyone was busy with their heads down, when the light in the big tent suddenly lit up, it was King Gu Xiu who came in from outside the tent with a little meat dumpling in a lake blue short jacket.

In the past few days, Gu Xiu will come here to accompany him no matter how late he is. He is exempted from all the courtesies due to kings and ministers, and just squeezed into a camp couch in a barracks. He will set off from here early the next morning to discuss the affairs of state. .

"His Majesty."

"His Majesty!"

Song Yu and Han Mochu called out almost at the same time, but Gu Xiu ignored Song Yu's untimely greeting.

Seeing Gu Xiu approaching, everyone stopped what they were doing to salute and greet him.Gu Xiu raised his hand to signal the crowd not to be too polite, and walked straight to Han Mochu who was sitting in the main seat.

"Why did Your Majesty come here at this hour today, and bring Yucheng along with you?" Han Mochu lightly pressed his sore eyelids, stood up and brushed a fluff off Gu Xiu's shoulders very naturally.

"You didn't go back these days, this kid misses you a little bit, and today the morning meeting ended early, so I brought him to see you." Gu Xiu shook the aggrieved little tuanzi in his arms: "Cheng'er, it's not for Yafu." Have you brought anything?"

Xiaotuanzi opened her small hand like a meat bun, and in the palm of her hand was a small white flower that had shrunk.I can't tell if it's Gardenia or Jasmine. I think it's because the little guy is afraid of losing his things, so he clenches too tightly on the road: "Here, Yafu, Huahua."

"You are not in the palace these days, and the small garden in the palace has already bloomed. Yucheng picked them for you." Gu Xiu patiently explained to Xiaotuanzi who had just learned to speak.

The soft little white flowers brighten people's eyes and warm their hearts.

Han Mochu hugged the little milk ball with both hands, and gently stroked his forehead hair: "Thank you, Your Highness, I will let someone find a jar and put the little flowers in it, please?"

"En! Good!" Xiaotuanzi nodded heavily, and a pair of fat and short hands wrapped tightly around Han Mochu's neck, unwilling to let go no matter what.

"Your Majesty, be good. Let's go sleep in the tent with Father. Father's work here will be over soon." Han Mochu took Xiaotuanzi off his neck steadily and handed it back to Gu Xiu's arms: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty." Just pass by."

Father Huang, Yafu, a family of three who are very affectionate, no one can disturb the family happiness.

In the big tent, everyone is busy in an orderly manner.

Only Song Yu was absent-minded, flipping through the messy blueprints in his hands from time to time, staring at the rare warmth of the father and son.

She wished she could grab that little doll and hold it in her arms, and wished Han Mochu would die suddenly on the spot.

As Song Yu thought about it, his men unconsciously clenched into fists.

By the time he realized it, he had already ruined half of the drawing on the handle of the gun.

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