After raising the emperor, he always wanted to marry me

The ancients often said: "Once the sea was too difficult to be water, except Wushan is not a cloud."

Before today, Gu Xiu, the king who claimed to have seen turbulent waves and waded through dragon pools and tiger dens, always thought that Shang Gong Wu was the most nagging person in the world.

One thing can be said over and over thirty or fifty times and it is not finished.

Until today he met Baili, Han Mochu's former servant.

This man named Baili is worth more than twenty Wu aunts.

Ever since they met this person, this person's mouth has not stopped for a moment, from waiting for tea in front of the hall to eating dinner, even if no one responds, he can keep talking according to his own path.

For example, if the tailbone of a fresh fish on the dinner table is not clean enough, he can recite all the fish his cook has cooked since the day he entered his house, and then point out the difference between today's fish and past fish. What is the difference compared to fish.

For another example, seeing that Xiao Tuanzi, who is more than four years old, can pick up vegetables with chopsticks and eat very skillfully, he can use this reason to mention how his wife, Mrs. Chen, pampered his two sons.

What's more interesting is that the wife and son who are outside the hundred are not very talkative, and the servants, handymen, and housekeepers in the family are not very talkative either.

It was as if all the words of the whole family were said by this guy alone.

After drinking for three rounds, Mrs. Chen left with her two children, and very considerately took away Xiao Tuanzi who obviously couldn't sit still.

In the reception hall, only Chen Zhun and Baili were left as companions.

"My lord, how have you been doing these years? How did you come here? Did you have a bad time in Beijing? At that time, you gave me 100 taels of silver and returned my body deed. I thought you Entering the palace is to become a high-ranking official. If I had known this, I would have paid 50 taels back then." Baili held the small purple sand teapot in his hand and took a sip, then cleared his throat: Yes, at that time you said that you went to Beijing to find relatives, did you find them in the end?"

This purple sand teapot was the one that Gu Xiu had been holding in his hand since he first saw this Bai Yuanwai.At first, Gu Xiu didn't know what the teapot was for, but later he gradually realized that it was for talking too much and drinking his voice.

When Han Mochu set off to Beijing, he didn't tell the boy who would only accompany him on this journey to tell the truth, so Baili didn't know who Han Mochu was, and he didn't associate Han Mochu with the now famous and powerful Han Taifu .

When we met by chance in Taizhou today, he just thought that the good-hearted master he served at the beginning was down and out, and he wanted to come to their borderland to make a living.

"I couldn't find a relative, so I resigned from the official position. Later, I also married a wife and had a son. After my wife died, I didn't remarry. I only lived with my wife and brother and brought the children together. I still have a lot of money."

The external relationship between Gu Xiu and Han Mochu was negotiated since they left the palace. Gu Xiu is Han Mochu's wife and younger brother.

Yucheng is Han Mochu's flesh and blood.

From the perspective of facial features and bones, Xiao Yucheng at this age seems to be more like Han Mochu.

"Hey, it's really a pity. Such a good child lost his mother as soon as he was born. Look at how beautiful that child's eyebrows and eyes are. He looks like you, young master, and this young master Gu. If you don't know Think this child was born by the two of you." Baili took a sip of the teapot and moistened his throat: "See, Mr. Gu is also a good-looking talent, has he ever married a wife?"

"Married once, but died of illness." Gu Xiu answered very briefly and alienated. The endless chatter from outside the hundred members made him feel as if a piece of red-hot iron had been thrown into his mind casually, and his brains were all in It boiled under the vigorous heat, as if it was going to push his heavenly spirit cover open.

Fortunately, Gu Xiu's face, which seemed extremely difficult to get close to at first glance, made the enthusiastic hundred members dare not talk too much with him. After a casual greeting, he turned to chat with Han Mochu again: "My lord, I Let me tell you, if you have nothing to do now, why not follow me to do water transport, this sea water can make more money than those road posts and cargo ships in the Central Plains. We are adjacent to Ryukyu and Fusang, and we can go as far as Siam , you don’t know that our Dazhou’s mulberry silk, tea, and satin, and even a plate of bowls out of Dazhou and shipped by sea are ten times or twenty times the profit.”

"Is it?"

"Yes! Why not!" Han Mochu's two-word question made Baili so excited that he drank the tea in the purple clay pot: "I just bought three teas with the 100 taels of silver you gave me back then. I just pulled the linen in a dilapidated boat, and the money was earned... tsk tsk tsk... On the return journey, I brought another boat of green rice from Fusang, and turned around to make another fortune! If you want to do it, Mr. All the ships here are ready-made, you just need to use them!"

"Thank you, thank you." This fire-like enthusiasm rushed straight to Han Mochu's face, and he could only use his hand as a fan to slowly extinguish this enthusiasm: "I still have a lot of money at the moment, and I just want to give my children a lot of money when I come here this time." Long experience."

"I don't think your son is very rich. I think your coachman can eat a cow for a meal, right?" Baili took the teapot and asked the servants who followed him to add another pot, and pointed to the yard with his mouth nuzui Xiong Hu, who was still guarding a big basket of steamed buns in the house, said, "When I drive the carriage for you, young master, there are at most three steamed buns per day. By the way, young master, the family you took me to on the first day in Beijing Who is it?! Such a tall gate! Such a big plaque, and two big stone lions in front of the gate! Such a grand family, I guess it is either a prince or a high official!"

What Baili said smoothly brought back the minds of the monarch and his ministers.

Gu Xiu picked up the teacup and didn't say much, while Han Mochu replied softly, "The lintel is too high, I don't know, I never asked."

***

As the night was getting darker, Gu Xiu and Han Mochu refused Baili and Chen Zhunliu's request to stay in order to let their ears be quiet for a while.

With Xiao Tuanzi, who was already asleep, they found an inn in the city that looked dignified and clean.

The inn has three floors, the first floor is a restaurant selling drinks and side dishes, and the second and third floors are guest rooms.

The guest room for the father and son is located on the third floor, and there is a high platform outside the house, where the guests can lean on the railing and look into the distance.

After settling down the small group, the sleepless monarch and his minister went to the high platform outside the house to enjoy the moon and the wind.

Looking at the dim lights in the distance, Han Mochu leaned against Gu Xiu's arms, squinted his eyes and smiled, "Yun Chi can ask whatever you want, don't hold it in your heart."

"Ask what?" Gu Xiu stretched his arms from behind the man, supported the hands of the man leaning on the railing, gently leaned against the side of the man's face, and whispered in the man's ear, "What do you want me to ask, Zi Ran?"

"Naturally ask me where I went on the day I entered Beijing, and why did I go there. Doesn't Yunchi want to know?"

"I never ask about things that Zi Ran doesn't want to talk about." Gu Xiu shook his head calmly, and slowly intertwined his fingers: "I know that the mansion with two stone lions in front of the central gate of Bianjing City is the only one in the old days. The former residence of Zhongqin Chancellor Han Ming also knows that Ziran has the same surname as him, and also knows that Ziran’s first day in Beijing was to find relatives, all in all, I understand it in my heart.”

"Yun Chi understands it in his heart, so don't you mind? I was desperate to reveal the list and enter the palace." Han Mochu turned around and leaned against the wooden railing behind him, and put his hands on Gu Xiu's neck: "Han Ming indirectly killed Yun. The murderer of the clan, and I am that person's..."

Han Mochu didn't say the word son and heir, Gu Xiu put his arms around his waist with one hand, and supported his back with the other, lest he accidentally fall downstairs.

"Han Ming is just a sharp knife in the hands of the late emperor, and the one who holds the knife is the real murderer." Gu Xiu stretched his arms and pulled the man into his arms a little more: "What is the relationship between Ziran and that criminal minister?"嚢祔? My Ziran is a student of Mr. Yi Ji, the son of Yi'an who is well-known in the world. Ziran is the most important minister of my great Zhou, ranking first among the three princes. Ziran is also the teacher of the emperor and the father of the prince. Except for the same surname, there is no relationship with that criminal minister and thief who has long been punished."

"Yun Chi's words are comfortable to listen to, but I'm just deceiving myself." Han Mochu wrapped his arms around Gu Xiu's neck and touched the tip of his nose: "Actually, I have been lying to Yun Chi for so many years."

"I promised you that I will pamper you, let you, and indulge you." The night breeze was cool, and Gu Xiu hid Han Mochu in his arms, so as not to let the night breeze invade: "You want to say I will listen to what you say, and I will believe what you say. Whether you lie to me or hide it from me, I, this life, belong to you."

"I once told you that I came here to determine my future, and I don't want to spend my whole life on Baiming Mountain." Han Mochu rested his head on Gu Xiu's shoulder and raised his mouth slightly, revealing the old things that he planned to hide in his heart for the rest of his life: "Actually , I came here for you from the very beginning. My mother is a peasant girl who Han Ming spent ten taels of silver to buy into the mansion, and I am just a child born by that peasant woman by chance, with no name, no title, no root There is no foundation. In the Yongning Dynasty, there was a mutiny in Beijing. The mistress of the family was jealous and pushed me and my biological mother out of the house. It was General Yunhui who came here on horseback, rescued me from the chaos, and sent me to be raised by Mr. Yi Ji Upbringing. Later, I learned that the Yun family was convicted and the general died. Naturally, I wanted to set things right for her, to ensure that her child would be safe and smooth in this life, and that her wishes would come true. I didn’t expect this child to be too speculative with me. I thought Supporting him and protecting him, the farther the better. I was afraid that this child would know that I had been favored by the Yun family, and he would feel the burden of not repaying his kindness, so I lied to that child and kept it from that Son, I said that I became his junior teacher because I had no other choice, but in fact, I have only had his choice from the beginning to the end, only him..."

"Is that so?" After Gu Xiu blurted out five words, he kissed Han Mochu's lips uncontrollably, tightening his arms so that he couldn't move, his lips were separated, and he asked a question like he was talking to himself. Said: "So Zi Ran was given to me by my mother?"

"Yes, I came to Yunchi under the guidance of General Yunhui. I am very glad to be able to accompany Yunchi through this and live this time." Han Mochu turned his arms and hugged Gu Xiu in his arms: "It is God's will , so that I have nothing to hide from now on.”

It was another sleepless night, without the restraint of the palace people, the vast night is the best cover.

They undressed and undressed on the strange bed, perfecting each other, as if their souls and flesh were blended into each other's flesh and bones.

Listening to Han Mochu's low-pitched narration.

Gu Xiu's heart ached, that was his lover, that was everything to him.

How did such a young man survive those days of despair.

With little food to eat and no clothes to cover their bodies, they are looked down upon and bullied like livestock.

He hated why he couldn't be born a few years earlier, so that he could take care of the young Han Mochu in his arms and prevent him from being wronged in the slightest.

He was even more cruel than his royal father, Han Mochu's biological father.

Forgetting, ignoring, and indifference extinguished all hopes of Han Mochu as the Son of Man.

Fortunately, this person no longer exists.

The burden on Han Mochu's heart no longer needs to be so heavy.

This is probably the last hidden private place in Han Mochu's heart, and perhaps also the last painful place.

He dropped his defenses and entrusted his weakness to him.

Then think about the days and nights when Han Mochu first met him, this person has planned for him from the very beginning.

Gu Xiu kissed passionately, every piece of flesh is a land that can be invaded and exploited.

He tasted it wantonly again, not knowing whether it was tears or sweat stains.

Silent panting, broken moans.

They have never been so presumptuous, and all their burdens melt into nothingness with each other.

After the night, they grew closer.

Afterwards, Han Mochu pillowed on Gu Xiu's arm with clear beads of sweat, and there were colorful marks all over his body.

Gu Xiu wasn't too strong, and his body was mottled and messed up.

"Does Yunchi know? I am a person with an unforgettable memory. I remember everything after the age of three." Han Mochu wiped the sweat from the corner of his mouth, and the smile on his face was as gentle as dew in the morning sun. So clear: "I remember the bamboo sticks that were chopped on my body, I remember my mother's reluctant smile, I remember how I was thrown into the street at the beginning, I remember the tragic death of my mother, and of course I also remember the appearance of General Yunhui in his armor. "

"Did my mother look good when she was riding a war horse?" Gu Xiu embraced that body and said inexplicably enviously, "I haven't seen it since I was born."

"It's beautiful, it's beautiful." Han Mochu propped up half of his body, squinting at the morning sun gradually rising outside the window: "In the future, I will draw it for Yunchi."

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感谢在2021-07-2811:30:46~2021-07-2920:58:10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 mine: 1 evil boy;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of emperor soap;

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