After raising the emperor, he always wanted to marry me

The morning has not yet arrived, and the sky is white.

Gu Xiuxiu, who had been approving the memorial all night, fell asleep on the large desk.

After coaxing Han Mochu to sleep last night, he took care of all the current government affairs, and those mountain-like memorials were dealt with in just one night.

Even with some insignificant greetings and congratulations, he wrote Zhu Zhu.

Hearing Han Mochu's smooth and even breathing in his deep sleep on the dragon couch, he became more and more afraid to let himself stop.

It wasn't until dawn that he couldn't bear it any longer and closed his eyes on the desk to meditate.

Sitting at the desk for a long time makes my back very tired, and it is really difficult to open my eyelids after a sleepless night.Gu Xiu has been drifting between half dream and half awake, until he heard a burst of intermittent "duk duk" sound of melodies falling to the ground.

In a haze, he saw a man in white clothes with green clothes and loose long hair was arranging the table for him beside him.The faint scent of paper and ink is the one he is most familiar with and obsessed with subconsciously.

"Zi Ran woke up?" Gu Xiu gently pressed the sore eyelids when he first woke up, and asked in a low voice: "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Wake up." Han Mochu sat in front of Gu Xiu with his back straight and knees bent, smiling cheerfully at the people: "Your Majesty was so majestic last night, I naturally slept very well."

"The wind and cold invade the body, so you have to sweat all over your body and sleep peacefully." Recalling the indulgence last night, Gu Xiu couldn't help but look away from the other person: "Last night, I just wanted you to follow the doctor's advice." .”

"Your Majesty clearly took advantage of others' danger last night, and today he still insists on arguing." Han Mochu pulled out the two-foot-long and one-inch-wide mahogany ruler from under the long case as if by magic.

This miraculous ruler will always appear in unexpected places for Gu Xiu, and its quality is excellent. It hasn't even cracked or worn out in the past ten years, but it has been nourished and radiant over the long years. Bright.

"I never took advantage of others' danger, it's clear that you became angry from embarrassment." Gu Xiu blurted out a sentence, rolled up his sleeves and stretched out his left palm towards the person, waiting for the sharp stabbing pain to sweep over.

"Your Majesty, this is sophistry." The ruler in Han Mochu's hand suddenly swung down, bouncing on the skin and making a crisp cracking sound, and a red mark quickly rose on Gu Xiu's thick palm.

Just looking at this strength, it can be seen that Han Mochu's wind and cold are really healed.

"Why did I ever argue?" Gu Xiu was hit so hard that his eyes were burned, and he gritted his teeth and said with pain: "It is said that the ruler is the guide for the ministers, and the husband is the guide for the wife. Han Taifu knows the present and the ancients, you have seen who is the king and the husband Will you be beaten the next day when you have sex?"

"It's a good saying that the king is the guide for the subjects, and the husband is the guide for the wife. Since your majesty knows the principles of ethics, then he committed the crime last night knowingly." Han Mochu flicked his wrist, and took another ruler with great strength, directly stacking the two scars on top of each other. One: "It is a fact that your Majesty lost his morals and indulged last night. The minister is the emperor's teacher. If the king makes mistakes, he must be punished. The punishment must be strict, so as not to cause the king to make mistakes in the country."

Han Mochu's ruler landed extremely precisely, and each stroke was firmly tamped in the palm of the hand without any deviation.

The size of a human palm is really limited, and where the wounds overlap, the flesh and blood churned and clamored through the skin, which is really more painful than a sword wound that sees blood.

Gu Xiu closed his eyes as if resigned to his fate, his palms were burning like a raging fire.

Last night's joy was like honey, and now the bitter fruit is swallowed by itself.

He had nothing to complain about either.

Han Mochu's last stroke was always the heaviest. When the ruler stopped, the left hand of Gu Xiu's bow-riding horse was already swollen and shiny: "Your Majesty, do you know what's wrong?"

"Well, I got it wrong." Gu Xiuying lowered his eyes, turned around and slowly stretched his palm to relieve the continuous swelling and pain in his palm.

After getting an affirmative answer, Han Mochu didn't delve into it any further, and continued to sit beside Gu Xiu and sort out the memorial that Zhu Zhu wrote last night for him.

Did Gu Xiu really know he was wrong?not at all.

Han Mochu was well aware of this.

To the two of them, the ring ruler that pierced every inch of their flesh just now was nothing more than a kind of intimate teasing.

Gu Xiu is a rough-skinned and thick-skinned little wolf cub, it is difficult for him to think twice before taking what he wants.

A meal of the ruler will not change anything at all.

For example, right now, Han Mochu is arranging the memorial, his long hair is still scattered on his shoulders, but he can still think about playing with the white jade hairpin that caused trouble with him last night.

"It's rare for Ziran to get up early today." Gu Xiu pinpointed the time when Han Mochu had finished tidying up, and came to him, and casually approached him: "Why don't I have a haircut with you?"

"Does Your Majesty know how to tie hair?" Han Mochu turned his head and raised his hand to rub the broken hair on Gu Xiu's forehead: "Since childhood, when has Your Majesty ever done such a thing?"

"Precisely because Ziran and Zhen used to collude, so I want to try today." Gu Xiu spread his palm to reveal the jade hairpin that he took from Han Mochu's head last night.The red and swollen palms set off the warm white jade, which made people look somewhat pitiful: "Master, let me try it."

"Forget it." After all, Han Mochu is still older than Gu Xiu, this seemingly helpless humility is actually full of pampering.

Everyone saw that Gu Xiu was lenient and indulgent towards him, but they didn't know that he was not like this towards Gu Xiu.

No matter how much Gu Xiu committed a taboo against him, he couldn't help Gu Xiu stretching out his hand to pull his sleeve and calling him Master.

Gu Xiu, who got the approval, grabbed Han Mochu's large sleeve robe, and pulled him all the way to sit in front of the mirror table inside the bed, and took out a comb carved with red sandalwood from the small drawer under the mirror table. Han Mochu combed his hair for him. First, he brushed Han Mochu's long hair to the end, and according to the steps in his memory, bit by bit he tied Han Mochu's long hair into a braid, and then tied it into a bun.

For a king who is not very skilled in combing his hair, it is undoubtedly an extremely long process.A braid is untied and knotted, knotted and untied, never satisfied.

It was too late for Han Mochu who indulged in this matter, he could only secretly straighten his aching waist, and asked, "How did Your Majesty think of having sex with Chen Wan?"

"Sixth brother said that the meaning of husband and wife's hair is that the husband should dress up his wife's hair after marriage. He and the sixth sister-in-law do makeup every day. He can do any fashionable hair style, which is better than the makeup lady in his house. It's okay. I am the emperor, so I must not fall behind others." Gu Xiu concentrated on tidying up the last strand of hair for Han Mochu, and then fixed it with two small silver hairpins. A neat heart-wrapped bun was finally Shucheng: "Huh, fortunately, neither Ziran nor Zhen are women."

"What's wrong with the girl?" The moment Gu Xiu put down the comb, Han Mochu also heaved a sigh of relief.

"I've heard that women not only have to curl their hair, but also apply powder, draw eyebrows, and make up dimples. Sometimes, flowers are painted on the center of their eyebrows, and they also need to wear hairpins and rings in various styles during the four seasons and eight seasons. I just think about it." It feels cumbersome."

"The reason why His Majesty likes me is because I don't use thrushes? If I am really a woman, Your Majesty won't like me?"

"That...that's not..." No matter how long it has passed, Gu Xiu will take every word of Han Mochu's words seriously: "I just feel that my craftsmanship is not good, what if I turn ugly?"

Gu Xiu's skill at combing his hair is far inferior to his ability to govern the country. This round bun is combed so beautifully that it looks like it has a seal on it. More precisely, it looks like a freshly baked bun. steamed stuffed bun.Fortunately, Han Mochu was born with a good skin, no matter how ugly the bun was for him, it was just an embellishment, if he put on a court dress and an official hat, it looked the same no matter how he looked.

The same handsome and peerless, the same unparalleled in the world.

"Well, Your Majesty's craftsmanship is not bad." Han Mochu looked at himself in the mirror, touched the round hair bag on the top of his head, and couldn't help laughing: "In the future, if my hands are both injured, I won't have loose hair. Have a good time."

"Zi Ran is serious?" A gleam of joy flashed across the cold and serious face of the wolf cub.

"Of course it's true." Han Mochu stroked his sleeve robe and looked at himself in the mirror: "When did I tell your majesty lies?"

"Then how about I have sex with Zi Ranwan every day in the future?" The little wolf cub tried to strike while the iron was hot.

"Your Majesty has combed this bun for less than half an hour." Han Mochu shook his head and waved his hands unceremoniously: "I can't get up so early every day. If Your Majesty does this every day, I and Your Majesty can only go to the morning court on an empty stomach." gone."

***

In the seventh year of Yongding, there is a palace banquet on New Year's Eve.

King Gu Xiu announced in front of the civil and military clansmen of the Manchu Dynasty that on the third day of the third month of March of the following year, Yucheng, the eldest son of the emperor who had been with him for many years, would be officially conferred the crown prince, and he would be sacrificed at the altar of the Southern Suburb on the same day. The heaven worships the ancestors, pays homage to the ancestral temple, and conducts the canonization ceremony.

This ceremony is the grandest ceremony in Yongding after Princess Qingzhao's wedding.

The Ministry of Rites, together with the inner court secretary in the palace, put in all their strength and desperately wanted to take advantage of the east wind of being a crown prince, so as to pave the way for their official career in the previous dynasty.

The ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven is held at sunrise.

On the eve of the ceremony, the palace was brightly lit up and down.

Shanggong Wu led a group of maids to change into auspicious clothes first, and then went to Xingsheng Palace to change clothes with the little prince Yucheng.

For fear that the prince was too young to last the duration of the ceremony, Wu Shite coaxed Yu Cheng to sleep for two or three hours in the afternoon.At this moment, the little man has just woken up, and it is the time when he is full of energy.Pulling Prince Ning's son Yu Heng to run wildly around the room, even seven or eight court ladies couldn't catch him.

It wasn't until the Shanggong Wu family arrived and moved out the grand master Han Mochu that they finally subdued the two little devil kings.

The two little guys stood obediently in place, and the palace people carried one after another, wearing extremely cumbersome dresses with the two brothers.Prince Ning, who couldn't stay idle, turned his head to look at his younger brother Yucheng who was beside him.

Today's Xiao Yucheng is wearing a big blue and black fur shirt, with a five-clawed golden dragon on his shoulders, a red robe and gown on the inside, boots on his feet, and pearls and jade hanging on the square crown above his head.Xiao Yucheng, who had never seen a brother of the same generation dressed like this, couldn't help asking curiously: "Brother Cheng, why is your robe different from mine, and the crown is also different from mine?"

"Cheng'er doesn't understand this either." Xiao Yucheng looked up at the crown he was wearing along the beads hanging in front of his eyes, then lowered his head to look at the patterns on his clothes, and said in a low voice with his bulging bun-like face : "I just heard from Yafu that Cheng'er is going to be the prince."

"Brother Cheng, if you become the prince, can you go out of the palace to find me to play? I asked my concubine to buy a lot of bicycles, and I want to leave them for you to play with."

Xiaotuanzi lowered his head and grabbed the clothes on his body, scratched his head again and said: "I'll go back and ask my royal father, if he disagrees, Cheng'er will go and beg my Yafu again."

"Well! Good!" Xiao Yuheng nodded: "I will only give you the biggest one, not even Yuqing!"

At the first moment of ugly time, the neatly dressed Xiao Yucheng rushed into the Xuanzheng Hall bouncing up and down, holding the hem of his clothes in one hand and the crown in the other.

In the Xuanzheng Hall, Han Mochu had just changed into a grand purple dress, and the golden crown was as honorable as the king's.

But looking at the entire Great Zhou Dynasty, not a single person dared to say that he overstepped.

At this time, King Gu Xiu had already gone to Fengxian Hall to burn incense and worship together with Yu Cheng, Kang Sheng, and Ning Yi, the three most respected princes.

"Yafu Yafu, Cheng'er has become the prince, can you still go to the Sixth Emperor's Uncle's Mansion to play with Brother Heng?" When he got close, Xiao Yucheng opened his arms and threw himself at Han Mochu who was dressed in fine clothes: "Brother Heng He bought a lot of bicycle boats, and he said he would keep the biggest one with me!"

"Although your highness is the crown prince, Prince Ning's son is still your elder brother. Doesn't your majesty often go out of the palace to see His Royal Highness Ning?" Han Mochu firmly caught Xiao Tuanzi who was rushing towards him, and hugged him with both hands. Holding the person under the armpit, hugging the person on the knee.

"Oh! That's great! Cheng'er was still worried just now!"

"Does your highness know what a crown prince is?"

Xiao Yucheng fiddled with the Liuzhu Mian in front of him, and sat obediently in Han Mochu's arms, nodding: "Yafu and Cheng'er have talked about the origin of the term Chu Jun, but Cheng'er doesn't know what to do after becoming the Chu Jun."

"Your highness is still young, father and father will teach your highness little by little how to be a prince and how to be a king in the future." Han Mochu hugged the little guy in a dress, and stroked the chubby little guy. His face: "Your Highness, do you want to be a good emperor like your father?"

Xiaotuanzi shook his head with a puffy face, wrapped his small arms around Han Mochu's neck, and whispered in a child's unique voice: "No, Cheng'er doesn't want to be emperor. I can only be emperor when father dies. I don't want father." The emperor died, I want my father and my father to be with me forever, forever and ever."

Children are innocent, and the desire to hope that their parents can accompany them forever seems to be something that every child who grows up surrounded by family love will have.

Yucheng didn't have real parents, and they never thought of replacing Yucheng's real parents, but Yucheng actually regarded them as real parents.

It can be seen from this that he and Gu Xiu are very successful as fathers.

At least the child was protected, and he was not burdened by rumors at such a sensitive age.

***

Half an hour before the guard of honor departed, everything was ready, and the guards of honor of the clansmen and courtiers were placed more than ten miles away from the gate of the imperial city.

The leader Wang Jia is a huge carriage with one hundred and eight passengers, about nine feet high, painted in black gold all over the body, with Kowloon flying high, like a small moving palace.

Han Mochu, as the prince's father and the teacher of the emperor, went to the king's car together with the king and the prince.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes were staring at the whole court, but no one noticed that Taifu Han, the chief assistant of the court, was supposed to be sitting in the seat of the Queen of the Central Palace.

The eve of the emperor boarding the car.

Xiong Hu, who was the chief of today's imperial guards, held his nine-ringed broadsword, separated from the crowd and rushed to the front of Wang Jia, stopping Taifu Han Mochu from boarding the car: "Han...Taifu Han...there are...there are assassins."

Xionghu's mouth was stupid, and he stumbled a few words.

Han Mochu held Xiong Hu down and motioned him to follow him to board the king's car.

Only the father and son were present in Wang Jia's house, and they had no eyes or ears. Xiong Hu swung his sword horizontally and organized the language as concisely and smoothly as possible: "Your Majesty, there are people on the altar, and the gunpowder is doubled."

In Xiong Hu's intermittent narration, Han Mochu outlined the whole picture of the incident.

In short, today's ritual ceremony was mixed with the secret work sent by King Duan. They waited for the opportunity to try to kill or injure the king during the ceremony, and then blamed all the crimes on the powerful minister Han Mochu. Wang led troops from the south of the Lingnan to Beijing, punished powerful ministers in the name of the Qing emperor, supported his youngest son to ascend the throne, and then regented and supervised the country in the name of the emperor's uncle.

As for the origin and number of soldiers under King Duan, the details are also unknown.

The assassin also admitted that they were arranged by Prince Duanjing before he left Beijing last year, and they relied on flying eagles and pigeons to send letters, and letters would arrive every few days.

Although Xiong Hu is stupid, the generals around him are all bright minds.

As soon as they heard that the royal family was involved in this matter, they immediately became vigilant, calmed Xiong Hu who was about to slap Xi Zuo to death, and asked him to send a letter to the king to make a word.

"Your Majesty, Taifu Han, how should we deal with the matter?" Xiong Hu, who kept his mission firmly in mind, finally got to the point.

"You go to General Yunjue immediately and ask him to replace all the defenders on the altar, and then ask him to arrange two cronies to transfer ten flare bombs to the firearms prison. No one is allowed to ask the reason, and only the things and Just be ready." Han Mochu said solemnly: "The guard of honor will start on time, and everything I want must be ready before sunrise."

"Yes! Taifu Han!" Although Xiong Hu was stupid, he could always remember Han Mochu's instructions clearly only once.

After Xiong Hu left, Gu Xiu and Han Mochu looked at each other, touched the ignorant Xiaotuanzi beside him, and asked him to rest on his lap for a while: "Cheng'er, listen to what your father told you, and you will be at the Huanqiu Terrace in a while." Now, no matter what happens, don't be afraid, Father and Yafu will protect you."

Xiaotuanzi climbed up from Junfu's lap thoughtfully, while pulling on the sleeves of Junjun and Han Mochu, he looked at the two of them from both sides: "Father and Yafu are here, Chenger Don't be afraid of anything."

***

The Circular Mound Altar is located in the southern suburbs of the capital, in a place from Zhiyang to Qian.

It is a historic site where the kings of the previous dynasty offered sacrifices to heaven, about three feet high.After several generations of repairs by the Great Zhou Dynasty, the previous square steps were changed to twelve square steps, and nine furnaces of golden tripods were installed on the top, which is exactly the same as the place for worshiping heaven recorded in "Zhou Rituals".

At sunrise, the fasting bell rings.

After going through a series of tedious processes such as saluting at the altar, praising and welcoming the gods, and raising the calf to burnt.

When the king ascends to the high station, he will hold a jubilee and drink wine. The first offering, the second offering, and the final offering, the ceremonial officer shouted: "Remove the food and return it to the jade!"

The king put down the wine bar and was about to step back when the copper censer used for offering incense moved slightly. Immediately afterwards, the phosphorescent light exploded, and with a bang, the copper tripod shattered instantly.

The closest Han Mochu and several princes rushed all the way into the thick fog above the high platform, and the clan and courtiers in the audience were in a mess.

"Your Majesty is injured! Hurry up! Tell the imperial physician!" Han Mochu's anxious roar came from the thick smoke.

On that day, all those who participated in the ceremony witnessed that the current emperor, covered in blood, was carried down from the high platform of the Circular Mound unconsciously.

Luanjia immediately set off to return to the palace, and then the palace gate was closed tightly, and the king's injury was kept secret.

All military affairs and state affairs are temporarily taken over by Grand Tutor Han Mochu. Except for Princess Qingzhao and King Ning Guyou, no clan officials are allowed to visit the palace.

For a while, there were different opinions in the previous court, and some even bluntly said that the king had passed away, and it was only in order to avoid the suspicion of the Lord and the country that he kept it so secret.

Han Mochu suppressed a few veteran ministers who spoke fiercely on the spot, but he didn't want the material discussions in the court to boil even more violently.

***

It was the dead of night.

After sending away the concubine Kim who had red and swollen eyes.

With a bandage wrapped around his head, the unconscious King Gu Xiu finally woke up, the first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to pull out the jade hairpin that tied the hair of the person next to his pillow: "Zi Ran, why are you so dazed?"

"Your Majesty is still thinking about messing around now?" Han Mochu took out a soft pillow to help him sit up: "I was in charge of Your Majesty in the previous court, and Your Majesty sleeps comfortably every day."

"I sleep dizzily every day, and my hands and feet hurt. If I could change, I would be happy to change with Ziran." Gu Xiu patted his sore shoulder: "Tomorrow, Ziran will talk to Mr. Su, let's go through the motions." The wound medicine used is too bitter."

"Your Majesty, isn't this to fulfill King Duan's heart? If the minister is lying here, King Duan will not plot rebellion, let alone lead troops into Beijing." Han Mochu poured a cup of tea and handed it to Gu Xiu: "Fortunately, at this moment, pass The pigeons for the letter have been sent out. Your Majesty will not be able to pretend to sleep for a few days. Although the medicine is bitter, it can strengthen your body, and it is very suitable for your majesty who cannot eat now."

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