After raising the emperor, he always wanted to marry me

Gu Hong's imperial order was tough, and he ordered Han Mochu to restore the score within three days.

Han Mochu was forced to fight at night with the lights on.

Han Mochu didn't sleep, neither did Gu Xiu, they just sat beside Han Mochu to accompany him.Feeling sleepy, I fell asleep on the small case for a while, and when the three-day deadline came, both of them had red eyes.

The song "Guangling San" has actually been lost for a long time, what Nanxi handed over to Han Mochu was only a fragment of it. Fortunately, there are many records about "Guangling San" in the ancient books brought back by Han Mochu.After spending three whole nights patching things together, I was finally able to make a job.

Because of staying up late for too long, Han Mochu did not feel much drowsiness, and softly woke up Gu Xiu who was sleeping lightly at his desk.

"I've been bored these days again, how about taking Your Highness out for a walk? If you don't go out again, Your Highness the Princess will probably ask me again."

"Yeah." Gu Xiu rubbed his eyes and sat up straight on the table, yawned extremely restrained, there were still light sleep marks on his handsome cheeks.

Han Mochu reached out and wiped Gu Xiu's side face with his fingertips, and ordered the little eunuch Baode to bring two light fur cloaks, one to put on his shoulders and the other to hang on Gu Xiu's shoulders, and walked out of Guiyun Palace by the wrist outside the palace gate.

Gu Xiu's stature grew very fast, like a bamboo that grows whenever the wind blows, it flew over Han Mochu's shoulder in a few days.It will surpass Han Mochu in a few years.

Walking through the long and spacious palace road, the imperial garden is around the corner.

In order to welcome the new year, the imperial garden has been completely decorated, and the bare branches of the shrubs are tied with red flowers and green leaves made of silk.There are colorful silks hanging on the branches, forcibly decorating the chilling winter day like a spring day with colorful flowers.

Han Mochu pulled Gu Xiu to find a small stone table where the sun was warm and sat down. Looking around, he suddenly saw a group of people playing not far away.

When he looked carefully, he discovered that it was the sixth prince, Gu You, who had poured hot water into an ice rink in the open space south of the imperial garden, and was skating on the ice rink with a few clan children of similar age.

Wrapped in a newly made fox fur, Gu You sat curled up on the ice cart like a rice dumpling, yelling to hurry up, the little eunuch behind him pushed the ice cart with all his might, and accidentally fell on the ice cart. On the ground, the ice cart stopped, Gu You immediately became unhappy, turned around and stepped off the ice cart, and kicked the fallen little eunuch twice.When everyone saw it, they hurriedly blocked and coaxed the child. The more they coaxed the child, the more he refused to let him go. In the end, they threw the ice cart down and began to cry.

In terms of age, Gu You is three months older than Gu Xiu, but depending on the situation, Gu Xiu seems to be four or five years older than him.

Han Mochu thought to himself: I don't know if he taught Gu Xiu to be too old, or this Sixth Highness is mentally incomplete.Otherwise, why is there such a difference?Or maybe Gu Xiu should be such a young man in his heart, but because his daily discipline is too strict, he never expresses it?So Han Mochu tentatively asked Gu Xiu: "Your Highness, do you want that thing?"

Gu Xiu glanced at the noisy side, and replied indifferently: "I'm not three years old, what do you want that thing for?"

"Okay, Your Highness is 13 years old, you're an adult." Han Mochu suddenly leaned close to Gu Xiu's ear and raised his brow lightly: "How about your Highness's daily homework being doubled from tomorrow?"

"Master?" Gu Xiu's pupils obviously froze for a moment, and his whole body was a little stiff, as if he was pressed by a huge pressure on the top of his head.

Seeing Gu Xiu like this, Han Mochu smiled more tenderly, put his palm on Gu Xiu's forehead, and said in a low voice, "The minister is here."

The New Year's Eve banquet was still set up in the magnificent Hanyuan Hall.The palace that was smashed by a giant bear during the Wanshou Festival has taken on a completely new look.

The palace banquet on New Year's Eve is not like the Longevity Festival, the only guests present are the royal family, as well as ministers like Han Mochu.The atmosphere of the banquet is also much more relaxed than that of the Longevity Festival.There are retainers and relatives on the left and right, and the seats do not have to be fixed. The guests can walk around and toast at will, expressing the family's feelings, and also appearing cordial and cordial.

Han Mochu also chatted and laughed with those colleagues who were also the prince's junior teachers.Gu Xiu was still sitting alone on the seat, drinking a couple of sips of soup and tea once in a while, but Gu Yan came to pull him twice, but he shied away on the grounds that he couldn't drink enough.

While joking, Han Mochu accidentally discovered that there was a missing seat in the seat of the emperor's heir, and Princess Qingzhao Gu Jin was not among them.It was only after inquiring that Princess Qingzhao went to Jinghua Temple outside the palace to accompany Queen Meng tonight, which was also acquiesced by King Gu Hong after Queen Meng left the palace.

In the absence of Princess Qingzhao, Gu Xiu at the banquet seemed even more alone.

"Hey, Mr. Yi! It's Mr. Yi." On the high platform, an old man in Chinese clothes with white beard and hair, broad body and fat body pointed tremblingly at Han Mochu who was under the stage.

Everyone who was having a banquet stopped when they heard the words, and focused their eyes on the old man.

The old man is none other than Mrs.The youngest brother of the Zu Emperor and the grandfather of Empress Meng, Gu Qin, Prince of Rong'an.Now in his eighties, he is already slumped and old, so he doesn't easily attend palace banquets, and only on days like New Year's Eve, he will come to see the excitement of his grandchildren.

"Uncle Huang, what did you say?" King Gu Hong asked softly.

Gu Qin kept pointing his hand in the direction of Han Mochu: "Look, isn't this Mr. Yi? I haven't seen Mr. Yi for many years."

"Uncle Emperor, you are mistaken. That person is not Mr. Yi Yi, but his high-student Han Mochu, who is now serving as the fourth-rank prince's junior teacher in the inner palace." King Gu Hong held back a smile, and talked to his great-uncle carefully. explained.

"Oh, what are you farting." The old prince stood up unsteadily, and immediately four or five eunuchs went up to help him.After going through untold hardships, he helped the fat and elderly Gu Qin off the high platform.

The old prince was not polite either, he staggered to Han Mochu's side, when Han Mochu saw this, he immediately knelt down to beg for peace and said: "My minister, Han Mochu, has met Prince Rong An Qiansui."

As if he didn't hear it, Gu Qin pulled Han Mochu's arm without hesitation: "Mr. Yi, why are you sitting here? Why aren't you sitting on the table?" Gu Qin looked at Han Mochu's side again, and immediately widened his eyes: "Hey, why have you all forgotten Mr. Yi's banquet rules? Hurry up and find ten beauties to pour wine for Mr. Yi!"

Hearing this, everyone roared with laughter.

Although the expression on Han Mochu's face has not changed, but he can already vaguely think of the face of his teacher in the past, and the corner of his mouth twitches: "His Royal Highness, I am really not Mr. Yi Ji."

"Uncle Huang, that's really not Mr. Yi." King Gu Hong said with a smile.

Trembling, Gu Qin was helped up by the little eunuch, pointed at Han Mochu who was bowing and said, "Who could it be if it wasn't Mr. Yi? Besides Mr. Yi, is there such a decent man in the world?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone laughed even harder, and Mr. Nan Xi, who was lying in Gu Hong's arms, suddenly said, "My lord, how do you think I am born?"

Gu Qin turned his head, glanced at Nan Xi, and said slowly: "Bah, what kind of fairy are you?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone's laughter stopped abruptly.Only Nan Xi laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten her waist.

At that time, Nan Xi was wearing a floor-length gown covered in red and gold, and the golden crown on her head was exaggeratedly gaudy. The makeup on her face did not reveal the heroic spirit that a man should have, and her eyes were captivating.God knows why King Gu Hong spoils such a man to death.

The old prince Gu Qin who didn't know why was helped back by the eunuchs, while the king Gu Hong patted Nan Xi's face: "Go and play the piano, I want to hear it."

Nan Xi replied warmly, then went to the side hall to change clothes and pick up the piano.

Taking advantage of this gap, Han Mochu simply sat next to Gu Xiu, looked at the almost untouched dish in front of Gu Xiu, frowned and said, "Why doesn't Your Highness eat?"

"I'm not used to it."

"Isn't Your Highness not picky about food?" Han Mochu picked up a piece of fried snowflake fish and placed it on a small plate in front of Gu Xiu: "I don't want to go back to cook porridge anymore."

Hearing this, Gu Xiu silently picked up the mutton on the plate and put it into his mouth. Compared with the bowl of undercooked salty porridge, these flashy dishes at the palace banquet seemed to be less difficult to swallow.

After a while, Mr. Nan Xi returned to the banquet hall.He was wearing a fairy-like white crane feather coat, holding a paulownia guqin in his arms, sitting on the qin platform set up in the middle of Hanyuan Hall, plucking lightly with his fingertips, the rhythm slowly entered his ears, but it was not Han Mochu's hard work. The revised ancient song "Guangling San" is an unknown new song.

Han Mochu shook his head with a faint smile, this man is really inexplicable.

After playing the piano, King Gu Hong clapped his hands and laughed, and everyone applauded and cheered accordingly.Nan Xi ignored the crowd, but went straight to the high platform, and nestled back into the arms of King Gu Hong.

The banquet and singing and dancing continued, and the New Year's bell rang rumblingly, which was the moment when the child and the time intersected.

The eunuchs of the dining room brought up the steaming five-color flat food. These flat food were not made by the servants of the dining room, but were made by concubines and wives of various palaces to show the joy of the family and the meaning of close kinship.

The imperial concubine Han took the lead and presented the flat food to King Gu Hong first.

Gu Hong picked up a red koi dumpling, took a sip, and praised: "Okay." Then he put down the chopsticks and said in a deep voice: "Give it to everyone."

Everyone raised their cups and kowtowed to thank the emperor.

Gu Xiu couldn't escape this glass of wine, so he also took a sip.

I don't know if it's because he was born with a dissatisfaction with alcohol, Gu Xiu just took a sip of the wine and immediately his cheeks flushed red and he became dizzy.

"Your Highness, I can't sleep right now." Han Mochu called Gu Xiu in a low voice, and Gu Xiu stretched out his hand and rubbed his heavy eyelids with the heel of his palm, forcing himself to stay awake.

While speaking, a middle-aged woman in a goose-yellow palace dress came up to Gu Xiu with a plate of flat food, and said softly and lovingly, "Your Highness, come and have a taste."

"Thank you, Your Concubine." Gu Xiu tried his best to open his eyes, raised his shoulders and bowed to the woman.

"Your Highness, it's too natural to call him that. How about calling him Mother Concubine He?" Concubine He Gui said while reaching out to touch Gu Xiu's forehead. The embroidered handkerchief in her hand was hiding something.

Seeing this, Han Mochu calmly turned Gu Xiu's head slightly to the side, letting Concubine He Gui was about to touch Gu Xiu's hand, and said with a warm smile: "My lady, Your Highness is a little too drunk."

"Oh, this child is so young, what kind of wine do you drink, come to this palace to have a look..." He Guipin stretched out his hand to pull Gu Xiu, but was still mercilessly blocked by Han Mochu, who didn't give her any further words Opportunity, but directly kowtowed: "Your Majesty, His Royal Highness is too weak to drink, and I want to take him back to the palace first."

Gu Hong, who was drinking with Nan Xi in his arms, glanced down the stage, only to see that Gu Xiu's cheeks were indeed flushed, his figure was shaking, and he almost couldn't hold on.He couldn't help squinting his eyes and asked in a cold voice: "What kind of wine would you serve with a child?"

Cui Shang, the chief eunuch, replied: "Return to Your Majesty, these are also on the table of His Highness Six."

"Then let's see how the prince's physique is? How do you prepare meals?" Gu Hong didn't know whether he was disturbed by the wine, or he really cared about Gu Xiu. In short, there was some anger that had no place to vent in his words.

Seeing this, the meal preparation eunuch immediately bent over and knelt down: "Damn the slave! I'm not thinking well, please forgive me, Your Majesty."

"Enough is enough. I don't want to hear about life and death today." Gu Hong rubbed his forehead and glanced at Han Mochu: "Take him back, so that you can take care of him, but don't get sick during the festival."

"Yes, I obey the order." Han Mochu bowed upwards, then took Gu Xiu on his shoulders and said goodbye.Seeing this, Concubine He Gui wanted to keep up while clutching her handkerchief, but was scolded by King Gu Hong: "Concubine Gui, don't lose your manners."

Gu Hong's voice woke up Prince Rong An who was already snoring. The old man opened his eyes in a daze, and pointed at the back of Han Mo Chuli Hall and shouted: "Mr. Yi, where are you going? Mr. Yi? Little Sanzi fell asleep again ? You always carry him on your back recently, I'm not that heavy..."

"Uncle Huang, you are drunk." Gu Hong calmly comforted him: "That person is really not Mr. Yi, and the one on his back is not the late emperor."

"Why...couldn't it be?" Prince Rong An muttered to himself, and became confused again after a while.

In his sleep, he returned to the chaotic era of war and chaos. He was riding on a horse as a child, desperately chasing the backs of his brothers. No one looked back at him, only the elegant and handsome man grabbed his waist. Rein, so that he does not become a dead soul under the enemy's sword.