After raising the emperor, he always wanted to marry me

The palace of the Raksha Kingdom was built on the only flat land among the mountains.

It consists of countless dome buildings with undulating high ground, and each building has a pair of semicircular panes.The window panes are inlaid with colorful and gorgeous colored glaze.

The imperial palace is surrounded by a [-]-foot-long moat, and a suspension bridge hangs above the city gate. It is usually put away, and only put down when the monarch and the royal family's horse team go out.

The young man named Nuoxiang told Han Mochu that the moat was full of fish that ate human flesh, the bottom of the water was covered with spikes, and there were twelve brass crossbows erected on the walls of the palace, all for the sake of It was established to prevent civil uprisings.

Luocha is different from the Great Zhou Dynasty. The common people are not divided into scholars, farmers, businessmen, etc., but only the royal family and the nobles who serve the royal family.

The rest are untouchables.

The royal family of Rakshasa lived in the high-walled and beautiful palace from birth, enjoying the best food in the world, wearing gorgeous silk and fur, and admiring incomparably precious jewelry.

And the fate of the untouchables is also fixed.From the day they were born, it was impossible for them to get close to this imperial city, let alone have any chance to stand up and call the shots.

The people here don't need to study, because the royal family wants them to be as stupid as possible, and it is best to only need a little food to make them grateful.

In Rakshasa, if a businessman is rich enough, he can buy himself a noble status, or take the opportunity of selling goods to go to Dazhou.

His father is such a person, and his mother is also a daughter of Da Zhou, so he used to live in Da Zhou before he was ten years old.

Regarding his appearance which is different from that of ordinary Rakshasa people, Nuo Xiang explained in this way.

"Master Nuoxiang, do you like Da Zhou?" Han Mochu and Nuoxiang sat opposite each other in the carriage. The temperature in the carriage was moderate and no one disturbed them.

"I can't say I like it, and I can't say I don't like it, because I'm a Rakshasa." Nuo Xiang gently gathered the straight white robe on his body, with six or seven good-looking gemstone rings on his ten fingers, Nuo Xiang always liked to bounce his fingers on these rings when he was talking, as if he was playing a piano: "Living in the land of Rakshasa and eating the rice produced here, I naturally like it here."

"As far as I know, many Raksha people hope to become Da Zhou people. Isn't that why your father went to Da Zhou?"

"Master Taifu, do you like Rakshasa?" Nuo Xiang didn't answer, but asked Han Mochu back.

"I don't like it." Han Mochu spread his hands very frankly: "The monarch of a country treats the people of his country like livestock and wild animals. Such a country is not worth yearning for. What's more, he has conflicts with the Great Zhou for generations."

"Your Majesty Tai Tuo and I belong to two countries. If you say some things to me, Master Tai Tuo, won't you be afraid of causing unrest in diplomatic relations?" Nuo said with a smile, his red beard raised along with the smiling muscles on his face. , seems even more unnatural.

"Don't be afraid." Han Mochu sat upright and approached Nuo Xiang's direction a little bit, his brows flying into his temples like a sword raised upwards: "I don't know why, but I feel that I am very close to Mr. Nuo Xiang, and I firmly believe that Lord Nuoxiang will never betray this official."

Nuo Xiang's fingers bouncing on the ring surface followed by a pause, and he looked at each other as much as possible: "This is the first time I have met the Taifu, and we Raksha people never talk about fate."

After the conversation in the carriage ended in a hurry, the carriage finally passed through the cold and noisy city and arrived in front of Raksha's palace.

The suspension bridge on the city gate landed smoothly with the creaking sound of heavy solid wood and iron chains rubbing against each other. The iron guards wrapped in copper and iron in the Raksha Kingdom walked in uniform steps, carrying a whole piece of gorilla felt. The made soft blanket was spread all the way.

When the soft blanket stretched like a scroll to the end, the iron guards also turned around in unison, shouting loudly: "Welcome! Country! Envoy!"

Under the guidance of Nuo Xiang, Han Mochu stepped down the steps of the carriage, and stepped onto the soft red carpet under the protection of the iron guards.As the envoy of a powerful neighboring country, even if he has a golden award and a purple ribbon, he is not worthy of such a salute as if he was welcoming a king.

Judging from these ceremonial guards that are far beyond courtesy, it can be inferred that the Raksha Kingdom did not really want to go head-to-head with Da Zhou, but just saw the enthusiasm for the copper mine and wanted to get a share of it.

The reason why Han Mochu is afraid of Raksha is because the location of Raksha is more dangerous than that of Nanzhao, and the weather is too harsh in winter, and almost half of the soldiers in Raksha are as powerful as bears and tigers. .

Once the two sides go to war, it is bound to be a wasteful and vicious battle.

The reason why Han Mochu chose to come in person was to be able to reach a consensus on long-term peace and stability with Rakshasa on the basis of diplomatic relations this time.

Walking through the red carpet made of orangutan velvet, Han Mochu, accompanied by the high priest Nuoxiang, stepped into the main hall of the Raksha Kingdom's palace.

This palace is not comparable to the Hanyuan Hall of the Great Zhou Dynasty. There is hardly a decent hall column in the whole palace. The walls are made of huge stones, and more than a dozen of Layers of candlesticks are used for lighting, lighting up the entire palace.

Queen Anjielin sat on a throne on top of a tower, her long golden hair was meticulously coiled behind her head, and she wore a six-sided crown. The gemstones on the crown were also carved into hexagons, and the cut surface was like a bronze mirror. generally.He was dressed in a dark red velvet robe, with mink tail fluff embroidered on the sleeves, and he held a golden ball scepter in his hand, exuding obsession with the power in his hand.

The Raksha Queen was over forty years old. It is said that she was the only daughter of a grand duke in the Raksha Kingdom. She married the 12-year-old Raksha King when she was 31 years old.

Keep the vacancy alone eight!Nine years later, with the help of her elder brother, she finally seized the throne that belonged to her husband, and the first thing she did after assuming the throne was to charge her important mother's family with an unprecedented attack on the charge of treason. Great cleaning.

Since then, the entire Rakshasa regime has been firmly in her hands.

Under the pagoda-like throne stood the princes and aristocrats of the Raksha Kingdom one by one. These nobles all wore silk and feather satin with colorful patterns and bright patterns.

These designs and colors were outdated two or three years ago in the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but after arriving here through the post road, they became the fashionable favorites that princes and nobles would only wear on important occasions.

Under the recommendation of the high priest Nuoxiang, Han Mochu handed over to the queen the letter of entry written by the Emperor Gu Xiu of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and bowed deeply to the queen who is high above him: "The envoy of the Great Zhou Kingdom, Han Mochu, has met Her Majesty the Queen. .”

Queen An's pale green eyes focused on this man in purple robe and silver crown, and summoned the attendants around him to whisper a few words.

After hearing the whisper, the attendant took two steps forward from the high platform: "Her Majesty the Queen allows Her Majesty Han to skip saluting and raise her head."

Han Mochu stood up as he said, and lowered his eyelids at the same time when he raised his face. He knew that no matter which country it was, it was extremely rude to meet the local monarch's eyes.

Sitting high on the throne, Queen An's eyes blinked twice as if they were stimulated by some foreign object, and the expression on her face changed accordingly.

She once again summoned the attendant to whisper to her, and the attendant nodded and once again stood in front of the people as a mouthpiece: "Her Majesty said that Taifu Han has worked hard all the way, and the banquet is ready, please enjoy it with Taifu Han."

The palace banquet of Raksha Kingdom is not so much a banquet as it is a somewhat chaotic carnival.

The nobles who participated in the banquet lost their arrogance one after another, regardless of whether there was a foreign envoy like Han Mochu present, they poured their spirits with their heads up one after another.

All kinds of food were brought up like flowing water, and then wasted like dung.

It seems that they don't care at all that in the capital where they live, there are still poor people with bare feet who can't even eat a bite of black and coarse dry food.

In Da Zhou, even the most pampered Prince Ning Yi could understand the truth of hard-won food, but no one here could understand it.

***

The banquet at the Rakshasa Palace lasted until late at night before it gradually subsided.

Han Mochu and his entourage were still guided by Nuo Xiang, and settled down in a slightly low house on the other side of the palace.

After the whole banquet, except for the missions brought by Han Mochu who didn't drink, Nuo Xiang didn't drink either.

From start to finish, he kept himself sane.

This young man who was qualified to sit beside the queen and eat together was far from being as simple as Han Mochu seemed to think.

The room where Han Mochu stayed temporarily was very neatly arranged. Although they were all the bedding, tables and chairs used by the Raksha Kingdom, they were all arranged according to Da Zhou's habits.

There is even a pen, ink, paper and inkstone prepared on the desk, and a cup of tea soup that has been dried is placed on the left hand side of the desk.

The habit of drinking tea soup before going to bed was developed by Han Mochu in Baiming Mountain when he was seven or eight years old.

No matter what kind of tea soup is good, you have to drink one to fall asleep, otherwise your throat will always be like a fire at night

Han Mochu's favorite tea soup is not tea, but boiled with roasted pine needles and a few dried roses.

This is the first prescription Su Che wrote in his life, to treat his night terrors that would occur from time to time.

Mr. Yi Yi would cook it for him every day, and then drink it while watching him.

The pine needles are bitter, and Mr. Yi Ji will mix a little honey with him every time.

Over time, it becomes a habit.

Han Mochu, who was in a foreign land, didn't feel sleepy at all.

This seemed to be the longest time he had been separated from Gu Xiu for the first time in so many years, and it was thousands of miles away in a foreign country.

He really wasn't used to such a quiet late night without Gu Xiu pestering him behind his back.

In front of the desk, he spread out his pen and ink and prepared to invite Gu Xiushang who was far away in Bianjing to greet the booklet.

Tell him that he has safely arrived in Rakshasa and the details of the upcoming peace talks.

As he was writing, Han Mochu remembered that at today's banquet, a dish of bear meat cooked over high fire tasted pretty good.Gu Xiu has always liked to eat meat with a slightly smoky smell.

If Gu Xiu was here today, he would definitely like this dish the most.

There is also a snack made of milk that is also good, if you know how to make it, you can ask Shang Gong Wu in the palace to make it for Yu Cheng to eat.

Yucheng, the kid, likes milky snacks the most.

Of course, the report handed over to Gu Xiu could not write about the fact that he ate the bear meat, if it wanted to write, it could only write about whether Luo Sha’s bears could be used as a condition for peace talks.

After writing for a while, Han Mochu suddenly felt itchy throat, he picked up the gaiwan and took a shallow sip, a very familiar raw bittersweet burst in his mouth.

He looked down, and there were a few oily green pine needles and a few finely divided dried rose petals floating in the tureen in his hand.

Han Mochu sat motionless for a long time holding the tureen for tea.

Suddenly, a cold arrow shot through the window lattice, and the painted glass shattered. The arrow flew past the back of his head, and stuck straight into the wall not far away.

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