After raising the emperor, he always wanted to marry me

early morning.

Han Mochu, who had slept lightly all night, was awakened from his sleep by a frightening whipping sound.

The movement of his turning over was slightly larger, and the bell hanging on the bed curtain rang immediately.

The sound of the copper bell is crisp and clear, which is especially pleasant in the quiet morning.

Han Mochu opened his eyes and propped himself up on the cushion beside the bed, and just sat up when the door was pushed open, and several male slaves from the Raksha Kingdom came in one after another, carrying a silver basin full of clean water and a series of necessities for washing. Kneeling around Han Mochu's big bed with lowered eyes expressionlessly.

Last night, a cold arrow almost shot through the back of Han Mochu's head, and the sound of the glass window shattering quickly attracted the armored guards outside the door, as well as the high priest Nuoxiang who came to hear the news.

When everyone arrived, the archery murderer had already disappeared into the night.

Nuoxiang sent his cronies to inform Queen Angeline of the bad incident.

Then Han Mochu's foothold was changed to this spacious and gorgeous bedroom.

Nuo Xiang introduced that this place was once used by the queen when she married her husband.

Her Majesty the Queen moved Taifu Han's residence here to express her apology.

As for the bells hanging on the bed curtain, Nuo Xiang also explained.

He said: In order to maintain self-discipline, the nobles born in Rakshasa hung bells on the bed curtains, and they had to get up when the bell rang, so as to ensure that they would not stay in bed because of laziness.

Of course, there are not a few nobles who are annoyed to kill because of the ringing of the bell.

Along with these male slaves, there were two servants brought by Han Mochu from Da Zhou.

"Taifu Han, the servants will help you to wash up." The two servants rolled up their sleeves and cleaned each other for soft towels, preparing to help Han Mochu wipe his face.

"No, just leave your things like in the palace and leave." Han Mochu sat on the edge of the soft bed unique to the Raksha Kingdom, and repeated what he said just now in Raksha language.

Both he and Gu Xiu were born in a desolate place far away from the imperial city, even if they took the supreme position, they would not want to enjoy such meticulous service all the time, let alone he is still in a foreign country at the moment.

The male slaves of Rakshasa heard Han Mochu's order, and they didn't quite believe their ears. They were born slaves and they didn't understand how a noble envoy from a foreign country could wash himself?

Today is the first day of the formal opening of peace talks.

Changing clothes, washing up, combing hair, wearing a crown, Han Mochu tidied himself up quite neatly, and casually used a bit of Rakshasa's local black flour bread with a salty and sour taste for breakfast.

Although this kind of breakfast in the Raksha Kingdom is somewhat difficult to swallow, it is surprisingly satisfying.While eating, Han Mochu thought, if this product can be introduced into Dazhou, and distributed to the victims in famine years, it will probably save many lives.

Han Mochu had just had his breakfast when the familiar voice of the servant came from outside the door.

"Taifu Han, Lord Nuoxiang, please go over to greet Her Majesty the Queen together."

Han Mochu responded in a low voice, pushed the door open and walked out of the house. Two guards from the left and right in front of the door immediately put black and gold leopard pythons on his shoulders.

Under the leadership of four armored soldiers, Han Mochu and his group passed through the dark corridor in the Raksha Palace and went outside.

Walking outside, under the bright sunshine, the first thing Han Mochu saw was a more or less brutal corporal punishment.

In a world of ice and snow, there are two huge wheels standing on the open space in front of the palace gate.Two rakshasa men on the wheels were tied into a big character, and behind them were two rakshasa men who were taller than bears and tigers, brandishing long snake-like whips, whipping the tortured people like bad horses. General wail.

A burst of blood mist from whipping dispersed, and two buckets of salt water splashed to drenched the heads of the two bruised men. Finally, they tied their hands roughly and hung them on the hanging pole beside them.

Before the two of them, there were already five or six bloody and frosty sticks hanging on the heavy wooden poles. They struggled desperately like frozen fish fished out of a frozen lake, but they couldn’t escape being frozen in the end. fate.

Right behind the wheel, there stood a male slave shivering in single clothes, ready to be punished.

As soon as this pair was untied, the other pair was immediately tied up again, repeating the same process as before.

Han Mochu passed through the middle of the execution ground, and ran into the high priest Nuo Xiang who was walking towards him from the other side of the palace.

The Rakshasa in the early morning was so cold that it was not human at all. Nuo Xiang changed into snow-white fox fur, covering his whole body with only a pair of eyes left.If it weren't for the white air that this person exhaled as soon as he opened his mouth, it would be hard to imagine where this person breathed from.

"Taifu Han, did you sleep well last night?"

"Fortunately, Master Tuo Nuo, I slept very well." Han Mochu glanced in the direction of the execution ground, and said truthfully, "But I was awakened by the movement in this open space."

"Because of the cold arrow that almost hurt you last night, the queen was very angry. These people are male slaves and guards originally assigned to you. They did not guarantee your safety, so they must be punished." Nuo Xiang paused and said: " What Her Majesty meant was that each person would be given fifteen lashes, and then hung on the pole for another day. If they survived, then the incident would be considered over. If they did not survive, they could only blame themselves. "

"Yesterday's cold arrow is actually not on my mind, I just don't understand, as an envoy of a foreign country, why should I suffer such a disaster when I first arrived in your country yesterday?" After yesterday's tea soup, Han Mochu was walking with Nuoxiang Sometimes, intentionally or unintentionally, he will take a step backwards.

"What happened yesterday is not a sudden disaster." Nuo Xiang turned his head and pulled Han Mochu to a shoulder-to-shoulder position with him: "Teacher Han didn't know something, and this Rakshasa's court was not simple. The previous king's younger brother Ming Lian The duke is also living in this palace. Maybe he wants to cause Da Zhou to attack Rakshasa by hurting you, so as to seize power. Or maybe the person who came yesterday was Her Majesty the Queen who wanted to test you on purpose. No. Judging from how Her Majesty the Queen dealt with these people early this morning, I am more inclined to the latter."

Because of his childhood relationship, Han Mochu has always had a hard time empathizing with the aliens who are not of the same clan as Da Zhou, and he doesn't feel that these innocent people died for him.

The only thing he could feel was the cruelty of this Rakshasa queen.

A person who puts cruelty and viciousness on the surface is often nothing to fear.

"Thank you, Mr. Nuoxiang, for speaking out." Han Mochu nodded with a smile, "I have one more thing I've been wanting to ask you for."

"Huh? Is there anything Taifu Han wants to ask? You don't have to be so polite."

"Since Mr. Nuoxiang lived in my Dazhou territory before the age of ten, I wonder where you settled with your parents at that time?"

"My father is a businessman, so naturally he went everywhere. I never had a fixed residence when I was young, and I always moved to other places in three or four months."

"Master Nuoxiang is indeed well-informed, but I don't know if you have heard of Mr. Yi Yi in Dazhou when you were walking in Dazhou in the early years." Han Mochu stared at the half face hidden under Nuoxiang's fox fur, and held back his eyes. God asked.

"I don't know, I've never heard of it." Nuo Xiang blurted out, and answered without hesitation: "Yi? You Da Zhou still have such a strange surname? Never heard of it, really never. Who is he?"

"He was my mentor, but he passed away five years ago." Han Mochu showed a sad expression, and shook his head with great regret: "When he passed away, my servant was not by his side. There are many things that I have never said to him. Now that I think about it, it’s really a lifelong regret.”

"People cannot be resurrected after death, Taifu Han should mourn as soon as possible. If your benefactor knows that you are so sad for him, he will feel very uncomfortable." Nuo Xiang's words sounded businesslike, without any flaws.

"Mr. lives unrestrained and unrestrained, and it is not something we can understand. I just feel that it is a pity, and there are still many things that I have not had time to ask him. Just like today, I will go to your country alone to conduct peace talks on Tongshan. , and Raksha is the only country that owns mines in the small countries around Dazhou? After the conflict between Rakshasa and Dazhou is settled down, I will go to other countries immediately to fight for a few more mines for our country. It’s just that I don’t know how to do it to save manpower and money.”

"You have a book called Wan Guozhi in Dazhou. It records that there is a country called Mixu [-] miles to the southwest of Dazhou, which is rich in rice. Although the rice does not suit the taste of Dazhou people, it is better than The price is extremely low, even after excluding the operating costs, it is still [-]% to [-]% lower than the price of self-produced rice in Dazhou. Taifu Han can buy these cheap rice from Mixu and send them to these famine-rich and mineral-rich regions. Go to a small country. Use rice as a reward and hire local people who have no money to feed their hunger to mine for Dazhou. If the process goes well, Dazhou will have inexhaustible mineral deposits from now on. However, Taifu Han also To do this, after the mines are exhausted, the people there must still be treated kindly.”

"Wan Guozhi? I have never seen that book before." Han Mochu lightly frowned, his tone somewhat surprised.

"I haven't seen it? Impossible, I knew it a few years ago..." Nuo Xiang suddenly noticed something, and quickly changed the topic: "I have seen it in your Dazhou territory a few years ago, Taifu Han should look for more Let me find it for you."

"Thank you, Mr. Nuoxiang, for your guidance. When I return home next time, I will go to Mixu country to buy rice according to what Mr. Nuoxiang said." The corners of Han Mochu's mouth curved into an extremely perfect arc: "However, Mr. Nuoxiang, as a member of the Raksha State University Priest, why are you willing to teach me these things? Aren't you afraid that the mighty Great Zhou will endanger Rakshasa?"

"I felt that I fell in love with Taifu Han, so I unconsciously said a few words to Taifu Han. I was the one who was abrupt. Please don't take offense to Taifu Han."

"Master Nuoxiang, you said that you are a Rakshasa, and Rakshasa never talk about fate."

The calm smile on High Priest Nuo Xiang's face was finally disturbed by Han Mochu's aggressive words.

He turned his head and hooked the corner of his mouth, and said a sentence in Rakshasa language in a very low voice.

Although the words are unpopular, Han Mochu still got a rough idea.

There is no corresponding translation for the whole word in Dazhou Mandarin.

If you have to translate it, it can be translated as: God damn little bastard.

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感谢在2021-08-2100:17:48~2021-08-2117:07:02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 mines: don’t need 1 sesame paste;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of demon, pure white, emperor soap;

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