After raising the emperor, he always wanted to marry me

Rakshasa Palace, among the most comfortable sleeping quarters.

The man with a pale face and clenched teeth was lying soundly asleep on the big soft bed.

The high priest, Nuo Xiang, was dug out of the quilt to see a doctor for Han Mochu.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw the Raksha Queen Anjielin standing beside the man's bed wearing a nightgown and hugging her shoulders.

Nuo Xiang rolled up his sleeves and touched Han Mochu's wrist. He squinted his eyes and thought for a moment, then took out a silver needle from his sheepskin pouch and stuck it directly on the unconscious man's tiger's mouth. The skin was broken, and blood beads surged instantly, but the man still didn't respond.

Nuo Xiang, who received the silver needle, shook his head feigning embarrassment: "Your Majesty, this person should have a heart disease, and the crux of the problem was triggered under the shock and joy. He needs to rest for at least ten and a half months, and he can't be stimulated any more."

After reaching such a conclusion, Queen An's face was very ugly. She gathered up the nightgown she was wearing, and said helplessly: "Please ask the high priest to take care of him and try to restore him to health as soon as possible."

"Yes, I will naturally do my best." After sending off Queen An, Nuo Xiang sat on the wooden bench next to the bed by himself, tearing off the red hair on the top of his head and the beard at the corner of his mouth while talking. Going down: "Baby boy, don't you just want a copper mountain? What are you doing all the way here? I left you so much gold and it's not enough for you to toss about? You really have to go, why don't you just take Did you break your ribs? Don’t your hands hurt? Still pretending to be asleep?”

"It hurts." The man on the bed whose eyes were closed for a moment had already sat up with his shoulders propped up, and smiled meekly and docilely: "I'm afraid my husband doesn't want to recognize me."

"You're quite understanding? Why didn't you think about who I was when you chopped off someone's head in front of so many people just now? Why didn't you think about who I was when you punched your own heart? Could it be that you I didn't teach you anything, I just taught you how to die?!" Yi Wei removed his beard and hair all over his face, revealing his original handsome and bright appearance, that face was the same as that of Han Mochu in Yin Jiangli's flower hall in Jingzhao Mansion The portraits I saw were exactly the same, they were all clean, as precious as jade: "I sucked the blood from the tiger's mouth, and you are still waiting for me to help you?"

"Sir, why don't you grow old?" Han Mochu put his mouth in his mouth, curiously approached the cold-faced Mr. Yi Wei and said lightly, "It seems that you are younger than me."

"Just treat me as an old god who took the elixir of longevity." Mr. Yi Yi poked his finger on the forehead of Han Mochu who came closer.

"Sir, you lied to me. You said that there have never been any gods in this world, let alone any elixir." Han Mochu held his forehead and still didn't want to back away: "Sir, is there still something hidden under this face of yours?" face."

"No!" Mr. Yi Wei raised his hand to push aside Han Mo Chuhui who was almost pressing his face to him, and blurted out: "I used to be afraid that you and Chang Ru would know that I was a fairy pestering me to do tricks, so I said that .”

"Oh...so that's the case." Han Mochu nodded half-believingly: "Then sir, can you do tricks? I want a rabbit, live."

"Han Ziran, if you say one more thing, believe it or not, I will really beat you?" Mr. Yi Yi gave Han Mochu a fierce look: "Do you still know what situation you are in now? Can you seriously think about how to get rid of Queen Rakshasa?" Get out of here? Only live rabbits! Where are you going to put them?!"

"Mr.'s birthday stick has been buried in Da Zhou's coffin with Mr.'s substitute. There is no way for Mr. to beat me up right now, so why not write it down first, and settle the score together in the future." Han Mochu pulled up. She took off the soft goose feather quilt, slid into the warm quilt and found a quite comfortable position: "Why should I worry about my situation? Mr. You will worry about me for me."

"Well, you little bastard! The bigger you get, the less popular you are!" Mr. Yi Wei was so angry that his face turned blue from the lazy words, and he ran around the room trying to find a deterrent, but not too much It really hurts people. After turning around for a long time, I finally chose to roll a thick paper tube and hold it in my hand: "Put your hand out!"

"Sir." Han Mochu squinted his eyes and leaned on his arm and called softly: "Is it because Ziran made a mistake, so you must leave?"

"When did I say you did something wrong?! What stupid things did you say, kid?!" Mr. Yi Wei's burning anger instantly dropped to freezing point, and he sat back on the side of the bed again, stretching out his hand to caress Han Mochu's soft long hair: "Zi Ran will always be the most obedient child of my husband. It's my husband's fault, so I should explain it to you before leaving. You have to remember that it's not that my husband doesn't want you, but he just can't be by your side. Don't you think so much, you know?"

"It's like he has a sweetheart, a little girl who likes to study medicine as much as he does. I plan to help him after I go back, so that he can get married early." Han Mochu closed his eyes with peace of mind, and slowly told about Mr. Yi Wei's departure. The big things that happened in the past five years: "Yunchi and I have had a good time these few years, and he treats me very well. Although he is a few years younger than me, he is willing to let me do everything. He is so For many years, he has not become suspicious and sensitive as Mr. once said. He loves power and kills life. Also, his relatives also know about our affairs. They treat me the same as they treat him. They never use The secular world puts pressure on us. Also, the child raised by the two of us will be seven years old after the new year and can practice martial arts. He has always wanted to learn how to draw a bow and archery. He is very close to me, more than my peers. His father still wants to get close. Um... and... Zi Ran hasn't had a nightmare for a long time, so you don't have to worry about it anymore, sir."

Han Mochu talked a lot with his eyes closed, like a three or four-year-old child who is in the talking stage.Mr. Yi Yi kept his palm on his forehead and responded gently.

He didn't ask a single question about firearms, minerals, trade, etc. that he had planned for a long time in the Great Zhou.

After talking about it for a long time, it was still some trivial matters.

Mr. Yi Yi listened with his chin propped up, and responded to everything seriously.

I remember that many years ago, he took over the four-year-old Han Mochu from a retainer of the Yun family on the border of Gyeonggi.

At that time, Han Mochu was thin and small, and his whole body was covered in injuries from someone who had tortured him.The four-year-old child looks only two or three years old. When leaning against his arms, his big eyes are always smiling, and he doesn't cry or make trouble.Through those big, weak and innocent eyes, Yi Wei could actually see what was on his mind.

The thoughts of a four-year-old child.

Han Mochu is an extremely smart child, he can learn everything with just one click.

Yi Wei knows that it is difficult for a child who is too precocious to enjoy the childhood that a normal child should have, especially Han Mochu who has suffered so much.

So he would stay with the child every night, lead him to talk to himself, and he would show interest in whatever he said.

Finally, one day, the child danced and told him the story of his biological mother being bitten to death by the Xirong barbarians in front of him. At the end, the child hugged his neck, broke down and cried.

After that day, Han Mochu, who never cried or made noises, finally learned to be mischievous.

"I ordered to build a lot of canals for the waterways in Guangling. If you get bored in the future, sir, you can go for a walk." After talking for a long time, Han Mochu finally cleared his throat and changed his posture: "Sir, there is something I have been thinking about for a long time." I haven't told you for many years, and today I want to make it clear with you."

"What's the matter?" Yi Ji's response became more gentle.

"When you were young, the pork you roasted every year during the Chinese New Year was really unpalatable. Fortunately, you became a vegetarian later on." Han Mochu closed his eyes tightly, his eyelashes trembling because of suppressed laughter, and as expected, he was poked hard on his forehead.

"God damn you bastard, I've been hurting you for nothing in my life!"

***

Turning the other day, Mr. Yi Yi stuck his red beard back.He brought the tokens of Han Mochu to the accompanying envoys, interpreters, and servants from Da Zhou.

Tell them to be calm and not to be impatient, his safety is not a serious problem, everything can be done according to the instructions, there is no need to confront him head-on with the Rakshasa court.

As the high priest, he unified the caliber of all the medical officers who came to see Han Mochu.

The conclusion that the Raksha Queen got from everyone was: this person has a heart attack, and at least needs to cultivate the half-moon state, so as to be able to reconcile with the queen.

Han Mochu was also very good at pretending to be sick, his face turned pale from suffocation, his lips were red from biting, every time Queen Rakshasa came to see him, he always looked half dead.

Not to mention giving birth to a god-like offspring, it seems that this person will go directly to see the god if he is a little careless.

Queen An really wanted to find someone to take the blame, but she couldn't find a normal channel, so she could only bring a group of people here and there every day, hoping that Han Mochu would get better one day.

"Bear boy, stop pretending." After Queen Luocha left, Mr. Yi Yi lifted Han Mochu's quilt mercilessly: "Have you figured it out, why did the little emperor send someone to pick you up?"

"Naturally, the matter of getting out has already been thought about, but the husband said that I will be sick for half a month, so I have to be sick for a long time, right?" Han Mochu leaned against the head of the bed unhurriedly, looking at the person in front of him. He became Mr. Yi Yi for his peers.

"You child, why are you teasing me every day?"

"Mister told the queen that the Zhou people are the people closest to the gods, that's why Queen Rakshasa has such a soft spot for me. I also don't understand why sir would say that."

"Because...Mr. is telling the truth..." Mr. Yi Wei thought to himself, he couldn't tell this child that he deliberately made up nonsense in order to improve his status in Rakshasa and get a long-term and stable meal ticket. Bar?

"Sir, you're not lying about eating and drinking in Rakshasa Palace, are you?" Han Mochu's eyes are very poisonous, and he can always see through people at a glance.

"Sir, when have I ever done something like eating and drinking?!"

"Sir, you used to be the best at coaxing women. Do you want to come to Rakshasa because the queen of Raksha is in power?"

Mr. Yi Wei put the quilt off just now and put it back on others with a blank expression: "Forget it, forget it, you'd better lie down and recuperate."

During the half month of recuperating in bed, Han Mochu not only bickered with Mr. Yi Yi, but also seriously analyzed his current situation.

He knew that it would be easy for Mr. Yi Ji to take him away alone, but the mission he brought from Da Zhou was undoubtedly a hindrance for him.

If you want to get away, you must first find a reason to send the mission back to Dazhou, so that you will not be restrained when you act.

half a month later.

Healed up suddenly, and the red-faced Han Mochu said to Queen An: As a Dazhou native, he must explain something to his homeland.

He can stay in Rakshasa, but that copper mountain must belong to Da Zhou.

As long as the queen of Luocha writes a letter of credence about the ownership of Tongshan, give it to the diplomatic envoy of Luocha and bring it back to Dazhou together with the mission he brought.He is willing to be loyal from then on.

Before Rakshasa's envoy returns, he hopes that Queen Rakshasa can keep a distance from him first, otherwise he doesn't know when his heart attack will strike again.

Queen Rakshasa readily accepted.