After raising the emperor, he always wanted to marry me

Because of Gu Xiu's big battle, he emptied his family fortune.

Han Mochu bluntly said that he was too angry to be so aggressive and empty the treasury.

In order to reduce the anger of King Gu Xiu, Taifu Han painstakingly stayed up for two days and two nights. With the assistance of Doctor Su, he personally drew up a recipe and handed it to Shanggong Wu.

From that day on, coptis, akebia, and gentian were added in different ways to Gu Xiu's breakfast porridge bowl.

For lunch, there are kumquats stuffed with bitter melon, fried bitter chrysanthemums with turnips, and wolfberry seedlings in oil and salt.

For dinner, I made crucian carp stewed with tea, stewed old duck with tangerine peel, and fresh lotus seeds peeled raw.

Before going to bed, I have to chew two more pills of Kushen Dan, and what I use to rinse my mouth is not water, but tea made from freshly picked lotus hearts and Kuding.

It's the beginning of spring now, and these midsummer meals are extremely rare and out of season.

Fortunately, Gu Xiu was born strong, and he practiced martial arts all year round, otherwise he would have hurt his stomach and damaged his internal organs with this daily dose.

Today's dinner table.

The little prince Yucheng who didn't know the truth curiously took a chopstick of the green bitter gourd on Gu Xiu's plate, and vomited out after taking a bite: "Huh! What is this? Father, you eat these every day, isn't it bitter? "

Without changing his face, Gu Xiu picked up a piece of bitter gourd and put it on the snow-white rice, and gave it away in one bite, and replied flatly, "It's not bitter."

"Cheng'er, look, your father is not bitter at all." Han Mochu smiled and picked up a chopsticks of fresh and delicious roasted mutton for Xiao Yucheng: "Cheng'er eat more, your father eats that is enough .”

"Oh." Xiao Yucheng nodded obediently, and took a mouthful of food: "Father Huang Yafu, did you quarrel?"

"Huh? Why did Emperor Father and Yafu ever quarrel?" Han Mochu glanced at Gu Xiu who was still chewing bitter melon: "Your Majesty, did I quarrel with you?"

"Never." Gu Xiu swallowed the bitter gourd in his mouth expressionlessly: "You are young, don't think wildly."

"Then why doesn't Ya father serve food or meat for father?" The naughty Xiao Yucheng held his chopsticks and looked up at the two monarchs and ministers beside him: "Cheng'er is not a three-year-old child, he is six years old. I also saw it when uncle and aunt quarreled, just like father and aunt!"

"Little ghost, your father doesn't eat meat because he follows the doctor's order, but it's not that Yafu doesn't let him eat." Han Mochu raised his chopsticks and Gu Xiu kindly sandwiched a piece of mutton: "Your Majesty, I've been vegetarian for so many days, why don't you eat some meat?" , it’s probably okay.”

Gu Xiu glanced at the mutton on the plate that was emitting a slight smell of pot, thought for a while, then picked up another piece of bitter gourd and spread it on the rice: "I don't want to eat meat."

"Cheng'er, look, Yafu didn't coax you, right? It's really your father who doesn't want to eat meat."

"Oh, so that's how it is." Xiao Yu's heart dropped a stone, and he ate the mutton plate in front of him with peace of mind, wiped the oil on his mouth and saluted the two fathers: "Father The emperor, Yafu, and son-in-law have retired."

After Yu Cheng left.

At the dining table, Gu Xiu cleared his throat as if he wanted to say something to Han Mochu but didn't know how to say it.

Han Mochu didn't say a word, but put all the bitter gourd left on Gu Xiu's plate into his own bowl, and put it into his mouth with a cup of tea on the table that was so bitter that his tongue was numb.

"Zi Ran, what are you eating these for?" Gu Xiu stretched out his hand to cover the porcelain bowl in Han Mochu's hand: "You don't need to set fire, so why ask for trouble?"

"I want Your Majesty to eat bitter melon, so that Your Majesty can remember that being an emperor can never be impulsive." Han Mochu picked up a piece of exquisite melon with a smile on his face, and then said again: "Your Majesty has always been calm, why do you prefer to eat bitter melon?" Is it always like this when it comes to ministers? If things go on like this, everyone will know that ministers are His Majesty's weakness. King Qi likes purple clothes, and King Chu likes thin waists. It is taboo for kings to let people know what they like and dislike. Your Majesty has been on the throne for several years. Don’t you even understand the point of this?”

Seeing Han Mo chewing the bitter gourd, Gu Xiu's expression seemed to be more uncomfortable than when he ate the bitter gourd: "Zi Ran, don't eat it, I know it's wrong?"

"Your Majesty and the subject are one, and your Majesty's faults are also the subject's fault. Naturally, the subject will share the joys and sorrows with Your Majesty." Han Mochu gently wiped the corners of his mouth, bent his eyes and said, "From now on, if Your Majesty makes mistakes, I will eat bitter melon with Your Majesty if you don't move the ruler." If Your Majesty is willing, just make mistakes."

"You know I can't bear it. I'm neither the king of Chu nor the king of Qi. I just want to put Ziran on the top of my heart and protect me behind me." Gu Xiu leaned over and hugged Han Mochu's shoulders: "Ziran is not in purple clothes. Ran is Zi Ran who is unparalleled in the world. I will make myself and Da Zhou stronger, so that people in the world will not dare to touch you even if they know that Zi Ran is my weakness."

"Okay, stop talking, Your Majesty." Han Mochu raised the corners of his lips, and when he rolled his eyes, he didn't know what story he thought of: "Tonight, I have something to entrust to Your Majesty. If His Majesty finishes it, you don't have to suffer anymore. .”

"really?"

"really."

The errand that Han Mochu entrusted to Gu Xiu was even more difficult than the hardship of Shendan.

After dinner, Yuan Bao, the head of internal supervision, brought two large wooden boxes to the warm pavilion with several people.

Countless square wooden signs were piled up scattered in the wooden box. The signs were made in a hurry, and the smell of lacquer on the logs had not dissipated, making people's throats itchy.

The task that Han Mochu entrusted to Gu Xiu was to copy the word "hero" on these signs before tomorrow morning.

He first found an old handkerchief for Gu Xiu to cover his mouth and nose, then brought the pen and inkstone to Gu Xiu's side, and sat on his knees to roll up his sleeve robe to give Gu Xiu inkstone.

Copying the wooden sign seems simple, but it is actually a test of patience.

Even a person like Gu Xiu who is calm by nature and doesn't make much publicity will inevitably become impetuous.

At first, Gu Xiu was able to stroke a stroke.

As he was writing, he almost didn't even know the word "hero".

The handwriting also became scribbled.

After finally copying a box, Gu Xiu raised his hand, rubbed his sore eyes, moved his sore wrist, and couldn't help but ask, "Zi Ran, what are these brands used for?"

"Of course it's for silver." Han Mochu speeded up the grinding: "Otherwise, why should I be so tired, Your Majesty?"

"Silver? My handwriting is not as valuable as Mr. Yi'an's." Gu Xiu's words were filled with brooding over the pawning of a fan in Linhai County, Taizhou a few days ago.

"It's just a little joke, does your Majesty remember it for so long?" Han Mochu slightly raised his brows, "Okay, if Your Majesty is tired, I will exchange it with my minister. Your Majesty's inkstone, I will write."

"It's okay." Gu Xiu drank the strong tea in his hand, cheered up: "Why do you have to suffer with such an errand?"

***

Turn around.

It's a cloudless, sunny day.

The ice and snow have melted, and the spring is full of joy. The willow branches on the outskirts of Bianjing are all sprouting, and the people in the middle of the capital are going out for a trip. There is a vibrant and good scene everywhere.

When the civil and military officials of the Manchu dynasty came to the palace, those high-spirited courtiers didn't know what they were about to experience today.

The emperor in the Xuanzheng Palace had never been in court, and Tai Fu Han Mochu was wearing a first-grade purple gold court dress and stood on the side of the dragon case. On the large dragon book case, there was a half-person-high wooden sign mountain. There is a faint smell of wood lacquer permeating the main hall.

When everyone hadn't broken through the situation, Taifu Han went straight to the point.

"My lords, your majesty worked hard all night yesterday, so you can't attend the court meeting today. I have to ask my lords to tell you a word. At present, the treasury is empty and the current situation is difficult. You are all important ministers of my Great Zhou, and you are all dedicated to serving your family and country. If you don’t give up, please take out the idle silver at home and overcome the difficulties together with Your Majesty. Your Majesty would like to pay tribute to these hero cards made by himself, so as to honor the achievements of all of you.”

As soon as Han Mochu finished speaking, the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty exploded.

Among this group of people, there are those who sincerely want to devote all their wealth to the imperial court, those who are unable to keep up with their usual diligence and thrift, and there are still a group of people who are thinking about how to spend nothing.

Han Mochu stood quietly by the side, watching all kinds of faces in the hall calmly, and after about a stick of incense, Han Mochu waved his hand and called Yuan Bao, the head of internal supervision behind him, holding a rather thick blank book The booklet went to the ministers.

"If you adults have discussed it, then you can write your name and fill in the number in this collection of sages, no more or no less, just let your own mind."

Yuan Bao first walked up to the dukes of the Yunmeng family. Yunjue and Meng Shao looked at each other and ticked 1 taels on the booklet.

After passing it on, everyone followed suit.

After about half an hour, the blank booklet was almost filled.

Han Mochu took the brochure and began to flip through it page by page.

When turning to one of the pages, Han Mochu suddenly stopped: "Master Cao, Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry, donated 900 taels of silver, isn't it a little less?"

"Han Taifu, what the Xiaguan wrote is the salary of Xiaguan for more than half a year." Cao Zhong, who was named, was stunned for a moment, then raised his sleeves and pretended to wipe away his tears: "The sons and nephews of Xiaguan's family are not up to date, and the family has a year's salary." It all depends on the salary of the lower official."

"Oh? How come I don't know Mr. Cao's family is so poor?" Han Mochu thoughtfully took out a yellowed old booklet from his sleeve robe and flipped to a certain page: "This is the book that His Majesty hired back then. The gift list for marrying Princess Qingzhao clearly stated that Cao Zhong, Minister of the Ministry of Industry, gave a lotus and colorful jade Guanyin statue as a gift. The market price was 8000 taels back then. Your annual salary is only 500 taels. How did you buy this Guanyin statue? down?"

"This... this is from the family of the lower officials... it's from the family." Cao Zhong closed his eyes guilty, he really couldn't open his eyes and talk nonsense anymore.

"So it's a family tradition?" Han Mochu nodded thoughtfully: "I never imagined that Mr. Cao's family is really so poor, why don't you ask the governor's mansion to come to Mr. Cao's house and see if there are still people in your family?" How many family heirlooms can be sold, how about I help you?"

"Taifu Han, you don't have to say it!" Cao Zhong immediately changed his words when he heard the words: "I just need to add another 5 taels of silver!"

"Looking at it this way, Mr. Wu, Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs, your 1000 taels is a bit short. Back then you gave Princess Qingzhao 2 pieces of golden silk and colorful clothes, worth [-] taels." Han Mochu held the gift list in his hand He squinted his eyes and said, "Tsk tsk tsk, could it be that these colorful clothes of yours are also inherited from your ancestors? Even if they are inherited from your ancestors, why can they still be made into the size that Princess Qingzhao wears?"

"Taifu Han, this... this..." Wu Yousi, Minister of the Household Department, tried to tell the difference, but he didn't know where to tell the difference, so he could only lower his head with a blushing face, "Let's add another 5 taels, too."

Han Mochu nodded in satisfaction to the people, and then compared the numbers filled in by everyone in Jixianlu, and compared the wedding gift list of Princess Qingzhao back then, and read out one by one.

You said that you have never been greedy for money, have never confiscated private gifts, and are a pure and innocent person, so how can you afford such a precious gift?

Just when everyone was gloomy, Shang Qi suddenly realized what was going on under the door, and openly asked: "Teacher Han, didn't you also give Princess Qingzhao a hibiscus jade incense burner back then! Can't afford this incense burner!"

Back then, if they hadn't watched Yipin's chief assistant Han Mochu add such a heavy gift to the princess's dowry list, they wouldn't have followed suit and thrown money into the gift list?

Han Mochu raised the corners of his mouth lightly: "I have always been poor, and the censer was a reward from His Majesty in the early years, and it was just such a handy thing. It can be regarded as doing my best for His Majesty. My lords, what else do you want?" Asked?"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, speechless, and could only honestly fill in a string of life-saving numbers on the collection of virtuous records, and took back a pair of "hero cards" in desperation to finish the calculation.

Who would have thought that a wedding seven or eight years ago could be related to today's court?

The material of the hero brand is the cheapest mahogany, and because of the tight schedule, the burrs have never been polished.The tassels hanging below are all tangled together, and the handwriting on them has been rushed out, some of which have not even dried in the shade.The courtiers who won the hero card did not dare to neglect, so they could only enshrine this rough rotten wooden card with a glass cover, and reflect on why they were so stupid in the first place, and sharpen their heads to give others a chance.

While everyone regretted it, they also had to admire it.

Han Mochu, the chief assistant who is as pure as a jade, can actually do the house raiding in such a fresh and refined way.

It didn't tear their faces, and they paid the money, and they could make all of them feel grateful to Gu Xiu from now on.

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