After raising the emperor, he always wanted to marry me

The next day of Mid-Autumn Festival, in the early morning.

Shanggong Wu's family prepared breakfast as usual, but the father and son were nowhere to be seen.

After waiting for half an hour, no one came, so Wu ordered the little maid to go and see what was going on.

Not long after, the little palace lady hurried back to answer.

The only way is that the three masters in the palace are sitting and confronting each other in Xingsheng Palace at this moment.

Xingsheng Palace is the dormitory of Prince Gu Yucheng of the Great Zhou Dynasty. It used to be a small hall called Qing'an Pavilion not far from Xuanzheng Hall. It was rebuilt when Yucheng entered the palace in the second year of Yongding.

In the courtyard of Xingsheng Palace, turf is laid everywhere for children to roll and play. There are a few chubby little pheasants and little white rabbits scattered on the grass. Fei's colorful brocade duck and a tank of red koi.

In the palace, through the bright front hall, there is a small and exquisite study room.

On one side of the four walls of the study, there are masterpieces of calligraphy and painting that the little prince Yucheng opened himself, all of which were carefully framed by the Secretary of the Inner House; on the other side of the wall are hung a dozen large and small , Exquisitely crafted kites, geese, butterflies, phoenixes, beauties and fairies, everything.

On the back of the Duobao Pavilion, there are all kinds of toys such as small wooden cars, small wooden boats, mechanism birds, etc., most of which are made by the two fathers of the little prince.

No matter how busy Gu Xiu and Han Mochu are, they still have to play with the little prince in person every day.

There is a desk under Duobao Pavilion, on which there are a few homework books and a few interesting rare volumes. The pens, inks, papers and inkstones are all custom-made by Concubine Li from the selection of stone materials. Even the pen holders are made into children's favorites. Kitten and puppy look.

Behind the desk, the little prince Gu Yucheng looked at one side of the sky with his shoulders in his arms and his lips pouted.

On the opposite side of the table, sat his two fathers, one monarch and one minister.

King Gu Xiu first took out a colorful hand puppet, put it on his hand and gestured to the little guy twice, and then put the puppet where the little guy could easily get it.

Xiaotuanzi glanced sideways at the puppet on the table, then continued to puff up his cheeks and look into the distance.

Taifu Han shook his head when he saw this, and placed a wooden horse on the table. There was a small braking mechanism on the wooden horse. As long as the pony was gently pulled, it would automatically walk on the table.

As soon as the pony moved, Xiao Yucheng's attention was really attracted, and he watched the pony stop helplessly, just about to reach out to grab it, but suddenly endured it, and continued to pout and look aside angrily: "Humph! And Yafu is the worst! Yesterday, there was such a fun place and you didn't take me there! I don't want to talk to Fuhuang and Yafu anymore."

"Cheng'er, Yafu didn't call you last night when you said you wanted to go to bed early. How can you say that Yafu and Fuhuang broke their promise?"

"Anyway, I don't care, I just don't talk to my father and my father." The unreasonable little guy hugged his shoulders angrily, and his stubborn appearance was exactly the same as that of Gu Xiu when he was a child.

Seeing this, Gu Xiu exchanged a glance with Han Mochu, and took out another pair of little monkeys.

The pair of little monkeys are made of magnets, and they can climb up by themselves by turning somersaults when they are mounted on special metal poles.

The attraction of this toy is almost too much for Yu Cheng to resist.

Xiao Yucheng wiped the saliva that was about to overflow from the corner of his mouth, but still turned his head awkwardly: "Hmph, if you take Cheng'er with you, Cheng'er can choose by himself."

The father and son came back and forth, like a bargaining transaction.

It's just that this transaction is full of the pampering and tolerance of the two fathers for the child.

When Han Mo first saw that the little guy's anger had calmed down a lot, he put on a serious face and coughed twice: "That's all, since Cheng'er doesn't want these things, I'll send them all to His Royal Highness Ning's mansion. Today Cheng'er also There is no need to go out of the palace to go to the concubine’s garden to zoom the boat with the brothers, and I will leave two homework for the little highness in a while, and the little highness can just study hard in the palace.”

"Ah! I don't want it!" Xiao Yucheng couldn't help but finally failed, and immediately stood up from behind the desk and ran between the two fathers on the opposite side, shaking a sleeve back and forth with one hand: "No, Cheng'er is going to play." I'm going to play!"

With both arms, Gu Xiu hugged the half-sized dumpling in the crook of his arms: "Okay, it's really too late to make a fuss. Grandma will come to pick up your car later. I'll see what you do."

Xiaotuanzi hugged Gu Xiu's neck triumphantly, reached out to reach the table: "Yafu, hold the monkey for me."

The corners of Han Mochu's mouth rose gently, and he cleaned up a pile of playthings piled up on the table and followed the father and son: "Your Highness is really the same as Your Majesty, the bigger you get, the more you search for it. It can be seen that there is too little homework left."

***

Soon after the Mid-Autumn Festival, the weather will be completely cold.

Fusang and Koryo sent two teams of envoys to Beijing, bringing gifts full of sincerity, trying to discuss with Dazhou about these border tax issues.

The officials in the Honglu Temple followed up and took some of the bonuses that were tacitly approved by the top, and all the colleagues in the six departments were envious and eager.

In autumn, the giant ship model and blueprint made by father and son were sent to the shipbuilder of the Linjiang Navy. In one round trip, the situation of the shipbuilding was sent back to Han Mochu who was in Bianjing in real time.

At this moment, Shang Gong Wu, who has always been strong and strong, suddenly fell ill. At first, he was just dizzy and weak, but he was still able to struggle and support. Then he just fell down and fell unconscious, which frightened all the servants in the palace. He hurriedly went to inform the emperor to summon the imperial physician.

When Gu Xiu came back from the previous court, he saw that the old nanny, who had always acted swiftly and vigorously, was pale, her eyes were closed tightly, and her breathing became weaker and weaker.

Speaking of this Shanggong Wu, she is the only old nanny in the palace who can serve the three masters in the palace at the same time, and she is also the only old nanny whom Dowager Jin can trust.

For so many years of hard work, working hard from dawn to dusk, working hard without complaint, it is enough to treat Gu Xiu as his own son and Yucheng as his own grandson.

Gu Xiu has never treated her as an ordinary servant, and he often uses honorifics in his words.

Now that she is sick, the king is naturally worried, and the palace naturally treats this matter as a serious matter.

Wherever there are intractable and miscellaneous diseases in the palace, there must be Su Changru who sees the miracle doctor.

Ever since Su Che's beard was shaved by Yu Cheng last year, he seemed to have eaten his lifeblood. In one fell swoop, he changed from an old genius doctor to a hairless little boy.

In front of Mrs. Wu's hospital bed, Su Che held his bare chin and made a serious gesture of twisting his beard. This mysterious look really made Han Mochu want to slap him twice, if he didn't expect him to give it earlier. For a diagnosis, Han Mochu had already taken this guy out.

"Who is around Aunt Wu on weekdays?" Miracle doctor Su finally asked under the expectation of everyone.

"Back to Mr. Su, it's me." A little girl next to her who was wiping her tears took a step forward and said sobbingly.

"How's Aunt Wu's diet these past few days? What should I not eat?"

"Aunt Wu has always been busy, and there is no time for meals. Most of the time, she eats with us and eats in the small kitchen of the palace. Sometimes she will make do with the leftover porridge and soup after serving the masters. Take a bite. These things were either eaten with us, or made by my aunt, so it’s okay to think about it.” The little maid raised her head and tried to remember: “By the way, there is also a box of pills, which was given by the concubine on my aunt’s birthday. Special reward for aunt to refresh her body, Aunt Wu will eat one every day before going to bed, and she really feels better the next day."

"Pills? Bring me and have a look." Su Che stretched out his hand, took the pill box that the little girl handed over to him, picked up a remaining pill, put it under his nose, sniffed it, and then sipped it I tasted it in my mouth, my eyes sank, I don't know what I was thinking.

"Mr. Su, what's wrong with this pill? If there is a problem, please let me know as soon as possible. After all, my mother and concubine are also using this pill." Looking at Su Che's blank face, Gu Xiu became more and more flustered. .

Suddenly Su Che stood up in a jerk, and suddenly leaned in front of Han Mochu and sniffed back and forth: "Han Ziran, have you smoked incense?"

"Incense?" Han Mochu raised his eyebrows and thought for a while, "Yes, it's just lighted in the inner room to soothe the nerves, what's wrong? Why are you so incoherent today?"

"Don't worry about it, find someone to bring the incense you used." Su Che's tone was beyond reproach.

Not long after, the box of fragrant medicine that the two monarchs and ministers bought back from the Mid-Autumn Festival was brought into the hands of Miracle Doctor Su. Miracle Doctor Su held the incense ball under his nose and rubbed it repeatedly in circles: "Han Ziran, tell me , What's the name of this pill? Where did you get it?"

Han Mochu replied: "This incense is called Pangqintai, and I bought it outside the palace on the Mid-Autumn Festival with Your Majesty. The seller said that it was the incense prescription used by the former imperial luthier Mr. Nanxi to serve the king. It’s over, no problem, could it be poisonous?”

"No wonder, this makes sense." Su Che said, while twisting an incense pill and pointing at the pile of incense ashes: "The ancient prescription records that the Pangqin Terrace is made of agarwood, Jiangzhen incense, dragon It is made from saliva, dipterocarp, and bletilla striata, but this incense pill is mixed with a little veratrum among these ingredients."

"Veratrum?" Han Mochu frowned in confusion: "As far as I know, this veratrum is non-toxic, even if it is swallowed by mistake, it won't be so poisonous, right?"

"Hey, Taifu Han. You also read those pharmacology books on Baiming Mountain back then. How come you can't remember them when they are ready-made? Veratrum is non-toxic, and it can be added to the incense pills to prevent mosquitoes and flies. However, the veratrum and the ginseng in the pill are opposite and counteract each other. The fragrant medicine is non-toxic, and the pill is also non-toxic. Only when the fragrant medicine and the pill collide will it hurt people's internal organs and cause people to dizzy." Su Che explained shaking his head Etiology: "So in the entire palace, only Aunt Wu fell ill due to poisoning. Fortunately, the treatment was early, otherwise, it would take another three to five years, and this person would die, and the cause of death could not even be discerned. Now Fortunately, I met me, I went back and prescribed two doses of evacuation prescriptions, and then let my apprentice and Aunt Wu come to give acupuncture and detoxification, and within ten or so days, he would be fully recovered."

In Su Che's head-shaking words, the monarch and his ministers seemed to realize at the same time a major event that had been settled for a long time.

In the 12th year of Yongxi, Prince Nanxi entered the palace to serve the late emperor.

In the 18th year of Yongxi, the first emperor began to take Jindan to maintain his body.

In the 23rd year of Yongxi, the first emperor died of an unknown disease, and had constant nightmares before his death.

If it is said that there is no connection between these two things, it may not be credible to say that it is listened to by anyone.

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