After raising the emperor, he always wanted to marry me

The source of the Holy River in Lanzhu was originally the highest snow-capped mountain in Dazhou.

Lanzhu people have worshiped this river as a god for generations, and directly named it "holy river".

The ancestors of the Lanzhu people established the earliest tribe by virtue of this river, and multiplied here.

Most of the city-states established by the holy river are rich and abundant.

The rising sun sprinkles the sparkling waves on the clear water, and the holy river in the early morning always has an extraordinary beauty.

Suddenly the water rippled, and a shirtless middle-aged man emerged from the surface of the water. The clear river water washed his ripe wheat-colored skin.

On the river bank, all the slaves prostrated themselves on the ground, like livestock, with their backs on trays, on which were fine wines and fresh meat.

On the plain in the distance, a man in blue-gray iron armor and with a crossbow on his arm rushed over quickly: "General, the envoys of the Zhou people have sent a letter of war. They will fight with our army by the holy river in three days." In the decisive battle, if our army wins, they will return the previous city and withdraw from the territory of Lanzhu."

"Oh?" Hearing this, the man in the water got up and went ashore, and when he stepped on the shore, a soft wool felt blanket was draped over his body to wipe the water stains on his body: "Could it be that this group of Zhou people are crazy? After losing several games in a row, they still dare to come to the challenge? Isn't this asking for death?"

"Yes, my lord general. But here is only more than [-] miles away from the capital, and the march is only two days and nights. If the group of Zhou people are cornered, what if they divide their troops and attack the capital directly?"

"Don't worry, those Zhou people can't even send out any available generals. Who will lead the troops to capture the capital? We just need to stay here. After this rainy season, their army will not have enough food and grass, so they will naturally withdraw. Their country. When they become a rout, we will go and kill them before it is too late."

"However, I heard that the Emperor Da Zhou's army attacking Fufu will join this army in the near future, and the ships of Zhou Jun's navy have changed their defenses..."

"But what is it? I said, just stay here, we have the blessing of the God of War, and the Zhou army will definitely be defeated." Ajia interrupted the man impatiently: "Starting today, the Zhou army will send another When people come to call for war, just ignore them, just respond to them with a long-armed fire crossbow."

Ajia is the second prince of Lanzhu Kingdom, and he is a pair of twin brothers with his elder brother Thavira, but their appearances are quite different.

Ajia was burly and strong since he was a child. At the age of 16, he was able to compete with nine green bulls and won a big victory.

Their mother died of a convulsion and sudden illness shortly after giving birth to them.

The person Aga respected the most since he was a child was his elder brother Thavira, and his admiration for Thovere far surpassed that of his father.

Because his elder brother, Davira, was different from their father, who was old and believed that the gods could bring everything.

However, the twin brothers Daveluo and Aga, who were born when their father was 50 years old, did not have such a strong awe of the gods. They believed even more that true strength does not require the blessing of the gods.

Before Aga left, what she got when she prayed in the temple was not the blessing of the God of War, but a forbidden medicine from Chenla—Ponceau japonica.

Daveluo only used a little trick to cover his eyes, and grandiosely handed over this forbidden flower, which is also quite taboo in Lanzhu, to him in the temple.

The purpose of the two brothers is very pure, first use the army of the Zhou people to destroy the rebellious city-states, and then use those forbidden drugs that can control the mind and mind to make the entire king of the Zhou Dynasty become slaves of the Lanzhu people.

Those generals who were out of order before the battle were just a small prelude.

This medicine is more effective than any blessing from the gods.

When Han Mochu led the army across the river, General Ajia was watching the dancers brought from the capital dance in his white tent.

The rumbling artillery fire outside the military tent, as well as the panicked neighing of the white elephants, disrupted all the singing and dancing.

Ajia picked up the double-edged long sword in his hand and walked out of the camp. He saw that the camp was already full of flames, the outer wooden fence had been destroyed, and all the long-arm fire crossbows used for defense had been destroyed. The vanguard has rushed over.

Waking up yesterday morning, he rejected the invitation letter from the envoy of the Great Zhou, and strengthened the defense around the barracks. He never thought that these Zhou people would come so quickly.

During this period of time, he has seen a lot of appearances that the Great Zhou King Master retreated and lost one after another because the main general went crazy in front of the battle.

He never imagined that an army without a coach could have such a swift and violent offensive.

Agha, who had relaxed his guard, was obviously caught off guard. While screaming for the slave to lead the horse for him, he got on the horse's back and ordered his soldiers to quickly adjust their formation.

Wang Shi's army covered the sky and covered the earth, sweeping towards the camp like sand in the desert, and the burning fireballs kept falling like fire rain from the sky.

The White Elephant Army, which the Lanzhu Army is proud of, was blown to pieces, even the man and the elephant.

Outside the camp, Han Mochu was wearing armor like silver dragon scales, standing on the iron armored chariot used for commanding, holding high the sword named Dingbang, and shouting orders to the soldiers who were killing loudly : "Master Wang will not surrender, and anyone who encounters an enemy army will be killed if he surrenders!"

The desperate killing sounded for four days and three nights. In the early morning of the fourth day, the last elephant master in the White Elephant Army closed his eyes forever with his mount.

At noon, the officers and soldiers of Wang Shi who were in charge of extinguishing the fire and mopping up the tail found the second prince of Lanzhu, Ajia, who had been blown into two pieces and was still holding a long sword in a pile of corpses, and brought him to Han Mochu.

"Taifu Han, what should we do with the body of the enemy general? Do we need to send someone to send a letter to King Lanzhu?"

Sitting on the chariot with his eyes closed, Han Mochu glanced at the charred lower body body, and said in a low voice, "Master Wang and Lan Zhu don't have any intention of making peace, and I don't intend to leave room for this battle. .Besides, he died so horribly, his father and brother will definitely harbor hatred towards me, Da Zhou, and he will not be a friendly neighbor in the future. So, just like others, bury him on the spot.”

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Gu Xiu led the troops across the border of Dashi, and when they arrived at the temporary barracks mentioned by Han Mochu in the military newspaper, the king's division of Dazhou was only one step away from capturing the capital of Lanzhu.

Su Che got the news, and under the escort of a small group of people, he set off two days earlier, but the time of arrival was almost the same as that of Gu Xiu's large group of people.

Just as Su Che whispered something into Han Mochu's ear, someone outside the tent reported that the king and prince had arrived.

Immediately after the curtain was raised, a father and son walked in from outside the tent at the same time.

After being baptized on the battlefield, Xiao Yucheng seemed to have grown up overnight. She was wearing a maroon flower armor, her face was tanned, and when she saw Han Mochu, she first saluted and then ran over to hug him: "Yafu, Yafu, Cheng'er has learned how to use the crossbow, and can read the defense map! Brother Yurong taught me."

"Really? Cheng'er is young, and he's so good." Han Mochu smiled as usual, and raised his hand to gently stroke Fu Yucheng's hair: "Hey, go and help the brothers outside set up camp first." Well, Father and Yafu still have something to talk about."

"Okay, then Cheng'er will talk to Yafu later!" Xiao Yucheng nodded obediently, turned around and left the barracks.

King Gu Xiu held down his sword, frowned and walked in front of Han Mochu.

I haven't seen him for several months, the man's pale face reveals a touch of gray, like a long-term illness, and he is full of vigor and spirit on the day when he is no longer parted.

He led an army of [-] people who had been sleeping late at night and marching seven hours a day to Han Mochu's side in a hurry.From the day he got the news, he was always worried about Han Mochu's condition.

Seeing it today, he was even more worried.

"Your Majesty, why do you have to frown? Your body is fine." Han Mochu pre-empted the attack without waiting for anyone to ask.

I haven't seen him for several months, so why doesn't he miss his emperor?

"It's nothing serious! Who told you that it's nothing serious! How many Lichun flowers did you use every day and how long did it take you? Do you know that the pain of getting rid of Lichun flowers is like breaking bones every day? It takes a full hundred days of pain to quit You and I grew up next to Mr., others don't know the effect of Li Chun, you don't know?" Su Che on the side unceremoniously pierced Han Mochu's pretended calm appearance: "Since His Majesty has arrived, the military camp is not afraid There is no coach anymore, I will take your pulse with you without the armor."

"I'll talk to His Majesty about the current battle situation later, can you stop acting like a reminder?" Han Mochu said.

"Listen to Mr. Su, take off the armor." Gu Xiu's expression was very bad, and his tone was uncompromising.

"Forget it, let's talk while you're at the clinic." Han Mochu had just gone through a big battle, and at the same time, he knew that he would not be able to stay awake for much time, so he stopped arguing with the two of them to take care of himself. His armor was removed.

When the armguard of Han Mochu's left hand was removed, almost everyone present gasped.

An inch-long plum blossom nail is hidden in the armguard. The nail is firmly stuck into the flesh and has been bonded to the flesh. The blood that keeps oozing out has turned most of the arm into a bloody color. There was not a trace of blood leaking from the edge.

"Han Ziran! Are you crazy?!" Su Che stretched out his hand and touched Han Mochu's wrist, pressing his thumb firmly on the injured blood vessel: "You are not afraid of hurting the pulse door!"

"Why am I crazy? If I didn't do this, wouldn't I have to inhale more Lichun? Medicine is not always available on the battlefield. Don't you know how to heal this little skin injury?" Han Mochu didn't pay much attention to the wound. To him, it was just a means for him to cheer up when he was in a hurry.

Gu Xiu looked at the shocking red, his pupils were slightly astringent.

He didn't say a word, and calmly explained everything in the army to Han Mochu.

When Su Che was checking the man's pulse, he also found time to accommodate Yu Cheng, and visited the other thirteen generals who were locked up by Han Mochu in advance.

Gu Xiu understands that only when he truly takes over the burden from Han Mochu can he recuperate with peace of mind.

In the evening, Gu Xiu returned to the barracks where Han Mochu rested.

The genius doctor Su Che is taking his little apprentice Pei Yiheng to decoct medicine outside the tent. There is no cure for Lichunhua, and Su Che can only make some powerful tranquilizers to make Han Mochu spend these hundred days less painful.

In the barracks, only Han Mochu's bed was lit with a lamp the size of a bean sprout. Han Mochu had already changed into soft pajamas, and his long hair was loose. the flail.

Gu Xiu stood beside Han Mochu's bed, and said in silence for a long time: "I won't allow you to lock yourself up."

"This is not something His Majesty will not allow. It is because of such a drug that you can only be locked up." Han Mochu's calm expression on the opposite emperor: "Didn't Mr. Su say it? As long as it lasts for a hundred days, it will be fine."

"Hundred days? Do you want to be locked up for a hundred days like this?" Gu Xiu leaned over and sat beside Han Mochu, forcing him into the bed.

"The generals want to get rid of their addictions. Isn't that how they are locked up? But their time is shorter. Your Majesty has just taken over the military affairs, so don't get tired of pestering the ministers. It is good that the ministers have Mr. Su to take care of them."

"You want to drive me out? Why?" Gu Xiu's tough brows were tightly frowned, like a steep mountain: "Isn't it okay if I accompany you without delaying military affairs?"

"Yunchi, you have seen the generals crazy. I don't want you to see me crazy with bare eyes, and I don't want you to hear me screaming, struggling, and hysterical. I hope I will always be in your memory. Beautiful." Han Mochu gently raised the corners of his mouth, lightly touching the brows of the opposite king, and said calmly, "I promise that in a hundred days, I will stand in front of you completely and never hide from you again..."

"Han Mochu, you are a liar, you are a big liar!" Gu Xiu tightly locked his waist with one arm, like a child who is arguing: "How long have you and I known each other, and how much have you promised me?" Things? How many things have you done? Have I ever seriously cared with you? I was hurt, I was sick, I was in pain, did you ever let me sleep alone for a night? Why do you always want to avoid it whenever you are sick? What about me? I'm just a little younger than you, and you just think that I'm just like Yucheng, a child who can only act like a baby in your arms, and I'm not worthy of your trust at all?"

"Gu Yunchi, let me go." Han Mochu supported the man's shoulders with both hands, trying to push Gu Xiu away. The moment he pushed hard, he obviously felt that his consciousness had gradually become confused, so he had to soften his tone again, and said softly: " Yunchi, I will become a lunatic..."

He Han Mo was born with precocious wisdom, he strategized in the court, and could control the world, and he was able to plan everything on the battlefield, and he predicted things like a god.

Let him lose his most precious reason and become a lunatic one day, it is like peeling off his flesh and blood, and then placing him in the rough wind and sand.

Bloody and helpless.

Even so, the first thing he thought of was not how to make himself a little more comfortable, but to stabilize Gu Xiu's emotions as much as possible.

Ever since Gu Xiu tried his best to destroy Rakshasa for him last time, he didn't allow himself to fall in front of Gu Xiu. He didn't know how worried Gu Xiu would be after he fell, and how worried he would be because of worry. make something.

Gu Xiu didn't care about the thick gauze on the opponent's wrist, and grabbed Han Mochu's wrist, imprisoning him in his thick arms, cutting off all his escape routes.

"I will become a lunatic...become a lunatic..." The severe pain of the onset of addiction slowly appeared, causing Han Mochu's face to become paler, and even the blood on his lips gradually receded, his distinct knuckles were clutching Gu Xiu's Holding half of the skirt until it turned white, he muttered to himself in shortness of breath: "I don't want to...become a lunatic..."

Gu Xiu's chest was like a pair of tightly stitched armor, tightly wrapping Han Mochu, guarding beside the man in his arms without saying a word.

He knew there was nothing he could do, and that the pain would be unbearable.

But only when he holds this person in his arms can he really feel that this person is still alive and his body is still warm.

He can not change his face in front of all landslides, but when facing this little fox, he will not be calm, and he will never be able to be calm.