After raising the emperor, he always wanted to marry me

Han Mo woke up.

Woke up without call.

It was as quick as a flash of light.

This sudden awakening startled Gu Xiu, who had been by his side all the time, and poured tea with him in a very nervous mood, and then summoned the genius doctor Su Changru as quickly as possible.

Su Changru still had that unfathomable expression on his face, while stroking his already bald chin, he touched Han Mochu's pulse.

Perhaps it was Han Mochu's physique since he was a child.

Han Mochu has been extremely difficult to get sick since he was a child, and he never gets cold once a year or two.It is extremely difficult to recover from the wind and cold, but if it is said to be recovered, it only takes a day and a night.

After being silent for a long time, Su Che finally breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Congratulations, Taifu Han, Lord Yan has disliked you for being a bad person and kicked you back. From tomorrow onwards, I will prescribe some Guyuan soup and Guben with you. In the next year, I will drink too much." Don't think about it."

"Returning to Mr. Su, I don't want to drink Guyuan soup, but I want to eat a bowl of mutton stewed ham seriously. I wonder if it's okay?" Han Mochu, who was awake, was still weak, but he already had the strength to play with Su Che as before. .

"During the year, things that are hot and hot, and things that are cool and cold should be taboo. Taifu Han please follow the doctor's advice." Su Che glanced at him, and pushed Han Mochu's arm off the pulse pillow impatiently: "Your Majesty, I will Go back and prescribe a prescription for Taifu Han, good medicine tastes bitter, please be patient with Taifu Han."

Su Che, with a business-like appearance, ordered Pei Yiheng, who came after him, to tidy up the medicine box, and then bid farewell to the king who had been on the sidelines according to the etiquette of a monarch and minister, and then retreated out of the camp.I bowed nine times to the gods of heaven and earth, and said something in my mouth: "Thank God for your blessing, thank you Bodhisattva for your blessing, thank you sir for your blessing. I have returned Ziran's life. You just take the life I promised last night, just take it, thousands Wanmo be polite to me."

Pei Yiheng followed closely behind, and he clasped his palms together to secretly thank the gods and Buddhas in the sky for their mercy.

Taifu Han is fine, and his Mr. Su will not be so exhausted every day, and finally he can sleep peacefully all night.

After Su Che left, waves of visitors came and left, and the noise continued until the next day.

Finally, only Gu Xiu and Han Mochu were left in the huge king's tent.

King Gu Xiu took off his armor for a rare occasion, and sat next to Han Mochu in a blue-gray cotton robe, peeling a juicy tribute orange for this man. On the bare skin of the arm, there are more than a dozen bruised teeth marks in a messy arrangement.

Han Mochu was leaning on the head of the bed with a bowl of porridge with little water in it. Under the cover of the porridge was a piece of fat and tender mutton.The mellow meaty aroma nourished Han Mochu's empty stomach for days, and soon after a bowl of mutton porridge, he put the empty bowl aside with emotion: "After all, I still have to be a little meaty to be able to eat it. If you are sick, if you don’t have enough food and drink, what should you take to nourish your spirit?”

"Mr. Su is saying that Zi Ran should avoid his mouth, and eat less meat first to avoid hurting the medicinal properties. Zi Ran knows medicine better than me, so I don't need to explain further?" past.

"Fresh fruits are rare in the army. In the past, whenever there were these majesty on the battlefield, His Majesty would first take care of the wounded soldiers. I don't think the minister will catch up with luck today." Han Mochu took the tangerines and skillfully split them into two halves: " Here, Your Majesty will have a taste too."

"Are you really all right?" Gu Xiu took the orange and wrapped it in his palm, and stretched his arms in front of Han Mochu: "Are you really all right?"

"How many times have you asked Your Majesty? Chang Ru has also read it, and it was Chang Ru who said that the minister is fine." Han Mochu leaned on the soft pillow behind him with a relaxed expression on his face: "It is Your Majesty, your Majesty's conquest of Fufu. So far, I have never taken a look at the military newspaper, the local people's livelihood area, and the post-war garrison matters, and my Majesty has never said a word to me since I woke up."

"You are sick, and Mr. Su wants you to recuperate. After the local military newspaper squadron in Fufu returns to the court, you can go to the Ministry of War to transfer files. It has only been more than twenty hours since you woke up, so don't worry about it." Military affairs." Gu Xiu said as he ate half of the warm orange in his hand and ate it into his mouth in one bite, his eyes that were originally focused on Han Mochu also drifted away intentionally or unintentionally.

Han Mochu is so smart.

He could always see something unusual in Gu Xiu's slightest move.

Gu Xiu tilted his head to dodge, and he got up and moved closer to take the initiative to attack. His arms stretched from Gu Xiu's arm, his jaw crossed his shoulders, and he made a neck-to-neck gesture: "Your Majesty, do you have something to hide from this minister?"

"No!" Gu Xiu's tone was blunt, as if he had been scalded by a hot iron on his neck, he dodged aside: "You...you are so sleepy...tomorrow..."

"How long has it been since you woke up before your Majesty let me sleep? What did Your Majesty hide from me?" Han Mochu who regained his strength did not break free so easily, Gu Xiu tilted his head to dodge him and tightened his arms.

Their pair of rulers and ministers were already evenly matched, and Gu Xiu was soft-hearted and didn't want to struggle a lot to avoid the man's physical exhaustion, so he could only move his body slightly to avoid it as much as possible: "I said I didn't hide it from you, Han Mochu You are too presumptuous!"

"Every time your Majesty feels guilty, he will call out your name. I don't care. I just want to know what your majesty has been hiding from me." Han Mochu raised his brows and smiled more gently: "If your majesty doesn't say anything, I will ask Yu Cheng, As usual, they have been following His Majesty all the time, and they will always tell the ministers something. Your Majesty thinks it is better to admit it yourself, or wait for the minister to find out from others?"

Hearing this, Gu Xiuwen stretched out his hand to grab the man's wrist that was stuck on his body, and pushed him back on the generous camping couch, a light like a flame appeared in his cold and resolute eyes: " I said I didn't hide it from you, don't force me to do something disgraceful to you at this time!"

Han Mochu was pushed to lie down on his back, raised his hand to caress the cold face that was close at hand, gasped and raised his lips and smiled, "Is Yun Chi tired? Lie down with me?"

"En." Gu Xiu nodded meekly, turned his body and placed himself side by side with that person on the marching couch, lying on his stomach and resting his side face on Han Mochu's chest. He was thrown out of the sky.

A wolf king galloping across the frontier and watching the world with disdain, becomes a little wolf cub covered in soft fur when nestled in the arms of a person.

"Your Majesty, are you angry with the minister?" Han Mochu put his thin palm on the back of Gu Xiu's head, and Gu Xiu, who was in his prime, picked out two silver strands from his dark hair.

"I just feel scared. Although you have done many things over the years that make me feel scared. I know all those things in my heart, but only this time, I am really scared." Gu Xiu closed his eyes and whispered: "Your illness At that time, I always thought that if the war opportunity could be faster, you would not be here. The lichun flower is poisonous, and how many people will be stupid all their lives because of the poison of lichun, and they will never be cured. If this is the case, wouldn’t Ziran Is life better than death?"

"Your Majesty, what if I'm really a fool all my life?" Han Mochu asked.

"Zi Ran never asked about the cause and effect that didn't happen before." Gu Xiu leaned on Han Mochu's shoulder, listening to the strong heartbeat of the man, and slowly adjusted his breathing to the same frequency as the man: "If If this is the case, I will not let Ziran live like that. I will let Mr. Su make a good medicine without pain to send Ziran away. Then I will assist Yucheng to take charge of the government. After everything is settled, I will leave with Ziran. I can't force you to stay by my side just to satisfy my selfish desires, even though the one who lives alone between the two suffers the most, I would rather that the one who suffers is me."

"Yunchi is so crazy." Han Mochu patted Gu Xiu's generous shoulders silently: "Don't forget, the longevity lock you gave me that year. I said that I would accompany you and live a long life." Year-old is with you, do you think it's okay?"

"Okay." Gu Xiu leaned against Han Mochu's chest, breathing in the scent of paper and ink that could make him concentrate and gradually relax: "It's a deal. If there is no hundred years in this life, we will make up for it in the next life."

***

After another seven or eight days.

Han Mochu's health has improved even more. Not only is his diet and daily life normal, but he is also able to walk freely. Although Su Che is still not allowed to take care of military affairs ahead

Seeing this, Gu Xiu was finally able to get away from him with peace of mind, and went to the front to command the battle, and the army's return to the court and other matters.

Han Mochu, who was leisurely at the back, didn't have any important things to do every day except for three meals a day, or occasionally listening to the nagging of the little prince Gu Yucheng.

During this period of time, his good elder brother Su Changru could be considered to have seized the opportunity to surround him, trying to take advantage of this gap to eradicate the minor problems that Han Mochu had accumulated in the past few years.

Every day when I have nothing to do, I asked for a small stove from the gang leader to cook medicinal food for Han Mochu.

In the early morning of this day, Han Mochu had just read a few military newspapers that Gu Xiu had finished reviewing in front of him, and tried to find out from the text of these newspaper reports what Gu Xiu tried his best to hide from him that day.

Su Changru, a genius doctor, came to Han Mochu's tent with his medicinal food jar, and called out with joy, "Zi Ran, quickly try the stewed mutton with angelica and dangshen that I made for you, it can best strengthen the foundation and nourish the vitality, and nourish the spirit." Bloody."

Han Mochu hurriedly raised his eyes from the military newspaper, looked at the old earthen jar in Su Che's hand, immediately felt a greasy bitterness lingering in his throat, and blurted out: "I just had breakfast, you can give this to someone else."

"Han Ziran, don't come here. I have occupied the small stove for you and His Majesty in the army all morning. Where did you get breakfast?" Su Che put the crock in his hand beside the man without any explanation. He filled a bowl tremblingly, pinched his throat and said in a voice that could not be more fake: "Good boy, how about big brother feeding you?"

Han Mochu glanced sideways at the person, and directly ignored Su Che as a cloud of air in the tent.

"Han Ziran, don't be ungrateful! Didn't I see Princess Qingzhao often coaxing the little emperor to take medicine like this, so that you don't feel that he has a sister who loves him, and you should feel good about it." Su Che was oblique for no reason. One glance, still persevering.

"If you really have the skills of Princess Qingzhao, I won't say anything about you." General Han Mochu folded the military newspaper in his hands, half propping his temples and said, "Can you eat what you make?"

"I..." Su Che was stunned, before he could figure out how to fight back against Han Mochu, he opened his mouth and changed the topic to one side.

"I often ask you, I saw these few military newspapers saying that His Majesty set fire to Fusu Palace and killed all Fusu nobles except young children. Do you know why?"

"Huh? Ah?" Su Che blinked, and quickly looked aside like Gu Xiu that day: "What is there to ask? Don't you often do this when you lead troops to fight? It's nothing more than Violence! Rebellion, or uprising, what can it be for?"

"If it is violence! Chaos, why is it not stated in the military newspaper?" Han Mochu noticed the abnormality with keen eyes: "You just tell me why, don't wait for me to find out by myself."

"Check it out, I don't believe you can find out about the fact that Fushi Kingdom's chief is committed to His Majesty!" Su Che snorted confidently, and when he realized that Han Mochu's fairy-like smiling face was almost on his face, He explained more and more flusteredly: "No, no, Your Majesty has not lost his dignity, absolutely not!"