After raising the emperor, he always wanted to marry me

On the night when the portrait in Jiangyin County School was hung up, the knowledgeable Mr. Tietou who came and went like the wind disappeared out of thin air.

If he hadn't left a twelve-inch square wooden box in a conspicuous place before he left, all the officials and people in Jiangyin County who have seen this Mr. Iron Head would probably feel that they collectively had hallucinations. , Mr. Ironhead, who is funny and humorous, does not exist at all.

The head of the county school who was the first to discover Mr. Tietou's disappearance didn't dare to neglect the wooden box when he saw it. He wrapped the wooden box with silk cloth and went straight to the residence of Liu Yin, the prime minister of Jiangyin County.

Liu Yin looked at the unlocked box and weighed it over and over again, before opening the lid.

I saw that there were two hard-bound hard-cover books in that square wooden box, and the text in the book was not written in Dazhou, and there were twelve drawings with detailed descriptions, and there was a letter in the middle of the drawings. The letter sincerely signed by Han Mochu, the chief assistant of the Great Zhou Dynasty, was neither signed nor signed.

Although Liu Yin didn't recognize the ingenious spring parts drawn in the picture, and he didn't know what was written in the two books, but just looking at the words "Sincerely, the First Assistant Tai Fu of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Han Mochu" can tell that this matter must be related major.

In order to get rid of this hot potato as soon as possible, Liu Yin personally rushed to Guangling Mansion with the wooden box that night. The prefect of Guangling took the thorny box and sent it all the way to Huainan Road without stopping. He didn't stop at Huainan Road, and was escorted by a group of officers and soldiers to the Jingzhaoyin Mansion in Beijing. Finally, Ning Wang Gu You, who also served as the governor of Jingzhao Mansion, delivered the box directly to Taifu Han Mochu.

The imperial city of Bianjing is inside the Ziju, which is exclusively for emperors to live in.

Han Mochu took the box, first put the twelve blueprints in the box in order, then put the two hardcover books on the corresponding positions of the blueprints, and finally opened the letter that said "Sincerely, Taifu Han" .

The first sentence of the letter is an obscure Rakshasa slang: "You damn little bastard..."

The content of the letter is written in Annan language. Apart from complaining about the overwhelming portraits, the rest is to introduce the drawings and the purpose of these two books. The little man with a tongue seemed to stand up from the paper at any moment, and grabbed Han Mochu's ear and cursed again.

Gu Xiu couldn't understand these foreign languages. When he was young, Han Mochu taught him to recognize a few simple words, and he almost forgot them after years of not using them.In recent years, when those foreigners who were recovered by the Dazhou Dynasty were asked to write in the Dazhou script when they made offerings to the Dazhou Dynasty, they were checked by the translators in the Honglu Temple.

He leaned in front of Han Mochu, looked at the unfamiliar words on the paper and the lifelike little figure, and couldn't help asking: "Zi Ran, what is written on it?"

"It's nothing, this letter is about these blueprints and the purpose of these two books." Han Mochu lightly folded the letter again, stuffed it back into the envelope and continued to explain to Gu Xiu: "The drawings on these blueprints It is a new type of gun! Compared with the third generation gun that I have now, this weapon can be fired at fixed points, and its power is much greater than the previous simple explosion. In the afternoon, I will send these blueprints to Go to the Military Weapons Supervision and ask them to quickly make molds according to the drawings. After batches are completed, the third-generation guns can be sold to foreign countries. In addition, these two books are all about the distance from my great week on the map of nations. The country in the distant foreign lands contains the customs and culture of these places, as well as some topographic fortresses. The last letter is to ask me to strengthen the border and coastal defenses, and not to despise other countries to prevent foreign invasions in the future."

"The king's laziness is a national taboo. Although it is a peaceful and prosperous age, we still have to be prepared for danger in times of peace." Gu Xiu nodded thoughtfully: "Sixth brother heard from those who came to report to foreign officials that the one who left the wooden box The appearance of Mr. Yi is very similar to the portrait of Mr. Yi Wei that Zi Ran ordered to be hung in schools in various places, but he is much younger. In fact, didn’t Zi Ran always think that Mr. Yi Wei was still alive? Do you want it? Take the opportunity to investigate thoroughly?"

"Your Majesty, what are you doing to investigate this matter? If Mr. Yi Ji is really alive, he would already be over a hundred years old, how could he look like a young man again? Those theories about heaven and man that he and his ministers talked about when they were young were just jokes. The person who came now is likely to be a descendant left by Mr. Yi Wei in his early years, or he just happened to be born somewhat similar, or this person deliberately pretended to be Mr. Yi Wei, in order to attract attention and give these things to him. into the hand of the minister."

"But in this world, apart from Mr. Yi Ji and Zi Ran, who would know about these firearms? If Mr. Yi Ji really has descendants alive, why would he spend so much effort to raise Zi Ran? Besides, I, Da Zhou, have always been open-minded and open-minded. Gentleman, if this person is looking for an official and money, or any other request that can be reported to the magistrate in an open and honest manner, why should he spend so much trouble?" Gu Xiu suddenly moved himself closer to Han Mochu, and put his arms around him. She touched Han Mochu's waist: "My son Zi Ran is extremely smart, how could he not have thought of this? Unless, you have something to hide from me."

"That's right, I have something to hide from Your Majesty, even if His Majesty guesses it, you can't say it." Han Mochu leaned back and leaned against Gu Xiu's arms very calmly: "For some things, it is better to find the result than to find out the cause. The minister and Your Majesty still have to deal with it." There is a long way to go, how can we distract ourselves from tracing the source?"

"What Taifu Han said is very true. In some things, the result is more important than the cause."

Just as Gu Xiu finished speaking, there was a burst of extremely hasty footsteps outside the small study where the two of them were. The two monarchs and ministers who heard the footsteps let go of each other and retreated to the position of one monarch and one minister.

The person who came in a hurry was Yuan Bao, the head of internal supervision of the two. When he came, he was covering the official hat on his head with one hand, with a dust whisk under his arm, and he ran faster than the day when Princess Qingzhao gave birth. The first thing Gu Xiu did was to kneel down on his knees with a plop, and climbed to the opposite of the monarch and his ministers two more knees, incoherently speaking with joy: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, it has grown! It has grown!"

"What? What grew? Take your time." Gu Xiu was confused by Yuan Bao's uncharacteristic behavior.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, just now the Department of Food and Agriculture was asking for an interview, saying that wheat has grown in the fields of the Northern Wilderness!" Yuan Bao gasped heavily, and replied in a trembling voice.

Yuan Bao and his younger brother Bao De were originally from a farming family. Because the land in their family was so poor that they were so poor that they had no rice to cook, they had no choice but to enter the palace as an internal prisoner.Since the king came to the throne, he has given great praise to farming and weaving, and now even the land like Beihuang has grown enough food to satisfy his hunger. In this way, there will be no people in the world who will sell their children because of poverty and hunger ?

How could he not like this?

Gu Xiu heard the words and Han Mochu looked at each other, Gu Xiu said: "You excuse me first, the envoy of the Xuanliang Agricultural Department will come in."

"It's Your Majesty." Yuan Bao got up and straightened the folds of his robe, dragged his whisk and stood in front of the small study door and announced loudly: "Si Zheng, Minister of Xuanliang and Agriculture, sees you."

Outside the small study, a group of people filed in.

One of the visitors was Fu Yandong, the Minister of Food and Agriculture, the other was Gu Jian, the eldest son of Prince Yucheng, and four powerful eunuchs walked in carrying a large box that was five feet square and three feet deep. I went to all the etiquette of entering the audience: "The two gentlemen are free, just answer directly."

Fu Yandong, the chief minister of the Department of Food and Agriculture, bowed his head to pay tribute to the king, let out Gu Jian who was beside him, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, I dare not be greedy for credit. It is Mr. Gu Jian who made the wheat seeds in the North Wilderness grow stronger this time."

Gu Jian was originally the eldest son of Prince Yucheng's mansion, and he was Gu Xiu's cousin according to his seniority.Because of his passion for planting since he was a child, he took advantage of the new policy in the fifth year of Yongding and asked to resign from his official position to go to Beihuang. He took more than 100 farming experts recruited by the people and took root there. After ten years of painstaking management Finally, the first acre of wheat seedlings was planted on the barren land of Beihuang.

Gu Jian should have been about the same age as Gu Xiu, but because he walked in the fields all year round, inspecting wheat seedlings, spot-checking the soil, after years of wind and sun, he looked ten years older than Gu Xiu.Even though he was wearing court clothes, he still couldn't find the slightest appearance of a royal child.

By the way, although his younger brother Gu You has succeeded him as the eldest son, he has been teaching in the county schools in Gyeonggi-do these years.Hundreds of the students taught have applied for Enke this spring, and there are a few who are very talented and have already been included in the school palace. This year, the Gyeonggi-do Prefecture School was first built. Gu You directly provoked the leader and spread it all over in the name of Prince Yucheng's mansion. Invite famous teachers to make the school of Gyeonggi Prefecture flourish.

Back then, Prince Yucheng had an argument with Gu Xiujun and his ministers over the future salaries of his two sons.

It wasn't until the past few years that the old prince saw that his two self-reliant precious sons were so outstanding, and then he sincerely admired Han Mochu's decision-making against all opinions in the past.

Gu Jian, who was let in front of others, lowered his eyebrows, ordered the little eunuch who was accompanying him to open the big box on the ground, and saw that the box was full of golden corn kernels. Laymen who don't know farming can also see that crops in this form mean a good harvest.

The king's Leng Yi's eyes were instantly lit up by the box of grain kernels. The last time Han Mochu saw Gu Xiu's eyes like this was when Gu Xiu saw the green-maned horse in the hunting ground in the palace more than 20 years ago.

It is a kind of joy and expectation from the heart, which comes from human instinct.Gu Xiu, who is born serious, rarely shows such emotions in front of outsiders, so it can be seen that Gu Xiu is really happy.

Gu Jian walked up to the monarch and his ministers with a handful of grains in both hands, and introduced them eloquently: "This time, I used spring wheat from the territory of Mohe as the species, and selected the drought-resistant and cold-tolerant ones among them. Finally, good seeds have been bred. Although the yield per mu of spring wheat this time is only this wooden box, but after this time, the soil has the nutrients of the old seedlings, and the yield of these wheat seedlings will definitely double in the coming year!"

"Okay, very good, I really deserve to be a descendant of my Gu family." Gu Xiu nodded gratifiedly, and patted Gu Jian's shoulder twice, like a brother: "You have worked hard this time, and I will pay you back." According to what was said back then, I will confer you a third-class loyal marquis, and reward you with a thousand taels of gold, and those farmers who follow you in the Northern Wilderness will all be rewarded with seventh-rank titles. Is there anything else you want?"

Gu Jian put the grain kernel in his hand back into the box, lifted his robe and knelt down, and played upwards: "Your Majesty, I thank you for your kindness on behalf of those farmers. However, I did not ask to go to the Northern Wilderness for the title, let alone For reward. If Your Majesty believes in the wheat seeds of the minister, please set up a small county in Beihuang, and let the people of the nearby state capitals come to live in peace. I promise that within a few years, there will be no one in my Dazhou territory Wasteland!"

Hearing this, Gu Xiu solemnly helped him up: "Okay, I promise you that in the spring of next year, I will let the household department go to Beihuang to measure the land, allocate money to each household, and let the people go to settle in Beihuang. There is no wasteland on the weekly map."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your success." Gu Jian lifted his robe and knelt down again, bowing to Gu Xiu three times.

"Okay, don't say goodbye. It's rare for you to go back to Beijing. Uncle Wang must have been waiting at home for a long time. Go back to the palace quickly. And Fu Qing, go back to the mansion earlier." Gu Xiu couldn't wait to speak dismissed the people.

"Yes, the minister will retire!"

After everyone left, the surroundings became quiet, and only the monarch and his ministers and the big wooden box full of grain kernels were left in the small study.

Gu Xiu knelt down in front of the huge wooden box, picked up a handful of grain kernels that had not been shelled in the box with both hands, and rubbed them on his face greedily, sniffing the jerky fragrance of the grain kernels greedily, feeling the Gu Ren rubbed against the skin and itched slightly, and finally filled his mouth with the remaining Gu Ren in his palm.

With dust and sand, mixed with soil, chew slowly.The texture of unhulled and ground grain kernels is hard and rough, slightly bitter in the mouth, dry and hard on the tip of the tongue, until the cheeks hurt before chewing, swallowing straight neck, sharp grain husks Throat, so painful that his eyes were distorted.

In an instant of distortion, those snow-covered mountains all year round, barren land without a blade of grass, valleys with strange rocks, and those ferocious beasts appeared before Gu Xiu's eyes.

The howling north wind in the mountains seems to be able to shatter human bones, and the blizzard in the wind can even collapse the beams of the roof. Before the age of 12, he had never eaten candy, never slept on a bed, and the beasts he saw were better than those he had seen. More strangers arrived.

His mother, his uncle, everyone in the Yun clan would always save food and furs to feed him and keep him warm.

How great would it be if such wheat kernels could grow on that land at that time?

How great would it be if the winter days in the Northern Wilderness could be shorter at that time?

How great would it be if he was as strong as he is now at that time?

How good would it be if those people could wait until now?

Gu Xiu pursed his lips tightly, the tingling pain in his throat hadn't passed yet, every breath was a kind of stimulation.He coughed twice, turned around, and what greeted him was a warm embrace.

There was an imperceptible fragrance of paper and ink in that embrace, which to him represented absolute safety and absolute indulgence.

At some point, Han Mochu knelt beside him in the same posture as him, and hugged him into his arms when he turned around.Pressing against Han Mochu's chest, Gu Xiu couldn't hold it anymore, his heavy nose made him tremble all over, tears rolled down, and he burst into tears.

This was the first time that Han Mochu heard Gu Xiu cry in so many years, how many times he had to compromise, how many times life and death were at stake, Gu Xiu had never cried so indulgently.

He knew that Gu Xiu in his arms must have thought of Yun Yao, and also of those miserable years when he was a child.

Although Gu Xiu seldom mentioned to him his past in Beihuang when he was a teenager, but that year when he went to Mohe for the first time, he traveled through Beihuang for Gu Xiu.

The snow there was so deep that it almost reached the belly of the horse, and the wind was biting.

Compared with him, Gu Xiu's childhood seems to be more serious.

He grew up on Baiming Mountain in his childhood, beside Mr. Yi Ji, where the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.

There are pears, peaches and apricots, gurgling streams, fish, shrimp, grass and insects, and a partner who can bicker and play.

If he hadn't been determined to go back to Beijing and work hard, Mr. Yi Wei would have taken him and Su Che to live comfortably on Baiming Mountain for the rest of their lives, enjoying his love and carefreely, until he grew up safely and married a wife have children.

As for Gu Xiu, he had no choice.

He must become completely strong, so strong that he forgets that he can still be vulnerable, in order to struggle for survival in such an extremely harsh environment.

He has lived in Gu Xiu's heart for so many years, and he can empathize with everything Gu Xiu thinks.

"Yunchi, how about we go to Beihuang with the officials of the household department after the new year? I really want to see what it looks like during the spring plowing in Beihuang. Can Yunchi go with me?" Han Mochu said softly Gently caressing the back of his head, very much like the way he hugged him to recite "Zuo Zhuan" in the afternoon many years ago.

"Hmm..." Gu Xiu, who hadn't stopped crying, spoke with a strong nasal voice, slid down and fell directly on Han Mochu's lap: "Let's go back to Beihuang, I want to take Dongyang Let's go back together."

"Of course, as long as Yun Chi wants to take it, we will take Dongyang back together." Han Mochu raised his wide sleeves to cover Gu Xiu's tear-stained cheeks: "Where is Cheng'er? Take Cheng'er back together too." Okay? Cheng'er has never been to Beihuang before."

"Okay, we'll go back next spring." Gu Xiu lifted off the sleeve robe covering his face, his originally bright eyes were already red and swollen, "Today, Zi Ran, let me go to see my mother first."

The author has something to say:

万恶的周一，想日万也没日到。感谢在2021-11-2715:23:41~2021-11-2917:19:03期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Chaoci, all come, and one person left;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: 2 have come and everyone has gone; 1 piece of chopped green onion, a kitten, a cat in a coffee cup, orange peel, plum rain, and white night tea;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Minghuai; 2 bottles of the wind of Darnassus;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!