After raising the emperor, he always wanted to marry me

Not long after the two monarchs and ministers returned from Wanying Mountain, the military supervisor also sent an exciting news.

The blueprint left by the mysterious Mr. Iron Head in Jiangyin County has been molded, and it will be cast, polished, assembled and tested in a few days.

Han Mochu named this new type of firearm Lianzhu Firebolt, and the emperor ordered that this object be put into production as soon as possible. The generals of the firearms army in various places should also send masters to come here as soon as possible to learn the attack method of this object, so as to ensure that this object can be put into production as soon as possible. After entering the army, it can be promoted to the whole army at the fastest speed.

The two monarchs and ministers seem to have returned to that winter day in the third year of Yongding. Every day except the morning is the barracks of the Firearms Bureau.

Han Mochu was even busier than King Gu Xiu, because the first batch of students recruited by the academy had already enrolled, and Han Mochu, who was the speaker, naturally had to preside over the overall situation.The precious books and albums left by Mr. Yi Wei have also become the subjects for these students to study in the future.

Concubine Ning Xu Jingrou gave birth to her fifth son with Prince Ning Gu You at the beginning of the next year, named Yu Han.

On the day Xiao Yuhan was born, Xu Jingrou hugged the pillow and wailed loudly, pinched and bit Ning Wang's shoulder, yelling for him to return the original little princess.Even Concubine Li complained that her son was incompetent, why couldn't she even have a daughter.

In the end, it was Princess Qingzhao who came forward and brought the two-year-old little princess Gu Xican to Xu Jingrou's bed, making the little one recognize Xu as a godmother on the spot.

Mrs. Xu, who was still sobbing with her little son in her arms, immediately put away her tears, and happily started to arrange a dowry for the little princess as a godmother the next day.

Princess Qingzhao laughed secretly: I don't know if it's because she has lived with her precious brother Gu You for a long time, Xu Jingrou's tears come and go so quickly.

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Zaisheng seven years, the third day of March.

The day of the king's long life.

This day is not only the Longevity Day, but also the Little Prince Gu Yucheng's Qianqiu Festival, and it is also the birthday of Grand Fu Han Mochu.

The fate of the father and son having the same birthday is really amazing.

Gu Xiu has been reluctant to celebrate birthdays since he was a child. He was born in Beihuang and grew up in Beihuang when he was young. He has always been unwilling to accept the red tape of birthday worship and gifts. For any important event to happen in the name of the king's birthday, Gu Xiu will prepare a banquet with the Ministry of Rites to entertain the clan.

This year is no exception. The civil and military personnel in Beijing all got a day off on the king's birthday, and they also had a portion of seasonal vegetables and fruits produced in the suburbs of Beijing.The magistrates were not merciful. When Gu Xiu first came to the throne, the local officials and Gu Xiu’s birthday papers were all collected by the Ministry of Officials, and then handed over to the Ministry of Rites. Later, Taifu Han despised these meaningless birthday papers as a waste of paper, so he sent them out. After the order was issued, local officials were not allowed to express their birthday wishes.

The money saved every year is enough to cover the expenses of a commoner in the Zhou Dynasty for two years.

On this day, the spring breeze was warm and the sun was shining brightly.

In the Ziju, a father and son were sitting silently at a large empty round table. The surrounding was so quiet that one could even hear the chirping of birds and insects outside the window.

The little prince Gu Yucheng's face suddenly collapsed, he crawled forward, and his upper body lay directly on the round table: "Father, my son is really hungry."

The 15-year-old boy is still immature, even though he has already entered the East Palace and started to engage in military affairs in the previous dynasty, but he still can't change his childish nature when facing his seemingly serious father, Gu Xiu.

"Be patient, I think it will be over soon." Gu Xiu coughed lightly to cover up the faint sound in his stomach due to the emptiness.

Today is the birthday of the father and son. Han Mochu said three days ago that he would make three bowls of longevity noodles on this day, and it was a birthday gift for the father and son.

Only Taifu Han could think of such an economical and thoughtful gift.

In order to eat this bowl of longevity noodles made by Han Mochu himself, the father and son waited here without even drinking their saliva since morning. For two full hours, their chests were already stuck to their backs.

After about another cup of tea, Han Mochu, who had devoted himself to cooking early in the morning, finally showed up.

It's still the same pair of eyebrows and eyes that are as gentle as jade and curved like a crescent moon, wearing a wide-sleeved round-neck blouse with ivory dark blue trim, hair tied with jade hairpins, and even the temples are not messy. Been busy for two hours.

Immediately behind Han Mochu came Yuan Bao, the head of internal supervision, holding a large tray in his hand, on which there were three steaming bowls of longevity noodles.

"Ah, it's finally healed. My son is almost starving to death." Xiao Yucheng, who was already hungry enough to play with the chopsticks, immediately bounced off the stool when he saw the food, and approached Eunuch Yuan Bao in two steps to help serve the noodles. .

"Your Highness, be careful, this noodle soup is very hot." Yuan Bao put the large tray in his hand in the middle of the round table, arranged the big noodle soup bowls according to the positions of the father and son, and put the small bowls for soup, The spoon and chopsticks were placed by the hands of the father and son, and they stepped back and stood aside.

"Eunuch Yuan Bao, go down first, there is nothing to serve here." Han Mochu waved his hands and ordered Yuan Bao, the head of internal supervision, to step down, and turned to face the father and son: "Your Majesty, Your Highness, please taste this bowl of noodles how."

Gu Xiu looked carefully at the bowl of freshly cooked longevity noodles in front of him. The noodles were white, the soup was shiny, and the vegetables were transparent. Evenly embellished, the fat aroma of lard mixed with noodle aroma is stimulated by the heat, lingering on the tip of the nose for a long time.

The prototype of this bowl of noodles comes from Guangling Mansion in Yangzhou, and its name is Yangchun.It is the home-cooked food of the local people in Guangling, and it is also a kind of food that Han Mochu would eat every time he won Su Che's lucky money when he was a child. Today's bowl not only has the mellow soup base of Yangchun noodles, but also topped with still The minced pork sausage made by the Gong Wu family.

By the way, the three bowls of noodles that Han Mochu personally cooked today were completed under Aunt Wu's full guidance. The most beloved casserole was blown in half, so she added three more locks on the small kitchen, and ordered all those who served beside the monarch and his ministers, no matter whether she was present or not, never to let these two living ancestors live again. near her kitchenette.

"Father, Yafu, I'm really hungry, so I'll eat first." Xiao Yucheng impatiently picked up a large strand of white noodles with the tip of his chopsticks, blew a little and put it into his mouth.

The moment the noodles entered the mouth, the little prince was stunned, staring straight at his father, Gu Xiu, with a strand of white noodles hanging from his mouth like a beard.

"What's wrong with you?" Gu Xiu, who was sitting opposite Yu Cheng, keenly sensed something was wrong, and picked up a strand of noodles and put it into his mouth.

Then, Gu Xiu was also stunned.

A father and son sitting opposite each other just bit a strand of noodles, motionless, let alone speaking.

Sitting between the father and son, Han Mochu also took a mouthful of noodles when he saw this. The moment the noodles entered the mouth, the sensitive taste buds on the tip of Han Mochu's tongue immediately pushed out the unknown taste.

This bowl of seemingly delicious noodles tastes sweet, salty, sour, and spicy. The soup hanging on the noodles is mixed with the alkaline taste of the noodles and a hint of raw and bitter taste of uncooked vegetables. There are too many of them, and the heat is not well cooked, and the combination is completely unpalatable.

The last time he ate something so unpalatable was the bowl of undercooked salty porridge cooked in a copper pot for Gu Xiu many years ago, it was even more unpalatable than those unseasoned roasted meat on the battlefield.

"Ahem, don't eat, Your Majesty." Han Mochu took out the soft handkerchief in his bosom and gently wiped the corners of his mouth, his warm smile was mixed with a little guilt.He should have known that he is really not good at cooking, but he is unwilling to give up every time. After all, he can handle things that are a thousand times more difficult than cooking noodles, so why can't he cook a bowl of long-lived noodles with excellent taste? ?

It can be seen that God is fair, but in the final analysis, no one is perfect.

The father and son, who were motionless with the noodles in their mouths, finally moved. They first put the noodles in their mouths for a long time with chopsticks, and then swallowed them silently with their eyes closed.

"Actually, I don't mind..." Han Mochu tried to stop him again.

The father and son, who looked at each other silently, seemed to be inaudible, burying their heads in mouthful after mouthful of noodles, gobbling it as if they had been hungry for three days and nights.

Fortunately, the noodles are smooth and can slide down the throat without much chewing and fill the stomach, otherwise the father and son would have choked to death.

The father and son not only ate up the noodles in the bowl in less than a stick of incense, but also drank all the hot soup in the bowl with pride.

"Yafu, the longevity noodles you made are so delicious!" The little prince Yucheng smiled genuinely contentedly towards Han Mochu who was beside him.

"Yeah." Gu Xiu on the other side also nodded, expressing his approval of Han Mochu's craftsmanship: "I think Ziran's noodles are not worse than Aunt Wu's."

Seeing the situation of the father and son, Han Mochu suddenly felt a little dazed, as if the noodles he had just tasted were not from the same pot as the father and son.

"Your Majesty and Your Highness, do you really think the longevity noodles I made are delicious?" Han Mochu asked softly.

"Delicious!" The father and son said in unison.

"Since that's the case, I still have a bowl left here. Your Majesty and Your Highness will share it." Han Mochu smiled and pushed his almost untouched longevity noodles between the father and son.

"Father, Yafu, my servants are full!" Hearing this, the little prince quickly stood up and bowed to the two fathers beside him: "Brother Yuheng wants me to eat at his newly built mansion in the afternoon. Wine, by the way, help him to see the dowry gift for the new concubine, I want to leave first!"

"Go, you can drink, but don't be greedy." Gu Xiu glanced at Han Mochu who was holding back his laughter, and pardoned the young man. Looking at the young man's back running happily, he couldn't help expressing a little emotion: "In a blink of an eye , Yucheng is already this big."

"What? Your Majesty thinks you are getting old?" Han Mochu very understandingly pulled the bowl of longevity noodles that scared the little prince away to him again.

"No." Gu Xiu turned his head and said solemnly, "I think that Yucheng is so old, why don't I feel that I am getting old at all?"

"Your Majesty already led the army when he was Yu Cheng's age, but now the border is stable, and Yu Cheng has nowhere to practice."

"Didn't Ziran tell me that Yucheng only needs to be a benevolent monarch who understands reason and loves the people. The six kingdoms and four seas on the territory map of the Great Zhou Dynasty are all the ambitions of Ziran and me, and there is no need to impose it on that child."

"Your Majesty and I are both loving fathers, but the ancients said that starting a business is difficult and difficult to maintain. I always want to do more things for Yu Cheng, so as to pave the way forward for him."

"Right now, Ziran and I are both in the prime of life, and there is no need to rush about many things. Before you and I return in a hundred years, we still have time to pave the way with Yucheng." Gu Xiu: "By the way, I will also be with you." You prepared a congratulatory gift."

"Oh? What is it?"

Gu Xiu got up and went to the inner room, and after a while, he took out a three-foot-long and three-inch-wide hardwood scroll case, opened the lid, and took out a scroll.

He freed his hand to untie the tie on the scroll and unfold it.

This is a standing portrait of a man. The man in the painting is born with bright eyes and white teeth, his eyebrows stretched out, he is wearing a long-sleeved gown, holding a folding fan in his hand, and next to the signature is Gu Xiu's private seal and a four-character inscription. : "Han Qing Ziran"

Although the painter's brushwork is rusty, it can still be seen that the figure in the painting is tall and straight, with a sense of immortality.

"Your Majesty is not good at painting, and my minister is not good at cooking." Han Mochu unfolded the scroll, and raised the corner of his mouth, "You and my ministers have a good understanding."

"I don't have fake hands, so many of my paintings have been ruined." Gu Xiu covered his mouth and coughed lightly, "Actually, he is somewhat similar to Han Qing, and it may be even more similar after coloring."

"I didn't say that I don't like it." Han Mochu held the scroll in his hand, and said lightly: "Actually, Your Majesty should have painted a portrait of himself and gave it to the minister, so that one day when you and my monarch and minister are separated, the minister can also take the picture. Missing people?"

As soon as Han Mochu finished speaking, the wolf cub who gave the painting grabbed his hands and wrists. When his eyes met, the wolf cub said solemnly: "You and I will never be apart. Why does Taifu Han need to look at things and think about others?"

After the Longevity Festival, the spring plowing in Beihuang began.

The Minister of the Household Department also handed over the ancestral homes, fields, and houses of the 120 households who moved to Beihuang that year to the king Gu Xiu.Gu Xiu issued Zhu Zhu's approval, and at the same time, he also drew up another plan to bring the crown prince, Taifu and clan relatives to the Northern Wilderness to reopen the Spring Hunting Ceremony, hoping that the Northern Wilderness will be smooth from now on, and the country of the Zhou Dynasty will be prosperous and the people will be safe.

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