After raising the emperor, he always wanted to marry me

Seven or eight days passed in a flash.

Han Mochu's chariots and horses for going to Beijing were finally packed up leisurely, and they stopped at a place halfway up the mountain where there were still people.

On the eve of departure, Su Che held two altars of green bamboo leaves in his arms, and tried to drink with Han Mochu all night, in order to tell the story of the ten-odd years of love that is stronger than gold, and the sadness of saying goodbye.Unexpectedly, he was frightened back by Han Mochu's warm and dignified smile.

Han Mochu's face is naturally smiling, and people who meet him for the first time feel like a spring breeze, amiable.Little did they know that the deeper the smile on that face, the more dangerous it would be.

For example, when Han Mochu took off Su Che's chin, it was the time when he smiled the best.

On the eve before going to Beijing, Han Mochu knocked on the wooden door of the small orphanage on the top of the mountain.

The door opened, Han Mochu bowed to the boy who answered the door, and asked, "Have you slept, sir?"

"No, sir has been waiting for you today."

Xiao Tong bowed his hand to return the gift, and at the same time let Han Mochu in.

Han Mochu had just entered the courtyard when he heard a low voice calling from the main room: "Ziran is here? Come in quickly."

Han Mochu answered yes, and then he stretched out his hand and pushed open the door to step into the main room.The main room was dark and gloomy, only the arrangement of tables and chairs could be seen vaguely, but no one could be seen.

Han Mochu frowned and asked softly, "Sir? Where are you?"

"Zi Ran, I can't see you as a teacher, where are you?" The old voice sounded again, this time mixed with some strange trills.

"Mr. Yi?" Han Mochu tentatively took a step towards the room. He felt something soft under his toes, and lowered his head, only to see an old man with white beard and hair, with two curly melons on the top of his sparse hair. Teng, with a piece of thin paper sticking to his nose and hanging down to his chin, and holding a dim yellow oil lamp in his hand, was squatting no more than half a foot below Han Mochu's feet.Seeing Han Mochu lowering his head, the old man put the oil lamp under his chin while rolling his eyes and sticking out his tongue. The oily yellow light shone on a wrinkled and twisted face. The scene was truly indescribably terrifying. .

"Sir, the air in the mountains is too cold, you'd better get up." Han Mochu and the old man on the ground looked at each other calmly for a moment, then put his feet back very calmly, and bowed to help Mr. Yi Wei who was pretending to be a ghost on the ground.

"Cut, it's boring and boring. If I knew you were like this, I wouldn't have waited for you." Mr. Yi Wei was obviously quite dissatisfied with Han Mochu's reaction, holding the oil lamp in his mouth, and walking towards the side of the bed muttering: "It's better to cheat As usual, that child can scare the shit out of him every time."

Han Mochu smiled and helped Mr. Yi Wei onto the couch, and the old man took advantage of the situation to put his heart on his back. When the old man sat upright, Han Mochu respectfully took a step back, pulled up his robe and knelt down in front of the couch: "Mr. , this disciple is here to say goodbye to you today."

"Going far away? Then the peaches and apricots on the back mountain are almost ripe. If you leave now, won't you be able to catch up with the fresh ones?" The old man yawned heavily, and muttered with his fingers: "There are red bayberries, loquats, That dying pear tree managed to pick up four fruits this year, one for you, one for me, one for Tong’er, and one for Chang Ru, if you don’t eat it now, who will eat the extra fruit?”

"gentlemen."

What the old man said made Han Mochu's heart tense. Think about it, the unparalleled master in the past is just a 92-year-old old man now.

What people of old age fear most is loneliness.

He left today, and he didn't know when he would return, let alone whether he could see the master who raised him again.

"Then let's give it to Miss Jiu in Houshan, her grandson Yang is a good person. So I won't eat that one, I will give it to Liu Xishi in Shili Town... No, no, it's better to give it to Jiu The girl and her mother are one for each other, so don't blame me for being partial. I won't go to Liu Xishi's place for now, and I will give it to her when the rose blooms later." Mr. Yi Wei waved his fingers and calculated the allocation of those pears, and gradually showed a smile on his face. A look of great joy and anticipation.

Han Mochu was silent, completely silent.

Who is the person on the couch?

It's his mentor Yi Ji!

Who is Mr. Yi Ji?Others don't know, how can he, Han Mochu, not know?

More than 50 years ago, this Mr. Yi Yi resolutely left the high-ranking official in the capital, the marquis honored, and went to Baiming Mountain with a roll of bamboo mats, relying on an excellent painting to paint pictures of beauties.

Those curvy beauties are so stunning that they almost break through the gate of the mountain, and Mr. Yi Wei is here to enjoy the beauty of the spring while earning a lot of money.

It wasn't until he was seventy years old that he felt powerless, and took in two orphans, himself and Su Che, one to preach and the other to relieve boredom.

Now that the old man has passed his octogenarian age, he has the potential to return to the rivers and lakes.

How can a person who is romantic to the bone care about life and death?Besides, it's not even a farewell now.

Looking at the old and disrespectful face of Mr. Yi Wei on the bed, Han Mochu's [-] points of guilt instantly reduced to [-] points, and the tears that were so sad that they filled his eyes disappeared in an instant. Feed the dog.

Han Mochu settled down, supported his forehead and said, "Sir, that Mrs. Sun Yang seems to be a widow?"

Mr. Yi Yi glanced at Han Mochu who was kneeling in front of the couch, and said righteously: "What's wrong with the widow? I don't despise her."

That tone seemed to be that Han Mochu was the stubborn old man who was old-fashioned in his old age.

"Sir, you..." Han Mochu thought over and over again, and finally pulled out a word from his stomach: "Take care of yourself."

After Han Mochu finished speaking, he was answered by a thunderous snore.

Mr. Yi Di's powerful breath blows the note attached to the tip of his nose and shakes it back and forth. This note symbolizes Mr. Yi's incomparably tenacious vitality.

That note was posted by Mr. Yi Chi when he was 85 years old.

That year, Mr. Yi Wei suddenly felt that his time was approaching, so he asked Han Mochu and Su Che to dig a big hole one foot long and three feet deep in the fruit forest in the back mountain.Then he stuck a note on the tip of his nose, and led a seven or eight-year-old boy to the small courtyard on the top of the mountain.

And told the little boy, if one day the note on the tip of his nose no longer floats, then push him directly to that pit and bury him.

Seven years passed in a flash, and that note was still floating strong every day.Every year, Han Mochu would drag Su Che to dig the big pit one foot deeper. If he digs any deeper, the original big pit will soon become a well.

However, Han Mochu had an extremely strong premonition that one day when he died of illness, his mentor would still come to his grave with a fragrant lady in his arms for a drink.

When Han Mochu left the mountain gate, Su Che didn't come to see him off, but just put a bottle of newly made pills in front of his door, with the words "Wuji Pill" pasted on the seal.

It is Su Che's painstaking efforts in the past three years. Grinding and applying it externally can promote skin growth and heal wounds. Taking it internally can cure all kinds of poisons in the world. It is a rare good product for self-defense when you go out.Han Mochu thanked the bottle, and happily put the bottle in his arms.

Han Mochu descended to the halfway up the mountain, the servant Baili had already sat on the outside of the carriage and waited for a long time, almost fell asleep holding the whip, until he saw the fairy-like figure of his master, he jumped off the carriage, Running in front of Han Mochu, he said like a cannonball: "My lord, are you here? Is the mountain road difficult to walk? I'm so worried. I was afraid that you would fall, my lord, and I wanted to go into the mountain to pick you up, but when I turned around, I thought about myself I don’t know the way, so I have to wait here.”

This little servant Baili was bought by Han Mochu in the market half a month ago, and he was the only servant in Renyazi's hands at that time who could drive a carriage and know the way.

Han Mochu didn't ask any further questions, and paid the money directly.

It was only after he untied the cloth strip that was strangling the boy's mouth that Han Mochu realized that this boy was a slob, and the former master sold him because he really couldn't stand his mouth that couldn't stop all the time.

Han Mochu was helped into the car by the servant Baili as if he was a Buddha. After getting on the car, Han Mochu handed the boy a map to Bianjing.

The little servant Baili took the map and patted his chest with confidence, but he didn't know what to say in his mouth.

Han Mochu leaned in the car, always responding with a smile.

The little servant Baili thought he was going to meet a confidant, but he didn't know that Han Mochu's ears had already been stuffed with two balls of cotton.

All the way in silence, Bianjing has arrived.

Bianjing is not only the capital of the Great Zhou Kingdom, but also the most prosperous city in the hinterland of the Central Plains. On the official road fifteen miles away from Beijing, there are peddlers pushing carts and carrying burdens, shouting loudly for business.

The closer you are to the city, the bigger the crowd.Five miles away from the city, the spacious official roads are full of people, carriages and horses.The boy Baili could only get out of the car and hold the reins of the horse, and walked forward bit by bit like squeezing sesame oil with the flow of people.

After finally coming to the city gate, there are more people.There are officials from other provinces who come to the capital to do business, there are literati and chants who come here admiringly, and there are also many wealthy businessmen who come here to make money.

As far as the eye can see, it is either rich or expensive.

Han Mochu's small gray-roofed carriage that came from Guangling was crowded in the pile of horses and horses, which seemed out of place compared with those large carriages with colorful roofs and canopies.

The guard, Lao Du, is an old-fashioned soldier.Living under the imperial city, he has long cultivated a pair of sharp eyes to know people by car.

Han Mochu's single-horse gray-covered car obviously couldn't catch Lao Du's eyes, and it looked like a desperate attempt to visit relatives and friends in some remote village.

So when the boy Baili handed over the travel documents, he slapped the person aside: "Go, you deserve to talk to your master? Is your master paralyzed or dead? Are you here yet?" Do you know how to lift your ass and get out of the car to salute?"

On Old Du's side, cursing, he stretched out his hand to lift Han Mochu's car curtain.

The curtain of the car was raised, and I saw a young man in Tsing Yi sitting upright in the car with a folding fan in his hand.Lao Du has guarded the gate of the capital for more than 20 years, and he has never seen such an extraordinary man.

Although Han Mochu doesn't have any fancy clothes or decorations on his body, just looking at his overall style, he is comparable to the nobles in the palace, if not inferior.

Lao Du, who had been arrogant just now, suddenly lost his temper. The left hand that lifted the curtain was in a dilemma for a while, but he didn't know where to start when he came to the mouth, so he was so deadlocked.

"Master, what's the matter with you?" Han Mochu smiled warmly.

"It's nothing... nothing, I just want to see if the young master's face is consistent with the one drawn on the document." Old Du replied stammeringly, for some reason Han Mochu's smiling face always made people feel a little shivers down the spine.

"Then have you finished the investigation?" Han Mochu smiled gently.

"It's over." While speaking, Lao Du took advantage of the opportunity to put the car curtain back again, and because of Han Mochu, Lao Du even became polite to the servant Baili: "Little brother, walk slowly, you can enter in front of you." the city."

The servant Baili rubbed the slap marks on his face, and put his eyelids on the smiling Lao Du: "Hiss, I dare not walk slowly. I can't bear to be beaten if I walk slowly."

The small carriage passed the city gate slowly along the traffic flow, passed through the shadow of the city gate, and suddenly saw the light.

With a panoramic view of the prosperity of Bianjing, the servant Baili couldn't help opening his mouth, calling more than 100 times, and said more than 200 words, "Look, look, look."Just change back to Han Mochu's sentence: "Pay attention to your steps."

As the carriage moved forward, Han Mochu noticed that the list of young masters for the seventh son of the emperor was still hanging high in the bustling market with the most traffic.

Along the way, Han Mochu would pay attention to the few cities along the way, but no one revealed the list.

This is not much different from Han Mochu's expectations. The imperial list posted by the whole country is just a facade for the monarch to recruit virtuous ministers from all over the world.The self-confident and talented students in the world will almost always take the road of imperial examination to get an official career. If it is not for the appointment and dismissal of the king, who would be willing to recommend himself to the palace to be a minister, to teach such a little prince who has returned from the wilderness?

"My lord, where are we going now?" The servant Baili finally asked Han Mochu what he was willing to answer.

"Eat first, wait until you are full, and then go elsewhere."