After raising the emperor, he always wanted to marry me

Among the Wanying Mountains, there was silence in the Yun Family Ancestral Hall.

The soft light of thousands of ever-burning lamps warmly illuminates this ancestral hall filled with the souls of heroes. Those wiped lights are as bright as the names painted with gold lacquer on the new tablets, like living people watching quietly. With a devout prayer.

There is a person kneeling straight on the futon under the altar. This person clases his hands together and closes his eyes tightly. There are mottled and swollen red spots under his neck, and two crossed ropes are tied with thick hemp rope on his bare chest. A large bundle of extremely sharp thorns hangs behind the knot.The skin under the tight knot was congested with blood, showing a strange mottled bruise, and the broad and strong back was also bloody and bloody from the thorns, and he didn't realize it.

Gu Xiu carried this bundle of thorns on his back and climbed up to Wanying Mountain [-] years ago.

For the past twenty days, he knelt before the coffin during the day, and slept on the pile of thorns tied to his body at night.According to legend, as long as a person can sleep on the thorns for seven to seven days, what he wants in his heart will come true.

Gu Xiu didn't know where he heard this ridiculous legend, but he still believed it.Ever since Han Mochu fell into a coma, he seemed willing to believe anything, but he was unwilling to believe anything.

On the night when Han Mochu passed out, Su Che truthfully told him about Han Mochu's illness.

Su Che's original words were: "Ziran's life and death can only be done according to human affairs, and he must obey the destiny."

Gu Xiu took this sentence for granted: Su Che knows medicine, and he does his best.He doesn't understand medicine, so he asks for fate.

The so-called destiny is nothing more than asking gods and Buddhas, immortals and gods.It's a pity that Gu Xiu, like Han Mochu, has never believed in gods and Buddhas, nor paid attention to immortality, and Gu Xiu can't do those temporary things.

On the 37th, Gu Xiu stayed in the palace for the first half of the month, kneeling in the Fengxian Hall in plain clothes with loose hair.

Later, Gu Xiu remembered the relationship between Han Mochu and his biological mother when he was young, so he went up to Wanying Mountain with this bush of thorns on his back.

With a "squeak", it was the sound of someone pushing open the closed door of the ancestral hall. Gu Xiu followed the sound and turned his head sharply, his opened eyes were covered with spider webs of blood.

On the days when he knelt and begged God, he didn't know the day and night, let alone how long he had been kneeling. People who are in suspense are extremely sensitive, and sometimes he would be surprised when the wind was louder.

He was looking forward to someone coming to report, and he was even more afraid that the news brought by the messenger was not what he wanted to hear.

Gu Xiu kept his kneeling posture and turned around to look. His tired eyes couldn't adapt to the light of the longevity candle for a while, and he was in a daze for a while before he realized that it was Yuan Bao, his chief internal supervisor.

"Your Majesty, Imperial Physician Pei sent a servant to come back to you. Taifu Han has woken up and is talking to Mr. Su. The servant will wait for you to change and go back." A very happy smile.

"Are you awake?" Gu Xiu's abyss-like eyes suddenly regained his spirit: "You said Mr. Han is awake."

"It's absolutely true, Your Majesty is absolutely true, Taifu Han is really awake, Your Majesty, hurry up and go back to the palace." Yuan Bao bowed and walked to Gu Xiu's side, holding his arms to lend strength to the kneeling Gu Xiu, but Gu Xiu Suddenly, he directly bowed to the ground and kowtowed three times to the enshrined tablet in the ancestral hall.

"Mother, thank you very much." Gu Xiu stood up and said reverently, "Thank you for returning Ziran to me."

The little eunuchs headed by Yuan Bao also knelt down along with the king, and kowtowed reverently along with the king.

***

Gu Xiu rode his fast horse like a gust of wind from Wanying Mountain back to Ziju Hall, and saw Han Mochu who was leaning on the bed and eating bird's nest.

At this time, Han Mochu changed into pajamas made of silver silk, his long hair was tied behind his head with ebony hairpins, and a green wide-sleeved deep coat was draped over his shoulders. The bird's nest in his hand was boiled by Aunt Wu, and he slapped the The big and small bowl was full of swallow silk, wrapped in the only red date, which was crystal clear in the spoon, trembling slightly like agar.After most of the day's cultivation, his mental complexion is much better than when he just woke up, and the color of his lips has basically returned to normal.

"Zi Ran." Gu Xiu walked quickly to the side of the bed while untying the tie of the cloak, and sat next to the man in the robe.

"Well, it's nothing serious." Han Mochu smiled and stuffed the trembling bird's nest in the spoon into Gu Xiu's mouth: "Chang Ru said that as long as you take care of it properly in the future, I can still live a long life."

Gu Xiu nodded with this sweet and thick bird's nest in his mouth, then suddenly gasped and coughed: "Ahem, why is this bird's nest so thick?"

"Aunt Wu probably feels sorry for me, and she's afraid that I won't have enough energy after sleeping for so long?" Han Mochu casually put the half-eaten bowl of bird's nest on the small shelf next to Babu's bed, and put his knuckle-boned palm on it, The clothes touched the scars on Gu Xiu's back that he hadn't had time to deal with, and his body dodged instinctively after being touched, and Taifu Han still noticed this tiny movement: "What's wrong with your Majesty's back?"

"Huh? On the back? What's the matter?" Gu Xiu, who was lost and found, seemed to have forgotten that he had slept with the thorns on his back for 20 days. His body felt pain, but he himself didn't feel any pain at all.

"Your Majesty, don't move." Before the matter on his back was resolved, Han Mochu, who had excellent eyesight, saw an abnormal rash through the outer edge of Gu Xiu's neckline: "What is this on Your Majesty's neck?"

"Neck? It's nothing." Gu Xiu raised his neck and let Han Mochu roll up his neckline. He didn't understand why he was the one who hurried back to see Han Mochu, why he looked like a sick person at this moment.

"Chang Ru? Are you still outside?" Han Mochu leaned forward and shouted in the direction of the bedroom.

"Here, what's the matter with you, Han Ziran." Su Che from the outside responded loudly, reluctantly put down the chopsticks with a whole boneless pork knuckle stuck in it, and walked quickly to the inside.For the past 37 days, he stayed in front of Han Mochu's bed day and night. After eating for a long time, his stomach was already very empty. Now that Han Mochu has turned the corner, he naturally needs to take care of himself.For Miracle Physician Su, there is nothing more vital than a plump elbow, especially the one that Pei Lingshu personally stewed with herbs.

"It's been more than a month, Han Ziran, I just had a hot meal with my wife, you look so angry, can't you wait for me to swallow this dinner?!" Complained without hesitation.

"Your Majesty is injured, please help him look at it." Regarding the matter of lifting Su Che off the dinner table alive, Han Mochu didn't feel guilty at all.

"Tsk tsk, you said it was for His Majesty earlier." A little embarrassed, Su Che turned around and took out a handkerchief to wipe the oil on the corners of his mouth, then turned around and said respectfully and seriously to Gu Xiu: "Your Majesty , please take off your clothes and show me."

According to Gu Xiu's words, he took off his new robe, revealing all the colorful scars that he had tossed about these days.

Su Che looked around Gu Xiu, and quickly gave a diagnosis. The large erythema on his neck was wine rash, and the two black and purple strangle marks from his shoulders to his chest were caused by hemp rope. As for the back, it is even worse. There are countless scars drawn by the barbs of the thorns. The barbs on the thorns have hooks. In addition, Gu Xiu scrubbed with hot water hastily before going back to the palace to meet Han Mochu before changing his clothes. The wound that was soaked with water was hot to the touch, and inflammation had already started.

It was Gu Xiu, the invincible emperor from the battlefield, who could not care about such injuries. If it were someone else, he would be paralyzed on the bed early in the morning and unable to get up.

Faced with Gu Xiu's injury to Su Che's head, he was about to explode. From debridement to bandaging, his good brother Han Mochu would never allow him to use fake hands, and the elbow left outside had to be cooled before he could go back. up.

It was late at night, after Han Mochu had eaten the last meal of the day, Ziju became quiet inside and outside. Han Mochu had been ill for more than a month, and the entire Ziju Palace was exhausted. This is a good opportunity to rest and recharge your batteries.

The monarch and his ministers closed the bed curtains together, and the faint candlelight in the tent was reflected on the curtains as warm as stars.

Gu Xiu, whose wound was slightly inflamed, was suffering from a low-grade fever at the moment, facing the wall, lying motionless on his side, not knowing whether he was awake or asleep, while Han Mochu lay flat on the couch, his eyes opening and closing.

"Ziran, Mr. Su wants you to go to bed early." Although Han Mochu didn't say a word, and Gu Xiu didn't look back, he knew that Han Mochu must have been up right now.

"Your Majesty can go to bed early, but Your Majesty has to tell me exactly how your body is hurt." Han Mochu discussed the conditions with someone in the dark: "Otherwise, I have something on my mind, so I can't sleep peacefully."

"Hmm..." Gu Xiu hesitated a little, but after realizing that he really couldn't find a better excuse, he finally decided to tell the truth: "I heard people say that as long as you sleep in the thornbush for 49 days What you ask for will come true. When you fall asleep, I can't help Mr. Su, so I can only try my own way."

In fact, Han Mochu had already guessed eight points of Gu Xiu's answer the moment he saw the scars on his body. He knew that Gu Xiu would not have a good time in his deep sleep, and he could only imagine the bloodshot eyes in his eyes when he rushed back in a dusty body. But when he really heard Gu Xiu say it himself, his already dull heart seemed to be hit by some blunt instrument, it was stuffy and swollen, and it was still tingling.

"Sleeping in the thorn bushes, doesn't it hurt?" Han Mochu turned over and formed a ring with his arms, hugging the circle in his arms as if away from him, and scolded in a warm voice: "How can you believe the rumors? Yun Chi also takes it seriously So stupid."

Gu Xiu leaned his body back, trying to fill the only gap between himself and Han Mochu, he spoke in a low-grade fever, his voice was lower than before: "If I was lying here on the 37th, you Don't you believe it after hearing this?"

Han Mochu was taken aback by Gu Xiu's rhetorical question. If it were Gu Xiu lying here today, let alone a bush of thorns, he would jump right into a charcoal fire pit, and he would not care about the gains and losses of authenticity.

Because, if people are really in such a desperate situation, they seem to have an indescribable attachment. Sometimes they know that it is a scam, but as long as there is half hope in the scam, then this person is willing to believe it.

At that time, no one could tell Gu Xiu when he would wake up and whether he could wake up. Isn't this kind of long-term and aimless waiting a hopeless situation for Gu Xiu?

"If it's really the other way around today, and His Majesty wakes up and sees his ministers like this, I'm afraid he will burn all the thorn bushes in the Great Zhou territory." Han Mochu accepted Gu Xiu's approach, put his arm under the man's body, and the whole body He hugged the person over.

"Don't Zi Ran want to burn it? These thorny vines are all produced in the mountains of Gyeonggi-do. There are no such fresh thorns in this season in Beijing."

"Okay, I will ask the Ministry of Officials to revise the book and local officials tomorrow, and burn all the thorns produced in Gyeonggi Province." Han Mochu followed Gu Xiu's words and continued to talk and laugh, letting someone lean in his arms and pull his palm: " But before that, I would really like to ask which unscrupulous slave dared to give His Majesty the spirits, and I want the Secretary of the Inner Palace to teach him a lesson."

"I took the wine myself. At that time, I couldn't fall asleep for days and nights. I thought I would be able to rest for a while when I was drunk, but I don't know why the more I drank the wine, the more sober I became." Gu Xiu held Han Mochu's hand. Palm, fingertips dotted on the palm of the person: "I think there is something in my heart that makes me so drunk."

Han Mo didn't know how to respond to Gu Xiu in the first day, should he hug and cry with Gu Xiu and complain to each other?Or should I hug him tightly and tell him tearfully, how much he loves me?The joys and sorrows of life, death, and adversity that they have experienced in the past few decades have been too much. Sometimes even if they say one more word, it seems that they have failed the kind of worldly and far beyond love between the two of them. Cherish each other.

He silently kissed the top of Gu Chu's hair, flattened the palm of Gu Xiu's writing hand, and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty is in the palm of the minister, what are you writing?"

"Guess what." Gu Xiu didn't answer directly, but slowed down the speed of his fingers, slowly writing stroke by stroke in the palm of his hand.

Han Mochu closed his eyes, and calmed down to feel the touch of his fingertips across the palm lines.

One point, one point, one horizontal and one hook, one skimming and one folding, one skimming and one long horizontal.

Following these strokes, Han Mochu slowly outlined the handwriting in his mind. When Gu Xiu repeated it for the third time, Han Mochu opened his eyes and said the answer: "Your Majesty wrote the word An?"

"Yeah." Gu Xiu stopped his fingertips to express his agreement, and then folded his palms together with the person, hiding the word "An" written on the palm of the person like a treasure: "Yi'an Yi'an, Yongyi Chang'an. When Ziran was young, The alias, it sounds really nice."

"Yun Chi likes it, so you can call me like that in the future." Han Mochu slowly clasped his fingers tightly, following Gu Xiu's wishes to protect the word "An" written on his palm tightly.

"I thought about it a lot during Ziran's coma. At first, I thought that Ziran was seriously ill because I had committed too many crimes over the years. After thinking about it, I spent half my life conquering the world, pacifying the government, and rescuing the people. There are countless people, and countless people have been killed. It is hard to tell whether it is merit or evil. Since Yongxi ascended the throne at the end of the 23rd year, it has been 23 years since the spring and autumn. Everyone praises the Mingjun of the prosperous age." Gu Xiu comfortably raised his head halfway in Han Mochu's arms, and met his four eyes: "But I am just an ordinary person, and there are times when I can't ask for it. For example, your life and death, I can't help you. I can't ask for it."

"If you can't ask for it, Your Majesty won't be unable to ask for it." Han Mochu hugged him, his tone was heavy and urgent: "I will never let Your Majesty have nothing to ask for."

"If you ask too much, you won't get it. If you're too greedy, you won't get it." Gu Xiu raised his head, rubbing his forehead lightly against Han Mochu's chin: "In the end, I'm too greedy. I want to shake the world, and I want the country to prosper. I want to return all the territories of the four directions to the soil of Zhou, and I want the kingdom of Zhou to last forever. These things are not something that a single monarch can achieve. If I insist on this, there will be disasters. So I decided to only ask for one thing in the rest of my life. "

"What do you want Your Majesty to ask?"

Han Mo first asked this question because he wanted to wait for Gu Xiu to give him an affirmative answer. He would hold this answer in his heart and follow it for half his life from now on.

Gu Xiu completely turned his body away from the person's arms and hugged him instead, the necks of the two intertwined, this posture is exactly like ear-to-eye contact.

His voice was extremely soft, and he paused every word: "I want to ask you to be safe forever, forever safe forever."

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