After raising the emperor, he always wanted to marry me

Han Mochu sorted out the mountains of military newspapers all day and night.

Tiredness caused Han Mochu, who was suffering from a back injury, to develop a high fever for two days in a row. Han Mochu was hot all over during the high fever, but he was always conscious.If it weren't for the extremely unnatural blush on his cheeks, others could hardly tell that he was a person with a high fever.

During the two days when Han Mo first had a fever, General Gu Xiu settled down in the city and in the city very quietly, so quiet that it didn't look like a country that had just changed hands.

"Your Highness, you won't order the massacre of the city, will you?" Han Mochu joked to Gu Xiu who was peeling walnuts with him while holding a thick black concoction.

"I don't." Gu Xiu's hands froze, he raised his eyes and said seriously: "There was none on the day when the army arrived, so why should I do it now? I just let the old officials who returned from the Jiang Kingdom go to comfort the people as you said."

"Your Highness, can't you tell, is the minister teasing you?"

"Can't hear it."

Gu Xiu lowered his eyebrows again, and meticulously peeled the walnuts for Han Mochu.This is probably the most precious walnut Gu Xiu has ever touched.

The land of Jiang Country is very small, and few people in the city like to eat nuts. This small basket of walnuts was brought back by Gu Xiu and a hundred or so soldiers including Xiong Hu who ran all over the city for a day. I have never fried walnuts in my life, so I baked that small basket of walnuts with the care of metallurgy.

In order to ensure the integrity of the nuts, each walnut was first opened by Gu Xiu with a small iron plate, and then squeezed open with the strength of his fingertips. It took a long time to peel one out.

In fact, Han Mochu didn't want to eat walnuts, it's just that Gu Xiu was a serious child, if he didn't let him do it for him a little bit, he would always have a burden of self-blame in his heart.

Han Mochu held his breath, and drank the soup in his hand. The thick black soup was sour and bitter, and the astringent smell lingered in his throat for a long time. No matter how warm his eyebrows were, he was entangled by a bowl of bitter medicine at this moment.

"Is it very bitter?" Gu Xiu raised his eyes and asked softly.

"It's okay." Han Mochu replied with a smile.

Gu Xiu took the copper pot on the charcoal stove and Han Mochu poured a bowl of clean water, and pushed it to his hand.

"Drinking water right after taking the medicine will damage the properties of the medicine." Han Mochu waved his hand and put the empty medicine bowl on the table, leaning sideways on the soft cotton cushion of the couch, listening to Gu Xiu's soft sound of peeling walnuts, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

"Your Highness, General Ding Quan has sent a military report. General Xun invites you to go to the front of the camp to discuss with him." The person who came to deliver the message was Song Yu, and now he has become Gu Xiu's small banner in front of the camp.

Gu Xiu put away the half-peeled walnuts, patted the dust on his hands, and said to Han Mochu who was sick: "You have a rest, if you need something, call Xionghu, he is on duty outside the camp at the moment. "

"Okay." Han Mochu agreed, wrapped in a blanket.

After Gu Xiu left, Han Mochu didn't go back to sleep. Instead, he put on his clothes and got up and turned over the reconstruction map of the unfinished mountain giant! , the shortcoming of lack of precision in the dense forest has appeared, and it must be adjusted as soon as possible.

When Gu Xiu was here, he was never allowed to do anything related to military affairs, so he could only lie down dryly. Han Mochu always felt that his hands and feet were going to rust.

Taking advantage of Gu Xiu's absence, he hastened to draw the blueprints first, so that these giant crossbows could become a sharp blade for conquering Su Mo Mo He.

Gu Xiu discussed matters in the main tent, and the discussion lasted for most of the day. When he returned to the tent, it was completely dark again.

The news from Ding Quan in the rear is that Zhahe, the leader of Mohe at the end of Sumo, died suddenly, and his son Rongzuo succeeded to the throne, and he has united the remaining nine tribes around him, gathering 20 troops to directly press Dazhou after the winter snow Military base camp.

The main force of the Great Zhou King's Division was supposed to return after pacifying the Heishui Department in the north of Mohe, but due to the heavy snow that delayed the supply, they accidentally took over the land of Jiang Guo.

At present, it is reported that the king dispatched the garrison and the governor's army to send away, and the army cannot leave the land just occupied for the time being, so Gu Xiu and Xun Zilong discussed to divide the army into two groups. This will temporarily calm the hearts of the people until the court sends special personnel to take over, and then return to the rear barracks.

Before Gu Xiu came back, Han Mochu drew the giant! □□Returned to the original place, wrapped himself up with a soft blanket, closed his eyes and leaned on the couch to fall asleep.

Gu Xiu approached quietly, and Han Mochu opened his eyes and smiled at the right time: "Your Highness, are you back?"

"Well, Master has been sleeping since I left?" Gu Xiu took off the cold iron armor, not daring to let the cold air outside the house collide with Han Mochu who was already feverish.

"Yes, I slept well, sir."

Gu Xiu glanced at the bright lights in the barracks, reached out his hand to feel the temperature on Han Mochu's forehead, and pretended not to ask, "Master, why are you still lighting the lamp since you have been sleeping?"

"Cough cough cough cough..." Han Mochu didn't answer, but held his chest and coughed repeatedly.Although his high fever has receded quite a bit now, he always feels that his brain has probably been burnt out.

Because Han Mochu had never been so stupid since he was three years old, and could tell such a lie that could be exposed at a glance.

Later, I must eat all the walnuts that Gu Xiu peeled to replenish my body and brain.

"What's the matter, master?" Gu Xiu sat behind the person and followed the person's back, forgetting the little braid that he had just grabbed with great difficulty: "Do you want to let the military doctor take a look?"

"No...no need." Han Mochu put the cloak on the side of the couch over his back, and in a blink of an eye his expression was normal: "What's going on in front of the army today?"

Gu Xiu picked up the unpeeled walnut again, and told Han Mochu everything about the general.

Hearing that the war was coming, Han Mochu, who had only been wrapped in porridge for two consecutive days with a high fever, suddenly had a big appetite, and he ate three bowls of chicken soup and hot noodles for dinner.

After dinner, he fell asleep under the blanket.In the early morning of the second day, he wiped off the sweat on his body with snow water and rubbed the wound on his back stiff, then put on his armor again and stood beside Gu Xiu.

"Master, the injury on your back." Gu Xiu stroked Han Mochu's straight back through the armor.

"Your Highness, don't worry, it's not summer right now, so there won't be inflammation."

The speed of Han Mochu's recovery caught people somewhat off guard, and even the military doctor suspected that there was some panacea in the chicken soup that Han Mochu drank yesterday.

Gu Xiu, Han Mochu, and Xun Zilong discussed together for another day, and determined the timing of the dispatch of troops accurately in units of hours.

Finally, at noon on the third day, Gu Xiu and Han Mochu led 9 troops and returned to the rear camp. General Xun Zilong led the rest of the people to station here to wait for the handover of the dispatched troops, and took advantage of the opportunity of the garrison to set up camp as Han Mochu stayed behind. Down the crossbow!Drawings, the remodeling of the mountain crossbow used in the general has been completed.

According to what Han Mochu said, Gu Xiu ordered that within these three days, the treasury of the Jiang State should be opened, and all the weapons in the hands of Jiang State's officials and people, including short knives, daggers, etc., would be confiscated with Jiang State's silver coins.According to the re-recording fee, the first person who pays in the first can be rewarded with five taels of silver, and it can only be expired within three days.

All of a sudden, the small country was full of business, everyone rushed to take out the weapons they had at home and piled them in front of Gu Xiu's garrison. Some poor families even donated their kitchen knives that had been used for more than ten years.

"Han Canjun, you have reported all the silver in the treasury of Jiang State to His Majesty, and now it is all gone. How can I explain it when the governor comes in the future?" Old General Xun looked at Han Mochu's command. The little soldiers who were carrying out the money in box after box couldn't help but worry.

"It doesn't matter, when the officials sent by the court arrive, General Xun will tell the truth, let them collect business taxes after the government stabilizes, and let the people return the money."

"Can this be done?" General Xun Zilong's old face had four inconceivable words written on his old face: "Is this action likely to lead to a revolution among the people?"

"So what? How much trouble can a group of citizens who can easily put down their swords and guns for money cause?" Han Mochu folded his shoulders and raised the corners of his mouth, smiling like a spring breeze: "Besides, the citizens without weapons and the sheep in the sheepfold There is no difference, as long as there are rioters, kill them all, right now this is already the territory of the Great Zhou, and those who disobey the rules are not worthy of living."

"Eh... yes... Han Canjun is right." Xun Zilong had lived most of his life, and he was used to seeing titans who drank blood and killed people like hemp.But he has never seen a person who is clearly smiling, but it just makes people shudder.

The day when Gu Xiu and Han Mochu arrived at the camp in the rear army town was the New Year's Eve of Yongxi's 19th year.

In order to relieve the homesickness of the soldiers in the garrison, Gu Xiu, the highest officer in the army, ordered a bonfire to be lit outside the camp, and the whole army shared flat food to keep the year together.

On this day, Gu Xiu and other generals also let go of their usual prudence and rigor, regardless of their ranks, and sat around with the soldiers in front of the brightly lit bonfire, talking about everything .

There has never been a shortage of good-for-nothing people in the army. They form a group and chatter nonsensical words.

"You say, in this battle, who will be the most successful in the army, Your Highness or Han Canjun?"

"Of course it's Han Canjun. In the past year, the head of Han Canjun's account has been saved not only [-], but also [-]? Where is Your Highness? How much does Your Highness have?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I checked, and Han Canjun, like His Highness, is beheaded at level 610 of [-]! It's exactly the same!"

"I heard that this Han Canjun was originally His Royal Highness's young master in the palace, and his intention was to escort the front of the battle. Who knew that he would show such a big face on the battlefield."

"Then who do you think is better, Han Canjun or Your Highness?"

"It's easy to handle. Wouldn't it be okay to let the two of them fight each other on New Year's Eve?"

The words of this small group of people reached the ears of the large troops in front of the formation, and the curiosity of the bloody men in the army was ignited for a while, and they froze around Gu Xiu and Han Mochu one by one.

"Your Highness, Han Canjun, please let us open our eyes!"

"Yeah, let's just open our eyes."

Amidst the booing of the crowd, Han Mochu pulled Gu Xiu's arm: "Try it, it's been a long time since I left the courtiers to fight with His Highness."

"Okay." Gu Xiu's interest was also aroused by the crowd, he stood up and took the spear thrown by the crowd!Gun, backhand behind his back.

"Your Highness, please advise." Han Mochu smiled and flattened the hilt of the sword at his waist, the sharp blade came out of its sheath, and the blade shone with a faint cold light under the moonlight.

Under the moonlight, two people hold a long hair!Guns, one with a long sword.One move at a time, you come and go.

There was a muffled sound when the barrel of the gun collided with the body of the sword, and the chic and neat moves were eye-catching. The occasional dazzling skills of both sides drew thunderous applause and cheers from all around.

The two people in the battle are completely different.

Gu Xiu is like a ball of flames, with long hair in his hands!The gun carried the bravery and vigor of a young man, and it was as powerful as a bamboo. Everywhere the tip of the gun went was a killer move.Han Mochu is like a cold spring, even if the sword's edge sweeps across, the sword's aura is awe-inspiring, it doesn't affect the fairy-like charm around him at all.

After about 120 moves, the two looked at each other, and accepted the move with a tacit understanding.

So far, the outcome is undecided.

The soldiers who were still not finished coaxed again: "The victory is not divided, so it doesn't count. Let's fight again, fight again!"

"Yes, yes, one more fight, one more fight."

"Okay!" Gu Xiu's face became serious at the right time: "You don't need to train tomorrow, do you? What's the trouble now that the son's time is over? Hurry up and return to the camp to change defenses, and all late comers at midnight tomorrow will be punished twenty The batons are all scattered."

Everyone sighed bitterly, and dispersed with full of regrets.

When the surroundings became quiet, Han Mochu stood in front of Gu Xiu, half bowed his body and said with a soft smile, "Your Highness, you are tired from playing, do you want to carry it on your back?"

Hearing this, Gu Xiu unceremoniously grabbed Han Mochu's shoulders and jumped onto the man's back, holding his long hands horizontally in front of the man!Qiang: "Master, in fact, I will be defeated after just seven moves."

"Your Majesty knows, so I'm holding back. Your Highness is the master general, and the master general cannot be defeated." Gu Xiu lay on Han Mochu's back, two solid armors supported the weight of Gu Xiu's body, and Han Mochu felt like this for a while. The illusion that children are three points lighter than when they were young.

Gu Xiu supported Han Mochu's shoulder in a good mood, looked up at the stars above the sky, the full moon hanging high, and scattered snowflakes drifting down, sticking to the tip of his nose, icy and cool: "Master, it's snowing."

Han Mochu also raised his head and followed the eyes of the person on his back to look at the sky: "Yes, and it looks like there will be a heavy snowfall."

"My mother said that snow on the first day of the first lunar month is a good omen."

"His Majesty's mother is right. With this snow, this year must be a bumper year."

"Master, does the injury on your back still hurt?"

"Your Highness, remember now? Didn't you have a good time jumping up just now? If you said it hurts, will you jump down now?" Han Mochu smiled.

"Then I'll just come down." Gu Xiu said, but his body was getting closer and closer.

"Okay, Your Highness, be more honest, and the minister won't hurt anymore."

"Yeah." Gu Xiu tilted his head against Han Mochu's shoulder: "I won't move around."

Carrying the boy on his back, Han Mochu stepped on the snow on the camp all the way, leaving a series of deep footprints.