After raising the emperor, he always wanted to marry me

In Bianjing Chaotang, there is a rumor.

His Royal Highness the King of War, who is brave and skilled in battle, is a martial lunatic.All the attention was paid to the military camp, all the favors and entertainments were only given to the trusted official Han Mochu.

Han Mochu is gentle and talkative, modest and magnanimous, and well-informed, and he is very popular among the Qingliu households in Bianjing City.

In addition, Gu Xiu, the king of war, has never formed a party since he entered the court, and has always maintained an upright attitude.Therefore, even those families who have always prided themselves on being noble, Han Mochu can often push the lintel.

Over time, in Bianjing, no matter whether it is a noble family or a poor family, they are all willing to make friends with the King of War and Han Mochu.

At that time, King Gu Hong's longevity period had just passed.An invitation card painted in red and gold was sent to Zhan Wang's mansion, and the invitation was not Zhan Wang, but Han Mochu.

The invitation was sent by Zhongqin Chancellor Han Ming's mansion. It was Han Li, the second son of Han Ming's mansion, who was happy to have a son. On the first day of next month, he invited his colleagues in the court to celebrate with him in the mansion.

When Gu Xiu saw the invitation, his first reaction was to throw it into the stove and start a fire with Aunt Wu.However, Han Mochu stopped him and said, "Your Highness, today's invitation is no different from previous invitations. Why did you burn your highness?"

"Master, don't you think this is a Hongmen banquet?"

"I naturally know that this is a Hongmen Banquet." Han Mochu weighed the wedding invitation in his hand, raised his lips and said, "This Mr. Zaifu is just trying to find out about the minister, since he is not afraid of being caught by the minister. , what do you have to be afraid of?"

On the first day of September, there was an autumn rain with snowflakes in central Beijing, and the temperature dropped sharply.

Some officials and people in Beijing who are afraid of the cold have already changed into cotton clothes on this day.

On this day, Han Mochu took care of several batches of military equipment purchases for Gu Xiu as usual, and in the afternoon, he changed into his normal uniform and took the rituals he had prepared early in the morning to ride to the door of Zhongqin Chancellor Han Ming alone. .

Han Mochu has not set foot here for nearly 20 years since he was kicked out of the house by his mistress when he was four years old.

Han Mochu is a very early child, and he still remembers some things that impressed him when he was two or three years old.

The general location of this mansion has not changed much from his vague impression, but with the continuous expansion and expansion of the patriarch Han Ming, it is no longer possible to see that this was once the mansion of a fifth-rank official.

At that time, Han Mochu was the most unnoticed existence in the house. His mother had to do a lot of work every day, so he often ran around the house, touching some fruits and pastries that others would not eat to fill his stomach.Sometimes when people see him, even the most lowly slaves can spit on him or scold him.If unfortunately he meets the mistress, both he and his mother will inevitably suffer a severe beating.When he was beaten, his weak mother always protected him and prevented the sticks from falling on him.

In Han Mochu's ignorant impression, his biological father, Han Ming, never appeared at all.It is no wonder that he has been in Beijing for many years, and now he is an official in the same court as his biological father, so he only regards him as an ordinary vassal and counselor beside the King of War.The spying on him only stopped at the level of the orphan adopted by Mr. Yi Ji.

Now that he has re-entered the gate of this mansion as a foreign minister, none of his relatives who have real names can see how humiliated he has been in this mansion.

He and his mother are like the two wild dogs picked up and raised in this house. If they are lost, they will be lost, and if they die, they will die.

"Han Canjun has arrived. I am really disappointed. Please take a seat."

In front of Han Mochu is today's host, Han Li, the second son of Han Ming's family who is loyal and diligent.

He and Han Mochu are still brothers of his mother, but he is far from Han Mochu in terms of charm and appearance, and there is no trace of any blood relationship.It's no wonder that although Han Mochu has the same surname as this mansion, no one has ever thought of Han Mochu's blood relationship with this mansion.

"Congratulations to the Second Young Master today." Han Mochu returned the courtesy with a warm smile and took his seat calmly. No one could see the turmoil in Han Mochu's heart just now.

"Han Canjun came late today, so he should be fined three glasses of wine."

"Yes, yes, we all know that Han has joined the army in large numbers."

After Han Mochu entered the table, several young officials who had a good relationship with him in the court saw him arrive and toasted and talked with him.

"Okay, I accept the punishment." Han Mochu took the cup, drank it three times with a smile on his face, turned out the bottom of the cup and showed it to everyone: "So, are you satisfied?"

"No, this cup is too small, Han Canjun is slipping."

"That's right, let the little boy come over for a big cup."

"Hey, it's not your host today, what are you talking about. The old man has always hated you bastards who don't know your level." The oldest person at the table at Han Mochu's table was Li Tong, a court official, stroking his beard. He scolded: "It's not that you don't know how unkind the man Han Canjun followed on a regular basis. If you get Han Canjun drunk and return to the army and he finds out, you will be punished for him?"

"That's right, His Royal Highness Zhan Wang's temper really doesn't give anyone face." Hearing Li Tong's words, the little military officer who was looking for someone to exchange for a big cup just now lost his arrogance.

"Han Canjun, you said that you were originally the prince's young teacher of His Royal Highness Zhan Wang, and you have taken care of His Highness in the palace for so long, and now you are following him around like this, why don't you have any affection?"

"Your Highness has always been impartial, especially in the military." Han Mochu frowned and smiled lightly: "This is still written in the book I taught in the past, so I don't think there is anything wrong with Your Highness."

"Thanks to Han Canjun's patience, he was able to guard His Royal Highness Zhanwang. I heard that there are no serious butlers and accountants in Zhanwang's mansion. It is really hard work for you to be an official of the palace." Another person held it up. The wine cup took advantage of the excitement and said: "Actually, it stands to reason that Han Canjun should be a serious family at your age. Today, the second son of Han is not a few years older than Han Canjun. Now you have both children. Han Canjun, you are so decent. With such talent, as long as you say you want to marry, this big media in Beijing will guarantee that Han's entry into the army will be broken."

"You guys don't know something." Han Mochu sighed at the right time: "When I was in Guangling in Xiajiu, there was a marriage contract, and the woman died before she got married. Later, Mr. Yi found an expert to do the divination. A hexagram, the hexagram says that it is not suitable for me to marry in this life, otherwise there will be disasters. That's why I have been a widow until now..."

Everyone was surprised when they heard the words, then they all shook their heads and said: "Oh, what a pity, what a pity..."

Among them, the one who shook his head the most was Mrs. Li Tong. His daughter was 17 years old. Two months ago, she glanced at Han Mochu from a distance in front of Zhanwang Mansion, and fell into lovesickness when she returned home.

Originally, he wanted to get close to Han Mochu, so he settled the matter.Who would have thought that Han Mochu, with such a godly character, would be a widower who suppressed his wife.

Three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.All the guests and friends at the table got up to say goodbye.

Han Mochu also got up and wanted to leave, but Han Li stepped forward and stopped him: "Han Canjun, my father has invited you to the inner hall for a while."

After waiting for half a day, I finally got to this point.

Han Mochu naturally did not refuse, following in Han Li's footsteps, bypassing the winding flower halls and corridors, he secretly remembered all the scattered furnishings in this mansion.

Sometimes, even the most inconspicuous decoration in this mansion can become a sharp weapon to bring down an important minister when necessary.

Above the inner hall, Zhongqin Zaifu Han Ming was not wearing an official uniform, but a homely brown sunflower-patterned shirt. The man who had just passed fifty was not old, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of scheming.

Although Han Ming and Han Mochu are father and son, they are two completely different people standing opposite each other.

Most of Han Mochu's appearance followed his unusually beautiful mother.But between his brows are the edges and corners honed by his acquired martial arts, and Mr. Yi Wei's bearing cultivated by countless poems and books.Even if all the sons raised by Han Ming's mansion were pulled together and tied together, they still couldn't reach half of his size.

Therefore, Han Ming would never have thought that he, an old fox who was so sophisticated and played tricks, would have such a fairy-like son as Han Mochu.

"Han Mochu, my lower official, I have met Lord Zaifu."

"Han Junjun doesn't need to be too polite." Han Ming straightened his clothes casually, with a half-smile on his face: "Sit down."

"Lord Zaifu, I'm not sitting down anymore. If you have orders, you might as well just say it." Han Mochu straightened up and stood in front of the person, and said calmly.

"I've always heard that Han Canjun is very smart, so I don't think I need to talk to you anymore." Han Ming picked up the teacup in his hand, took a sip, and said in a deep voice: "An old saying goes, a good bird chooses a tree to live on. Han Canjun has such a character that he is willing to submit to a front-line army with no real power?"

"Returning to Mr. Zaifu, the lower official is not someone who seeks high positions. Today, I can go with the flow and join the army for one term. It is very good to have some uses. The lower official has his own heart and does not want to ask for anything else."

"Do you not want to ask for more, or do you dare not ask for more?" Han Ming squinted his eyes, focusing on Han Mochu's upright body: "I can give you two ways in front of me, one is to make a living, and the other is to be reduced to nothing." Dust's dead end, how you choose is up to you."

"Lord Zaifu, I don't want to choose the two roads you mentioned. I have my own way to go. The end of this road is not up to you, Mr. Zaifu." Han Mochu raised the corner of his mouth , smiled extraordinarily softly: "I don't even know, the lower official. Are you keeping the lower official in this mansion today to attract influence for yourself, or for His Royal Highness King Xuan?"

"Han Mochu!" Han Ming jumped up angrily, standing in front of Han Mochu and said aggressively: "What do you think the war king you are picking up now is? Don't you know his origin? Do you really think His Majesty will?" To entrust a prince like him with a heavy responsibility? Don't think that you are great because you have given him a future now. Have you thought about the future like this today?"

"Lord Zaifu, even if you are in your own mansion right now, you should be a little bit taboo about what you say." Han Mochu still had a smile on his face, and his eyes were firm: "Besides, the same sentence as the next official, do you say no to the next way I want to go?" Forget it, Jun Xin, it doesn’t count if you say it.”

"Hehe, okay." Han Ming clapped his palms and said with a smile: "I really admire you a little bit, you are indeed the proud student taught by Mr. Yi Wei. It's a pity, you won't survive tonight."

"What? Master Zaifu still wants the life of the subordinate?" Han Mochu said with a soft laugh: "Today countless people saw the subordinate come to your house for a banquet, and you left him alone to talk, so he lost his life right now. Are you not afraid of being pursued?"

"Pursuant? Who will pursue it? King of War?" Han Ming turned around and sat down on the original seat: "Although you were having a banquet at my house, you were robbed and killed by bandits on the way back. Is it possible that His Royal Highness King of War can still come to meet you?" Is this officer going to die? Even if the investigation continues, the person who will pay for his life has already been selected. After you heard these words today, do you think this officer will let you live to bring these words to the King of War?"

As soon as Han Ming finished speaking, the guards in the hall rushed over. The two held down Han Mochu's arms, and the two put the sharp blade on his neck.

Han Mochu glanced around hurriedly. Apart from Han Ming and Han Li and his son, there were only four or five guards with knives in the hall.He had no problem breaking out of the yard.

But if he resisted today, he would be charged with wounding immediately.Zhongqin Zaifu Han Ming is a first rank, and there are at least a few hundred guards and soldiers in the mansion.As long as Han Ming wanted to kill him, even if he rushed out of the courtyard, he would not be able to leave the gate of the mansion.

Han Mochu admitted that his actions today were indeed rash.

He desperately wanted to come back and take a look at the courtyard where he used to live, maybe he could recall some memories about his biological mother.

This is the place where he was born, but it has nothing to do with him.

The people he faced tonight were all his blood relatives.What's ridiculous is that the group of people didn't know his identity at all, and they didn't even investigate whether the child who disappeared in the chaos was dead or alive.

When facing this group of people, Han Mochu had to force himself to forget the bullying and bullying in the past, the grievances and grievances surging like a tide, and the indelible nightmare in his memory.Preserving the appearance of a stranger in front of these blood relatives.

Even he, Han Mochu, would inevitably get confused.

"Han Mochu, I advise you to think clearly, can you be protected by just relying on that single-minded war king?"

"Lord Zaifu, who do you think this king can't protect?" A clear and calm male voice came from the courtyard.

The guards holding Han Mochu abducted heard the sound and immediately stepped aside.

The person who spoke was Gu Xiu. At this time, he was wearing a well-made ink-colored python light fur on his shoulders, a golden jade python crown on his top, and a slave with a blue nose and a swollen face in his hand. He dragged him all the way to the inner hall, and flung it to In front of Han Ming.

The little servant shivered tremblingly at Han Ming's feet: "My lord, His Royal Highness Zhan Wang brought many generals with swords and armor into the mansion, and the little ones really couldn't stop them!"

"What do you mean, as a royal family member, I still need to use the word "Chuang" when I go to a minister's house?" Gu Xiu raised his cold eyes and looked at Han Ming who was obviously unexpected: "Master Zaifu usually teaches like this. House slaves? This king wants to know who gave them the courage to stop the king of the country."

Han Ming frowned, and the second son Han Li, who was standing beside him, understood, and immediately stepped forward and kicked the little slave in the stomach heavily: "You presumptuous thing, who told you to stop His Royal Highness Zhanwang! Who asked you to stop?" Stop it!"

"Okay, this young master doesn't have to teach my slaves like this." Gu Xiu glanced at Han Mochu in the hall, and his eyes quickly settled on the scar on Han Mochu's neck after being held hostage by a sharp knife, and turned to The tone became colder and colder: "Han Mochu, you are taking leave this afternoon to come to the residence of Lord Zaifu for a banquet. Do you know what time it is now? As a former soldier who joined the army and failed to return, what should you do?"

"Yes, I'm guilty." Han Mochu cupped his fists and saluted Gu Xiushen, and said softly, "It's just that today's incident happened for a reason, after today's banquet, Mr. Zaifu stayed behind to speak, and there was a delay. Please punish him. "

"Is that so?" Gu Xiu snorted coldly, then turned to Han Ming with frowned eyebrows: "Then what Sir Zaifu said, is it over?"

"Return to His Royal Highness Zhan Wang, I'm done talking." Han Ming, who had rolled on the tip of the front knife countless times in the cold autumn rain, unexpectedly had a layer of sweat on his back for some reason.

He really didn't expect that Gu Xiu would break in with his life at this time.

"Since we're done talking, then this king will be taken away." After Gu Xiu finished speaking, he tilted his head in the direction of Han Mochu.Han Mo understood at first, and saluted Han Ming with a smile: "Thank you for today's hospitality, I will take my leave."

"Han Canjun is being polite." Han Ming raised that hypocritical smile and saluted Gu Xiu: "Respectfully send off to His Royal Highness Zhanwang."

Gu Xiu had just taken a few steps when he suddenly stopped as if remembering something.Without saying a word, he turned around and went to the inner hall, overturned the table in front of Han Ming, and the teacups and vases on the table were overturned, covering Han Ming's body.

Han Ming dodged in shock, frowned and said, "His Royal Highness, what do you mean!"

"Master Zaifu saw it? This is the difference between you and this king. Even if this king overturns your table and hits your people, you still have to respectfully call this king His Royal Highness." Gu Xiu walked Han Ming stretched out his heavy hand and patted Han Ming's shoulder twice: "So the king is the king, and the minister is the minister. You are the uncle of Chaozhong Humerus and the fourth brother of this king. This king respects you from the heart. .But if you insist on looking for embarrassment and tricking the people around me, the king will not set a table next time."

After Gu Xiu finished speaking, he led Han Mochu towards the front of the hall.

"War King!" Han Ming shouted sharply.

Gu Xiu stood on both feet, looked sideways, and said coldly, "What's wrong?"

Holding back his anger, Han Ming's face turned blue, his lips trembled, and he bowed deeply to Gu Xiu's back: "His Royal Highness, please go slowly."

After Gu Xiu and Han Mochu left, the furious Han Ming kicked the little slave who was rolling on the ground to death, gritted his teeth and said, "Go, go to Yushi Zhongcheng's mansion to send a letter, saying that Zhan Wang Ye led the swordsmen to surround the prime minister's mansion, we Let's see if you, a wolf cub, can bear this crime!"

It was windy and cold at night, and lights were burning in the commander's tent in the camp on the outskirts of Beijing.

Han Mochu wiped the blood off his neck casually, found the ruler that hadn't been moved for a long time, pulled Gu Xiu's left hand and pulled it down heavily.

"Han Mochu, why did you hit me?"

"Leading troops into the city under curfew, doesn't Your Highness know what crime this is?"

"know."

Han Mochu mustered all his strength and twitched again: "Then your highness is still going? Why can't your highness learn what it means to think twice after all these years? With swordsmen at night, and privately besieging the mansion of important ministers, does your highness know that the Yushitai is full of people? That man from Prime Minister Han, if you put up a memorandum, everything your Highness has right now will be destroyed, you know!"

"know."

"Your Highness knows everything, so why do you still commit the crime?" Han Mochu's swing was too hard, and his shoulders were a little numb when he hit it with a foot.

Gu Xiu bent his straight arm in pain, but he still didn't make a sound after all. Instead, he gritted his teeth and asked, "If I don't come today, how do you plan to end? The knife is already on your neck." .”

"If His Highness doesn't come, I can only pretend to surrender. In the future, I will be responsible for the mediation and restraint. Why is Your Highness worried about these things?" Han Mochu held the ruler in his hand, raised it high and dropped it heavily.

"Have you thought about how many troubles you will face after you pretend to surrender? I don't want you to be blackmailed because of me, and you will be in a dilemma afterwards. Do you have to bear it and bear everything for me?" Gu Xiu spread his palms and wrinkled Frowning, looking at the bloodshot flesh on the palm: "And I didn't use the soldiers in the camp tonight at all, they are the imperial guards patrolling at night!"

"Forbidden Army?" Han Mochu was taken aback when he heard the words, and the ruler he raised in his hand stopped in mid-air: "Your Highness means that those movements are..."

"It was to lure him to join me on purpose." With a sullen face, Gu Xiu withdrew his red and swollen palm, turned his back and said in a low voice, "Before you hit me next time, you might as well ask me first. If you don't ask, why don't you?" You know I didn't think twice?"