After raising the emperor, he always wanted to marry me

The little eunuch led Han Mochu around the palace road for half a day,

Finally arrived in front of Guiyun Palace located in the West Sixth Palace.

Guiyun Palace was originally the residence of the emperor's seventh son's birth mother, Concubine Liang, before leaving the palace.It has been deserted since Concubine Liang left the palace, and the palace gate was not reopened until the Seventh Prince returned to the palace.

The little eunuch led Han Mochu to the gate of Guiyun Palace, stopped moving forward, and stuttered with an embarrassed smile: "My lord, you can go in directly, your highness is copying books in the main room right now, you go in That's good, the little ones will arrange your daily routine in the afternoon."

"Enter on your own? Don't you need to pass it on?" Han Mochu frowned and looked at the shivering little eunuch.

"No, no, no... don't pass it on... His Highness has been banned for three months for violating the palace rules, so he must be above the main room right now." The little eunuch waved his hands again and again: "My lord, I still have a lot of work to do, please trouble your lord to do it yourself." enter!"

After the little eunuch finished speaking, he simply ran away.

Han Mochu didn't know why, so he had to push open the palace gate by himself according to what the little eunuch said.The moment he stepped into Guiyun Palace, Han Mochu only felt two words, that is: emptiness.

In the huge courtyard, there is no servant, no flower, not even an auspicious vat for fire prevention.The unobstructed courtyard is directly facing the main hall of the Guiyun Palace. According to what the little eunuch just said, the Seventh Prince is copying books in the room now.

Standing in the courtyard, Han Mochu saluted loudly: "Your Majesty, the fourth-rank prince, Han Mochu, see His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince."

No one in the main room answered.

Han Mochu took a few more steps forward, and saluted again: "The fourth-rank prince's junior teacher, Han Mochu, see His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince."

What answered him was a square of ink that flew out through the half-hidden door.

The ink sticks flew out without thinking, and Han Mochu easily hid there. Through the gap in the door, Han Mochu vaguely saw a kneeling figure.

Han Mochu raised his lips and smiled lightly, picked up the ink that flew out of the door, pushed open the door of the main room, stood in front of that figure, and saluted very calmly: "My minister Han Mochu, I have seen His Highness the Seventh Prince."

The boy who was kneeling and copying a book raised his head slightly, met Han Mochu's eyes, and said a word coldly: "Get lost."

At that glance, Han Mochu was taken aback.

The seventh prince, Gu Xiu, was born in the third year of Yongxi, and he has just turned 12 now.

But the boy in front of him didn't have any childishness on his face, his handsome and upright face already had the edges and corners of an adult, especially those eyes, with a ruthless aloofness that didn't match his age, like a man in the desert. a lone wolf.Watching it for a long time makes people shudder.

Han Mochu couldn't help but overlap the figure of the boy in front of him with the figure of the woman who saved his life in his memory.They are mother and son, so they must be born alike.

The young man is upright and immovable like a mountain, vaguely showing the legacy of his grandfather's clan's invincible warriors in the battlefield.

Looking around the whole room, except for the small table where Gu Xiu wrote and pen, ink, paper and inkstone, there were no furnishings.

Although it is April weather now, it is the time of warm spring.

But guarding Gu Xiu always makes people feel cold all over.No wonder the little eunuch escaped so fast just now.

Maybe it's the harsh environment in the frontier, maybe the harsh teaching of the birth mother, maybe it's just nature.This young man who was supposed to be ignorant of the world turned out to be like a lone wolf.

But fortunately, he is still young now, at best he can only be regarded as a wolf cub.

"Your Highness, this subject is His Majesty's newly named Prince's Young Master, and I will teach His Highness from now on." Han Mochu smiled and handed over the ink stick that Gu Xiu just threw out just now, even if Gu Xiu's face was a stranger. Recently, he had no intention of leaving.

Seeing that Han Mochu didn't leave, Gu Xiu put down the brush in his hand, and said coldly, "Get out!"

"I came here by holy order, so I can't leave." Han Mochu said, and sat down opposite Gu Xiu.

Gu Xiu lowered his head in silence, and suddenly punched Han Mochu's left cheek.

Who would have thought that Gu Xiu's heavy punch would be firmly wrapped in the palm of Han Mochu's hand: "Your Highness, you need to correct your habit of punching people at every turn."

Han Mochu's crescent-like smiling eyes completely angered Gu Xiu.

Soon, the youth's anger turned into merciless fists and kicks, and Han Mochu also changed from simple resistance at the beginning to an exchange move.

Gu Xiu's strength and boxing skills are much stronger than those of ordinary teenagers.

Han Mochu felt relieved subconsciously, praising Gu Xiu as worthy of being a famous general, if this skill is given time, he will definitely be a great hero galloping on the battlefield.

Even if Gu Xiu is baring his fangs right now, ready to bite him to death.

After thirty or forty moves, Han Mochu intentionally left an opening for Gu Xiu, and Gu Xiu threw him to the ground as he expected, straddled him, clenched his fists, and savaged him with all his strength. He slammed the door hard at his face.

Just when the fist was about to touch the tip of Han Mochu's nose, Han Mochu turned his head slightly, and Gu Xiu's fist hit the brick floor next to his side face.

With great strength, Gu Xiu's fist hit the brick floor with a muffled sound.

Gu Xiu's eyebrows shrank sharply, and his face turned from white to red, which was visible to the naked eye, and then quickly turned pale like a collapse.

Gu Xiu rolled over from Han Mochu's body extremely quickly, turned his back and clutched his wrist.

Han Mochu also got up immediately, patted the dust off his body, and tidied up the papers he messed up during the fight just now.

Those papers were the Book of Filial Piety copied by Gu Xiu, and Gu Xiu's handwriting was surprisingly correct, although he had already copied an inch thick rice paper, but after a cursory look at each sheet, he could hardly see a single ink dot.

"Your Highness's handwriting is really good. It's a pity that such good handwriting can only copy these useless palace rules and filial piety. It's a waste of time." Han Mochu straightened the papers with a smile, and then tilted them down on the paper. The small table on the side stood up: "You said, it would be great if you didn't cause trouble?"

Gu Xiu turned his back to Han Mochu and said nothing.

After the small square table was cleared away, Han Mochu moved behind Gu Xiu again.Relying on his height advantage, Han Mochu clearly saw what Gu Xiu was trying to hide with his back turned to him. The back of the boy's right hand was clenched with bruises, which showed the strength of the collision just now.

If Han Mochu didn't hide, then the bridge of Han Mochu's nose might have been broken by now.

"Tsk tsk, Your Highness really failed to hurt the enemy this time, so you hurt yourself first." Han Mochu didn't have a mirror in front of his eyes, so it was very embarrassing not to see his current appearance.

Gu Xiu didn't speak, but moved himself back to the small square table where he had copied the book just now, picked up the Langhao at hand and continued to copy the book, but his bruised right hand would tremble unconsciously while holding the pen, and he only wrote two or three words. The words left a huge ink blot.

Gu Xiu silently pulled the half-copied rice paper aside, and made another one.

Two more words were written on the new one, the injured right hand was basically uncontrollable, and the handwriting was blurred again. After repeating this many times, Han Mochu finally couldn't stand it anymore, and sat upright in front of Gu Xiu , spread his hands on Gu Xiu's small table: "Your Highness, how about I copy it for you? Anyway, I have both good hands. It's just that the words are a bit ugly."

"No need." Gu Xiu said coldly.

"Your Highness hurt your right hand, how can you write now?" Han Mochu pretended to scratch his head, and after a while he smiled at Gu Xiu: "How about, I teach Your Highness how to write with your left hand?"

"You can run calligraphy with both hands?" Gu Xiu's surprised expression flashed across his face, and the expression was so fast that it was almost undetectable.

But Han Mochu saw it.

"Of course." Han Mochu logically moved himself to Gu Xiu's side, held up the wolf hair beside him with his left hand, and skillfully and smoothly wrote on the paper what Gu Xiu just copied.

The handwriting is smooth and flowing, strong and powerful, and it can't be seen that it is written by the left hand.

The strangest thing is that Han Mochu did not flip through the book from the beginning to the end, and wrote down the rules of filial piety that Gu Xiu copied verbatim.

Gu Xiu sat aside and looked at it for a while, until Han Mochu wrote a full page, and then subconsciously asked: "Have you written it all down?"

"Yes, what's so difficult about it?" Han Mo raised his eyebrows lightly at Gu Xiu: "Your Highness copied this many times, didn't you write it down?"

Gu Xiu was stunned for a moment, but still replied truthfully: "Yes."

"Your Highness, you have to concentrate on reading. If you don't pay attention, you can't remember it. But these punishments are useless to Your Highness. It doesn't matter whether Your Highness remembers them or not."

After all, Han Mochu switched the Langhao brush to his right hand again, and continued to copy books for Gu Xiu. Han Mochu slowly switched left and right for a cup of tea, as if it was purely for showing off skills.

"Are you still teaching or not?"

The little wolf cub finally got anxious.

"Then His Highness always calls you Master, right? This is not the attitude you should have when you ask Renqi to study." Han Mochu was very good at seizing the opportunity to make progress.

"It's fine if you don't teach it."

Gu Xiu stretched out his hand to try to grab the Langhao brush from Han Mochu's hand, but Han Mochu raised the Langhao brush high, and looked at Gu Xiu who had caught it empty with a smile: "Your Highness, I didn't say I won't teach you, but before you teach, Your Highness must first write the brush." Take a look with your right hand, if you have injured a muscle or bone, you must first pass it on to the imperial physician."

"It's unnecessary." Gu Xiu said while turning his head to the side.

He said no, but his body obediently handed the injured right hand to Han Mochu.

Han Mochu was not polite, he pulled the bruised palm and began to check.

Gu Xiu is a young man, his muscles and bones are soft, the blow did not hurt his muscles and bones, but the force of the impact was too strong, causing bruises and bruises.

As Han Mochu's hand strength increased, Gu Xiu's brows gradually tightened.

"Does it hurt?" Han Mochu dragged the back of his hand between his lips and blew a thin breath.

That gentle breeze made Gu Xiu withdraw his hand, and scolded, "Are you a woman? A mother-in-law."

This old-fashioned remark made Han Mochu almost laugh out loud, seeing Gu Xiu's serious appearance, he could only hold back his laughter, and said seriously: "Your Majesty is rude, please forgive me, Your Highness."

"You just say whether you need to pass on to the imperial doctor right now, and you don't need to reply if you have other words."

"Returning to Your Highness, you didn't hurt your muscles or bones this time, you just bruised your skin and flesh. You only need to apply a cold compress with an ice handkerchief, and the swelling will subside within a few days."

"I don't have what you said here."

"Tsk tsk, what a coincidence, I have it here." Han Mochu sighed, and as if he had no choice but to pull out a soft white handkerchief from his pocket, folded the handkerchief into a suitable size, and pulled it over Gu Xiu's right hand. Wrapped around the bruise twice, he said earnestly: "Your Highness, from now on, remember not to hit people with heavy punches again. If you miss a blow, you will be backlashed. You have to know that toughness is easy to break. Just like today. If you really If you want your ministers to suffer, you must learn to catch them by surprise and catch them off guard."

Before Han Mochu finished speaking, Gu Xiu swung his left fist right in front of his face, and he swung around to avoid it without any suspense.

"Your Highness, what I'm talking about is not now." Han Mochu raised his head, smiling very warmly: "If you want to sneak attack, you have to wait until I forget what happened today, right?"

Gu Xiu remained silent with a sullen face, moved to the small square table and sat up straight, holding the wolf hair in his still intact left hand.

Seeing this, Han Mochu walked around behind Gu Xiu, took hold of Gu Xiu's little hand holding the pen, and landed stroke by stroke on the white paper.

This was the first thing Han Mo did with Gu Xiu after he first entered the palace.