After raising the emperor, he always wanted to marry me

The six ministers suddenly lacked three seats, which was the first time since the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty.The king fought with the court and Chinese for two days in the previous court, and finally decided to call the shots himself.

In the evaluation of the Ministry of Officials over the years, three officials who were evaluated for their performance and were not involved in party disputes were selected to stand up.Three letters were written to the new officials, and the relatives of Emperor Wuzong and others came to congratulate him. Even Ning Wang Guyou also came to the door in person to go through two cutscenes.

Only Gu Xiu was unmoved, and only sent Han Mochu and the three of them to present a set of the Four Treasures of the Study.The king was so angry that he stayed in the palace and scolded him.

He was ordered to go to those people's houses and walk around in person, and he was only allowed to come back after drinking a cup of tea.

Gu Xiu, who was scolded, didn't stay in Beijing for a few days, and then led his troops to the border of Xirong to quell the chaos.

This time, in less than forty days, Master Wang fought and yelled for many years, and the Xirong tribe, which was full of soldiers, cried for their father and mother.On the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the chieftain of Xirong went to Beijing to seek peace with a letter of surrender and a large number of treasures, leather, ironware, medicinal materials, livestock, and grain.

In this batch of offerings, Gu Xiu left a box of medicinal materials, a box of leather goods, a pair of coral glass cups, and a string of turquoise gemstone beads.

King Gu Hong, who got the news, was overjoyed.I thought that my previous scolding had enlightened my son, who had been stubborn for many years, and knew how to communicate with others.

Unexpectedly, half of the box of medicinal materials was sent to Gu Jin's Princess Mansion, and the other half was sent to Jinghua Temple.The fur goods entered Prince Ning's mansion, and the glazed cups and gemstone beads were presented to Concubine Li.

The king was so angry that he stayed up in the middle of the night, and in the end it was the kind Mr. Nan Xi who played the piano for him all night, and finally he was able to calm down.

The old eunuch Cui Shang reassured him: "Your Majesty is in the prime of his life, and he has plenty of time to teach you slowly."

In the 21st year of Yongxi, the Mid-Autumn Festival has just passed.

Gu Yan, the king who had been ill for a period of time in the palace, finally recovered, and under the king's instruction, an outsider went to the south to preside over the Qiuwei Enke that year.

The eldest son of the emperor, Sun Yurong, was one year old. At the Zhou banquet, Gu Hong decreed to restore King Rui Gu Zhi's title, and allowed him to return to Honglu Temple and the Ministry of Rites to receive foreign envoys as usual.

Duan Wang Gu Shen, who has always been weak and disabled, also recovered, and suddenly became close to Gu Xiu and Gu You's two younger brothers.They went to the mansion to talk and have a banquet at two ends of three days.

Whenever the two of them went there, no matter whether they were discussing the state affairs or not, even if they were just chatting and joking, they would feel an indescribable boredom.In the end, one said he was busy and the other said he was unwell, so they didn't go.

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At the turn of autumn and winter, Gu Qin, the octogenarian prince of Rong'an, suddenly suffered from a cold.It is most dangerous for the elderly to get sick at the festival.

The Ministry of Etiquette in the court has already prepared everything that the old prince will use for the future generations, and everyone in the family is ready for battle.The imperial physicians of the Manchu Dynasty tried their best to prolong the old prince's life beyond the new year.

King Gu Hong also pulled away and went to the door in person to visit his uncle.

Before the sick bed, Prince Rong An, who hadn't spoken for three or four days, suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed the king's hand, and said word by word: "Call Mr. Yi, call Mr. Yi, quickly call Mr. Yi .”

This sentence really stumped the king.

Mr. Yi is nearly a hundred years old this year, and it is not certain that he will be able to bear this journey.Besides, this Mr. Yi has been hiding from the world for nearly 60 years, how could he come out of the mountain so easily?

The king could only coax patiently for a few days, but it didn't work.On the contrary, the old prince was so angry that he refused to even take food and medicine.

The king was helpless, in order not to bear the charge of unfilial piety.I had to fly a letter to Guangling to inform the magistrate to invite Mr. Yi Ji to come out of the mountain.The central government will send people and horses and carriages to meet him again, and must bring Mr. Yi Yi to the capital within ten days.

What the king didn't expect was that Mr. Yi Ji came down from Baiming Mountain early like a prophet.After seven or eight days of going back and forth, I arrived at Bianjing from Guangling.

On the day Mr. Yi Ji entered the capital, Han Mochu, both a disciple and a courtier, had been waiting outside the city gate with Gu Xiu and officials from the Ministry of Rites early in the morning.

The ostentation was as grand as welcoming a foreign king.

Mr. Yi Wei, as the founding father of the country, was once an important minister of the humerus, and many respected veteran ministers and ministers in Beijing all received his advice when they were young. Even the first emperor was enlightened by Mr. Yi Wei when he was young.If he was serious about it according to this method, King Gu Hong should even call Han Mochu a little master.

Although it is said that Mr. Yi Yi abandoned his high-ranking officials and nobles decades ago, and boarded Baiming Mountain with a roll of summer mats.But after all, he did not tear himself apart with Tai! Emperor Zu, Tai! Emperor Zu often mentioned this Mr. Yi Ji to the late Emperor before his death, and he was full of admiration inside and out.

At noon, the car that greeted Mr. Yi Wei finally stopped at the main gate of Bianjing City. Mr. Yi Wei wanted to get off the car here, and changed into a warm car with light travel and went straight to Prince Rong An's mansion.

In front of the carriage, Han Mochu respectfully saluted the people in the carriage, and said softly, "Please get off the carriage, sir."

The curtain of the car was lifted, and an old man with white beard and hair in the car stood out from the car, wearing a moon-white wide-sleeved robe and holding a birthday stick in his hand.

Han Mochu, who had always been calm and calm, had his pupils dilated for the first time, and he was really surprised.

The old man in front of him is tall and straight, with white hair and a childlike face, the wrinkles around his eyes are gradually opening, his eyes are piercing, his temple hair is neatly tied by a white jade hairpin, he looks like an old fairy.It was not at all the ugly old man he had seen since he was a child, dressed in coarse linen and tied his hair with melon vine wooden hairpins.It really looks a bit like the portrait enshrined in the back hall of Yin Jiangli in Jingzhao Mansion.

Han Mochu thought silently: Could it be that he picked up the wrong person?

Mr. Yi Wei got out of the car with the help of a small official beside him, stood beside Han Mochu, and slapped the dazed Han Mochu on the back of the head: "Little bastard, don't act like you don't know me, sir."

Han Mochu was drawn forward and felt relieved instantly.The old god in front of him is indeed his mentor, Mr. Yi Ji, who has never been serious.

Gu Xiu was riding on the horse and saw Han Mochu get that slap.In the world, the only person who can slap Han Mochu like this is this old Mr. Yi Ji.It was the first time for Gu Xiu to see this Mr. Yi Ji today, and he felt that his reputation really lived up to his reputation.No wonder he can teach an apprentice like his master Han Mochu.

Han Mochu supported Mr. Yi Ji with both hands and walked towards the car, Gu Xiu also got off his horse and came over to greet Mr. Yi: "Young Gu Xiu, I have met Mr. Yi Ji."

Mr. Yi Yi glanced at Han Mochu, who nodded gently.There was a smile on Mr. Yi's face, and he stretched out his hand and patted Gu Xiu's shoulder firmly: "Well, well... he's a good boy... he's really a good boy..."

Gu Xiu and Han Mochu each supported Mr. Yi Yi to change the warm car, and they both got on the horse at the same time and walked side by side.Gu Xiu on the horseback suddenly wanted to reach out and touch the back of Han Mochu's head. He really didn't seem to have touched the back of Han Mochu's head in all these years.I don't know what it would be like to pat the back of Han Mochu's head.

"Your Highness, if you dare to learn from Mr. Yi, I will guarantee that your hands will be so swollen that you can't even hold chopsticks in the next few days."

Before the idea in Gu Xiu's mind could be implemented, he was smashed to pieces by Han Mochu's words.He really didn't understand why Han Mochu knew what was going on in his mind, he clearly didn't say a word, how could he be seen through?

"You don't need to use your left hand to hold chopsticks." Gu Xiu sat upright on the horse's back and whispered.

"Yeah, so I mean two hands." Han Mochu smiled softly and bent his eyebrows. Since childhood, whenever Han Mochu smiled like this, Gu Xiu would inexplicably feel bursts of swelling and pain in his palms, like a piece of Lingering shadows.

Gu Xiu and Han Mochu escorted Mr. Yi Yi's car all the way to the mansion of Prince Rong An's old man, and they both stayed in the upper hall to drink tea. Only Mr. Yi Yi came to Prince Rong An surrounded by the whole family of the palace. In front of Gu Qin's sick bed.

Mr. Yi Yi put the crutch in his hand aside, sat on the side of Gu Qin's bed, held his dead branch-like palm and said softly, "Little Shishi, don't be afraid, I'm here."

That familiar voice made Gu Qin, who had been in a coma for nearly three days, open his eyes, looked at Mr. Yi Wei who was more aged than he remembered, and said with tears in his eyes: "Mr....Mr. ..I miss you so much on Eleven...I miss you so much on Eleven..."

The old prince, who was nearly ninety years old, rubbed his cloudy old eyes and cried bitterly while hugging Mr. Yi Wei's arm.When all the family members saw this, they all knew that this was a flashback.Wiping away their tears, they quietly retreated from the house.

"Little Eleven, it's okay, it's okay, I'm here?" There was no one around, and Mr. Yi Yi comforted Gu Qin's back, just like how many years ago when he was scared and cried by the enemy on the battlefield. He does.

"Sir, there is something I must... must... tell you..." Gu Qin sobbed, moving his old and fat body with difficulty: "You must believe me, you must believe me ..."

"Okay, sir, I believe you. As long as Xiao Shiyi says, sir will believe it."

"In the first year after Mr. left...my emperor brother regretted it...he really regretted it...he regretted that he shouldn't be suspicious of you...he regretted that he didn't listen to your words and insisted on making a third son For the prince...he knows you don't want him...he dare not see you...for so many years...he didn't allow me to find you...forbid me to find you...you...you ..." Gu Qin spoke faster and faster, almost unable to bring it up in one breath.Mr. Yi Chi slowly followed his back, letting him continue to finish speaking.

"Now...I'm going to see my imperial brother...I've told you everything I've told you...Don't...don't blame my imperial brother anymore...OK...OK?" Gu Qin grabbed Mr. Yi Ji's shoulder, as if begging, begging for an answer that would allow him to close his eyes with peace of mind.

"Okay, I don't blame him anymore." Mr. Yi Ji's voice was soft, but firm: "Tell him when you see him on Eleventh, sir, don't blame him."

"Then...Tell him on Eleventh...Tell Brother Huang on Eleventh...Mister don't blame him...Mister forgive him." The old Gu Qin leaned against Mr. Yi Wei's arms, the wrinkles on his face Stretching together with eyebrow peaks, gradually lost breath.

Holding Gu Qin's body that was not yet cold, Mr. Yi Wei slowly took off the well-made man! Leather mask, the face under the mask is handsome and beautiful, at most twenty years old. The portrait on offer in Jiangli's mansion is exactly the same.

"Little Eleven, go to sleep. Mister tells you, Mr. actually never blamed your brother, let alone you and Mr. Sanzi. Mr. just can't see you, and can't stay with you all the time. In fact, Mr. left It's time to tell you. Don't blame Mr., okay?"

The old man in his arms didn't respond, Mr. Yi Wei closed his eyes lightly, and a teardrop slowly fell down.

But soon, the teardrops dried up on Mr. Yi Wei's cheeks, and he put the human leather mask on again, and put the dead man in his arms back on the bed peacefully.

With a cane in hand, he stomped lightly in the room three times.

The relatives and clans outside the house rushed in after hearing the sound, and rushed to Gu Qin's sick bed and cried bitterly.

The author has something to say:

Mr. Yi Wei is the protagonist of another book in this series, "Yi Pin Xian", the pre-acquisition copy has been opened~