After raising the emperor, he always wanted to marry me

In the 21st year of Yongxi, October was cold.

A rare north wind blew in central Beijing, and it snowed heavily.Without warning, it entered the midwinter season.

At dawn, Su Che stood under the [-]-year-old small pine tree in the courtyard of Zhanwang Mansion to practice Wu Qinxi. The dry and cold air made people who had been stifled all autumn feel comfortable.

"Chang Ru, look up."

While Su Che was exercising, someone suddenly called out and raised his head without thinking.The moment Su Che raised his head, he saw the pine branches trembling above his head, and a lump of snow fell on his face.

"Pfft...bah...cough cough cough...it's going to kill me." Su Che wiped his face, twisted his body and roared: "Who! Who is so wicked!"

"Me." Han Mochu stood behind the tree with a smile on his face. Just as Su Che was about to argue with him, he raised his foot and kicked it firmly on the pine tree trunk. The snow on the entire branch fell off like an avalanche. With Su Che alone.

"Han Ziran! Stop! I won't bury you in snow today, and my surname is not Su!" Su Che groaned at the slush that fell on his face, looking for a weapon to avenge himself in the yard.When he hugged a snowball with a big head and chased after Han Mochu, Han Mochu was already standing behind the early riser Mr. Yi Wei.

"What are you doing? There's so much noise early in the morning?" Mr. Yi Wei cleared his throat and stopped in front of Han Mochu: "Aren't you cold holding such a big snowball?"

"Sir, he was the one who splashed snow on me first! He poured the snow from the tree all over my face, don't you care?" Su Che dragged the big snowball with both hands as if he was about to smash it on Han Mochu's head.

"Oh, little Ziran, let him order it. It's not like splashing you with boiling water, just a little snow. Besides, who made you stand under the tree, you deserve it." Mr. Yi Yi glanced at the white man, and stretched out his hand to grab Han Mochu's wrist: "Come on, let's have dinner with Mr."

Su Che's face slumped, the snowball in his arms fell to the ground and shattered into pieces, he shook his arms lazily: "Sir, I don't want you to be so partial..."

Gu Xiu, who was in the main house, saw the farce in the yard clearly.

After getting along with each other these days, Gu Xiu found that Mr. Yi Ji was really a very partial person.If it is said that Gu Jin's preference for him is on the waist, then Mr. Yi Yi's preference for Han Mochu is simply on the feet.

That day, Su Che dragged his arm to sue Han Mochu, saying that Han Mochu cheated him out of money to buy horses, and tricked him into giving prescriptions to the military camp. He obviously had a salary, but if he wanted food and drink, he had to go to his clinic Picking up money, as if holding his breath, he wanted to take everything Han Mochu had taken away from him all these years, and wanted to get it back all at once.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Yi Ji picked out his ears casually and said, "You are an elder brother, shouldn't you protect your brother?"

During the chat that day, Han Mochu told Gu Xiu that Su Che was originally a little beggar who didn't know his parents, and grew up with a charlatan who sold Dali pills.The liar made him pretend to be dead every day, and then was brought back to life by the medicine.Unexpectedly, when he pretended to be dead that day, he actually fell asleep, drooling while sleeping, disrupting a business.

The liar got angry and whipped him with a thorn in the street, when he was bumped into by Mr. Yi who was going down the mountain.Mr. Yi immediately put the charlatan down, rescued him, and brought him back to the mountain.

I don't know if it was influenced by the sale of Dali Pills, but Su Che has been fond of practicing medicine since he was a child.When he was nine years old, the poison he made killed a poisonous snake.

Mr. Yi Ji was taken aback.

Gu Xiu's palace has fewer people and fewer rules.

On weekdays, he and Han Mochu would eat together in the dining room of his main room, but now that Mr. Yi Wei and Su Che are added, it is just two pairs of chopsticks.

"Good morning, Your Highness." Han Mochu who was being pulled by the wrist nodded towards Gu Xiu.

"Morning, Master, morning, Mr. Yi." Gu Xiu also responded, and sat down in front of the round table for dinner.

"This child is always so polite. What a good child. Mr. likes you."

Almost every morning, Mr. Yi would pat Gu Xiu on the shoulder and say these words.

Not long after, Su Che, who had changed his clothes, also sat down at the dining table, glaring at Han Mochu angrily.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Aunt Wu also brought Baode out of the kitchen with four large bowls. The white air in the bowls was billowing, and the fragrance was overflowing, which could be smelled from far away.

Because the weather suddenly became cold, Aunt Wu woke up early and simmered wontons with chicken soup to repair Gu's body.The other three people are considered to be lucky.

"Morning Miss Wu, Miss Wu has worked hard, Miss Wu, go slowly." Mr. Yi Wei looked at Aunt Wu's back with longing eyes, and sighed with a look of disappointment on his face: "Oh, what a nice girl, but she has a bad temper. good."

Aunt Wu held the tray in her arms, feeling extremely annoyed.

She hadn't heard of Miss Wu's name for nearly 30 years.That evening, the old man with the white beard leaned on the door frame of the kitchen and asked her for two pieces of white radish.She gave it, and the old man actually grabbed her hand and thanked her graciously.

From then on, when the old man saw her, he yelled at Miss Wu one by one, making people feel hairy.Aunt Wu was born as a peasant girl, and she didn't know any other worldly masters and founding fathers.

In her eyes, Mr. Yi Ji is just an incomprehensible old pervert, so don't spoil her little master Gu Xiu.If Gu Xiu and Han Mochu sent troops to send the spirit away in a few days, and the old pervert didn't know how to restrain himself, she would directly send the old pervert to the lord of the yamen official.

Seventy-nine days later, the mausoleum of Prince Rong'an Gu Qin was buried in the imperial mausoleum.For the next hundred days, no one in the middle of the capital could hear the sound of wedding performances.

It is doomed that this new year's festival will be deserted.

Although it is not possible to perform music and celebrate, things such as New Year's greetings and worship are still indispensable.

Since Prince Rong An's funeral was over, those invitations from all over the capital to invite Mr. Yi Ji to enter the mansion poured into Zhan Wang's mansion like a flood from the gate.Everyone wanted to see the Founding Father in style.

Mr. Yi Wei collected those posts, tidied them up neatly, and asked Su Che to bring a lot of them to Han Mochu.

"Xiao Ran, come on, pick out the ones that are useful to you, and the husband will walk around for you."

"Sir..." Han Mochu stretched out his hand to caress the stack of greeting cards, and for a moment he didn't know what to respond: "Sir, you are getting old, you can just do these things yourself."

"Little bastard, don't come here, sir, this is what I dislike the most." Mr. Yi Yi rattled the crutch in his hand: "If you choose, you can choose, don't act like a gentleman who doesn't know you What did Fei go to the capital that year for. You are a child raised by me, as long as you want to do this, the master will guarantee that you will do it smoothly. "

"Actually, sir..." Mr. Yi Wei's words brought tears to Su Che's eyes, and he also moved his head: "Actually, I also want to..."

"What do you think, let's talk about marrying a wife first." Mr. Yi Yi stretched out his hand and poked Su Che on the forehead, then pushed him aside.

Han Mochu didn't refuse any more, and turned around with the stack of posts in his arms, choosing carefully.

There are Li Yi, Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, Wu Yousi, Minister of the Ministry of Households, and Liu Yuan, Minister of the Ministry of War.Meng Changjin, minister of the Ministry of Rites, Zhuo Yi, the supervisory president of the Hanlin Academy, General Meng Shao, the hereditary Dingguo Gong, and Qiao Bin, the minister of Honglu Temple.The most important one is Jiangli, Yin of Jingzhao Prefecture.

Mr. Yi Yi took these invitations, and randomly selected a few from the pile of invitations, so as not to be noticed.

About two or three days later, the carriages that picked up Mr. Yi Ji stopped in front of the gate of the mansion of the War King Gu Xiu every day, and Mr. Yi Ji went to various households in the capital twice a day. It's lectures, or eating wine and banquets.

If someone else changed this move, the king would have intervened early in the morning.But Mr. Yi Wei is such an old man with such a reputation, even stabbing someone to death in the street is not a big deal.As long as he is willing, it doesn't matter how much he tosses.

Yin Jiangli of Jingzhao Prefecture, who had provided the portrait of Mr. Yi Wei for more than 30 years, fainted when he saw Mr. Yi Wei get off the carriage.If it wasn't for his wife supporting him, rubbing his back and beating his chest, this man would not be able to catch his breath, and he might even die.

Mr. Yi Wei was doing well in Beijing, but Han Mochu stayed in the barracks with Gu Xiu.In addition to the court meeting, every day is training troops and dealing with military affairs.

Han Mochu is still hard-working and tireless.

It was night, Gu Xiu took off his armor, put on pajamas, and came to the barracks where Han Mochu rested with a lamp that was as bright as beans, and asked softly, "Master, have you fallen asleep?"

"Huh?" Han Mochu, who had already gone to bed, propped up half of his arms and sat up by the faint light of the fire: "It's so late, why is Your Highness here?"

"I want to talk to Master." Gu Xiu put down the lamp and sat beside Han Mochu's bed.

Han Mochu unfolded his outer robe and put it on Gu Xiu's back: "Is there anything your Highness can't say tomorrow morning? It's cold in the night, isn't Your Highness afraid of the cold?"

"No, there's still something to do tomorrow." Gu Xiu's tone was undeniable.

"Well, what Your Highness wants to say, I will listen to you." Han Mochu gently rubbed his swollen eyelids, he was indeed sleepy right now.In order to sort out all the annual rewards in the general a few years ago, he has stayed up for two whole nights without sleep.

"Master, why did you enter the palace in the first place?"

"Huh?" Han Mochu was still a little puzzled at first, but after thinking about it, he understood: "Your Highness saw the appearance of Chen and Mr. Yi when they were together a few days ago, did you think it was too childish?"

"No, I just think that you must have a good life on Baiming Mountain, why do you want to go to Beijing to swim in the muddy water?" Gu Xiu is no longer a child, he can see everything in many things: "You are Are there any grievances and disputes? If so, I can help you."

"Your Highness, where are you thinking?" Han Mochu raised his lips and smiled, and said calmly, "Do people have to be overwhelmed by right and wrong in order to make progress?"

"A person like you should have a peaceful and happy life, why do you have to work so hard?" Gu Xiu sat on the side of the bed, and moved his body into the bed automatically: "If it wasn't for being here Jingzhong, if it wasn't for me..."

"What kind of person does your Highness think you are? Your Highness has only seen Chen's relaxed appearance when he is with Mr. Yi Ji these days. Does Your Highness know that since he was four years old, he has practiced martial arts four hours a day, four hours a day? To practice writing, there are seven copybooks before going to bed every day. No matter the severe cold or heat, there is never a day wasted. Whether it is riding a bow and horse, or piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, I have worked hard on everything. In order to practice swords, My palms grew thick calluses when I was less than six years old. Every book I have memorized has been cultivated with my heart, and everything I am proficient in now has been worked out overnight. Could it be that your highness Do you think that Mr. Yi Ji gave you everything, and that I have gone through hardships since I was a child just to live a peaceful and happy life today?"

Gu Xiu was stunned and surprised at that moment.

In his eyes, Han Mochu is an omnipotent all-rounder.Han Mochu is extremely talented and extremely intelligent, and he can understand everything with a single click.

It seems that Gu Xiu has never thought about what Han Mochu went through and how much he paid before he became the Han Mochu he is today.

"Your alias in Guangling was Mr. Yi'an, but now you still have the word Yi'an?"

"Your Highness, are you underestimating the minister?" Han Mochu narrowed his eyes: "The word Yi'an is just another nickname that I took out to gain a firm foothold among those literati. I am not a good man who wants nothing. Good people, I want a lot. I have accompanied His Highness all these years until today, and everything is not only for His Highness, but also for what I want in my heart." Han Mochu said a lot in one breath, and it was hard to say it. The drowsiness was gone again.So he simply sat up and put all his energy into preparing to spend with Gu Xiu until dawn.

"Master, then why did you choose me?"

"Your Highness has asked me many times over the years. Did Your Highness think I had any other choice back then?" Han Mochu propped his forehead and said frankly.

"It turns out that Master Han's admission to the palace was only for his official career?" Gu Xiu turned his face away and said in a low voice.

"Then why does the Highness think it's because of it? Could it be because of good deeds?" Han Mochu cleared his throat and said seriously: "I have taught and accompanied Your Highness all these years. Your Highness has worked tirelessly all these years to fight and kill, which has made the King pay attention to you." .Isn’t getting what you want and what you want in your heart?”

Han Mochu's words are very frank, because only such frankness can make Gu Xiu feel at ease.He and Gu Xiu seldom said such words in these years like today, the tacit understanding between them is too strong.Sometimes with just one look, they can understand what each other wants to do.They trust each other blindly, and the more straightforward they speak, the less suspicion will arise.

"Okay, I've finished my words." Under the dim light, Gu Xiu's expression was very bad, as if he had a sense of desolation that he had been disappointed for many years: "It's getting late, and this king has gone back."

Seeing this, Han Mochu raised the corner of his mouth and turned sideways to make room for Gu Xiu, and patted on him: "Your Highness, do you want to sleep with me tonight?"

Hearing this, Gu Xiu lay down beside Han Mochu happily without any hesitation, with his hands on his shoulders, and his side face against his back.

The beds in the army are only about an inch in size, if two strong men were to sleep on them, they would have to lean sideways and cling to each other tightly.

"Your Highness is lying down? Are you comfortable? Are you proud?"

"What do you mean?" Gu Xiu lay on Han Mochu's back, like a docile giant beast: "You left me to sleep."

"Your Highness, coming here in pajamas at such an hour, isn't it just because you hold back and don't want to go back? Isn't it fun to pretend to be unhappy like this?" Han Mochu closed his eyes and let Gu Xiu hold him like that: "Your Highness If you have something to say, you might as well speak it out, it’s tiring to be in a circle.”

Gu Xiu didn't answer, just stuck to Han Mochu's body, and fell asleep motionless.

Ever since the night of Gu You's wedding, Han Mochu heard what Gu Xiu said.There is always a string in his heart, thinking that there should be some measure in getting along with Gu Xiu.

But he can't tell the scale of this measure.

Either way, it's good for both of you to feel comfortable.