After raising the emperor, he always wanted to marry me

In the 23rd year of Yongxi, late spring and April.

A hearty rain fell in the middle of Beijing.

Today, there is a big bustle in the bustling city of Qingyunfang in Bianjing City to watch.The house of Zaifu in the past has ended in the end of all five clans being wiped out today.

Except for the patriarch Han Ming who died violently in prison, there were 230 adult males in the five ethnic groups.

Within today, everyone will be killed on the spot and their heads will be decapitated.

I heard that Han Ming is a treacherous minister who killed Zhongliang, and today he is dealing with the family members of these ministers.Regardless of the heavy rain, the common people would rather hold an umbrella to watch the excitement.

The execution took place at three o'clock in the afternoon, and in order to grab a good position where they could see the blood clearly, the common people gathered here one after another since dawn.

At the same time, there was heavy rain in the imperial city.

After the court meeting, Gu Hong personally took Gu Xiu by the hand and brought him to the side hall of the Xuanzheng Hall, saying that he had prepared a coronation ceremony for him.Gu Xiu forgot to find it when he was supposed to hold the crowning ceremony last month.

After all, I saw two little eunuchs struggling to lift a long pole from the inner room!The gun was presented to Gu Xiu.

long!The length of the spear is more than eight feet, the barrel is made of hollow iron, and a golden dragon drawn with golden lines hovers on the barrel.On the gold-plated gun hoop is Yun's family crest, a small auspicious cloud pattern.The crimson gun fringe is soft and slender, and the spine of the gun is as sharp as a mirror, reflecting Gu Xiu's incredible face.

"Father..." Gu Xiu stretched out his hand and hung in the air hesitantly, looking up at the king in disbelief.

"Take it, this is Tai Tai! The dragon-swimming spear that Emperor Zu gave to the Yun family was used by your mother. Now that you are an adult, I will give it to you now."

"My son, thank you, Father." Gu Xiu knelt on his knees, thanking the emperor for his kindness.

This is the first time Gu Xiu has seen this gun, and this gun represents all the glory of the Yun clan in the past.

At that time, the Yun clan followed Tai!The ancestor emperor fought north and south.After the founding of the country, too!The ancestor emperor personally made this handle engraved with the dragon pattern of the Tian family!The gun was given to the Yun family, symbolizing the supreme gratitude and trust towards the Yun family.

Gu Xiu solemnly held the barrel of the gun with both hands, and stroked it from top to bottom.The cold iron gun barrel instantly became warm, which could burn the blood in a person's body to scalding.The voices of his mother and his ancestors he had never met seemed to be heard in his ears, telling the glory and past that belonged to them.

And he wants to carry on.

"Go, go and show your mother and elder sister." Gu Hong patted his son's shoulder with a relieved and relaxed expression on his face.

Because it was raining outside, Gu Hong ordered the commander!The gun was packed in a sealed wooden box, carried on both sides by two strong eunuchs.Following Gu Xiu all the way, he walked to the side of Han Mochu who came with the dynasty.

"Come with me to say hello to the queen mother."

When Gu Xiu said a word, several clever little eunuchs rushed over to hold umbrellas for the two of them.The handle that Han Mochu was originally holding was also snatched away.

The two of them were surrounded by such a group of people and walked on the palace road to the inner palace.

"It's rare that His Highness is willing to let so many people follow." Han Mochu walked slowly in the shadow of the tarpaulin umbrella, his gentle eyes were mixed with a little depression that might be affected by the weather.

"Since we're going to take a different path in the future, we have to get used to it, right?" Gu Xiu tilted his head and involuntarily looked at Han Mochu's side face, which he had to stand on tiptoe to see when he was a teenager.That face is handsome but not handsome, beautiful but not vulgar, like a fairy in a painting but eating fireworks in the world, like the scenery of the passing moon but not cold and lonely.

Han Mochu is a down-to-earth person, walking by his side.

Pass through the imperial garden and walk on a quiet palace road.

Not far away, came a lonely and lonely figure.The figure was wearing a dark gray robe and a black cloak, and his whole body was drenched by the rain.The crown she wore on her top was crooked, her temple hair was scattered and was stuck to her face by the rain, her face was pale and pale, and her lips were blue from the cold.

As the figure got closer, Gu Xiu and Han Mochu finally realized who it was.

King Xun Gu Yan.

Concubine Han died of illness late last night, King Gu Hong allowed him to come to see his mother for the last time before returning to the mansion to continue confinement.

All the servants in the palace avoided him like the plague, and no one wanted to follow.

On a cloudy and rainy day, the cool spring breeze makes people feel drenched.

Han Mochu still remembered the year when he first entered the palace, it was hot and humid.

He walked along this palace road holding Gu Xiu's hand, and was embarrassed by Yu Quansi's evil slave.At that time, it was Gu Yan who rescued him and Gu Xiu.

At that time, Gu Yan was still a young man of the royal family with a calm gait and a proud manner, surrounded by many well-dressed servants, holding the prey he had just hunted, and standing in front of him with his head held high.

On that day, Gu Xiu tugged on his sleeve for the first time and called him Master.

"Fourth brother." When Gu Yan hugged his shoulders and passed Gu Xiu's team, Gu Xiu stopped him.

Gu Yan will turn his head, his dull eyes are full of resentment.

Gu Xiu took an oilcloth umbrella from a young eunuch, walked up to the man and handed the umbrella over.

Gu Yan sneered, and pushed aside the cloth umbrella in Gu Xiu's hand: "I don't need you to pity me."

Gu Xiu grabbed the umbrella in his hand, lifted Gu Yan's lapel, and pressed his gaze on Gu Yan: "Anyway, he is also the prince of the dynasty, don't be like a bereaved dog."

Gu Yan gritted his teeth, and broke Gu Xiu's hand from the lapel.Taking advantage of the opportunity, he took the handle of the umbrella from Gu Xiu's hand, solemnly straightened the skirts that had been ripped apart by Gu Xiu, straightened his back, and wiped away from Gu Xiu's side without looking back.

Gu Xiu braved the rain and walked back to Han Mochu's side, walking side by side in the direction of Fengyi Palace.

"Your Highness, why did you help him just now?" Han Mochu's question seemed unintentional.

"He was born with pride, and he has always lived under the stars. Han Ming and the Han family created a dream for him, claiming to be the crown prince, and now he suddenly woke up and fell into the clouds..." Gu Xiu looked at the front of his eyes. Raindrops falling from the edge of the umbrella: "Seeing him like this today, I will remember that year when I first returned to the imperial city, I was punished by my father to kneel in Fengxian Hall for a day and a night. I couldn't tell the way back. I can only hold on to the palace wall and walk. Counting nine days in the middle of winter, I was almost frozen to death, and no one stopped to ask along the way."

"Then how did His Highness go back in the end?"

"I don't know, I just know that when I opened my eyes, Elder Sister was beside me, rubbing my hands and telling me not to be afraid."

Han Mochu didn't ask any more questions. Although he and Gu Xiu always talked about everything, they rarely mentioned the past.It was mentioned by chance today, and Han Mochu understood it in a flash.Why did Gu Xiu rush to Monan on the night when he received the handwritten letter?

When Gu Xiu and Han Mo first left the palace, it was already three quarters of the hour.

The lunch was cooked by Empress Meng herself, and Princess Qingzhao was also there, enough for Gu Xiu to wait until the rain stopped before leaving the palace.

Gu Xiu's Zhanwang Mansion is located in Zhuquefang in Bianjing City, and it is connected to the most prosperous Qingyunfang.

After the rain stopped, the two rode horses side by side on the street back home.Gu Xiu was carrying the Dragon Spear on his back, hip!The next ride is fifty gold.The flow of people seen along the way was scattered in twos and threes from Qingyunfang.Walking in the opposite direction of the flow of people, pedestrians also become more and more dense.

Stepping into the downtown area of ​​Qingyunfang, the soldiers of the Bingbei Road in the two cities are scrubbing the street with the rain, and the sunlight evaporates the moisture after the rain, bringing a faint smell of blood.

Not long ago, 230 of the Han family died here.

No one collected the corpses of the exterminated families, and the Ministry of Punishment found a unified burial place for burial.

As soon as the cart pulling the corpse left, it almost passed by Gu Xiu and his wife.

Han Mochu's expression suddenly became a little ugly, and he was at a loss for what to do with the smell of blood in the air.He is not unaccustomed to bloody people. On the battlefield, he often holds dry food with bloody hands and sends it to his mouth expressionlessly.He also didn't know why he was like this today, not only was he depressed and nauseated, but even the hand holding the rein was also numb.

"Master? What's wrong with you?" Gu Xiule stopped beside Han Mochu.

"It's nothing." Han Mochu shook his head, "Let's go."

Not too far away, I saw a group of female prisoners who had their little fingers cut off, bloody tied into a string, escorted by several officers and soldiers, coming from the opposite side.

Because of the large number of people, Gu Xiu and Han Mochu also stopped by the side of the road along with the crowd that had been pushed aside.

"I have seen His Royal Highness Zhan Wang, I have seen Han Canjun." The leader of the team was Cao Mingshu, the deputy commander of the Imperial Army, and he immediately stepped forward to salute Gu Xiu and Han Mochu who were standing by the side of the road.

Because today is a major punishment, the two divisions of the Dali Temple of the Ministry of Punishment combined have insufficient manpower.So I borrowed two teams from the imperial army, and it was the official letter of secondment signed by Han Mochu himself.

"Exemption."

"Thank you, Your Highness." Cao Mingshu glanced at the female prisoner behind him: "The humble official was ordered to escort the criminal minister Han Ming's family to be convicted today. Do you have any orders from Your Highness?"

"Nothing, you go."

After such a brief stop, the first old woman chained among the female prisoners was Han Ming's first wife.Having just experienced a catastrophe, she unconsciously raised her face, and happened to see Han Mochu on horseback.

Han Mochu's handsome face reminded her instantly of the peasant girl whose beauty made her mad with envy more than [-] years ago.

"Ah... ah ah..." the old woman screamed in panic, as if she had seen a ghost.

Seeing this, the soldier on the side beat the old woman's back with the handle of the knife in his hand: "Be honest!"

Han Mo on the horse gave the old woman a first look. The dirty old woman was the mistress who pushed him and his mother out of the street when he was a child.

No matter how many years have passed, Han Mochu still remembers this woman and the vicious old nanny beside her.The old nanny would always chase him around with a bamboo stick.

Just because he picked up half of the pastry that his brothers didn't want.

At that time, he was so weak that he couldn't even hold a bigger pillow, so he could only be rubbed like a kitten.

At that time, he and his biological mother seemed to have never had a full stomach.His mother's thin and shriveled arms always made him sore and painful.

Those dim and scattered memories rushed to my heart at once, as if my heart was hit by a heavy blunt instrument, and it was stuffy and painful.

Cao Mingshu, who didn't know why, saluted Gu Xiu and Han Mochu again, and dragged the group of female prisoners across the downtown area.

"Master, let's go." Gu Xiu called Han Mochu.

"Your Highness, you should go back first." Han Mochu lowered his eyelids, and said softly, "I want to talk to ordinary Rushuo today. I haven't seen him for a long time. I'll go back to the palace later."

Gu Xiu originally wanted to ask something, but in the end he didn't ask, he just nodded and said, "Okay, you should come back earlier."

When the time of Hai was about to pass, Han Mochu still didn't come back.

Gu Xiu lit a lamp in the study, while reading the military reports, while waiting for Han Mochu to come back.

I don't know how long I waited, and suddenly there were a few painful cries from outside the house.

Gu Xiu looked through the window screen, and vaguely saw Su Che holding Han Mochu's half body under the big moon, dragging forward, and shouting, "Help! Come on! He's dying!"

Gu Xiu put down the pen in his hand, walked out of the study quickly, frowned and said, "Mr. Su, what's going on?"

"How do I know what's going on? This guy came to me this afternoon and said he wanted to drink, but he insisted on getting drunk." Su Che held Han Mochu's arm and complained, "Drink as you want, there are seven altars in total. He drank six and a half altars of the best Drunken Immortal, and the remaining half of the altar just clings to life and death without letting go, and he drank himself like this without even interjecting a word."

Gu Xiu glanced at Han Mochu who was resting on Su Che's shoulder, standing unsteadily, holding a half jar of opened wine in his hand, and said something vaguely in his mouth.

Gu Xiu and Han Mochu have been inseparable for so many years, and Han Mochu seldom even walks briskly on weekdays, let alone being so drunk.

Aunt Wu, who lived in the wing room, also ran out, and was startled when she saw this scene: "My Buddha, did it fall into the wine tank or something?"

"It's nothing, Han Canjun is drunk. Aunt Wu, please make a sober soup and go rest." Gu Xiu lifted the limp Han Mochu from Su Che's shoulder: "Mr. Lao Su is here today, you go to the concierge Take a warrant from this king, and the imperial army in Xuncheng will not stop you."

"Okay, okay, I see. Your Royal Highness Zhan Wang, please keep an eye on him, don't let him drink himself to death." Su Che adjusted his clothes angrily. Could it be that Han Mo gave a treat once in this life, and he still Didn't take a sip, what kind of goddamn shit is this?

Gu Xiu supported Han Mochu and took two steps. After thinking about it, he dragged his knees to his chest, walked back to the bedroom where the man was in the study room, and put him on the bed.

"Master, give me the wine." Gu Xiu first pulled off Han Mochu's official boots, and then reached for the wine jar he was holding.The hazy-eyed Han Mochu immediately fought with him.

"Give it to me, you can't drink any more."

Gu Xiu grabbed the edge of the wine jar and didn't let go, no matter how Han Mochu pulled Gu Xiu, he didn't move.The drunken Han Mochu didn't have enough strength, so he got impatient and bit Gu Xiu's wrist.

"Hiss..." Gu Xiu frowned in pain, and under the condition that the guarantor would not be injured, he pulled his wrist back with all his strength, and pushed the forehead with one hand, and dragged the wine jar that the two were fighting for to the ground in a flash. On one side, it was smashed to pieces: "Han Mochu, what exactly do you want?"

The sound of the wine jar shattering caused Han Mochu to raise his eyes, those eyes that were usually planning and calculating, became sleepy and lazy at this moment: "His Royal Highness Zhanwang, what are you doing here? You should go and take a good look at your brother His Royal Highness, he should be suffering right now, what are you doing here?"

"Han Mochu, what did you say?" Gu Xiu's words made Gu Xiu lose his head. Could it be that he was drunk today because of King Xun?

"Hehe, isn't Your Highness just blaming me for being cruel?" Han Mochu held on to the bed frame to support half of his body, and said cruelly: "Yes, I am cruel! I am that monster who has no father or brother, and who doesn't know what a blood relative is! "

"Han Mochu, please be sober. Do you still know what you are talking about?" Han Mochu's words made Gu Xiu even more confused. Could it be that he gave the umbrella to King Xi today, which made Han Mochu worry too much?

Even so, Han Mochu wouldn't make himself like this?Since the first day he knew Han Mochu, Han Mochu had never held back what he wanted to say to him.

Today's Han Mochu is too abnormal.

"I know, I know it all. I just don't know what a family relationship is, because I don't deserve flesh and blood, and I don't deserve blood relatives." Han Mochu said, hanging his chest, as if he was going to smash himself into pieces with so much strength like.

Gu Xiu didn't know what happened to Han Mochu, he only knew that Han Mochu was very sad right now.He could only grab Han Mochu's two wrists, pull him into his arms, and hug his body to his back: "Who says you are not worthy? Who says you are not worthy? You have me, and I will be your flesh and blood , I will be your blood relative. I can do whatever you want, I will protect you, take care of you, make you happy, make you happy, let you live as you want. If you think it is not enough, then you say you want Whatever, I can give you whatever you want. Whether it’s life or people, I’ll give it to you.”

Gu Xiu felt that he was also drunk, probably because of the smell of alcohol on Han Mochu's body.

Otherwise, how could he hug Han Mochu and say such things?Or he's crazy, or he's dreaming.What would Han Mochu think when he heard this?Would it feel like he was forcing him to respond to himself?

He knew that Han Mochu was an extremely smart person, no matter how hard he tried to hide his thoughts, he couldn't hide it from him.But Han Mochu didn't change him in any way.Perhaps in Han Mochu's view, maintaining such an unspoken status quo is the best status quo.

Gu Xiu is also willing to live like this forever, just live like this.

"Your Highness, the hangover soup is ready." Aunt Wu's voice came from outside.

"Okay, you go to rest." Gu Xiu supported Han Mochu to lean on the soft pillow beside the couch, got up and went to the outside room to bring back the hot bowl of hangover soup: "Master, how about this?"

If Han Mochu hadn't been drunk, Gu Xiu, a tough iron-blooded general, probably wouldn't have spoken in such a coaxing tone: "Drink, it's sweet."

Gu Xiu took the spoon and put it close to Han Mochu's mouth, Han Mochu turned his face away without showing any face: "I don't want it."

"Drink it and you will feel better tomorrow."

"Don't drink, it's not good." Han Mochu reached out and pushed the bowl aside, shaking his head repeatedly.

Gu Xiu was holding the bowl, neither handing it nor receiving it.If he and Han Mochu were the opposite now, Han Mochu would have knocked on the bed with a ruler, or opened his mouth and poured it directly.Han Mochu's current appearance made him reluctant to say any serious words, let alone pour this bowl of hangover soup into it.The only way he can think of now is to coax Han Mochu into taking a sip: "Master, just take a sip, will it work?"

"I won't drink...I won't drink..." Han Mochu slid into the quilt and lay down, pulled the quilt to cover his face, and said in a low voice, "I want sugar water eggs, sugar water eggs... sugar water ...Egg..."

Han Mochu babbled on the words Tangshuidan and fell asleep.Gu Xiu, who was still awake, was left to clean up the mess with him.

The next morning, Han Mochu finally woke up from the hangover. The result of the heavy drinking the day before yesterday was that his body was weak today, his head was swollen, the back of his head was aching as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, and his temples were throbbing. , The throat was burning like a fire.

Seeing that he was awake, Gu Xiu reached out and handed him a glass of water.

Han Mochu gulped it down in one gulp, the burning in his throat eased, and his sanity slowly recovered.

Yesterday was the day when the whole family of the Han family was sentenced to crimes.Han Mochu originally thought that he could survive without any disturbance.

This time, he really overestimated himself a bit.

That night, he wore that fine attire and went to the prison to meet Han Ming for the last time.He left a whole body for Han Ming with a cup of clear poisoned wine, fulfilling his only filial piety as a son of man.

In doing so, he wanted to bid farewell to the past of his childhood.

But after he met Han Ming and said those words with Han Ming, he found that he was even more unhappy.Maybe it was because of mourning for his mother, maybe because he was sad because he didn't protect his mother well, maybe because Han Ming still didn't know what he went through and felt wronged.His real and anonymous relatives still didn't care about him, let alone know his existence.Only the mistress who had done something wrong saw him as if she had seen a ghost.

Anyone who is a son of man has never had full expectations for his parents.But in the end, his little hope was still in vain, and there was no need to ignite it again.

Those who trampled on him when he was weak are gone now.He should have had the pleasure of revenge.

But when he saw the blood of those people yesterday, his heart felt like a heavy stone was pressing down on him.Perhaps this is the case between blood relatives and blood relations.Even if you are unfamiliar and don't care anymore, after the farewell, you will feel sad in your heart.

"Are you feeling better? Today, I will help you and I took leave from the previous dynasty, so you can take a day off." Gu Xiu took the cup from Han Mochu's hand and said softly.

"Go back to Your Highness, the subject is much better. Excuse me, Your Highness, was the subject rude yesterday?" He remembered half of the drinking with Su Che last night, and half didn't remember.He remembered that he seemed to be making a lot of trouble, but he couldn't remember exactly what caused the trouble.It seemed that because the person opposite was Gu Xiu, he instinctively started to toss, and the only bit of grievance and depression in his heart was vented out.

People seem to be like this, the closer they are to the people, the more indulgent they will be.

"No." Gu Xiu shook his head, hid the bruised tooth marks on his wrist in his cuffs, took a small bowl from a small table beside him, and handed it to Han Mochu: "Here you are, sugar water eggs."

Han Mochu took the bowl with both hands, and there were two round, white poached eggs lying in a bowl of brown sugar water. The steam was steaming, making people's eyes wet.

This bowl of sugar-watered eggs was the only thing Han Mochu had in mind. He had forgotten the taste of the food his biological mother made for him when he was young.All he knew was that it was the only sweet thing he ever had on his toughest days.It was probably because he said it last night when he was drunk, and Gu Xiu remembered it in his heart.

"Thank you, Your Highness." Han Mochu held the bowl and blurted out, "Did Aunt Wu do it?"

"No, I made it." Gu Xiu replied calmly, "I don't know what a sugar-watered egg looks like, why don't you try it?"

"Okay." Han Mochu took a sip with a spoon, and found that the sweetness was moderate, and it was well cooked. He couldn't help being a little surprised: "Your Highness, when did you learn how to cook?"

"You said you wanted to eat it, and the king made it without much effort. If you like it, the king will cook it for you again." Gu Xiu's tone seemed to be a culinary genius.

"My God!!! Which ancestor did it!!!" Gu Xiu's aura hadn't even breathed out, and Aunt Wu stood at the door of the outer room with an empty bamboo basket and asked her guilt: "Little master, you He said, why are all the sixty eggs I bought yesterday gone? And those two cans of brown cane sugar, where are they? If you want to eat sugar-watered eggs, tell me that you can’t do it? Spoil something?"

"This king just wants to try to see if he can do it, so let's try." Gu Xiu turned his back and knocked on the table with one hand guiltily.

"If you try, you won't have to try all the eggs? This kitchen can't even get your feet down, and the boiled eggs are scattered everywhere by mice, and the bowls and plates are smashed by the night cats who catch mice." Hey, my little ancestor, when did you learn to be naughty?"

Holding the small bowl in his hand, Han Mochu wanted to laugh but couldn't, so he could only cough twice and said, "Aunt Wu, go to the cashier and check my account for five taels of silver, and pay for the kitchen dishes and eggs, is that all right?"

"Come on, I can't say anything about this young master. Anyway, Mr. Joining the Army was originally a junior teacher. You can take care of yourself when you are naughty, young master." Aunt Wu threw the empty basket in a huff, and rushed out to buy eggs without looking back. up.

"Cough." Gu Xiu's face was sullen, his ears flushed with embarrassment: "You..."

"It turns out that the sugar-watered eggs made by His Highness are one of a kind, no wonder they are so delicious." Han Mochu smiled and ate up the two eggs in the bowl, not even a mouthful of soup left.

A bowl of warm sugar water fell into his stomach, and the unhappiness in Han Mochu's heart yesterday was completely washed away.

"It's good if you think it's delicious." Gu Xiu took the empty bowl and put it aside, and moved a short pier to sit beside Han Mochu's bed: "By the way, my lord has something for you."

"Huh? What is it?"

Gu Xiu turned his head and took out a finely crafted gold lock from his pocket, and stuffed it into the person's hand pretending to be casual: "For so many years, you have never mentioned your birthday. The official file of the Ministry of War found that your birth date recorded on both sides is different, so I don’t care about any date, and you can take it if it is given to you.”

Han Mochu took the golden lock with both hands and held it in his palm for a closer look. The lock was shaped like auspicious clouds, and the whole body was pure gold.One side is inlaid with an excellent pigeon blood red stone, and the other side is engraved with the words "longevity and longevity".There are also four small golden bells hanging below the lock body, engraved with four patterns of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum.

"Your Highness, why did you think of sending the minister's longevity lock?"

"Because Mr. Su said that people who are too smart don't live long." Gu Xiu replied solemnly.

Hearing this, Han Mochu laughed out of nowhere, and sighed, "Tsk tsk tsk... Your Highness is so crazy..."

"What's the matter? Isn't this lock bad?" Gu Xiu's brows knit together again. He drew the pattern of the Longevity Lock, and everyone in the gold shop said that the drawing was not bad.The color scheme of red and gold, he thinks it is the most eye-catching color in the world, could it be that Han Mochu thinks this longevity lock is not good-looking?

Isn't it good looking?How festive.

Like, the color used when welcoming the bride and the big wedding.

"No, what I want to say is..." Han Mochu put his hand on Gu Xiu's shoulder, and said to Gu Xiu very seriously as his eyes met: "I will accompany you, and I will accompany you for a long life." .”

Looking at each other, Gu Xiu's heart was confused again, he quickly turned his face away: "Speaking of which, when is your birthday?"

"Returning to Your Highness, the date of birth written on the official file of the Ministry of Officials is the day when I was adopted by Mr. Yi Ji. The date written on the official file of the Ministry of War is the day when I entered the palace." Han Mochu paused and said: "The date of my birth Like His Highness, it is the third day of March."