After raising the emperor, he always wanted to marry me

At the beginning of Xu, the night lights were dim.

In the imperial city, it was rainy in autumn, and the sky was completely dark.Inside the East Nuan Pavilion connected to the Xuanzheng Hall, the lights are brightly lit.

Holding a square tray with ebony borders in his hand, Han Mochu walked from the outside into the East Nuan Pavilion where Gu Xiu lived.

Gu Xiu was dressed in plain brocade clothes, with a silver crown on his top and filial linen, and sat behind the dragon pattern book case.With one hand propping up his forehead, his eyes are slightly closed, as if sleeping.There is still an unfolded memorial in front of him, and there are at least twenty or thirty volumes stacked on both sides of the table.

Since the beginning of the national funeral, Gu Xiu has not closed his eyes much.During the day, he had to deal with state affairs, and at night, he had to go to Fengxian Hall to guard the spirit of the late emperor.The servants in the palace are still able to change shifts, and Gu Xiu, who is the new king, has only one person.

Stay up from morning to night, after the first seven days.Empress Meng returned the empress's book seal and seal by herself, and returned to Jinghua Temple accompanied by Princess Qingzhao.

King Duan Gu Shen was weak, and in autumn he coughed until he became dizzy.Therefore, on the second day after the king's burial, he came with his clan and officials once, and never left the palace again.

Gu You hasn't experienced too many major events in these years.Xu Jingrou, who is in charge of the mansion, has just given birth to her confinement and is still breastfeeding her youngest son.Gu Xiu put him back as well, and he only went to worship with the officials and clan members every day.

During the nine-day filial ceremony, Gu Xiu was the only one who survived the whole process.

Han Mochu walked up to the person consciously and silently, and put the tray in his hand next to the person.

Gu Xiu opened his eyes in a daze, and subconsciously called out: "Master."

"The minister is here." Han Mochu lightly raised the corners of his lips, closed the book of memorials that had been spread out in front of Gu Xiu, and naturally tidied up the table for Gu Xiu: "Why is there no one around Your Highness?"

Han Mochu can't call Gu Xiu His Majesty right now, because according to the system of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the new monarch has to wait for the enthronement ceremony 36 days after the death of the first emperor.

Folk filial sons can observe their filial piety for three years.But a country cannot be without a king for a day, so the three-year filial ceremony was simplified to 36 days, and one day counted as one month.

Three years and 36 months, and now there are still 27 days.

"It's nothing, there's nothing to serve right now, so I'll let them go down and have a rest first." Gu Xiu rubbed his sore eyelids and regained his energy: "Aren't you going to spend the night outside the palace tonight? The rain is back?"

"I brought Chang Ru back, so I will come back naturally." Han Mochu put the bowl of amber concoction in front of Gu Xiu: "Your Highness, take a sip, this is Chang Ru's awakening soup. That year when Enke was launched in Beijing, it sold like crazy in the imperial city.”

"So, Mr. Su is willing to stay?" Gu Xiu held the porcelain bowl, raised his head and suffocated the bowl of awakening soup in one gulp.Sure enough, I felt refreshed, and my eyes were bright.

"Yes. He is willing to stay with His Majesty along with the minister." Han Mochu gave Gu Xiu an affirmative answer.

Since the death of the first emperor, households inside and outside Beijing have been wearing mourning clothes.Su Che closed his small clinic, released his little buddy, and carried the money he had saved over the years.Hanging around in front of the palace gate with a bundle in his arms, he was caught twice by the guards and finally discovered by Han Mochu.

"Ziran, it's time for us to go home." Su Che happily grabbed his arm and pointed in the direction of Baiming Mountain: "Aren't you done with what you should do? Let's go, let's go back." go home."

"Chang Ru, I can't go yet."

"Why? Why can't you leave? Why can't you leave? Before you said you would return after repaying your kindness. He has become the emperor, and this kindness has been repaid. We should go back to our own place, right?" Su Che stubbornly pulled him forward, but he couldn't move Han Mochu no matter what, so he could only give up out of breath: "Han Ziran, how long are you going to stay by his side! What's so good about in the capital?"

"Chang Ru, I promised him that I will live a long life with him." Han Mochu knew that Su Che was a very simple person who only liked strange ancient books on prescriptions.He had no way to explain to him the world that he and Gu Xiu expected together, he could only tell him that he had made a vow to others, and he could not break his promise.

"Why are you like this! When you were a child, you promised me so many things! You didn't do everything!" Su Che shook off Han Mochu's hand, and asked with a full face: "On the New Year's Eve when I was six years old, did you agree? In order to save me a chicken leg, I went out for a while, and you ate both. When I was nine years old, I climbed a tree and agreed that you would follow me at the bottom, but the husband told you to forget about me. When I was ten years old..."

"Chang Ru." Han Mochu softly interrupted Su Che: "How about staying with me?"

"Stay here? I don't want to stay here! Is this a good place? I've been helping you all these years and I've almost murdered and set fire to you! What do you think I'm doing for? Also! The little emperor is the old emperor's own son! It’s not uncommon for the royal family to turn their backs if they say they’re going to turn their backs! Today you are his good teacher and helpful friend, but tomorrow? If you want to leave tomorrow, it’s too late, you know!”

No matter how many years have passed, Su Che doesn't like the hustle and bustle in Beijing, the hustle and bustle of horses and sedan chairs.I don't even like Han Mochu's days of planning and planning, walking on thin ice.He felt that both he and Han Mochu belonged to the peaceful and comfortable paradise of Baiming Mountain, where they could live freely and carefree.

There is a gentleman, there is fruit, and every day is simple.

Seeing that Han Mochu was unmoved, Su Che put on a small burden with a determined face: "Forget it! If you don't come with me, I will go back by myself!"

*******

Today, Han Mochu originally wanted to leave the palace to see Su Che off.

Who would have thought that Su Che, who had a determined face that day, actually said to him with a bigger burden on his hips, "I've decided, I'll stay with you."

"Chang Ru? Why are you suddenly?"

"Let's just say it first, I didn't stay here because of that little emperor." Su Che carried the huge burden, tilted his head and muttered in a low voice: "If I leave, won't you be hurt by no one? You always love to die, and you never take good care of yourself. The bumps and bumps on your body seem invisible. You don’t eat well, and you don’t sleep well. What you promised others is a long life, I I can't let you die at forty."

"En." Han Mochu nodded with a chuckle, as if a heavy stone fell to the ground in his heart.As long as a person relaxes in his heart, his expression will be softer than usual.

"Don't be moved, don't be moved, as a good brother who is seven months and eight days older than you, shouldn't he take care of you?" Su Che carried the big bag in one hand, and put his arm around Han Mochu's shoulder with a complacent expression on his face: " Mr. Yi is over a hundred years old, from now on the big brother will protect you!"

"Thank you..." Han Mochu smiled, and said softly, "Chang Ru...Brother..."

Han Mochu's words made Gu Xiu's heart settle down.He knew the relationship between Su Che and Han Mochu, just like him and Gu You, except that they were not related by blood.Su Che staying in the palace can save Han Mochu from many worries.

"Since that's the case, has Master thought about how to arrange an official position with Mr. Su?"

"Chang Ru has specialized in the art of hanging pots since he was a child. The former Imperial Physician ordered Zhang Ji to retire. If His Highness trusts him, you can give him the post of Imperial Physician."

"The Imperial Physician's order can be regarded as a fourth-rank minister." Gu Xiu frowned and said, "Is it too low?"

"It's often like nothing else. The order of imperial physician is the highest position he can take up." Han Mochu said: "If the minister is favoritism at this time, give him a court position. If he can't match it at that time, is it right?" Something will happen."

Han Mochu will always be like this, and will not make Gu Xiu feel embarrassed.Although Gu Xiu is only the new emperor at the moment, he can still afford a decent imperial position.

But Han Mochu would neither ask for it nor let him give it.

"Since you agree, that's fine." Gu Xiu stood up from behind the desk, slightly loosening his stiff back.A bowl of awakening soup makes him full of energy.

At this time, the evening incense should have been offered before the spirit, and it is time to observe the filial piety again.

Gu Hong's descendants are not related to each other, and the ostentation of the national funeral is supported by the guard of honor of the Ministry of Rites.Compared with the great funeral of Prince Rong An who was a thousand years old that year, it can be seen just by looking at the number of people attending this ceremony.

After the first seven days, Gu Xiu is almost the only person who can come and go in the main hall of Fengxian Hall.Gu Xiu hurriedly pardoned those little eunuchs who were crying along with him tonight.

"Master, accompany me to the funeral."

Han Mochu hesitated for a moment, but still smiled suddenly: "Okay, I will accompany you."

On a rainy night in late autumn, the air is filled with damp cold that invades the bone marrow.

In the Fengxian Hall, the huge coffin of the first emperor Gu Hong stands upright. The three-tiered altar table is about three feet long and nine golden tripods stand on it.On both sides of the spirit brand incense candles with a height of one person, green smoke curls up.The ever-burning lamps that filled the room illuminated the hall as if it were daytime.

The heavy rain hit the bricks and tiles on the roof of the hall, and the water droplets flowing down the bricks and tiles formed a rain curtain in front of the four open gates of Fengxian Hall, covering the two figures in the hall together. Under the freehand dream.

Gu Xiu and Han Mochu sat opposite each other on the soft and spacious futon, guarding the stove where the sacrifice was burned, and could not feel the coldness of the autumn rain outside the hall.Han Mochu is the first courtier to accompany the new king to guard the spirit since the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

As the new king, Gu Xiu never seemed to regard him as a courtier.

"Your Highness." Han Mochu held a handful of millet stalks in both hands, and stuffed them into the stove in front of him.The burning of millet brought up scattered lights of fire, and behind the shrouded light and stars was Gu Xiu's upright figure: "I still remember the last time I came here, it was seven years ago."

"Yeah." Gu Xiu also filled a handful of millet into the stove, and said in a gentle tone: "That day, I was punished for fighting with Sixth Brother. You walked back to Guiyun Palace from here with me on your back. You even nailed a sand table Give me the shelf. Baode seems to have sealed all those things in the warehouse, and when the matter is over, go back and look for them, and they may still be there.”

Han Mochu nodded, and couldn't help recalling the beginning: "Your Highness, when it comes to His Highness King Ning, I have always been curious about one thing."

"What's the matter?"

"Your Highness, have you ever thought about the day when you can live like His Highness King Ning?"

Gu Xiu regained his senses, and after serious thinking, he shook his head: "Never thought about it."

"Your Highness, haven't you ever imagined that one day you can live a more relaxed life?" Han Mochu looked around at the solemn and solemn Fengxian Hall, and suddenly found that Gu Xiu didn't seem to be the same as the children of the same age that year. indulged.

"Haven't I been comfortable enough these years?" Gu Xiu asked back: "From childhood to adulthood, everything I do is what I want to do. It's the same with studying, practicing martial arts, and leading the army. As well as managing military affairs, it’s all what I wanted to do in my heart. Born in a family of imperial power, can you walk on the path you want to go, isn’t that considered comfortable? ”

Gu Xiu's answer was an affirmation of Han Mochu.

Han Mochu supported his shoulders and walked step by step to today.Let his arms have strength, make his spine straight, and let him have the ability to control his own destiny.Whether the king is indifferent, whether the situation is in the middle of the court, or whether it is open or dark, he can treat it as nothing.

For Gu Xiu, this is the real comfort.

Han Mochu happily raised the corners of his mouth, and filled another handful of millet into the sacrificial furnace.

Gu Xiu is indeed Gu Xiu, he is not an ordinary person.There is an innate sense of fate in him.

It was as if it was doomed from the moment he fell to the ground, what kind of path he would take in the future.So those things that seem to be tribulations to outsiders, seem to be a kind of experience to Gu Xiu.

"Your Highness really deserves to be His Highness chosen by the minister, and the minister's hard work these years has not been in vain."

Gu Xiu frowned, and leaned forward involuntarily: "Didn't you say that you followed me because you had no choice?"

"Really? I have a bad memory." Han Mochu tapped his forehead lightly with his fingers: "I forgot."

Gu Xiu stared at the person for a while, then sat back down.

For so many years, Gu Xiu has always known that Han Mochu is actually hiding something from him, and he doesn't ask if Han Mochu doesn't tell him.

Because no matter how many things Han Mochu has kept from him, he is still the Han Mochu who is dedicated to him.

There is no doubt about this.

This point is also the tacit understanding between him and Han Mochu, and Han Mochu never asked him about his experience before entering the palace.In the eyes of the two of them, it is a very stupid behavior for two people to weep and count their grievances and scars.

Instead of that, it's better to practice the sword in your hand a little faster.

"Then if the emperor hadn't posted a list to signify the young master, would you still come to my side and accompany me on this journey?" Gu Xiu tilted his head and looked at where he didn't know.

"Yes." Han Mochu lightly straightened his sleeves and said with a warm smile, "If His Majesty didn't show signs that the prince was a young teacher, then I would take the imperial examination to become an official, or go directly to Beihuang. This is the fate of my minister and His Highness." , even if there are mountains, rivers, sun and moon, thorny shoals, I will walk to His Highness no matter what."

Han Mochu used the word fate very appropriately. People don't believe in fate, but sometimes they have to believe it.

Gu Xiu and Han Mochu are really similar.

They are children born on the same day of the same month, and they have all been burdened with hatred and pain of one kind or another since childhood.

But none of them turned that resentment into a shackle, but turned it into strength.

A force that can both protect each other and be strong on its own.