After raising the emperor, he always wanted to marry me

The late spring night is cool, the breeze pierces the bone.

Song Yu was stripped of his official uniform, his upper body was shirtless, and his hands were hanging above the barracks. The ice under his feet had melted away. Stretching the toes to the limit, they barely touched the rough and gravel ground of the barracks.

He has been hanging here for nearly six hours now.

During this period, no one came to see him.

Speaking of which, he was hanged here for the sake of King Gu Xiu.

At this time of day, the firearms prison opened the seventh fire!Gun test.

For some reason, the person who participated in the test shooting this time was actually Gu Xiu.

When Gu Xiu casually picked up a fire from the desk!When the gun was about to be fired, he couldn't hold back immediately, rushed to the people recklessly, and hugged the king's arm.

That was the first time he hugged Gu Xiu, although it was only for a short moment, it was also the first time.

"Why don't you let me test the gun?"

Gu Xiu spoke to him, very close, and he said it while looking at him.

"Did you know early on that there was something wrong with this gun?"

Gu Xiu spoke to him again, his voice raised a little.

Song Yu knelt on the ground and looked up at him, not knowing how to answer.

After ascending the throne and proclaiming himself emperor, Gu Xiu's eyebrows and eyes are more handsome than when he was a teenager, and people don't want to move their eyes away after seeing it.

It's a pity, Gu Xiu's eyes only stayed on him for a moment, and then he was taken down, stripped naked and hung on the top of the camp tent, with a large piece of extremely cold ice under his feet.

He was hung there, aimlessly suffering from hunger, cold, fatigue, and the constant clamoring aches and pains in every part of his body.

At the beginning of Xu, several small soldiers moved in one after another with tables, chairs and other furnishings.

Song Yu thought, Gu Xiu should come to interrogate him, he can finally talk to Gu Xiu again.

Facts have proved that Song Yu's idea has failed again.

He cheered up and waited for a stick of incense, but it was Han Mochu who was dressed in purple and wearing a golden crown.

Han Mochu calmly sat on the chair opposite Song Yu, holding the freshly brewed tea and savoring it carefully.

Song Yu, who hadn't drunk water for six hours, instinctively licked his chapped lips, and swallowed the little saliva in his mouth.

Han Mochu put down the teacup, wiped the water stains from the corner of his mouth with a neatly stacked handkerchief, and looked at Song Yu calmly: "Are you thinking that His Majesty should come to interrogate you?"

"Yes." At this moment, there were only him and Han Mochu in the barracks, and Song Yu no longer shy away from it: "Your Majesty interrogates me, and I will speak."

"Your Majesty doesn't want to see you, so I'm here to ask you questions." Han Mochu sat upright with a smile on his face: "Generally, what your Majesty doesn't want to do is done by me."

"Is it because His Majesty doesn't want to see me, or is it Taifu Han that you don't want His Majesty to see me?" Song Yu bit his lip, his eyes darkened: "Your Majesty will use himself to test me today. Your Majesty must know what I'm thinking, so you dare not let me see you." He came to see me, you are afraid that His Majesty will feel sorry for me."

Han Mochu opened his mouth and pressed his slightly swollen forehead, and couldn't help laughing out loud: "I am here today to ask questions, not to listen to your jealousy. You know what you have done very well." .”

"Ask the case? What case do you want to ask? Is your Taifu Han just trying to put a hat on me in order to ask for credit and forgive me?" Song Yu turned his head and sneered: "I don't admit it, so what can you do? Beat it into a trick, or torture it Extorting a confession? Or handing me over to Dali Temple? No matter how you deal with it, you, Taifu Han, are negligent of duty."

"If you don't admit it, that's all." Han Mochu got up and walked across to Song Yu, stretched out his hand and pulled the man's chin: "How did you take advantage of the gap between the gun test and check to loosen the fire today! The connection between the gun handle and the gun body, And how the problematic guns were mixed in, His Majesty and I both saw it with our own eyes. Otherwise, how could His Majesty have picked the one you tampered with so coincidentally? And since this period of time, these few firearms Before the injury accident happened, you happened to be the one who dealt with it, so you can't blame it if you want to."

Song Yuping raised his eyes and stared at Han Mochu's calm and gentle smiling face: "Since you know all about it, why are you asking me? Just convict me! It's nothing but death! Anyway, I was allowed to go to the firearms prison It's you! Before I die, I will tell everyone that you ordered me to do it! It's you with evil intentions! It's you!"

Song Yu's arrogance didn't last long, and a heavy punch hit his soft abdomen. The punch made no sound, but all the force was absorbed into his internal organs, causing his stomach acid to surge up in an instant. The body hung high, howling in pain.

"Han Mochu! Kill me if you have the ability! Kill me!"

Han Mochu calmly took two steps backwards, avoiding the filth that Song Yu vomited up all over the floor.

"Before I finished speaking, I will naturally save your life. Your Majesty originally wanted to send you to Dali Temple for torture and investigation. It was the official who said that you don't need to trouble yourself, and gave you a chance to speak clearly." Han Mochu held the handkerchief Wiping the hand that touched Song Yu just now, he asked calmly, "Song Yu, do you know why His Majesty hates you?"

Song Yu coughed a few times and forced himself to stand upright. He said stubbornly, "Your Majesty doesn't hate me. I have Your Majesty in my heart. It's just that you have been standing by His Majesty's side. I have no chance!"

"Your Majesty hates you because you are so self-deceiving." Han Mochu sat on the chair opposite Song Yu again, resting his forehead with one hand: "Your wishful thinking, but insisting on others to respond to you, anyone would know I hate you so much. What's more, he is the emperor."

"I didn't, I didn't." Song Yu shuddered all over and shook his head desperately in disbelief: "Your Majesty saved me then! Why didn't he save others! He can clearly see me!"

"Your Majesty saved you because of his kindness. He didn't save others because they were not in danger." Han Mochu said regretfully, "In other words, because you are a waste, His Majesty needs to show compassion to you."

"Han Mochu! I'm not a waste! I can do anything you can do for His Majesty! You can accompany Your Majesty! I can too!"

"Really? You can do everything I can do?" Han Mochu stretched out his sleeves and stood up, pacing with his hands behind his back: "I can help him build a world, help him become hegemony, share the world with him, and create a prosperous world together. He wants to start If he wants to prosper, I can spread his word and recruit talents for him. If he wants all nations to come to court, I can travel around the nations and preach for him. Guowei. What can you do? You don’t know what kind of person your heart is, and you don’t know what he wants. The boy who grew up sleeping peacefully in my arms."

Song Yu bit his chapped lips. Due to too much force, the flesh and blood on his lips were torn, exuding a bitter sweetness: "Did you hang me here just to show off to me?"

"After all, you still think so highly of yourself." Han Mochu stopped and stood behind Song Yu: "I just want to tell you that if you really want to pour dirty water on me, the people you care about will never give up. Hesitantly tore you up."

"Hehehe, if he can kill me with his own hands, I'm too happy! He will definitely remember me if he kills me!"

"You have been an official for several years, but have you ever heard that the emperor needs to do it yourself? To His Majesty, you will only be a traitor who died under the laws of the country. You keep saying that you only want to fall in love with Your Majesty, but only because you want to trap me in injustice. , almost ruined his ideal, and you even hooked up with courtiers to put pressure on him, putting him in a dilemma. Is this how you love someone?" Han Mochu returned to the seat again, holding the already warm thick He sipped the tea without saying a word.

Song Yu, who was hung on the beam of the house, no longer had any color on his face. Han Mochu's unhurried words just now were like a blunt knife, turning and piercing his chest back and forth.

He is useless, he is a waste, even if he is reincarnated and lives again, he will not be able to do what Han Mochu did.

Gu Xiu is a brilliant person, and so is Han Mochu.

They are all like the sun and the moon hanging high in the sky and reflecting the same brilliance, they can bless all people and are admired by others.

But he is just one of many living beings. Although he is an official in the court, he has no political achievements and little knowledge.

With Xingyue like Han Mochu by his side, it is impossible for Gu Xiu's eyes to see anyone.

"Taifu Han." Song Yu moved his hands that were completely unconscious, and sighed self-deprecatingly: "If you have any questions, I will tell you everything. If my confession is useful to Your Majesty, I will die and die." No regrets."

"You have been transferred from Lingnan, have you ever made friends with King Duan before, and is this action ordered by King Duan today? Also, how did the news from the firearms prison flow to Qianqian? Ordinarily, someone who is also used by King Duan?"

Song Yu closed his eyes weakly: "I was able to transfer back to Beijing because of the help of His Royal Highness Duan Wang. It was my wishful thinking that he didn't instruct me to do what happened today. I'm jealous of you, Taifu Han..."

***

Half an hour later, Han Mochu walked out of the tent where Song Yu was imprisoned.

He ordered the guards outside the door to put Song Yu, who had already fallen into a coma, into a prison uniform from the camp tent, and escort him to Dali Temple for interrogation.

He went straight to the king's car not far away.

"Ziran, how are you?" Gu Xiu who had been waiting in the car for a long time asked impatiently.

"It's done, it's very clean." Han Mochu turned sideways and leaned on Gu Xiu's shoulder very naturally: "After hearing his confession, I admire your third brother a little. Not only did he find Song Yuxi People, who can understand his mind, and send him to the capital without anyone noticing, even those upright old officials in the lower provinces, in all likelihood, have been calculated by him. If you don’t obey his orders, but you can be led by him and help him stir up the situation in the front.”

"Prince Duan has a delicate mind, and the palace is extremely deep. He can hide from his biological mother and pretend to be sick and weak in this palace." Gu Xiu spread his hands and said frankly: "Prince Duan is best at bullying the strong with the weak, Even if he makes a big mistake, he can always find an excuse to make people feel sympathetic to him."

"Your Majesty, have you thought about how to deal with Song Yu?"

"Just now when you went to ask for a statement, I thought about it." Gu Xiu frowned and said seriously: "Since he has tampered with the firearms, let him be the firearms that are about to be sent to the front! Guns, sacrifice your life."

***

On the eve of Song Yu's execution, in the cramped and dark cell of Dali Temple, Song Yu was wearing heavy shackles and shackles on his feet. Although the prison uniform on his body was dirty, he did not have any new injuries.

After he was sent to Dali Temple, he was never interrogated.

It can be said that he was sent here to wait for death.

Song Yu's wife, Lin Shi, was allowed to visit her husband in the prison cell on this day.

Carrying the food box, Lin followed in the footsteps of the Yacha to Song Yu's cell.

Lin lowered her head, placed her husband's favorite food and wine in front of him, took out the Luopa in her arms, carefully wiped her husband's face, pursed her lips and said, "I made some of your favorite food. Yes, eat some while it's hot."

Song Yu's dejected eyes slowly turned to Lin's, and after a long silence, he said, "How is your mother? Is there anything going on at home?"

"My husband is at ease, the emperor is gracious, and I am not implicated. It's just that my mother is worried about you, and she washes her face with tears every day." Lin and Song Yu poured a glass of wine, and brought it to Song Yu's mouth: "If you don't mind, my husband, take a sip Bar."

Song Yu looked at Mrs. Lin in front of her, and moved her lips to symbolically touch some wine: "In the past, I was the one who was sorry for you. From now on, I will have to trouble you to take care of my mother for me."

Song Yu was about to die, but his words were kind.

He did owe something to Mrs. Lin, the wife he married according to his mother's order.

"What is this husband talking about? Since I marry you as a wife, I should be filial to my parents-in-law." Lin's eyes turned red in the blink of an eye, and she took out a thin piece of paper from her arms: "My husband is leaving tomorrow. Well, leave a thought with me today."

"Huh?" Song Yu glanced at the white paper, and twitched the corner of his mouth: "What do you want me to do with you?"

"Since we are going to leave tomorrow, my husband will take a fingerprint with me. I will keep it as long as my husband is still there." Lin turned around and took out a box of simple Taiwan clay from her arms, and handed it to Song Yu. before.

Song Yu's lips trembled, tears streaming down his cheeks, and he solemnly pressed his thumbprint on the light white paper.

After Lin received the paper, she gave Song Yu a few more instructions, and then was kicked out by the yamen who supervised the time.

***

In the late spring of April in the third year of Yongding.

Located in the deep mountains of the Firearms Supervision Directorate.

All the officials above rank five of the Great Zhou Dynasty Hall assembled again.

Wendongwuxi are on the spot.

Today, the first firearms army of the Great Zhou will make its debut in front of the ministers.

The first batch to be displayed in front of the officials, except fire!guns, and two siege cannons.

To see that no matter how indestructible the iron wall is, it can be smashed to pieces under the fierce attack of these firearms.

All the people present were dumbfounded, and the previous voices of opposition from the court were blown away in the diffuse smoke.

After the rehearsal, the criminal Song Yu was brought up.

In order to rectify the rules and regulations of the country and appease the soldiers who were disabled due to his injuries, the emperor decreed that Song Yu should be set on fire today!He was executed with a gun, and his body was burned after death as a sacrifice to the country's important weapon.

Song Yu was tied to a solid wood nailed platform and pushed up. His upper body was bare, and his body was bound into big characters.

With the loud voice of the official of the Ministry of Punishment: "Execution!"

Hundreds of fires!The guns were fired all at once, and the man on the execution platform was instantly blown into a messy pile of minced meat.

Song Yu died, and Gu Xiu on the high platform never looked at him directly until the moment he died.

This life has become a joke.

In the evening, as Song Yu's family member, Lin took back his ashes in the Dali Temple of the Kingdom Dynasty.

In the remote small courtyard, the lanterns for the memorial ceremony have been hung in advance. Although the door is wide open, there is not a single guest who came to express condolences.

Song Yu has only a widowed mother in his family, and he is not close to his colleagues in the court.

Now that he is convicted, who will come to his funeral?

When Mrs. Lin came back, the mother-in-law of the Song family was lying on the bed hugging the pillow and sobbing.

In the dark and dull interior, the old woman with disheveled hair looks like a ghost.

Ever since she heard the news of Song Yu's accident, she became so anxious that she couldn't move her legs. These days, her food, drink, and distraction were all served by Mrs. Lin alone.

Seeing that Mrs. Lin came back late, she scolded relentlessly: "You damned funeral star! Why did you come back at this hour! Where is my son's corpse!"

With a cold face, Lin shook the jar containing Song Yu's ashes towards her mother-in-law: "Your son is here, do you want to?"

The mother-in-law of the Song family stretched out her hand to grab the pot into her arms, but she didn't want Lin to raise the pot on purpose, so that the old woman who couldn't move her legs couldn't do what she wanted: "You want to die?! You see I can't move, do you want to go against the sky?! Tell you, don't even think about it!"

"I don't want to go against the sky, and I don't want to see you." Lin took another step back, and took out a piece of paper full of handwriting from his pocket. On the lower right corner of the paper, there was also an extremely clear fingerprint printed on it. : "This is a letter from your son to my wife. From now on, I will no longer be a member of your Song family."

"What? What did you say?" The Song family's mother-in-law widened her eyes and shook her head in disbelief: "You mean, you want to leave?! You want to leave me here alone?!"

"Yeah, your mother and son have always been harsh on me, and now that disaster is imminent, why should I guard the rest of my life with an old poisonous woman like you?" Lin refolded the letter to release his wife, and tucked it back into her bosom. .

"Okay, you loser! It's all planned! You killed my son! You killed my son and you still want to abandon me!" The old woman fell off the bed because of too much struggle. When he fell down, his unconscious legs could only be dragged behind his back: "You loser! I want you to be buried with my son!"

"Buried with you? Stop joking, what do you think your Song family is?" Lin sneered and looked at the mother-in-law who was struggling on the ground: "I forgot to tell you, do you know why your son has never had children?"

"Because you are useless as a loser! You can't even conceive a mouse!"

"No, no, it's not that I'm useless if he doesn't have children, it's that your son doesn't like women at all. After three years of marriage, he beat and scolded me, and he didn't touch me at all." The smile on Lin's face deepened. : "But that's fine, he doesn't like women, so I'll let you, an old poisonous woman, have no children and grandchildren!"

The mother-in-law of the Song family turned blue with anger from the successive blows, wishing she could strangle Lin to death on the spot to vent her anger.

Lin stood condescendingly in front of the old woman, opened the jar containing Song Yu's ashes, and sprinkled the ashes in the altar on the old woman's face: "Okay, I brought your son back for you. From now on, I will make a clean break with your family."

Lin Shi didn't pay any attention to the sound of the old woman crying and howling in the house.

He packed up his belongings on his own, left the city in the dark, and flew away.

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