After the fan who wrote the emperor was discovered

In the third year of Yongding in Daqi, Liuzhou was shaken.

It was the middle of winter, and it was snowing heavily.

On the 27th of the winter month, food and medicine had been cut off in the city for more than nine days, and the people of Liuzhou came out to support each other and gathered on the main road of the city gate.

Local officials in Liuzhou, accompanied by the Minister of Disaster Relief, waited on the city tower for the carriages and horses to deliver food and medicinal materials.

The magistrate of Liuzhou happened to be named Liu, who was nearly half a century old, thin and short.

The snow covered my ankles. After standing in the ice and snow for a long time, the hand stove hidden in my sleeve was already cold.

He stomped his frozen feet secretly, and quietly glanced at the man standing in the middle.

The man is tall and tall, standing tall and straight, standing on top of the city tower, with broken snow falling on his cloak, like pine and bamboo.

He wears a high crown and is meticulous.

His sword eyebrows slanted into his temples, his eyes were as black as ink, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and his face was solemn.

This is Prince Ding sent by the imperial court to provide disaster relief - Fu Xun.

Liu Zhizhou only glanced at it, then quickly withdrew his gaze.

He took a step forward and whispered to Fu Xun: "My lord, the road is blocked by heavy snow. It is not an option to wait like this. The lower officials heard that the people in the city have already formed their own factions. If the food and medicinal materials do not come, they are afraid." Is to..."

rebel.

Liu Zhizhou didn't dare to say the last two words.

Fu Xun turned to look at him, with a half-smile on his face, a bit of irony, which sent a bit of chill in people's hearts.

"Since this is the case, Master Liu thinks, what should I do?"

Liu Zhizhou pursed the corners of his lips, and boldly said: "I think the journey is far away, and the people from the court missed the time, so why not take the officials with them and go to urge them again. And the prince stays in the city to appease the people..."

Fu Xun sneered and didn't speak.

Liu Zhizhou wanted to persuade him again.

Before he could speak in the future, a young man with a jade crown and a silk shirt ran up the tower and stood beside Fu Xun.

He bowed to Fu Xun, and said back: "My lord, the people we are going to pick up are all ready. We are hurrying, the convoy will arrive in the evening."

Fu Xun glanced at Liu Zhizhou indifferently: "Master Liu is very close, so I must have heard it too. My king's people will arrive at night, so don't worry about Master Liu making a hard trip."

Liu Zhizhou nodded embarrassingly: "Yes, my lord sees you first."

Fu Xun turned to look at the boy in silk shirt, and said, "Wen Yan, you and Mr. Liu will appease the people."

Wen Yan clapped his hands in agreement, and gestured towards Liu Zhizhou: "Master Liu, please."

Liu Zhizhou also leaned over and bowed, his voice trembling from the cold: "The next official will take his leave first."

The two of them walked down the tower.

There was a vast expanse of whiteness between the sky and the earth.

Fu Xun took another look and turned around.

Just turned around, but suddenly heard the horse neighing.

Especially loud in the empty snow.

He frowned and looked back.

On the clean snow, a black horse galloped forward.

The man on the horseback was a young literati with the appearance of a scholar.

The moment he saw the literati, Fu Xun's gloomy eyes lit up, and his figure was reflected in his eyes.

The literati is thin and thin, with his hair tied up with a blue headband. He wears coarse cloth clothes of the same color, with sleeves and hems, flying up and down with the north wind blowing in front of him, making a sound of hunting.

A pair of almond eyes are as bright as jewels.

It was a little cold in the snow, and my cheeks were slightly red.

Hurrying on the road, his lips were red with cold, they opened and closed, exhaling a little hot air, which turned into mist, fainting into the smile in Fu Xun's eyes.

When the literati looked up, he saw Fu Xun standing on the tower and smiled.

With a flick of his hand, he waved the horsewhip in his hand, and the horsewhip fell to the ground with a "pop", sending up particles of crushed snow.

It's a greeting.

Fu Xun unconsciously raised the corners of his lips, and his voice was a little louder, as if announcing to everyone on the city wall, or as if showing off: "That's also mine."

As he said this, he walked down the tower.

Hastily ordered: "Open the city gate, cook a bowl of ginger soup, and take two thick clothes."

When Fu Xun walked down the tower, the literati also arrived in front of the city gate.

The literati got off his horse, and after he stood still, he had to salute him.

"My lord."

Xu was frozen, and his voice was a little hoarse.

Fu Xun stretched out his hand to support him, and wanted to hold his hand again, but he only gave it a false shake, and then withdrew his hand.

He lowered his voice and called out, "Han Min."

He was so happy that he called him by his first and last name.

Han Min nodded emphatically, "Yes."

Fu Xun still asked in a low voice, "Why are you here?"

"I heard that the prince came to Liuzhou for disaster relief. I'm in Tongzhou, not far away. Thinking that the prince might encounter difficulties, I gathered some food and medicinal materials."

Han Min glanced back: "It's still behind, we'll be there soon. There aren't many things, enough for emergencies."

Fu Xun's eyes were full of smiles: "Thank you for your hard work."

Han Min folded his hands into his sleeves and reminded in a low voice, "My lord, my status is not very convenient, let's talk in another place."

Fu Xun nodded, and the people around him offered cloaks.

Before Han Min could refuse, Fu Xun picked up the cloak, shook it off, and put it on him carefully.

The two of them entered the city together, and no one else followed.

On the other side, Liu Zhizhou didn't recognize Han Min, so he turned to ask Wen Yan.

Since the beginning of disaster relief, he saw Wen Yan following Fu Xun and working beside Fu Xun. He felt that Wen Yan was Fu Xun's aide.

"Mr. Wen, who is that?"

Wen Yan replied, "Han Min, the second son of the official historian's family."

Liu Zhizhou thought for a moment, then took a deep breath: "Han Shiguan's family? Han Shiguan is not because of..."

He lowered his voice: "Didn't he be imprisoned by the saint because of his private study of national history? Their family is not a criminal..."

Wen Yan glanced at him coldly.

Liu Zhizhou didn't dare to say any more, he turned around and asked others, "Isn't the historian Han imprisoned?"

"Sheng went online and drove the Han family back to their hometown."

Liu Zhizhou nodded knowingly: "Oh. Then this Second Young Master Han?"

"The Han family was still in Yong'an City two or three years ago. He was the same age as the prince. He played and studied together since he was a child. He is naturally close..."

Hearing this, Wen Yan suddenly laughed.

The man felt bewildered and turned his head to take a look.

He paused, and continued to share gossip with Liu Zhizhou: "But this time the Han family was demoted, and the prince and him have not seen each other for about two or three years. It was originally a reunion after a long absence, not to mention that the second son of Han brought something to help the emergency , so the prince is happy."

Liu Zhizhou rubbed his chin: "But you said, where did the offspring of the second son of Han get the money to buy food and medicinal materials? It's snowing this winter, and food and medicinal materials are not cheap..."

Wen Yan turned to look at him abruptly, then turned and left in a hurry.

The person who talked to Liu Zhizhou felt strange: "My lord, why do I feel that Mr. Wen..."

Liu Zhizhou waved his hand: "Hey, literati look down on each other."

On the other side, Fu Xun and Han Min walked side by side to the post where Fu Xun was temporarily staying.

The cloak on Han Min's body was Fu Xun's, and it didn't fit very well. It fell down long and swept out a winding trace on the snow.

Fu Xun turned to look at him, and raised his hand to pat the snow off his shoulders.

Han Min dodged to the side, took a few steps away from him, sniffed, and turned his head to look: "My lord?"

Fu Xun withdrew his hand naturally, and glanced at the edge of his clothes again, it was coarse cloth clothes.

"It's so cold."

Han Min tugged at his sleeves: "I'm still wearing a sinful body, so it's better not to attract attention when you go out to do errands."

Fu Xun nodded in understanding, and before he could speak again, Wen Yan chased after him.

He leaned over and bowed: "Second Young Master Han."

Han Min replied, "Young Master Wen."

Wen Yan said: "This year is a famine year. Those things brought by Mr. Han are not cheap. Mr. Han will quote a price. Shall I exchange the money to you?"

There was a look of inquiry in his eyes.

Han Min didn't realize it at all, and just said: "No need, even if it's me..."

Fu Xun glanced at Wen Yan, and he understood, then looked at Han Min: "It should be paid to you, your family is not rich."

He waved his hand to let Wen Yan go down: "Go down, I will pay him personally."

Wen Yan glanced at Han Min again, then reluctantly turned and left.

After retreating from the surrounding people, Fu Xun asked Han Min: "This winter is a famine year, where did you get so many things?"

Han Min said frankly, "I bought it."

He started another topic: "If I don't come, what will the prince plan?"

Fu Xun said lightly, "My people can also arrive at night."

Han Min nodded: "That's good."

Fu Xun pulled the words back: "The Han family has been ransacked, where did you get so much money?"

Han Min smiled, with a look of indifference: "It's okay, I have money."

Fu Xun turned to look at him.

Han Min was so stared at that he felt hairy, so he said, "I'm really rich."

He still smiled and said: "A few years ago, before I ransacked my house, I used my keen political sense to sense the danger, so I secretly hid some money and planned to run away with my family. And Tongzhou's The ancestral house, the house is too big, I discussed it with my grandfather and mother, and it’s okay to mortgage it first, we still have a house in the suburbs."

Hearing this, Fu Xun's face darkened, and his footsteps also stopped.

It just so happened that they arrived at the post house at this time, Fu Xun dragged him into the room, closed the door, and held Han Min's shoulders with both hands.

Han Min was startled: "What are you doing?"

Fu Xun originally wanted to hug him into his arms, but seeing his flustered appearance, he just patted him on the shoulder in the end.

"do not worry."

Han Min came back to his senses and remembered that the Prince Ding in front of him was the next emperor of this book handpicked by the system.

So he patted Fu Xun on the shoulder like a brother: "Of course I don't worry. We have known each other for so many years."

You can pay back the money you owe me when you become the emperor.

There was a knock on the door outside.

"My lord, the ginger soup is ready."

Fu Xun let go of him and turned to open the door.

Bring ginger soup in and close the door again.

Han Min was kneeling upright in front of the table, holding a bowl, sipping ginger soup.

Fu Xun sat in front of him, leaning on the table, holding a letter in his hand, and casually read it.

His gaze crossed the letter paper and landed on Han Min's face.

Han Min was born gentle, his face was white and his lips were red, as if carved from jade.

He raised his eyes and followed Fu Xun's gaze back: "What's wrong?"

Fu Xun only said: "Don't worry, your Han family..."

Han Min looked around in a panic, "My lord, speak carefully."

Fu Xun smiled nonchalantly, but he also listened to what he said and didn't continue.

I really want to welcome you back to the capital right now, and ask you to do...

To be a princess?To be queen?

Forget it, you are a literati and proud, I'm afraid you won't like it.

It's better for you to be a living man.

I want you to be by my side day and night, whatever I say, what do you remember.

Day and night, inside and outside the temple.

Han Min—the next living man appointed by the next emperor—had no idea, and continued to drink ginger soup.

Gollum.

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Edible Guidelines:

1. Han Min travels through (the original owner does not exist, there is only one Han Min), with a system (not an orthodox system text, and the system has fewer roles)

2. The private setting is like a mountain, and the plot of place names and personal names has nothing to do with real history [Irrelevant! ! ! ], [Don't require the novel to be completely in line with reality! ! ! ], focusing on [literati style] [the emperor and his ministers get each other], rather than political ideals or intrigue or respectful ancient etiquette and rules, all for a better reading experience

3. It’s like——Han Min is stupid/What does Han Min want to do/Why does Han Min write a storybook, is he looking for death, etc., I will answer slowly, don’t worry

4. Update time: 18:00 every afternoon~~