After the fan who wrote the emperor was discovered

At night, the waning moon hangs high in the old capital of the Song Dynasty, the moon is covered by dark clouds, and it is foggy.

Although the Qi army entered the city without disturbing the people, the people of Song State blew the lamps early in the night before, for fear of attracting their attention.

Han Zhi stood alone on the tower with his hands behind his back.

There were hurried footsteps behind him.

Wei Gui strode forward: "Brother Han, what are you doing here? The people below are waiting for you to go over and drink. Today, the old capital of the Song Dynasty was captured, and the Holy Majesty specially rewarded him with wine..."

Did he mention someone who shouldn't be mentioned?

Wei Gui shut up urgently.

Han Shi turned to look at him with cold eyes, raised his fist, and slammed it on the city wall.

The city wall of the Song Dynasty had only experienced a war, and it was severely worn out. With this punch, he knocked down some stone bricks and broken stones.

Wei Gui suddenly felt a chill behind him and was about to retreat: "It's fine if you don't want to drink, I'll tell them for you."

Han Shi suddenly asked: "How old is Mimi?"

"This……"

"How old is he? How old is he?"

Wei Gui swallowed: "He is... 24 this year."

There was a loud bang from the stone brick.

Han Shiding said: "He is only in his teens, definitely not more than eighteen."

Wei Gui looked puzzled, what's the reason?

It turns out that in the eyes of the elder brother, how many years will the younger brother's age be reduced?Changing fate against the sky?

"You also have a younger brother, you must know that."

"No no." Wei Gui repeatedly waved his hands, "I don't know."

"That's right, Wei Huan is really not cute."

Wei Gui's eyes widened, he stepped forward, and argued hard: "What do you mean? Han Shi, if you say your brother, you say your brother. What are you talking about my brother?"

Han Zhi ignored his anger, but turned to look south.

Then a goshawk spread its wings high and flew from the south.

Han Shi recognized it, it was the eagle raised by Han Min, it was called Luobotou.

He also knows how to send letters to his brother, so he has a bit of conscience——

Han Zhi pretended not to care, and raised his hand to pick it up.Unexpectedly, Luobotou directly bypassed him and flew over the palace wall.

He looked back, and the eagle flew outside Fu Xun's residence.

Wei Gui said bluntly: "Brother Han, don't bite, your teeth are going to be broken."

This time Fu Xun's personal conquest was for the books and scriptures of the Song Dynasty.

Han Min didn't deliberately mention these things to Fu Xun, but Fu Xun kept paying attention.

But there is one unfortunate thing, after the Qi army entered the city, Mr. Gongsun, the ancestor of Han Min, supported his sick body before Fu Xun sent people to Gongsun's mansion, went to the lake, threw himself into the water and killed himself.

In fact, the lake was not deep at all. When I stood up, the water was only up to my waist.

However, the people of Gongsun's mansion either guarded the city or committed suicide, and the whole mansion died for the Song State.

Fu Xun told Han Min about this, and ordered the corpses of Gongsun's people to be sent to the new capital of Song.

Song Jun didn't want to take care of it at first, but he was afraid of offending Fu Xun, so he had to draw up a posthumous title for Gongsun Lun and hold a funeral.

Han Min was sad for a long time.

This day, he went to Yue Wang's mansion to discuss matters, and before he entered the door, he heard Chu Yu talking.

"With the addition of so many literati, the literati of the Song Dynasty are even more handsome and handsome. I'm afraid we can't compete."

He turned his head inadvertently, and saw Han Min clasping his hands, the smile on his face was even wider, and he stepped forward to hold his hand.

"You don't know yet, do you? The Holy Majesty brought back a lot of literati from the Song Dynasty, and one of them was a very handsome young man who ordered his servants to take care of him properly. We are fine, you..."

As he spoke, he looked at Han Min's expression.

Han Min clapped his hands happily: "Great, a new friend is coming."

Chu Yu frowned deeply, probably not a fool.

Leaving behind Wei Gui and Han Shi to continue to lead the army northward, Fu Xun sorted out all the scrolls in the Song Dynasty's palace, and headed south with a convoy carrying hundreds of boxes.

Arriving in Beijing in early autumn, civil and military officials were waiting outside the gate of Yong'an City.

Han Min stood in front and saw the army approaching from a distance, and Fu Xun rode a horse and walked in the front.

All the ministers leaned over and shouted, but he didn't have time to look at it, so he hurriedly saluted.

Not long after, Fu Xun came up to him, got off his horse, flicked his official cap: "Get up."

The ministers got up and patted their robes.

Fu Xun patted Han Min's clothes, and helped him onto the horse.

The two rode together on the same horse and entered the palace.

This time, we haven't seen each other for more than half a year. Although we communicate with each other every day, Fu Xun still misses him very much.

As soon as I saw him, I hugged him, holding my arms tightly.

Fu Xun took the opportunity to tug on his belt: "You're thinner again."

"No."

Han Min looked back, only to see a long motorcade.

"What are those? They're in boxes."

"A little..." Fu Xun paused, "The spoils of war."

"Oh."

He looked again, and suddenly met the gaze of a young man whom he had never seen before.

The young man nodded at him with a smile, Han Min was slightly startled, and then smiled at him too.

Then Fu Xun pressed his head and turned back: "What are you looking at?"

Han Min curled his lips unconsciously: "Look at the new gentleman you brought back."

Fu Xun smiled silently, and touched his temples with the raised corners of his lips.

His Royal Highness Zi Chen turned his back, and it was almost noon.

After the adults left, several ministers who supervised the country stayed to talk about some important matters.

Just as he was talking, someone from outside came to pass the message: "Your Majesty, Mr. Xu is asking to see you."

The young son of the Song Dynasty was named Xu.

Fu Xun said, "Let him bring the things here."

So the servant came up with a booklet on a wooden tray, but Fu Xun didn't read it, and let the people in the hall continue talking.

Sitting next to him, Han Min wanted to see it, but was too embarrassed to tell him, so he kept poking his head.

Aware of his small movements, Fu Xun raised his hand to block the envelope instead.Han Min's almond eyes widened and he looked at him in disbelief.

There is a problem, a huge problem.

Then, "The ministers will leave" brought him back to his senses.

Han Min hurriedly packed up his things and wanted to go with them, when Fu Xun suddenly said, "Han Qing, please stay here, I have something to say to you."

He always called "Han Qing" in front of others, but at this time, he called out something different.

Prince Yue smiled and said, "Oh, Your Majesty is looking for Mi Min to talk."

Han Min originally wanted to stay, so how could he have the nerve to stay when he said that?

Holding a pen and walking down the jade steps, he was blocked by a group of people.

"Why are you leaving? Your Majesty left you to talk."

After everyone left, only the two of them were left in the Zichen Palace. Han Min was not very happy when he thought of the letter, and turned his back to Fu Xun with his arms folded, ignoring him.

Fu Xun walked up behind him and poked his waist precisely.

Han Min twisted a bit, and dodged to the side.

Fu Xun's tone was a little aggrieved: "It's been a long time, why are you ignoring me?"

Han Min stretched out his hand to him: "Then show me the notes."

This time it was refreshing, Fu Xun put the things in his hands.

The booklet was very thick, with dozens of pages written. Han Min turned to the first page, and on it were several titles, authors, and chapters.

Han Min turned back again.

——There are 26 volumes and 230 volumes, which are written by historians.

There are others in the back, this is a simple catalog.

Just now when Fu Xun refused to let him see it, he thought it was something important.

Han Min raised his eyes, but before he could see clearly, Fu Xun picked up his knees and picked him up.

He was startled, and subconsciously patted Fu Xun on the shoulder: "Eh? What are you doing?"

It seemed that bandits had robbed the son of a good family. Fu Xun hugged him tightly, fearing that he would run away.

After climbing the nine jade steps, Fu Xun put him on the dragon chair——

The bandits put the young master on the chair of the king of the mountain covered with tiger skin.

Even if there were only the two of them, Han Min would not dare to sit on this chair. He was about to stand up when Fu Xun held him down.

Fu Xun knelt down on one knee in front of him and bumped into his eyes, making Han Min suddenly a little nervous.

He grabbed his sleeves and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Fu Xun looked at him: "Han Xici."

"Tell me, I'm listening."

"Actually, I am very rich, not in the treasury, but in my own property; if the communist society you mentioned is not realized so quickly, I should still be the most powerful man in Qi in my lifetime."

"I only have three favorite things. One is keeping eagles. If you think they eat too much, you can scale down appropriately; the other is practicing martial arts. I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child. I have a good physique, but there seem to be too many weapons. But it can also be reduced.”

"I like you the most. I have liked you since I was a child. It is my fault that I always fight with you and pull your hairband. If you think that I picked the two dimples on your waist, I can also take responsibility. I Fill them in later, just press and hold your finger."

"But you may not know, in fact, you and I have a long-standing marriage contract..."

Han Min hurriedly said, "Stop it, stop it, how can there be a marriage contract? Don't talk nonsense."

"Yes, I made a unilateral decision, and it has been made for more than ten years."

"What is a unilateral marriage contract..."

Fu Xun raised his head to look at him, his eyes were dark: "This time I went to the Song Dynasty and brought back a lot of rare ancient books. If you marry me, those books will all be yours."

Fu Xun looked at him, and added: "If you don't want it, you have to burn it."

Han Min complained: "You are simply a hindrance to cultural construction."

He glanced at Fu Xun quietly, finally hooked his neck with a smile, and sighed, "That's no way, I have to feed the tiger with my body."

Fu Xun's eyes darkened, and while Han Min wasn't paying attention, he stood up, pressed his hands on the armrests of the dragon chair, and squeezed him between his arms.

Realizing that the situation was not good, Han Min's smile froze, he silently withdrew his hand from his neck, and hid in the chair.

However, Fu Xun was tall and tall, and the sunlight came in from the door behind him. As soon as he stood up, a large shadow enveloped Han Min.

Han Min looked around, he couldn't walk unless he climbed out of the chair.

Now I regret it, I regret it very much.

Promised too fast, talked too much.

Only after he managed to trick him, Fu Xun even changed the way he looked at him.