After the fan who wrote the emperor was discovered

Only Madam Yuan continued: "You sleep on that small couch, and let King Ding sleep on your bed."

Han Min nodded in agreement.

Lady Yuan turned around and left.

Han Min hugged the quilt with both hands, raised his foot, and closed the door.Winking at Fu Xun, he walked into the room and threw the quilt on the couch.

Kneeling on the couch to make the bed, he said: "My lord, if it's cold at night, call me up."

Fu Xun raised his eyebrows almost invisibly, and deliberately asked, "What are you calling me for?"

"Two more quilts."

"Oh, so it is."

Why is the prince a little disappointed?

While talking, there was another knock on the door outside.

Han Min stayed on the bed and kicked his shoes to open the door.

Han Pei rushed in and hugged him: "Second brother."

"what happened?"

Han Pei burst into tears: "I'm having a nightmare, I want to sleep with my second brother."

"Row……"

Han Min looked at Fu Xun: "My lord, the child is making a fuss at night, you see you are..."

Fu Xun "leniently" agreed: "It's okay."

So that day and night, Fu Xun lay on the couch.

Candlelight dimly passed through the screen, and he saw Han Min whispering a story to Han Pei on the small couch outside, and Han Pei and his second brother were also whispering to each other.

And now and then a little laughter leaked out.

Fu Xun put his hands on his head and looked at the screen resentfully.

The excitement is theirs, and this king has nothing.

In a bad mood, Fu Xun took out a roll of banknotes from the clothes stacked in front of the bed, put them one by one in the book Han Min put in front of the bed, and stuffed them in the crevice of his bed.

Han Min always sleeps less at night.Today, Fu Xun is here, so he is too embarrassed to leave Fu Xun and write the script alone.

So with dim candles lit, I barely survived the night.

In the twilight, as if someone touched his forehead, he only felt his body sink, and then fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, it was already high in the sun.

He opened his eyes and found that the top cover was a cloak, Fu Xun's cloak.

Han Pei is not around either.

Han Min sat up and saw Fu Xun and Han Pei sitting face to face behind the screen, talking.

Fu Xun announced to him: "Your second brother is my childhood sweetheart."

Han Pei couldn't help being curious: "Really?"

"Of course it's true."

"Well... the last time my second brother took me on horseback, he said he brought many friends with him, has he taken you with him?"

Fu Xun's complexion sank: "No."

"Then you said..."

He emphasized his tone: "It's a childhood sweetheart."

Han Pei was taken aback by him, shrank back, and nodded again and again: "That's right."

Fu Xun rubbed his head like a compliment.

Han Min looked puzzled.

What are they doing?

What nonsense is Fu Xun talking about again?

The nonsense person saw him in a blink of an eye, and said to Han Pei, "Your second brother is up."

Han Min hugged the quilt: "My lord, isn't it easy to bring a child?"

"Your brother is very cute."

Fu Xun smiled, but in terms of cuteness, the second brother Han Pei is cuter.

The weather was too cold, so Han Min wrapped himself in a quilt, moved to the end of the couch, pulled off the clothes he wanted to change, then slowly moved back, and huddled under the quilt to change.

He said at the same time: "When will the prince go back? Today is New Year's Eve, should I take the prince out for a stroll?"

Fu Xun said, "Fix the roof of your house first."

Han Min was slightly startled: "...Thank you."

After breakfast and resting for a while, Fu Xun carried the ladder and Han Min followed behind him carrying the tools.

Fu Xun was repairing the roof, while Han Min squatted aside to watch him do it.

"I see."

Han Min said confidently, "Sure enough, the picture given to me by the system is wrong."

The system said: "Fart your mother."

Han Min hummed a little in his heart, and looked at Fu Xun, "When did the prince learn this?"

Fu Xun lowered his head and laid the tiles: "A few days ago in Liuzhou, I saw craftsmen making them."

Han Min looked at it seriously for a while: "I understand. It will be fine if the prince finishes this. It's Chinese New Year. In the afternoon, I will take the prince to Tongzhou City for a walk?"

"Alright."

But still hurry up and help Han Min repair all the roofs.

The two of them went out together in the afternoon——

There is also a Han Pei.

Han Min and Han Pei both wore rabbit fur hats and were holding hands.Fu Xun saw it in a blink of an eye, and extended his hand to Han Min.

Han Min stretched out his hand tentatively: "My lord, is that what I think?"

Fu Xun didn't speak, but patted him with his outstretched hand, and then retracted it.

Han Min hit him backhanded: "What are you doing?"

Fu Xun was going to fight back, but he stretched out his hand halfway, but stopped it abruptly.

Now is not a child, can not play, can not play.

Today is New Year's Eve, ordinary people cook New Year's Eve dinner, even if they come out to sell things today, they will close the stall in the afternoon.

So the streets are not lively, only some snacks and firecrackers.

Fortunately, the old man selling maltose is still there.

Han Pei pulled Han Min and went straight to Maltose.

Han Min touched his sleeves while looking at Fu Xun: "My lord, do you want to eat?"

Fu Xun shook his head: "No need."

So Han Min bought two, and the three of them sat on the steps of a Taoist temple not far away.

Han Min sat in the middle, holding two bamboo sticks, twisting the maltose on the sticks.

The golden maltose turns white.

Have enough fun before eating.

Han Min glanced at Fu Xun and said with a smile, "My lord, I remember that you used to love eating the maltose at our door."

Fu Xun coughed lightly: "At that time, I didn't go out of the palace very often, and I didn't eat much from outside. I thought it was fresh."

Han Min held two bamboo sticks and broke them to the sides to divide the maltose into two portions.

"Then eat some more now?"

"Thank you."

Fu Xun took the sugar and took a sip.

Han Min was concentrating on eating sweets, and at this moment, Mr. Ge, who was setting up a stall with him, passed by holding a cloth banner.

Mr. Ge waved at him: "Han Min!"

Han Min immediately straightened up and waved to him, "Mr. Ge!"

Mr. Ge saw Fu Xun beside him.

Han Min grabbed Fu Xun's shoulders, showing off, "My friend came to see me from Yong'an City."

Fu Xun turned to look at him, leaning very close, Han Min's side profile was like the white malt candy he handed over, making one want to take a sip.

He restrained his thoughts, and said "nice to meet" with Mr. Ge.

After the person left, Han Min let go of his hand: "He always said that my friends and I were not real. I have been in Tongzhou for two years and I haven't seen them come to see me. Today I finally let him know."

Fu Xun smiled lightly.

Han Min bit the malt candy until it creaked.

"However, you are the first friend who came to Tongzhou to see me, so I am very happy."

Fu Xun looked at him.

Han Min looked back, swearing: "Really. Although I almost got into a fight just now."

After wandering around Tongzhou City for a while, he bought some snacks for Han Pei and went home.

Fu Xun had a New Year's Eve dinner with the Han family.

Simple tea and light food are naturally not as good as the banquet in the palace of Yong'an City, and the Han family don't feel any embarrassment.

Fu Xun came to the south again for disaster relief. Grandpa Han liked and felt sorry for the new year.

In a moment of joy, he asked Han Min to bring out the good wine he had treasured.

Drinking would hurt his health, Han Min didn't want his grandfather to drink too much, so he said, "Your lord hasn't performed the coronation ceremony yet, so according to the rules, you can't drink."

Fu Xun followed his advice and said no to drinking.

Grandpa Han was taken aback for a moment, and then realized: "Yes, yes, the prince is the same age as you, and you haven't even put on a crown yet."

After a while, Grandpa Han suddenly remembered something: "No, my lord's birthday is on the first day of the first lunar month, and your birthday is in June. After today, my lord..."

Han Min choked, why did Fu Xun's birthday happen to be the first day of the first lunar month?

Fu Xun smiled, and brought food to Grandpa Han: "Ah Min can't drink yet, I'll wait for him for six months."

"well."

Grandpa Han looked at Han Min, and suddenly asked Fu: "When he was born, the old man buried a jar of Huadiao wine under the plum tree at home. When the prince is free, he will return to Yong'an City and send someone to dig it out. The taste should be good." good."

Fu Xun knew that this was the rule of Tongzhou City, and the wine was called Zhuangyuanhong.

But he said: "How dare I touch his wine casually?"

Grandpa Han was a little emotional: "Anyway, it's buried there, and I can't taste it."

Xi San still has to watch his age.

After packing up their things, a group of people sat in front of the hall, chatting by the fire.

I don't know how long it took.

The night was getting darker, and before the sound of the clock came from the street, a black goshawk fluttered its wings, flew into the front of the hall, and stopped by Fu Xun's hand.

Fu Xun pleaded guilty, untied the bamboo tube from Goshawk's feet, and glanced at it hastily.

His face darkened, he put away the note, not knowing how to speak.

Han Min paid attention and asked, "What happened?"

"Ah."

Han Min didn't ask any more questions, and stood up: "If the prince is in a hurry to leave, shall I see him off?"

Fu Xun also got up and bowed to the people in the hall.

After saying goodbye to his family, Han Min led the horses out of the stable.

It was pitch black all around, Han Min tied the lantern in front of Fu Xun's horse, tied it tight, and got on his own horse.

The candles are bright.

Han Min asked, "My lord, do you have any guards?"

"Wei Huan has brought someone, just ahead."

"That's good."

Gale hunting.

I don't know how long I have been walking, but there is a faint light of fire in front of the forest.

Hearing the movement, Wei Huan in armor came out of the forest with a small group of people.

"My lord."

Han Min tugged at the reins, looked at Fu Xun, "Then I'll go back first."

Fu Xun nodded: "Be careful on the road."

Han Min looked up at the moon.

No one was on watch here, and he reckoned that it should be past midnight.

He pursed the corners of his lips and said softly, "Then... happy birthday?"

Fu Xun was slightly startled, his expression was covered by the night, but he still nodded: "Well, you can go back, don't worry."

"I know."

Han Min turned his horse's head.

Horseshoes splashed the snow on the ground.

After walking away, the system made three "tsk" sounds: "You also know how to please him?"

"Fart, if I want to please him, I have to do what the previous traveler did, first make him a cake, light a candle, and then sing "Only I can sing here" I wish you a happy life and a happy life ’. What’s the point of saying ‘Happy Birthday’? It’s just casual.”

That scene was quite funny, Han Min smiled unconsciously.

When I got home, I tied up the horse, and the family members had already gone to bed.

Han Min went back to his room lightly, but unexpectedly his elder brother was in his room.

Han Shi took a deep look at him and asked, "Are you finally willing to come back?"

Han Min thought for a while, and finally said, "Brother, the horse is fine."

Two days later, Han Min wrote a note to Fu Xun, asking him how things were going.

Fu Xun didn't reply, he should be busy.

Han Min was a little worried, and wrote a letter to Fu Xun's fifth younger brother and fifth prince, Fu Rang, but Fu Rang still hasn't replied to him.

After the Lantern Festival came out, Han Min hugged his small bench and went to the city to set up a stall, write letters to people, and write in a chat book in his spare time.

Sitting under the willow tree one day, Han Min picked up his manuscript again after seeing off an old man who wrote a letter from home.

Mr. Ge asked: "Hey, that friend you met on the street a few days ago, is he from a princely family?"

Han Min was startled: "How do you know?"

Mr. Ge stroked his beard: "Looking at his face, the king's air is getting stronger and stronger."

Han Min was a little surprised, and leaned in front of him: "It's too accurate. Zhuge Banxian will take a look at me again?"

"I told you earlier that you are Wenqu Xingjun."

Han Min muttered softly, "I'd rather be the God of Wealth."

"By the way, I ran into the shopkeeper of Baishi Bookstore on the street a few days ago. He said that the book is about to be printed, and asked you what name you want to name."

Those who write story books generally don't use their real names to save trouble.

"Then it's called..."

Before he could speak, the system was awakened immediately upon hearing this, its eyes staring like brass bells—if it had eyes.

It yelled at Han Min: "If you dare to call 'Pure Beauty White Rose', I will beat you up first, and then commit suicide—format yourself!"

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Prince: With a wave of his sleeves, he will not take away a single cloud, but leave behind a roll of silver bills