After the fan who wrote the emperor was discovered

Han Min hurriedly comforted the system: "Okay, okay, don't call me that."

The system yelled: "Don't call it 'Red Peony' either!"

"Okay, don't bark, don't bark."

"Really?"

"Really, really. I'm going to Baishi Bookstore now, and I want to be serious on the way."

Han Min packed up his things, said goodbye to Mr. Ge, and went to the bookstore alone.

The shopkeeper was in the room, and the guy who greeted the guests outside led him over.

The young man lifted the curtain, took a look inside, and said to Han Min, "Young Master Han, sit on the porch for a while. Someone from the Yong'an General Office of our bookstore is here, and the shopkeeper is talking to him."

Han Min nodded in agreement, and sat down on the railing of the wooden corridor.

The boy still went outside to greet the guests, leaving him alone.

He sat in front of the porch, propping up his hands, shaking his feet, thinking about his pseudonym.

But I vaguely heard one or two words leaked from the other side of the curtain.

"Yong'an situation..."

"Holy..."

"Prince Gong..."

Han Min stopped his dangling feet, pricked up his ears, and listened attentively.

It turned out that they were talking about business matters.

"Your Majesty's illness, King Gong managed the government and closed the gates of Yong'an City. I still came out before the year, or I wouldn't be able to come out this year's book."

This was a voice Han Min had never heard before, and it should be someone from Yong'an City.

Then Han Min heard the shopkeeper of the bookstore say, "Thank you, thank you."

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries, and the shopkeeper got up to see off the guests.

Han Min turned his head, still sitting on the railing.

The shopkeeper raised the curtain and came out, and when he saw him, he smiled and said, "Mr. Han is here?"

Han Min seemed to have just regained his senses, turned his head, jumped off the railing, and bowed.

The shopkeeper said goodbye to the person who came from Yongan, and then looked at Han Min: "Young Master Han, have you finished writing the second book?"

"No no." Han Min waved his hand, "I heard Mr. Ge mention the name, so I came here to tell you."

"Alright, Mr. Han, please tell me."

"It's called..." Han Min stroked his chin, paused for a while, "Pine Smoke Scholar."

"What can you say about this?"

"Well... good pine smoke ink is expensive. I haven't used it since my family fell into ruin. Now I miss it very much. In fact, the oil smoke ink is not bad, it's just used for weird names."

The shopkeeper smiled and said: "Then I wish Mr. Han to use the pine smoke ink as soon as possible."

Han Min returned the salute, said goodbye to him, and went out from the front of the bookstore.

It's just passed the new year, and there are still some unsold almanacs in the bookstore.

When Han Min passed by, he flipped through two pages and counted the days.

Finally leave the bookstore.

With a pen on his waist and a bench in his hands, Han Min walked slowly.

The system said, "What are you worrying about?"

"It's been ten days, and I guess Fu Xun should have arrived at Yong'an long ago. Just now the man said that when he came, Yong'an City was closed. Fu Xun just went back like this, and he didn't seem to have any precautions. He didn't know what he would encounter. No matter. I wrote to him and didn't reply..."

"Even you know the news of the closure of the city, so why doesn't King Ding know?"

"Too."

"Don't worry, King Ding should belong to the emperor."

"What is supposed to be? You can't tell for sure?"

"It should be. There are unpredictable things in the sky, and it may not be certain if something happens temporarily. But don't worry, the plots I revealed have always been accurate."

Han Min complained in a low voice: "What important plot did you reveal? You only said that King Ding was the emperor, but you didn't tell me who King Ding was before; you said that my house would be ransacked, and you didn't tell me why. It's so confusing. .”

Just as the system was about to retort, Han Min said again: "When Fu Xun went back, he brought Wei Huan and a few people with him. What if we meet bandits along the way and pretend to be Dingwang?"

The system said helplessly: "He has been leading troops at the border all year round, and his force value is stronger than that of the bandits."

"Then what if the bandits plot against him?"

"His intelligence value is not low."

"What if..."

"You might as well say, what if Prince Gong plots against him and takes his title as Prince Ding?"

"It also makes sense. Why is your spoiler so unreliable?"

The system was silent for a while.

Finally said: "Usually you look very smart, why are you so stupid today, always asking these messy things?"

It turned out that Han Min was thinking too much. He returned home, thought about it carefully, and knew that the things he said were unlikely to happen to Fu Xun.

But Han Min still thought about it and wrote him a letter.

Pushing open the window, blowing the bamboo whistle, even after blowing a few times, the goshawk could not be seen.

The eagle who delivered the letter has not come back yet.

Han Min waited for a while, but had no choice but to sit back at the desk and open his manuscript.

He sandwiched the note in "Public Security", and couldn't wait for the goshawk to come, but wrote his "Two or Three Things about the Holy Majesty and the Censor" under the lamp.

That night, Han Min supported his head to write, and fell asleep lying on the desk while writing.

The dream was pitch black, and the boundaries could not be touched. Laughter and voices from all directions drowned him out.

That was the situation when the Han family ransacked the house, and he often dreamed about it in the past two years.

Han Min frowned and hummed twice, but couldn't wake up.

Later, I didn't know who it was, and carried him out of the darkness.

In a daze, he saw a raging fire not far from the palace wall, so he asked, "What's wrong there?"

After asking this question, he vaguely heard someone beside him talking.

It was King Gong Fu Quan, who had fought fiercely with Fu Xun in the past.

He shouted loudly, obviously very angry.

"Father, the third brother once returned to Beijing and burned down my palace for a criminal, please beg father to be the master for me!"

Han Min raised his eyelids, but couldn't open them.

The person sent by the emperor shouted from behind, and the person holding Han Min didn't even turn his head, just pressed his forehead to his forehead, comforting him in a low voice: "It doesn't matter, you go to sleep, you'll be fine when you wake up. "

The author has something to say:

Prince Gong: Damn it, my house!

Old Fu: I was still very handsome in my wife's dream (thumbs up)