After the fan who wrote the emperor was discovered

Waking up from the dream, Han Min suddenly raised his head.

Elder brother Han Shi was about to pat his hand and stopped in the air. Seeing his appearance, he asked, "What's wrong? Are you having nightmares again?"

Han Min didn't answer, but wiped his face and found that his face was covered with cold sweat.

He slept less at night, stayed up late to organize things when he was in Liuzhou, and wrote manuscripts when he was in Tongzhou.

Half of it is because of his hard work; the other half is because he always has nightmares at night.

He would rather squint for a while at twilight than sleep at night.

The situation in the dream is really terrible.

Han Shi wiped his face with his sleeve: "It's time for our family to raid the house again?"

Han Min just nodded and opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

He took a deep breath and covered his face, not knowing how true or false the situation in the dream was,

At that time, he was in a daze, leaning against Fu Xun's arms. He didn't know what the people next to him said or did.

I dreamed that Fu Xun burned Prince Gong's mansion down at that time, but I don't know if it's true or not.

After recovering for a while, Han Min put down his hands: "Brother, I'll go out and wash my face."

He went out and stood in the yard.

I washed my face with cold water from the well.

Although it was spring at this time, the wind at night was still cool, and when it blew on his face, it was so cold that he shivered.

When he returned to his room, Han Shi was still waiting for him in the room.

Seeing him come back, I was a little relieved.

"Sleep a little longer, brother is looking at you."

Han Min pondered, "Brother, can I borrow your horse again?"

"Where are you going?"

"Go to... Yong'an."

"Leave in a few days?"

In fact, after Han Min said that, he regretted a little.

Since the system has said that King Ding will definitely be the emperor, it seems that he is overwhelmed by worrying here.

If Fu Xun really became the emperor, he ran around here, as if he was running to ask for a reward.

If something happened to Fu Xun, he would go to Yong'an and fall into the hands of Prince Gong, and he might not even be able to live with the Han family.

So, no matter how he thinks, he shouldn't have gone through this.

Han Min pursed his lips, a little discouraged: "Forget it, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Had a nightmare and panicked, and Han Min didn't feel like going to sleep, so he just sat in front of the case all night.

Write and write the storybook, lie down and squat for a while when you are tired, and continue writing when you wake up.

Just got through the night.

In the early morning of the next day, Han Min got up from the desk, rubbed his eyes, and sorted out the manuscripts, and found that they were almost done.

Han Min picked up the pen, closed the second volume of the storybook, and left a hook.

Go to Baishi Bookstore to submit the manuscript.

Same as before, the boy from the bookstore led him to the inner room.

Han Min took out a thick stack of manuscripts from his pen and placed them on the table.

Before he could speak, he heard someone talking outside.

"Quickly, remove all the irrelevant scrolls!"

Han Min turned his head when he heard the words, the shopkeeper said "excuse me", and hurried out to have a look.

The person outside is a person Han Min met here a few days ago, who just came back from Yong'an City.

The man pulled the shopkeeper's sleeve, put it close to his ear, lowered his voice, and said: "The Holy One is dead."

Han Min followed behind the shopkeeper, he listened carefully to this sentence, and he didn't care whether others cared, so he blurted out and asked, "I don't know which prince it is..."

The man glanced at him, and lowered his voice even more: "Don't dare to say that, Yong'an City has sealed the gates, and the palace gates have also been sealed. I heard that some prince is going to enter the city. Prince Gong won't allow it. Let the arrows be shot on the tower, and they will be pierced into hedgehogs. The people on both sides killed the people in the dark, and the blood flowed like a river..."

Han Min didn't sleep much all night, and the worries of several days poured out at this time, his eyes went dark, and he almost couldn't catch his breath.

The man finally said: "I don't know who will win and who will lose. The news of the new emperor's enthronement hasn't come yet."

Han Min made up his mind, and said to the shopkeeper, "I'll go ahead and take my leave."

The shopkeeper asked him from behind: "Mr. Han, when is the next submission?"

"I'll go to Yong'an and let the people from your bookstore in Yong'an find me."

"Eh?"

Before he could speak again, Han Min had already walked away.

He hurried home, and the system advised him: "Don't worry, maybe Fu Xun won?"

"Then maybe Fu Xun was tied up like a hedgehog?"

"Then let me help you ask the head office of the control center again?"

"Wait for the reply from the center. Fu Xun is dead. I'll go there myself."

"Eh!"

When Han Min returned home, he took out the small box in which he saved money, handed it to Han Shi, and briefly explained two things.Then I went to my grandfather's room and said a few words, then kowtowed.

Grandpa Han asked him: "Decided?"

Han Min nodded heavily: "It's decided."

Grandpa Han sighed and waved his hands: "Then go."

He led the horse from the stable.

Lady Yuan helped him pack his things, and Han Min took the burden and got on the horse.

The sky was overcast, and a cold wind that was not too soft was blowing on the face.

Han Min shuddered, secretly made up his mind, and tightened his grip on the reins.

As he walked away, Mrs. Yuan took off her apron and threw it aside.

"Enemy, what an enemy, I said a few days ago that he has to elope with Prince Ding."

Yong'an City is in the north of Tongzhou. In the first month of the lunar year, the spring breeze is not yet there, and there is still light snowfall at the end of winter, so it is a bit cold at dusk.

The setting sun gradually sank, and the sky gradually darkened.

The lanterns hanging in front of the palace gate have been replaced with white ones. The wind blows and the candles flicker.

The fifth prince clapped his hands together and came out from the palace gate.

The carriage wrapped in blue cloth was waiting in front, and the attendants held umbrellas and followed behind Fu Rang.

He sniffed and looked at the middle-aged man in plain clothes beside him.

"Uncle Wang, after a while, father and emperor will go to the funeral, shouldn't there be any more accidents?"

The middle-aged man has a simple and honest face, and a solid figure, wrapped in outer clothes and clasped his hands.

Fu Rang called him Uncle Wang, presumably he was the youngest brother of the old emperor, Fu Le who had been named King Yue earlier.

"That's not necessarily true. Who doesn't know that there is still restlessness?"

Fu Rang blurted out: "Brother Sanhuang..."

Prince Yue coughed twice to remind him.

Fu Rang changed his mind and said, "Why didn't your sage just finish him off?"

The two walked towards the carriage together, and the attendants lifted the curtain when they suddenly heard a horse neighing from the other side of the snow field.

Fu Rang turned his head subconsciously, and saw a thin literati in coarse plain clothes riding a steed in the snow.

He took a second look, turned his head, smiled and said to Prince Yue: "Uncle Wang, do you think that person looks like Han Min?"

Prince Yue also took a look, stroked his mustache, and smiled naively: "It really looks a bit like it. Speaking of it, I really want to feel pity."

Fu Rang nodded: "Me too."

The uncle and nephew laughed silly together.

The night was unclear, and the moon was rising at this time, and the snow reflected the moonlight, clearly illuminating the appearance of the thin scholar.

Fu Rang took a closer look and exclaimed, "Uncle Wang, that's really Han Min!"

Just like Liuzhou in the past.Han Min claims to be an unorthodox literati, but as long as he carries a pen, wherever he goes, mountains of knives will be smashed and fire will be dried up.

The author has something to say:

Pen Pouch (two tones of tuo): Mimin’s pencil case, containing the basic supplies of literati

Fu Le: I want pity

Fu Rang: Me too

Min Min: I'm right here!Where do you miss it!