After the fan who wrote the emperor was discovered

Two years ago, the Han family was ransacked on charges of privately revising national history.

The courtiers whose houses were ransacked, the descendants of their direct relatives were often imprisoned to await trial, and if their offspring were involved, they would be exiled to a foreign land.

At that time, Han Min and his grandfather were locked in different cells.

Outside the window of Han Min's cell was an execution platform, where prisoners were executed all the year round, and it was covered with blood and carrion, which attracted many crows.

He stayed in prison for a few days, and one day he suddenly touched a small bamboo whistle in his sleeve.

At that time, Fu Xun was still leading troops in the northwest, and once he came back to report on his duties, before he left, for some reason, he gave him this thing.

He called the goshawk named Yanzhi over with a bamboo whistle, tore off a piece of clothes, bit his finger, and wrote a word to Fu Xun——begging.

He was really helpless, so he asked for help from the person who had opposed him in the past.

The goshawk flew into the crowd of crows.

But instead of waiting for Fu Xun, he waited for a group of old eunuchs instead.

"It's only seventeen after the new year, very tender, very tender."

"I have heard that the second son of the Han family is smart, and it is your good fortune to enter the palace to serve the nobles."

"You look so good. I want to adopt a godson, so don't snatch it from me."

Han Min's voice was hoarse, and he said, "The courtier ransacked the house, and the descendants entered the Ye Youting Court, didn't they do..."

eunuch.

The old eunuch picked up his collar and pulled him up from the ground: "You have a good idea, you can do whatever the Holy Majesty wants you to do, and you can choose and choose."

The eunuchs in the palace often entered the palace when they were young.

Before the execution, they must be closed in a dark room for several days and nights.

When the whole person is groggy, let him eat to his full again, only food, no drink.

After the matter is over, send the person back to the dark room to recuperate the wound for several months in a chaotic manner.

After the injury is healed, you can serve others.

Han Min was moved and locked in a dark room.

The only system that can talk to him, went back to the control center for maintenance a few days ago.

He stayed alone in the dark room, and he didn't know the time of day, but someone passed food in through the window every day.

Han Min couldn't eat a bite, so he hid in the corner, thinking about what to do at first, but then he couldn't think of anything, just leaning against the wall.

The right hand that was trampled off by Prince Gong didn't have any dressing changed, and I don't know if the bones are misplaced, and it still hurts faintly.

It was too dark to see the light, and no one spoke to him.

Both body and heart hurt badly.

He felt like he was going to die.

I don't know how many days later, he was raised.

Eyes see the light and weep.

There is a lot of food on the round table in the middle, but there is no soup.

Han Min probably knew the rules—they were going to fight after this meal.

He didn't know where the strength came from, and suddenly overturned the table, and he didn't know where to run. After making a fuss for a while, he was pressed on the table by several people.

"He doesn't eat, and he won't be able to get over it later. It's not our fault. Let's go straight to the knife and save trouble."

Han Min couldn't cry out, couldn't break free, exhausted his strength, and knocked his head heavily on the table.

He didn't die or faint, only two lines of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

While holding a knife and roasting with fire, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open.

There was a commotion in the room, and Han Min took the opportunity to roll under the table and hide.

Someone said: "My lord, this place is dirty, please go elsewhere..."

Fu Xun kicked away the person kneeling at his feet, squatted down in front of the table, and lifted the tablecloth.

Seeing him, Han Min didn't cry or shout, but called out in a daze, "Fu Xun..."

Fu Xun knelt on the ground, stretched out his hand, and hugged him out.

After tossing about for a few days, Han Min was in a daze, and when he came out, it was already night.

He vaguely saw the raging fire not far away, and asked, "What's wrong there?"

Fu Xun hugged him, pressed his forehead against his, and comforted him in a low voice: "It's okay, you go to sleep, you'll be fine when you wake up."

Prince Gong Fu Quan begged the emperor to make the decision for him.

It turns out that Fu Xun really burned Prince Gong's mansion down.

It's just that at that time, Han Min was in a state of confusion, he always thought it was a dream.

At this time in Funing Hall, Fu Xun looked down at him, and probably guessed it.

During those days when he was locked in the dark room, Han Min was terrified. Since then, he has never been able to sleep well at night.

He hides too deeply, and always looks calm and breezy. I'm afraid not all his family members know about it.

Now that he thinks about it carefully, Fu Xun realizes that he actually showed some flaws when getting along.

Not long ago in Liuzhou, in the middle of the night, Han Min was still sitting in front of the desk writing, unwilling to go to sleep on the couch.It was Fu Xun who looked at him and let him sleep, and he got up after a short sleep. On the contrary, he slept for a long time during the day, and was said by others to be pampered.

When they were in Tongzhou, the two shared a room.Through the screen, Fu Xun always heard him turning over at night, and Yue Mo also kept his eyes open, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, but he didn't dare to show it.

And because it was Fu Xun who rescued him in the end, as soon as Fu Xun covered him with his cloak, and as soon as Fu Xun reached out to touch his face, he could relax a little.

Having figured this out, Fu Xun waved at old doctor Liang to let him go down.

Fu Xun sat by the couch and held Han Min's hand so that he could sleep peacefully for a while.

Not long after, Han Min opened his eyes, his eyes were red: "Fu Xun..."

Originally, Fu Xun was leaning against the couch and lost in thought, when he heard him shout, he hurriedly responded, "What's wrong?"

He didn't answer, and wept with his mouth puckered.

Fu Xun panicked for a moment, touched his face, and coaxed him like before: "It's okay, go to sleep, you'll be fine after a while."

Confused by fever, Han Min whimpered and said, "I won't sleep anymore, I want to write."

"it is good."

Fu Xun took the cloak, wrapped him up, and carried him to the side hall study.

The lights were brightly lit, Han Min sat on Fu Xun's lap, he couldn't even hold his pen steadily, he scribbled twice on the courtier's memorial to Fu Xun, then dropped the pen, and fell asleep peacefully lying on the desk.

Fu Xun's thoughts sank, and he reached out to stroke his temples.

This is how he fell asleep.

For the past two years, he had fallen asleep like this.

The author has something to say:

To change the situation, readers of "Something About the Holy Majesty and So-and-so" are looking forward to it

Min Min: I won’t sleep anymore, I want to write

Readers: Songyan Moke is super diligent!

To change the scene, the Furong tent warms up the spring night

Minmin: Oh, I don’t want it anymore

Old Fu: Write, understand (write on the back of Mi Min)