After the fan who wrote the emperor was discovered

Han Min stood where he was and watched as Fu Xun closed the inner door and lowered the curtain.

Every literati who aspires to become an official, the dream situation.

Just like the last time Fu Xun sent him out of Liuzhou, although Han Min was not an orthodox literati, he began to be moved again.

"System, hurry up, pass on "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" to me, and I'll see if Liu Bei and Zhuge Liang have slept in the same bed!"

The system didn't answer, and Han Min called it two more times, but it still didn't respond.

Ran.

The system left him and ran away.

It does know how to watch the timing.

Before Han Min recovered his breath, he was led away by Fu Xun.

A little shy.

Han Min touched the tip of his nose.

Fu Xun looked back at him: "Why are you smirking?"

Han Min's expression froze, and then he corrected seriously: "I'm just smiling sweetly."

I really can't tell him.

He didn't deal with it when he was young. Do you expect him to understand the little thoughts of literati when he grows up?

Han Min took his hand out of his hand, let out a small "hum", and walked to the bed with his hands behind his back.

Fu Xun smiled, turned around and went behind the screen to change clothes.

When he came out again, Han Min was already wrapped in a quilt and lying down on the couch.

Eyes open, rubbing hands together nervously.

Although the system is not there, he is still used to talking to the system to relieve his mood.

"I really didn't expect it to be like this when I was young. I didn't have any hope for the mission goal of 'monarch and ministers sharing the same bed'. Fu Xun is so kind. I have decided to do my best for him and die. !"

Han Min kicked his legs.

The Han Jiaojiao in her mind twisted and began to tap and dance the penguin dance.

Candles were lit on the table outside, and the curtains in front of the bed were hanging down. The curtains in winter were thick and warm.

The bed was very big, and Han Min was a small one, nestled in the innermost part.

When the curtain was lifted, a gust of warm wind blew by, and then the bedding around him sank.

Fu Xun repeated what he said just now: "Are you stupid again...why are you laughing so sweetly?"

The literati are sincere, and Han Min's eyes are shining brightly: "Your Majesty, this is the long-cherished wish of the literati."

Fu Xun was lying flat, with his hands on his pillow, and turned to look at him: "This is a long-cherished wish of a literati. Didn't you fulfill your wish more than ten years ago?"

Han Min also turned his head to look: "How do you say that?"

Fu Xun looked away and coughed lightly: "When I saw you for the first time, I didn't fight with you, and we recuperated in the palace with you, and ate and lived together for three or four months. This is your long-cherished wish, it is too much Simpler."

Han Min pursed his lips: "How can it be the same?"

"What's the difference?"

"Of course it is..."

Han Min didn't speak any more, turned over and turned his back to him.

"Well, I've decided to devote myself to Fu Xun, and as for dying, forget it."

Seeing his black hair scattered on the pillow, Fu Xun stretched out his fingertips to stroke the end of his hair.

"Han Min."

"Ok?"

Fu Xun called him but didn't speak.Han Min waited for a while, rubbed his face, closed his eyes, and prepared to squint for a while.

He originally thought that he would not be able to fall asleep as before, but unexpectedly he closed his eyes, and the faint rosin in the tent enveloped him, and the thick curtain separated him from the boundless night outside.

It must be that the quilt on the dragon bed was too soft, Han Min had no other consciousness, and was completely trapped in a soft dream.

Seeing that he was asleep, Fu Xun leaned over and hugged him.

Silent all night.

Fu Xun got up early and saw that Han Min was still asleep, so he got off the couch lightly, put on his clothes and went out without anyone coming in to wait on him.

Han Min slept until it was three poles in the sun.

Dragging his shoes, he opened the curtain and went out to call someone.

Afraid of disturbing his sleep, the palace people didn't move around in the front hall, so he went straight to the door of the hall, only to hear someone talking outside the corridor.

"Woke up last night, ate something, and seemed to be in good spirits."

This is the old house servant Yang Gonggong whom I met last night.

Eunuch Yang served two generations of emperors—Fu Xun's grandfather, Emperor Dezong, and Fu Xun's father.

When Han Min was young, Grandpa Han met Emperor Dezong and sometimes took him into the palace. When the monarchs and ministers were talking, Eunuch Yang would always take him to play;

Another old man with a black beard nodded: "That's good, it's almost done."

This is old doctor Liang, who is highly respected in the imperial clinic.

Not long ago, Han Min mentioned him to his mother, saying that if old lady Liang was there, his brother's leg might be cured.

The old doctor Liang also served in the palace when she was young, and has been serving in the palace until now.

Both of them watched Han Min grow up.

Han Min pushed open the heavy wooden door and poked his head out: "I'm awake."

The two were startled by him and turned their heads together.

Han Min laughed, his dark eyes sparkling.

Eunuch Yang glanced at him up and down, pretending to be angry and said: "Why did you come out dressed like this, go back and cover yourself with the quilt."

The old doctor Liang also ordered the little medicine boy who was waiting on her loudly: "Go and bring the old man's medicine box."

Before he had time to say a word, Han Min was rushed back to his room.

The palace people who served were crowded, those holding clothes, washing utensils, and tea and food, crowded the palace.

Han Min changed into a middle coat, wrapped tightly in a quilt, and sat on the couch.

He just wanted to stretch out his hand to wash his face, but Eunuch Yang held him down.

"Don't move, I'll come."

Eunuch Yang wrung out the towel, supported his head, and wiped his face.

Han Min snorted, "It's not that my hand is broken."

Eunuch Yang just said: "Close your eyes."

"Oh."

After washing up, Eunuch Yang had to pick up the porridge bowl and feed him.

Han Min hurriedly said, "I'll do this by myself, by myself."

Eunuch Yang looked at him, his eyes dim with tears, and raised his hand to stroke his temples.

Han Min smiled at him: "Grandpa, I'm fine, it's just..."

Eunuch Yang scowled: "You're yelling again, who is your godfather?"

Han Min smiled and changed his words: "Eunuch Yang."

Only then did Eunuch Yang respond: "Hey."

After taking two mouthfuls of japonica rice porridge, Han Min put down the bowl.

Eunuch Yang asked: "Do you want to eat now?"

"Not too hungry, eat later."

"Then eat it later and show it to Mrs. Liang first."

Eunuch Yang took his hand and handed it to old doctor Liang: "Quick, take a look."

The pulse pillow was placed on the low table in front of the couch, and the old doctor Liang put one hand on his wrist, stroked his beard with the other, squinted his eyes, and examined the doctor carefully.

Han Min wanted to speak: "I..."

Eunuch Yang and old doctor Liang glanced at him together: "Quiet, I have something to say later."

Han Min sniffed, "Oh."

The palace people withdrew silently, and the hall was very quiet.

I don't know how long there was silence before old doctor Liang slowly withdrew his hand.

"I'll go down and change the prescription again."

He paused for a moment, then asked again: "Brother Min, why is your body...compared with before, why is it so much worse? You are not doing well in Tongzhou? Why didn't you tell us? Does your grandfather know?"

That's a tactful way to put it.

Han Min lowered his head: "It's okay, it's probably because he was tossing around in prison a few years ago... plus he couldn't sleep well at night."

"How long?"

"Two years."

"After your family ransacked?"

"Well, I keep dreaming." Han Min wiped his face, "Later, when things got busy, I got used to going to bed late."

"How can I do that? The old man will give you two prescriptions for sleeping."

"I also took medicine in Tongzhou, but it didn't work. It's probably a psychological problem."

The old doctor Liang coaxed him: "Take two sticks first and try."

Han Min whispered, "But I don't know why, but I sleep well here."

Old Madam Liang stroked his beard and said, "It's probably because of His Majesty's Dragon Qi."

"It's not so mysterious. It's probably because he saved me. I'm more relaxed when he's here."

"Then live here."

"How about that?"

It is enough for the monarch and his ministers to share the same bed once. How can anyone sleep together every day?

Then it is not called a literati and a courtier, but a favorite minister and concubine.

Han Min didn't think so.

He looked at Eunuch Yang: "Where's Your Majesty?"

Mr. Yang said: "The late emperor passed away and stayed in Fengqian Palace. He will go to Mingshan Mausoleum to be buried in a month. Today is the first seven days of the late emperor. The Holy One and several princes were guarding the funeral in Fengqian Hall early in the morning and burning banners. They will be back soon. .”

Han Min nodded.

Eunuch Yang asked him in turn: "I still want to ask you, why did you come here? You are so reckless, and you are in such a mess."

"I..." Han Min pursed his lips and said, "I'm just a little worried."

As soon as the voice fell, the curtain separating the inside and outside was lifted.

The plain clothes worn by the guard hadn't been changed yet, so Fu Xun came in to have a look at Han Min.Raising his hand, his eyes fell directly on him.

"Woke up?"

Han Min was unprepared, and met his gaze, caring about the difference between the monarch and his subjects, so he lowered his head and looked away.

Afterwards, Eunuch Yang and old doctor Liang got up and saluted. Han Min unwrapped the quilt and got up too.

Fu Xun said lightly: "You sit down."

So Han Min sat back on his seat.

Fu Xun told Eunuch Yang and Imperial Physician Liang: "You stay with him, I will change my clothes and come back."

The curtains fell, and the palace people filed in with clothes and tea.

Through the curtain, there are shadows over there.

Han Min didn't look any further, thought for a while, lowered his voice, and said to Eunuch Yang, "Should I live in another place?"

Before Eunuch Yang could answer, Fu Xun opened the curtain and walked in, asking, "Where do you want to go?"

He changed into his normal clothes, strode forward, and sat down in front of Han Min.

Eunuch Yang and the old doctor Liang retired together, leaving only the two of them in the palace.

Fu Xun sat on the side of the couch, pressed his hands on his knees, and then said, "You just said that you want to change..."

Before the words were finished, Eunuch Yang passed on outside: "Your Majesty, Mr. Wen Yan asked to see you, and we want to discuss the funeral of Mingshan in a month's time."

Fu Xun turned his face sideways: "Let him sit in the side hall for a while."

"Yes."

Eunuch Yang took the order and withdrew.

Not long after, there was another knock on the palace door.

Unable to stop Eunuch Yang, Wen Yan shook off his robe and walked straight into the hall.

Through the curtain, only two figures can be seen inside, sitting on the couch facing each other.

After only one glance, he bowed and saluted, and remonstrated helplessly: "Your Majesty, the national funeral is a very important matter, please let go of other things. Even if it is delayed for Mr. Han, Mr. Han may feel sorry for it."

Han Min thought to himself, "I seem to understand a little bit."

The system asked: "Understand what?"

Han Min was a little surprised: "You're back?"

Last night, Fu Xun invited him to sleep with him. When he looked for the system, the system disappeared.

"I just came back. The control center sent you compensation, and I went back to get it. What did you say you understood?"

"I know why Wen Yan doesn't like me anymore."

"why?"

Han Min sniffed: "Look at me, I snatched his candied fruit last night, and today I seduced the emperor not to go to court, do I look like the demon concubine in the history books?"

The system immediately laughed, and Han Min also laughed.

Fu Xun turned his head to look, only to see that he was wrapped in a quilt, but one of his feet was exposed outside.

I don't know what funny thing I thought of, I trembled and laughed secretly.

Looks silly.

Fu Xun pulled the corner of the quilt to cover his feet.

The author has something to say:

Warm words: balabalabala

Your Majesty: My wife is so stupid, cover her feet

Wen Yan: ? ? ?