After the fan who wrote the emperor was discovered

Han Min drank ginger soup in the posthouse, and ate something casually to fill his stomach, and followed Fu Xun out to see the disaster situation.

The house was destroyed by the earthquake, and the people built thatched huts on the open space and lived in the thatched huts that were ventilated on all sides.

Han Min looked around and asked Fu Xun, "Did you bring any troops?"

Fu Xun has been leading troops in the northwest all year round, holding the military power in his hands, so Han Min asked him this.

Fu Xun said: "I originally wanted to bring people here. But the imperial court said that the garrison is too large to move easily. The situation is urgent and we cannot be entangled, so we came here directly. All the local militiamen in Liuzhou were used."

Han Min nodded and continued walking.

Just now, the food and medicinal materials brought by Han Min also arrived in the city.

Wen Yan and Liu Zhizhou took care of everything. When they got the things, they first cooked a few pots of rice porridge and some herbs to dispel the cold. The people were queuing up with bowls in their hands.

Han Min stepped forward to take a look.

In order to save food, the rice porridge is boiled thinly.

It is also impossible.

He sighed, and then asked Fu Xun: "People from the imperial court will definitely be able to come at night?"

Fu Xun put his hands behind his back: "I couldn't come originally."

Han Min walked out of the hut: "What's wrong?"

"The dispatcher is Fu Quan."

Fu Xun only said this, and Han Min understood.

Fu Xun Xingsan, Fu Quan is Fu Xun's fourth younger brother, who was named King Gong a few years ago.

The crown prince died early, and the sage did not install another crown prince.

Several brothers fought fiercely for the crown prince's position, among them King Gong Fu Quan was the most serious.

Fu Quan is vicious by nature.

If he was in charge of the dispatch of disaster relief, he would have to stumbling Fu Xun and fish for some oil and water, so naturally he would not let go easily.

Fu Xun probably took a lot of effort to tear a piece of meat out of his mouth.

Fu Xun reminded him: "The magistrate of Liuzhou is also one of his people."

Fu Xun turned his head slightly, and said lightly in Han Min's ear, "He wants me to put my life on Liuzhou."

Han Min was slightly taken aback.

Fu Xun explained in a low voice: "Food and medicinal materials have not come for a long time, there are thieves inside and outside Liu Zhizhou, and the people who don't know the situation are entangled. It was originally agreed to rebel tonight and directly attack the posthouse.

"Before you came, on the tower, Liu Zhizhou told me that he was going to rush for food. He actually wanted to go out and hide for a while, and come back after the king died.

"I didn't bring any troops here. If the people riot, I will definitely die in the city."

Han Min suddenly looked up at him.

But Fu Xun's expression was calm, looking at him with a smile that was not a smile.

Han Min touched his heart in fear.

Pounding.

Seeing his appearance, Fu Xun still smiled and comforted him, "I won't die."

There was a riot at night, and the food did not arrive until the evening, so the time card was accurate.

Han Min ignored him, clutched his chest, and walked straight away.

He asked his own system in his heart: "King Ding is just a title, right? This title can be exchanged for others, right? Is Fu Xun, the next emperor, still not securely seated?"

The system answered him with an indifferent electronic voice: "I can only tell you that King Ding will be the emperor."

Han Min didn't show his face, but his heart was violent: "When I first came here, you said that King Ding would be the emperor, and you didn't tell me who King Ding was. It's about this time. We have known each other for more than ten years. You Or don't tell me."

Gan!

The system did not answer.

Han Min continued: "For more than ten years, I just raised one..."

dog.

When Han Min raised his eyes, he saw a big yellow dog that was domesticated by ordinary people tied to a tree stump not far away.

He was shocked: "Tong, calm down!"

The system didn't speak anymore, and the consciousness was already attached to the big yellow dog.

The yellow dog became conscious of the system, broke free from the leash, and rushed to him, barking wildly.

Han Min panicked and took two steps back.

His feet slipped, and he bumped into someone's arms, but that person held him up.

Han Min glanced back, it was Fu Xun.

"Thank you."

The big yellow dog attached to the system consciousness barked at Han Min.

Fu Xun supported Han Min, led him back, looked down and saw his frightened expression, and smiled unconscionably.

Because he couldn't hold back his laughter, Han Min gave him a glare.

Fu Xun touched the tip of his nose, held back his smile, waved his hand, and asked others to lead the dog down.

There was still time, so Han Min went to look at the food and medicinal materials he had brought.

The transporter was also brought by him from Tongzhou, and the magistrate of Tongzhou lent him.

They ate something hastily to fill their bellies, and were busily unloading.When they saw him coming, they all greeted him.

"Brother Ming."

Han Min waved at them: "How are you all, uncles?"

"All good, all good."

Han Min pulled Zhou Shu, who was in charge, over, "Uncle."

Uncle Zhou was helping unload the goods, tugged at his sleeves, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Han Min pulled him aside: "I didn't know how many people there were in Liuzhou when we came here, but now that we have arrived, how many days do we have enough food?"

"Grit your teeth, it's only ten or so days."

Han Min was thoughtful, but Uncle Zhou thought he was dissatisfied, and comforted him, "You raised the money yourself, so it's already too much."

Han Min said, "People from the imperial court will come tonight."

Uncle Zhou clapped his palms together: "That's fine, let the people in the court take care of it."

Han Min shook his head and said softly, "Uncle Zhou, to be honest, Liuzhou Zhizhou is a saboteur."

Uncle Zhou looked puzzled: "What? A junkie?"

"Saboteurs, saboteurs. When we were still in Liuzhou, we had to trouble Uncle Zhou to arrange manpower and keep things close."

This time Uncle Zhou understood.

He patted his chest and promised: "Don't worry about that, I'll arrange someone to watch over it."

Han Min felt relieved, and Uncle Zhou waved his hand: "It's cold outside, you're weak, go back."

Han Min took two steps back, suddenly remembered something, turned around and said, "Uncle Zhou, I'm a criminal, it's not convenient to walk outside. If people in Liuzhou ask who prepared these things, they will say yes." Our Tongzhou magistrate prepared it, don’t mention me. If they ask me what I am here for, they will say that the prefect only sent me to do things, and let me take the blame and make meritorious service.”

Uncle Zhou nodded: "Okay, I will write it down."

After saying goodbye, Han Min turned and left.

Fu Xun stood not far away waiting for him.

"Is the order over?"

Han Min nodded, thought for a while, and told Fu Xun what he told Uncle Zhou just now.

—Don't say that it was prepared by Han Min, but give the credit to the prefect of Tongzhou.

He was wronged, but he didn't feel it himself.

Fu Xun was not very happy, and he didn't answer, his expression was cold.

Han Min didn't realize it, it just so happened that Wen Yan came to look for Fu Xun at this time, so he let them go to work and leave him alone.

He looked around the city alone, then went back to the post house.

Fu Xun asked for a room to be vacated for him, and it was also tidied up at this time.

Han Min opened the window to breathe, sat down in front of the case, and took out a pen and paper from the pen holder he carried with him.

The system asked: "What do you want to write?"

Han Min rubbed the ink with his left hand: "Write a memorial."

"Shenliu Zhizhou? Or the King of Shengong Fu Quan?"

"All participation."

"For disaster relief, the two of them haven't made any major mistakes so far, so I'm afraid it's useless."

Han Min dipped his pen and ink: "Believe in the power of words."

The system was speechless for a moment.

Han Min explained: "I can't participate now, but I will be able to participate in the evening."

"what?"

Han Min didn't answer directly. He propped his head and thought, "Let me start with the fascinating ones. All of them, look up the ancients' scriptures. Participate in the ones who enrich their own pockets and don't care about the people. Get angry."

"Oh."

"Cheer up, we are building our hearts for the world and our lives for the people."

The system responded flatly and began to search.

After a while, it said: "It's passed on to you."

"Okay, thank you all."

"Fuck you, call everything if you have something to do, and yellow dog if you have nothing to do."

Han Min was originally an ordinary college student majoring in Chinese in modern society.

After an accidental death, he traveled to this world and bound the system.

This system has three functions in total.

One is spoilers.

It will tell Han Min what will happen next, but——

Never fully transparent.

For example, when Han Min was six or seven years old, he always said, "King Ding will be the emperor."It kept nagging in Han Min's ear, and Han Min began to think about finding a backer.

But at that time, Han Min was dazzled by looking at a dozen or so princes who were tall, short, fat, thin, beautiful and ugly, and couldn't tell which one was King Ding.

In the end, he really couldn't pick one out, so Han Min simply gave up his backing.

So this spoiler function is a tasteless one.

The second function of the system is consciousness attachment.

Just like just outside, one person has one system, and if there is a disagreement, the system will attach to the yellow dog to scare him.

The system can only be attached to some small animals, otherwise Han Min would have let the system attach to the emperor.

The third is literature search.

Just then Han Min asked him to find two sample memorials to read, which are——

To check the weight.

Okay, this is rigorous.

Fortunately, Han Min was able to learn well before crossing over. After coming here, he was born in a civil servant's family and learned a lot.

He knows some poems and songs, and writing memorials is not difficult.

Han Min leaned over his desk to write.

A small sparrow was chirping outside the window, and the system was attached to it.The little sparrow flapped its wings, flew in, and stopped quietly on the table.

Han Min patted its head and continued writing.

Lunch was also hurriedly settled in the room, and then I returned to the case to write something.

Until the night.

Han Min heard noisy voices outside, looked up, and saw several torches burning in the distance.

It seems that the imperial convoy transporting food and medicinal materials has arrived.

Han Min put down his pen, stood up, and said to the little sparrow on the table, "Go, go and have a look."

Little sparrows flew around him.

Just after walking out of the post house, Han Min turned his head and caught a glimpse of a sneaky figure from the corner of his eye.

Han Min immediately changed direction and followed quickly.

The man went to the warehouse where the grain was stored.

Han Min was weak, so he trotted all the way over, hid in the shadows, and took a few breaths.

At this time, everyone else was at the gate of the city, waiting for the people from the imperial court to come.

What the man was doing around the warehouse, Han Min didn't see clearly, only saw him finally take out a fire pocket from his sleeve.

Arson?

Han Min touched his side, picked up a wooden stick and threw it, just in time to hit the man's hand holding the torch.

Forgot to mention, since he came here, he has always been No.1 in the pot throwing competition.

There is a high probability that you can't beat it hard, so you can only throw things secretly.

The man picked up the fire bag, blew it on, and was about to throw it into the granary.

This time Han Min didn't have time to interrupt.When the flames came on, the man also turned his head to look at Han Min.

Han Min paused with the hand holding the other wooden stick, and ran back.

While running, he shouted: "Fu Xun! Someone..."

Unexpectedly, Fu Xun was standing not far behind him, and Han Min rushed into his arms before he could run a few steps.

Fu Xun supported his shoulders with both hands: "Okay, it's okay, I'm here."

Fu Xun waved his hand, and the guards behind him quickly stepped forward, put out the fire in time, and pushed the arsonist to the ground.

Standing in front of Fu Xun, Han Min didn't dare to look at him, and whispered to the system, "Tong, I feel so ashamed."

The system that has attached its consciousness to the yellow dog, bared its teeth and barked, ready to fight the gangster to the death: "...me too."

The author has something to say:

It was originally scheduled to be updated at [-] am on Wednesday for the convenience of changing the list, but Pang Pangsheng will not be on the list this week, so it will be updated at [-] pm tomorrow~

Min Min: It's too embarrassing

System: It's too embarrassing

Prince: So cute, cute and brave (99999 degree filter)