After the fan who wrote the emperor was discovered

Han Min naturally didn't want to be treated as a demon concubine.

He looked serious, and looked at Fu Xun: "The national funeral is more important, won't your majesty go?"

"I know, I'll go and have a look, you rest."

"Your Majesty, go slowly."

Fu Xun got up and left.

Wen Yan was straightforward and waited outside until Fu Xun came out.

Probably Fu Xun went out to order something, and Eunuch Yang led people in soon after.

"Brother Min, I asked them to warm up the porridge, you take two more bites, and take the medicine after a while."

"it is good."

Han Min held the porridge bowl and drank the porridge, and asked casually, "Why don't you see Mrs. Liang?"

Eunuch Yang sat down on the footstool in front of the couch: "He is staring at your medicine."

Han Min thought about it, and then asked: "Can I move out? I can stay here for a few days, and I always live here... It's weird. Not only is it inconvenient for the Holy One, but it's still a hot filial piety at this time. It's even more inconvenient."

Eunuch Yang said: "You were brought back by the Holy Majesty himself. I dare not move your nest casually. When the Holy Majesty will come again, you can ask."

"That's fine...but what do you mean by 'carried back in person'?"

"What does this mean, that's what it means."

Han Min choked, turned his head away, and coughed twice.

Eunuch Yang took the porridge bowl and patted his back for him.

Han Min paused for a while, then patted his heart: "No wonder Wen Yan always dislikes me."

Did he provoke Wen Yan again today?

Messed up again.

Eunuch Yang smiled: "It's just a joke, why are you in a hurry? Besides, why are you so afraid of Wen Yan?"

"He has a straight temper and is upright. The Holy Spirit will definitely ask him to be a speaker in the future. Take a good look at the book by the speaker—"

Han Min thumped the bed: "If I tell Grandpa, I won't have to live."

After talking for a while, old doctor Liang came in with a little medicine boy.

The little medicine boy held a wooden tray in his hand, and on the wooden tray was a white porcelain medicine bowl and a plate of candied fruit.

The old doctor Liang handed him the medicine bowl: "Add a few flavors of calming herbs, drink it after warming it up, take a nap after drinking it, and sweat."

Han Min agreed, took the medicine bowl, held it in his hand, and stirred it with a spoon every now and then.

After a moment of silence, old doctor Liang asked, "I haven't seen you for two years, how is your grandfather?"

Several old people were friends who got together when they were young.

Later, Emperor Dezong drove the crane, and Grandpa Han Min returned to his hometown, so they separated.

Han Min replied: "My grandfather is very good, but he is a bit afraid of the cold in winter, so I watch him drink some ginseng soup every day—in fact, it's not really ginseng soup, just a little ginseng whiskers."

He squeezed a little bit with his fingers.

Eunuch Yang waved his hand: "Hey, he's always been like this. He was afraid of the cold when he was young and strong. It's been decades. What's the big deal?"

The old doctor Liang asked Han Min again: "What about your brother? When he left, didn't his legs..."

"I'm in a wheelchair now. I'm conscious, even if I can't use my strength, I can move a step or two with a cane. I learned some massage techniques from a doctor in Tongzhou, and I massage him every day. Useless."

Old Madam Liang sighed: "When will you bring him back, I'll show you."

Han Min seemed to be in a bit of a dilemma, nodded and responded softly, "Okay."

"I'm serious."

The old doctor Liang looked serious: "The Holy Majesty is like his grandfather Dezong, unlike his father who will take revenge. Even if you don't rehabilitate your family for a while, you won't be too strict with your family. Tongzhou is poor and evil, you Grandpa is getting old, and my elder brother needs to heal his legs, and elder brother Pei is about to go to school, seriously, bring your family members back soon."

"I know. It's just that the late emperor hasn't gone to the funeral, and Prince Gong is still in the court. I have married Prince Gong, and we have to wait for the Holy One to deal with Prince Gong."

Han Min paused, still a little embarrassed: "Besides, I didn't have a strong relationship with the Holy Majesty in the past. I used to fight with him when I was a child. Even if you are awarded a Jinshi, according to the rules, you shouldn't stay in Beijing to hold a post. "

Eunuch Yang and old doctor Liang looked at each other.

"Why do you think so?"

"Is not it?"

Eunuch Yang poked him on the forehead: "Anyone with a discerning eye can see that His Majesty cherishes your talent."

"fart……"

Consciously slipping his tongue, Han Min lowered his head and took a spoonful of soup to drink.

The two of them glanced at each other again, and Eunuch Yang picked up the plate and handed the candied fruit to him.

"Relax, the Holy One cherishes your talent. Since you are back, you will not be sent outside again."

Han Min picked up a candied fruit and ate it, "I hope so, Amitabha."

Dr. Liang got up and said, "Go to bed first, so I won't disturb you. You should also try the medicinal property, if it doesn't work, I'll give you another prescription."

"Well, thank you, old doctor."

After the two left, the hall became more and more quiet.

Han Min lay on the couch, stunned for a while.

In a daze, I saw the dragon on the top of the tent rushing into the clouds, and slowly fell asleep.

He hadn't recovered from a serious illness, and he was always busy in the past, and suddenly he was free. Han Min felt dizzy and couldn't get enough sleep no matter how hard he tried.

After taking a nap for a while, Han Min stretched his hands and lay on the bed for a while.

The system said: "I think you are always so lazy, and one day you will be kicked out of the palace by the emperor."

Han Min rolled over and sat up, rubbing his eyes: "Anyway, I've slept on the dragon bed, so it's not my fault."

The system hates iron but steel: "You have some ambition."

"Yes, now."

He got off the ground, pulled off his clothes and put them on, bowed his head and tied the belt.

"Where are you going?"

"I ate Wen Yan's candied fruit yesterday, so I went to thank him. In addition, Fu Xun said last night that he would take care of Prince Gong next month at the latest. However, Prince Gong has been in power for many years, and most of the civil servants in the court are his people. Fu Xun wants to touch him. , now is the time to use literati—"

Han Min casually pulled out a hair tie from the table, bent down to face the mirror, rolled up his hair, and continued, "Wen Yan came to him probably for this matter. After all, I've troubled Fu Xun so much. See if there's anything I can do to help."

The system said: "You are quite thoughtful, I thought you..."

While talking, there were two beeps outside the window.

Feeling strange, Han Min let out a "shh", and listened carefully for a while, when there was another movement outside the window.

He went to the window, opened the window and saw a goshawk leaning on the window sill, covered in blood, and the white hairs on its head were soaked in blood, sticking together into bunches.

It was the eagle that delivered the letter. Fu Xun named him Yanzhi, but Han Min called him Radish Head.

Startled, Han Min quickly picked it up, carried it carefully, and ran out of the hall.

Eunuch Yang was outside, saw him in a hurry, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Han Min showed him the dying eagle in his hand: "Here."

Eunuch Yang waved his hand: "I don't understand this. Let me take you to find the Holy One. The Holy One raises a lot of them. The meal was passed in the study just now, and the discussion should be over soon."

Han Min nodded and went with him.

And Fu Xun and Wen Yan were talking in the study, sitting face to face, the door of the palace was open, and the guard Wei Huan and a young eunuch were serving inside.

In order not to disturb, Han Min took a look at the bottom of the stone steps and turned to leave, when Fu Xun raised his eyes and saw him.

Fu Xun waved to him: "Come here."

Han Min turned around, ran up the stone steps in two or three steps, and explained, "I shouldn't disturb you, but it's still a small life..."

He nodded to Wen Yan, "Excuse me."

The corners of Wen Yan's mouth were pressed down, and he turned his head away, looking unhappy.

Han Min stepped forward, the eagle's feathers were still dripping with blood, he didn't know whether he should put it down for fear of dirtying Fu Xun's desk.

Fu Xun pushed away the memorial on the case: "Leave it alone."

"it is good."

Fu Xun touched the eagle's neck, it was still hot.

He ordered: "Wei Huan."

Wei Huan walked quickly into the room, took out a small wooden box, opened it, inside was a row of silver knives of different sizes, and some gold sore medicine, which should be specially for eagles.

Han Min sat down by the desk, the eagle's head was facing him, his eyes were cloudy.

Something seems wrong.

Fu Xun took a look, finally opened the eagle's beak, and took out a small bamboo tube from inside to give him.

Open the bamboo tube, the note inside is still good.

It is still the word "no hindrance".

It was the letter that Fu Xun wrote back to him a few days ago.

Han Min came to Yong'an because he didn't receive the letter.

The eagle was wounded and flew back and forth between Tongzhou and Yong'an. It was empty in Tongzhou, and wanted to come back to find Fu Xun, so it stopped on the window sill of the bedroom.

In the end, he met Han Min.

Fu Xun unpacked a pack of medicinal powder, and comforted Han Min: "It will be cured."

Han Min's voice was a little hoarse: "Yes."

Seeing that the eagle's talons had been cut off, he asked, "Will the talons grow back?"

Fu Xun nodded: "Yes, they would have broken their claws."

Han Min looked at the eagle on the table seriously.

After the bandage was finished, Fu Xun turned his head and wanted to rub his head, but found that his hands were covered with blood, so he touched his face with the back of his hand.

Han Min held the radish head in his arms and stroked its wings.

"I will never ask you to deliver a letter again."

"It won't be used anymore."

Fu Xun seemed to have something else to say.

Han Min only cared about coaxing his eagle.

Fu Xun washed his hands, propped his head up to look at the eagle, probably looking at the eagle.

After a while, Wen Yan said helplessly: "Your Majesty, Mr. Han, it's already noon, and this eagle should be hungry too."

Lunch was shared by Fu Xun, Han Min, and Wen Yan.

The scene is a little weird.

Fu Xun tried his best to pick up vegetables for Han Min, and Wen Yan was a son of a noble family who made pies, so he didn't talk about the food, and he ate and ate vegetables lukewarmly by himself.

Han Min couldn't bear it a little bit, and wanted the Holy One to "spread the rain and dew", but he couldn't say it.

He thanked him, turned his head and pushed the plate of minced meat on the ground towards the carrot head.

It is still lackluster, listless.

Even Han Min was sick.

After eating for a while, Wen Yan put down the bowl and chopsticks, took the handkerchief from the young eunuch, and pressed the corners of his lips.

He said in a gentle voice: "Mr. Han has a brilliant literary talent. A book written in Liuzhou at that time made Prince Gong's face change three times. When he came out of the golden palace, he fell on the steps. Wen Yan felt ashamed."

Fu Xun called out displeasedly: "Wen Bianzhang."

Bianzhang is his word.

Gentle words and good deeds, discerning articles.

Wen Bianzhang said indifferently: "This time, let's refer to Prince Gong's booklet. Your Majesty hasn't shown it to Mr. Han, has it? Why don't you show it to Mr. Han so that he can change it too."

Fu Xun's complexion changed, and he pressed the jade chopsticks on the table. Before he could speak, Han Min responded, "Okay."

Wen Yan smiled faintly at him.

The calculation in his mind was clear.

One is to suppress the "arrogant arrogance" of Han Min, the "demon concubine", and find something for him to do.

Second, he had to admit that Han Min was indeed very talented.

Last time in Liuzhou, Wen Yan played a memorial with his fellow practitioners, and it felt good.

But Fu Xun moved his chopsticks.

Not very happy.

Perhaps it was because the aura was too strong, Han Min also noticed it, and turned to look at him: "Huh?"

Fu Xun smiled gently: "Just do it if you like."

He looked at Wen Yan, and said coldly: "Don't always plan to push your own duties to others."

Wen Yan didn't care at all: "It's really a great skill to be able to make Prince Gong stumble. It's hard for Wen Yan to flatter a horse. Wen Yan cherishes Mr. Han's talent, that's why he made such a bad plan, and wants to be alone with Mr. Han."

Fu Xun frowned, say it again, what do you think?You think beautifully!

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