After the fan who wrote the emperor was discovered

After 49 days in the Fengqian Palace, the first emperor was buried in the Mingshan Imperial Mausoleum.

When the sky was not clear, several princes entered the palace and guarded the spirit in Fengqian Hall.

On this day, Fu Xun also got up early, changed into his formal attire, and put on his crown.

It's not because of how much affection he has for the late emperor, or how much he attaches importance to the late emperor's funeral.

The father-son relationship between him and the first emperor had been calculated many years ago.

The reason why he got up early was that today was the date he set for Prince Gong to die.

After the death of the first prince, the first emperor played the game of imperial power with checks and balances.

He gave the military power to Fu Xun, who came from the main palace, and gave Fu Quan, the king of Gong, the right to manage political affairs, and finally helped Fu Rang, the fifth prince, to stand up.

Let the three of them fight.

Fu Rang had a simple mind, he just wanted to be an idle prince, and his mother and concubine made good friends with Fu Xun's mother, so he had an open and honest talk with Fu Xun early on.

So in this battle for power, only Fu Xun and Fu Quan were left.

In Liuzhou, in Yong'an.

After Fu Xun ascended the throne, the struggle has not stopped.

The flag has already been torn apart, Fu Quan will not bow his head, and Fu Xun will not let him run amok in the court.

No one cares about the late emperor's funeral today, and just wants to make a conclusion.

In Fengqian Hall, the sound of chanting is endless.

The vigil for seven or seven days must be kept all day and all night.

In the evening, several princes rested for a while, and continued at night.

Fifth Prince Fu Rang rubbed his sore knee and stood up from the futon.

The attendants supported him and walked out of the palace.

Fu Rang walked to the corridor of the side hall, and saw Han Min standing on the corridor with his hands folded, staring at the calm pond outside in a daze.

He yelled and limped forward.

"Han Min."

Han Min turned around: "Huh?"

Fu Rang rubbed his legs: "I'm too tired to guard the spirit. I haven't eaten all day."

Han Min touched his sleeve, and took out a snack wrapped in a clean handkerchief from the sleeve: "I'll eat it for you."

Fu Rang's eyes lit up, dismissed the attendants, took the snacks, and swallowed one whole.

He said vaguely: "I really don't know how they got here. I'm so hungry that I can't see stars. By the way, how did you get here?"

Han Min sat down on the railing, "Suddenly wanted to come over and take a look."

He knew that today Fu Xun and Fu Quan had to settle.

Not at ease, I stayed in the temple for a day, and finally couldn't resist coming out to have a look.

Fu Rang sat down next to him, said with a smile, "I know, you must be afraid that I will be hungry, so you came to bring me food." Han Min also smiled.

Before he could say a word, Han Min caught a glimpse of someone outside the corridor from the corner of his eye, and immediately turned his face away, stood up and bowed.

"Prince Gong."

Fu Rang curled his lips, put away his snacks, and turned around to salute.

Fu Quan was wearing the prince's heavy gown, standing outside the corridor, and beckoned to Han Min: "Come, my king has something to tell you."

Fu Rang grabbed his sleeve worriedly, Han Min shook his head, pushed his hand away, and walked in front of King Gong.

This is in the palace, Han Min is indeed not afraid.

"I don't know what the prince has to teach?"

Fu Quan raised his hand and walked out together with him.

"Han Min, you are an incomparable literati. You are talented in appearance, good in character, good at everything, and courageous and strategic. This king originally wanted to win you over..."

Han Min interrupted him: "Let my elder brother go into the palace to recite scriptures, but he was drowned; he stepped on and broke my right hand; he stopped the eagle that brought me the letter, and almost killed it. I really can't bear such coercion. "

Fu Quan's complexion did not change, he just said: "So you already know."

He continued: "But you are really good. Over the years, I have a lot of literati, and I always know more about the thoughts of literati than Fu Xun. Fu Xun's literati, but a gentle word, he doesn't treat you very much, you Why bother to stay there and suffer?"

He paused: "If you went to the scientific examination two years ago, you would have been the champion. It's a pity... If you vote for me, I will treat you as the champion."

Han Min frowned invisibly: "It's not necessary."

"You don't have to say no so quickly. What if I told you that there was someone else in that seat tonight?"

He said the latter sentence softly, like a gust of wind, it floated by.

After walking for a while, Fu Quan took out a purse from his sleeve, squeezed a plum and handed it to him.

But Han Min didn't answer.

Fu Quan sighed: "I remember, when I first met you, you gave me a plum."

Han Min said lightly, "It's all about my childhood."

Fu Quan gave him the words: "In order to repay your kindness when you were a child, I have given you a chance. What I did before, I saw that you were going to stand by Fu Xun's side, and I couldn't be angry. Now to You apologize, okay?

"I really love talents, and I don't want to see you die for him in vain. You are a literati, and all the literati under my command know how to choose a tree to live in, and a master to work on. Do you understand?"

As soon as Han Min let go, he threw Huamei on the ground, his almond eyes were black and white, and he just looked at him like this: "So what?"

Fu Quan lowered his head for a glance, then quickly withdrew his gaze: "If you really don't want to..."

At this moment, Fu Rang came over with Wei Huan.

Wei Huan stepped forward and cupped his fists at Fu Quan: "My lord, Feng Qian Palace is looking for you."

Fu Quan looked at Han Min and lowered his voice: "If you don't want to, kill yourself as soon as possible tonight. If you fall into the hands of this king, it will not be the courtesy of the number one scholar."

Han Min left without saying a word.

He doesn't want to.

Finally, Fu Quan glanced at his back regretfully, then turned and left.

He really wanted to recruit Han Min.

What he praised just now is also true.

It is the sharpest knife if it can be used by oneself; if it cannot be used, no matter how sad it is, it can only be destroyed.

He walked through the corridor, raised his hand to summon a guard, and ordered: "The guards who go to the ward to guard the palace gate can open the palace gate."

On the other side, Wei Huan followed Han Min: "Second brother Han, the Holy Majesty asked me to take you back, and also told me not to come out tonight, just wait in Funing Hall."

Han Min didn't answer, but turned to look at a tall building not far away.

The night is getting darker, cloudy and low pressure.

Fu Xun stood on top of a tall building in the emperor's crown, with his hands pressed against the railing, the sleeves were billowing with wind and clouds, and the patterns of the sun, moon and stars on his shoulders were all held in his palms.

Seeing Han Min looking over, he couldn't help smiling at him.

Fu Rang also followed Han Min: "Hey, what did Fu Quan tell you just now?"

Han Min chuckled, "He's going to make trouble at night. When the time comes, you'll be in Fengqian Hall. If the situation is not good, you should quickly hide in the side hall. Be careful."

Fu Rang nodded half-understanding: "Oh, then you should also stay in Funing Palace and don't come out."

"it is good."

Under the instruction of the first emperor, Fu Quan has been in charge of politics for many years.

Living in Yong'an for a long time, in the city and palace, most of them are his staff.

After Fu Xun came to the throne, apart from changing the people in Funing Palace and adding a Wen Yan as Yushi, the official position and layout of the palace have not been changed yet.

One is that there are many people and the relationship is intricate, so it is not easy to move; second, maybe he is not moving on purpose.

At this time, a group of courtiers, wearing official uniforms and holding memorials, waited in front of the palace gate.

The palace gate opened under Fu Quan's instruction, and the guards held up torches to illuminate half of the palace wall.

Fu Quan stood at the gate of the palace and bowed deeply to the group of people: "I will trouble you ministers today."

Among them, the respected and respected Prime Minister Jiang stepped forward to help him up: "My lord is serious. I have seen the hard work of my lord these years. The false will set up the wrong emperor. Today, my lord should ask for it back."

Fu Quan shook his hand.

On the tall building, Fu Xun saw the fire on the other side of the palace gate.

I also guessed that Fu Quan was starting to force the palace.

He was not in a hurry, he put his hands on the railing, like watching a play, and watched for a while.

Until Wei Huan came back: "Your Majesty."

Fu asked, "Did the person send it back?"

He was talking about Han Min.

"Well, I let Xiao Zizi accompany me, and said everything His Majesty ordered."

Fu Xun answered "Yes", shook off the cold wind on his sleeves, turned around and left.

Wei Huan reported again: "Master Wen doesn't seem to be here."

Fu Xun paused, raised his eyebrows almost imperceptibly, and then said: "When it's over, you send someone to look for him immediately, probably because Fu Quan detained him."

"Yes. But if Mr. Wen doesn't come, how can our people..."

Fu Xun didn't care much: "It's okay."

Wei Huan was still a little hesitant, and had no time to say anything, so he could only follow.

Fu Xun clasped his hands and walked down the steps, the fire was shining brightly at the palace gate.

He only glanced at it, then turned his head and told Wei Huan: "Take the bow and arrow."

Look indifferent.

On the Fengqian Hall, the late emperor's coffin was parked on one side, and the white silk and plain banners were blown violently by the gust of wind coming from all directions.

Fu Xun sat on a high place, solemnly dressed in black, and looked indifferent.

Wei Huan and Eunuch Yang stood beside him.

Prince Gong Fu Quan was also dressed in a heavy uniform, with a long sword on his waist, followed by all the civil and military officials he had managed and recruited over the years.

Fu Xun took a look, and all his people stood outside the steps.

It is already a posture of forcing the palace.

Fu Quan bowed down and kowtowed: "Holy One Wan'an."

Fu Xun said indifferently: "Tomorrow, the late Emperor's funeral will not be as costly as this. What do you want to bring with so many people?"

"My younger brother has been in charge of my father's prime minister these years, and all civil and military officials respect my father very much. It is a good story to come to see him off, dressed in white all the way. Moreover, all the officials have something to report, and the hearts of the people want it. My brother I can't stop it either."

"I don't know why?"

As soon as the words fell, a group of people came up and down the stairs, all bent over and bowed.

Baiguanshan called: "Your Majesty, please take the Zen seat."

Fu Xun said in a deep voice, "What does Prince Gong mean?"

"Brother Huang, that day when we confronted each other up and down the towers, we could not stop dying, and then King Xin took out his father's..." He paused, "Brother Huang was able to ascend the throne through the edict."

Fu Quan fiddled with the gold thread on his cuff: "It is credible that the king is a king with a different surname. His surname is not Fu. I cannot trust him. I suspect that the edict is fake."

"The royal father granted me the power of prime minister back then, which is the same as what the prince did back then. Tsk, brother, don't fall into the trap of people with different surnames for your own selfish desires. It's unknown if King Xin will usurp the throne a few years later. "

"Who is the target of all the officials now, and who is the target of the war, I advise the emperor to understand the current affairs early."

Fu Quan's idea was really good.

Although Fu Xun led troops all the year round and held military power in his hands, when the Liuzhou earthquake happened a few years ago, some of his troops were in Liuzhou, and some of them he brought back went to Mingshan for the funeral, and most of them were still in the northwest.

It's like a plate of loose sand, unable to be mobilized for a while.

When it's time to mobilize troops, he won't be able to fight.

Therefore, it is better to take action as soon as possible, and to force Fu Xun's Zen seat early with the hearts of officials and people, is the feasible way.

And Han Min had instructed Fu Rang, the Fifth Prince, earlier, so when Fu Quan brought people in, he hid behind the white tent.

Taking a chance, he slipped away from behind.

I didn't know where to go, after thinking about it, I finally went to Funing Palace.

——Han Min even knew about Fu Quan's incident tonight, so staying with Han Min was absolutely right.

Han Min knew what Fu Xun was going to do today, and Wei Huan passed on his words, so he didn't run around and stayed obediently in Funing Palace.

Xiao Zizi accompanied him.

These few days he was teaching Xiao Zizi how to read, and today he also wrote a few words to teach him.

Candles flicker in the hall, and they are learning the word "wen".

Then I saw a figure running hurriedly down the corridor.

Han Min opened the door and went out: "Fu Rang?"

Fu Rang quickly stopped and ran back from the corridor: "Han Min, it's terrible."

"what happened?"

"Fu Quan really brought people..."

Han Min understood, and turned sideways: "Come in."

Fu Rang sat down before the case, and Xiao Zizi poured him a cup of tea.

"Thank you."

He took a sip of hot tea and looked at Han Min: "Fu Quan has brought many courtiers, and Prime Minister Jiang is also there. He said that the first emperor asked him to act as an agent of the court, so that he could be the prince; The edict is false. In short, it is to force the palace to usurp the throne."

Han Min lowered his eyes, as expected.

Fu Rang said: "But he just talked about it with two mouths, how can it be done?"

Han Min said: "If this kind of thing can't be done well, the crime will be added to the body, and the name will not be right. He first finds a group of literati, talks about the big truth, and speaks up, and then drags the holy one down, so no one will dare to speak of him. "

"I see."

Fu Rang touched his chin, and suddenly remembered something: "The emperor brother is not very dangerous, we are still chatting here!"

"It's okay, he's already prepared, just wait for Fu Quan to rise up and wipe him and his people all at once."

"Oh, is this the story of 'Zheng Boke and Duan Yuyan' you mentioned?"

"Not at all."

Han Min supported his head and fiddled with the porcelain lid of the teacup on the table: "The literati on both sides are confronting each other, and whoever can speak will win. The Holy One has dealt with a prince and many courtiers overnight, and he also wants a justifiable one." , soothe people's hearts. It is more convenient to govern the country in this way."

Fu Rang nodded and said with a smile, "You still know more."

Han Min also smiled: "Sir Wen Yanwen should be here, right?"

Fu Rang was a little puzzled: "Ah? Why did Wen Yan come?"

Han Min was startled and sat up straight: "Huh? Wen Yan didn't come?"

"Yeah, he didn't come."

"Wen Yan didn't come, who else is Fu Xun's literati?"

Han Min anxiously called Fu Xun's name directly.

Fu Rang also sensed that something was wrong: "Could it be that Fu Quan detained him? Wouldn't that be a bad thing?"

Han Min thought for a while and made up his mind to stand up. Fu Rang quickly asked, "Where are you going?"

"Go to Fengqian Palace for a walk."

Xiao Zizi, who stood by the side, said: "Young Master, when Master Wei sent you back, he told me to take good care of you."

Fu Rang also said: "I also think you can't go, you are weak."

But Han Min said: "Fu Quan can get Wen Yan away, maybe he still has someone behind him. Fu Xun doesn't have a literati to stand by him, and he doesn't know when his army will come. But I guess Fu Xun also arranged for him on the opposite side." People, just wait for a leader."

The two of them have to talk again.

Han Min said again: "Don't worry, Wen Yan and I revised the notes together before, and I still have the original copy here. I probably know what he is going to say. This game is only a literati, and I am also a literati."

He picked up the plain clothes hanging on the hanger, turned around and walked behind the screen.

Xiao Zizi walked to his desk and asked, "My lord, where is that notebook originally?"

Han Min didn't answer, changed his clothes, combed his hair, and came out from behind the screen.

After thinking about it, he pocketed the pen curtain and paper into the pen holder, and tied the pen holder around his waist.

Han Min is a literati after all, although he thinks he is not very orthodox.

Fu Rang grabbed his sleeve and said worriedly: "I'd better go there with you."

"it is good."

Han Min patted his hand to reassure him.

Then he walked out of the palace gate and stepped down the steps. The night wind blew in his face, and his robe sleeves fluttered.

In the Fengqian Hall, the gust of wind became stronger and stronger, and the white candles on the confession case were extinguished.

Fu Xun sat on a high place, raised his eyes to see the sky outside the hall, and moved his fingers on his knees slightly.

There are two quarters of an hour.

It doesn't matter if Wen Yan doesn't come, in two quarters of an hour, all his people will be here.

He's always been like that.

I prefer to do things on the line of life and death.

Once upon a time in Liuzhou, when he learned that the magistrate of Liuzhou was instigating the people to rebel at night, he limited the time for escorting chariots and horses to that night.

Now in Yong'an, Fu Quan forced the palace tonight, and he also limited the time for the soldiers and horses to arrive in Beijing to tonight.

He likes to hold everything in the palm of his hand and watch from the sidelines.

At the last moment, seeing his opponent's expression as if struck by lightning when he was on the brink of defeat made him feel extremely refreshed.

Fu Quan's servants in the hall were still making impassioned speeches, Fu Xun watched coldly, counting the time in his mind.

After a while, Fu Rang came.

Fu Rang slipped in from the apse with his hands in his hands, and stood quietly behind him.

Fu Xun looked back at him, but he still didn't understand what he was doing when he came back, when he heard a commotion outside the hall.

He turned his head to look, and saw a young man in plain clothes and cloth shoes slowly climbing up the high steps in front of the hall in the twilight.

It turned out that he thought he had everything in his hands, but there was still one person who, time and time again, was never in his calculations, but did his best for him.

Han Min never knew how sure he was about things.

Relying on a lonesome courage, he ran towards him.

It was the same in Liuzhou, it was the same in Yong'an, and it is still the same in Fengqian Palace today.

Without Wen Yan, he can still accomplish things.

However, there are tens of thousands of literati and courtiers around Fu Quan, like the stars and the moon.

If there is no one else, Han Min is the literati next to Fu Xun who uses the pen as a knife.

Fu Xun unconsciously clenched the handrail and leaned forward a little, trying to stand up and pull the person to his side.

But now is not the time.

Xu Shi Han Min came out, startled all civil and military officials, went up and down the stairs, and unconsciously made way for him.

He stood still on the stone platform, pulled his belt, and untied his outer clothes.

The jacket was thin, he took the memorial in Xiao Zizi's hand, raised his forehead high, and knelt down on the steps.

The strong wind blew behind him, his single clothes were snow-white, and his black hair was like ink, like a literati knocked over an inkstone and splashed it on it.

Soak in the heart of literature, chic style.

Han Min said loudly: "The 29th generation great-great-grandson of the Han family in Tongzhou, Han Min, the guilty minister, please see the Holy Majesty."

There was silence inside and outside the hall, and no one spoke.

Han Min shouted two more times, his voice hoarse.

Although Fu Xun wanted to step forward to help him in person, he couldn't at this time.

He told Eunuch Yang a few words, and then asked Wei Huan to bring Han Min up.Han Min was thin and thin, wearing a single shirt, and the green bamboo looked like it was covered with snow.

He holds the memorial in both hands.

Fu Quan thought of the sharp-tongued memorial last time, his heart trembled slightly, and he winked at the people behind him.

An old civil servant behind him took a step forward and said: "I don't know that this old minister, who was personally punished by the late emperor, can act recklessly in front of the late emperor's spirit."

Han Min turned to look at him, raised his almond eyes, "Prime Minister Jiang."

Prime Minister Jiang's gray beard trembled, and he continued: "Since Han Min is a guilty minister, how can he come to the palace and stand with us, let alone report matters and discuss government affairs?"

Han Min said indifferently: "The writer is determined by heaven, and the minister is determined by the emperor. Heaven is before the emperor, so I am a scholar first, and then a minister of crime. I am ordered by heaven to write, and I will submit to heaven to make a statement. After the conclusion of the writer and personnel, I will discuss it again." Punishment, why not?"

He turned sideways and glanced at all the ministers under the steps: "Besides, I think that the civil and military dignitaries in the Manchu Dynasty are mostly beasts, tigers and wolves. It is really helpless for me to speak alone if the officials don't speak. Literati, I don't have to risk my life to come here."

Prime Minister Jiang was stunned: "Excessive words... insult my innocence!"

Han Min glanced at him, and hummed a little: "I look at Prime Minister Jiang as I look at the Wei River."

Prime Minister Jiang said he was innocent, but Han Min said that the Weihe River was turbid.

How can there be the word "innocent"?

The young official who was following Prime Minister Jiang couldn't hold back for a while, and burst out laughing.

He turned his head and glared at the man, pointing at Han Min: "You...you..."

After being speechless for a while, Prime Minister Jiang flicked his sleeves for the last time: "You have no rank, and you have committed a crime. I am ashamed to be with you."

Han Min asked back, "I don't know that the literati in this world are all judged by their grades. In this way, the people who work hard are the top of my literati?"

At this time, Eunuch Yang walked up to Fu Xun holding a wooden tray.

Before Han Min finished speaking, he turned around and saw Fu Xun standing up and walking towards him, so he stopped and called out, "Your Majesty?"

"Ah."

Fu Xun stood still in front of him and responded.

Eunuch Yang stood by the side holding the tray.

Han Min turned his head to look, it was a red dress.

The official uniforms of civil servants are either scarlet or bright red.

Fu Xun lifted up the clothes, shook them off, looked up at him, then looked at Prime Minister Jiang, and said casually: "Go on. He is wearing thin clothes, so I will put some clothes on him."

He patted Han Min's hand: "Hand up."

Han Min was in a daze until Fu Xun patted his hand and said, "Lift up."

Han Min raised his hand, and Fu Xun personally helped him put on the round-necked robe and fasten the belt.

The red clothes made his face white as jade and his eyes as dark as lacquer.

Fu Xun helped him straighten his hair again, and Eunuch Yang brought the official hat in due course.

So he helped him put on the official hat, and helped him cut his hair.

Fu Quan and Jiang Cheng looked at each other, how could they add clothes like this?

Just because Prime Minister Jiang said that Han Min had no rank, Fu Xun listened.

Fu Xun clearly took the opportunity to make him an official.

After straightening out his clothes, Fu Xun patted his hand: "Go ahead."

He walked back to his seat and sat down.

Looking down from a high place, Han Min was dressed in red, with a long-winged official hat, jade belt and soap boots, and looked very energetic.

Fu Xun supported his head and looked at him.

Put on an official uniform.

As expected of me.

The author has something to say: Prime Minister Jiang: balabalabala

Old Fu: Extremely naive (! My wife is here) Wife, I am so scared QAQ!Dress your wife!

Wen Yan: Fortunately, I didn't come (recalling the fear of being dominated by "covering my wife's feet")