After the fan who wrote the emperor was discovered

The small fire was extinguished in time, and even the wall of the granary did not burn through.

The arsonist was pinned to the ground and was about to commit suicide by taking poison, so his jaw was removed.

Han Min glanced back and couldn't help touching his chin.

It's okay, it's okay.

Seeing his stupid appearance, Fu Xun chuckled.

"Why are you here?"

Han Min said, "I was going to take a look at the city gate, but when I came out, I saw him sneaking around, so I followed him to have a look."

He added weakly: "It turns out that you have already made arrangements."

Fu Xun said, "Let's go, I'll take you to the city gate."

As he spoke, he lifted his foot and left, and Han Min quickly followed.

The system also returned to Han Min's side.

"This is what you said, you can participate in the book of Prince Gong and Liu Zhizhou?"

Han Min just smiled and said nothing.

Following Fu Xun to the gate of the city.

The militiamen in Liuzhou held torches to illuminate the darkness.

There were not many people sent by the imperial court, and the food and medicinal materials escorted were only [-] carts when they were full.

Han Min stopped in front of a car and asked casually, "What's in this car?"

Fu Xun stood beside him: "Food."

Han Min grabbed a corner of a sack on the car and was about to tear it apart.

It's a pity that I don't have enough strength.

Fu Xun understood, waved to a militiaman, and took the simple knife in his hand.

He pulled Han Min back: "I'll do it."

The sack was cut with a simple knife, and the sand and rice grains were mixed and rolled down on the ground.

Han Min looked at the militiamen who were nearby, and said to Fu Xun intentionally or unintentionally: "My lord hastened to hurry, and was so anxious to save food from myself for the common people, that the imperial court allocated this kind of thing."

Fu Xun didn't answer, but returned Pu Dao to the militiaman and let him go down.

When the militiaman went down, he looked at him with obvious admiration.

Fu Xun also knew Han Min's intentions, and after the militiamen left, he said calmly, "I'm not in a hurry."

Han Min said: "This is a public opinion strategy, the prince doesn't understand."

Fu Xun said again: "If you are not in a hurry, wait with me."

Han Min looked at him, did he still have a backup?

It was getting late, and it was snowing lightly.

On the side of the main road in front of the gate of Liuzhou City, a grass shed was temporarily built.

In front of the Sifang table, Han Min sat on the bench, holding a tea bowl to warm his hands, his mind wandering.

The system asked: "This is what you said, about being able to attend Prince Gong and Liu Zhizhou?"

Han Min nodded, "Yes."

"How do you know that the food sent by the court will be like this?"

"Guess. It's snowing this winter, food prices are soaring, and Prince Gong is planning and dispatching. He must have half of the plate in his hand. The people under him are much better than him. In addition, Prince Gong made up his mind to let Fu Xun fall into the trap." Liuzhou, most of them think that it is the same whether the food is delivered or not, so they will."

The system said with emotion: "It's really daring."

Han Min was surprised: "Wow, you can use idioms!"

The system was speechless for a while, Han Min smiled, and finally said: "Most of the time, as long as the money is enough, anything will happen."

The system stopped talking, and Han Min vaguely heard others talking to him.

He came back to his senses, held the tea bowl, and stared at Fu Xun in a daze.

Fu Xun asked again: "How is your grandfather?"

Han Min replied, "It's good, but I'm still afraid of the cold in winter."

"Your brother?"

"It's also very good. I massage his legs every night, and I don't know which day it will be."

Fu Xun paused, probably not knowing what to say to him, so he asked again, "Where's your mother?"

"It's all pretty good."

Not wanting him to ask one by one, Han Min said, "Our family is well, my aunt and my third brother are all well, thank you for your concern."

Having nothing to ask, Fu Xun looked at him.

He looked at Han Min a little strangely, and after realizing it, he asked, "Then... how is your lord?"

Fu Xun nodded respectfully.

"Then, your mother... I mean Empress Empress?"

"very good."

Han Min thought about it again: "What about my senior brother? How are the friends who used to play together?"

Fu Xun nodded: "They are all good."

Han Min grew up in Yong'an City from a young age, growing up with young people of the same age in the city.

The Han family has been demoted for two years, and he hasn't seen his friends for two years.Afraid of hurting them, I seldom write to them on weekdays.

After a moment of silence, Fu asked, "You and Fu Rang often write letters?"

Fu Xun is the third, and Fu Rang is Fu Xun's fifth younger brother, born of Concubine Hui.

Concubine Hui has a good relationship with the queen, and loves them like sisters.Among the few brothers, Fu Xun is more familiar with Fu Rang.

And Fu Rang was about the same age as them, and Han Min and him were good friends.

When going south to Tongzhou, Fu Rang often sent letters to Han Min with pigeons, and Han Min couldn't stop him from writing to himself, so he chatted with him on paper, and Fu Rang occasionally revealed some court affairs to him.

This time Fu Xun came to Liuzhou to provide disaster relief, and he was also the one who told Han Min.

Han Min didn't know what Fu asked about this, but thought his tone was weird.

Before he could reply, Wen Yan stepped forward and said, "My lord, our people have arrived."

Fu Xun raised his eyes, Han Min followed his gaze, turned his head and looked towards the city gate.

The soldiers cleaned up and escorted the convoy into the city gate.

Use a high-quality horse-drawn cart, and five soldiers form a team to escort a grain cart, one of whom holds a torch.

The convoy is extremely long, and the torches are connected to form a fire dragon.

Han Min stood up and took a look. There were about several hundred vehicles.

It turned out that in the morning on the tower, Fu Xun said he would arrive in the evening, not from the imperial court, but from his own people.

Han Min looked at Fu Xun in shock, his shock was beyond words, and he silently gave him a fist.

Awesome, I admire it.

Fu Xun smiled lightly and stood up.

Han Min suddenly thought of something: "Didn't the court not let you bring troops here?"

Fu Xun walked out of the hut: "Prince Gong is ineffective in handling affairs, and this king was forced to have no choice but to dispatch troops and horses, which can only be regarded as an expedient measure. The general will be outside, and the emperor's orders will not be accepted."

Han Min followed, "Yes."

With grain mixed with sand and soil in front of him, he has a reputation for doing so.

Han Min thought of another thing: "Food prices are skyrocketing, where did you get so much money?"

Fu Xun turned his head and looked at him fixedly.

Han Min was startled, pointed at himself, and asked uncertainly, "You mean to say that you, like me, sold the house?"

His appearance is really funny.

Fu Xun turned around and smiled secretly, afraid that Han Min would get angry, so he didn't let him see.

"I used to study in the academy, and you mentioned a method of combining soldiers and farmers. I have been trying it for the past few years, and it happened that I had a little harvest this year. I originally wanted to sell it to keep down the price of grain, but I encountered the Liuzhou earthquake."

It was only then that Han Min remembered that he had talked about such a thing before.

He just mentioned something casually, but it was difficult for Fu Xun to remember.

Fu Xun stepped forward, stopped in front of a grain truck, untied the sack and took a look.

The rice grains are white.

Fu Xun picked up the rice grains in one hand and handed them to Han Min, asking him to take a look too.

Han Min smiled at him.

In times of disaster, there is nothing more soothing than food.

Fu Xun tied the sack tightly again and led him to the side of the road.

Han Min folded his hands, watching the convoy passing by like flowing water, entering Liuzhou City.

The heroic feeling arises spontaneously.

Fu Xun turned to look at his profile: "Thanks to you."

Han Min hurriedly said, "I'm just talking casually, the prince is wise."

Fu Xun didn't answer. Under the light of the torch, he looked at him with a half-smile, and frowned when he saw something suddenly.

He raised his hand and hooked the long hair tie hanging on Han Min's shoulder.

Han Min was not yet twenty, so he always tied his hair with a headband.

Originally, I saw his hair tie falling on his shoulders and wanted to help him straighten it out.

There is no unreasonable thought.

Unexpectedly, he only used a little extra strength to tear off Han Min's hair tie.

The black hair spread down, draped over the shoulders and behind the back.

Han Min turned his head and frowned at him.

Fu Xun stretched out his hand and shook the hair tie in front of his eyes: "I'll just give it back to you, what's wrong with it?"

Han Min took the headband, turned his back, held the corner of the hair tie in his mouth, and put his hands up his hair.

The carriage line was too long. Han Min tied up his hair and stood there for a while, but he still couldn't see the end of the line.

Fu Xun suddenly asked him, "Is the bamboo whistle I gave you broken?"

"No." Han Min touched his body, "I came out in a hurry this time, so I left at home."

Fu Xun took out a bamboo whistle from his sleeve and handed it to him.

Han Min took it and blew twice into the sky.

A goshawk cut through the night sky and swooped in.

Han Min stretched out his left hand and let it rest on his left arm.

Goshawk moved slowly and approached Han Min.

Han Min saw a bunch of white hairs on its head: "Is it the original one?"

Fu Xun led troops in the northwest, and there were many eagles in the northwest.

He likes raising them and has raised more than a hundred of them.

Fu Xun rubbed the tip of his nose without looking at Han Min: "Well, this is just for you."

Han Min touched Goshawk's head, smiled and called, "Carrot head."

Fu Xun corrected, "It's called Yanzhi."

Han Min curled his lips and whispered, "It's called Luobotou."

Forget it, the radish head is the radish head.

Fu Xun paused, and said in a low voice, "I'll give you the bamboo whistle and the eagle, and write to me."

Before he could react for a while, Han Min was slightly startled: "Huh?"

Fu Xun patiently explained: "Writing to me is the same as writing to Fu Rang."

Only then did Han Min understand: "...OK."

While talking, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, still wearing the same armor as the soldiers escorting the convoy, holding a saber at his waist, trotted to Han Min's side.

"Second Brother Han."

Han Min turned his head and was stunned when he saw him, but he didn't recognize him.

"Wei Huan?"

Wei Huan walked up to him, first saluted Fu Xun, and then said to Han Min: "I just saw Second Brother Han from a distance, come over and have a look, it really is."

Han Min smiled and said, "I haven't seen you for two years, you've grown taller. Why are you in Liuzhou?"

Wei Huan scratched his head embarrassingly: "I always get into trouble in Yong'an City, and my brother can't stand me—Second Brother Han also knows that my brother has always had a violent temper. Whenever he gets angry, he sends me to be the prince's bodyguard." , and then followed the prince to Liuzhou for disaster relief, and just came back with the convoy."

Han Min and Wei Huan's elder brother are good friends.

Wei Huan saw the eagle perched on Han Min's arm.

"My lord asked Brother Han to write a letter?"

Han Min was startled: "How do you know?"

Wei Huan said bluntly: "Hey, isn't it that the fifth prince always holds your letter and hangs around in front of our prince. Sometimes the prince goes to the palace to pay his respects to the empress, and the empress and concubine Hui also ask quietly."

"what?"

"Ask the prince if he has a bad relationship with you, or why do you only write letters to the fifth prince and not him."

After finishing talking, Wei Huan remembered that the prince is right next to him.

Fu Xun frowned, his face gloomy.

Wei Huan covered his mouth and took half a step back: "My lord?"

The author has something to say:

Fu Xun: This king is both civil and military, this king is strategizing, and this king has no weaknesses

Wei Huan: Han Min didn't write you a letter

Fu Xun: Weeping Cat Head