After the fan who wrote the emperor was discovered

He slept late that night, Han Min squinted for a while, and it was dawn.

Faintly seeing the light outside, he got up from the couch and rubbed his eyes.

When Eunuch Yang heard the movement, he stepped forward and hung up the curtain in front of the couch: "You sleep so late at night, don't you want to sleep for a while?"

"No, I'm going to see Wen Yan today. Xiao Zizi didn't come back?"

"How can I come back so soon? They found my sister, so they have to delay for a few days? Don't worry about him, don't look at him as a fool, in fact, he also has calculations in his heart, otherwise how can he be my apprentice?"

"Okay, then don't bother him. If he comes back and says what he wants, give it to him."

Han Min stayed on the bed to wash up, changed his clothes, and prepared to go to Wenyuanhou's residence.

Since he went to see Wen Yan for Fu Xun, he picked some things from Fu Xun's warehouse and took them with him.

The system asked him before, why Wen Yan would be Fu Xun's aide, running around with him.

Han Min explained that it was because the title of Marquis Wenyuan ended in Wen Yan's father's generation, so he chose Fu Xun early in order to keep the title.

But because Wen Yan didn't like him, Han Min didn't have much interaction with him.

Today, when he arrived at the gate of Marquis Wenyuan's mansion, Han Min finally understood, Wen Yan, that this person is in a really difficult situation.

The carriage rattled along the narrow green brick path.

Logically speaking, a duke's house has a big family and a big business, even if a whole street is sold down to build a mansion.

Like Marquis Wenyuan's Mansion, there are not many mansions hidden in the streets and alleys.

Han Min sat in the carriage, opened the curtain, and took a look outside.

Wine sellers, fish sellers, and fortune tellers crowded the streets and alleys, bustling with each other.

He asked Eunuch Yang: "Why isn't Marquis Wenyuan's mansion completed like this?"

Eunuch Yang sighed: "Mr. Wen lingered in the Lefang Tavern, it would be strange otherwise."

Han Min put down the curtain: "During the rough market, I will not change my mind. Wen Yan is very powerful."

Eunuch Yang laughed and said, "He belittles you every day, yet you still praise him?"

Han Min smiled, but didn't speak.

They are all literati. He used to envy Wen Yan's straightforwardness, but now he admires it even more.

The carriage went on for a while and stopped in front.

The house is very small, and the sound insulation is not good. Before Han Min opened the curtain, he heard someone shouting loudly inside.

"So what if you followed the Holy Majesty earlier? So what if you ran around with him? Didn't someone break your leg and send you back in a state of despair? I don't understand the limelight because of the sinners of the Han family. , Didn’t their family go back to Tongzhou early? People know how to come to Yong’an to ask for rewards, but you don’t understand? You are precious? In my opinion, let’s not guard the ruins of Marquis Wenyuan. Sign up, let's go home as soon as possible, shall we?"

After a passage, Han Min's expression changed, he lifted the curtain and jumped out of the carriage, stepped up three narrow stone steps, and pushed open the old wooden door.

At that time Wen Yan was sitting by the well in the courtyard, crossing one leg and holding a ladle.

Because he was at home, he was dressed plainly, only a plain dress with narrow sleeves.

The hair was not bundled up, hanging down, covering the face, and the expression could not be seen clearly.

The man who was speaking was Wen Yan's father, Marquis Wen Yuan.

The two of them heard the movement outside the door and looked towards the door together.

Marquis Wen Yuan pointed at Han Min and said, "You... who are you? Why are you..."

Wen Yan turned his head away, held the water ladle, cleaned his mouth, and wiped his face with a handkerchief.

Han Min glanced at Marquis Wen Yuan, cupped his hands towards him, and said loudly, "The sinner of the Han family, Han Min, has seen Lord Marquis."

He turned to Wen Yan, pretending to be angry and asked: "Wen Bianzhang, when you speak ill of me in front of the Holy Master, you don't behave in the same way? Why are you still letting others say it in a daze today?"

Wen Yan was taken aback for a moment, raised his eyes to look at him, paused, and finally said: "I don't know Mr. Han is coming today, why don't you ask Mr. Han to go back first and wait a few days..."

Han Min stepped forward, pressed his shoulders, and said seriously, "Sit."

Marquis Wen Yuan felt that he was in the wrong, touched the tip of his nose, and took a few steps back.

Han Min turned to look at him: "Mr. Wen, you are doing things for the Holy One. I don't know what kind of limelight I made last night. If you talk about prestige, after all, Marquis is more prestigious."

Wen Yan tugged at his sleeve and shook his head at him.

No matter what, it was his father, filial piety suppressed him, it was difficult for him to speak, but he couldn't ask Han Min to help him.

Han Min looked at him and pursed his lips: "Can I go?"

Wen Yan supported the mouth of the well with one hand, and picked up the crutch that was on the ground.

Han Min glanced at his splint-wrapped leg, put his hand up, and sighed: "Let's go, which room?"

Wen Yan pointed to the narrow corridor.

Helping him to walk back slowly, Wen Yan didn't want him to support him hard, so he used his own strength to stand firm.

It was only early spring, and my forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat.

The room is plain and clean, with a writing table on one side, a bamboo couch with white curtains, and books are piled up in several large wooden boxes.

Han Min asked him to sit down on the bamboo couch and looked around: "Have you had breakfast yet?"

Wen Yan didn't answer, and he didn't expect to, so Han Min went out and gave orders.

When he came back again, he was already holding the book, rubbing the footer of the page, and started to read quietly.

Hearing the news of Han Min's return, his body froze, then he put down the scroll uncomfortably, and raised his head: "Are you back?"

"Ah."

There was no other place to sit in the room, so Han Min went to the couch and sat down beside him.

He also pushed his arm without hesitation: "Go inside a little."

After a gentle pause, he propped up his hands and moved inside.

Han Min said again: "Let them get you something to eat, just wait a while."

"Thank you."

The two of them are always like this, and have nothing to say.

At this time, there were only two of them left in the room, and the atmosphere became even more awkward.

Han Min stretched out his hand, took out the pillow from the bamboo couch, put it behind him, and let him lean on it.

"Thank you."

"I have two words to tell you."

Wen Yan whispered: "It just so happens that I have it too."

Han Min turned to look at him, "Say it."

"You talk first."

"Row."

Han Min said: "I want you to recover from your injuries. The seat of Yushitai is reserved for you by the Holy Majesty. Although he sometimes has a bad temper, he is actually good to people."

Wen Yan said, "I mainly see that he can be the emperor, and it doesn't matter if he treats people well or not."

"This... you're so easygoing." Han Min touched the tip of his nose, "I mean, sometimes you know what to say, and the Holy One will get angry, so don't mess with him again."

"Literati..."

Han Min looked into his eyes and said sternly, "It's not called literati bones, it's called pedantic and old-fashioned. For example, in the case last time, you shouldn't just say that you want me to take the imperial examination, and you don't want me to be an official. You You should say this to the Holy One—”

He cleared his throat: "'I know that the emperor is eager to love talents, but the rules of the court must be established. Moreover, Mr. Han is outstandingly talented, and he is the number one scholar. With this title, Mr. Han will be an official in the court in the future. It's also easier.'"

He raised his almond eyes slightly: "How can you scold me directly?"

Wen Yan lowered his eyes: "I'm sorry."

"I'm not teaching you to scold me, don't really tell the Holy One."

"I know."

Han Min said again, "And what your father said when I came in just now."

He paused: "I shouldn't talk too much. But you have the merits of being a dragon, and you are the confidant of the Holy One. You can ask him. To be a censor, you want the title of Marquis Wenyuan, or even ask for the title of Marquis Wenyuan." Cut off from father, you can take it slowly, you can mention it."

Wen Yan murmured: "It shouldn't be..."

Han Min asked back: "In this world, courtiers and favored ministers can all ask for rewards, but why can't loyal ministers? Could it be that loyal ministers are worse and unworthy?"

Wen Yan never thought about it.

In the history books, it doesn't seem to say so.

Han Min said seriously, "You can get what you want, don't be awkward, it's what you deserve. It's okay to play tricks sometimes."

"But I've never heard anything like that."

"A virtuous minister suffers from himself, the last thing he should do."

Wen Yan's face was pale.

Guessing that his injuries are still not healed, Han Min glanced at him: "Then I won't disturb your rest, I'll go and have a look..."

Wen Yan grabbed his sleeve, "Sit down a little longer."

After a moment of silence, Han Min lowered his head and clapped his hands to play.

Wen Yan turned his head and glanced at him, then withdrew his gaze and lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Until Eunuch Yang came in with breakfast.

"The soup is still on the stove, it will be ready later, let's eat first."

A small table was placed on the couch, and Wen Yan had breakfast on the small table.

Holding the porridge bowl, he stirred the millet porridge with a porcelain spoon.

Han Min leaned on the pillow boredly, flipping through his book casually.

Suddenly I heard Wen Yan say: "I'm sorry."

Han Min was watching intently, and responded casually, "Huh?"

"I used to always talk about you in front of the Holy One, and I didn't look good on you."

"You always scold me, and I feel wronged too."

Han Min pursed his lips, he really looked aggrieved.

"I know. But I just feel... In the past, I judged the heart of a gentleman with the heart of a villain. I thought you and the Holy Majesty... that's all, let's not talk about it. Last night, Wei Huan came, he thought I was discussing with you Passing the notes, I thought the notes you took in the palace were mine. I didn’t tell him, I didn’t actually let you read the notes. I used to be short-tempered, so I’m sorry.”

It's really rare to have an honest and gentle man bow his head and say something wrong.

Han Min raised his head and stared at him for a while.

Looking at his black and white eyes, Wen Yan felt a little guilty for no reason, so he lowered his voice even more: "It's my fault. I used to have some prejudice against you, so I can do whatever I want to make amends to you."

Han Min suddenly smiled and waved his hands: "It's serious, you should have breakfast."

Seeing that the smile in his eyes did not seem to be fake, Wen Yan lowered his eyes and continued to drink porridge.

Han Min was still flipping through the book.

After breakfast and some medicine, Wen Yan leaned on the pillow, closed his eyes and rested his mind.

After Han Min finished reading a book, the sun was already rising.

Wen Yan didn't fall asleep, and when he opened his eyes, his expression was clear.

He said softly: "I only have an uninformed father, and I have no brothers or friends. You are the first to teach me things like literati."

"It's all my grandfather taught me."

"I didn't have a good face towards you before. Now that I think about it, I was wrong."

Han Min closed the scroll, looked at him for a while, patted the back of his hand, and comforted him: "It's okay, it's okay, I don't hold grudges."

Wen Yan held his hand behind his back: "I'll see my confidant only when I see you today."

——The highest praise from the honest and honest literati.

Han Min didn't feel honored, but rather surprised.

Because Wen Yan lowered his head, as if crying.

While looking for the handkerchief, he stretched out a hand to wrap Wen Yan's shoulder, patted his back, and coaxed him, "Okay, okay, don't cry."

He couldn't find the handkerchief, so Han Min wiped his eyes with his sleeve. At this moment, Eunuch Yang ushered someone in from outside the door.

He said at the same time: "It's inside, we have been talking for a while, there is no quarrel, it's okay."

Fearing that Han Min would quarrel with Wen Yan, Fu Xun, who came to pick Han Min home, stood in front of the door, frowning.

It's not just "good enough", it's a little bit "great".

"What are you doing?"

Originally, Han Min didn't think there was anything wrong, but when he asked him, he felt a little guilty.

As if he had done something bad behind his back.

"Warm Fragrant Nephrite" embraces her arms.

What's more, Wen Yan is really "warm fragrance".

"Wen Xiang" was not short either, she bent her body and leaned into Han Min's arms, her back trembling slightly.

He lowered his head, clutching Han Min's other sleeve, and was wiping tears.

He didn't even lift his head, his eyes and cheeks were red, and he leaned into Han Min's arms.

Han Min still had a hand on his shoulder.

He half raised his hand, looked at Fu Xun, and tried to explain: "It's... because he cried."

Because he was crying, it was only me here, so it became what you saw.

Fu Xun stepped forward quickly and looked at the two of them.

Han Min defended again: "He cried too much."

Han Min said again: "Your Majesty should pay more attention to the physical and mental health of the courtiers."

Fu Xun sneered: "It's still my fault, isn't it?"

"Not really, it's just..."

According to Han Min's words, Fu Xun looked at Wen Yan, paying due attention to the physical and mental health of the courtiers.

"Wen Yan, I'll give you a vacant position at Yushitai, and I'll go back to take up the post in four months."

Wen Yan wiped his face, returned to his usual appearance, and sat up from Han Min's arms. "I'm rude, Your Majesty Qing forgive me."

With only his eyes still red, Wen Yan looked at Han Min's clothes wet with tears: "I'm sorry I made your clothes dirty. I just made a spring shirt a few days ago, and it's in the box over there." Here, you can exchange it."

Han Min wanted to decline.

Then on second thought, it happened that Fu Xun was also here, and he taught Wen Yan just now, instead of being a virtuous minister, it is better to pass this opportunity to him.

So he thanked him, and according to his words, he opened the suitcase and walked behind the wooden screen with his clothes in his arms.

Fu Xun watched him until he got to the screen and was no longer seen.

He withdrew his gaze and glanced at Wen Yan: "Why didn't you say these things before? I thought you still lived in the old Mansion of Marquis Wenyuan."

Wen Yan paused, and said, "It's just a trivial matter."

"It seems that I treat my courtiers harshly."

"Don't dare."

Without another word, Han Min stood behind the screen and listened to a few words, his face full of doubts.

It turns out that Wen Yan doesn't just have nothing to say to him, he and everyone else, as long as they don't talk about business, they have nothing else to chat about.

He threw the dirty clothes aside, and suddenly heard Wen Yan say: "Your Majesty."

Fu Xun, who was looking at the screen, turned his gaze to him again: "What?"

"The title of Marquis Wen Yuan... I think it's better to revoke my father's title?"

"You are the censor, you can participate in him, or let other people participate in him."

Wen Yan's face remained unchanged, and he said, "What about Marquis Wenyuan's Mansion?"

"The mansion will be reserved for you first. If you do well, you will be named Marquis after a few years when you settle down. But you can't live here. You can find the mansion yourself. After you find it, go to Weihuan. It's you as an aide After all these years, I gave it to you."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Wen Yan pursed his lips and breathed a sigh of relief.

Only then did he realize that what Han Min taught him was actually so simple after he said it.

At this time, Han Min came out from behind the screen with his dirty clothes in his arms.

Wen Yan smiled gratefully at him, and Han Min also smiled and waved at him.

Fu Xun stood up——

stand between the two of them.

He walked up to Han Min: "It's getting late, let's go back."

"Yes."

Wen Yan sat up and bowed to the two of them: "Respectfully send off Your Majesty, Mr. Han, go slowly."

Han Min turned around and said, "Lord Wen, take good care of your illness, I'll come back tomorrow."

Fu Xun, who was walking in front, paused and frowned unhappily.

Come back tomorrow?Come tomorrow?

The corridor was narrow, and the two of them walked side by side, which was a bit crowded.

In the courtyard, Marquis Wen Yuan hurriedly made a deep bow: "Your Majesty." Fu Xun glanced at him coldly: "Be cautious in your words and deeds, you can arrange officials in the court?"

Marquis Wenyuan replied, "Yes."

It stands to reason that Fu Xun should be happy that the literati who had been fighting each other had reconciled.

But he was sitting in the carriage now, not very happy.

Han Min glanced at him quietly, not knowing what he was thinking, his expression was cold.

After a while, the carriage drove into the palace gate and stopped for a while.

When the wooden wheel passed the palace road again, it made a rattling sound.

Han Min didn't know how to guess the Sacred Heart, and he really couldn't figure it out, so he didn't think about it any more. He just sat on his seat with his hands propped up, and swayed with the carriage, shaking his feet every now and then.

Fu Xun suddenly raised his hand and brushed a strand of hair that was flickering on his sideburns.

Shocked, Han Min twisted his body and avoided it.

Fu Xun's face darkened: "When you were holding Wen Yan and crying, you didn't have such a big reaction."

Han Min missed the point, and corrected him earnestly, "I didn't cry, it was Wen Yan who did."

"You think I'm talking about this?"

"I have acquaintance with Wen Yan literati, and I am frank and frank, and I have never formed a clique for personal gain."

"is it?"

Han Min's eyes were clear, and he explained, "Greatness is friendship."

The carriage stopped in front of Funing Palace, and Eunuch Yang said outside: "My lord, we're here."

Fu Xun sat without moving, and said to Han Min, "I forgot what I said to you last night."

What did he say last night?

Han Min thought about it for a while.

——Don’t hang out with them all the time, just stay by my side.

After saying that, Fu Xun lifted the curtain and got out of the carriage.

Han Min was sitting in the carriage, still thinking about something, when the system suddenly said, "Han Min, the control center replied to your question about me last time."

He came back to his senses, and as he got off the carriage, he asked, "What did I ask you?"

"Didn't you ask me last time, would Fu Xun have a wife? I just asked the control center for you."

Hearing this, Han Min slipped and fell off the footstool, the soles of his feet were numb: "When did I ask such gossip?"

"Just last time, when you went to Baishi Bookstore to deliver the manuscript, you thought that Fu Xun knew about your storybook writing. When you were dawdling, you asked me—"

The system imitated his tone, and said: "'Ah, Tongtong, will Fu Xun have a wife? His wife should be quite generous, right? Will I affect his finding a wife?'"

Feeling helpless, Han Min shook his sleeves and walked up the steps.

"At that time, I just said it casually in a hurry. Besides, I asked you more than ten days ago, and you only answered me now. Shouldn't this work efficiency...should be improved?"

"I urged them, it's very troublesome to transfer the plot data, and I used your compensation to transfer the plot."

"What compensation?"

"It is the compensation that the control center sent you last time to make up for the fact that you came to Yong'an City alone. You can know the general content of a plot."

Han Min paused: "So you spent this hard-won chance of compensation on Fu Xun's wife?"

"I think it's pretty good. This is still a series of compensation. As the plot progresses, I will tell you about his wife's plot in the future."

"So why do I want to know about his wife's story?"

"So do you want to know who his wife is?"

Thinking of this, Han Min was inexplicably annoyed: "I don't want to know who his wife is..."

At this moment, Fu Xun, who was walking in front of Han Min, suddenly stopped and turned back to brush his hair.

Han Min raised his head and took a step back down the steps: "What's wrong?"

With a cold face, Fu Xun stretched out his hand to pinch his chin.

He didn't understand at all why literati like to be greasy and crooked.

Han Min pursed his lips and looked up at him: "What are you doing?"

Fu Xun thought dully, I'm jealous.

Han Min also thought that with Fu Xun's personality, it might be difficult to find a wife.

The author has something to say: My wife says I can't find a wife series

Old Fu: (full of resentment)

Mercy: (cute little goldfish pouted online)

Old Fu: My wife is so cute...I'm angry (stretch)