After the fan who wrote the emperor was discovered

Han Min stood on the steps and looked up at Fu Xun. Before he could speak, someone approached from behind him and bowed.

"Your Majesty, Master Han."

Fu Xun let go of his chin, he turned his head and saw Chu Yu blinking at him.

——to help you out.

Then Chu Yu turned to Fu Xun and took out a notebook from his sleeve: "The roster of available officials has been sorted out, please have a look at it, Your Majesty."

Fu Xun collected his expression: "Go to the study and talk."

Chu Yu followed, and when he left, he smiled at Han Min again.

— Goodbye.

Han Min waved to him and returned to the side hall alone.

Putting on casual clothes, Eunuch Yang fetched water to wash his face, and said: "A letter from Tongzhou, I put it on the case for you."

Han Min responded, washed his hands, and sat in front of the case to open the letter.

Eunuch Yang sat in front of him, peeling walnuts for him to eat.

Han Min often corresponded with his family, and within a few days there was a letter, and each time it was a thick stack, and the family members wrote a few.

Six-year-old Han Pei hasn't learned many characters, and has only written half of it.

Grandpa has always been loyal to the emperor and patriotic, but in the letter he did not tell him how hard he should serve the new emperor, instead he asked him to do what he could, not to be brave in everything, and to protect himself first.

I don't know if I looked away after experiencing the catastrophe of ransacking the house, or I feel sorry for my grandson.

Grandpa Han told him to take care of his health most of the time.

Knowing that he couldn't sleep well at night, his elder brother also told him to go to Dr. Liang to see what was wrong with his insomnia at night.

He read the letter once, took out two, and handed them to Eunuch Yang: "Last time, the old doctor Liang asked about my brother's legs in the letter, and my brother replied, please always hand it over to the old doctor Liang."

Eunuch Yang gave him a walnut, folded the letter paper, and put it in his arms: "Okay."

He paused: "Actually, it's still inconvenient to write letters like this. In my opinion, it's better to take them all over quickly."

Han Min nodded: "I think so too."

Prince Gong has already subdued the law, and the day when the Han family will be rehabilitated should be near.

Even if he can't be rehabilitated for a while, he can take his family back first.

Grandpa is old, he has lived in Yong'an for decades, and all his close friends are here; his brother's leg is going back to Yong'an for treatment; and Pei Ge'er will be seven years old next year, and will be enlightened at the age of seven.It is inconvenient to stay in Tongzhou.

Han Min took out a piece of paper and listed the conditions for taking over the family.

First of all, we must bring back the original house and renovate it.

Summer is coming soon, and it is hot in midsummer. The old man can't stand the long-distance travel, so it must be too late.

We can only take the family over in the early autumn.

As for travel expenses and house repairs on the way, after all, the most important thing is actually money.

When he came, he left all the wooden boxes containing the money at home, and now he has to save money again.

Han Min calculated in his heart the meager salary of the living man.

The officials of Daqi had little salaries, and they either relied on the family's farmland or Zhuangzi, or looked for other sources of income.

And Han Min is currently relying on those few volumes of story books.

So he thought, he should hand in those few volumes as soon as possible. If he had time, it would be okay to write a few more volumes.

It's still inconvenient to write the emperor's scriptures in the palace, so I have to move out sometime.

For some reason, the letter from his elder brother also told him to move out of the palace quickly.

So he wrote a reply letter to his family, took out the manuscript paper, and began to write the fourth volume of "Two or Three Things about the Holy Majesty and the Yushi".

Eunuch Yang peeled a plate of walnuts and pushed them in front of him: "Eat quickly."

"Ah."

Han Min picked one at random, chewed it, and thought about it. The Holy Majesty and the Censor have already talked about the same thing. This book can probably be finished. What should I write next?

It suddenly occurred to him that he had just seen Chu Yu outside.

Tan Hua Lang, who is romantic and handsome, with naturally smiling eyes, can also sing operas. After dressing up, he is known as Yumian Langjun.

Very good very good.

Han Min touched his chin and thought about it, then I'm sorry, Chu Tanhua.

The system suddenly asked: "Do you really want to know the story of Fu Xun's wife?"

"No..." Han Min paused, then said awkwardly, "Let's hear it."

"The plot that has been unlocked so far reveals that Fu Xun and his wife were childhood sweethearts."

Han Min subconsciously said: "Nonsense, where did he have a childhood sweetheart? How can I not know that he has a childhood sweetheart?"

"That's what the control center said anyway."

"anything else?"

"Fu Xun and his wife are very affectionate."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

Han Min snorted, picked up a pen, and scribbled on the paper: "If he still has the temper he had when he was a child, he will definitely not be able to find a wife and be a childhood sweetheart. How can he have this?"

The system said: "Don't you write a short story book for him yourself? What are you 'huh'?"

Han Min said confidently: "I didn't write for him, I just borrowed the relationship between the characters in it. Literary creation must be distinguished from real life."

It doesn't matter if you have a couple in the storybook, anyway, Han Min knows that the things in the book are not true.

But the plot revealed by the system is true.

Han Min was thinking about it, and he didn't know where Fu Xun had a childhood sweetheart.

Forget it, Han Min stuffed a walnut into his mouth and didn't think about it anymore.

He ate the walnuts with his mouth puffed out, and unknowingly finished the whole plate of walnuts.

Eunuch Yang thought he liked to eat, so he continued to peel it for him with a smile.

In a few days, it will be the end of February.

The contract signed with Baishi Bookstore stipulated that Songyan Scholar would hand in a manuscript at the end of each month.

But Songyan Scholar is usually lazy, and he only realized that he was nervous when the deadline was reached. He stayed in the side hall for a few days and wrote the manuscript of the fourth volume overnight.

——The fourth volume of "Two or Three Things About the Holy Master and the Yushi".

At noon that day, when writing the last word on the paper, Han Min dropped the pen and stretched.

He sorted out the manuscript and covered it with a serious book cover.

At this time, Eunuch Yang knocked on the door outside: "Brother Mi."

Han Min wrapped the manuscript in blue cloth and responded, "Hey."

He came in with a plate of peanut candies: "Come, eat."

Han Min lowered his head and poked his stomach.

Eunuch Yang sat down in front of him: "What have you been up to these days? I don't understand either."

"A few small things." Han Min picked up a peanut candy and chewed it, "Where did the Holy One go today?"

"It seems to be going to Prince Gong's Mansion."

Fu Xun asked Wei Gui to search Prince Gong's mansion, and asked Jiang Huan to interrogate Prince Gong's party. Maybe there was something wrong, so let him go and have a look.

Eunuch Yang said again: "By the way, last time you gave me a wooden wheelchair, the master craftsman has already sent it over. When will it be delivered to Wen's residence?"

"I'll go later and take a look at Wen Yan. Tell the kitchen to stew a pig's trotter." Han Min thought for a while, "Has Xiao Zizi not come back yet?"

"No, I'm going to send someone to remind me this afternoon."

"Then go and read Wen Yan, and take a look at Xiao Zizi by the way, he is in Prince Gong's Mansion, right?"

"It should be there."

From Marquis Wenyuan's Mansion to Prince Gong's Mansion, passing by Baishi Bookstore, he only needs to stop on the way, and he can drop by to deliver manuscripts.

Han Min swallowed the peanut candy, I'm so smart.

Wen Yan was injured and it was inconvenient to move, so he stayed in the original courtyard to recuperate.

Marquis Wen Yuan, who was taught by Fu Xun before, has calmed down a bit recently.

Seeing Han Min coming, he was also respectful.

Han Min made a bow to him and raised his foot to find Wen Yan.

When he went, Wen Yan was leaning sideways with his injured leg, propping his head up to read a book.

Because it was noon, the weather was warm and sleepy, I was not very energetic, my eyes were slightly closed, and I didn't know if I had looked into it.

Han Min pushed open the door, walked in lightly, and quickly took away the scroll in front of him.

"What good thing is Master Wen looking at? Let me see."

"Yeah, are you here?"

Wen Yan woke up now. He opened his eyes and sat up with his hands propped up.

Han Min set up the pillow on the couch for him to lean on, and then sat down next to him.

He casually flipped through two pages of the book, and returned the scroll to him: "It's boring, I still read this kind of Confucian classics while I'm sick."

Recently, Wen Yan got to know him a little better, and the two of them were no longer like they used to be, having nothing to say.

"What have you been watching lately?"

"I……"

Recently I was watching "Two or Three Things about the Holy Master and the Yushi". Not only did I read it, but I also wrote it.

Han Min quickly changed the subject: "I asked them to build you a wooden wheelchair, do you want to go out and have a look?"

"Too lazy to move, see later."

"Okay. By the way, I also asked them to stew pork trotters for you. Do you want to eat it now? Or let them simmer on the stove?"

Wen Yan asked softly, "Why pig's feet?"

"Complete form with form, don't you know? I used to fight with Fu Xun, I broke my hand, he broke his leg, his mother and my mother just..."

Han Min suddenly remembered Wen Yan's mother's early death, so he stopped talking.

Wen Yan didn't seem to notice, but said: "No wonder, others said that I broke my hands and feet when I was a child, and the president is not good. You and the Holy One are fine now, it seems that it is the effect of the pig's trotters. Thank you."

"You don't need to be so polite, are you feeling better recently? What does old lady Liang say?"

"It's better to take care of it."

"That's good. Mrs. Liang is very good at treating broken legs. If you take care of them, they will recover soon."

"Ah."

After talking for a while, Han Min was still leaning against the side of the couch, but slowly, slowly, he slid down and lay directly on the bamboo couch.

When Wen Yan pushed him again, he was already asleep.

Guessing that he had been working hard recently, Wen Yan didn't wake him up, took out the folded blanket from the couch, shook it off, and covered him up.

He picked up the scroll and continued to read.

If Wen Yan knew that Han Min's sleepiness was due to going to bed late and getting up early to write scripts these days, or to write scripts based on him, he would definitely not cover Han Min with a quilt.

But Han Min couldn't sleep well outside, as before, he always dreamed about what happened when the house was ransacked.

I dreamed that he was locked in a dark room for several days and nights without seeing the light of day, and then he was taken out and pressed on a wooden table.

Later, Fu Xun carried him out, and there was still a faint light of fire on the other side of the palace wall.

He asked Fu Xun what happened.But Fu Xun only touched his forehead and told him to sleep for a while, and it will be fine after a while.

Han Min woke up from the dream, opened his eyes suddenly, and subconsciously touched the curtain in front of the bed——

He hung the long sword that Fu Xun gave him in front of the tent.

After groping for a while, he finally realized that this is not in the side hall of Funing Palace, but in Wen Mansion, and there is no long sword in front of the tent.

He wiped his face, a thin layer of cold sweat on his forehead.

Wen Yan was looking down at him, wondering if he should wake him up, his eyes showed inquiry and doubt.

Han Min hugged the blanket and sat up, nonchalantly said, "It's nothing, it's just a nightmare."

Wen Yan patted him on the back, and said clearly: "I dreamed about when your family ransacked your house?"

Han Min didn't answer, but just nodded.

He sat in a daze, Wen Yan stretched out his hand, poured him a cup of hot tea, thought for a while, and said casually, "Do you know why I didn't like you before?"

Han Min held the teacup in both hands, took a sip of the tea, and pursed his lips again: "Even if you can't find anything to say, you don't need to find this topic. If you don't talk, our relationship will be fine."

Wen Yan said to himself: "Because the Holy Majesty gave up too much for you when he was still a prince. I always feel that it's not worth it for you."

"Why do you miss me so much?"

"Because the Holy Majesty burned Prince Gong's mansion down to save you, and the late Emperor was furious..."

Han Min couldn't hold the teacup firmly, and the tea spilled out, soaking his sleeves.

"How do you know what I dreamed?"

He stroked his train of thought and said in surprise, "That's not a dream!"

When he was carried out by Fu Xun, he was in a daze and couldn't even open his eyes, let alone see clearly.

Only when I have nightmares, I often dream about the situation at that time.

The flames in the dream were on the other side of the palace wall, faintly, not clearly visible.

Han Min naturally didn't think that the flames were real, nor did he think that it was Fu Xun who set the fire on fire.

It's just my own random thinking.

Seeing his frightened look, Wen Yan asked doubtfully, "You don't know?"

Han Min shook his head: "I don't know, I thought it was a dream."

"Then where do you think you were locked up?"

Han Min took it for granted, "It's in the palace's sanctuary."

Wen Yan gave him a complicated look, and said helplessly, "So you've completely misremembered."

"what?"

Han Min wanted to ask again, but at this moment, a servant from the Wen residence came in with a medicine bowl.

"Young master, it's time to drink the medicine."

Han Min glanced at the sky, it was getting late.

He stood up and asked to resign: "Then I will go first."

After bidding farewell to Wen Yan, Han Min walked out of Marquis Wenyuan's mansion and touched the manuscript hidden in his sleeve.

He said to Eunuch Yang who came with him, "Go to Prince Gong's Mansion to see Xiao Zizi."

When the carriage passed by Baishi Bookstore, Han Min lifted the curtain and shouted to stop.

He still said to Eunuch Yang: "I went to the bookstore to pick up two books and send them to grandpa. It's not convenient to get in and out of the carriage. Please wait for me here for a while."

The streets are crowded and people come and go.It is really troublesome for the carriage to go in and turn around to get out.

Eunuch Yang said, "Shall I accompany you there?"

"No, no, I'll be right back."

Han Min jumped off the carriage and walked into the crowd.

There are many people on the street.

It's still Guo Xiao Li, where you can't have banquets and parties, you can only read story books to pass the time.

In addition, another version of Songyan Scholar's book was printed the day before yesterday, so many people bought the book.

This time when Han Min walked into the bookstore, the boy recognized him and led him directly into the backyard.

Mr. Ge was also there, reading the manuscript for a scholar-like person.

The boy called out, Mr. Ge raised his head and saw Han Min: "Are you here?"

Han Min took out the manuscript wrapped in blue cloth: "This month's manuscript."

Mr. Ge took the manuscript and flipped through two pages: "I'm also looking forward to it."

"I don't know my grandfather's manuscript?"

Mr. Ge shook his head regretfully: "I haven't found it yet." He patted Han Min on the shoulder and comforted him: "How long has it been? If I ask them to look for it again, they will find some."

"Okay, I'll trouble you then."

"polite."

Han Min saw the scholar standing beside him, and the scholar bowed to Han Min.

Han Min returned the salute to him, and asked Mr. Ge, "Mr. is working at Baishi Bookstore now?"

Mr. Ge smiled: "Yes, thanks to you, you don't need to go to the street to tell your fortune, and you can drink to your heart's content. As soon as I saw you, I knew you were the noble person I was destined for."

He said again: "If you have anything else to do, just say it and help you do it."

Han Min thought for a while: "There is really one thing. There is a Gouchen Street in the east of Yong'an City, and the third house starts from the east. If you are free, sir, help me to see if that house is sold. I wrote I won't take the money from the book, if it's enough, help me buy that house."

That was the residence of the Han family in Yong'an City, and Han Min lived there for more than ten years.

Mr. Ge replied: "Okay, then I will help you pay attention."

"Excuse me, there are still people waiting for me outside, I'll go first." "Okay."

Prince Gong's Mansion has long been confiscated.

Now it is Wei Gui who is stationed in the mansion with his people.

When the carriage stopped in front of the door, Wei Gui was holding his helmet, leaning against the pillar, chatting and laughing with the soldiers.

He heard the sound of the carriage and turned his head to look.

Seeing Han Min lift the curtain and come out, he quickly stepped forward.

"Why did you come here?"

Han Min jumped out of the carriage: "Come and see Xiao Zizi."

Wei Guiyi, who was originally grinning, shrugged: "You are so ruthless."

Han Min looked around: "Where are the others?"

Wei Gui picked up the helmet and put it on his head without saying a word.

Han Min was startled by him, and raised his hand to take off the helmet: "It's all your sweat, I don't want it."

Wei Gui pressed his palm on the top of his head: "You wear it very well, and you have the demeanor of a Confucian general."

He brought Han Min in, and everyone else asked, "General Wei, who is this?"

Wei Gui patted Han Min on the shoulder, and said loudly, "My good friend—"

Solemnly introduce: "There are many people with great talents, and a lot of learning. The stars of Wenqu are in the sky, and Han is pitiful in the underground."

Han Min took advantage of the situation and grabbed his shoulders: "Naturally, he is invincible. He is the world's best martial arts star and the Great Qiwei General."

The others laughed, and Wei Gui led Han Min in.

After passing the screen wall, there were fewer people, Wei Gui said: "That Yang Mian is Xiao Zizi, isn't he looking for his sister?"

"Well, didn't you find it?"

Wei Gui shook his head: "That night, I searched all of Prince Gong's concubines, but they couldn't find them. After asking a few people, I found out that his sister went there three months ago."

Han Min was startled: "This way..."

"It is said that he had a lung disease, and was sent to a village in the suburbs shortly after he became ill. After a year of delay, after he died, he was buried in the suburbs hastily."

"That……"

"He just went to the suburbs to find his sister's bones in the past few days."

"Okay. If you see him, tell him not to rush back to the palace, and come to me if you need anything."

Wei Huan folded his hands: "If he opens his mouth, I will naturally help him, why should you worry about it?"

Hearing this news all of a sudden, Han Min felt bored and panicked.

Wei Gui comforted him and said, "Fortunately, Prince Gong has fallen."

Han Min sighed, "It's only three months away."

Wei Gui thought about it, and changed the subject: "Do you know where Prince Gong is being imprisoned?"

"Huh?" Han Min raised his eyes, "Isn't it locked in the prison? Is there another place?"

"You would never have imagined that he actually dug several darkrooms under the rockery in their back garden."

Wei Gui raised his foot and walked forward.

He continued: "Qiu Hou is going to execute him, and he is now locked in a dark room. I don't know how many people were locked in those dark rooms. It's his own fault."

darkroom.

Not a very good word, Han Min's eyebrows twitched.

Seeing that he was silent, Wei Gui knew that he was remembering the past, so he didn't say any more.

He only said: "By the way, the Holy Majesty came to interrogate him today, and he is still there now. It's getting late, do you want to go back to the palace with the Holy Majesty?"

Han Min nodded.

Just at this time, Jiang Huan came from not far away.

Fu Xun asked him to interrogate Prince Gong, so it was not surprising to meet him here.

After seeing Li, Wei Gui asked Jiang Huan, "Master Jiang is going back now?"

Jiang Huan said: "Yes, it is expected that the school will also be dismissed."

Han Min was a little strange, what does this have to do with the Academy?

Jiang Huan explained indifferently: "I stood by the Holy Majesty, and Prime Minister Jiang was so angry that I haven't been home for the past few days. Let him hang out for a while."

Dare to put his biological father aside.

Han Min silently gave a thumbs up in his heart, Brother Jiang is really a cool guy.

Just listen to "Brother Cool" continue: "So I'm temporarily staying in Liu's Mansion."

He glanced at Wei Gui, frowned, raised his hand and knocked him on the head: "Don't look at me with such pitiful eyes, it's good to live in Liu's Mansion."

Wei Gui looked puzzled, and Jiang Huan explained in a low voice: "That day in the back hall of Fengqian Hall, Chu Yu said that he wanted to interrogate Prince Gong, but in the end the Holy Majesty sent me this matter. I guess the Holy Majesty was afraid of being judged by others. I draw up the list of officials, and my father will definitely intervene. I moved out to avoid suspicion."

Wei Gui and Han Min gave thumbs up at the same time.

"Brother Jiang, strong."

"Brother Jiang, cool."

Jiang Huan was a little helpless by their praise, looked up at the sky helplessly, and finally looked at Han Min: "Your brother Liu also misses you very much, when will you move in, the three of us may not be together for a long time. "

Han Min nodded in response, "Okay, Senior Brother, send my regards to Senior Brother Liu for me."

After sending Jiang Huan away, Wei Gui said to Han Min, "Let's go, I'll take you to the Holy One."

"it is good."

After another round moon gate, Wei Gui raised his eyes and saw his younger brother Wei Huan.

He raised his hand and said, "Hei Dolphin, come here."

Wei Huan pursed his lips, turned his head, and saw that Han Min was there, he was even more embarrassed.

Holding the saber at his waist, he stepped forward quickly and whispered, "Brother, can you stop calling me that in front of others?"

Wei Gui didn't realize it, "Is your second brother Han someone else?" Han Min waved his hand, "I didn't hear anything, so don't be shy, Black Dolphin."

Wei Huan was almost crying.

The black dolphin wept.

Wei Gui said to his younger brother: "Go to the darkroom and see if the Holy Majesty is finished with the interrogation. If it makes sense, then tell the Holy Majesty that Han Min will come and ask him to go back together."

"understood."

Han Min rubbed his face, trying not to look so nervous when he heard the word "dark room".

At this time, the sky was getting dark, remembering the situation of being locked in the dark room before, his legs were heavy, and he couldn't move a step.

If he had known that Prince Gong's Mansion also had a dark room, he would not have come here.

Han Min breathed a sigh of relief, comforted himself in his heart, and encouraged himself: "Han Min, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, this is not a dark room in the palace's ablution room, besides, Fu Xun is here, he will be here soon , coming soon."

The author has something to say: In Daqi Kindergarten, the little boy Ximin curled up on the bed with his teddy bear in his arms: I... my third brother is in the bed next to me, he will be back soon, he, he is very powerful