After the fan who wrote the emperor was discovered

Han Min was used to not being able to sleep at night and sleeping until the sun rose during the day.

Although I sometimes fell asleep lying on the desk, most of the time I was awakened by nightmares.

This time the dream is more real, it is in Prince Gong's Mansion.

The sky was full of flames, burning through the sky, Fu Xun carried him out.

Then he woke up.

It was uncomfortable to find something in my arms.

Oh, he remembered.

He really couldn't sleep last night, so he simply took down the long sword hanging in front of the tent and hugged it in his arms.

The long sword belonged to Fu Xun, although it was not very comfortable to hold it in his arms, but he slowly fell asleep.

The rare sleep, Han Min wanted to stay in bed for a while, so he didn't open his eyes.

He didn't sleep well, curled up in a ball under the covers, his head dropped under the pillow.He reached up and touched, pulled the pillow over, rubbed his face against the pillow and something beside it—

The touch doesn't seem right.

Han Min dazedly fumbled twice, and something hooked his fingers and held his hand.

He woke up with a start, and then saw a hand on his bed.

He quickly sat up and drew out his long sword.

The man withdrew his hand and opened the curtain with his backhand.

"What are you doing?"

It's Fu Xun.

As the sword edge clanged, the two were relatively silent, Han Min was a little embarrassed, but Fu Xun had a smile on his face.

Han Min put away the long sword, hid it behind his back, and stuffed it under the quilt.

When Fu Xun saw him sleeping with his sword in his arms, he felt that he didn't have to live.

Han Min, who hadn't woken up yet, felt that he could still be rescued, so he would be fine if he hid the sword.

As long as he firmly refused to admit that it was the sword Fu Xun gave him, Fu Xun couldn't laugh at him.

Fu Xun sat on the edge of the couch and flipped through the book, watching him make small moves under his nose.

He smiled: "Are you awake?"

Han Min stuffed the long sword into the quilt, sat down, stroked his hair, and asked nonchalantly, "Yes, why is Your Majesty here?"

Fu Xun glanced behind him and reminded: "It's not hidden well, the tip of the sword is exposed."

Han Min glanced back, and sure enough, a part was exposed outside.

He moved back silently, grabbed the corner of the quilt with his backhand, and pulled it twice.

Block it!

Fu Xun once again kindly reminded him: "The hilt of the sword is exposed again."

Han Min moved forward again, grabbed the quilt, and covered the hilt of the sword.

Stop it!

Fu Xun asked again: "Are you really awake?"

Han Min nodded emphatically, and replied earnestly, "Of course."

Then he covered his mouth and yawned.

He rubbed his eyes and asked, "Your Majesty is looking for me, is there something wrong?"

"No, Eunuch Yang said you were sleeping with a sword in your hand, please let me come and have a look."

Han Min was startled: "It's...really?"

"He was afraid that you would fall asleep, so he accidentally wiped your neck with the sword."

"No, no, I'm very careful."

"When I come, you hold my hand."

Han Min's first reaction was to deny it, but when he thought about it carefully, this seemed to be something he could do again.

After all, last night, he even praised Fu Xun to the system, saying that he was good and wanted to sleep with him.

Today Fu Xun came to his door by himself, and Han Min felt that he might "be overwhelmed".

So he sincerely admitted his mistake: "I'm sorry, have you delayed your business?"

Fu Xun asked back, "You didn't drip your saliva on the sword, did you?"

Han Min was taken aback, and then immediately retorted: "This is the first time, I only hugged for half the night, and I never sleep..."

Fu Xun obviously didn't believe it, and just looked at him like that.

Han Min choked and didn't say any more.

No amount of explanation is enough.

That's it.

He wiped his face, went to bed and put on his shoes.

He picked up the clean clothes that were hanging on the side, and went behind the screen to change.

Turning around inadvertently, he saw Fu Xun turning over his quilt, looking for the sword.

Han Min quickly gave in: "Don't take it back. It's all given to me, how can you take it back?"

Fu Xun didn't listen to him, and took out the long sword directly, and took a look: "You are really not afraid of hurting yourself in your dreams."

He didn't change his clothes anymore, so Han Min wore a snow-white singlet and sat down in front of him: "I'll be very careful, I can't sleep well anyway, and if I get hurt, it's my own. I won't hug you tonight, don't take it away." Ah, I really won't be able to sleep."

Fu Xun said sternly, "Weapons are too murderous, you are already weak, you can't."

Han Min fell down on the couch: "Then I won't be able to sleep, I am the first official in Daqi to die suddenly."

Fu Xun paused before saying that, "If you can't sleep at night, you can come and find me."

"I don't want it." Han Min kicked his feet angrily, "Wen Bianzhang will scold me."

Fu Xun didn't say much.

Anyway, he couldn't sleep, and he would come over by himself sooner or later.

He stood up holding the long sword: "Old doctor Liang is waiting outside to take your pulse, you..."

Fu Xun looked down at him, put the hilt of the long sword against his half-open skirt, and pushed it up: "Go and put on your clothes."

Still immersed in the grief of losing the long sword, Han Min just watched helplessly as he took the long sword away.

Han Min turned over: "Tongzi, how can I sleep at night?"

Still remembering the hatred he said last night that he was tone deaf, the system said leisurely: "You go to him to sing for you, anyway, he said you can go to him. Emperor Jinkou's singing must be better than mine."

"You also know that he is an emperor, not a singer."

Han Min lay on the quilt and moaned.

The old doctor Liang came to check his pulse as usual.

The old doctor stroked his beard while feeling his pulse.

He shook his head, and said the same thing many times: "How can you do this? You are still young and can afford it. When I leave, no one will help you to recuperate, what will you do?"

At this time, Han Min was stealthily taking the snacks on the table.

The old doctor Liang patted his hand back, pretending to be angry and said: "I'm checking the pulse, don't eat it."

Han Min took another look at the cake he wanted to eat, propped his head up and said, "I can't force anything, I will do my best, if I really can't survive..."

He quickly took a piece of snack and stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed the last sentence vaguely.

"Then you won't live."

The old doctor Liang obviously didn't hear clearly, so he just asked him: "What do you dream about?"

"When the house was raided, sometimes I dreamed of kneeling under the steps; sometimes I dreamed of being in a prison. More often I dreamed of being in a dark room."

Han Min scratched his hair: "I feel that as soon as I close my eyes, it's exactly the same as when I was locked in the dark room, and I can't fall asleep."

The old doctor Liang withdrew his hand and took away the pulse pillow: "Then what are you afraid of? Are you afraid of the dark, or are you afraid of Prince Gong?"

Han Min quickly retorted, "I'm not afraid of Prince Gong."

He paused, and finally whispered: "But I don't know, what am I afraid of."

Old Madam Liang stroked his head pityingly.

Fu Xun took back his long sword, and that night, Han Min was pushed back to his room to sleep by Eunuch Yang until very late.

He knew in his heart that he couldn't sleep, and he didn't know what he was afraid of, but he couldn't sleep.

Han Min lay flat on the couch, pulling the quilt with both hands, staring at the curtain in a daze.

He sniffed: "Tong, I'm still a little scared."

The system sighed: "Shall I sing for you?"

Although afraid, Han Min flatly refused: "No."

The system held back its anger and continued to give him an idea, which was also somewhat angry: "Go find Fu Xun."

"It's so late now, it's not good."

"What's the matter between you and Fu Xun? Sometimes he treats you very well, but sometimes he seems to like to bully you."

"I don't know either." Han Min scratched his head, "Probably because they often fight over small things, but they can rely on each other for big things."

He thought about it carefully, and found that his words were indeed very appropriate.

In Yong'an, in Tongzhou, it was always like this.

But this time, he wasn't sure whether his inability to fall asleep was a major issue or a trivial one, and could he ask Fu Xun for help.

Han Min lifted the quilt, got up and went to bed: "Let's go for a walk."

The system said helplessly: "Okay, okay."

He put on his clothes, opened the door and went out.

Eunuch Yang, who was guarding the outside room, was already asleep, so Han Min tiptoed out without waking him up.

It was already the beginning of March, and the night was still a bit cold, so Han Min wrapped his clothes tightly and walked in front of the corridor.

He found a random place to sit down.

The system attached its consciousness to a little sparrow and landed on his shoulder.

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Han Min sat on the railing of the corridor, he chose a random place, which happened to be the air outlet.

The head-on wind blew up his loose hair, hanging on his feet, and one of his shoes fell outside the corridor. He didn't bother to pick it up, so he just looked down.

After listening to the little sparrow muttering for a while, he felt a little sleepy. He leaned against the pillar, his eyes half-closed.

The system quickly said: "Don't sleep here..."

Before he finished speaking, someone chased away the little sparrow on his shoulder and patted him on the shoulder: "Why are you here?"

The system chirped angrily.

Han Min looked up at him, "Fu Xun, I can't sleep, so come out for a walk."

"It's too late, go to sleep." Fu Xun thought for a while and added, "Go to sleep in the main hall."

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Han Min's expression brightened, and he turned over the railing and was about to leave: "Okay..."

The lantern under the eaves was shaking, Fu Xun looked down and saw his feet: "Where are the shoes?"

Only then did he realize that Han Min responded, jumped off the railing, picked up his shoes and put them on, happily followed Fu Xun, but when he looked over, his expression became serious again.

Fu Xun smiled helplessly where he could not see.

It's also silly.

In order for Han Min to see it as soon as he opened his eyes, Fu Xun hung the long sword in front of the bed.

Han Min lay flat on the couch in an orderly manner, with a faint scent of ambergris lingering on the tip of his nose: "Your Majesty, can you give me this sword again?"

Fu Xun blew out the lamp and lay down beside him: "No."

Outside the window, it was dark and cloudy.

Han Min was extremely glad that he was already with Fu Xun.

Very reassuring.

He pulled up the quilt, closed his eyes, and prepared to sleep.

When he was about to fall asleep, he remembered what old lady Liang asked him during the day, what was he afraid of?

Why is Fu Xun not afraid?

Han Min thought for a while, then asked softly, "Your Majesty, when will King Gong be interrogated, can you take me to see it?"

In the darkness, Fu Xun opened his eyes, his Adam's apple slid up and down, and asked lightly, "What are you going to do?"

"Mr. Liang asked me what I was afraid of this morning. I couldn't answer. I thought, I'll go and see. Maybe that place is like that. It's not as bad as I thought. If I'm not sure, I won't be afraid."

After a moment of silence, Fu Xun responded, "I will accompany you tomorrow."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

"Go to sleep."

"Eh."

Han Min pulled off the quilt, wrapped himself into a ball, and closed his eyes.

After waiting for a while, he heard the sound of breathing coming from his ears gradually and gradually, and guessed that Fu Xun had fallen asleep.

Han Min said to him angrily, "The most important thing is to thank you for saving me from the darkroom."

Fu Xun stopped breathing, then turned over, stretched out his arms, and pulled Han Min into his arms.

Han Min was caught off guard and hit his forehead against his heart.

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The author has something to say: Pity: He fell asleep, thank you quietly

Old Fu: Where can I sleep!super spirit