After the fan who wrote the emperor was discovered

The candlelight was bright, Liu Ting stood up and took the package from him.

Han Min thought he didn't want to give him the clothes anymore, so he reached out to take them back: "Senior brother..."

Liu Ting patted his hand away, opened the package, and shook off the clothes inside.

"Stand up straight."

He held up the collar, and used the clothes to trace the shoulder width and sleeve length on him, and then looked down at the hem of the clothes.

Han Min hurriedly said, "It fits very well."

Liu Ting looked at him helplessly: "It's obviously grown a bit, senior brother will correct it for you."

"Thank you, brother."

He put the clothes on his arms, walked to the couch, and took out an embroidery basket with needlework and scissors.

Han Min brought the candlestick and put it beside him.

"When will senior brother do this?"

Liu Ting spread the clothes on the couch and measured the size with a cloth ruler.

"There are often poor students in the academy. They can't eat well or wear clothes, and they don't want to wear new clothes made by tailors. I specially found some cheap old cloth for them. It's not good clothes, but they are willing to wear them. good."

He handed the embroidery basket to Han Min: "Thread the needle."

"Eh."

Han Min sat down on the footstool beside the couch, and threaded needles by candlelight.

After Liu Ting measured the size, he turned to watch him thread the needle.

It failed several times.

He sighed, took the needle and thread from Han Min: "I'll do it."

He is already used to it, and soon began to hem the clothes.

Liu Ting sat cross-legged on the couch, leaned close to the candle, and sewed clothes carefully.

He asked Han Min, "Did you always read at night and burn your eyes out?"

Han Min quickly denied it: "No, I just don't know how to do this."

Liu Ting shook his head with a smile, and didn't speak any more.

After a while, he changed his clothes again.

"You go and try."

Holding the clothes, Han Min walked behind the screen in the inner room.

Liu Ting wanted to tidy up the embroidery basket, but saw a piece of fabric that had been cut out, picked it up, and sewed two stitches.

After changing his clothes, Han Min raised his clothes and poked his head out from behind the screen: "Senior brother?"

Liu Ting raised his eyes: "You come."

Liu Ting is gentle and elegant, and the clothes he makes are also plain and gentle.

Xueqing's clothes were used to make clothes for Han Min, and she was willing to put a lot of money into them, with a wide robe and long sleeves.

If there is wind blowing, it is the most romantic.

Han Min stood in front of him and raised his hands: "It looks good."

"Yes."

Liu Ting turned the fabric in his hand out and turned it into a hairband of the same color: "It won't be needed in three months, so tie it up."

"Eh."

Han Min pulled off the hair tie from his own head, took the one from his senior brother, raised his hands, and brushed his hair.

Liu Ting stood up, tugged at the skirt of his clothes, and suddenly thought of something: "Since you haven't worn this clothes, do you know something?"

"what?"

Liu Ting pulled his belt, Han Min took a step back unconsciously: "Brother?"

He grabbed Han Min's skirt and took out three bank notes from his inner pocket.

"Look, you really don't know."

"This……"

"Usually looks very smart, why didn't you guess it?"

Han Min tied up his hair and smiled foolishly.

He is more thoughtful about business matters, but he never pays attention to the people around him.

Liu Ting patted the three bank notes into his hand: "Here you go, it's not too late now."

"I still don't want it anymore, I don't need money now. I will wear the clothes, and the bank notes are..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door outside.

Jiang Huan stood outside the door: "Han Min, I just went to Prince Gong's side, the Holy Majesty said, you want to see the file, go and tell him yourself. The Holy Majesty won't let me give you the file directly."

Han Min responded, "Understood, thank you Senior Brother Jiang."

"You're welcome." Jiang Huan paused, turned and left.

Han Min pursed his lips, a little frustrated.

Liu Ting patted his head: "What's wrong?"

"I don't want to talk to Fu Xun."

"Ok?"

He was always used to calling Fu Xun by his first name as before.

Han Min changed his words: "I mean Your Majesty."

"What happened to him? Bullied you again?"

"He's a really annoying guy."

Han Min scratched his hair irritably, and didn't want to talk to Liu Ting about these things, so he said, "It's getting late, brother, I'm going back first."

"it is good."

This was the first night that Han Min didn't sleep in Funing Palace after returning to Yong'an City.

Eunuch Yang reunited with old friend Liu Lao Xueguan, and ordered Xiao Zizi to take good care of Han Min, and then went to talk to the old friend.

Xiao Zizi was going to watch the night outside, but Han Min drove her back to sleep.

Han Min wrote a two-page manuscript and was about to go to bed.

I just don't know if I can sleep.

He was lying on his side, covered with a quilt, curled up.

The Liu family still treats him like he did when he was a child.

When he was studying with Mr. Liu, he couldn't recite the essays, so he was brought back by Mr. Liu, and he could only go back after he finished reciting.

Sometimes when it was late, I would send a servant to Han's house to tell him that he lived in Liu's house.

He lives in this room, and the furnishings have not changed.

Han Min rested his hands on his pillow, lifted the plain curtain, glanced at the long sword hanging on the silver hook, and felt a little relieved.

But it was still not so easy to fall asleep, he thought for a while, and woke up the system: "Tong, let's talk."

"What do you want to say?"

"I saw the teacher today, and I suddenly wanted to bring grandpa back now."

"is it?"

Han Min turned over and hugged the brocade quilt: "Grandpa should also live a life like this, raise birds, talk to old friends. When I was in Tongzhou, what I was most afraid of was that Grandpa might leave suddenly. .”

"Then hurry up and take them over."

"Well, next time I hand in the manuscript, I'll ask Mr. Ge if the original house has been bought. I don't know which parts of the yard need to be rebuilt."

Han Min opened his eyes, thought for a while, and said, "Tongzi, shall we raise a cat?"

"What do cats do?"

"Possess you." Han Min grinned grinningly, "stretched out my demonic claws to the system cat."

The system cooperated and yelled in horror: "Ah! Stay away from me, you villain!"

Both of them felt that this was a bit silly, and they consciously did not continue to act.

After being quiet for a while, Han Min chuckled, "To be honest, if I raise a cat, I let it drink fish soup every day. In the past, there was no condition in Tongzhou. Once the house is finished, you can raise a cat."

The system imagined: "I want one with long white hair, preferably with mandarin duck pupils."

"There are quite a lot of requests, so just think about it."

"I've been following you for so many years, and you still can't satisfy me with such a small request."

"Okay, I'll do my best, I'll do my best." Han Min asked again, "Do you still want to be another small animal? How do you feel about the yellow dog possessed in Liuzhou at that time?"

"It's not good. Don't mention that thing again, it's ashamed to die."

"Oh, how about raising a little yellow duck?"

The system suddenly turned into a bright and irritable male voice: "You are the duck!"

Han Min opened his eyes: "Yeah? Why aren't you an electronic voice?"

The system cleared its throat: "Sorry, I couldn't hold back for a while."

"you……"

The system explained: "The control center configured a vocal plug-in for me before, but it hasn't been configured yet, and it popped out just now."

"Scared me, I thought you had become a spirit."

The system is a little speechless.

Han Min asked again: "By the way, I asked you a long time ago, what is your mission here, and you haven't told me clearly, can you tell me now?"

"I am a literati system."

"I asked you last time, and you said the same thing."

System thought for a while: "Let me ask for you, is Fu Xun's queen male or female?"

Han Min didn't answer, turned over violently, and wrapped himself in a quilt.

The system said: "Can you sleep? You're making such a big noise, and you're rolling yourself up like dough. Don't cry to me when you can't sleep later."

Han Min sat up, took off the hanging long sword, and held it in his arms.

"Eh?"

"Anyway, Fu Xun isn't here, so he won't know."

The system asked in a long tone: "Oh, is the feeling of holding this sword the same as holding Fu Xun?"

Han Min immediately retorted: "I didn't hug Fu Xun."

"You didn't hug him, what do you do every time you go to the dragon bed and shield me?"

"Fu Xun and I share the same bed, do you think it's appropriate for you to be next to me?"

A system without an emotional plug-in took it for granted: "It's very suitable, what's wrong with the monarch and his ministers sharing the same bed?"

Han Min said sternly, "It's not appropriate."

"What inappropriate things are you doing on the couch?"

"Speak well."

"Okay, what inappropriate things are you doing on the couch?"

"If you do this again, I will block you."

The system asked, "Are you not angry anymore? About Fu Xun braiding your hair?"

Han Min didn't answer, but faced the wall, pulled off the quilt, and got ready to sleep.

The system was blocked by him, and he stayed alone in the space, sorting out the countless books and materials he collected countless times.

He could sleep well with the long sword in his arms. Han Min didn't have any nightmares, and slept until it was twilight.

Guessing that it was almost time, he got up from the bed, dressed and washed.

By the way, unblock the system.

When he went out, Brother Jiang was boxing in the yard, and Brother Liu was reading a book by the window.

Liu Ting heard the sound of the door opening and asked, "Are you up?"

Then he looked up and saw that Han Min was wearing the dress he made, so he smiled: "It's pretty."

Han Min stood in the porch and tied his hair: "Brother's clothes look good."

Jiang Huan said: "Today we agreed to find Wen Bianzhang, do you remember?"

"Remember, of course."

After breakfast, after sitting for a while, Chu Yu arrived.

He is dressed in luxurious silk and satin, inlaid with gold and embroidered jade, shining in the sun.

But he was born with a good appearance of "the country is peaceful and the people are safe", and he can afford it.

He stepped forward to hold Han Min's hand, and Han Min looked him up and down.

Chu Yu asked: "What's wrong?"

Han Min pretended to be serious, "I see you..."

"Ok?"

"Prettier than your carriage."

Chu Yu squeezed his mouth: "You have sharp teeth, and you don't distinguish between friends and foes, so you better stop talking."

He explained: "Aren't you going to see Mr. Wen today? I heard that he is very serious. I should dress formally so that I won't lose my manners."

Han Min pretended to be suddenly enlightened: "Ah, so that's the case, you are very thoughtful."

Chu Yu took his hand and walked out: "Isn't he still recovering from his injuries? I also specially prepared a cart full of medicinal materials for him, all of which were collected from the north years ago."

Han Min tried to persuade: "Actually, you don't need to bother, Bian Zhang might not like it."

Chu Yu waved his hand: "It doesn't matter whether he likes it or not, I'll just prepare first."

The Chu family's carriage was unparalleled in luxury, and it was walking on the street early in the morning, attracting the attention of passers-by.

Jiang Huan just casually lifted the curtain, and a sprig of apricot blossom flew outside.

It happened to fall into his arms.

Jiang Huan's expression darkened, and he lowered the curtain.

In the blink of an eye, seeing Han Min and Chu Yu both holding back their laughter, Liu Ting also had a vague smile on his face.He was a little ashamed, raised his hand, and threw Xinghua into Chu Yu's arms.

"For your carriage."

Chu Yu put the apricot flower on Han Min's lapel: "Where is it? It is clearly aimed at Mr. Jiang's talent and appearance."

Han Min grabbed Liu Ting's shoulders, led him to the window of the carriage, and lifted the curtain: "Brother, try it."

There were no flower branches, but a few students from the academy—the academy was on vacation today, they came out to buy—stopped and bowed to Liu Ting.

"Senior Koyanagi."

Liu Ting smiled, "Morning."

Soon they arrived at the alley where Marquis Wenyuan's Mansion was located.

The alleys were so narrow that the Chu family's carriage couldn't even get in.

The four of them laughed together and had no choice but to get out of the car and walk.

There were all kinds of things to buy in the alley, but Chu Yu hadn't seen it much, so he pestered Han Min to talk.

Han Min sighed softly, and looked at Liu Ting: "Brother, do you know what happened when I took Brother Pei out in Tongzhou?"

He pointed at Chu Yu: "That's right."

Chu Yu asked, "Who is Brother Pei?"

"My brother Han Pei."

"Oh, not bad..."

"Six years old this year."

"Han Min!"

"Eh."

Han Min smiled and touched the back of his hand, Chu Yu thought he was trying to comfort her, but instead heard him say it.

"Rich people are such a nuisance."

He patted the back of Chu Yu's hand, and after saying this, he turned and ran.

He didn't stop until he was in front of Wen's mansion, he turned his head and gave a "shh" to Chu Yu: "I'll go in and have a look first, I don't know if he's up or not."

Han Min adjusted his clothes, cleared his throat, and knocked on the wooden door.

There was a sound of "the door is not locked" from the yard, and Han Min opened the door and went in.

Wen Yan was in the yard, sitting by the well.

It seems that he just got up, or maybe he is recuperating at home these days, no one comes to see him, and he is dressed casually.

Just put on an outer dress, tied with a belt loosely.

Seeing Han Min coming, he put down the scroll in his hand.

Wen Yan said: "I knew it was you, and no one else would come to see me except you."

"Where? There must be someone else."

Han Min stepped forward, lifted the hem of his clothes, and sat down beside him.

Wen Yan asked again: "Why are you so early today?"

"Wake up early, come here earlier." Han Min pressed his hand, "Wen Bianzhang, I have something to ask you."

"You said."

Han Min looked at him very confidently: "Are we in a good relationship?"

Wen Yan lowered his eyes, pulled out his hand, picked up the crutch on the ground, and hooked the wooden wheelchair beside him.

Seeing his silence, Han Min became a little anxious: "Why don't you talk? Didn't I get along with you? Could it be that you still don't like me? Ah...how did I mess with you again?"

Wen Yan leaned on crutches and fell into a wheelchair, afraid that he would fall, Han Min even gave him a hand.

Han Min grabbed the wheelchair: "No, if you don't make it clear, you don't want to leave today. We don't have a good relationship? A while ago, I fed you pig's feet every day, which made you fatter. Now you say we No reconciliation, you are playing with my friendship."

Wen Yan said softly, "I haven't."

"Then we are reconciled?"

He was just embarrassed to say it, but he didn't want to provoke such a big reaction from Han Min.

He lowered his head and responded in a low voice: "Yes."

"I saw Xie Dingyuan's copybook at your place last time, can you lend me a look?"

"Okay, I'll get it for you."

"Don't worry, it's just that I lost to my brother in chess yesterday, and they asked me to..."

Wen Yan's expression changed all of a sudden, and he asked coldly, "So they asked you to ask me for a post?"

"Oh no……"

Wen Yan stopped listening to him, pushed the wheelchair and left, only saying: "I'll get it for you, you take it and leave."

Ignoring the three people standing outside the door, Han Min quickly chased after him: "Wen Bianzhang?"

Jiang Huan and the three standing outside the door directly opened the door and entered.

Liu Ting said: "He is thoughtful and straight-tempered, he probably thinks that we regard him as a chess bet."

On the other side, Han Min chased him all the way, apologized to him all the way, and entered his room.

Wen Yan's face remained unchanged, and he turned out the copybook: "Here you are."

Han Min shook his sleeves: "Wen Bianzhang, I died wronged."

He said stiffly, "Here you are."

Han Min refused to answer, and squatted down to be at his height, shaking his sleeve vigorously.

"It's really not what you think. I didn't despise you. They insisted that you couldn't understand me. We didn't reconcile, so I said that I reconciled with you and have the best relationship in the world. They didn't believe me, so I Said that I borrowed the post from you."

Wen Yan glanced at him, his expression moved slightly: "Really?"

Han Min nodded emphatically: "Really, Wen Bizhang, Wen Bizhang. And they were all outside just now."

"Are they outside?"

"Yeah, now everyone in the world knows that our relationship is not good."

Wen Yan had already recovered, but still had a cold face: "You deserve it."

"Then you are not angry?"

He pushed the wheelchair: "I'll go out and have a look, and explain to you by the way."

Han Min walked behind him and helped him push the wheelchair: "Thank you, Mr. Wen."

Walking on the narrow stone corridor, Han Min said, "Two of my senior brothers are here, and there is also Master Chu, who has always wanted to get to know you, so I brought him here too."

"Okay." Wen Yan thought about it, "Why did you come here with them?"

"I don't live in the palace, I've moved to Liu's house."

Wen Yan was a little surprised, but quickly adjusted his expression: "Will His Majesty let you go?"

At this time, another person pushed open the door of Marquis Wenyuan's mansion.

He saw three people standing in the yard, but he didn't see the person he wanted to see.

The three stood still and bowed to each other, and he asked, "Where's Han Min?"

Chu Yu said: "Master Han seems to have offended Mr. Wen. Mr. Wen was so angry that he pushed the wheelchair and left. Mr. Han chased after him to make amends."

Just at this time, Wen Yan in the corridor asked Han Min, "Will the Holy One let you go?"

Han Min snorted, "Of course he would, why wouldn't he? Anyway, he hates me the most."

He pushed the wheelchair to the front of the hall, and then saw an extra person in the yard.

—— Fu Xun was a little helpless, looked up at him, and said, "I originally refused."

Startled by him, Han Min unconsciously let go of the wooden wheelchair, and Wen Yan slid two steps forward before being held down again by him.

The person involved overheard the gibberish, so Han Min could only nod to Fu Xun embarrassingly: "Your Majesty."

Fu Xun waved to him and told him to come over.

Han Min thought about it, but couldn't let go of Wen Yan's wheelchair, so Chu Yu trotted forward: "I'll come, I'll come."

Han Min had no choice but to introduce to Wen Yan: "This is Chu Yu, Chu Tanhualang, Chu Zhuoshi."

"Wen Yan Wen Yushi, Wen Bianzhang."

Chu Yu straightened the wheelchair and greeted Wen Yan: "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Wen Yan wasn't used to his excessive enthusiasm, and maybe he was dazzled by his glittering clothes, so he just twitched his lips: "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Get along with."

After Han Min gave an order, he walked over to Fu Xun.

"His Majesty?"

"Yeah." Fu Xun glanced at the remaining four people, "I have something to do with Han Min, you can do it yourself."

After finishing speaking, he pinched Han Min's shoulder and wanted to take him away.

Liu Ting gasped, fearing that Han Min would be beaten.

But Han Min stood still, and Fu Xun let go of his hand to smooth out the crumpled clothes for him.

He lowered his eyes, looked at Han Min aggrievedly, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Let's go."

In the end Han Min nodded, and Fu Xun gently pinched his sleeve and led him out.

After the two of them left, Wen Yan said lightly: "It's okay, come in and sit down."

Drinking tea in Wen Yan's room to appreciate posts, Liu Ting looked at Wen Yan: "When did you reconcile with him?"

He was referring to Han Min, of course.

"It was reconciled a long time ago, and there was nothing in the first place."

"is it?"

Liu Ting pushed his wheelchair and pushed him to the other side to talk.

"Why were you before?"

"It's nothing."

Wen Yan paused for a while: "If you have the heart, let Han Min stay away from the Holy One."

"Why?"

"Your Majesty...has impure thoughts about him."

For the upright Wen Yanwen Yushi, if he wanted to speak ill of the emperor, it was still in private, not in the Golden Palace, and it was the emperor's private affairs, so he was a bit uncomfortable to speak up.

So what he said was extremely light.

But Liu Ting, who was the only one who heard this, clearly didn't believe it: "The two of them grew up together like this. Seeing the way the Holy One always provokes him, it seems that he is a bit bullying him."

Wen Yan said: "I didn't mean this..."

"We should also keep him away from the holy majesty, so as not to fight anytime soon."

Wen Yan didn't say any more, no one would believe him when he was told this.

At first he didn't believe it himself.

Han Min and Fu Xun were walking on the road.

Yesterday Fu Xun went to Prince Gong's Mansion and called Jiang Huan over by the way.

He knew that Jiang Huan lived in Liu's house, and after asking a few questions, he knew that Han Min was coming to Wen's house today.

That's why Fu Xun came here today, and deliberately didn't let Wei Gui follow him. Wei Gui always likes to stick with Han Min, so he must be eliminated from the source.

Han Min folded his hands and turned to look at him: "Your Majesty..."

He looked around, there were many pedestrians on the road, and it might not be convenient to call "Your Majesty".

Fu Xun said, "Just shout like before."

"Oh, Fu Xun."

Fu Xun looked heartbroken: "You used to call me 'Third Brother'."

Han Min was confused: "When did I call you 'Third Brother'?"

"Hurry up and shout."

"I do not."

Repeat the dialogue pointlessly a hundred times.

Finally Han Min said: "If you do this again, I will call you 'Fu Gou'."

Fu Xun said, "Forget it, you can shout whatever you like."

The title "Fu Gou" was given to him when he was a child studying in the academy.Fu Xun made up his homework in the morning, and was in a hurry to write, so he left out his name.

Han Min went over quietly with a pen in his hand, blacked out the edges of the words, and added a cursive.

For a long time afterwards, Han Min called him that.

Once, Uncle Wang lost money in business and left a bunch of blank fans for them. Friends asked the little literati Han Min to inscribe, and he also wrote these two characters for Fu Xun.

Later, Grandpa Han found out, and Han Min was carried away to Emperor Dezong, and Fu Xun called him twice to vent his anger.

In the end, Han Min wrinkled his face in fright, but Fu Xun only patted his forehead, and the matter was over.

At this time Fu asked him: "Are you still angry? About the hair?"

Han Min thought for a while, but asked, "Are you not angry? About 'Fu Gou'?"

Fu Xun paused: "No. Did you fall asleep last night?"

"Well, it's okay." Han Min also specially emphasized, "I really didn't sleep with the sword in my arms."

After a while, without hearing Fu Xun's words, Han Min raised his head and saw Fu Xun walking towards him with two malt candies.

It seems that it has not changed for many years, and it seems that many years have passed.

Fu Xun handed the bamboo stick in front of him: "You eat."

"I will not eat."

"Are you still angry?"

"Don't dare."

"'Don't dare' means anger, eat quickly."

Fu Xun waved the bright yellow malt candy in front of him, and fanned the sweet aroma of the candy to him, luring him.

"Han Min eat quickly, come and eat."

Han Min pursed his lips, swallowed quietly, looked up at him, then whimpered, and took a bite of the candy.

He chewed for a while, and Fu Xun continued to seduce: "Han Min, is it sweet? Hurry up and take another bite, take another bite."

It's not to blame that Han Min's concentration is not enough, it's really because the sugar is too delicious.

Fu Xun coaxed him to eat mouthful after mouthful, gave him both skewers, and just watched him eat, seeing the syrup on the corners of his lips.

Fu Xun touched the soft flesh of his cheek with the tip of his tongue, and he wanted to taste it too.