After the fan who wrote the emperor was discovered

It was already late at night when all the food and medicinal materials were placed.

Fu Xun and Han Min looked everywhere, Wei Huan followed behind, not daring to say anything more.

Han Min tried to explain: "It's not that I don't want to write to you."

Fu Xun looked at him and asked him to continue.

"I'm just..." Han Min paused, then said softly, "I'm afraid I'll hurt you."

Fu Xun nodded: "I know."

If he really didn't care, Han Min wouldn't have traveled all the way to raise something and send it over.

There was nothing to say all the way, and when they returned to the post, Fu Xun brushed the snow off Han Min's shoulders.

"Go back to your room."

"Okay, my lord also goes to bed earlier."

Fu Xun looked at him: "I'll let Wei Huan follow you, and tell him anything you want."

"Okay, thanks."

After saying goodbye, Han Min turned and left.

Wei Huan was about to lift his heels up, but suddenly felt a gaze fell on him, like a knife blade.

He paused, stiffened his neck, and turned his head slowly: "My lord?"

Fu Xun looked at him, Wei Huan hurriedly made a gesture of silence, and said angrily: "I understand, I won't talk nonsense anymore."

He caught up with Han Min: "Second brother Han, are you hungry? Do you want to eat supper?"

Han Min declined, and only asked him about the current situation of his friends in Yong'an City.

"How is your brother?"

"He's like that. He has always had a bad temper. He doesn't like everything, especially me."

"What about my senior brother?"

"Master Liu is very good. After Mr. Liu stepped down, he took over Mr. Liu's position and taught at the school."

Back in the room, the two of them chatted for a while.

It was getting late, Wei Huan asked him to resign: "Second Brother Han, go to bed early too, I'm right next door, just call me if you have anything to do."

Han Min nodded: "Okay, go back to sleep."

After Wei Huan left, Han Min sat down in front of the desk again, picked up the copper scissors on the desk, turned on the candle, and spread out the unfinished things during the day.

After hastily reading the previous article, Han Min turned over the documents sent by the system in his mind, and picked up his pen to continue the previous article.

I don't know how long it took, but the surrounding area became more and more quiet.

The red candle burned off a long section, Han Min put down his pen and picked up the copper scissors again.

The bright paper on the door cast a shadow, and someone also came to the door with a lantern.

Fu Xun knocked on the door and said softly, "Han Min?"

Han Min cut off the candle wick, the candle flame flickered, and the figure swayed.

He responded, lifted the blanket covering his lap, and got up to open the door.

Fu Xun stood in front of the door, feeling cold all over.

Han Min pushed open the door: "What's wrong?"

"I saw that the light was still on here, and I was afraid that you would fall asleep lying on the desk, so I came over to have a look."

"I'll write something."

Fu Xun didn't move, so Han Min stepped back: "Will the lord want to come in?"

Fu Xun blew out the lantern and walked into the room.

He sat down in front of the desk, and saw that the desk was full of paper, and the paper was full of ink.

Han Min closed the door to keep the wind and snow out.Walking back to the seat, sat down again, took the blanket and covered it over his lap.

Seeing Fu Xun's eyes on the case, Han Min explained: "Write something useful. My grandfather and the others are in Tongzhou. I don't feel at ease. I have to go back soon, so I have to hurry up and finish writing."

Han Min sorted out the papers on the case and divided them into three categories: "This is a literature review, which is the methods of disaster control in the past dynasties. I have read some isolated copies before and wrote them based on my impressions. The Chinese New Year is coming soon, after the New Year's Eve It's spring, the weather is getting warmer, and we need to prevent epidemics. There are also some suggestions for reconstruction plans, which should be useful, and the prince will use them at his discretion."

He continued: "I am wearing a sinful body again. I cannot hide the matter of coming to Liuzhou. If the Holy Majesty still does not like the Han family, I am afraid that the Holy Majesty will anger the prince. If the Holy Majesty asks, answer according to what I wrote above. Just do it."

"There is also the matter of arson in the granary and filling the grain with sand. You can refer to Prince Gong's book. This is a book I drafted. I probably need to discuss it with the servants of the prince. I just give it as a reference."

Han Min gathered up the drafts: "It's not finished yet, I'll give it to the prince when it's sorted out."

Fu Xun only asked him, "When are you going back?"

"Leave after writing these things." Han Min counted the days, "Probably two or two days after tomorrow."

"I'll have someone take you back."

"No, it's too ostentatious, I can go back alone, the road is not far away."

Fu Xun seemed to have no intention of saying: "With you, it seems that we haven't seen each other for two years."

Han Min supported his head: "Yes."

He obviously didn't understand what Fu Xun meant, thought for a while, and asked again: "It's so late, did the prince come back from outside?"

He entered the room covered in cold air, and even the room became colder.

Fu Xun said: "The people below interrogated the person who set the fire, and if there is a result, I'll go over and have a look."

"Your subordinates are very quick. Did Liu Zhizhou instigate the matter?"

"Yes."

"That?"

"He has already been detained, and the mansion was searched overnight, and a letter from Prince Gong was found."

"Yeah." Han Min nodded thoughtfully, "Did the lord expect it early?"

Fu Xun said: "Yes. But I didn't expect it."

"what?"

Fu Xun looked up at him: "I didn't expect you to come."

Suddenly, Han Min smiled and blinked at him, "I've always been a hero and a hero, worrying about the country and the people."

Fu Xun was not very satisfied with this answer.

What is chivalrous and courageous, who cares about the country and the people?

You are clearly worried about me.

After a long time, Fu Xun said again: "The person I placed in the imperial physician's building handed over a secret letter not long ago. Father has invited the imperial physician quite a few times this month, as if he often had nightmares at night."

He paused: "After the death of the eldest brother, the father has never appointed a prince. The father gave me military power, gave Fu Quan the power to handle political affairs and supervise the country, and gave the fifth child supreme favor. Maybe he just wanted to see us fight hard .”

Regarding this matter, Han Min didn't dare to talk too much, and lowered his eyes, watching his nose and nose and heart.

Fu Xun said: "After the incident in Liuzhou is over, I will return to Beijing. It should be a vicious fight."

Han Min speculated, "If the incident in Liuzhou is used to create trouble, Prince Gong might jump over the wall in a hurry."

"I think so too, maybe he will do it before I go back."

What hand to move, needless to say.

It was nothing more than taking advantage of Fu Xun's absence in Yong'an to pull the emperor down early, or design poison, or force him to abdicate.

The emperor should also know from the beginning that he would support one side for a while and press the other side for a while.

What will be supported will only be the growing desire for power of the various forces, and it will inevitably be backlashed and burned by the fire in the end.

Han Min asked worriedly, "When is the prince planning to go back?"

Fu Xun still had that calm look: "There's no rush."

Han Min pursed his lips. Before he could speak, Fu Xun said, "Don't worry, the Han family will be rehabilitated."

Han Min shook his head: "I didn't mean to say that."

Fu Xun raised his eyebrows: "What do you want to say?"

"I..." Han Min scratched his head, as if a little embarrassed, "Forget it, let's not talk about it."

Fu Xun took one last look at him and stood up: "It's getting late, we'll talk about something tomorrow, go to sleep."

Han Min nodded in agreement, and didn't intend to pack his things.

Fu Xun clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction: "Hurry up, I will watch you go to bed."

Han Min paused and said in a muffled voice, "Understood."

He piled the manuscripts into a pile, picked up the paperweight and pressed it on top, then blew out the candles, got up and walked towards the bed.

He stood by the couch, pulled off his belt, and looked back.

Fu Xun was about to open the door and go out, but he also looked back at him.

At this moment, Han Min tore off his belt, and half of the clothes fell down on his feet, revealing half of his shirt.

Still unaware, Han Min raised his hand and rubbed the sore back of his neck, then waved goodbye to him.

"My lord, go slowly."

The wrists are black and white, and the middle coat is snow-white.

Fu Xun nodded without changing his expression, opened the door and left.

Just happened to meet the sanitation in the next room.

He too was pushing the door out, weapon in hand.

Fu Xun frowned: "What are you doing?"

Wei Huan put away his weapon: "I heard some movement, and I was afraid that the second brother Han had entered the house, so I came to have a look." He laughed dryly: "I didn't expect it to be the prince."

When he was giggling, he suddenly saw something.

Wei Huan said in shock: "My lord, your ears are so red! My lord, did you freeze your ears in the snow?"

Fu Xun looked at him and squeezed two words between his teeth: "Shut up."

It snowed all night.

The next morning, the sun rose and the snow melted.

Sunlight shines through the bright paper into the room.

Han Min lay prone on the table, buried in the pile of papers and fell asleep.

The red candle on the case had already been burned out, and it was unknown how long he had slept.

He used to sleep less at night.Fu Xun drove him to bed last night, and after a short sleep, he woke up to write again.

Finally, while writing, I fell asleep.

The light and shadow shining on the floor of the room circulated for half a circle before waking up.

Han Min stretched, leaned back, and fell to the ground.

After squinting for a while, he sat up and rubbed his eyes.

He went out to ask Wei Huan for some hot water and some food.

After washing up, he held a steamed bun and sat in front of the desk, eating while looking through what he had written last night.

Papers were piled up on the desk in a mess, and Han Min finished reading after eating.

He clapped his hands, sorted out a thick stack of drafts, strung them into three stacks with hemp rope, and went out with a pen.

Wei Huan stood guard outside the door, and when he saw him coming out, he hurriedly stood up.

"Second brother Han is going to find the prince? The prince has gone out early in the morning."

"Well, I still want to find Mr. Wen Yan and Wen."

Wei Huan's face changed: "What are you looking for with Wen Yan? He has a stinky face all day long."

Han Min said seriously, "He is the number one literati around the lord, since you are a bodyguard by the lord's side, why do you still say such things?"

Wei Huan also quickly recovered his expression: "Then I'll take Second Brother Han, they should be at the government office."

The arsonist caught last night, as well as Liu Zhizhou, were all imprisoned in the government office.

Fu Xun clasped his hands and sat in front of Liu Zhizhou, leaning against the back of the chair, with a gloomy look on his face.

Even if he didn't speak, Liu Zhizhou was terrified by him, kneeling tremblingly, his teeth chattering.

The guard walked in from the outside and whispered something in Fu Xun's ear.

Fu Xun sat up and said, "Tell him not to come in, but wait outside. This king will go out to meet him."

He looked at Liu Zhizhou, and told his subordinates: "Continue the interrogation."

After speaking, he stood up and walked out of the cell.

Passing through the dark and damp corridor, there is a slight smell of blood.

Fu Xun told the people around him: "When you have free time, wash the floor."

When he was about to leave the dungeon, Fu Xun turned his head and looked at Wen Yan behind him: "Does this king smell of blood?"

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Wen Yan:? ? ?My lord, please be sober, you are not going on a date