After the fan who wrote the emperor was discovered

Liu Ting stretched out his arms, hugged Han Min, and patted his back through the quilt.

"It's okay, don't be sad."

Han Min tilted his head, leaned his head on his senior's shoulder, and sniffed again: "Yeah."

Liu Ting stroked his hair with a smile: "It's still the same as when I was a child, silly."

He took out two scrolls: "That incident was originally caused by my mother to vent her anger. She couldn't figure it out for a while, but now she figured it out, and asked me to take two calligraphy and paintings to make amends for you. Don't be angry, what else do you want, brother?" Get it for you."

Han Min sat up and blinked his eyes: "Yuan was not very angry, but thought that I have been in Yong'an for so long, as if I haven't done anything yet, and I am a little frustrated."

Liu Ting laughed, shook his head and said, "What is it that you have been here for so long? How long have you been here? Let me do the math for you."

He snapped his fingers: "You came to Yong'an at the end of the first lunar month, and it's only March now. You have to recuperate from illness, deal with Prince Gong, and take care of your family's return to Beijing. I think you are very busy. What are you doing now?" Say something like that again?"

He squeezed Han Min's face: "Don't worry about what other people say, my mother, if there is anything else, if you don't feel comfortable talking to her directly, just tell the senior brother, and the senior brother will help you reconcile."

Han Min nodded, "Thank you, brother, for your kindness."

"Tonight's dinner, grandpa let you sit on the right hand side to help you vent your anger. He treats you as his grandson, and I naturally treat you as my brother, huh?"

Liu Ting smiled, and unfolded a scroll: "Don't worry about it, come, let's take a look at the calligraphy that senior brother chose for you, the best one in father's study, it's by Jiangbei Xie Dingyuan."

Only then did Han Min regain some energy, straightened up a little, and took a closer look.

Liu Ting said: "I read the copybook at Wen Yan's place during the day, this is the real one, you should keep it and read it slowly. There is also a picture of "The Cold River", you should keep it too."

Han Min read the calligraphy and painting several times, carefully rolled up the scroll: "Thank you, brother."

Liu Ting brought the brocade box over and asked him to pack the things and put them on the bedside.

Although the purpose of his trip was to coax Han Min well, seeing Han Min's appearance, he still couldn't help sighing.

"Just these two things can be coaxed, silly."

Liu Ting raised his arms to embrace him again.

Han Min smiled: "It's okay, it's getting late, brother, let's go back to sleep."

"You don't need senior brother to accompany you?"

"no, I'm fine."

"Then you go to bed early, too."

"it is good."

After sending Liu Ting away, Han Min read the two volumes of calligraphy and paintings several times.

"Tongtong, come out and see your favorite Xie Dingyuan."

The system was awakened by him, and hurriedly responded: "Here we come."

It is a literati system. Apart from collecting literature and materials, it also likes to look at calligraphy and paintings, and enters all these things into its own database.

The system sighed: "Xie Dingyuan is so pretty."

Han Min suppressed a smile, "You look like an idiot."

The system hummed: "You don't understand, anyway, Xie Dingyuan's handwriting is much prettier than your Mao Climbing's handwriting."

Xie Dingyuan's handwriting is sharp and full of spirit.

Saying this, Han Min didn't show it on his face, but he was still in admiration in his heart.

But he asked the system sourly: "You like Xie Dingyuan so much, why don't you find him as a host?"

The system spoke bluntly: "It's not that I didn't know him earlier..."

After being silent for a while, Han Min put away the scroll, sat down in front of the case, and lowered his head: "Okay, I understand."

The system hurriedly said: "It's not what you think. Compared with him, you still have advantages, you..."

"I?"

The system saw the manuscript he took out: "Your script is well written."

Han Min turned his head away.

"Good host, don't be angry, it's all my fault. Xie Dingyuan's handwriting is better, you are good in everything, you are the best in the world."

The system was muttering, Han Min supported his head, was very satisfied with what he heard, held back his laughter, and asked, "Really?"

"Really, if I put him in front of me now and let me choose, I will definitely choose you."

Han Min turned his head, took another look at Xie Dingyuan's handwriting, finally closed the scroll with satisfaction, and spread out the half-written manuscript.

For Xie Dingyuan, Dingyuan is not his name, Dingyuan means number one scholar.

When he was 16 years old, he won the first prize in the Song Dynasty in Jiangbei. Later, he was dissatisfied with the decline of the Song Dynasty court and resigned to live in seclusion.

The king of the state of song felt that it would hurt his face, so he expelled him from the territory of the state of song, and no one was allowed to mention his name.

As time passed, no one remembered this Xie Dingyuan's name anymore.

I don't know where he went.

Only the calligraphy and paintings occasionally circulated on the market revealed his location, and revealed a message——

He is very poor and needs to write for money.

The system has always regretted not having met Xie Dingyuan, nor being able to help him.

The Liu residence was divided into the inner house and the outer courtyard, and Han Min lived with Liu Ting in the outer courtyard, which had nothing to do with the inner house.So there is not much intersection with Mrs. Liu and Liu Yu.

And Mrs. Liu seemed to feel a little guilty towards him, and she was too embarrassed to apologize to him directly, so she had to send food to her son on weekdays, and always prepared an identical one for Han Min.

Even senior brother Jiang Huanjiang didn't get the treatment.

After a few days like this, Han Min stayed in his room writing his storybook in his spare time.

After finishing two stacks of papers, I finally finished half of the fifth volume, the first volume of "Two or Three Things About the Holy Majesty and Tanhua Lang".

After staying up all night, his eyes were a little blurred. At dawn, Han Min finished finishing his manuscript and climbed into bed to squint for a while.

Not long after he fell asleep, he vaguely heard someone calling him.

Chu Yu touched his forehead with the back of his hand: "You're not sick. Han Min?"

Han Min struggled to open his eyes, and said in a daze, "Ah? Why did you read from the script..."

How did you escape from the script?

Halfway through the sentence, Han Min came to his senses and changed his words: "What's wrong?"

"I want to ask you to go out for a walk. You stay in the room all day, you won't be bored?"

Han Min rubbed his eyes, and when he sat up, the quilt covering his body slid down, revealing the long sword he held in his arms.

Chu Yu stared: "You?"

Han Min suddenly woke up and pulled the quilt up: "It's nothing."

"Where is this sword..."

"No no."

Han Min hid the sword under the quilt, got out of bed by himself, and said while putting on his clothes, "Why don't you go and play with my senior brother?"

"Your senior brother has gone to the academy, and Mr. Jiang has gone to Prince Gong's mansion."

"Then go find Wen Bianzhang, his legs are inconvenient and he can't run."

Chu Yu was silent: "Does Mr. Wen know that you said that about him behind his back?"

Han Min thought of Wen Yan pushing the wheelchair and walking fast.

"Don't tell him."

"By the way, I have been working on the roster of officials for the past few days, and you will probably be able to take up the post next month."

"Okay, thank you."

Chu Yu stood up and hugged his shoulders with a smile: "Good colleague, please take care of me in the future."

Han Min patted him on the shoulder: "Please take care of Tanhua Lang as well."

Without further ado, Chu Yu dragged him away: "Then let's go for a walk? Please, I've been busy for a few days."

Han Min tried to speak: "I..."

"Let's go, I asked them to sort out my family's cruise ship and take you to the lake. Someone has already sent someone to pick up Mr. Wen. I asked someone to tell Mr. Wen that you will definitely go. If you don't, he will Annoyed, you have to coax him again."

Han Min shouted, "I didn't wash my face!"

"Oh." Chu Yu let go of his hand embarrassingly, "I see."

There is a mandarin duck lake outside Yong'an City. It is in spring, the water is green and the mountains are green, and there are picturesque boats on the lake.

It's just that because the first emperor passed away not long ago, he didn't hear any urgent commentary, and he didn't persuade him to drink or make fun of him, so it was much quieter than in previous years.

The Chu family used to be a security guard, and they were proficient in water and land transportation. Chu Yu's father especially supported his son's literati career. Ordinary literati went to the lake to write poems, so he directly bought a cruise ship for Chu Yu.

A two-story building with no walls on all sides.

In the past, Chu Yu worked as an undercover agent under Prince Gong, so he was too lazy to fall in love with Prince Gong's people.Only now did the boat come in handy.

Chu Yu took Wen Yan's wooden wheelchair from the people below and pushed him up.

Han Min was still sleepy, covered his sleeves, yawned, and followed behind.

The boat left the shore, and the three of them leaned against the stern to blow the wind.

Han Min said to Chu Yu, "Is this a painting boat that your father made for you? Is this a dragon boat?"

Looking from a distance, there is no more magnificent painting boat than the Chu family cruise ship.

Chu Yu said: "It's just a boat. Can you drink alcohol? Or..."

Before he finished speaking, another ornately decorated painting boat approached, and the servant stood at the bow, bowing and bowing.

"I don't know which son is swimming in the lake here? My son, please invite me to tell."

Chu Yu waved his hand: "Not today, I invited these two friends to come here, tell your master, let's go another day."

The boy's expression changed, and he went into the cabin without saluting again.

Han Min glanced at it, and saw a branch of red plum painted on the body of the boat. He guessed that the owner of the boat should be named Li.

Except for Wang Lishu with a different surname——the Wang Lishu with a different surname was Han Min’s acquaintance since he was a child.

Han Min knew that Li Shu didn't like these things, but he couldn't think of any other family named Li in Yong'an City that had such a boat.

He didn't return to Wing On for two years, thinking it was some upstart.

Han Min asked, "Whose boat is this?"

Chu Yu lowered his voice: "Believe in Wang Li Shu's family."

"Uncle's?"

Wen Yan also played with them when he was a child, so he naturally knew that Li Shu didn't like these things.

"It's not the one who believed in the prince, but the one who believed in the prince's nephew Ji Heng, so he should be on the boat."

Han Min had never heard of this name before, so he asked again: "Who is this?"

"Prince Xin's family died fighting for the country. Emperor Dezong took pity on him and lost his father when he was young, so he adopted him as a adopted son and named him a king with a different surname. He had a married sister at that time. His sister lost her husband a year ago. Bringing his son Ji Heng to join Lord Xin. Ji Heng is young and has the bad habits of a playboy. Lord Xin is not often in Yong'an, and he doesn't know that his nephew is using his name to do things wrong, anyway, just ignore him. "

Wen Yan looked away in disgust, Han Min saw his appearance, and thought that Wen Yan had conflicts with Ji Heng before, which made Wen Yan angry.

At this time, Ji Heng had already tapped on the folding fan and walked out of the cabin.

When he saw Wen Yan sitting in the wooden wheelchair, he opened the folding fan with a "swish" and waved it in front of him.

On the fan is a picture of red plums in snow and coir raincoats, but there are two or three spots of dark brown.

"I thought it was someone who was limping. It turned out to be Mr. Wen from Wenyuanhou's Mansion. Last summer, you and I robbed fans on Yutang Street. old man—”

Ji Heng flicked the fan with his hand: "It was a bit hard, but luckily it was a mistake, the icing on the cake."

The plum blossoms originally grew on the sickly crooked plum tree that grew beside Xie Yi, and even the paint was a slightly dark wood red, with two or three spots of dark brown, which made the old plum look weak.

Only then did Han Min and Chu Yu realize that the two or three dark brown spots were blood.

Ji Heng laughed "hehe" twice, saw Han Min again, turned his head and asked the boy, "Who is that?"

The servant answered in a low voice, then he turned around and looked at Han Min with a smile: "Jiu Yang."

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