After the fan who wrote the emperor was discovered

Thinking of the scene of rubbing clothes last night, Han Min couldn't help wrinkling his face.

Fu Xun asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Han Min shivered and shook his head: "No."

He suddenly remembered something: "By the way, Your Majesty, what did those assassins find out yesterday?"

Fu Xun thought for a while, then touched the edge of his sleeve unconsciously with his hand on his knee.

He just said simply: "It's the remnants of Prince Gong."

Han Min stroked his chin, thoughtfully: "So it was really him."

On second thought, maybe it could only be him.

Fu Quanji hated himself for not helping him, so he wanted his life all he wanted, but put Fu Xun behind.

Not wanting to say more about this matter, Fu Xun only said: "I will take care of it, you don't have to worry."

Han Min looked back: "I know."

"I'm sorry to teach you to be shocked yesterday."

"Where is it?" Han Min waved his hand, "If it weren't for His Majesty's heroism, I would have died on the boat."

As if taking these words seriously, Fu Xun said firmly, "I won't let you die."

After being silent for a while, Fu Xun glanced out of the window, it was spring and the sky was clear.

Fu Xun asked, "Go out for a walk?"

Han Min smiled and nodded: "Okay."

He got up and bowed, and then followed behind Fu Xun.

Fu Xun looked back at him: "It's fine as before, you come up."

"Yes."

Jiangnan Qi State is no more polite than Jiangbei. They behave freely, generously and freely, and they don't often talk about these empty etiquette.

Now that the Holy Majesty had spoken, Han Min didn't dare to disobey, so he took a step forward and walked side by side with him.

Fu Xun turned his head away to snigger, and ordered Wei Gui who was about to follow: "Just follow from a distance, it's okay."

Wei Gui accepted the order with his fists folded, and retreated with a few guards, hiding in an invisible place.

After exiting the Funing Palace, along the widest palace road, the Zichen Palace is ahead, and the Fengqian Palace is behind.

The Zichen Hall is the palace where the emperor faces the court, and the Fengqian Hall is the place where the emperor rests after his death.

The Funing Hall in the middle is the place where the Holy One rests and lives.

There is a palace road in the middle of the palace city, connecting the life of each emperor in series.

The Hall of Fengqian is not often opened, and it's a bit cold there, so Fu Xun naturally wouldn't bring Han Min there.

The two of them went to Zichen Hall side by side.

According to the practice in the court, the court meeting on the [-]th day of the lunar new year should not go to court today, only a few palace people are cleaning the palace.

A palace official bowed and saluted: "There is a lot of dust here, please go to another place for a while, Your Majesty and Your Excellency."

Fu Xun dragged Han Min to another place.

Just like there is a tall building next to Fengqian Hall, there is also a tall building here.

Usually the guards are patrolling above, standing here, you can also have a panoramic view of the whole palace city.

Facing the wind on the high platform, Fu Xun put his hands behind his back and cast his eyes on the green hills in the north.

Han Min stood quietly with him.

At this time, the system suddenly called him: "Han Min, control..."

Han Min was shocked by him: "I'm busy!"

"You didn't talk to Fu Xun, what's the point of standing around?"

"You don't understand, talk about it later."

After speaking, Han Min blocked the system.

Only he knew what Fu Xun was looking at. He was looking at Song State in Jiangbei.

After a long time, Fu asked: "Just now, I told Mr. Liu that if you went to pass the scientific examination last year, Chu Yu would not be Tanhualang. I see you bowed your head and didn't speak. Are you unhappy?"

Han Min denied, "No, I just feel sorry for Chu Zhuoshi."

"Do you still want to take the science test?"

He thought about it seriously for a while: "I don't know."

Fu Xun withdrew his gaze, turned around, and leaned against the wooden railing: "To be honest, were you not very happy when I told you to be the housekeeper?"

Han Min lowered his eyes, and finally told the truth: "It's a bit."

Fu Xun also looked down at him: "Why?"

He leaned on the railing, propped his head, looked down at the scenery downstairs, and thought: "The main reason is that they are all historians. My grandfather is a historian of the history museum. I am only a living man. It seems... more and more Worse."

Hearing what he said, Fu Xun didn't say anything, just waiting for him to continue talking.

"Thinking about it later, I don't seem to be so bad. Compared with many literati in ancient times, I can be a living man now, which is already very smooth."

"Born in a family of civil servants, able to read and write, and a bit talented, I was lucky enough to be taught by a teacher. I didn't wait until I was old to enter the court and become an official with fame."

"Daqi was founded for a hundred years. My grandfather always felt that the history of the country is the continuation of the country. What can be left to future generations is the history of the country. I also thought so at the beginning. I wrote it in the past few months..."

Han Min suddenly came to his senses and covered his mouth with his hand.

He almost told Fu Xun about his script writing.

Fu asked, "Why didn't you say anything?"

"I..." Han Min paused, and changed his words, "I wrote some articles in the past few months, and suddenly found that what my grandfather said was not all right. The country opened its borders with martial arts, but it survived with writing. The history of the country, They are all words; historians and poets are all literati, and there is no distinction between superior and inferior."

He looked at Fu Xun, and said firmly: "It's good to be a housekeeper. I often accompany Shengjia, write straight books, and future generations can also see my traces from the notes in my daily life."

There was a smile in Fu Xun's eyes: "Since it's good to be a housekeeper, why don't you take office tomorrow?"

"No."

Han Min resolutely refused, and I still have a little time to write the script.

Fu Xun laughed and pushed his head: "Go back, senior officer Liu is looking for you."

"Yes."

Han Min followed him away, and finally looked back at the green hills to the north.

He turned his gaze back again and walked to Fu Xun's side.

His eyes were bright, and he seemed to be in a good mood, but he was embarrassed to pester Fu Xun all the time, so he called the system in his heart.

"Tongzi, Fu Xun is really nice. He listens to me and doesn't laugh at me. Although I don't get along with him very much when it comes to trivial things like playing with hair, when it comes to big things, he..."

Han Min babbled for a while, and suddenly found that the system was silent.

Only then did he remember that he had blocked the system just now.

Before he had time to lift the restriction, Fu Xun asked him again: "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking..." Han Min paused, and the gaze in his star-like eyes finally fell on him, "You are so kind."

A rare compliment, Fu Xun, who always wanted to bully him, suddenly felt hit by something.

Don't dare to bully him anymore, Fu Xun thought hopelessly.

But Fu Xun hadn't spoken yet, and at the other end, Senior Senior Officer Liu came to meet him.

Senior Senior Officer Liu bowed to him: "Your Majesty."

Fu Xun straightened his face and asked calmly: "Did you find the book the old man was looking for?"

"The old minister is dull and has never found it."

He didn't have the book he was looking for originally, but he just found an excuse to let the two of them be alone, but he didn't expect that Fu Xun would abduct Han Min out just for a while.

Senior Senior Officer Liu continued: "I am a naughty student, and I have caused trouble for Your Majesty."

"will not."

Afterwards, senior officer Liu resigned, and Han Min bowed to the teacher, and finally helped the teacher to leave.

The carriage was stable, Senior Senior Officer Liu was sitting in the middle, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

Han Min sat on the side, and finally remembered to release the system.

The system hummed: "What did you and Fu Xun do that I wouldn't let me see?"

"No, it's just that he thought that I would be unhappy if he asked me to be the living man."

"That's it? You blocked me, I thought you were going to do something I couldn't watch, and you just talked about it?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

The system said: "Aren't you very unhappy when he asked you to be a housekeeper before? Now that you say you don't want to, has he changed it for you?"

Han Min looked up at the roof of the carriage: "No."

"Yeah, that's for nothing."

"I mean, I don't feel unwilling, I think it's good to be a living man now."

He really looked very happy, holding his hands and shaking his feet.

At this time, the carriage drove out of the palace gate and walked away. Senior Senior Officer Liu opened his eyes: "Brother Min, what are you laughing at?"

Han Min restrained his expression: "No."

Senior Senior Officer Liu shook his head: "You will forget what I told you in the morning."

Seeing that the teacher was serious, Han Min hurriedly put his arms around the teacher's arm: "I haven't forgotten, I haven't forgotten, 'Emperor's heart is changeable'."

"Just remember, don't be like your grandpa."

"I know that the entire Han family is behind me, so I won't mess around. Besides, I'm not a concubine for Fu Xun, so I don't have so many 'changing' things to worry about."

Senior Senior Officer Liu twisted his face, pretending to be angry and said: "Nonsense again."

Back at Liu Mansion, Han Min sent the teacher back to his room, and then turned back to his own room.

He closed the door, sat down before the case, and took out the half-written manuscript again.

He flipped through the previous content, then dipped his pen and ink, humming a song to write the script.

The system said: "You are in a good mood today."

"Yeah, I used to feel that writing scripts was out of necessity. Today I talked to Fu Xun and suddenly found out that I actually like writing scripts myself."

"Do you like writing story books, or do you like writing 'Holy One'?"

Han Min put down his pen, "You're also acting weird today."

The system played tricks and only said half a sentence: "The control center gave a reply in the morning."

"Oh." Han Min remembered, "You used my compensation to change the plot of 'Fu Xun's Wife'. What did you ask them this time?"

"Last time when I mentioned the 'male queen', on a whim, I went to ask whether Fu Xun's wife is a man or a woman."

Han Min lowered his head and flipped through the manuscript, as if he didn't care very much, and seemed to want to ask a little bit.

But finally asked.

"What is it?"

The system was triumphant: "You definitely can't guess."

Han Min guessed: "He doesn't have a wife, does he? This is too miserable."

"No, no." The system quickly said, "His queen—"

"Ok?"

"It's a man!"

Han Min exclaimed, "Wow!"

Then the two spoke at the same time.

Contemplative system: "I don't know if it's Wen Yan or Chu Yu."

Han Min made a victory gesture: "Yeah, so I still have a chance to sleep on the dragon bed."

Then fell into deathly silence.

The system that reacted first said angrily: "What messed things are you thinking about? You are promising!"

Han Min shivered as he hugged his manuscript, "Is it worthless to be a male queen?"

The system thought for a moment: "...It seems not." He quickly came back to his senses: "Anyway, you are the least likely."

Han Min was very dissatisfied: "Why can't I do it? I am obviously good looking. Look at this handsome face, and then look at these shoulders, these hands, this waist, and these legs."

"Did you forget? You fought with Fu Xun. It's not easy for you to be a monarch and minister with him, and to stay quietly for a while. You still want to stay with him every day. If you fight now, I'm afraid it's either you die or he lives."

Han Min was dissatisfied and said, "Can you have some confidence in me?"

The system disdains: "Things that have no shadow."

"What if I fight him and I win?"

"Don't be blindly confident all the time. Your chances of defeating him are even smaller than your chances of being a male queen."

Han Min turned him back: "Then you are saying that I still have a chance to be a queen."

The system choked, and then ignored him: "It's up to you."

Originally, the system wanted to gossip with him about who this person was, but when Han Min interrupted him, he forgot about it, and instead had a vague feeling that this person might really be Han Min.

But Han Min himself said that, and the matter of the male queen was just a joke.

He continued to write the script, and after a while, the system asked, "Who do you think that person is?"

Han Min wrote seriously, then casually replied, "Whatever."

"You don't care at all?"

Han Min hummed slightly: "If it wasn't for me, then there's no need to care."

"Be serious."

"Good good."

He put down his pen, sat upright, and pressed his hands on his lap.

The system asked: "Who do you think it is? Wen Yan or Chu Yu?"

"I think..." Han Min thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "None of them are good. Gentle and straightforward, and Chu Yu's flair is not good."

"Then who else? The two brothers of the Wei family?"

Thinking of Wei Gui and Wei Huan, Han Min immediately became amused: "You are forcing them to go to the Weishui River and start a war with the State of Song."

"Your brother?"

"How dare you hit my senior brother's idea! No, my senior brother absolutely can't!"

"Okay, then you say."

Han Min dipped his pen and ink: "I won't talk, it's boring."

The system said: "You really don't want to know who it is?"

"Do not want to."

"Really don't want to? Don't want to match up?"

"I don't want to." Han Min propped his head, curled his lips, not very happy, and scribbled the wrong words on the paper into ink blots, "Who does Fu Xun like, just go after it yourself, why should you?" I match?"

The system was puzzled: "I think you're a little weird today."

Han Min "uttered wild words": "If he can't even catch up with his wife, then it's better not to find a wife."

"You're angry?"

"I do not have."

The system was surprised: "Are you really angry? What's so angry about it?"

Han Min blocked him with a backhand, lying down on the desk to write a script.

In this way, more than ten days passed, until the end of March.

Han Min nestled in the room for a few days, finishing the first volume of "Two or Three Stories Between the Holy Majesty and Tan Hualang" ahead of time.

This morning, Xiao Zizi came in with a hot water towel.

"Sir, it's time to get up."

Han Min struggled twice, got up from the couch, and scratched his head in a daze.

He worked hard at writing the storybook last night, and finished it in a hurry, but he was still urged to sleep by the little medicine.

Xiao Zizi wrung out the towel and handed it to him: "Young Master Liu asked, today I will accompany the female family members to offer incense at Jianguo Temple, do you want to go with me?"

Han Min yawned: "No, I have something to do today, so I need to go out."

"Then I'll go back and prepare..."

"No, I should be back soon, you stay to practice calligraphy, I'll come back and check."

"Yes."

After Han Min washed up, he practiced a set of Tai Chi in the yard, and then went out with the manuscript in his arms.

It happened that the female members of the Liu family were about to go out, and there were several carriages parked in front of the door.

Liu Ting helped Mrs. Liu into the carriage, and then helped Mrs. Liu up, turned around and saw Han Min coming, and asked, "Aren't you going?"

Han Min nodded: "There is something."

Liu Ting said casually, "The vegetarian restaurant in Jianguo Temple is good, if you can make it there, please report my name."

"it is good."

Liu Ting waved to Liu Yu who was chatting and laughing with two or three little maids: "Second sister, get in the car."

Liu Yu turned her head, only then saw Han Min, said softly "Yeah", hurriedly helped the golden hairpin on her temples, and wished him a thousand blessings.The little maids followed behind her and also saluted.

Han Min cupped his fists at her, "Second Sister."

Liu Yu lowered her head and answered, so low that Han Min didn't hear it, and walked away.

The Liu family had two carriages, and Liu Ting was riding beside them.

Liu Yu supported her forehead, leaning against the window, lost in thought.The little maids made fun of her, but she ignored them.

After leaving the long street where the Liu Mansion is located, Han Min turned the corner, put on a bamboo hat with a big eaves, and headed for Baishi Bookstore.

The system complained to him: "You are too good at watching scenes."

"what happened?"

"Liu Ting calls 'Second Sister', which is from "Dream of Red Mansions"; you call 'Second Sister', as in "Water Margin"."

"That's Brother Liu's younger sister. If I... that would be too dishonest, it's better to be like this."

The system suddenly realized: "So you know everything."

Han Min repeatedly denied it: "I don't understand, I don't understand anything. The teacher may have this idea, but the teacher will never interfere. Mrs. Liu will not agree, and Liu Yu will not."

"Why wouldn't she?"

"When I saw her when I was a child, I knew she was a girl with ideas."

"Perhaps she will be fascinated by your skin? Although you are a little more blindly confident, you can trust your face a little more."

Han Min squeezed his face: "This..." He realized, "You just praised me for being good-looking, right?"

The system is disgusted: "Go away, go away, I don't have one."

In Baishi Bookstore, it was still the old boy who moved under Han Min's bamboo hat, saw the person coming, and led him to the backyard.

This is the third time I have met with him, and the little guy said familiarly: "Sir, you are here. Mr. Ge told us that when the end of the month is approaching, we must pay attention to see if Songyan Scholar is here. At the printing shop, paper The movable type is all ready, just waiting for your manuscript."

Han Min smiled and said, "I kept you waiting for a long time."

"Where is it? It's just that those of us who read books are waiting impatiently."

Walking through the porch, the boy turned back and said, "I've been reading my master's script. The story of "The Holy Master and the Yushi" is finished after writing four volumes? Who is it writing this time? Will you write "The Yushi" in the future?" ? I still like Lord Yushi."

"This time I am writing "Tan Hua Lang"."

Han Min's eyes drifted away, he thought about Wen Yan's appearance.

Soft-spoken and sensitive.

So Han Min said, "I won't write "The Imperial History" from now on."

"It's a pity, many people like Lord Yushi. I don't know how Tanhualang is, can he compare?"

Han Min thought, "Everyone has its own merits."

"Each has its own merits?"

He thought about it again, Wen Yan was born in the Wangluohou Mansion and was trapped in a back alley, so his face was cold and straightforward, and it seemed that he was not easy to approach.

Chu Yu was born in a wealthy businessman, he has a soft temper, he doesn't have too much style, and he likes to joke, he is the best young master in the world.

Finally came to the conclusion -

"But they all look good."

The little guy suddenly realized: "It turns out that Mister likes to be handsome."

He paused, then smiled naively: "To be honest, I like it too."

At this time, when we came to a room in the back yard, the young man knocked on the door: "Mr. Ge, the Songyan Scholar you have been thinking about has arrived."

After a while, Mr. Ge opened the door and came out. When he saw Han Min, he smiled even his eyes, and put his hands on his shoulders.

"coming?"

"Ah."

He sent the boy away and dragged Han Min into the house.

Han Min took out the blue cloth bag from his sleeve: "This month's manuscript."

Mr. Ge took the manuscript and didn't read it. He just put it on the case and said, "When you came last month, you didn't ask me..."

He suddenly realized that Han Min wasn't listening to him, he was looking at another person in the room.

Han Min blinked his eyes. The person he was looking at was a man with the appearance of a scholar. He was covered with a white cloth robe with patches on his elbows and knees, but his expression was calm and self-satisfied.

Although he was tall and tall, he was very thin, his belt buttonholes were not fastened and hung down long, and there were a few white hairs scattered around his temples.

With a heavy waist and pan temples, his complexion is slightly pale, and even his lips are extremely pale.

And the scholar saw that Han Min was tall and tall, with a pair of bright almond eyes, black and white, and a smile in his eyes.

I thought Songyan Scholar should be feminine and affectionate.When weaving up the emperor's story, you should always be a little cringe, but you don't want him to look open and frank, just looking at him and laughing.

Han Min still remembered him.

He came to see Mr. Ge last month, and this scholar was there.

Mr. Ge smiled, and said to Han Min: "His surname is Xie, Xie Yan. The street painter next door can write well."

He looked at Xie Yan again, and introduced him: "Songyan Scholar, Han Min. You have always felt that he earns a lot of money, and you want to learn from him."

Han Min cupped his hands towards him and said with a smile, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Xie Yan looked at Han Min again, and returned his salute.

Mr. Ge greeted them: "Sit down."

The three sat on three sides respectively.

Han Min asked: "Then Mr. Ge, is it settled to work for Baishi Bookstore now?"

"Yeah, when I was in Tongzhou, didn't I negotiate the contract for you? Baishi Bookstore was afraid that I would leave and you would leave too, so they insisted on letting me stay. By the way—" He dug out a book from the case Booklet, "This is the money you earned from these few volumes, and I have recorded it for you."

Han Min took the booklet and flipped through it.

Mr. Ge continued: "They also want me to see if they can find another pine smoke scholar. How can there be so many pine smoke scholars in the world? But it happens that Xie Yan wants to find something to do, so I let him Try to write two books to see."

"I see."

Mr. Ge poured him tea: "When you came last month, didn't you ask me to show you the house on Gouchen Street?"

"Yes, I don't know?"

"The people watching the house said that his master has been away for the past few days and is not in Yong'an at the moment. When his master returns, he should invite you to meet."

"Okay, please trouble Mr. Ge."

"At that time, I will go with you and see if I can help you lower the price."

Han Min picked up the tea bowl and took a sip: "Okay."

Mr. Ge straightened up and refilled his tea: "I also have one thing to ask you."

Seeing that he looked serious, Han Min also put down his tea bowl: "Sir, please tell me."

Mr. Ge supported Xie Yan's back and pushed him forward: "Can I entrust him to you?"

"what?"

"Don't worry about anything else, just teach him how to write scripts."

"This……"

"It's okay, just teach him and pay you according to the hour. I really can't teach him."

Xie Yan was also a little uncomfortable, he looked away and coughed.

Mr. Ge patted him on the back, and said to Han Min: "Look, they are all in such a state of desperation that they have no money to buy medicine. The literati in the world are one family, Han Min, save him."

Han Min met Mr. Ge's earnest gaze, gritted his teeth, and nodded: "Okay, but if you can teach it well, I..."

"It's okay, it's okay, you teach first, and I'll let them get something to eat."

Mr. Ge stood up, patted Han Min's head with a smile, and then pushed Xie Yan towards him: "Study hard."

After he left, the two people in the room looked at each other, and then looked away quickly.

A little embarrassing.

Xie Yan said: "He has this character. He calls himself Bole, and likes to pick up some down-and-out literati."

He was talking about Mr. Ge.

Han Min said: "I can see it, just...can I read what you wrote first?"

Xie Yan took out a manuscript from his sleeve and placed it in front of him.

Han Min took a closer look at his handwriting: "This..."

"what happened?"

"Your words..."

Xie Yan's face darkened, and he reached out to take the manuscript back.

Han Min raised his head, saw his expression, immediately changed his words, and gave a thumbs up: "You imitate Xie Dingyuan's characters, it looks like it."

Xie Yan twitched the corner of his mouth, and silently withdrew his hand.He said softly: "I...make some money by imitating his writing."

"I see, let me read what you wrote first."

Han Min set up the manuscript, hid behind to read, and secretly called the system: "Tongzi, come out and have a look, is this Xie Dingyuan?"

The author has something to say: Minmin: Tongzi!Come out to chase stars!

The seven sons of Dingyuan are all together, there is a formula when writing: Jiang Yingliu, Wen Duihan (Han), Chu Tanhua, Xie Dingyuan

It seems that there is still one short, but it is already there, and he has been dangling in front of the cuties