After the fan who wrote the emperor was discovered

The first prince Fu Lin was never a prince when he was alive, and the title of Prince Yongle was conferred by the late emperor after his death.

That night, before going to Prince Gong's Mansion, Fu Xun took Han Min to the Mingtang Hall.

The main hall of the Mingtang Hall enshrines the portraits and tablets of the emperors of the past dynasties, while the side halls are the spiritual tablets of concubines, heroes or princes who died young.

The former emperor loved Fu Lin very much during his lifetime, and even opened up a special place to place his spiritual seat, where the lamps and candles are always alive every day, and Yueyue monks and Taoists chant scriptures.

Fu Xun pushed open the door of the side hall, but Han Min took half a step back.

"Your Majesty, I'm still waiting outside..."

Fu Xun held his hand: "Don't be afraid, the late emperor has passed away, he won't blame the Han family anymore. Elder brother never intended to punish the Han family, and neither did I."

Han Min settled down and nodded gently: "I know."

Fu Xun touched his temples and tried to pull him into the hall.

The side hall is huge, and in the middle is a large confession case, in which are placed the spirit tablet of the former prince, and fresh melons and fruits as tributes.

Lingfan silk hanging down all around, but motionless.

It was dusk at this time, when the door opened, the diffused sunset light was reflected inside the door, and the white cloth was dyed a faint yellow color.

The evening wind blows in, slowly moving the spirit banner.

It was only then that Han Min saw that the left side of the side hall was scorched and desolate.

Fu asked, "Did your brother tell you?"

Han Min thought for a while, and finally shook his head.

"When the Han family ransacked the house, you were in prison. According to Fu Quan's wishes, the late emperor summoned your elder brother into the palace to pray for my elder brother."

"There was water in the palace in the middle of the night, and the palace people didn't notice it. Later, Fu Quan stopped him from putting out the fire, so your brother took my brother's spirit card and hid under the confession case."

"Finally, the east wind disperses the rain, and the flames recede."

It was this thing.

Han Min said, "Elder brother never mentioned it to me, but Eunuch Yang did."

It turned out to be here.

Fu Xun said again: "The palace on the left side was burnt down. The first emperor only asked them to build up the outer wall, saying that the inside was the trace of my elder brother's manifestation, so he didn't let them move."

The first emperor seemed to be a very complicated person.

Yu Fulin, he is a good father.Although he has a high position and authority, the eldest son of Yu Di has never had the suspicion and suspicion that the emperor's family usually has.

For the other sons, they are not raised by the princes, but only educated by the concubines of the palaces, and occasionally they are generous and loving.When Han Min was young, he played with Fu Rang, the fifth prince, and met him twice, but he was just an ordinary strict father.

Perhaps because he gradually became bored in the long life in the court, he placed most of his energy on his eldest son.

Leaving Da Qi a qualified ruler, he spent most of his life.

But when Fu Lin passed away, it collapsed like a tower of building blocks that a child had spent an afternoon building.

The first emperor didn't know what was left of him.

So he resents everything related to people and things.

If it were not for Prince Gong's instigation, the Han family would still suffer from this catastrophe, and the root cause was the former emperor.

Han Min always hated him too.

He tried to cultivate a qualified prince, but forgot to turn himself into a qualified king.

But even if Han Min hated him, he rarely showed it in front of Fu Xun.

After all, he was Fu Xun's biological father.

But today, Han Min pursed the corners of his lips, and boldly said: "But the first prince did not appear because of the first emperor, but because of my elder brother."

"Yes."

Fu Xun picked up the joss sticks from the desk, lit them, and distributed three to him.

"He wants your brother to be safe and happy, and to live a long life."

The white smoke was faint, Han Min took the three incense candles, followed Fu Xun and bowed three times in front of the former prince's tablet.

When he came out of the Ming Hall, the sky was already dark, Han Min thought for a while, and finally asked: "Next time my brother comes back, can he come to worship too?"

Fu Xun nodded: "Naturally."

As dusk fell, the carriage slowly drove out of the palace gate, and the wooden wheels rolled over the stone slabs.

Han Min folded his sleeves and sat in the carriage, his face was gloomy, his eyes were downcast, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Fu Xun glanced at him and asked, "Send someone to the Liu Manor to find Xiao Zizi and bring that long sword here?"

Han Min raised his eyes: "No need. Your Majesty is right here. Where do I need a long sword?"

Fu Xun hooked the corners of his lips and took his hand.

At the end of February, King Gong subdued the law, and Jiang Huan tried him.

Xu Shi has done too many things, and it has been almost a month and a half since the trial, and today is the time to sort out the files.

Wei Gui was standing in front of Prince Gong's mansion with his saber in his arms, not long after, he saw a carriage approaching slowly in the distance.

He straightened his narrow sleeves, cleared his throat, and walked down the stone steps in front of the mansion.

When the carriage stopped and the people inside opened the curtain and got out, they clasped their fists and saluted.

"Chen Wei returns to see His Majesty."

Fu Xun responded, turned around, and helped Han Min.

Wei Gui shouted again with a smile: "Lord Han."

Han Min returned the salute: "General Wei."

Wei Gui turned his body sideways, let them go first, and said, "Master Jiang is ready."

Knowing that Han Min was afraid of the dark room, Fu Xun specially ordered Fu Quan to be brought for interrogation in a hall of Prince Gong's mansion.

Fu Quan, who had been in the dark room for nearly a month and a half, was pressed and washed his face to make it clean.

He was in shackles on his hands and feet and knelt on the ground.He looked much thinner, and the new plain white prison uniform was empty, and his eyes were sunken and lifeless.

There are armchairs in the center and on both sides of the hall, which were temporarily placed after Prince Gong's mansion was raided.

A few soldiers stood guard outside, Jiang Huan sat on the chair on the left, holding bowls and chopsticks in his hands, and a few light dishes were placed on the table beside him——

He is having dinner.

Then seeing Fu Xun arrived, Jiang Huan put down the bowl and chopsticks and asked someone to bring the food down.

Fu Xun waved his hand: "You can eat it, and we will try again after eating."

He sat down on the seat in front of the hall, let Han Min sit next to him, flipped through the files on the desk, and finally handed Han Min a piece of snack.

Wei Gui supported his saber and stood behind them.

Jiang Huan continued to eat his dinner.

The prime minister is busy with his affairs and often has no time to eat, so he can only sneak in to eat something.

But he had a straight back, well-behaved movements, delicious food, and occasionally raised his eyes to look at Fu Quan.

It doesn't look like they are eating, but it looks like they are still interrogating.

He quickly settled the dinner and asked people to pack up the things.

Jiang Huan picked up the file in hand and flipped through two pages.

If there is nothing wrong, tonight's interrogation should be the last interrogation. After Fu Quanhua pleads guilty, it can be announced to all subjects in the world.

There are too many crimes, and I can't finish it all at once, so I only pick the key points.

Unfaithful to the country, killing his father and king, intending to rebel, and——

Harm siblings.

Asked about the previous charges.In the past one and a half months, Fu Quan couldn't bear it anymore, and Jiang Huan answered everything he asked.

After a long while, Jiang Huan's eyes moved from the dossier to Fu Quan: "Three years ago, the prince died hunting and died. What did you do?"

Fu Quan opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.

In fact, these words have been asked several times before he said them at this time. This is the last interrogation to convict him.

Fu Quan raised his head, and he didn't know who to look at with his empty eyes.

He said in a hoarse voice: "There are three arrows in the prince's quiver, which were exchanged beforehand. The wax arrows were mixed with other arrows."

"Is the white tiger domesticated by you?"

"Bought from a northern merchant."

Han Min sat in his seat and unconsciously squeezed the armrest of the armchair.Fu Xun looked at him, and raised his hand to cover his.

Jiang Huan glanced back, Fu Xun said: "It's okay, you continue to ask." "Why did the former prince insist on chasing him?"

Fu Quan's voice was dry, and his voice became deeper and deeper: "The white tiger is blood-stained. Someone in the distance shouted 'help', and the former prince will naturally chase it."

Only then did they understand why the former prince insisted on chasing him.

Not because of a momentary impulse and recklessness, but because of a desire to save people.

When he heard the call for help, Fu Linlai didn't have time to tell the two people around him, maybe he thought they heard it too, so he rode straight after him.

The sharp arrows in the quiver were replaced with wax ones, which could only irritate the white tiger, but had no other effect.

Afterwards, Fu Lin was seriously injured, and it was difficult to speak. The only thing he said was to ask the late emperor to let the Han family go.

Han Min's uncle, Han Zhongqi, had already died, and Han Min's elder brother, Han Shi, probably didn't notice the faint cry for help in the distance at that time, but just followed the former prince there.

It is so, it is so.

Han Min's eyes were slightly red, and Fu Xun held one hand tightly before he calmed down a little.

On the other side, Jiang Huan asked again: "At that time, Emperor Dezong and the first emperor entrusted you to investigate this matter. Did you tamper with it?"

Fu Quan said: "Of course the evidence is destroyed."

And then blame everything on the dead.

Or say that the first prince was competitive, or that Han Zhongqi pushed him, after all, they are already dead.

The young man with bow and arrow in the hunting ground of the palace was dragged to death by his own kindness, and how many doubts and speculations he had to bear after death.

After asking about the crime of fratricide, Jiang Huan asked Fu Quan about killing his father and king.

This matter was discovered on the day Fu Quan forced the palace, he clamored to see the imperial edict, and finally took out a black bone from the former emperor's coffin with his own hands.

Jiang Huan said: "It is recorded in the imperial physician's pulse case that the late emperor began to suffer from shortness of breath two years ago. Did you start poisoning two years ago?"

Fu Quan said, "Yes."

"What kind of poison?"

"Hidden needle."

Han Min didn't want to listen any more, he breathed a long sigh of relief, resisted the urge to throw the candlestick on the table at Fu Quan, pushed Fu Xun's hand away, stood up, and bowed to him: "Your Majesty, I'm not in good spirits, and I want to go to work first." Please leave."

With a calm tone, he saluted Wei Gui and Jiang Huan, then shuffled away, rubbing his eyes when he turned around.

Fu Xun saw that he was wrong and got up to follow.

At this time, Fu Quan screamed behind him: "Han Min, do you think Fu Xun is a very good person?"

Han Min kept stopping, clasped his hands together, and just wanted to leave quickly.

Fu Quan continued to shout: "On the night that the first emperor died, let him speak. He must kill the Han family before he would pass on the throne to him. Do you think he agreed? The decoction containing needle poison was given to the first emperor, he knew everything, and he is not a good person!"

Before he finished speaking, Fu Quan was pushed to the ground by Wei Gui.

Wei Gui directly removed his chin, making him speechless.

And Fu Xun didn't even look at him, he just told Jiang Huan to continue the interrogation, and followed Han Min out.

Han Min rolled up his sleeves, bowed his head, and didn't know which way to go.

Not knowing if he heard Fu Quan's last words, Fu Xun walked up to him.

"Han Min?"

Han Min turned his head, only to realize that Fu Xun had also followed.

He smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled, and asked, "Why did His Majesty come out? Isn't the trial finished yet?"

"Jiang Huan is on trial, where are you going?"

"It's just that I'm afraid that the imperial court will be disrespectful. It's no big deal to come out and walk around."

Han Min pointed to the railing in front of the corridor: "There's no one there, go and sit down."

The two of them sat side by side on the railing, with their backs facing the courtyard, and the moonlight cast behind them, casting vague shadows on the wall.

After sitting silently for a while, Han Min said, "I asked Fu Quan about this before, but it wasn't as detailed. He said, 'It's just because your brother is by chance.'"

He wiped his face, pretending to be relaxed and said: "It's strange, everyone has only one life, how can he belittle others so much?"

Fu Xun didn't speak, but put his arms around his shoulders and rubbed his arms.

Inadvertently, seeing Han Min's wet face, he realized that he was crying.

He cried silently, Fu Xun wiped away his tears with his thumb, turned around again, and took him into his arms with both arms.

When the first prince passed away, Fu Xun was still leading troops in the northwest, and when he received the news, he hurried back to attend the funeral.

At that time, the Han family was also having a funeral. Once two people met on the palace road, and there were all kinds of things in the world. The two of them just raised their hands and hugged in a strange way.

It seems that all foreign affairs have disappeared.

Just like tonight.

Han Min was crying in his arms, still not making a sound, but his back trembled slightly. Fu Xun looked down at the top of his hair, and patted his back repeatedly.

After a long time, Han Min came back to his senses and found himself nestled in Fu Xun's arms. He suddenly felt that this was not right. He wanted to get up, but was held down by Fu Xun again.

Han Min struggled and pushed him twice, and the two separated.

He cried a little harder, but his eyes were still red.

Fu Xun asked him to close his eyes and rubbed them with his thumbs.

When Han Min relaxed, he tentatively asked, "How much did you listen to what Fu Quan said just now?"

Han Min closed his eyes and sniffed: "I heard everything." After rubbing his eyes for a while, he asked again: "Before the late emperor passed away, did you really ask you to execute the Han family?"

Fu Xun responded with difficulty: "En."

He recalled the situation at that time——

The first emperor was seriously ill, so Fu Xun hurried back to Beijing.That night, the first emperor left him to talk.

The emperor lay on his side on the dragon bed, held his hand in a vague manner, and spoke intermittently: "Don't worry, Fu Quan is vicious and not from the main palace, the throne will definitely be passed on to you."

Fu Xun didn't speak.

The emperor continued: "I only have one request. If you want the throne, you must first eliminate the Han family in Tongzhou."

Fu Xun withdrew his hand and put his hand on the bed: "Don't worry about it, father."

After saying this, he got up to leave, but the emperor reached out to stop him, but almost fell off the bed.

He took a few breaths, couldn't hold his breath a few times, and said sharply: "I knew you were fooled by the Han family and disobeyed me time and time again. If you had given up on him earlier, I would have given up on him earlier." I have established you as the prince in a few years, and there is no need to help Fu Quan up to fight against you."

He raised his feet to leave, but the emperor called his name hysterically again: "Fu Xun! Don't be ignorant of good and evil. If you don't kill him, I will naturally have a way to deal with the Han family. Within three days, I will deal with the Han family. Give you the imperial edict."

Fu Xun stopped in his tracks, turned his head and looked sideways: "No need."

When the door of the palace was pushed open, Fu Quan was standing outside the door with the soup in his hand, showing him a strange smile.

Fu Xun glanced at him coldly and let him in.

Just now when he saw the old emperor's eyes were bruised, Fu Xun guessed that he might have been poisoned by chronic poison, but now that he saw the decoction in Fu Quan's hand, he knew it all.

He didn't stop Fu Quan, and closed the palace door behind his back, pretending not to know, but went out of the palace to order soldiers.

Chaotang battlefield has been ups and downs for many years, Fu Xun's mind and hands are not very clean.

It's just that he never revealed half of it in front of Han Min.

At this time, in the corridor of Prince Gong's mansion, Fu Quan, who was standing outside the door at that time, shook out what he had heard at that time, and Han Min asked Fu about it.

Han Min thought for a while, "Then...the assassin I met at Yuanyang Lake last time was actually after me. That's not the remnant party of King Gong, it's someone left behind by the late emperor."

Fu Xun nodded: "Yes."

Han Min pushed his hand away and opened his eyes, a little incredulous: "Is the former emperor so intolerable to the Han family? Because of the former prince?"

Without changing his face, Fu Xun helped him rub the acupuncture points on the side of his eyes: "It's not just because of this."

"What else?"

Fu Xun thought for a while: "For you, I always fight against the first emperor. My elder brother was brought out by him, and he listened to him very much. If I didn't listen, he thought I was disobedient and blamed you for wanting to use the throne. Let me bow my head once."

Han Min laughed all of a sudden: "It seems like I'm bewitching you."

Fu Xun said seriously: "Perhaps that's what he thinks."

"what about now?"

"The gang of assassins left some clues last time, and they have already sent people to deal with them. There will be no more problems. At the beginning, you were kept in the palace, and Wei Huan was allowed to follow you. This is also the reason. There are also some people who are protecting you, and you don't realize it."

Han Min was embarrassed, and whispered, "Thank you."

After rubbing his head for a while, Fu Xun said, "Are you all right now?"

Han Min patted his hand and stood up: "It's okay, let's go back."

"it is good."

But he wanted to go out, Han Min reminded him: "Wrong way, over there."

Fu Xun pulled him over: "Let Jiang Huan and Wei Gui go for interrogation, and I'll take you back to eat."

Back at Funing Palace, the two of them sat cross-legged on the couch and ate snacks.

Fu Xun ordered a few dishes, asked the small kitchen to make another one, and sent it to Prince Gong's Mansion for Jiang Huan and Wei Gui.

Holding the bowl, Han Min drank a big mouthful of hot milk tea.

Others felt that the milk in it was fishy, ​​but he liked it quite a bit.

After eating half full, Han Min felt a little better.

Fu asked him: "Can I sleep at night? Do you want to stay in the main hall to sleep?"

Staying in the main hall is naturally sleeping with him.

Not without it.

"If His Majesty agrees."

Han Min snickered, like a kitten who just stole milk.

A faint ambergris lingers in the tent, and the dragon bed is as soft as ever.

After blowing out the candles, Han Min lay flat on the bed, pulled the quilt, and surrounded himself tightly, making sure that the quilt covered him without any gaps.

He kicked his legs slightly and fell asleep.

Even he himself didn't realize that he didn't let the system refer to "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" this time, nor did he applaud Fu Xun's deep love for his monarch and ministers in his heart.

Before he knew it, he got used to it.

The last thought before falling asleep was not to do my best, but——

Fu Xun is so kind.

Originally, he went to bed late that night, and in the middle of the night, Han Min woke up in a daze.

Subconsciously touched the side, it was empty.

He opened his eyes and looked at the pillow.

Fu Xun was gone.

No wonder he woke up.Fu Xun was not there, and his dream was not very steadfast.

At this time, there were no lights in the hall, and the moon was overcast and dark outside the window.

Han Min grabbed the quilt tightly and called out tentatively, "Fu Xun?"

Thinking that he might have gone out for a drink of tea, Han Min waited a while longer.

Unconsciously, he remembered the situation in the dark room before.

The gloomy curtains pressed towards him, Han Min sat up suddenly from the bed, called out the system, hugged the quilt again, and jumped out of bed to find Fu Xun.

The palace is too big, and there are not too many servants.

The system said angrily: "You called me up, and then went to find another man? Isn't that a bit too much?"

"Just stay with me, please, Tongzi."

The system snorted: "Didn't I tell you not to be alone with Fu Xun? Why didn't you listen? Now he left you and ran away?"

Han Min was so angry that he blocked him, pushed open the door of the inner room, and called softly, "Fu Xun? Fu Xun?"

Holding the quilt in his arms, he called Fu Xun while walking outside and pushing open the door of the main hall.

In the second half of the night, it rained lightly, with some humidity and chill.

Two people stood in the corridor, Fu Xun and Wei Gui.

Fu Xun turned his back to him, and said in a cold tone, "Since he begged to die, he should be sent to be tortured. He would be hanged with soup and medicine, and let him stay until the time of execution."

Wei Gui replied "Yes", and then saw Han Min.

Han Min stood where he was, his bare feet stepped back, and his toes curled up.

"excuse me?"

Fu Xun turned around: "Go back to sleep first, I'll be back soon."

"Ah...Okay." Han Min thought for a while before asking, "Did Fu Quan die?"

Wei Gui acted according to His Majesty's expression, and seeing that his expression was normal, he answered Han Min's question: "Yes, when the interrogation was in the middle of the night, when he was about to be put under arrest, he hit the wall like crazy, and a big blood hole was broken on his head. .But he has been rescued, so how can he be so easily taken advantage of?"

Han Min nodded.

Wei Gui continued: "The matter is of great importance, so I will go into the palace to report back, disturbing His Majesty's dream." He glanced at the two of them again: "I'm going back first."

He leaned over and saluted: "The minister will leave."

Fu Xun waved his hand to let him go down, and then pulled Han Min back to the hall.

The hall door was closed, Wei Gui turned his head before leaving, and took a look.

He walked down the steps in front of the palace, only to realize——

Why do these two people sleep in the same room?

Wei Gui lost his mind, his steps became chaotic, and he almost fell down the stairs.

He remembered one more thing, he said this sentence before——

"Isn't that right? Didn't they fight fiercely in the past? If they can reconcile, I'll eat noodles and soup on my head."

Wei Gui scolded, thinking that when he said this, there seemed to be no one around him.

He cleared his throat and walked down the steps with dignity.

Pretend I never said that.

Back in the inner room, Fu Xun lit the candles and called someone to ask for a bowl of hot milk tea.

The lights were dim, and Han Min was wrapped in a quilt and sitting by the bed.

Not long after, the palace people brought the milk tea.

Fu Xun tested the temperature and handed him the bowl: "It's my fault, I left you here alone."

Han Min tried to regain a little bit of dignity: "I'm not particularly afraid of the dark, it's just that I can't fall asleep once you leave."

He drank happily, and when he was kicking his feet, Fu Xun asked him carefully: "Did you hear me just now?"

What he said just now was not very good. It is quite inhumane to send people to be tortured and hang them with soup.

He had never mentioned this in front of Han Min. He was afraid of scaring him, so he wanted to ask one more question.

It turned out that he had heard it all.

I don't know what he will think.

Han Min replied, "Yes."

Fu Xun sat beside him, as if explaining to him: "When fighting in the palace, no one's hands are very clean."

"I know." Han Min thought for a while, put down the bowl, and held his hand that he said was "not very clean", "It doesn't matter, as long as the heart is clean."

After drinking half a bowl of milk tea, it was still early, and Han Min wanted to sleep for a while.

Lying on the bed, he blinked and slapped Fu Xun's hand away: "Press my hair..."

He reacted.

It's not that it's pressed, it's that Fu Xun wants to play with his hair.

Han Min protected his hair, feeling strange again: "Why don't you behave like this in front of others?"

That is of course--

He suddenly realized: "Because you see me as a bully."

Fu Xun leaned against his pillow: "No."

Han Min rubbed his belly: "Why?"

Fu Xun saw that he was rubbing for fun, so he stretched out his hand to rub it twice, and said softly, "You are more fun."

Before he could refute, Fu Xun said, "Go to bed quickly."

As he kneaded, Han Min let out a short belch, which smelled like milk.

It was entangled with the ambergris in the tent, and they were inseparable.

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