After the fan who wrote the emperor was discovered

There was no sun in the dungeon, and when Fu Xun went out, he felt the sunlight was a bit dazzling.

Han Min was standing not far away, talking to Wei Huan, with a smile on his face and a little dazzling.

After Wei Huan reminded him, Han Min turned his head to look and walked towards Fu Xun.

Not quite used to the sunlight outside, Fu Xun squinted his eyes: "Why are you here?"

Han Min handed him two thick stacks of hand-sewn booklets: "I wrote the literature review and countermeasures that I talked about last night and sent them to the prince."

Fu Xun took the booklet and flipped through it casually: "Thank you, thank you for your hard work."

Han Min still held another stack of papers in his hand: "There is one more thing."

"You said."

"I want to borrow Mr. Wen Yan's words."

Originally, Wen Yan was standing behind Fu Xun, when he suddenly heard his name, he turned to look at Han Min.

Han Min said: "The scriptures have been drafted, and we need to discuss them with Mr. Wen."

Fu Xun looked at Wen Yan: "You let him go."

Wen Yan replied: "Yes."

He bid farewell to Fu Xun, and then left with Han Min.

Fu Xun watched the two of them leave, and the guard at his side presented a bamboo tube: "My lord, the person sent to Tongzhou sent it back."

Fu Xun opened the bamboo tube, and inside was a piece of paper——

The title deed of the Han family's ancestral home.

Han Min used this mortgage to exchange those food and medicinal materials.

Fu Xun thought about it, and put away the title deed first.

Back at the post house, Wen Yan pushed open the door.

He turned sideways: "Mr. Han, come in."

As Wei Huan said, he really has a bad face all day long.

There was an open scroll on the desk, and Han Min sat down in front of the desk.

Wen Yan closed the door and sat down in front of him.

Han Min handed him the paper: "Last night, the matter of setting fire to the granary and filling the grain with sand can be referred to as King Gong's book. This is a note I drafted, you can use it."

Wen Yan nodded, and only said, "Thank you."

Han Min smiled, seeing the ink-smeared manuscript paper on the desk: "Are you writing too?"

"Drafted some last night, not as good as Mr. Han's Wen Siquan."

Han Min didn't speak.

He always knew that Wen Yan didn't seem to like him very much.

This was the case when they were studying in the academy, because the two of them always took the first place.

In addition, the spirit of literati is higher.

Wen Yan doesn't like Han Min, and Han Min naturally doesn't like Wen Yan either.

Neither of them even spoke a word.

He only listened to Wen Yan and asked again: "Why don't you give this to the prince as well?"

Han Min said: "You are the number one literati under his command, so it's not good to pass you over when it comes to handing over the paperwork."

"Thank you for your love."

"you are welcome."

There was an awkward silence for a while.

It seemed a little different today, Wen Yan actually picked up the ink ingot and began to grind the ink.

He issued an invitation to form a team: "If you have time, let's revise the note you wrote together."

Han Min accepted the invitation: "Alright."

Although they don't like each other very much, they still admire each other's talent without talking about it.

Han Min untied his pen, sat next to Wen Yan, and pushed his arm: "Sit over."

He is quite familiar.

Wen Yan glanced at him again, but didn't say anything after all, and silently gave way to him.

He took a new piece of paper to write, and the two of them circled and circled the original manuscript, making it black and black.

Sometimes they can't argue, and they discuss for a long time on a single word.

Han Min snatched the manuscript: "I wrote the manuscript, and I will change it like that."

Wen Yan pursed his lips, trying to reason with him: "It doesn't make sense."

It wasn't until noon when Wei Huan brought the food over that he took a short rest.

Han Min was holding a pottery bowl and was about to pick up vegetables when he heard Wen Yan speak.

"How did you come here?"

Han Min withdrew his chopsticks: "When the house was ransacked, the lord gave us a hand. I'll come here to repay the favor."

Wen Yan looked at him with clear eyes.

Han Min hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, I admit that I have a little selfishness, I hope that after the prince becomes the emperor, he can rehabilitate the Han family."

Wen Yan sneered: "If you don't do anything, the lord will rehabilitate the Han family in the future, and you will be promoted to rank. You will have everything that other people have worked so hard to get."

Han Min frowned: "That can't be it? Why should I?"

Wen Yan gave him a strange look: "You don't know?"

Han Min was dumbfounded: "Ah? Should I know something?"

Wen Yan frowned, looking at his eyes a little inquiringly.

He looked at Han Min a little strangely, and quietly asked the system: "Tong, what does he mean?"

Thinking systematically for a while: "Maybe it means that you have a deep relationship with King Ding's ministers."

Han Min nodded and lowered his head to eat: "So that's how it is."

Han Min stayed in Liuzhou for two days, handed over the food and medicinal materials he had brought to Fu Xun, and changed the notes with Wen Yan, and then he was about to leave.

That night, Han Min sat on the railing of the post station corridor watching the snow.

When Fu Xun came back from his errands, he saw a literati in coarse linen sitting against a pillar in a vast expanse of whiteness, with his cloak and hood off his body.

He stretched out his hand, fingers stained with black ink.

Seeing Fu Xun in a blink of an eye, Han Min turned over from the railing, tore off his clothes, and walked into the snow.

Fu Xun asked, "What are you doing?"

Han Min said, "I'm waiting for you."

Before Fu Xun had time to ask again, he heard Han Min say, "I'll go back to Tongzhou tomorrow morning to say goodbye to the prince."

Hearing this, Fu Xun's eyes darkened: "Well, the king will send you off tomorrow."

Han Min waved his hand: "No, no, I'm just here to say goodbye. One more thing—"

He took out three bank notes and a land deed from his sleeve.

"Give this back to the prince."

Last night, Han Min came back from the outside, and when he entered the door, he saw this thing on the table.

Fu Xun pursed the corners of his lips: "It's not mine."

Han Min stared: "My lord, there is no need to lie."

Fu Xun coughed lightly: "You can take it if I give it to you, what else do you want me to do?"

In fact, when he gave Han Min the banknote, he had already considered that Han Min might not take it.

So I resisted the urge to stuff him with thirty cards, and only put in three.

Han Min said earnestly: "You are not like Prince Gong who has property, you can do business, and you can make money. A group of soldiers under your command still need military pay, and transfers from the court are definitely not enough, and you have to make up for it yourself..."

Just at this time, Wei Huan came out and shouted from behind: "Second brother Han, supper is ready!"

Han Min responded, rolled the bank note and land deed into a roll, and stuffed it into Fu Xun's hand: "Return it to the prince."

He was about to leave, Fu Xun grabbed his sleeve, held him down, and looked at him quite amusingly.

"I have no money? No property?"

Han Min was puzzled: "Otherwise?"

Only then did Fu Xun realize that he hadn't seen him for two years.

Now there is only Han Min in this world, who would think that he has no money or influence, and the three bank notes must be returned to him.

Han Min asked again, "Shall we have something to eat together?"

Fu Xun nodded: "Okay."

In the room, Han Min held a bowl and blew the rice porridge to cool.

Fu asked: "If you transfer your family's ancestral house, you won't be afraid that others will buy it away, and you won't be able to buy it back?"

"No, I made an agreement with the creditor, and I will redeem it slowly."

After a pause, Han Min said again: "I will buy it myself, the prince should not spend any money. If it can be paid back, the prince should pay it back soon."

Fu Xun laughed, but did not speak.

Always so silly.

Starting early the next morning, Han Min returned as he came.

He was still dressed in coarse cloth, his hair was tied with a headband, and his almond eyes were bright.

Fu Xun, a "corporate of courtesy and virtuousness", led his horse and sent him out of the city.

After leaving the city, they walked together in bridles and sent them ten miles away.

Fu Xun rode on the horse and looked at him: "Don't worry."

"Of course, you are..."

Prince Ding who was hand-picked by the system and who can be the emperor.

But Han Min changed his words temporarily, and said, "My lord, be careful in everything. If it doesn't work out, your lord will hurry to Tongzhou to find me. I've already planned the escape route, so I can pick you up by the way..."

He was always fond of telling jokes.

Fu Xun said firmly, "It's useless."

After walking for a while, Han Min said to Fu Xun, "My lord, it's far enough, if it's farther away, I'll come directly to my house."

Fu Xun pulled the reins, and the horse stopped.

Han Min looked at him.

He originally asked the system to prepare a lot of farewell poems for the monarch and his ministers to answer, but before parting, he couldn't say a word.

He only said softly: "Then I'm going back, there may be aftershocks after the earthquake, be careful, my lord."

Fu Xun nodded slightly, and waved him back.

As soon as he let go of the reins, he was about to leave when he suddenly heard Fu Xun muttering, "Don't worry."

He always likes to say this sentence.

Han Min pulled the reins, looked back at him, and replied with a smile, "I know."

The horses are galloping, and the sleeves of the robes are full.

The character of the literati is steep.

Fu Xun watched him leave from the same spot, with a vague smile in his eyes.

Fu Xun thought that he and Han Min could be called childhood sweethearts.

It's just that he himself can't tell exactly when he fell in love with it.

Perhaps one year when my friends went swimming together on the lake, Han Min ran to the bow of the boat, took Le Niang's pipa, plucked the strings, and sang some impromptu lyrics.

Or maybe it was a palace banquet in a certain year, when the plum blossom song was being sung, Han Min called out "Fu Xun" and threw the plum blossom branches, together with himself, into his arms.

Knock down the full bosom, shaking the heart.

But ever since Fu Xun put Han Min in his heart, Han Min's weight in his heart has only increased.

In Yong'an City, in the imperial palace and in the officials' homes, there are quite a few teenagers of the same age, and they have been friends since childhood.

But only Han Min would think that he had no money, no property, and no influence, so he sold the ancestral house to him, thinking about returning the three bank notes to him.

If it was just for the redress of the Han family, Han Min would still tell him that it doesn't matter if he loses, and he can also take him with him and run away together.

Sincere and kind.

Only when the heavy snow covered Han Min's figure did Fu Xun turn his horse around.

Knowing each other since they were young, the hardships of the Han family's ransacking of the house, and the treacherous battles in the court have all turned into passing clouds for the time being.

The two of them settled their minds in the sentence "you don't worry" and the sentence "I know".

In the snow, Han Min was riding a horse when he suddenly saw the state boundary stone monument not far away.

The stele was covered by heavy snow and could be seen faintly.

Fu Xun actually sent him to the border of Liuzhou.

In ancient times, literati sought to know themselves and their masters, and Han Min claimed that he was not orthodox, but suddenly he was a little tempted.

Han Min made Xizi holding his heart: "In "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", Liu Bei sent Xu Shu off like this. Xu Shu was a little dizzy."

The system said helplessly: "Not promising."

"Which literati can stand this? Which literati can stand it?"

"You wake up!"

The author has something to say:

Han Orthodox Literati Min: I can't stand it anymore (nonsense)