After the fan who wrote the emperor was discovered

The next day he didn't go to court, so Fu Xun slept with Han Min in his arms until the sun was up.

Lang Chuyu, who is on duty today, is waiting outside with a small notebook.Since it is a draft, it can be written casually.

——Maoshi, did not get up.

——Chen Shi, did not get up.

——Haven't gotten up yet, suspected of being ill, and don't know whether to call the imperial doctor.

In fact, Fu Xun woke up early, he is used to getting up early to practice martial arts.

I just thought that last night, Han Min woke up as soon as he walked away. Han Min was too sensitive to him, and wanted him to sleep a little longer, so he didn't get up, and stayed in bed with him for a while.

Besides, Fu Xun found something more fun besides Han Min's hair.

his little belly.

Watching Han Min knead last night, he felt that it was very soft, so he kneaded it twice.

It feels really good.

Although Han Min was thin and didn't look like much flesh, he was very soft.

His whole body was very soft, and Fu Xun's playful hair was like crow's feathers.

Fu Xun rubbed his stomach through the quilt, and suddenly thought that his butt might be softer, after all, he always sits and writes.

Lying on the same bed with the person you like, it is normal to have some beautiful thoughts in the early morning.

When he was playing vigorously, Han Min snorted and opened his eyes.

Confused, he met Fu Xun's eyes and caught him straight.

"what are you doing?"

Fu Xun paused with his messy hands, then pushed him, and lied without changing his face: "I was about to wake you up."

He lifted the quilt, and Han Min's hand was tightly clutching his sleeve.

So Fu Xun said, "Look, it's because of you, what time is it now?"

Han Min let go of his hand: "I'm sorry. But can you just take off your clothes?"

Fu Xun said: "Then I went out like that. Today is Chu Zhuoshi's shift. He wrote this matter into the daily life note. Later generations will know this matter by referring to the daily life note."

"Oh, yes."

Only then did he remember this incident, sat up and helped Fu Xun tidy up his clothes.

Dress neatly to avoid misunderstandings.

And the people in the harem came in with hot clothes.

Chu Yu stood outside and only glanced at it.

He smiled, lowered his head to record, no wonder, there was another person.

It is understandable that the spring night is bitter and the day is high.

Then he heard the man's voice.

The man said: "I want to eat steamed buns with tofu skin, would your majesty want it?"

Fu Xun then asked: "Well, eat later?"

"It's better to eat at noon, the dining room may not be in time."

The voice sounded familiar, Chu Yu turned his head, took a closer look, and found that the person was Han Min.

He was sitting cross-legged on the bed, wiping his face with a towel in both hands.

Fu Xun stood aside, putting on his clothes, turned his head, and talked to him in a normal way.

Chu Yu immediately froze in place.

So why did Songyan Scholar write Yushi and Tanhualang? Here is Han Qijulang, isn’t it more suitable to be written in the storybook than them?

At this time Han Min also saw him, and quickly waved to him, telling him not to write it down.

Chu Yu naturally knew what he meant, but deliberately smiled and blinked at him, lowered her head, and the tip of the pen moved quickly on the paper.

Don't worry, I wrote it all down.

After washing up, Han Min returned to Wenying Hall and began to sort out the daily notes he had recorded on duty yesterday.

After writing for a while, he remembered that he blocked the system last night.

As soon as he was released, the system asked him nervously, "Are you okay?"

Han Min felt strange: "It's nothing, what can I do?"

"At once……"

Didn't you get bullied by Fu Xun?

The system couldn't say it, and didn't want him to know, so it had to send another message to remind the control center.

It was almost noon, Han Min finished writing the notes on daily life, put down the pen, stretched, and was about to pack up his things and leave the palace, when someone from the palace knocked on the door outside.

"Master Han, it's getting late, Your Majesty invites you to Funing Palace for lunch."

At this moment in Funing Palace, Chu Yu was standing aside holding a pen and paper, and delicacies floated past his eyes one by one.

He has been a living man for half a month, and when he was on duty, the Holy Majesty never took him for a meal.

He knew it well, pursed the corners of his lips, made a note on the paper, made a bow, and was about to leave.

Suddenly, he heard Fu Xun behind him say, "Wait a minute."

Chu Yu was overjoyed, and was about to praise the sage on the daily note, when he saw three sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table.

There is one more person.

Fu Xun was originally sitting on the couch reading a book, but he also looked up, pointed to the plate of tofu skin buns, and ordered: "Change to the other side."

And the people in the harem communicated outside: "Your Majesty, Mr. Han has arrived."

Fu Xun immediately closed the scroll with a smile in his eyes.

Han Min was wearing normal clothes today, his sleeves were turned up and down, and he bowed to him.

Then he walked to Chu Yu's side and stood with him.

It turned out that it was because of his favor, Chu Yu knew it.

Chu Yu turned her head and said softly, "Han Min, I have never been kept for dinner by the Holy Majesty."

Han Min smiled and said, "Then wait and try that pig's trotter soup."

"What happened to the soup?"

"That's the soup of 'Affection between Monarch and Minister', which was specially rewarded by the Empress Dowager."

Chu Yu didn't understand what was going on, and secretly poked him with an elbow: "Why is it pig's trotter soup? Who is the big pig's trotter, king or minister?"

He glanced at Fu Xun again, and said, "I guess it's that guy. I've been with him for almost two years, and he hasn't invited me to a meal. Today you're here, so I'll have something to eat. Heh, Big pig's trotter soup."

The same trotter soup, a completely different interpretation.

Han Min let out a "shh", "Speak carefully."

Chu Yu wasn't really angry, he recovered soon, quietly grabbed his waist, took him to himself, and said in a low voice: "Hey, when are you going to leave the palace? Wenying Hall at noon See?"

Fu Xun, who was originally sitting on the couch, clenched his fist and coughed heavily against his lips.

He stood up, walked to the middle seat in front of the table and sat down, beckoned to Han Min, asking him to come over.

Han Min also tugged at Chu Yu's sleeve and pulled him over.

After sitting down, the palace people brought warm water, washed their hands and cleaned their mouths after serving them, and left silently.

Fu Xun pointed to the small buns placed in front of Han Min: "Didn't you say you wanted to eat this in the morning?"

Han Min thanked him softly, and Chu Yu sighed in his heart.

Songyan Scholar really has a problem with his eyes, he can't tell who is nice to anyone, so he writes nonsense.

Chu Yu angrily took a bite of the vegetable and chewed it.

The taste is not bad, Chu Yu thought, it would be great if Han Min was here every day.

After lunch, the living man on duty had half an hour to rest.

In the Wenying Hall, Chu Yu took out a large package from the cabinet, and opened it to reveal a quilt.

He folded up the already existing quilts on the bamboo couch, picked them up and put them aside, and then spread the quilts he brought on them.

Han Min was dumbfounded that he could bring his own quilt.

Chu Yu kicked off her shoes, knelt on the bed to make the bed, and explained: "The quilt here is a bit hard, and my family members are afraid that I won't be used to sleeping."

Han Min sighed, "You are Princess Pea, Chu Zhuoshi."

"what is this?"

Chu Yu patted the soft pillow, and then pulled Han Min over.

"Come on, I'll sleep with you today."

After eating, the two sat on the couch, reading a book next to each other.

Chu Yu asked him again: "What is the 'Princess and the Pea' you mentioned just now?"

"It's just a princess." Han Min put down the scroll and thought for a while, "The skin can be broken by blowing bombs. Put a pea under it, and spread twenty layers of mattresses. The princess can't sleep well." Chu Yu sat up and squeezed Hold his face: "Look, I won't tear your mouth apart."

Han Min hid and smiled, "What kind of fluff is your quilt?"

"Goose down."

Chu Yu replied angrily, not knowing what he was going to say again.

Han Min said leisurely, "Tsk, a Chu Zhuoshi takes a nap, but he needs a dozen geese to accompany him!"

Chu Yu covered his mouth: "Stop talking."

Han Min nodded, raising his right hand above his head.

Stop talking, stop talking.

Chu Yu gave him a final pinch: "It's not necessary to have a dozen geese to accompany me, it's enough to have Mrs. Xiao Han to accompany me."

He turned his head away, leaned against the pillow, and picked up the discarded scroll to read again.

Han Min followed suit, "What book are you reading?"

Chu Yu flicked the script and showed him the cover.

"Two or three things between the Holy One and Tanhualang".

Han Min calmed down immediately, and asked tentatively, "Don't you not like watching this?"

"The previous four "Censors" were not badly written. I chased them all the way. This one is... just a read."

"so."

Chu Yu raised his eyebrows proudly: "Wen Bianzhang is also reading the four copies of "Yu Shi" recently, and I borrowed them from him."

Thinking of Wen Yan, Han Min choked, "He, also read this?"

"Yes, but he didn't just watch and play, he just wanted to catch this man."

Chu Yu's finger clicked on the four small characters "Songyan Scholar" on the cover of the story book.

Han Min asked cautiously, "Is...is he very angry?"

"A little bit. When I gave him the book, he turned two pages and his face was blue with anger."

"This..." Han Min paused and settled down, "Then is there anyone who doubts him?"

"Yes, we have discussed it for the past few days."

Chu Yu sat up, took the script, and analyzed it carefully with him,

"First of all, this man's writing is good, his storytelling is good, and he is quite talented. So Songyan Scholar is not an ordinary book writer, he should be a scholar."

Han Min swallowed nervously and nodded, "Well, what else?"

"Secondly, this person knows the life of the court very well, and also knows the emperor, the censor, and Tanhua Lang very well. It means that Songyan Scholar knows us, and maybe he has spoken to or met us."

"Any more?"

"In the end, Songyan Scholar publishes a volume of scripts every month, tens of thousands of characters, and it is not easy to write. He should not go out often, but stay in his room to write books."

Han Min sighed blankly, "Your analysis makes sense."

"Actually, it was all analyzed by Wen Bianzhang. He continued to read, trying to find some clues from Songyan Scholar's writing habits."

Han Min unconsciously tightened his grip on the quilt: "I think he should investigate the case instead of being a censor."

But Chu Yu didn't seem to notice, and patted the back of his hand: "I'm going to bed first, and I'm still on duty in the afternoon."

He yawned and turned toward the inner wall.

Han Min thought he was asleep, so he helped him pick up the notebook that had been left on the couch.

He tried to look through it, but he couldn't see any writing habits that could find clues.

Putting the script aside, Han Min pulled up the quilt and lay down nervously with his back to Chu Yu.

Chu Yu clearly hadn't slept yet, so he quietly put up his hands and glanced at him.

After sleeping in Wenying Hall for a while, when Han Min opened his eyes, he saw Chu Yu standing on the ground putting on his clothes.

"Wake you up?"

"No."

"I'm going to be on duty, you just leave the bedding here, and I'll come to clean it up in the evening."

Han Min replied in a daze, and Chu Yu picked up his official hat and went out.

He sat decadently on the couch alone, and took a moment to relax.

"Tongzi, I'm done. I dreamed that I was pushed to the ground by Chu Yu and beaten."

The system laughed: "What about Wen Yan?"

Han Min rubbed his eyes: "Wen Yan cried, and hit me while crying."

The system laughed even harder: "Then do you still write?"

"I signed a contract with Baishi Bookstore, and I have five more books to write."

The system's laughter broke through the sky.

"Stop laughing."

The system can only temporarily remove the laughter plug-in, and he said seriously: "Then what are you going to do now?"

"Keep it a secret for now, and when I finish writing the last five books, I'll wash my hands."

"I tell you one thing, don't be afraid."

"You said."

"After you fell asleep, Chu Yu looked back at you."

"What does he want to do?"

"He may suspect you and wants to test your reaction."

Although Chu Yu is good-tempered, soft-tempered, and talkative, it doesn't mean he's stupid.

Han Min recalled the scene in the dream and gasped.

The system said: "You really don't know how to lie. The other day you missed your tell at dinner and called yourself a 'little villain'. Is there anyone who scolded someone like that? It must be the two of them who went back and made a calculation and found you the most suspicious."

"Okay, I'll pay attention next time."

He climbed out of bed, helped Chu Yu fold the quilt, put it in the cabinet, changed his clothes and prepared to leave the palace.

He walked back to Liu Mansion alone.

Jiang Huan interrogated Fu Quan last night and was still in his room to catch up on sleep.

Liu Ting was not there, probably because he specially ordered the servants to move more lightly, and the whole yard was very quiet.

Han Min also quietly returned to his room, took a rest, took out a pen and paper, and began to write the sixth volume of the script.

At this time, in the courtyard of the master of the Liu family, Mr. Liu, Liu An, and Mrs. Liu were sitting on both sides of the couch, and Liu Ting was sitting on a round stool on one side.

Liu An looked at his wife: "Now you don't dislike him as a criminal minister?"

Mrs. Liu picked up the teacup: "Their family was a natural disaster, I said that last time, it's just..." Putting down the teacup: "Worry about our family."

Liu An said again: "Then you said last time that all members of the Han family are only the king of Sheji, and you will never marry Yu'er into the Han family."

Mrs. Liu apologized and said with a smile: "That was my moment of confusion. It's just a woman's opinion. Please forgive me. He is still young and has already served in the court. He has been on duty in the palace for the past half month. of importance."

Liu Ting, who was sitting on the side, didn't open his mouth. He peeled a few peanuts, put them on a plate, and brought them to his mother.

Mrs. Liu glanced at him and asked him to put down his things: "Thank you son."

She continued: "It's all about asking him, and I didn't force him. It's best if you can kiss him personally. If you can't, just ask casually in private, and it won't hurt the harmony of the two families. If it wasn't for Mrs. Yuan Not in Yong'an now, with her violent temper, how dare I go past her and ask Brother Min directly?"

Lady Yuan is Han Min's mother, so the two wives naturally recognize each other.

Not long after, the woman who waited outside said, "Ma'am, the white fungus porridge is ready."

Mrs. Liu ordered: "Two bowls and serve."

She pushed Liu Ting's hand again: "Son, please go and call Brother Min over for porridge."

Liu Ting responded and went on saluting.

Seeing him go, Mrs. Liu supported her head, picked up a peanut kernel, and said with a smile: "Master, what you said last time is really true. If Brother Ding is a girl, he will definitely not worry about marrying."

She stood up on her legs and sighed: "Why is it Yu'er who is going to marry?"

Covered by a white scroll screen, Liu Yu was sitting on the embroidered stool behind, her eyes slightly red.

Mrs. Liu walked to the back of the screen, sat down in front of her, and held her hand: "Mother will ask you later, don't cry, eh?"

Liu Yu pressed the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief: "Thank you, mother."

Mrs. Liu thought for a while, but said first: "If he doesn't want to, don't be sad."

In fact, she guessed that Han Min was probably unwilling.

But Liu Yu didn't answer.

Mrs. Liu said again: "Mother will not force you anymore."

At this time Liu An also came to the back of the screen, he supported the folding fan and said with a smile: "I mean, why did you suddenly ask Brother Min again, so that's how it is."

For a little girl who was only 15 years old, Liu Yu immediately blushed and hid in her mother's arms.

Mrs. Liu stroked her hair and said, "My fault, my fault, I shouldn't have the brochure in the morning, I have to ask her to order one."

Liu Yu is fifteen this year, three years after the national mourning, it is eighteen, getting married is too late for Qi, so Mrs. Liu is very anxious.

This morning, if she had to tell her which one she liked, Liu Yu was annoyed for a while, and suddenly stood up, but remembered that day when she went to Jianguo Temple to ask for a lottery, and met Han Min in front of the mansion.

So she blurted out: "I like Brother Han like that."

Then there was a dead silence, and Mrs. Liu was silent for a long time: "Okay, my mother will save her old face and ask for you."

That's how it came out this afternoon.

Liu An smiled and shook his head, before he could speak, there was a knock on the door outside.

Liu Ting said: "Father, Mother, Mimi is here."

Mrs. Liu pushed her daughter away, and said seriously: "Just ask this time for you, you are behind here, you are not allowed to come out, and you are not allowed to cry if you fail."

Liu Yu nodded and sat upright.

She didn't seem to like Han Min very much, but she just said that casually when she was annoyed by the question.

Now mother wants to ask for her, but she is looking forward to it.

After all, Han Min is indeed a good character, much better than the noble sons of Yong'an City.

Outside the screen, Han Min just acted as usual, Mrs. Liu made some snacks and asked him and Liu to stop and eat.

The two sat together drinking sweet porridge, and for a while they could only hear the sound of bowls and spoons clashing.

Mrs. Liu took a sip of her tea, put down the cup, and said in a slow tone, "Brother Compassion?"

At that time Han Min hadn't opened his mouth yet, and was about to put the red dates he didn't like into the senior's bowl first, when he heard the senior's mother call him, he thought it was Mrs. Liu who saw it, so he quickly withdrew his hand.

Mrs. Liu was startled, is she a tiger?

She smiled, and chatted with Han Min first, talking about Liu Yun who married Han Min's uncle, and Han Pei.

Han Min replied seriously: "The old house is already being repaired, maybe we can bring back all the family members before June."

"That's good, you've worked hard, young one."

After going around in circles, Mrs. Liu finally asked tentatively: "I remember, you and Yu'er also grew up together?"

Han Min paused, then understood.

His uncle Han Zhongqi and Mrs. Liu's eldest daughter Liu Yun also grew up together.

Han Min thought about it and replied, "I'm an idiot. Thanks to my teacher's teaching, I couldn't finish memorizing the essays in the palace, so the teacher called me back to the house to memorize. It's not an honorable thing, and I feel a little sad when I say it."

He didn't mention Liu Yu at all, he only said that he came to the mansion to endorse.

Having said that, it is enough.

Mrs. Liu didn't ask any further questions, she just said: "Drink porridge, do you want another bowl? If you don't like red dates, just pick them out and find a plate to put them in."

After speaking, he asked the servant girl to bring him a small plate.

Han Min thanked him and drank the porridge seriously.

Liu Ting glanced at him and sighed secretly.

When the two of them left together, Mrs. Liu got off the couch and went to look behind the screen.

Liu Yu was sitting with her back facing her, with her head down, wiping her tears with a handkerchief.

Mrs. Liu put her arms around her daughter: "I can't force this, and mother won't force you in the future."

On the other side of the screen, Liu An said: "Yu'er, do you really like it, or do you pretend to like it?"

Mrs. Liu said angrily: "What's the truth if you like it? Our mother and I are talking, you go out."

Liu An said again: "Yu'er, are you interested in seeing brother Min?"

Suddenly there was a moment of silence.

Mrs. Liu raised her brows upside down: "Whose real father are you? Do you speak like that? Get out."

As he walked out, he said: "In the first place, Brother Min is good-looking. Since you were born, you haven't seen him a few times, so why do you like him? Did you just see the color? What kind of like is this? Hurry up." Don't cry, in a few days dad will take you to Jianguo Temple, let the abbot teach you the principle of 'color is emptiness, emptiness is color', you will not be sad, don't cry."

Immediately stopped crying, Liu Yu suddenly realized that it was because Han Min was good-looking?

Who doesn't like a pretty boy?

She stood up, Madam Liu quickly asked, "Where are you going?"

While wiping her tears, she said, "I asked the girl from Zheng's family to play on the swing."

I cried until I was wearing makeup, and I still wanted to play.

"Isn't that sad?"

Mrs. Liu was confused, and then she shouted at her daughter's back: "It's almost summer and playing on the swing? Don't you think it's too hot?"

Han Min and Liu Ting walked side by side in front of the corridor.

Han Min glanced at his senior brother uneasy, and Liu Ting rubbed his head with a smile: "It's nothing, mother just asked casually."

He nodded and said thoughtfully: "Why don't I move out? Anyway, our old house is going to be repaired."

"Won't this make others think too much?"

"Too."

"What's the matter? Don't worry." Liu Ting thought for a while, "By the way, didn't you originally wait for autumn to bring your family back? Why did you change it?"

"The Holy Majesty said that you can lend me two boats."

"Then you want to pick it up yourself?"

"Of course, I don't feel at ease if I don't go there myself."

"You have just taken office, and it will take half a month before you leave. Your Majesty won't mind? Your colleagues won't gossip?"

"Should not."

Saying this, Han Min also hesitated.

Liu Ting said: "Why don't I go for you? It happens that the school will be on vacation for a while."

Han Min thought for a while, but he didn't respond directly, he just talked and thought about it.

Back in the room, Han Min washed his hands and continued to write the script just now.

The system popped up at the right time, and said: "Ming, don't you think that after wearing the crown, it's time for you to..."

Han Min was very upright, without raising his eyes: "Let's talk about it, I don't have such thoughts."

"Really do not have?"

"No, at least not to the younger sister of the Liu family." Han Min put down his pen, "She treats me just on a whim. Maybe she likes me, but what she likes is me in her imagination. If I agree, wait a while , she will find that the me she likes is actually very different from the me in reality."

The system exclaimed: "Oh, Han Min, an emotional expert who has been single for two lifetimes."

"Be normal. Originally here, the girl's family has little room to decide the marriage. Since I am a man, I shouldn't harm her."

The system applauded him: "You are right, you are really a responsible host."

Han Min picked up the brush and dipped it in the ink to write: "The Liu family are all sensible people, and Uncle Liu must also understand this truth. Even if I agree, he will definitely not agree."

The system asked mysteriously again: "Well, do you have someone you like?"

"I... why are you asking this?"

"Take care of the host's emotional life. Be bold, you will be crowned in June, and you can think about some adult things."

Han Min half-jokingly said, "I love money the most now. It would be great if I could have money I can't spend. I'm such a vulgar literati."

He settled down and continued to write the script.

At this moment, the system passed a copy of "Love Book" to him.

Han Min complained: "When you collect documents, at least pick and choose. I have been obsolete in my previous life."

He ignored the system, looked down, and saw the word "Holy Majesty" written on the paper.snort.

The author has something to say: who doesn't like a handsome son?

Sister Yu understood it too late, like Fu Gou understood this truth since she was a child, but unfortunately she didn't master the correct methodology, she only knew how to bully others

The correct worldview needs to be matched with the correct methodology