After the fan who wrote the emperor was discovered

Woke up too early, and had another weird dream at night, Han Min couldn't write a word, and was very sleepy.

He wiped his face and prepared to lie down on the desk and sleep for a while.

"Tongzi, call me in a quarter of an hour."

The window was half open, and the system was attached to the goshawk named Carrot Head, flapping its wings and flying in from under the eaves, and stopped beside him.

"understood."

The system combed the fluff under the wings with the eagle's beak, and leaned over to help him comb his hair too.

Seeing Han Min's manuscripts piled up on the desk, he asked, "Who are we going to write next? What if we are discovered again?"

Han Min yawned: "I haven't thought of a suitable candidate yet."

The system specially instructed: "Don't write about yourself."

"why?"

After a pause, the system only said: "In case I can't figure it out later."

Han Min seemed to be thinking about it, and replied, "I know, he is the emperor, and I shouldn't have written it like this. I won't write it until I finish writing the few books required in the contract."

He closed his eyes to catch up on sleep.

Even with Fu Xun's long sword at his side, he still sleeps best during the day, when the sky is bright.

He fell asleep quickly, and the system took a few steps back while timing, fanning him with its wings.

Suddenly, there was a noise outside.

Han Min frowned, raised his hands to cover his ears, and didn't intend to get up.

Two quarters of an hour arrived, and the system didn't bother to call him up, so he flapped his wings and flew out to have a look.

The voice came from the main entrance of Liu Mansion, and he stopped on the eaves to watch.

Ji Heng, who had bullied Han Min in Tianxiang Tower before, was now kneeling in front of the gate of Liu's Mansion, dressed in single clothes and carrying thorns on his back.

The backer he relied on to be domineering in Yong'an City - the Lord of Faith, Li Shu, stood beside him with a cold expression, as if a layer of frost had formed in the early summer sky.

The old housekeeper of Xinwang Mansion stood aside with a long list.

Li Shu asked, "How many other families are there?"

The long list couldn't be seen at a glance, the old housekeeper said respectfully: "Go back to the prince, there are nearly a hundred households."

Li Shu glanced at Ji Heng coldly: "I'm afraid I won't be able to finish my walk today, so hurry up and invite Mrs. Han out, and you can go to the next one in a hurry."

Ji Heng was carrying the wattle on his back, and the cloth was stained with blood.

Li Shu knocked him back with the back of the knife, he trembled, straightened up quickly, folded his hands, raised his head flat, and said loudly: "Little man Ji Heng, I respectfully invite Mr. Han."

Then he put his hands on the ground, bent down and kowtowed.

After being taken back by Li Shu in Tianxiang Building that day, Li Shu whipped him for a while, and then the palace ordered Chu Yu to teach him to write two characters - "Li" and "Ji".

Hearing that Li Shu wanted to use everything in the palace as military pay, he fell down in a trance like hearing thunder.

After falling into a coma for a while, when he woke up, Li Shu sent someone to give him some medicinal herbs and supplements, so that he could recuperate well.

He thought his uncle would regret it after all.

He fully thought that Han Min, an outsider, even though he also called Li Shu "little uncle", had no better relationship with Li Shu's uncle and nephew after all.

Even his mother, Mrs. Ji, said: "Of course it can't be compared. The prince's surname is Li. I am his only living sister. You are his only nephew. He won't be so cruel."

Ji Heng felt relieved.It's just that the injury was a little serious, and he stayed in the mansion these days to recuperate.

Li Shu came to him this morning and asked if his injury was healed.

Is there any reason to raise it with delicious food and drink?

Ji Heng thought that his uncle was here to make amends, so he put on airs and talked nonsense, saying that it hurts here and there.

Finally Li Shu asked: "Is it almost too good?"

Ji Heng said: "Most of the injuries on my body have healed, it's just..."

Li Shu interrupted him: "Did you delay walking?"

"No delay."

"Let's go then, I'll take you out for a while."

"Eh."

He thought his uncle was going to take him to some good place, so Ji Heng followed him.

As soon as he went out, several guards pushed him to the ground and tied thorns to his body.

The old housekeeper of the palace held a long list and said: "My lord, the first one is the Zhou mansion. The young master caused their girl to throw herself into the water. Fortunately, she was rescued."

Li Shu nodded and asked the guards to lift him up: "Okay, let's go."

It wasn't really going anywhere else.

Just because Li Shu is not in Yong'an all the year round, he is not very clear about what he is doing.

So in the past ten days, Li Shu sent people to investigate all the things he had done in these years, and now he is going to take him and let him kowtow to make amends one by one.

So ask him if he can walk.

Ji Heng was dissatisfied, but because of his uncle's intentions, he could only hold back his anger.

The third person to make amends is Han Min.

But he yelled for a long time in front of the Liu Mansion, but Han Min didn't come out.The concierge of the Liu Mansion wanted to pass the news on for him, but his uncle refused to let him, insisting that he invite Han Min out by himself.

Just now Senior Senior Officer Liu came out on crutches, and when he heard what had happened from Li Shu, he snorted coldly and went back leisurely on crutches.He also ordered the people in the mansion not to tell Han Min, and asked Ji Heng to wait outside.

Let him dry.

Han Min was catching up on sleep, fast asleep, and the yard was far away, so naturally he couldn't hear him shouting outside the main gate.

After a while, there were more and more pedestrians on the long street.

Usually, Ji Heng was used to domineering in Yong'an City. People disliked dogs. When others took a second look, Ji Heng felt ashamed and lowered his head even more.

Li Shu "comforted" him and said, "Don't worry, your face has already been lost."

The system possessed the goshawk, stood on the roof and watched, couldn't help laughing out loud.

Ji Heng's face was livid, and he could only shout loudly over and over again: "Little Ji Heng, I respectfully invite Mr. Han."

Thinking it was really ridiculous, the system looked at it for a while, then waved its wings and went back to Han Min's room.

Han Min was sleeping with his ears covered, automatically blocking the sound from the outside world, and he didn't sleep very well.

The system patted his shoulder with the eagle's wings: "Han Min, it's a quarter of an hour."

Han Min responded, raised his head in a daze, rubbed his eyes, and picked up the pen to write.

The system stopped on his shoulder and pressed his shoulder halfway down.

"Tongzi, you are so heavy."

"It's not me, it's your eagle."

The system bounced on him, and finally jumped onto the case.

Han Min tilted his head: "Did you hear anything?"

Intentionally asking Ji Heng to kneel for a while, the system said, "No, what's the sound?"

Hearing this, Han Min put down his pen and stood up.

The system hurriedly said: "Eh? Didn't you say there is no sound? Why are you going?"

Han Min smiled: "Tongzi, you never use the suffix 'Ya' when you speak. You have a problem."

He pushed the door and went out, and the system quickly flew over to catch up.

As the sun rose, the sweat on Ji Heng's forehead and back was covered with beads of sweat. The sweat flowed into his eyes. He couldn't open his eyes, and then seeped into the wound on his back, causing fine and dense stinging pain.

Liu Ting and Jiang Huan were not here today, so Han Min walked out of the courtyard and walked through a flower corridor, and he could clearly hear what was being said at the main entrance.

"Villain Ji Heng, I respectfully invite Mr. Han."

Han Min sneered, rolled up his sleeves and went to have a look.

Old senior officer Liu and Liu An were also sitting in the main hall, facing the gate of the mansion.

After refilling tea two or three times, Senior Senior Officer Liu saw Han Min, put down the teacup, and waved to him.

Han Min stepped forward to salute, the waiter brought a round stool, and placed it beside Senior Senior Officer Liu, very close.

Senior Senior Officer Liu handed him the whole plate of chestnut cakes on the table, and looked over to the main entrance.

"I just heard the prince talk about that matter today, why didn't I tell the teacher?"

"It's not something important, I don't even take it to heart, what should I tell the teacher?"

Senior Senior Officer Liu lowered his face: "He called you a joke, and you still haven't taken it to heart?"

"Really not, I think my sisters are pretty good. As for Ji Heng, it's not enough for me to hold grudges for a long time."

"What are you going to do next time, come and talk about it."

Han Min nodded obediently: "Understood."

"Then you're not going out?"

"I don't want to go out, I think my eyes are dirty."

"Okay." Senior Senior Officer Liu responded with a smile, "Then let them go back. But I still want to invite Prince Xin to come in, okay?"

Han Min nodded: "Naturally."

Last time in Tianxiang Building, Li Shu took Ji Heng away and told him that he would ask Ji Heng to apologize to him in the future.

After he went back, he didn't expect too much from these words.

After all, the two of them are nephews and uncles.

Unexpectedly, Li Shu really brought Ji Heng to the door today.

Senior Senior Officer Liu sent someone to invite King Xin, and Han Min sat next to the teacher, holding a dessert plate, and stuffed two pieces of chestnut cake into his mouth.

After seeing the ceremony, Li Shu sat down opposite Senior Senior Officer Liu, and sighed, "I'm really ashamed, he only came to Yong'an for a year, and he caused so many things, I've never restrained him before, I'm ashamed."

Senior Senior Officer Liu followed his words and said a few words of relief, then Li Shu looked at Han Min: "Brother Min, is your anger gone?"

Before he could speak, Senior Senior Officer Liu said, "Where is he such a vengeful person? Just now he asked me who Ji Heng is. This silly boy can't remember this character at all."

He opened his mouth and came, Old Senior Officer Liu had a thorn in his smile.

Han Min put down the dessert plate and nodded.

The teacher is right.

As long as there are elders around, he doesn't have to appear alone.

After saying a few more words, Li Shu asked someone to carry two large boxes up.

"In the past two years, I have been leading troops in the northwest, and there are often people from the Song Dynasty traveling by scriptures. They have some fragments of scriptures in their hands. I thought that Brother Min would like them, so I bought them from them. I bought these for two years, and it is considered an apology."

He took out a hard-shelled scripture-folded booklet from his pocket and wanted to hand it to Han Min: "The table of contents of the book was written by literati. They are less educated, and there may be mistakes. Please bear with me."

Han Min hurriedly got up and took it with both hands: "Little uncle is serious."

Then Li Shu wanted to leave, and Han Min sent him out.

The two stood under the eaves and talked.

Li Shu asked: "Is the anger gone now?"

Han Min smiled, but didn't speak.

Li Shu said again: "From now on, little uncle asked him to avoid you." He paused, then asked again: "Do you think that little uncle won't let him make amends for you?"

Han Min nodded embarrassedly: "I thought so before."

Li Shu smiled helplessly: "I don't come back often, and I didn't know what he did before." His eyes fell on Han Min's shoulders, and he said casually: "You came back and didn't tell you seriously. I've said it. I've grown a lot taller."

"Ah."

"When will the family come back?"

"Probably next month."

"Okay." Li Shu patted him on the shoulder, "Don't be angry, go and look at the two boxes of books, if there is anything missing, write a note and hand it to the palace, my little uncle will help you pay attention."

Han Min thanked him with a smile, and sent him out of the house.

When he turned to go back, he suddenly heard Ji Heng scream.

When he turned his head, the carrot head possessed by the system was flapping its wings towards Ji Heng.

Li Shu didn't seem to see him, he just asked the old housekeeper, "The next one?"

The old housekeeper squinted his eyes and looked at the long list: "The Wang family outside the city sells calligraphy and painting. Last year, Mr. Ji forced him to buy fans from his family, and ordered people to beat the old man who sold the fans."

When it was almost done, Han Min stretched out his hand towards Luobotou: "Tongzi."

The system stopped, stopped on his arm, shook the feathers behind it, and followed him in.

The two big boxes of books were still in the main hall. Senior Senior Officer Liu and Liu An were both book lovers, and they were waiting for him to come back and open the box to have a look.

Han Min handed over the book catalog that Li Shu had given him to the teacher, and asked the teacher to read it first.

Old senior officer Liu sighed while watching: "Not bad, not bad, I haven't seen many broken books when I was in Song Dynasty."

He used to be a native of the Song Dynasty and once served as the prince and Taifu.

When I was young, I was dissatisfied with the government of the Song Dynasty. One night, I crossed the river by boat and came to the south of the Yangtze River.

The Song State is in the Jiangbei Central Plains, the place where learning originated.

They were in Qi State in the south of the Yangtze River, and many books had to come from the north of the Yangtze River. Sometimes the court of the State of Song ordered that the sale of scriptures to the south was not allowed.Many fragments of books had to be passed on privately by the people and sent to Qi.

So he said so.

Senior Senior Officer Liu handed the notebook back to him: "They are all very good things, take them back and have a closer look."

Han Min nodded in agreement.

The old school officer patted him on the shoulder, seeming to be quite emotional: "The teacher is old, it's too late to read it again. You junior literati read more, and ask if there is something you don't understand."

"Yes."

A few days later, Mr. Ge suddenly asked Xie Yan to send a message to Han Min.

It seems that he found some of his grandfather's manuscripts.

The Han family was ransacked for the crime of privately revising national history.All the written things in the house were searched, and finally a few large boxes of manuscripts were sorted out, and after they were brought into the palace, they disappeared.

The late Emperor hated the Han family so much that he would never have left the manuscript, so Han Min didn't want to look for it in the palace.

Before ransacking the house, Grandpa Han gave some manuscripts to Baishi Bookstore and entrusted them to print them into booklets, which he wanted to give to some friends.

Before he could get the finished book, the Han family's house was ransacked.

Han Min wanted to help his grandfather retrieve the manuscripts he had given to Baishi Bookstore back then, and he would only write books for the bookstore at the beginning.

After he came to Yong'an, he asked the bookstore and Mr. Ge to pay attention to him early in the morning.

Today, after several months, finally got the news.

When Han Min received the news early in the morning, he followed Xie Yan to the bookstore before he even had time to eat breakfast.

Mr. Ge was waiting for him at the door of the backyard of the bookstore. When he saw him coming, he dragged him into the carriage.

"Let's go first, and talk as we go."

He ordered the carriage to get out of the city quickly, then lowered the curtain, and said to Han Min, "The bookstore is afraid of causing trouble, and usually burns the manuscripts like your grandfather's. At the beginning, I helped you find the craftsman who typesetting at that time, and even the one who picked up your grandfather." Man of the list, but they don't remember."

"Later, I found a guy who handled the manuscripts, but after two or three years, many people had left, and it was not easy to find one. A few days ago, I finally found one. He said that some guys were greedy for petty gains and would bring scrapped manuscripts with them. Go back to your own home."

"On the night of your family's accident, the bookstore hurriedly asked them to take the manuscript and burn it overnight. They were too lazy to move at that time. In the early morning of the second day, a clerk mixed your grandfather's manuscript with other waste manuscripts and brought it back. home."

Han Min clenched his hands unconsciously and asked, "What will they do when they collect the manuscript?"

Mr. Ge glanced at him carefully: "Pasting the window is more transparent than straw paper. Or when cooking, it can be used to ignite the fire and save some straw."

He didn't say half a sentence.

——Most likely I can’t find it. Who would keep a few pieces of paper for more than two years?

Han Min should be able to predict it.

Two years later, the probability of finding the manuscript is really very small.

He only wanted to give it a try because he thought there was a one in ten thousand possibility.

He sighed, settled his mind, and said: "Thank you very much, I'll find out when I go over and have a look."

"You don't have to be discouraged. I heard from them that some black market dealers will collect some folk manuscripts, mix them with other manuscripts, sort them out, and resell them as the anthology of the previous generation. Maybe your grandfather's book , are they also being sold on the black market?"

Han Min had heard of this kind of thing.

The southern barbarians were barren and books were scarce, and the scrolls of Daqi Tongtong were mixed and difficult to identify. Some merchants took advantage of them to make profits.

Or find manuscripts that others don't want, or ask unknown scholars to write.

Put together a book and sign it with the names of the previous generations.

Anyway, it is not widely spread, and not many people can recognize it.The famous masters of the previous generation have all passed away, and the case cannot be overturned.

This is the so-called counterfeit book.

Why didn't he think of this layer?

Han Min rubbed his head and heaved a sigh of relief.

The carriage quickly left the city and came to a small village outside the city.

In the small farmyard, a woman was holding millet to feed chickens. Mr. Ge came forward to negotiate and gave her two pieces of silver as a reward, and the woman led them to a small room where sundries were piled up.

The room was made of earth, without windows, dark and unclear, the room was full of dust, and there were piles of papers with writing on the floor in a mess.

Han Min covered his face with his sleeve, coughed and said, "Take it back first, I'll take a look at it when I go back."

He withdrew from the room and handed the woman two pieces of silver: "Excuse me, ma'am, do you still have such a manuscript?"

The woman glanced at the silver tael that Han Min stuffed over, and immediately smiled: "Yes, yes, my man specializes in helping the bookstore handle these things, and brings back some every day."

"May I ask if he worked at Baishi Bookstore two years ago?"

"Yes, but after a while, I went to other places."

"Then... among these manuscripts, will there be manuscripts from Baishi Bookstore?"

"This..." The woman rolled her eyes and smiled, "Of course there will be. Think about it, my man brings some papers back every day and piles them on the top. We use the top one every time. Two Years ago, they might still be under pressure."

Han Min nodded, and the woman took him to the kitchen, where there were also many waste manuscripts piled up in the bamboo basket by the stove.

The woman looked at him with a smile on her face, Han Min understood, and gave her another piece of silver.

The woman collected the silver taels and asked again: "There are still some stuck on the window, do you want more?"

The paper on the window has been exposed to the wind and sun for a long time, and the handwriting can no longer be seen.

Han Min smiled: "No need. In the past, there were people like us who came here to collect these things?"

"There are. But they pick and choose, and it took a long time to get a few, so it's not as refreshing as you."

"I see. Do they come here often?"

"I don't come here often, only a few times a year, but when I come, I usually stay with us for a few days."

Han Min nodded knowingly: "Then next time they come, can you please ask your man to go to Baishi Bookstore and say something?"

As he spoke, he took out another piece of silver from his sleeve.

"Of course, if they come again, I will definitely ask my man to report."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, you're welcome."

The woman touched the heavy silver in her sleeve, wishing that Han Min would come every day.

On the other side, Mr. Ge has already led people to load all the manuscripts into the car.

There are not many things to say, there are only two bamboo baskets, but it looks messy.

I don't know if there are one or two that will be what he wants.

Han Min sat in the car, opened the curtain, and looked back.

Mr. Ge poured him a cup of tea and comforted him: "It's okay, it doesn't matter if you can't find it, I'll just help you find it."

Han Min took the teacup: "Thank you sir."

"What on earth was written in that manuscript? Why does it seem that I have to find it?"

"My grandfather used to be an official in the history museum. He made good friends with some friends in the palace. Entrusted by them, he compiled his personal experiences and experiences over the past ten years into a playbook. He added and deleted several times and wrote it for almost ten years. It was already written. Just wait for it to be printed and sent to them."

Han Min supported his head, leaned against the window of the carriage, and sighed softly.

"In the past two years in Tongzhou, my grandfather wanted to pick up a pen and rewrite it dozens of times. Unfortunately, he was old, couldn't see clearly, couldn't sit still, his hands shook badly, and couldn't hold the pen. I can't write any more."

"I saw him sitting in front of the case a few times, hitting his hand while writing with a pen, and when he couldn't write, another person quietly wiped his tears."

"I want to say that he dictated it and I will write it, but he said it's not a big deal, don't bother me so much. I think he probably can't remember what he wrote. So I want to help him get the manuscript back , at least get this play back.”

Even if you only get one or two back.

Han Min rubbed the center of his brows, feeling a little headache, and said to Mr. Ge, "Mister, please help me. Where there is money, take it from my money."

Mr. Ge has always cherished these literati, and when he heard this, he felt very distressed.

"It's okay, I'll help you find it."

Back at Baishi Bookstore, he piled up the waste manuscripts he bought in the yard. Han Min didn't mind being dirty, so he sat on the stone steps and looked at them one by one.

Xie Yan also sat beside him, without saying a word, just helping him to look at the waste manuscript.

Until the afternoon, only the last few papers under the bamboo basket remained.

Mr. Ge said: "That woman is also making you happy, how could it be two years ago..."

Xie Yan suddenly raised the basket: "Han Min, do you see the one above?"

There are two pieces of paper hidden in the gap between the bamboo strips of the bamboo basket.Perhaps it was because it was pressed tightly that it was not used to paste the window.

The bamboo baskets were disassembled, and the paper two years ago had been kept in the kitchen all year round, and it was very dirty.

Han Min could tell at a glance that this was the handwriting of his grandfather in the early years, which was steady and peaceful.

Only then did he laugh, carefully held the paper in his hand, and read it two or three times.

Mr. Ge breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Isn't it happy? Let's go, I didn't eat lunch, go out to eat."

Just in case, Han Min made two copies of these two manuscripts and kept them in different places before going out with them.

It was still afternoon, and the three of them were going to find a place to have something to eat casually.

As soon as he walked out of the bookstore, he saw Chu Yu and Wen Yan in front of a storytelling booth. Wen Yan had a bad face, but Chu Yu kept smiling at him.

Wen Yan pushed the wheelchair to leave, but Chu Yu stretched out his foot to pin the wooden wheel, preventing him from leaving.

When I got closer, I realized that the storyteller was talking about "Two or Three Things about the Holy Majesty and the Censor".

Seeing Han Min coming, Chu Yu withdrew his foot.

Wen Yan rushed to Han Min pushing the wheelchair, and said bitterly, "You did a good job."

Chu Yu smiled: "Be generous, your heart softened towards Han Min a few days ago."

Then I heard the storyteller say: "Foretell what will happen next, let's listen to the next chapter to break it down. After finishing this book, let's talk about "The Holy One and Tanhualang"."

Chu Yu's smile froze, then hid in the crowd, raised his arms and shouted: "Master Yushi is the best!"

Someone actually responded: "That's right! Yushi is the best!"

Pushing Wen Yan's wheelchair, Han Min said softly, "Bizhang, let's go."

Wen Yan pointed to the front: "I can't go anymore, look, the Holy One has come in person."

Han Min raised his eyes and saw that the one parked at the intersection was not the palace carriage?

Fu Xun lifted the curtain from the carriage and took a look outside, wondering if he heard what they were shouting.

I don't know how many times, Han Min nervously snapped his hands.

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