After the fan who wrote the emperor was discovered

Behind him is the storytelling stall who just finished telling "Two or Three Things about the Holy Master and the Censor", and some people shouted "Master Censor is the best".

In front is the carriage coming out of the palace, and the Holy Majesty is sitting in the carriage.Fu Xun lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked here.

Han Min pushed Lord Yushi's wooden wheelchair, in a dilemma.

He took a few steps back and touched Chu Yu's arm, reminding him that the Holy Majesty was just ahead.

Chu Yu took a look, smiled and raised his hand to clasp his shoulder, asking, "What should we do now?"

Han Min whispered: "We agreed before, don't tell him."

Chu Yu asked, "What did we agree on?"

He seemed to be going back on his word, and Han Min became a little anxious: "It's agreed that I'll read the script to you, and you won't tell him."

"I've only read it once, and I haven't finished it yet."

"Then I'll read it to you next time."

"How many times?"

Han Min gritted his teeth: "Ten times?"

Chu Yu remained silent.

"Twenty times?"

Chu Yu pinched his chin and said casually, "Finish."

After a long life, he would still sit on the ground and raise the price. He is worthy of being the young master of a wealthy businessman's family.

Han Min glanced at him angrily, and ground his molars: "Okay."

"Deal." Chu Yu made a gesture of sealing his mouth, "I will definitely not tell him."

Writing a storybook can be big or small. If it is small, it is just a momentary game of literati; if it is big, it is to slander the king.

They were all Han Min's friends, they teased him, and they would naturally not bring this matter up to the Holy One until they knew Fu Xun's attitude towards this matter.

Chu Yu took the wheelchair from him, pushed the wheelchair with one hand, and held Han Min's shoulder with the other, and walked towards the carriage.

"Don't worry, I'll cover it up for you."

Fu Xun didn't get out of the car, but lifted the curtain and looked at them.

Glancing coldly at Chu Yu's hand on Han Min's shoulder, Chu Yu noticed something and quickly put it down.

Up to the moment, a group of people saluted, and Fu Xun asked: "I just heard what the people over there were shouting, what is it?"

His eyes fell on Han Min, as if he was asking him specifically.

Feeling guilty, Han Min quietly took half a step back and was supported by Chu Yu.

It is inconvenient to be a minister outside, so Chu Yu just said: "I want to write a new drama book, and ask the listeners at the storytelling booth which role is better."

"What are you going to write?"

"Censor..."

Startled, Han Min secretly pinched him.

Chu Yu patted his hand away, still smiling: "The matter of Yushi and Tanhualang."

Han Min felt relieved, but Wen Yan looked away.

Why does the censor always have to be with others?Can't he work hard in the court alone?

Very irritable.

Fu Xun didn't ask any more questions, but still looked at Han Min with a smile in his eyes.

An obvious preference.

"Where are you going?"

Han Min said, "Going to eat."

Fu Xun nodded: "It happens that I didn't eat either."

The implication is obvious.

When he said this, he glanced at the few friends around Han Min.

—Those who want to have dinner with the Holy Majesty step forward now.

So they took a step back together.

Chu Yu stretched out his hand, and silently pulled Wen Yan's wooden wheelchair back.

In the deathly silence, Han Min looked around suspiciously.

Friends smiled at him, walked slowly, and had a good meal.

Han Min scratched his head: "Then I'm going?"

Fu Xun lifted the curtain of the carriage himself: "Come up."

A group of people stood in place and watched the carriage leave.

Mr. Ge was puzzled and said, "Can't you go eat together?"

Chu Yu waved his hand: "I don't want to."

Wen Yan said: "Avoid suspicion."

Xie Yan also said, "Not familiar."

Strangely, Mr. Ge said, "What is there to avoid? Isn't he a friend of Han Min's?"

Chu Yu pushed the wheelchair back and asked, "Oh? Sir, have you seen him too?"

"I've seen it twice. Once in Tongzhou, Han Min took him and his younger brother to sit on the steps and eat malt candy. Another time in Tianxianglou, he bought the old house of the Han family and came to discuss business with Han Min. "

Mr. Ge still couldn't figure it out: "What's wrong with him?"

Chu Yu clung to his ear and said two words quickly.

Mr. Ge immediately froze in place, unable to recover for a long time: "My God!"

No wonder Wen Yan wanted to avoid suspicion, "Two or Three Anecdotes Between the Holy Majesty and the Censor" was very popular, and as a Censor, he would never have any private contact with Fu Xun.

Mr. Ge thought about it, and then quietly asked: "Then Han Min is also an official?"

"Han Qilang."

He exclaimed, and then took Chu Yu's hand: "Is there any interest in "The Two or Three Things of the Holy One and the Living Man"? Based on my experience working for Baishi Bookstore these days, if I have this book, it will definitely become popular."

Chu Yu held his hand tightly: "Heroes see the same thing."

He continued: "However, I haven't known them for a long time. It is said that the two of them have known each other since they were young. We need to find someone who has known them since they were young."

They looked at Wen Yan together, Wen Yan pushed the wheelchair and walked straight forward: "I don't write."

Chu Yu stretched out his foot, pinned the wooden wheel, and persuaded: "He can write for you, so you can write for him too. When "The Holy One and the Living Man" becomes more popular than "Yu Shi", you won't be on the street. I heard the storyteller talk about "The Royal History"."

It seems to be the case.

Wen Yan was a little moved.

In the carriage, Han Min shook his hands and feet.

After writing the scriptures of the Holy Majesty, Fu Xun was right in front of him, and he was still a little guilty.

Strange to say, he himself couldn't figure it out.

When he started writing the first book in Tongzhou, he and Fu Xun hadn't seen each other for two years. At that time, he clearly had no other ideas, and he could plausibly say that everything in the book was fake.

Now that I am getting more and more familiar with Fu Xun, and writing more and more stories, I feel more and more strange.

Maybe it shouldn't have been written in the first place.

Han Min rubbed his eyes, but Fu Xun raised his hand suddenly, startling him.

Fu Xun took a scrap of paper from his head.

I think it was stained when I sorted out the manuscript.

Han Min stroked his hair again: "Thank you."

Fu asked, "Where did you go today?"

"I went outside the city for a while, and then I went to the bookstore..." He deliberately vaguely said, "I read a book for a day."

"No wonder."

"What's wrong?"

"The craftsman who repaired your old house couldn't find you, so he sued me."

Han Min looked at him suspiciously.

Fu Xun wanted to laugh when he saw his unconscious and stupid look: "Your neighbor is going to move out, and I want to ask you if you want to buy the neighbor and build a garden."

Han Min subconsciously refused: "Let's wait until I have saved enough money..."

"I can lend it to you first, and it will be deducted from the salary of the living man."

"But the money for repairing the house last time was deducted from the salary."

"It doesn't matter."

Han Min was indeed a little moved.

Although advanced consumption requires rationality, if there is a garden, the grandfather can plant flowers in the garden, and if the elder brother's legs need to recover, there is also a place to walk.

Han Min nodded his chin and thought for a while, "Then... thank you Your Majesty."

"You're welcome, wait for them to figure out the bill before bringing it to you."

"Yes."

He thought about it in his heart, Fu Xun should not deduct his seven or eighty years' salary... right?

Fu Xun stretched out his hand to touch him again, and Han Min was startled again by him, and hid in a direction away from him.

Fu Xun frowned: "You seem to be very afraid of me today?"

He didn't know it himself, maybe because he wrote his script, he felt a little guilty.Han Min just shook his head: "Don't dare."

Fu Xun said, "I never told you before?"

"what?"

"You and I get along, just like before."

"understood."

After being silent for a while, Fu Xun suddenly coughed twice.

Han Min looked at him, but he said first, "It's inconvenient outside, don't call 'Your Majesty'."

"Oh, I see."

Fu Xun sat upright, waiting expectantly for "Three Brothers".

He only listened to Han Min's serious voice: "Fu Gou."

Fu Xun's expression froze, and he frowned at him in disbelief.

Han Min was still very serious: "You said it was like before..." He couldn't help laughing: "You said it yourself."

So Fu Xun also called him that way: "Jiaojiao."

"Han Jiaojiao" turned her head to ignore him, opened the curtain of the carriage and took a look: "Where are you going?"

Fu Xun didn't answer, so he looked at it for a while.

The carriage went straight to the north of the city, and there was a night market in the north of the city, mostly people from the Western Regions.

The grand filial piety was just over when the late emperor passed away, and the market has reopened in the past few days, brightly lit and very lively.

I used to come here to play when I was young, with several friends.

The carriage stopped at the intersection, Han Min got off the ground and asked, "Go to the old place for dinner?"

Fu Xun whispered instructions to the guards driving the car, then turned his head: "Yes."

Familiar with every place, Han Min walked in with ease.

He hasn't been here for a long time, and he has never seen many foreign things, so he likes to go over to have a look.

There were so many people in the market, and Fu Xun would tug on his sleeve from time to time to pull him back for fear of getting separated from him.

On the road, I saw a man with a rope tied around his waist, leading a child in front of him. The child rushed forward with all his strength, but he couldn't pull it.

Fu Xun smiled and pulled Han Min back.

There was a lot of voices, Fu Xun whispered in his ear: "If you do this again, I will find a rope to tie you up."

Han Min was shocked and said, "You still want to be my father, isn't that a little too much?"

Fu Xun twitched the corner of his mouth helplessly, and let go of his hand: "You go by yourself."

Han Min smiled and grabbed his sleeve, "I'll hold you."

He was called by Mr. Ge to look for manuscripts outside the city early in the morning, and he didn't have time to eat breakfast.

At noon, I was busy reading the waste manuscripts, and I didn't have the heart to eat. I only ate two pieces of snacks to fill my stomach. I am really hungry now.

There is an old two-story building in the market, which is a restaurant that has been open for more than ten years.

Han Min and his friends used to go there when he was young, but now he is leading Fu Xun, weaving through the crowd, heading there too.As soon as he got closer, someone poked his head out of the window on the second floor of the small building and waved at him.

"Han Min!"

It is Fu Rang, the fifth prince.

Han Min had been friends with him since he was a child, and he was one of his frequent friends.It's no wonder he's here.

Han Min also waved at him, then grabbed Fu Xun's sleeve and entered the small building as well.

Fu Rang and Prince Yue Fu are happy together.

Prince Yue was the youngest brother of the first emperor. Fu Rang called him "Little Uncle Wang", which was different from "Little Uncle" who had a different surname Wang Lishu.

The two uncles and nephews were facing each other, sitting by the window, with some small dishes and two glasses of wine on the table.

When Han Min and Fu Xun came, they were eating and drinking with one hand in their mouths, smiling silly.

Seeing them coming, the two quickly stood up and saluted, and asked the staff in the building to move another square table and put the two tables together.Remove the remaining wine from the table and order new dishes.

Han Min and Fu Rang sat on the same side, and the two talked together.

Fu Rang opened the window and pointed out the scene outside to Han Min: "The girl who sells flowers is new here. It was her grandma who sold flowers before, and her grandma can't walk anymore; the troupe is also new. Yes, the script they sing is weird."

Han Min couldn't help laughing: "But the master who gives tattoos is always there."

Fu Rang got a tattoo there. Although he only had one wolf tooth tattooed, he cried miserably. It was Han Min who held him tightly, otherwise he wouldn't even have one wolf tooth tattooed.

He coughed heavily, telling Han Min not to mention it.

Unwilling to talk to him anymore, Fu Rang looked at Fu Xun who was sitting diagonally across from him: "Brother Huang..."

He changed his tune and said, "Why did elder brother come here with Han Min?"

Fu Xun said indifferently: "If he wants to come over, bring him over to have a look."

Han Min said, "How did I say I wanted to come here? I was obviously brought here by your carriage."

Fu Xun remained silent, reaching out to pull his hairband, Han Min leaned back: "What are you doing?"

Fu Rang waved his hand in front of the two of them, and hurriedly said, "Don't hit, don't hit."

Fu Rang was deeply impressed by the loss of money for breaking things.

It was the two of them who fought here when they were young and broke other people's cups. As a result, they didn't have enough money, so they had to let the two fighting people stay here as collateral, and he and Wei Gui rushed back to get the money to redeem them.

It was getting late, he and Wei Gui hurried back, and when they came back, there was no one in the building, and Han Min and Fu Xun were sitting at the two ends of a long bench, far away from each other, and no one paid attention to the other. .

As a result, as soon as Fu Xun stood up, Han Min fell, and the two of them fought again. Fu Rang and Wei Gui each pulled one, but they couldn't pull one, and they broke the other's porcelain.

Continue to lose money, endless money.

So Fu Rang was very afraid that they would fight, and he would stop them in time when he saw signs of fighting.

The last time Han Min returned to Yong'an, he saw Fu Xun carrying Han Min back to his bedroom, thinking that the two of them finally stopped fighting.

In the end, there was still a fight if there was a disagreement.

Han Min stood up, "Fu Rang, change your position."

Fu Rang was in a hurry to respond, but seeing Fu Xun's cold gaze, he didn't know whether he should change it or not.

Han Min pushed his arm and urged, "Hurry up, I won't sit across from him."

While dawdling, the guy came up with a wooden tray.

Fu Xun said to Han Min, "Sit down and eat, I won't move you."

Han Min could only sit down in front of him angrily.

The waiter was quite old, and he was busy serving dishes, but his eyes turned between Fu Xun and Han Min.

He smiled and asked, "Have the two guests been to our place before?"

Neither of them spoke, Fu Rang responded: "Yes, we used to come here often, you have a good memory."

"Of course I remember. Every time I come here, I'm noisy and sometimes fight."

Han Min raised his hand, covered his face with his sleeve, and whispered, "It's not me, it's not me."

The guy looked at him again: "That's right."

He pointed to the downstairs side: "As soon as you two came, we all recognized each other. We used to say that you two were 'little friends' behind our backs. For a while, the waiter saw you coming from a distance, so Shout into the hall: 'Little enemy is here, put away your things quickly, don't get smashed.'"

He placed four wine glasses in front of everyone, and asked, "Shouldn't there be any more fights now?"

Han Min, who was so embarrassed and almost got into a fight with Fu Xun just now, hid his face in shame: "No more."

The buddy finally said, "I will order you if there is something to do", and then went down with the tray in his arms.

Han Min put down his sleeves, saw that Fu Xun was still laughing, and glared at him, "It's all because you keep pulling my hairband."

Fu Xun laughed softly and called out, "Little enemy."

"do not talk."

"Little friend?"

Han Min rolled up his sleeves and tried his best to pick up vegetables for him: "Please, eat quickly, don't shout."

The candlelight in the building was bright, and the figures were graceful, all reduced to Han Min's foil.

Han Min didn't have time to eat all day, so he ate seriously for a while and felt half full, so he was about to pick up his wine glass, but Fu Xun held down his hand.

"You can't drink outside."

He raised his hand to beckon the waiter to come over, and pointed to Han Min: "He doesn't wear a crown, bring a pot of tea."

Selling alcohol to minors without authorization, the Holy One personally caught a violation!

The clerk took the wine glass from Han Min's hand and replaced it with a pot of fragrant tea.

He ran down the stairs with his wine glass in his hand: "New news, one of the little friends hasn't got his crown yet!"

Han Min felt a little helpless, and didn't know why they cared so much about this kind of thing.

Holding the teacup in his hand, he sipped the tea in small sips, turned his head to look at Fu Rang and Prince Yue: "Why did you come here to eat?"

Fu Rang said: "The first emperor passed away, and he was still in the period of filial piety. He ate in big restaurants in the city. It was easy to be read by officials, so he hid here."

His feelings for the first emperor are also very shallow.

"As for Uncle Wang, he did it for..."

Prince Yue didn't say much since Shicai, propped his head up and looked out the window.

At this time, drums and music sounded outside the building, and four or five Indian dancers walked out of a temporary cloth tent.

The dancer swings and rotates with the music, her waist is slim and her figure is graceful.

Prince Yue used to have a big heart, a fat body, and a simple and honest figure. When he saw the dancers coming out, he smiled innocently and clapped his hands to the rhythm of the music.

Fu Rang explained: "Uncle Wang can't go to the music workshop, so he has to come to see the exotic dancers and have dinner."

Prince Yue is good at playing musical instruments and dancing, and loves these things the most.

If he is not allowed to go to Lefang, it is better to kill him with one knife, which is more enjoyable.

Han Min understood: "So that's how it is." He also looked out: "Let me take a look too."

Fu Xun only glanced at it, then picked up the bamboo chopsticks, paused in the bowl twice, and then served him some food.

He said coldly: "Have you eaten yet? Is there anything to see?"

Han Min made an objective evaluation of the dance performance brought by Tianzhu Foreign Land with the eye of artistic appreciation: "I think it's very beautiful."

Fu Xun bumped Lord Yue with his elbow, Lord Yue came back to his senses, coughed, picked up his chopsticks and knocked on the edge of the bowl: "Don't look at it, children are not allowed to look at it, eat."

As he spoke, he half closed the window on Han Min's side, while the window on his side was still open.

Han Min looked around again, but couldn't see, so he continued to eat with his head down.

Not long after a meal, Han Min felt full, so he put down the bowl and chopsticks.

The music outside also temporarily stopped, and the Tianzhu dancer was resting.

Prince Yue also turned his head, met his gaze, and specially instructed: "Don't learn to be merciful, because wine and sex will mislead people."

Han Min asked, "What about little Uncle Wang?"

Lord Yue waved his hand and said, "Go for a walk somewhere else after eating. Uncle Wang is getting old and can't walk anymore, so I won't play with you."

At this time, the drums sounded, and the dance music downstairs began again.

Prince Yue concentrated on watching and ignored them.

They went downstairs to go out for a stroll.

The clerk was downstairs too, talking to Mr. Accountant at the counter.

Seeing that they were about to leave, the man joked, "I didn't fight this time, and I didn't stay here until someone redeemed them with money. Come back next time."

Han Min thought for a while, walked a few steps quickly, caught up with Fu Xun who was in front of him, stood on tiptoe, and put his arm around his shoulder.

The announcement was ordinary, and he said to the guy: "We are no longer friends, we have reconciled, and we can't call it that in the future."

The buddy looked at him suspiciously: "I've seen it with my own eyes. It was so fierce when I was a child."

Han Min hugged Fu Xun tightly: "Please explain quickly, we have reconciled long ago."

Fu Xun just pursed his lips and replied, "En."

"Please speak."

"I think 'Little Enemy' is pretty good."

"You are..."

Han Min let go, and Fu Xun grabbed his waist, not letting him go.

Han Min whispered, "Let go."

Fu Xun said, "Since we have reconciled, we should leave like this."

The two left "shoulder to shoulder" and Fu Rang was left behind alone: ​​"Brother? Han Min? Wait for me."

The guy touched his chin: "No way? Are you really reconciled?"

Walking out of the small building, when walking in front of the Tianzhu dancers, a tall and charming girl took off the bead flower she was wearing on her head and threw it at Han Min.

Han Min was about to reach out to pick it up, but unexpectedly, Fu Xun hugged him, dodged to the side, and dodged like a hidden weapon.

He lowered his head, and saw Han Min's silly smile froze on his face.

"What are you doing? They threw it to me."

Fu Xun made an excuse casually: "I didn't stand firm."

After speaking, he took Han Min away.

There are many foreigners in Yong'an City. When Emperor Dezong was in power a few years ago, the household registration of foreigners was opened.

Many people are doing business in the market in the north of the city, and the Tianzhu dancer just now is one of them.

There are a lot of strange things in the market, and Han Min has also found some foreign documents here for the system.

There were a lot of people, Fu Xun put his arms around Han Min's waist all the way, and didn't let go.

Fu Rang followed behind alone, and was scattered by the crowd from time to time, but it was Han Min who stretched out his hand to give him a hand.

He held Han Min's hand tightly: "You guys are walking too fast..."

Fu Xun glanced at it, and then said, "Brother, why are you staring at me?"

Han Min held his hand and looked at Fu Xun, "Why are you staring at him?"

Fu Xun quickly lowered his eyes and said innocently, "I don't."

At this time, I passed a temporary Persian tent with several wooden boxes outside the tent.There was a Persian beauty sitting in front of the tent holding a white Persian cat, helping the cat to smooth its hair with her fingers.

Han Min woke up the system: "Tongzi, isn't this your favorite white cat with long hair and mandarin duck eyes?"

The Persian cat opened its eyes just as he approached.

One blue and one green mandarin duck pupils.

Doing business here all the year round, when the Persian woman saw him coming, she didn't even talk about the price, and just stuffed the cat into Han Min's hands.

Han Min hugged the kitten and smoothed its fur. Perhaps it was too young, so it could only meow softly.

His eye sockets were moist in an instant——

Cats are so cute.

After listening to the price quoted by the Persian woman, Han Min's eyes became even more moist.

Fu Rang hurriedly said, "I'll buy it..."

Fu Xun glanced at him indifferently, but said to Han Min, "From your salary."

Han Min hugged the cat and rubbed its face: "Everything is deducted from my salary. I'm afraid I'm not like this cat. I sold my whole body to you."

Having been punctured by his joke, Fu Xun clenched a fist, pressed it to his lips, and coughed lightly as a cover.

The author has something to say: It’s okay, Jiaojiao, just buy it if you want!

If you can’t pay it back, you will pay off the debt with your own body (cross it out). Anyway, you will receive two salaries from the living man and the queen in the future.

(Gentle reminder for fat students: don’t be coquettish)