After the fan who wrote the emperor was discovered

With his sleeves wet with wine, Han Min leaned against the railing of a high-rise building, trying to dry his sleeves in the evening breeze.

He leaned against the wooden railing, stretched out a hand, and his sleeves hung down, like the wings of a butterfly and a bird.

And the moonlight was cold, as if Han Min's red dress was covered with a light gauze.

He doesn't often wear red clothes, but the color of Zhenghong is really worthy of him.

Fu Xun was standing beside him, with one hand resting on the railing. From this angle, he seemed to be fascinated by the green hills in the north, but in reality he was also looking at Han Min.

After blowing for a while, the sleeves were dry, Han Min coughed twice: "It's getting late, I should go back."

At this time, the key to the palace gate had already been released, and when Fu Xun kept him, he said that he would send someone to take him back later, so he stayed with peace of mind.

So he looked at Fu Xun at this moment, waiting for him to speak.

But Fu Xun looked at him, I don't know if it was on purpose, or if he really forgot.

"what happened?"

"The minister can't go out."

"Then I will send someone to take you out."

"Thank you..."

Before he could finish his thank you, Fu Xun said again, "It's just that you are like this, can you go back?"

Han Min didn't know, and went in: "Huh? How is it?"

Fu Xun stood closer and picked up his sleeve: "He smells like alcohol, and his cheeks are flushed."

Hearing this, Han Min quickly sniffed his sleeves, and then touched his face with the back of his hand.

It seems a little bit.

"Your birthday is on June [-], right? It's only eleven today, and you haven't put on your hat yet. If you go back like this, what will your grandfather say?"

Not only grandpa, but also brother.

Han Min thought for a while, then looked at Fu Xun tentatively: "Then... Your Majesty..."

Fu Xun said: "I sent someone to your house to tell you, are you staying at Funing Hall tonight?"

Just what I want.Both of them thought so.

The envoys of the Song Dynasty had already returned to the post house.

The candle flame moved slightly, Guangning King Zhao Cun and Princess Rongning sat face to face, without saying a word, the marriage contract was casually discarded on the table.

After a long silence, Zhao Cun said, "If it wasn't for that Han Min..."

Princess Rong Ning glanced at him extremely coldly: "This matter has nothing to do with Han Min at all, it is my elder brother who is incompetent and let others take advantage of it."

Zhao Cun slapped the case hard, causing all the silk scripts on the case to jump.He said angrily, "If it wasn't for Han Min, you would have already belonged to the Emperor of Qi by now..."

Princess Rong Ning interrupted him again: "I didn't even think about getting married. Brother made his own decision. He didn't tell me beforehand, but let me end it afterwards. It's too much."

"If it wasn't for you, why would I be like this?"

"For me?" Princess Rongning sneered, "I'm afraid it's for my brother's own future."

Zhao Cun choked, unable to utter a complete sentence: "Why... how? I marry you to the emperor of Qi, and I am the emperor of Qi, brother, what good is it? I... not Planning for you?"

Princess Rong Ning said indifferently: "Do you want me to be clear about it? The marriage letter was signed by the first emperor of Qi and the father, how could it be in the hands of the elder brother? It must be before the envoy, the father summoned it, and the elder brother will definitely send it to you." I stayed in Qi State and gave this item to my elder brother for this purpose. Elder brother has been out every day for the past few days, probably because he is going to see his father's appointment in Yong'an, right?"

She breathed a sigh of relief, calmed down, and her tone was still flat: "The new king of Qi is not easy to mess with. Princess Yuanzhen of the first emperor of Qi, the aunt of you and me, is a lesson from the past. Brother wants to look at me like a concubine Yuan, go The emperor of Qi was buried in the tomb, right?"

"Brother wants to send me to die for the power promised by my father, right?"

Zhao Cun's complexion was green and white, thin cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and blue veins protruded slightly.

Unable to argue with his sister, he just turned his heart away and said nonsense: "Don't talk about things so badly, I know, you don't want to marry the emperor of Qi, you like Han Min."

Princess Rongning took a deep breath and said coldly, "Shut up."

Zhao Cunbiao didn't listen, and continued: "That day in the monastery, you fell in love with him, so you asked me to go up and buy an eagle, and then you pretend to be a good person and rescue him. It's a pity that he doesn't like you, the princess of the enemy country. , I think he has a deep friendship with the Emperor of Qi..."

Princess Rong Ning suddenly stood up, swept the teapots and cups off the table with a flick of her sleeves.

The crackling was scattered all over the ground, the waiter outside the door heard it, and didn't know whether to persuade him or not, and finally pushed a person forward and knocked on the door.

"Princess? Prince?"

The two just kept silent, brother and sister stood facing each other, but seemed to be separated by palace walls one after another.

Princess Rongning looked up at him: "Don't forget, the position of King Guangning was planned for you."

After speaking, she flung her sleeves and left, leaving Zhao Cun alone in the room throwing things.

"Of course I remember! Of course I remember! It was my good sister who presented a treasure at the queen mother's birthday banquet, and I was crowned king. Otherwise, why would they call you 'princess' first and then 'prince'? Otherwise, how could I never Follow your ass?" After a long while, Zhao Cun also walked out of the room full of debris after he knocked down almost everything that could be dropped in the room.

The two attendants quickly followed.

"Master calm down, I heard that there is a place called Tianxiang Tower in Yong'an City, which is the most soothing place, how about taking the prince for a stroll?"

As soon as they left the front foot, a maid reported to Princess Rongning on the back foot.

She was sitting in front of the bronze mirror, took off the gold hairpin and silver ornaments on her head, thought for a while, and said: "When they come back, take two ingots of silver and ask the people around my brother, and they will say that the princess and the prince just had a quarrel. I want to be subdued, but I can't lower my head, so I ask others."

Taking off all the hair accessories, she was holding a gold hairpin in her hand, and she unknowingly made a deep mark on the palm of her hand.

A while ago, Tianxiang Building and Songzhu Pavilion on the opposite side carried out labor reform vigorously. Many girls and boys left with good certificates, and there were not many people left, and it was a little deserted for a while.

Standing in front of the building, Zhao Cun thumped his attendant on the head: "That's it?"

He turned around to go back, when he suddenly saw a drunk man who was about to walk into the building.

Not surprisingly, he was stopped, but the man was clearly drunk, so he wanted to force his way in: "You dare to stop me? Do you know who I am?"

"Master Ji, don't embarrass us, Lord Xin has already ordered..."

Zhao Cun vaguely heard this sentence, frowned, and turned to look at the attendant beside him: "Who is that?"

"It seems to be the nephew of Wang Xin Wang Li Shu with a different surname, called Ji Heng."

"Li Shu, the one who took away the marriage contract at today's banquet?"

"Yes."

Zhao Cun rolled his eyes, strode forward, stood beside Ji Heng, smiled and bowed to him: "Young Master Ji is polite."

Late at night, a goshawk pierced through the thick night and flew into the palace wall.

The people in Yingshe received the secret letter, changed their clothes, and hurried to Funing Hall.

Fu Xun stood in front of the porch, reading the note through the lantern under the eaves.

——Zhao Cun and Ji Heng make friends.

Fu Xun only glanced at it, then asked, "Which eagle sent it back?"

After saying this, he immediately added: "Respond in a low voice."

Do not wake up the people in the temple.

"Yes." The man lowered his voice, "Return to Your Majesty, it's the cotton from the Songzhu Pavilion."

That is, the young man in white who plays the piano in the Songzhu Pavilion.

Tianxiang Building and Songzhu Pavilion were not very clean, and there were often spies in there to inquire about the news. In the past few months, they had been secretly rectified, borrowing the name of labor reform for mending summer clothes and weaving coir raincoats.

The son who played the piano was sent by Fu Xunzhi to play cotton. Later, Fu Xun took him for his own use and placed him in the Songzhu Pavilion. He also called him cotton under the pseudonym.

Fu Xun nodded: "Send someone to tell Li Shu that he will do whatever Ji Heng wants to do recently."

The man took the lead.

In the hall, Han Min drank some wine, the alcohol was a little strong, and he had just drank hangover soup. At this time, he was leaning on the couch, holding a soft pillow in his arms, taking a nap with his eyes closed, and he didn't know if he fell asleep.

Fu Xun stepped forward and patted his face: "Don't sleep here."

Han Min opened his eyes in a daze, and said firmly, "I'm not asleep."

Fu Xun sat down in front of him: "You rest, wait for a while before going to take a bath."

Han Min nodded, "Yes."

He hugged the pillow, thought for a while, and said, "What will your Majesty do with the envoys of the Song Dynasty?"

"Rong Ning can win over."

"I'm afraid it's not that easy for her to betray her blood relatives."

"King Guangning is already stupid enough, there is already a gap between the two of them, Rong Ning will find it himself."

"Yes, she should be very smart."

Fu Xun's face darkened: "You haven't seen her a few times, so you praised her for being smart."

"She did..."

Han Min raised his eyes slightly, seeing his displeasure, he stopped talking.

"What does Your Majesty plan to do with Song?"

"Wait for the reform to achieve a little success before making plans."

"Alright."

Stayed overnight in Funing Hall, the next morning, Han Min had breakfast in Funing Hall, before Fu Xun sent a carriage to take him back.

When Han Min went back, the family members were also up, and Han Shi was fiddling with daggers in the yard.

His legs and feet have been treated by Mrs. Liang recently. Although he is still in a wheelchair, the two brothers Wei Gui and Wei Huan who practice martial arts together have bought him many light weapons for him to practice martial arts.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Han Shi patted the wheelchair, turned around, and faced him.

"Want to come back?"

"Why did brother say such a thing?"

"When others go to the banquet, they always leave the palace when the palace gate is closed. It is you who have to wait for the palace gate to open and close before leaving the palace."

Han Min walked up to his elder brother and sat down on the steps in the courtyard: "Elder brother didn't know something, the situation was urgent at that time, the envoy of the Song Dynasty..."

Han Zhiyi waved his hand: "You don't need to say it, I already know it."

"How did brother know? Could it be that the matter of my three questions about King Guangning at the palace banquet spread outside the palace so quickly?"

"Just now two of your friends came to see you, they told me about it."

"Which two?"

"One is Wen Yan, and the other claims to be Chu Yu."

"Oh, so it's the two of them, then I'll wait..."

Han Shi interrupted him: "When they heard that you hadn't come back from the palace, they weren't very surprised. I think you often stay in the palace. I asked them, and Chu Yu said that they would know all about it when they read the scriptures in the future. That’s it. This script, what kind of script?”

Han Min gritted his teeth, wishing he could catch Chu Yu now and beat him up.

Literati write scripts for each other, how can they implicate the elder brother?

Fortunately, my brother is now in a wheelchair, otherwise I have to stand up and beat him up.

Han Shi asked again: "Why don't you talk anymore? What kind of script is it?"

Han Min lowered his head and scratched his hands: "It's... Your Majesty..."

A shadow suddenly fell in front of him, and when he raised his head, he almost couldn't sit still.

"Eh? Brother, why are you standing up?"

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