After the fan who wrote the emperor was discovered

After traveling for more than ten days, it was not until he returned home with his elder brother watching over him that Han Min finally calmed down a bit, curled up on the couch and slept all morning.

When I woke up, it was noon.

He rubbed his eyes and sat up holding the quilt.

Behind the screen, Han Shi was outside.

Han Shi was kneeling in front of the desk, and was writing something with a pen. He wrote carefully, drawing stroke by stroke slowly.

Han Min lifted the quilt and was about to go to bed.

Han Shi heard the movement and turned his head to look: "Are you up?"

"Ah."

Han Min took the clothes from the bedside, put them on, and walked out while tying the clothes.

He leaned over to Han Shi and took a look: "What are you writing, brother?"

Han Min took a closer look: "Huh?"

The system has a spoiler function. Some time before the Han family was ransacked, the system told him that something might happen to the Han family.

It's just that the system was unclear at that time, so Han Min made two preparations.

One is to let the family members be more careful to see if they can avoid this disaster.

The second is that he secretly saved money by himself, thinking that if it really didn't work, he would take his family to the south and cross the sea to Ryukyu Island.

Later, of course, he couldn't avoid this matter, and he didn't succeed, so he settled down in Tongzhou.

He saved some money himself, but he couldn't sit still.

He was born as a criminal minister, and others dare not use him.

Fortunately, his handwriting is beautiful, and Grandpa Han watched him practice for more than ten years, so in the past two years in Tongzhou, he went out to write letters for others, and also copied some books to earn a little money.

Before he left, he took over a job of copying books, but he only went to Liuzhou for a while, so he delayed.

What Han Zhi is copying now is that book.

Probably thinking of Han Min's hard work, so I copied two sheets for him.

Han Min said, "Leave it alone, brother, I'll copy it later."

Han Shi put down his pen: "Your handwriting is too difficult to imitate."

"Brother is used to holding swords..."

Han Min came to his senses, didn't say any more, and quietly glanced at his brother's expression.

Han Shi didn't realize it, and just said: "If I knew today, when I was young, my grandfather watched us practice calligraphy, so I shouldn't have run out to play. But there is one more thing, I want to ask you—"

He put down his pen and picked up the stack of papers at the bottom.

Han Min's face changed, he clearly placed the thing at the bottom, how could it be...

Han Zhi put the things on the case.

It was a stack of manuscripts, the top few large characters should be the title of the book——

"Two or Three Things Between the Holy One and the Censor"

Of course it's not true, the real emperors of Daqi are all 50 to [-] years old.

The stories are all Han Min's own thoughts.

As for the content of the writing, it can also be seen from the title of the book.

Han Shidao: "A few days ago, I wanted to copy the books for you, but I found this from your book case. What is it?"

Han Min touched the tip of his nose and looked away guiltily: "This is..."

"I just said, if you just copy books for others, the amount of money will not match."

Han Min argued softly, "This is the first book."

Han Zhi looked up: "Huh?"

Han Min lowered his voice even more: "In the past, I only helped people continue the script for two years, but this is the first one I wrote myself."

Han Zhi laughed out loud: "You have survived for many years?"

"of course."

Han Zhi smiled again, and put the manuscript back: "Forget it, just write it, there is no other way. Just don't let grandpa know."

Han Min nodded, picked up the scroll on the case, and covered the manuscript: "I know."

Han Shi asked again: "Hey, Wen Yushi in the book, did you write it according to Wen Yan?"

Han Min looked up: "How do you know?"

"You're stupid. Your surname is Wen in the story books. He's the only one we know with the surname Wen."

"Oh, really? Then change the surname to 'Han'."

Han Shi frowned: "Who is the sage in the book compared to?"

Han Min spoke confidently, "Your Majesty Ding."

"You just changed your surname to 'Han'? Han Min, you..."

"Brother, there is no one-to-one correspondence between literary and artistic creation and real life. And I mean the 'cold' of heaven and earth, mountains and water, temperature and cold!"

"is it?"

"Yes."

"Okay, as long as you know it in your heart, don't let grandpa know."

"Ah."

Han Shi watched him tidy up the book case, carefully hid the manuscript, and finally said to him: "There is food for you, it is heating on the kitchen stove, go and eat."

He reached out and took his brother's hand.

There is a thin callus on the palm of the tiger's mouth and palm that is used to holding a sword.

"what happened?"

Han Zhi shook his head, only feeling uncomfortable in his heart.

Han Min shook his hand instead, and said with a smile, "It doesn't matter, I quite like writing scripts."

Han Shi let go of his hand, urged him to eat, and sighed when he saw him leave the room with his own eyes.

He picked up the crutch leaning against the wall, hooked the wooden wheelchair not far away with the end of the crutch, then stood up with difficulty while supporting the crutch, fell down on the wheelchair, and let out a long sigh of relief.

It's a very simple movement, Han Shi did it, but even the tip of his nose was sweating.

There was still a fire in the stove in the kitchen, heating the food in the pot.

After Han Min washed up, he ate with a bowl in the kitchen.

Mrs. Yuan just came back from shopping.

"Son, are you up?"

"Ah."

Lady Yuan put down the vegetable basket: "Wait a minute, mother will fry an egg for you."

Han Min hurriedly said, "No, no, I'm full."

"Soon. You've been out for so long, you look hungry and thin."

Han Min complained in a low voice: "Prince Ding will not refuse to give me food."

Lady Yuan had already rolled up her sleeves and took an egg from the basket.

"Do you want?"

"Yes, don't be distracted, be more focused."

Lady Yuan laughed.

Han Min took a mouthful of rice, thought for a while, and said, "Mother, my brother..."

"What's wrong? Did your brother bully you?"

"No, it's my brother's leg..."

Thinking of this, Lady Yuan was also a little sad.

She was silent for a while, but she pretended to be relaxed and said, "What's the matter? Mother just raised him, that's how he was raised when he was a child."

"I mean, it would be great if I could go back to Yong'an City. The doctors in Tongzhou City don't like it, and the old doctor Liang in the palace may not be able to do it."

"Yes, Old Madam Liang may be able to do it."

Lady Yuan turned the egg over with a spatula.

She sighed and asked: "Mother knows that you went to Liuzhou this time, one is to repay the kindness King Ding gave to our family in the past, and the other is to serve the people of Liuzhou. Mother asked you something, don't say that mother is snobbish, you This trip, what will King Ding say to our family?"

"Prince Ding, let me rest assured."

"So it will be rehabilitated?"

"should be."

Lady Yuan breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

Han Min said: "I think, the old doctor Liang is nearly sixty this year, and he will retire and return to his hometown in two years. Our family will be rehabilitated, and it will be in the next two years. When I am cleared of my status as a criminal minister, I will go to Taking the imperial examination, you can probably be mixed up with the county magistrate..."

Lady Yuan scooped up the fried egg with a spatula, and put the fried egg into Han Min's bowl: "Come on, be careful it's hot."

Han Min continued: "Old doctor Liang's ancestral home is in Yangzhou. I will go to Yangzhou when the time comes. Old doctor Liang also watched me and my brother grow up. I beg him, he will definitely not ignore my brother."

When he said this, Mrs. Yuan also had some hope in her heart, but it didn't show on her face.She was afraid that if this matter could not be done, Han Min would be sad in the future.

So she just smiled and said, "It's still far away, that's all you think about."

Han Min said in a low voice, "I still want to get back those boxes of manuscripts that Grandpa was confiscated."

At the mention of this, Lady Yuan's complexion suddenly darkened: "Just because of those boxes of manuscripts, you have been sent to prison once, and you are still thinking about it."

Han Min argued: "Mother, I was not imprisoned because of the manuscripts, the Holy Majesty hated our family in the first place. If there is such a thing, I will go to the prison..."

Lady Yuan waved her hand, she was too lazy to listen to him, and said coldly: "Eat quickly."

Han Min blew on the freshly cooked fried egg and took a bite.

I only heard Mrs. Yuan say: "You want to heal your brother's leg, mother has no objection. But the manuscript is a dead thing, let alone a few boxes of manuscripts, even dozens of boxes, hundreds of boxes, can't compare with you and you. Brother. Your grandpa thinks so too."

"I know."

But those manuscripts were things that Grandpa Han had accumulated for half his life, and Han Min had watched his grandpa write things and put them in them since he was a child.

As a literati, Han Min really felt distressed.

After lunch, Han Min went back to his room.

Tidy up the baggage brought back from going out.

He doesn't have many things, just a few changes of clothes, and the pens that literati carry with them, which contain pens and ink.

At the end of tidying up, Han Min realized that three bank notes and a land deed were neatly pressed on the bottom of the bundle.

I don't know when Fu Xun let it in.

Now Han Min never went back.

He stood up and walked to the corner.

There is a bookshelf on one wall in his room, which is full of scrolls, all of which were collected by Grandpa Han in the past.There are still some that cannot be put down, and they are all piled up together.

Han Min removed the scroll in the corner and took out a wooden box from it.

Inside the wooden box were two silver ingots and several strings of copper coins.

This is the money that Han Min saved before the Han family's accident. There was a box full of it, but after two years, this is all that is left.

He put the bank notes and title deeds at the bottom of the box.

The system asked: "Are you not going to use it?"

Han Min thought about it, "We'll use it when we need it urgently. As for the land deed, it's winter and it's too troublesome to move around. We'll wait until the new year is over."

The system added: "To be honest, I think King Ding treats you very well now."

Han Min closed the wooden box: "I think so too."

"Then why do you think that you can only take the imperial examination and be a county magistrate?"

"To be an official in the court, one must either be a son of an aristocratic family, or be an official through the imperial examination. Jinshi mostly starts from the county magistrate."

"Imagine boldly, maybe Ding Wang will let you be an official directly?"

"I don't think so."

"why?"

"You do not understand."

Han Min hid the wooden box, stood up, sat in front of the desk, rubbed the ink with his left hand, and was about to start copying.

He held his head up: "Tong, do you know why Mr. Wen Yan and Mr. Wen run around with King Ding?"

"He is an aide of King Ding."

"Why does he want to be King Ding's staff?"

"Then how do I know?"

"Because the title of Marquis Wenyuan's Mansion is in his generation, the court will take it back. In order to keep the title, he chose Fu Xun early after the death of the prince. If the son of Marquis Wenyuan Mansion is like this, how can I Can you become an official directly?"

When the ink was almost ready, Han Min put down the ink ingot and picked up the brush to dip in the ink.

Han Min thought for a while, and said to the system, "It's all your fault."

The system was dissatisfied: "Why do you blame me?"

"It's not that you only told me 'Prince Ding will be the emperor', but didn't say who is the king, which caused me to miss the opportunity in the early stage and fail to win Fu Xun's favor."

"It's clear that you don't recognize yourself..."

"Who can recognize him? He was a little fat man when he was a child. Among the ten or so princes, I looked left and right, but I didn't see that he had the appearance of an emperor. Who knew that after he grew (zhang) and grew (chang)... Did it change after high school?"

"Even if you don't recognize him, don't fight with him."

"He hit me too! And at that time, he was obviously the one looking for it, so he insisted..."

Han Min threw himself on the table angrily.

What did Fu Xun say at that time?

Fu Xun, a fat seven-year-old man, poked him on the shoulder and said, "I am the third prince. Which family do you belong to? Why haven't I seen you before? How about this? You can call me 'Third Brother', and you will be my son from now on." little brother."

Han Min blinked and blinked: "I don't want it."

Han Min refused, and Fu Xun insisted on accepting him as his younger brother.

As a result, the two of them fought and rolled down the rockery. Han Min broke his hand, Fu Xun broke his leg, and the old doctor Liang in the palace put them in the same room for treatment.

After raising them for four months, the two of them didn't reconcile in the end.

It was also this fight that opened the prelude to the years-long struggle between the two from the palace to the academy.

Therefore, in Han Min's memory, his relationship with Fu Xun was not very good.When I was a child, I was noisy, and I would fight hard when I was arguing hard, and I often asked people to persuade me to fight.

After growing up, both of them learned to restrain themselves.Especially Fu Xun, he became moody and angry.

Even though they have done enough superficial work, the relationship between the two of them has only eased a little on the bright side.

Han Min is now regretful, very regretful.

"It would have been nice if I had promised him at that time. It wouldn't be difficult to call out 'Three Brothers'. Why didn't I call out at that time? I even fought with him."

The system shouted: "Calm down, we literati should strengthen ourselves!"

Han Min fell to the ground, twisted his body like a dead fish, struggled a bit, and said weakly, "I don't want to work hard anymore. Now I call Fu Xun three hundred times 'Third Brother'. Can he still accept me as a younger brother?"

The author has something to say:

The childhood sweetheart mentioned earlier - "Fu Xun thinks"

What I’m talking about here is tit-for-tat—”In Han Min’s memory”

all right

Min Min: My lord, I don't want to work hard anymore

Prince: Land Deed × 1, Bank Note × 3, Property Transfer × 999

Min Min: Thank you, my lord

Wang Ye: Still called Wang Ye?