After the fan who wrote the emperor was discovered

On the day Han Min put on the crown, he received many gifts.

The Han family gave him, his friends gave him, and the palace gave him.

It is rare for the people around to have a reward from the palace, and everything is properly put on the record.

But Fu Xun was afraid that he would not need it, so he asked the person who delivered the decree to bring him the paper, pen and ink box. He will use it when he enters the palace tomorrow.

The Han family members received the decree in the courtyard, and after thanking them, Wei Gui, who came to pass the decree, asked the palace people to send all the things to Han Min's room.

The Han family was all there, so Han Li was naturally there too.

Standing behind Han Min, he looked at the rewards like flowing water, and then looked at Han Min who was standing and joking with Tanhualang Chu Yu and Lord Yushi Wen Yan, and suddenly remembered the scene of his crowning ceremony a few years ago.

Their family is in Tongzhou City, which can be regarded as the family of a small rich man.Because of the four brothers, he was the only one who was a scholar, and the crowning ceremony was also very grand.

At that time, Grandpa Han had not returned to Tongzhou, and it was an elder of the family who tied the crown for him.Although he is also highly respected, he is not as good as the old Han historian who was praised by the former emperor as "the head of civil officials".

His family members don't know much about elegance, and the gifts they received were just ordinary things.It is neither as luxurious as the coral Han Min received, nor as rare as his solitary ancient book.

The elder said that he has the talent of the number one scholar, and he will become a great weapon in the future.

He also thought the same way. When he was young, his teacher said that he was quite talented, and he was far ahead of his classmates in the private school.

Later, I took the examination of scholar and juren, which was also a rare first job in a barren land like Tongzhou.

He has always been pretentious until Yongan came.

Old senior officer Liu said that his essay was not good, so he admitted it and corrected it carefully.

But how could Han Min say something wrong?

Han Min just got a little more chance than him, and got a lot more favor from others.

His grandfather used to be the head of civil servants, and his teacher was Liu Lao Xueguan.

Several friends, up to the prime minister, the censor, and the down-and-out number one scholar, all made friends with him.

The emperor also liked him, but he didn't know it yet.

Han Li stood where he was, dazed for a while.

When he regained his senses, the palace people had already sent all the things to Han Min's room, and Han Min sent the Wei Gui and the servants who delivered the decree outside the door, and happily went out to hang out with his friends.

Han Li suppressed the unconvinced feeling in his heart, and was about to go back to study, when suddenly a servant called him.

"Young master."

He turned his head, and the boy handed him a folded piece of paper: "I heard that Mr. Tang lost his poem manuscript. We found it when we were cleaning the courtyard."

He paused, then took the paper: "Thank you."

This is what he deliberately left in the inner house for Liu Yu to see.

He fully thought that since he didn't have the opportunity like Han Min, he should create a relationship by himself.

But I don't want Liu Yuli to have such a cold face.

The boy said again: "Be careful in the future."

He was too sensitive, even this sentence, he thought it was the boy mocking him.

Han Li waved his sleeves and was about to leave. When he reached the corridor, he heard someone knocking on the door.

He quickly stepped forward to open the door, frowning displeasedly: "What's wrong?"

Two little maids stood outside the door with gift boxes in their hands, and whispered softly: "The servants are the maids of Princess Rongning of the Song Dynasty. The princess heard that Mrs. Han Min Han is wearing a crown today, so it is inconvenient to come here. Prepare a small gift, and specially order the servants to send it to you." Come."

See, even the princess befriended him.

Han Li sneered: "He's not here, so he went out."

The little maids looked at each other and said again: "Then can you ask this young master to help us..."

Han Li was about to turn his head to call Xiao Zizi to come over, then rolled his eyes and took the gift box from their hands: "I put it in his room, so he can see it when he comes back."

The little maid thanked her and left, Han Li took the things and went to Han Min's room.

The people from the palace just delivered things inside, but the door was only closed and not locked.

The room was full of presents that Han Min received today, and there were almost no room for several desks.

Han Li put down the gift box, looked at the room full of things, and thought of himself again.

He stretched out his hand, slowly flicked the things that didn't belong to him, and walked around the room.

Finally, he stopped in front of the desk where Han Min usually wrote. The scrolls on the desk were piled up in a mess, and the manuscript paper placed in the middle was printed with the ink marks left by him when he wrote on the last piece of paper.

Han Li glanced casually and saw the word "Holy One" in a daze.

He froze for a moment, his outstretched hand stopped in the air, struggled for a moment, and then rummaged through the desk.

What did Han Min write these two characters for no reason?

Finally, he found a stack of manuscripts at the bottom of several volumes.

He glanced quickly, his heart beating violently.

When Han Min wrote these filthy things, he still used the Holy One as the main character.

As a minister in the court, reputation is the most important thing.If this matter is found out by others, the Holy One will be furious, and what will happen to Han Min...

Holding the manuscript in his hand, he was thinking about what to do when there was a soft sound outside.

Originally guilty of being a thief, he quickly put the manuscript back to its original place and went out to have a look. It turned out to be the white cat raised by Han Min.

Han Min had brought it to get familiar with the house earlier, so he let it run around without restraining it.

Han Li wiped his face, only to realize that his face was covered with cold sweat.

He thought about it again, the matter of Han Min's writing came out, and he didn't know if it would involve his family, so he should wait and see, and he was not in a hurry to open it.

But his gift—

Han Li glanced back, quickly stepped forward to grab the white cat, threw it into Han Min's room, and closed the door.

It would be better to smash the red coral ornament, and it would be better to destroy all of Han Min's things.

Songyan Scholar's Words Book is published every month, and the outside is crowded with people.

Every time Han Min saw it, he felt satisfied and pleased.

But this time it's different.

Han Min originally wanted to suppress Chu Yu and the others with his own script, but if the script didn't sell well, Chu Yu and the others would stop writing it.

But he didn't want to, Chu Yu was a noble son who didn't care about money at all, a thousand dollars couldn't buy him happiness, and he gave away hundreds of volumes of scriptures as soon as he said he would give them away.

The more people came, the more "Prime Minister" scripts they bought, and the more "Liang Lang" scripts they gave away.

Looking at the crowd outside the bookstore, Han Min silently shed tears of poverty and regret.

Chu Yu patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, this is the first book."

"How many more?"

"and also……"

Before he could answer, he heard the bang of a gong not far away.

It was that man again, the man who had to beat the gong on the street every time Songyan Scholar changed roles.

Having met him two or three times, Han Min is already familiar with him.

But this time Songyan Scholar didn't change, why did he strike the gong again?

He said in a loud voice: ""Living Man" borrows the wind from "Prime Minister", borrows the Dongfeng from Songyan Scholar, and Baishi Bookstore uses the Dongfeng Songyan Scholar to praise other writers, shameless!"

Han Min was so moved that his eyes filled with tears again, and he said with emotion: "It's justice from heaven."

The faces of the other three were not very good, Chu Yu squeezed his face: "Just wait and see, he will soon find out that "Liang" is good, and then defect to us."

The people at Baishi Bookstore were also afraid of the man who beat the gong.His love is also strong, and his hatred is also raging. Every time he sells Songyan Scholar's scriptures, he must be the one at the top.

When he got the script, he had to scan it hastily first.

If it was changed, he would beat the gong and curse at others, and then be persuaded by others to come down and sit on the steps and cry.

When the crying is over, he has to watch what should be read, and he will not be delayed from doing things after watching it.

So later on, others got used to it and let him go.

On the contrary, as soon as he struck the gong, everyone knew that there was a new change in the script this time.

At this time, the boy from Baishi Bookstore also came out, grabbed him, and persuaded him with nice words.

"The guest officer doesn't know something. Songyan Moke knew about this "Living Man" long before it came out..."

On the other side, Han Min said to Chu Yu, "Let's wait and see."

He regained his previous self-confidence, snorted at him, and walked towards the bookstore with his arms folded. When he passed by the man, he patted him on the shoulder and said, "That's right, keep going."

The young man recognized Han Min, and after hearing what he said, he said helplessly, "Young Master Han, please don't make trouble."

Han Min smiled at him: "Alright, I'll go."

He detoured in through the back door of the bookstore, probably to seek Mr. Ge's argument.

At this time, Chu Yu and his party also stepped forward, and Chu Yu said to the boy, "Go, get another copy of "Liangzi"."

The young man also recognized him, knowing that he spent a lot of money at the bookstore in the morning, so he didn't dare to neglect, so he hurried in and got a new one.

Chu Yu took the story book, flipped through it, and found out the few pages that he thought were the best written, and handed it to the man: "Come, show me."

The man is mighty and unyielding: "Don't look at it, I only look at Songyan Scholar."

Chu Yu glanced at him, and returned the script to the boy: "Read it to him."

He just said: "I don't listen."

"read."

The little guy also murmured in his heart, the fun of rich people is so strange.

But since Chu Yu is now a big customer of the bookstore, he has no choice but to read to that person at the top of his voice.

Although it was the first time for the three of them to write, but there was a living living man and the Holy Master as references in front of them, and the two of them were always sticky without knowing it.Even if the daily notes recorded by Chu Yu are moved over and changed, maybe they can sell well.

The little guy read the most interesting passage. The emperor always liked to bully the little living man when he was a child. The two of them were studying in the academy and sat at the next table.

Once the little living man fell asleep lying on the desk, and the little emperor played with his hair and pinched his face.

He was always awake, so the little emperor lifted his head up, put his sleeves on him as a pillow, and then splashed some water on the corners of his mouth and his sleeves.

When someone got up, he said that he was drooling while pressing his sleeve.

The little living man was flushed with embarrassment when he got up, and he was very kind to the little emperor in those few days. The little emperor would play with his hair if he wanted to play with his hair, and pinch his face if he wanted to, and he was obedient.

In the end, it was because the little emperor wanted to repeat the same trick, but was discovered by Xiao Qilang, and the two fought again.

This paragraph is written by Wen Yan and adapted from real events.

He was sitting behind Han Min at that time, seeing him fight like this every day, it was so annoying to death.

Annoyed by them interrupting my study, and even more annoyed by Han Min who played like this every day and won the first place in the article he wrote.

After the young man finished reading this paragraph, he looked up at the man.

There was a fatherly smile on the man's face, he deliberately slowed down his tone, and said to the boy kindly: "Give me a copy."

Chu Yu nodded with satisfaction: "Brother, good eyesight."

Wen Yan didn't expect that there were still people who would like to watch the disturbing scenes he used to watch every day.He thought that Fu Xun was bullying Han Min, and only Fu Xun was enjoying himself. It turned out that there were other people who understood him.

In the end Chu Yu raised Xie Yan's hand, borrowed his hand and shouted: "Liang is the best!"

In the backyard of Baishi Bookstore, Han Min sat next to Mr. Ge with his mouth pursed, and the two of them sat on the steps.

Mr. Ge glanced at him quietly: "You know?"

"It's clearly agreed, my script will be sold together with theirs..."

Mr. Ge reminded softly: "But they don't sell it."

Han Min stomped his feet angrily: "That can't be bundled, I quit."

"That was the same day you brought it up."

Han Min couldn't speak, and turned his head to look elsewhere.

Mr. Ge said again: "Then I'll go talk to the shopkeeper? Anyway, you can talk now."

Han Min pursed his lips: "That's okay, writing is a matter between literati, and it's different when it comes to bookstores."

At this time, the three people who wrote the script also came in, greeted Mr. Ge, and sat down beside Han Min.

Seeing that he was a little unhappy, Chu Yu handed him the book and said with a smile, "Would you like to read it? That book fan of yours has also started to read it."

Han Min returned the things and said decisively, "I don't want it."

"The chapters are well written, just take a look."

He looked at Wen Yan hesitantly. It was Wen Yan's first time writing this kind of thing, and he was a little guilty and didn't dare to meet his gaze.

He just said: "It's just that I saw it a lot when I was young, so I wrote it casually."

Upon hearing this, Han Min subconsciously said: "Fart, Fu Xun and I fought every day when we were young, how can there be anything that can be written in the script?"

He flipped through the script angrily: "Let me see what Bian Zhang has made up."

After only reading two pages, he stopped reading, rolled the book into a roll, and threw it into Wen Yan's arms.

"Bianzhang himself is a childhood sweetheart and the rightful empress, but now he arranges for me instead."

Especially unwilling to get involved with Fu Xun, Wen Yan said: "Why do you have the nerve to say such a thing? I was sitting behind you at that time, and how many times did you implicate me in your fight with the Holy One?"

Han Min stiffened his neck and said, "If he treats me even a little bit..." He paused, "Friendly, I'll put on the crown today, and he won't stop coming."

Wen Yan understood: "So it's because of this." He looked at Chu Yu: "It's okay, he wasn't angry because of the script, he was annoyed that the Holy Majesty didn't come to see him."

Everyone else laughed, only Han Min turned his head away and didn't speak.

After dinner at home in the evening, Han Min sent his friends away and wandered outside the door.Using the excuse of taking a walk again, he took Han Pei and waited outside for a while.

Even Han Pei noticed it and asked, "Who is Second Brother waiting for?"

Without waiting, Han Min turned around to go back, and replied simply: "No one."

There was a rattling sound of horseshoes coming from behind, which slowed down as they approached, and disappeared again.

Han Min didn't bother to look back, he had already seen it many times.Han Pei turned his head to take a look, and tugged at his sleeve.

"Second brother, the Holy Majesty is looking for you."

Han Pei no longer calls him "that man".

When Han Min turned his head, he saw Fu Xun standing in front of him.

At this time, the twilight was closing in and the stars and lights were dimly lit. They all fell behind him and turned into nothingness. Only Fu Xun stood in front of him.

Covered by the darkness, Han Min blinked quickly and called out, "Your Majesty."

Fu asked, "What are you doing outside?"

"A walk, a walk after dinner."

"Then go out for a walk?"

"it is good."

Fu Xun looked at Han Pei who was standing beside him again, and said to him, "Your house is just ahead, you go back."

Han Pei was unwilling and didn't listen to him, but just looked at his dear second brother.

Unexpectedly, Qinqin's second brother said to him: "Then I'll take Brother Pei back."

As he said that, Han Min took his hand and walked towards home. Fu Xun followed behind the two of them through the deep alley.

Han Min pushed open the wooden door: "You go back and go to bed early."

Han Pei had no choice but to go back and met Han Shi in the yard. Han Shi asked, "Didn't you go out with your second brother? Where is your second brother?"

"I was going to come back, but then the Holy Spirit came, and the second brother left with the Holy Spirit."

Han Zhi was silent for a while, and beckoned him over: "Come on, brother will teach you how to do the Emei stab."

After sending Han Pei home safely, Han Min closed the door of the house and turned to look at Fu Xun.

"Where does Your Majesty want to go?"

"I asked them to prepare horses and just walk around."

"it is good."

He walked down the steps and suddenly thought of something: "Is the injury on your hand okay? If you are riding a horse?"

What he was talking about was the wound on the tiger's mouth of Fu Xun's right hand, which was not healed because the gash was too deep.

"Go back and repack."

Han Min glanced at him, grabbed his wrist, and glanced at his wound.

He himself came here on horseback, because he had to hold the rein, and blood was faintly seeping under the coarse cloth wrapped up.

Han Min asked, "Do you have to ride a horse?"

"I have something to show you."

Han Min scratched his head: "That's it."

At this time, when he walked out of the alley, the guards outside were waiting with their horses.

In the end, he boldly proposed a compromise: "If Your Majesty still trusts my riding skills, why don't Your Majesty ride with me?"

Fu Xun held back his smile and the urge to immediately agree, and responded lightly: "Alright."

He agreed, and Han Min reached out to touch the black mane of the horse.Then he got on the horse, held the reins tightly, reined in the horse and took two steps back, stopped in front of Fu Xun, and stretched out his hand towards him.

In this way, Fu Xun didn't have to hold the rein when riding together.

What a way.

It was when Han Min was hugged by his waist that he felt a little regretful.

He thought he was a substitute driver.

But now being hugged by Fu Xun, it was very itchy.His waist was itchy, and Fu Xun's breath hit his ears and neck, which was also itchy.

Now that he tied up his hair, his fair neck was exposed to Fu Xun, and Fu Xun could see it when he lowered his eyes.

Itchy everywhere.

Han Min settled his mind: "Where is Your Majesty going?"

"Enter the palace."

Perhaps because of the cold wind blowing when he came, Fu Xun's voice was slightly hoarse.The voice of the voice penetrated into his ears like that, and Han Min was extremely uncomfortable.

He let go of the rein and the horse moved forward slowly.

He himself was uncomfortable, and he didn't dare to go too fast.

"Your Majesty, stay away from me."

"It will fall."

Han Min tilted his head to avoid the rushing breath when he spoke: "Just don't talk next to my ear."

Fu Xun said, "But I'm afraid you won't hear clearly."

"No, I can hear you clearly."

In the end, Fu Xun let him go and stopped teasing him deliberately.

The horse's pace quickened—according to the speed of Han Min's horse, I'm afraid I won't be able to enter the palace until tomorrow.

After a while, Fu Xun said again: "You went the wrong way."

Han Min looked back: "Huh?"

"Xuanwu Street, you've passed." "Oh, sorry, I made a mistake."

Only then did Han Min come to his senses, he responded several times, and turned his horse's head.

Fortunately, there were not many people on the road at this time.

In order to ease the embarrassment, Han Min casually said a few gossips: "When I was young, I watched them ride horses, and they were always two by two, and every time they rode a horse, they would sing."

He was talking about another time when he was a child, in modern times.

The songs sung include but are not limited to It's a sunny day, let's ride our horses.

He said with a smile: "I felt that riding a horse was fun at that time, but when I rode a horse for the first time in the racecourse, the little pony knocked me down immediately, and I suddenly felt that I never wanted to ride a horse again."

"I don't like riding a horse very much now. Every time I ride a horse, it means that I have to go out alone. It's like going to Liuzhou before, and it's like coming to Yong'an from Tongzhou last time."

Fu Xun didn't speak.

At this time, the horse walked to Xuanwu Street and was about to enter the palace gate.

Horses were not allowed in the palace, Han Min patted his arm and asked him to get down, but Fu Xun sat still.

"It's okay, there is still a long way to Zichen Palace, you ride in."

The guards opened the palace door to let them in. Before they could take two steps, Fu Xun turned his head away and blew a whistle.

The horse received the message and galloped forward. Han Min was caught off guard for a moment, was startled by it, and couldn't help screaming.

Fu Xun took the reins and took Han Min into his arms.

The horse ran fast on the straight palace road, Han Min's hands and feet were limp, and he leaned against Fu Xun's arms, not wanting to move.

Originally, Han Min had a small frame and a small stature. He looked small and very thin, and he looked even thinner when he was held in his arms.

At this time, he leaned over, but Fu Xun backed away instead.

He heard his own heartbeat gradually overlap with Han Min's frightened heartbeat.

Han Min felt lingering fear and patted his heart: "Why is it running around all of a sudden?"

Fu Xun didn't change his face, looking down at his fair cheeks: "Maybe he's upset."

Stopping near Zichen Hall, Fu Xun turned over and landed, reaching out his hand to Han Min.

Han Min ignored him and jumped off the horse by himself.Still a little weak in the legs, but it frightened him.

"Your Majesty, this horse is too wild."

"He often runs around like this."

"Requires discipline."

Fu Xun replied: "Yes." He pointed to the tall building near Zichen Hall: "Here."

"it is good."

Leaning against the fence and facing the wind, it is almost July now, and the night wind is a bit chilly.

The waiter set out the fruit wine, filled the wine glasses in front of the two of them, and retreated tactfully.With the wind blowing all the way, Han Min took two sips of the fruit wine, warmed up a bit, and became more courageous before opening his mouth.

"Is your Majesty doing anything during the day?"

So Han Min waited for him for a day, but he didn't come.

It's a reason to have something serious.

Fu Xun said, "No, I read the scriptures in the palace all day."

"Then how..."

"I leave it to you to do the ceremony during the day and let you be with your friends. When I go to find you at night, I must bring you here."

It turned out that if he stayed with his friends at night, Fu Xun would say that he had already left him a day.

Han Min pushed the wine glass with his fingertips, causing ripples in the glass.

Fu Xun asked again: "Did you see what I gave you?"

"I haven't had time to watch it yet, I'll watch it when I get back."

After asking the palace servants to put the things in the room, he went out with Chu Yu, went to have dinner later, and did not return to the room.

"Your crown is beautiful."

"That's natural."

Han Min subconsciously said this, and after realizing it, he lowered his head in embarrassment.

Suddenly a firework exploded in the sky, and Han Min looked up.

The sky is full of rouge, and the night is full of heavy clouds.

Han Min's eyes were also stained with the same color. He looked at Fu Xun and asked in a low voice, "Is this also arranged by His Majesty?"

Fu Xun nodded: "Today is a good day, let's set off fireworks to celebrate."

Han Min let out a wow, and was just about to thank him, but Fu Xun insisted on insisting: "Today is—"

"It's the third anniversary of my subjugation of the twelve tribes in the northwest. It's really a good day."

The light in Han Min's eyes quickly disappeared, his face wrinkled, and his words disappeared in the sound of fireworks: "Then don't release it, it will pollute the environment."

Angry.Fu Xun smiled, put his palm on the table, tightly clenched into a fist, and deliberately asked, "What are you thinking?"

Han Min snorted, "Your Majesty is very ashamed to celebrate your birthday in the rear while His Majesty is fighting the enemy bravely at the front."

Fu Xun let go of his hand, squeezed his fingers, and asked, "What are you thinking?"

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