After the fan who wrote the emperor was discovered

As soon as Han Min finished speaking, the pen in Fu Xun's hand dropped.

The tip of the pen fell to the ground, drawing a line of cinnabar red on the terrazzo floor.

Responding quickly, Fu Xun frowned: "Han Min, my hand hurts."

Han Min held his hand and squeezed it: "It wasn't like this when you were writing just now."

Fu Xun pursed his mouth and lowered his eyes to look at him: "My hand really hurts."

Kind of like a puppy.

Han Min paused, and carefully looked at his hand wrapped in coarse cloth, it seemed that it was not healed yet.

Fu Xun picked up a pen again with his left hand, dipped it in cinnabar, and handed it to him: "You should write."

Han Min glanced at him suspiciously, but finally took the memorial and wrote it for him.

Suspicion of Xin Wang is all for others to see.

The purpose is to push Zhao Cun on the road of seeking usurpation, and put the weapon of seeking usurpation directly into his hands.

Therefore, Fu Xun had to refute all the memorials handed over by the ministers to plead for the trust of the prince.

Han Min thought about what a suspicious emperor looked like, perhaps like the late emperor.

He gave the answer after deliberation, and Fu Xun sat beside him, followed him to write, and read each word.

Fu Xun did not hesitate to praise Han Min: "Just answer these few letters first. The writing is not bad, and you can even write this."

"Of course, I have written..."

Songyan scholar who wrote "Two or Three Things Between the Holy One and the Court".

Whether it is a romantic and passionate, or a cold and ruthless emperor, he has written them all.What's so difficult about writing what the emperor said?

Han Min stopped talking, and changed the subject: "But there seems to be no movement from Zhao Cun's side."

"How many days have passed?"

"That's right, he's not particularly stupid." Han Min rubbed his chin, "It's just that it's hard for little uncle, he has to stay in the mansion all the time."

"How do you know that I didn't take back the military power in his hand by the way?"

Fu Xun said this lightly, like a joke, like a gust of wind, blowing past his ears.

Suddenly, Han Min raised his head and looked at him with wide eyes.

Fu Xun patted his head with a half-smile: "It's so stupid."

He was not sure: "So you are... are you?"

Fu Xun asked him back, "What do you think?"

Han Min looked into his eyes, tried to figure out what he meant, and finally shook his head honestly: "I don't know."

In the end, Fu Xun smiled lowly, stroked his temples, but did not answer.

Han Min thought about this question for a long time but still couldn't understand it.

Han Min's cleverness doesn't work very well for people with whom he has a good relationship.

Fu Xun had the heart of an emperor, looked at everyone coldly, and secretly calculated the gains and losses.

He should have sat out of the game forever.

In the afternoon, Jiang Huan and his party entered the palace.

The encroachment of the Song Dynasty and the new coup d'état proceeded simultaneously.

Regarding the new coup d'état law, since the beginning of June, they have held several small meetings together one after another, and each of them has delivered their statements. All methods have been discussed many times.

Today's topic, Han Min first asks to add four subjects of science, agriculture, engineering, and business; second asks to promote Xiangxu Academy from top to bottom; third asks to implement pilot projects.

"Nowadays, the state of Song is staring at the tiger, and the envoys will not go, and wantonly carry out reforms and new policies, for fear of more troubles. It is better to select states and counties as pilots, constantly monitor them, and advance step by step. The rest of the states and counties should vigorously promote the three developments of agriculture, industry and commerce. Lay the groundwork for change."

Several literati thought it was feasible, so Fu Xun also nodded, and then took out a map and fixed the prefectures and counties.

After discussing for a long time, they finally chose three neighboring states and counties.

As for the candidates, Xie Yan got up and bowed: "Caomin please go."

"Alright, you go back and write a copy..."

Fu Xun glanced at Han Min and remembered the word: "Strategic plan. I will let you go to the court meeting in the middle of the month."

"Yes."

Before we knew it, it was late at night, and everyone asked to leave.

Before leaving, Jiang Huan tentatively asked, "Your Majesty, Prince Xin..."

Fu Xun said indifferently: "There is no need to mention him."

Naturally, the more concealed the better for this kind of thing, they didn't know what Fu Xun's plan was, they just assumed that Fu Xun was suspicious of the king, and the monarch and his ministers believed it, which might lead to catastrophe in the future.

Jiang Huan still wanted to talk, but Fu Xun ignored him and turned to look at Han Min who was packing up: "Leave?"

Han Min nodded, "Yes."

"Come back to critique papers tomorrow."

"Your hand is already healed, and I haven't been home for a long time. According to the labor law to be promulgated in the future, I can ask for a vacation."

At this moment, someone else had packed up their things and was about to leave, Han Min turned his head and said, "Zhuoshi, wait for me, let's go together."

Chu Yu said: "Can you leave? Just wait for you for a while, come out quickly."

"Coming soon."

Han Min turned his head and found Fu Xun, the top of the vicious exploiting class and the feudal landlord, pressing his sleeve.

He tugged back on his sleeves vigorously, fearing that Chu Yu and the others would hear him, and shouted in a low voice, "Let go."

Fu Xun was extremely pitiful: "Do you really want to leave?"

"I'm just going home, not never coming again."

Really unable to drag him, Han Min sat down on the ground irritably.

Fu Xun tugged at his sleeve, pulling him towards him, the two of them got very close, the distance between their breaths.

"I told you during the day that while I was plotting against Zhao Cun, I was also trying to take back the military power of King Xin. Are you afraid?"

Han Min was slightly startled, and quickly shook his head: "No."

"Really?"

"Yeah." Han Min patted him on the shoulder, "However, in the court, the most important thing is not a careful plan, nor a cruel method, but a clear and lofty political ideal."

He pursed the corners of his lips, took the opportunity to hug Fu Xun with both hands, and patted him on the back: "It's good that Your Majesty has this ideal."

Before Fu Xun could react, he pulled back his sleeve from his hand, and ran away with his pen in hand.

Only one sentence was left: "The minister will leave first."

Fu Xun watched him run out of the palace gate, his sleeves fluttering in the night wind.

Where does Fu Xun have any lofty political ideals?The implementation of the reform was just to bring down the state of Song.

However, Han Min's eyes lit up every time when discussing matters.

Through the light, Fu Xun was able to glimpse the eve of the prosperous age that Han Min drew with ink, instead of the desolate and boundless ruins after the war.

Han Min walked out of Funing Hall, and his friends were all at the bottom of the steps.

Seeing him come out, Chu Yu exclaimed, "It's really strange that the Holy Majesty was able to let him out."

Han Min jumped down the steps and covered his mouth: "Shut up!"

At this time, the sky was getting late, and the crescent moon was hanging high over the palace wall. The whole group of people had wide robes and sleeves, blown by the evening wind.

The shadow of the moon hit the wall dimly, really romantic.

When the interest came, Chu Yu raised his hand and wanted to read two poems, but Han Min suddenly sniffed and hid behind Wen Yan.

"It's windy, it's a little cold."

Caught off guard, he was interrupted, half a line of the poem stuck in his throat, Chu Yu got a little angry, and raised his hand to hit him.Han Min went straight to hide behind Wen Yan, Wen Yan thought for a while, then walked away silently.

"Banzhang, Bianzhang?"

He hid to Liu Ting again: "Brother."

Liu Ting touched his sleeve: "It's already autumn, why are you wearing so little clothes? Could it be that His Majesty doesn't let you wear clothes?"

Han Min quickly waved his hands: "There are no words for tigers and wolves."

Liu Ting held his hand and covered it for him: "Hurry up, there are still clothes on the carriage outside, I'll bring you one to wear."

"Brother is so kind, thank you brother, I want to wear two."

"Okay, wear it."

Han Min happily stood next to him, but pushed Jiang Huan aside.Where Han Min couldn't see, Jiang Huan glanced at him dissatisfied, but Liu Ting raised his hand to block it.

Not long after, a servant came up behind them, holding a piece of clothing in his hand.

"Your Majesty saw that Mr. Xiao Han was wearing thin clothes when he went out, so he specially asked someone to send a piece of clothes."

Han Min thanked him, took the clothes from him and put them on.

The servant finally said: "Lord Xiao Han, take care of your health, and you will go to the palace tomorrow to criticize."

As expected of you, the feudal landlord Fu Xun.

Han Min twitched the corner of his mouth and said helplessly, "Okay, tell him I know."

The servant went back to report, Chu Yu tugged at his sleeve, and lifted his hand: "Look at the pattern, the Holy Majesty gave you his own clothes to wear, yo yo yo."

Han Min patted his hand away, Chu Yu smiled again and said, "I'm afraid I'll tear it apart, it's amazing, it's amazing."

A group of people left the palace, and the family didn't know that Han Min was going back tonight, and they didn't send a small agent to pick him up, but there were three horse-drawn carriages in front of the palace gate.

The Chu family, the Liu family, and the Wen family.

Before Han Min could make up his mind, Wen Yan glanced at him: "I'll take you back, just on the way."

"Where is the way?"

Han Min was a little puzzled, Wenyuanhou's Mansion and Han's House were clearly in two directions.

Wen Yan said again: "I moved to a new place, now I'm on my way."

Han Min suddenly said, "That's what it should be. The original house was too small. When did you move it? Where is it? Is there a banquet? When will we be invited..."

"You have a lot of questions."

"Then I'll go straight with you."

After saying goodbye to the others, Han Min followed Wen Yan into the carriage.

After sitting down, he glanced unintentionally and saw Xie Yan getting into the Chu family's carriage ahead.

He said to the coachman: "Go quickly, go to the carriage in front, I will have a word with Young Master Chu."

The coachman looked at Wen Yan and saw him nodding his head, so he did what he said.

The two carriages were parked side by side, and Han Min lifted the curtain: "Hey, are you reconciled with Master Chu and your companion? A new story is delivered to your door again. Xie Yan, do you want to write this story? If you don't, I will." .”

Xie Yan, who was making tea, paused, and the tea was poured all over the table.

Chu Yu just lifted the curtain of the car, and was about to go back when Han Min hurriedly told the coachman of the Wen family: "Run, run."

In the Liu family's carriage not far away, Jiang Huan pointed to the Wen family's carriage that "fleeed in a hurry": "Your junior brother is an idiot, he really is an idiot, right?"

Liu Ting looked at him with a sullen face, and he changed his words: "All right, I'm a fool." The carriage slipped under his nose, Chu Yu snorted, threw down the curtain, folded his hands, and rested on the soft pillow .

Xie Yan tidied up the table, made tea again, and put the cup in front of him: "Master."

Late at night, the long street is empty.

The Wen family's carriage drove all the way to Gouchen Street, Han Min said, "Let's stop here, the inside is relatively narrow, so it's not easy to turn around."

Wen Yan said, "No, just go in."

"Alright."

Han Min didn't come home for several days, a little agitated, he lifted the curtain and looked out until he saw the lantern in Han's house.

The carriage happened to stop in front of the door, and Han Min jumped out of the carriage, and waved to the people in the carriage: "Bizhang, I'll go back first, see you tomorrow."

Unexpectedly, Wen Yan also came down slowly, Han Min was slightly startled, then looked up, and saw the word "Wen" also written on the lantern hanging on the opposite door of his house.

Han Min smiled embarrassedly: "Wow, did Bizhang want to be my neighbor?"

The author has something to say: the evolution of rumors:

Brother: Could it be that the Holy One doesn't give you clothes?

→The Holy One forced Master Xiao Han to not wear clothes!

→The Holy One forced Xiao Han to talk to each other