After the fan who wrote the emperor was discovered

In Gouchen Street, bamboo lanterns are hung in front of two houses facing each other.

Han Min stood under the lantern with the character "Han" painted on it, looking at the Mansion of Marquis Wenyuan opposite.

Wen Yan got off the ground, and the carriage entered through the side door of Marquis Wenyuan's mansion.

"What are you looking at?"

Han Min shook his head: "No, when did you move here? I don't even know, when will you invite us to dinner?"

"You're not at home, so you don't know about these few days. It's too late today, please come over in a few days."

"Alright." Han Min waved his hand at him, "Then you should go back and go to bed early."

Wen Yan responded, but stood still.

Han Min looked at him suspiciously: "What's wrong?"

"The family is separated."

Very simple sentence.

Wen Yan paused, and then spoke more clearly: "I have severed ties with Marquis Wen Yuan."

Marquis Wen Yuan was his biological father.

When Han Min visited him earlier, he met him twice.

Marquis Wen Yuan was really not worthy of the word Wen Yuan. He drank and gambled all day long, but Yu Wenyan never had any nice words, and he tried his best to sarcasm.

But I'm afraid even Wen Yan himself didn't expect that his father and son would be so estranged one day.

Correspondingly, the mansion behind Wen Yan at this time was not Marquis Wen Yuan's Mansion, but Wen Mansion.

At this moment, the two of them were standing opposite each other, Han Min's eyes darkened, he stepped forward, stretched out his hand, hugged Wen Yan into his arms, and patted him on the back.

"When did it happen? Why didn't you tell me?"

Wen Yan's tone was calm: "Two days ago, after being removed from the family tree, I came here."

Han Min sighed: "Little poor, I was not at home just two days ago."

He turned his head and took a look, Wen Yan still had that expression, flat and flat.

"I just moved here a few days ago, and many things haven't been arranged yet. If you go back so late, there must be no hot water for supper. Let's go, go to our house to sleep for a night?"

Wen Yan was silent, met his smiling eyes, and finally said, "Okay."

After talking to Wen Yan's servants, Han Min took Wen Yan home.

The light was still on in the central hall, Han Min poked his head out from the corner, blinking his eyes: "Let me see who is staying up so late—"

Several old people sitting around the table turned their heads to look at him.

"—Wow, it turned out to be my dear grandpa, and my dear grandpas."

People around said he was "poor mouth", but Eunuch Yang cooperated with him very much.

"So it's my Mimian who has returned."

Han Min smiled, and pulled Wen Yan over: "There's still a debate."

Wen Yan bowed to several elderly people, and they all nodded.

"Young Master Wen."

At this moment, Xiao Zizi brought two round stools over, and Han Min sat down next to him.

The candles flickered on the round table, and the cups and plates were messed up.

Han Min stood up, stretched out his hand, and pulled the jug to his side.He opened the lid of the jug and took a look. There was only half a bottle of wine left in it.

He held down the jug and said to the old people: "It's fine, I can't drink any more."

Grandpa Han knocked on the table: "Take it here."

Holding the flagon, Han Min shook his head resolutely: "No."

Seeing him like this, Grandpa Han had no choice but to be soft: "Grandpa is writing a book, so he can't do without wine."

"Write a book, what book to write? Let me see."

He handed the jug to Wen Yan and told him to take it away.

Grandpa Han is old, his eyes are dazzled and his hands are shaking, and he can't lift a pen.After teaching Xiao Zizi how to read these days, when he wanted to write something, he dictated it himself, and Xiao Zizi took the pen.

Grandpa Han also wrote many articles.He leaped to become "the head of civil servants" by relying on a copy of "Public Security Book". Later, the Han family was in trouble, and he was also charged with a play about the history of the country.

The playbook was written about the elderly people present at this time, plus the matter of Emperor Dezong.It was lost later, and Han Min searched for it for a long time, but only found a piece of paper.

Han Min thought that this playbook was rewritten by a few old people this time, but when he looked at the manuscript at Xiaozizi's place, it was not.

This is like a calligraphy book, a book that explains Chinese characters.

Grandpa Han said: "Teaching him and Lao Yang how to read these days, your teacher and I both feel that the current calligraphy is too popular, and I can't understand it at the beginning. It just so happened that I also edited for Lao Yang before. After one book, I only edited the [-] most commonly used characters, and now I have time, I will edit it again with your teacher and include all [-] characters.”

Han Min looked again carefully: "Grandpa has a heart."

Grandpa Han's cloudy eyes were shining brightly: "Dezong said in the early years that he wanted to enlighten the people's wisdom. There should be a book of characters that can be learned by traffickers and pawns. Only a dozen or so characters have been written. Look at what needs to be changed. of?"

"Since it's for them to read, why don't you add a few sentences from the playbook and storybook." Han Min returned the manuscript to Xiao Zizi, "But it's too late today, grandpa, go back to sleep, and write tomorrow. .”

He took grandpa's crutches and sent the old people back to the room one by one.

He wanted to ask his grandfather if he still remembered the playbook, and he was glad that he didn't ask it out of his mouth when he heard that his grandfather was writing a book.The playbook that can never be found can be filled with a new roll of calligraphy.

The playbook is written by them, and they will compile the word book, so regrets are naturally not regrettable.

There is also a small bamboo couch in Han Min's room, which is just right for a night's sleep.

When he returned to the room with wet hair, Wen Yan and Tongzi white cat sat side by side on the couch, Wen Yan stretched out his hand, carefully smoothing its hair.Hearing the sound of Han Min's return, he withdrew his hand.

Han Min pulled a clean towel from the shelf, wiped his hair, and said, "If you like, I can lend you a night."

Wen Yan lowered his head and replied, "En."

He was not very interested, so Han Min stepped forward, picked up the cat, and put it on his lap: "Come on, pet it, why are you being polite to me?"

The system gritted its teeth and said, "Han Min, I'm your prop to make people happy, am I?"

"Don't you particularly like literati? Distinguish Zhanglongzhangfengzi, be happy."

Han Min pressed Wen Yan's hand on the cat's back, and the system flicked its tail.

After sitting like this for a while, Han Min thought about it and said, "Benzhang, actually..."

Wen Yan didn't even raise his head, Han Min leaned over to take a look, remembering the last time he was in Marquis Wenyuan's mansion, he was startled, he quickly hugged his shoulders, rubbed his arms to comfort him.

"Okay, okay, don't cry. It's a good thing to sever the relationship. It should have been done a long time ago. Others know what kind of person Wen Yuanhou is, and they won't say anything about you. If you come out by yourself, there will be another pulse temperature in the future." There is nothing wrong with the ancestors of the family."

Han Min casually picked up a towel to wipe his eyes, Wen Yan looked up at him and his towel.

It was the towel he used to dry his hair.

Han Min let go of his hand subconsciously: "I'm sorry, I was in a hurry. But my hair still smells good, right?"

Wen Yan smiled and held his hand: "Xici is my true confidant."

The literati look down on each other on the surface, but sympathize with each other on the inside.

Sitting quietly, after a while, Han Min dried his hair, got up and walked to the cabinet, opened the high cabinet door, and took down the folded quilt.

"Go to bed and sleep, I'll clean up the couch."

Wen Yan walked to the bed and saw a long sword hanging on the silver hook holding the tent.

Han Min turned his head to look, saw that he was looking at this, suddenly blushed, and spoke fluently: "This, it is..."

He couldn't say anything, put down the quilt, took off the sword, hugged it in his arms, and finally smirked at Wen Yan twice: "It's mine."

It was a bit cold in the autumn night, Han Min spread out the quilt, turned on the lamp, and the beds faced each other.After the two talked for a while, Han Min closed his eyes and adjusted his posture holding the sword: "Sleep, I have to get up early tomorrow."

The white cat was lying on the bed. Wen Yan stroked the cat's back and asked him, "You always sleep like this?"

Han Min answered softly, "Yes, otherwise I wouldn't be able to sleep."

Wen Yan raised his eyelids: "It doesn't make sense."

"This is the principle of psychology, you don't understand."

Han Min yawned and pulled the quilt up.

Every time he sleeps, Fu Xun is clearly not there, but he feels very involved.

Not bad.

In the blink of an eye, it's mid-July.

Han Min was still on duty for the Grand Court Meeting in the middle of the month.Holding the pen and paper, he accompanied Fu Xun into the Zichen Palace.

In today's court meeting, a seat is vacant in the front row of generals.

Fu Xun just glanced at it, then looked away.

All the officials below lowered their heads, not daring to look more.

Fu Xun flicked his sleeves, sat down on the dragon chair, and said calmly: "Yesterday, King Xin handed over the booklet, saying that he was not feeling well, probably due to an old injury from the battlefield. I sent some imperial doctors there and allowed him to go there too. I won’t be using it to go up to court anymore.”

The previous words were nothing, but when the last sentence "don't use it to go up to the court" came out, all the officials were shocked, looking at their colleagues on both sides, they wanted to speak, but they didn't dare to talk too much.

Prince Xin was directly given a false title by the Holy Majesty?Can't even come to court?

Not sure what the emperor really meant, all the ministers could only bow their heads in silence.

Before fully accepting this matter, the sharp voice of the servant brought them back to their senses.

"Xuan, Xie Yan enters the palace."

A few months earlier, Xie Yan had joined the group promoting the new coup law.But he still lived in the meditation room of Jianguo Temple, and he didn't take anything from Fu Xun. He still wore old clothes that were washed white, and the fabric on his elbows and knees were patched.

He is a young man with white hair, the temples are the worst, and the stars are like white ashes.Because of poor food and poor housing, his complexion was pale, his lips were extremely pale, and he was long and thin.

Even though he was down to this point, he was neither humble nor overbearing, and walked slowly to the golden hall.Raising his hand, he leaned over and bowed: "Cao Min Xie Yan, I have seen Your Majesty."

Afterwards, Fu Xun asked him to die, and asked his servant to read out the imperial edict that Han Min had drawn up early in the morning.

Only then did the officials realize that he was Ding Yuan, who was a slave who was driven away by the king of Song.

Others' comments were like wind blowing past Xie Yan's ears.It wasn't until the servant said that he would hand over the three neighboring counties to carry out the New Deal, that his expression changed slightly.

He bent down again to receive the order.

He doesn't need python robes and crowns, jade belts and brocade boots, regardless of status, he stands in the middle of the world.

After today's court meeting, these two things spread quickly.

In Funing Hall, someone soon sent back news.

"Your Majesty, King Guangning delivered a message to Prince Xin's Mansion."

Fu Xun nodded and raised his hand to let people go down.

Only he and Han Min were left in the hall. Han Min put down the ink ingot in his hand and turned his wrist: "I'm hooked."

"Ah."

After a moment of silence, Han Min continued: "At first, I thought that only three counties would be used as a pilot project, and it wouldn't cause too much commotion. As a result, judging from the reactions of the adults today, it seems that it is beyond their tolerance. "

"It doesn't matter, it's been like this since ancient times."

"By the way, now is the time for employing people, but there are also people who are eager to make money, and take one or two nonsensical articles and say that they support the reform. Your Majesty should be careful when employing people."

"I know." Fu Xun paused, "Recently you always talk about business."

Han Min was slightly taken aback, but then he understood——

Your Majesty wants to listen to private matters.

He thought for a while, and finally said: "By the way, isn't Xie Yan going to take office in two days? It just so happens that we have moved to a new house, and the garden behind my house has also been repaired. We are going to have a meal together. It's just that giving gifts is a bit Trouble, turn around, turn around."

Fu Xun smiled and listened to him patiently.

"I haven't decided what to give to Bianzhang yet, but last night, I suddenly thought of what to give to Xie Yan." He even made a fool of himself, "What do you think, Your Majesty?"

"I do not know."

"A pot of hair dye cream. I helped grandpa dye his hair last night, and it suddenly occurred to me that Xie Yan's young boy Bai also needs this, and the most useful gift should be given."

"You dyed your grandfather's hair?"

"Yes." Han Min shook his hands, "The four old people sat side by side, and I dyed them one by one, one by one, and my hands were sore. If I practice a few more times, I can go out and open a shop."

Han Min smiled stupidly, inadvertently saw Fu Xun's thick black temples, and subconsciously said, "When you get old, I'll dye it for you too."

Fu Xun turned his head and looked into his eyes. Han Min didn't speak any more, but looked back and pursed the corners of his lips.

Am I saying the wrong thing?

The hall was very quiet.

The author has something to say: At this time, the old Fu’s heart: "When you get old, I will also dye you" = I will grow old with you = Confession = I can kiss my wife = mouth to mouth

Emperor Dezong at this time: Regret that he left too early and failed to enjoy the mercy of dyeing his hair