After the fan who wrote the emperor was discovered

Pushing the wheelchair, Han Shi arrived in the yard, and the attendants from the palace came to meet him.

"Master Han, do you have any orders?"

He shook his head, turned away the others, went to the yard alone, and washed his face with cold water.

After staying in Han Min's room where the charcoal basin was lit for most of the night, he was sweating all over from the heat.

It's chilly at night in autumn, and when the cold wind blows, it's cold to the bone.

He was six years older than Han Min. Han Min was weak when he was a child, and he suffered from serious and minor illnesses every three days. His parents used to take care of him, and later his elder brother took care of him.

In addition, after ransacking the house, Han Min couldn't sleep well every night, and he could only sleep for a while when his brother was by his side.His legs are disabled, the only thing he can do is guard Han Min and let him sleep better.

After relaxing outside for a while, Han Shi pushed the wheelchair back.

The door of the room was closed, and two palace servants and two guards were standing outside. Just as he was about to go in, he was stopped.

One of the palace people said: "It's late at night, Mr. Han, go back and rest."

Han Shi didn't feel very good, he frowned: "In the room..."

"Your Majesty takes care of Mr. Xiao Han, and the old doctor Liang said that sweating will help Mr. Xiao Han recover."

Han Shi's eyebrows twitched, and his finger on the wooden wheel moved slightly: "Sleeping?"

The palace man thought he understood, so he nodded quickly: "Yes."

Seeing Han Shi push the wheelchair away, the palace people were relieved. After all, he looked fierce, with a cold look on his brows.

The palace servant waited outside, stood for a while, but couldn't help thinking——

The old doctor Liang said sweating, but what kind of sweating is it?

Before he could figure it out, Han Shi quickly came back by shaking his wheelchair on the other side of the corridor.

The palace man was startled: "Master Han, what are you?"

They didn't see it clearly, Han Shi shook his hand, and threw the Emei thorn in his sleeve on the ground with a bang. The iron thorn was embedded in the cracks of the bricks on the ground and stood firmly on the ground.

Several people turned pale with fright and took a step back in fright. The two guards were about to draw their swords, but Han Shi left.

There are a pair of Emei thorns, and he clenched the other one tightly in his hand, and he wanted to ask the old doctor Liang if he said the word sweating.

When he arrived at Mrs. Liang's hospital room, he called Mrs. Liang out of bed.

The old man also worked all night, so he was able to rest for a while, but was woken up by Han Shi.

Thinking that it was Han Min who was ill again, he was about to go over to take a look with the medicine box in hand, but he didn't want Han Shi to ask, "It's you who keep making Brother Min sweat?"

"It's me. The quilt covered, the stove lit, all sweating?"

"You still let the sage and Brother Ming be together..." He couldn't speak, paused, and finally said, "Sweaty?"

The old doctor Liang was full of doubts: "When will I..."

Thinking of the Holy Majesty, and looking at Han Shi who was holding the Emei thorn, he was afraid that they would make a fuss and disturb Han Min's rest, so he changed his words: "Ah, don't you know that Brother Min can't sleep well at night?"

Han Zhi sighed softly: "I know."

"He couldn't sleep well when he came to Yong'an, and he could sleep better only when the Holy Majesty was by his side. When he first came to Yong'an, Brother Min always slept with the Holy Majesty. Do you know about this?"

It turned out that there was such a thing, Han Shi clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know."

He only knew the long sword, and Han Min had to hang the long sword in front of his tent before he could fall asleep.

Seeing that his complexion was not good, the old lady doctor Liang quickly stopped him: "Brother Min is sick now, don't..."

"Of course I know. The Holy Majesty rescued him once and took care of him several times, which is what our Han family owes him. Let's talk about it when Han Min recovers from his illness."

"That's right." The old doctor Liang tentatively said, "Brother Shi, put down the Emei thorn quickly."

The curtains in front of the couch were half-drawn, and after Han Shi left, Fu Xun ordered the white cat to be taken out as well, and then ordered the door to be closed.

The Han family had been guarding for a long time. Han Min's grandfather, mother and elder brother were all there. How could Fu Xun go up and wipe his face and wash his hands?

Until now, only he and Han Min were left in the room, so he dared to go up and hold Han Min's hand.

Han Min slept peacefully, and his breathing gradually became steady.

Fu Xun wiped his face again, touched his neck with the back of his hand, and felt that his body was not so cold anymore, he was probably about to sweat.

Previously, the old doctor Liang said that returning to temperature is enough, and it is enough to sweat slowly.

So he took off his coat, lifted a corner of the quilt, and lay down under the quilt, holding Han Min tightly with his long arms.Fu Xun helped him tuck the quilt tightly, for fear that a trace of cold wind would penetrate.

Just like when he was a child, he insisted on sleeping next to Han Min.

The big red candle burning in the room was more than half burned, and the candle tears rolled down and accumulated on the candlestick.The candlelight was still bright, making people dizzy, how could they sleep?

But Fu Xun didn't dare to fall asleep.Holding a handkerchief, he kept an eye on Han Min's changes and wiped his face.

In the middle of the night, Han Min recovered from the heat and was still sweating. Fu Xun still didn't fall asleep, but just hugged Han Min and watched him lost in thought.

Han Min was born fair and sick, and his face was pale, but now his body warmed up, and there was some blood on his cheeks.

He closed his eyes, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow under the eyes under the candlelight.Eyelashes trembled with his breathing.

Fu Xun didn't dare to move him too much, but stretched out his hand and pressed the corner of his lips with his thumb.

Soft, like the glutinous rice dumpling that I ate at Uncle Wang's house when I was a child.Fu Xun thought so since he was a child.

Suddenly, by accident, Fu Xun touched the corner of his lips with his thumb again. I don't know if it was an illusion, or it was because Han Min drank two big bowls of soup and medicine just now, it seemed a little bitter.

Then he came back to his senses, Han Min was still asleep, and he actually took advantage of him to do such a thing while he was asleep.

Fu Xun, you are not human.

He coughed lightly, put his hands on Han Min's waist, and pulled him towards him.

Fu Xun looked down at him, his expression gradually became darker, and his heart was overwhelmed. If he is not a human being, he is not a human being.

He hugged Han Min, lowered his head, and quickly kissed the corner of his lips.

So what if you're not human?He even risked being beaten violently, and slept with Han Min under the eyes of the Han family.

remarkably brave.

Han Min didn't know how long he had slept.

He only remembered that he seemed to be trapped in a dark room, and then water entered the dark room, and he climbed to a high place, and was about to pass out in a daze.

Later, he tilted his body, thinking he was about to fall into the water, but was finally caught by Fu Xun.

Like the last time Fu Xun brought him out of the dark room, Fu Xun said that he would be fine after a night of sleep.

So he fell asleep, a deep sleep.

When he became conscious again, before he could open his eyes, he yelled, "Light up the lamp."

Fu Xun opened his eyes suddenly, pressed his back with one hand, took him into his arms, lifted the curtain with the other hand, and called for someone to come in: "Come here, light up the lamp!"

Han Min closed his eyes and cried out in anxiety, "Light on, light on, it's so dark..."

Fu Xun followed suit: "Quick, light up the lamp."

The palace servants hurriedly opened the door and came in, trying to explain through several curtains: "My lord, it is daytime."

Han Min buried his face in his arms, sobbing and wanting to light the lamp, Fu Xun comforted him while saying, "Just light the lamp, don't worry about other things."

"Yes."

Two more red candles were lit in the room, but the sky was bright outside, so it seemed useless.

Fu Xun patted Han Min on the back, and said warmly, "Light on, light on."

Han Min's tears wet a piece of his clothes, Fu Xun paused, supported his face, lifted his head, and then opened his eyelids with his fingers.

"Han Min, it's dawn."

Han Min blinked and blinked: "I see."

Fu Xun touched his forehead skillfully: "Is it still burning? Where is it uncomfortable?"

"I'm... still a little dizzy."

Han Min always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.

Fu Xun's hand went down his neck: "Then tell them to call Imperial Physician Liang to come over and have a look. What do you want to eat?"

Han Min twisted to avoid his hand, but asked, "How long have I been asleep?"

"Two days."

"I want to rinse my mouth first, then drink water."

"it is good."

Fu Xun responded and was about to get out of bed when suddenly someone knocked on the door lightly.

"Brother Min, are you awake?"

It was my brother's voice.

Shocked, Han Min pulled Fu Xun subconsciously, and said in a panic, "You have to hide for a while." He looked around nervously, and murmured, "Where are you hiding? Where are you hiding?"

Finally, he lifted the quilt and said to Fu Xun seriously: "Quick, quickly hide in."

Fu Xun looked at him with a complicated expression, wondering whether he should go in or not.

While urging him, Han Min dealt with his elder brother: "Come in quickly, what are you doing in a daze? If my brother sees you, you will be beaten—brother, I'm awake, wait a minute, I'll put on some clothes. "

"You slept here for two days."

Han Min grabbed his hand and was about to tuck him into the bed: "I know, I'll talk about it later, I'll deal with my brother first..."

Fu Xun continued: "I also slept here for two days."

Han Min paused as he grabbed the quilt: "What?"

"You and I are not meeting privately, your brother knows I'm here."

Han Min's expression was dull, Fu Xun rubbed his face, "You're sleepy."

He put on his shoes and clothes on the bed, and went to open the door for Han Shi: "I just woke up."

"Okay, thank you Your Majesty, I'll go see him."

Han Min hid under the quilt again, and didn't dare to speak or move until Han Shi walked up to him and pulled his quilt down.

He laughed twice: "Brother, brother, you are here."

Han Zhi frowned: "Are you sleepy?"

"No... no."

"Wash up, eat something, and then let old lady Liang come over to check the pulse."

It was already the morning of the third day, and Han Min slept for two full days.As soon as he woke up, the Han family all came.

Fu Xun put on his clothes, and when Wei returned, the palace servants came in to inform him.He glanced at Han Min, Han Min was surrounded by his family, sipping porridge, seeing that he was fine, Fu Xun withdrew.

When he was about to leave, he saw a stack of manuscripts on the desk.

It was at that time that Han Li took it out to sue, but it has been kept there since then, and no one has touched it.

Fu Xun took another look inside and put the manuscript back to its original place.

Let Han Min recover from his illness first, then we can settle accounts later.

He has been in the Han Mansion for the past two days, and the urgent memorial has also been moved to the Han Mansion for disposal.

If you have something urgent to report, you have to come to the Han Mansion.

Wei Gui was waiting for him in the yard, and when he saw him come out, he hugged his fist.

"Your Majesty, at the water prison, Han Li made a confession. The matter is a bit complicated, and the people below dare not deal with it lightly."

"When Han Min gets better, I'll go over and have a look."

"Yes."

After saying a few more words, Fu Xun finally ordered in a low voice: "Send someone to Baishi Bookstore to buy all the books of Songyan Scholar."

Han Min wrote his pen name on the manuscript.

"Don't let others know, and don't send it here, or send it to the palace."

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