After the fan who wrote the emperor was discovered

Pine Smoke Scholar, the name sounds nice.

It's just that the title of the book doesn't seem very pleasant. What is "Two or Three Things About the Holy One and the Prime Minister"?

Fu Xun lowered his eyes, and unconsciously rubbed his sleeve with his thumb.

Who is the prime minister?Jiang Huan?Where did the two or three things come from between the Holy One and the prime minister?How did he see that there were two or three things?

Over there, Wei Gui had already taken orders, Fu Xun went back to take a look, Han Min was still drinking porridge, accompanied by his family.

Holding the porridge bowl, Han Min raised his eyes and saw him, as if he wanted to talk to him, but Fu Xun didn't pay attention, turned and left.

He thought of taking advantage of this time to approve back the papers he brought from the palace yesterday.

Han Min lowered his head and continued to drink porridge.

Grandpa Han stroked his temples: "My Jiaojiao is suffering."

He shook his head: "No, I was not prepared for a while."

He would never have thought that Han Li would do something at the door of Han's house.

At that time, Xiao Zizi didn't follow him, Han Mansion and Wen Mansion were very poor, there was no full-time concierge, and it happened that there was no one in the alley at that time, so he succeeded.

Han Min was drinking the porridge, and the family members looked at him seriously, for fear that he would be warmed by the heating in the room.

Although his health has always been poor, after he grew up, he rarely suffered from such a serious illness, at least he never had it in front of his family.

This time it really scared the whole family.

After only drinking half a bowl of rice porridge, Han Min put down the bowl: "It's Han Li, that article is actually..."

Grandpa Han patted his hand: "Don't worry, you have already been imprisoned by the emperor. Your teacher knew it was yours when he saw the article. Officer Ning has already clarified it to the adults who were deceived before. "

Han Min nodded.

"When did you write it? Even grandpa didn't know."

He whispered, "It was the day of the imperial examination last year."

Moreover, there are so many articles that you don’t know about, Grandpa.

Grandpa Han sighed, leaning on crutches, sat on the couch, and put his arms around his shoulders: "I have been wronged, we Jiaojiao have been wronged."

This time it's not about Han Li making him sick, this time it's about Han Min missing the imperial examination last year.

Han Min leaned his head on his grandfather's shoulder and smiled: "It's good now, good articles will always be seen by people, even if I die at that time, my articles will still be handed down to future generations."

"Nonsense, grandpa would rather you be incompetent and write bad articles."

"I'm afraid I can't help it." Han Min pretended to sigh, "Our Han family has such a cultural background. When I pick up a pen, it's like a god's help. I don't want to write a good article."

The grandfather and grandson were joking, and Eunuch Yang came in with old doctor Liang.

"Okay, okay, it's not only eight years old. Let Lao Liang take a look."

As Eunuch Yang said, he sat on the other side of the bed and hugged Han Min: "Poor little one, the godfather still has some private money, and he also knows two retired high-ranking experts. I will invite them to come over some other day and make it for you." Bodyguard, secretly protecting you."

Han Min repeated what he said just now in a low voice: "I'm not eight years old."

"And bodyguards too."

"twenty."

"Twenty too."

The old doctor Liang checked his pulse, changed the prescription again, and ordered someone to decoct the medicine.

Han Min just woke up, he didn't dare to tell him to worry about it, he just told him to rest more, and the group went out.

After lying down for two days, the bones on his body were sore, and he felt that his body was not very clean, even though grandpa said that the Holy One needed hot water every day, and he needed several buckets of hot water.

If Fu Xun washes for him...

He doesn't think so.

Han Min got up, put on his clothes, and went out to see that the Han family had become Fu Xun's residence.

The palace people came and went and took care of everything properly.

The Han family originally had two or three servants, mainly the servants who served Grandpa Han, and the maids who followed the female relatives, but they were not often there to serve.

Compared with now, it is really far away.

However, these palace people didn't seem to disturb the daily life of the Han family, they moved very neatly and didn't talk too much.

Han Min asked them for several buckets of hot water, and Xiao Zizi led the people in, carrying water.

"Master, do you want to take a bath?"

"Yeah." Han Min tugged at the hem of his clothes, "I always feel uncomfortable."

"That's fine, but you better hurry up, so you don't get caught in the cold."

"I know."

In fact, there is still a charcoal basin lit in the house, so how can it be so easy to catch cold?

After all the palace people retreated, Xiao Zizi suddenly knelt down for him.

Han Min was taken aback, and quickly stepped forward to help him: "What's wrong?"

"This matter is a small dereliction of duty. If you don't take good care of your son, you deserve death for a small crime."

"What stupid thing did you say?"

He was kneeling firmly, Han Min couldn't help him, so he had to shake his hand, "Get up quickly, I can't help you, I'll get sick soon."

After he said this, Xiao Zizi was willing to get up from the ground.

"I hang my heart day and night, praying for the son, if the son... I don't live anymore, I will go with the son."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Xiao Zizi held his hands, lowered his head, his eyes were red secretly.

"Don't cry, don't cry, it's none of your business, don't be stupid."

Really unable to persuade him, Han Min pinched his chin: "Don't do this. If you do this, my bath water will be cold."

Then Xiao Zizi wiped his eyes with his sleeve, and said embarrassedly: "I'm being rude, I'm going out now."

Han Min specifically asked: "Don't be sad."

After taking a quick hot bath, Han Min sat on the couch and wiped his hair.

The palace man took the things down, and Xiao Zizi came in with a medicine bowl.

"Young master, it's time to drink the medicine."

"Leave it alone, I'll drink it later."

"Eh."

Han Min was about to speak again: "Where is the Holy One..."

Before he could finish speaking, Han Pei came in from the outside and flew into Han Min's arms: "Second brother."

Han Shi also entered the door: "Your second brother is still sick, don't hit him too hard."

Han Pei pretended not to hear, twisted her body and climbed onto the bed, sat in Han Min's arms, wrapped her fingers around his wet hair: "Second brother has been ill for two days, and I haven't seen him for two days. I'll wipe my hair for second brother Bar."

As he spoke, he kicked off his shoes, picked up the scarf on Han Min's head, and stroked it carefully.

Han Zhi also came in front of him, and his eyes fell on the medicine bowl on the side.

He asked Han Min, "Why don't you take medicine?"

"It's too hot."

Han Shi picked up the medicine bowl, stirred it with a porcelain spoon for a while, touched the wall of the bowl, and handed it to him when he felt that it was no longer hot.

Han Min took it, took a sip, and suddenly heard Han Shi say: "Hurry up and get well, you should have learned Emei thorn earlier."

Han Min almost spat back the soup, swallowed it with a wrinkled face, and called out, "Brother."

"Self-defense."

"The situation was urgent at that time, even if I knew the Emei thorn, it was useless. He came from behind and directly used a veil that was stained with drugs. The Emei thorn was useless."

Han Shi couldn't say no to him, so he turned to Han Pei and said, "You learn."

Peggy pouted: "Second brother doesn't learn, and neither do I."

Han Zhi's face was cold and hard, and he wanted to talk to Han Min about the matter of the Holy One again, but seeing that he was still weak, he suppressed the words to the bottom of his heart.

After taking the medicine, Han Min was left to sleep alone.

He wrapped up the quilt, and habitually reached out to the front of the tent, but he didn't find what he wanted.

I got up and took a closer look, and it was indeed gone, the long sword was gone.

Han Min sighed and threw himself back on the bed. How could he sleep without the sword?

After lying on the bed for a while, the window sash slammed, and a snow-white figure sneaked in and jumped to his pillow.

Han Min stretched out his hand to smooth its fur, and the system asked, "Are you okay?"

"good."

"You have always been afraid of the dark, and I was not by your side at that time."

"It's okay, I was rescued, didn't I?" Han Min turned over and hugged it, "Sleep for a while."

The system said seriously: "Can you really sleep? You don't have that sword."

"This..." Han Min looked around, "Fu Xun has been living here for the past two days, so there must be something else that can replace it."

He looked around and finally noticed an extra trunk in the room.

Han Min got out of the quilt, put on his shoes, walked carefully to the box, opened it and took a look.

They are all Fu Xun's clothes, not many.

He looked around, but there was no one else on the window paper.If you borrow it for a while, don't get dirty, and don't mess, it should be fine.

He moved lightly, picked up Fu Xun's clothes, put his clothes on the bed, formed a circle, and arranged a "Fu Xunwei" nest for himself.

The system was put on the ground by him: "Is this unnecessary?"

"Needed."

Han Min crawled back under the quilt.

Others can't see it, but he knows it in his heart.

He had been a little dependent on Fu Xun before, and he had to hold Fu Xun's sword to fall asleep.

Trapped in the cellar this time, and Fu Xun brought him out again, Han Min felt that his dependence on him had reached the peak.

Nestled in such a bed, he quickly fell asleep.

In the afternoon, Fu Xun finished approving the papers and asked the palace servants to send the things back to the palace, intending to go and see Han Min.

At noon, Han Min was called up to eat something, took medicine, and went back to sleep.Fu Xun passed by at this time, and could only see Han Min who was asleep.

Still Han Min surrounded by his own clothes.

Fu Xun helped him tuck the quilt without waking him up, and turned to go out.

The water prison is not a government prison. A person is immersed in water for several days and can only stand, otherwise he will drown. It is considered torture, so it is only the emperor's private prison.

At this time, Han Li was imprisoned in the water prison.

For the past two days, Fu Xun has been busy taking care of Han Min. Now that Han Min is well, he will naturally come over to make a settlement.

Through the iron bars under his feet, Fu Xun looked down.

Han Li was originally a spineless person who only wanted glory but was unwilling to suffer, preferring to steal other people's things.He stood in the water up to his chest, with his head down, panting weakly.

Fu Xun said, "Don't let him die."

Wei Gui nodded: "I understand."

He really had nothing to look at, so Fu Xun turned and left.

Wei Gui took a dagger, a piece of handkerchief and a confession from the guard beside him: "Han Li made the matter clear earlier in the morning, the dagger and handkerchief are both..."

He looked around, waved his hands away, and said, "It was all given to him by Zhao Cun. When he came that day, he met Zhao Cun's young man on the road. I think it's true, Han Min had offended Zhao Cun several times before. Zhao Cun felt resentful that he could not step down, and wanted to borrow a knife to kill someone."

"How is the post house? What's going on?"

"No, Zhao Cun doesn't seem to take this matter to heart. In fact, it is true. These are all Han Li's one-sided words. He just needs to insist on not letting go."

Fu Xun turned over the confession and threw the things back to him: "Let Yingshe send a letter to Li Shu and Zhao Yin. I regretted it and canceled the plan. You go to dispatch troops and surround the posthouse. I want Zhao Cun tonight." life."

He didn't want the fifteen important towns in the northwest of the Song Dynasty anymore. As long as he kept Zhao Cun for a day, he would feel sick for a day.

But if he acted rashly, he would kill the envoys of the Song Dynasty, so he might leave something to talk about.

Wei Gui also thought the same way, just as he was about to speak, he heard Fu Xun say, "You take your soldiers and walk around the Han family, don't disturb him."

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