After the fan who wrote the emperor was discovered

The rain outside the window was endless.

Fu Xun said: "In the early years, I also placed people in those fifteen towns. In a few years, as long as they rise up, it will be easy to take them down."

Han Min raised his eyes to look at him, hesitantly said: "But we have to wait for a few more years, it's far less quick and coincidental than this opportunity."

"It doesn't matter, it will take some time to implement the reform, and it will be the same after a few years."

This is said very lightly, but everything needs to be re-planned.

It was still raining, the clouds were gray, and it was completely dark outside.

Han Min tentatively asked, "You haven't eaten yet, have you? Why don't you go back?"

Fu Xun looked into his eyes: "You want me to go back?"

"I mean, when I came out, my mother was rolling out noodles in the kitchen, do you want some?"

Han Min looked back, his eyes were clear and bright, as if he had no other meaning at all, just asking him——

Let's go back and get something to eat, shall we?

But Fu Xun really had nothing to do with him.

After a long silence, Fu Xun finally said, "Then go back."

In the beginning, Zhao Cun was dealt with because of Han Min. Now that Han Min wants to go back to eat, it is natural that Han Min is the first.

He stood up, ready to go downstairs.

Han Min stepped on his wooden clogs to catch up, and the wooden floor made a thumping sound.

He tried again: "Then will you come tomorrow?"

"not coming."

"That……"

"According to the previous plan, the autumn hunting will come again in September."

Satisfied now, Han Min stroked his chin and smiled.

Fu Xun finally asked: "Do you hate him?"

Han Min was slightly taken aback, then nodded heavily.

"I see."

He still puts the overall situation first, he is really a good minister, a good queen and a good queen.

Fu Xun's liking for him in his heart is more than ten thousand points, and a little more.

A small detail every day makes me like Han Min more every day.

The two went downstairs, Wei Gui and several guards were waiting below.

Wei Gui said: "Your Majesty, what is this now?"

Fu Xun said, "Go back and have dinner."

"what?"

"You lead the people back. Today is considered a drill. The army will give you wine, meat and cloth, and you will be on vacation tomorrow."

Unexpectedly, he really changed his mind, Wei Gui was overjoyed, and ordered a few guards to deliver the order.

Han Min asked curiously: "What if the people in the post house notice it? Will they startle the snake?"

Wei Gui quickly replied: "No, the Xuanhu army marches in the desert all year round, and they can hide in the desert, and they can hide even more here. Besides, the envoys of the Song Dynasty are all a group of embroidered pillows, and they didn't even go to the battlefield. But, how do you know this?"

Zhao Cun, who was in the center of the storm, escaped unknowingly and lived for several months.

Han Min nodded: "That's good."

Fu Xun glanced at him, and said to Wei Gui, "You didn't bring out the Xuanhu Army, he didn't ask you."

"The minister is talking too much."

After saying this, he walked over to Han Min and touched Han Min's cloak collar.

"Are you wearing so much? Is it cold?"

"It's okay." Han Min sniffed, and asked him again, "Do you want to go to my house for dinner?"

"What to eat?"

"Eat noodle."

Wei Gui remembered some bad things.

So he waved his hand: "No, no, no."

He watched the two leave.

Han Min hurried over wrapped in a pomegranate red cloak, his hair untied.He had been crowned not long ago, so he wasn't used to it yet.

And Fu Xun was wearing a black robe with narrow sleeves, walking beside Han Min.He was a little taller than Han Min, and he was too close. When he turned his head, the corners of his lips could brush Han Min's temples. He did the same, either intentionally or unintentionally.

Looking at it this way, it seems to be a bit of a match.

Wei Gui suddenly completely remembered what he had said——

If the two can reconcile, I will eat noodles and drink soup upside down.

Today Han Min invited him home to eat noodles, could it be a hint from heaven to him?

Several layers of blankets were spread in the carriage, and Han Min sat in the carriage, his cheeks flushed slightly after he settled down.

Fu Xun touched his face with the back of his hand: "Is it cold?"

Han Min shook his head, sniffed, and the fox fur on his collar covered half of his face.

Fu Xun lifted his sleeves and held his hand, feeling a little chilled: "I even asked you to run for a while."

"Then when I was told by my family, I hid behind His Majesty."

As he said, after returning home, Han Min was scolded by his family.

He ran out privately without telling his family, and it was still such a rainy day.

But it doesn't matter, Han Min hid behind Fu Xun, acted coquettishly and passed.

The whole family and Fu Xun sat in the living room for dinner, while Han Min could only drink porridge with a porridge bowl.

It was getting late, and everyone dispersed.

When the candle was dimly lit, Han Min clasped his hands and walked side by side with Fu Xun on the corridor.

"I haven't had time to ask, is His Majesty going back to the palace?"

"They all followed you, and you asked if you want to go back."

Han Min stretched out his hand from his big sleeve, and touched the tip of his nose embarrassedly.

He has a little selfishness, only a little bit, he wants to sleep with Fu Xun tonight, in order to ensure the quality of sleep.

He is still a patient, he can be a little willful.

"By the way, did His Majesty take my long sword?"

"Yes, I was in your room at that time. I picked it up and stabbed Han Li twice. It got dirty. I will return it to you tomorrow."

"That's fine." Han Min paused, "But I heard from my elder brother that that sword is His Majesty's first sword."

Just at this time, when they reached the door of the room, Han Min pushed open the door and went in without waiting for him to reply.

The charcoal basin has been removed, but the room is still very warm.

During the day, Han Min went to bed and took out the clothes that Fu Xun brought over to make a nest, and put them back when he woke up. He thought Fu Xun didn't know about it.

After Han Min washed up, he wrapped himself in a quilt, hugged the cat, and sat on the small bamboo couch.

If the emperor is here, he must let the emperor sleep on the bed. As for him, he also wants to sleep on the bed.

While he was in a trance, someone knocked on the door outside.

Xiao Zizi came in with a thick quilt in his arms: "Madam said, let me come over and help you make the bed for the small couch in the master's bedroom."

"it is good."

Han Min stood there with the cat in his arms, he didn't want to sleep on the couch, he wanted to sleep with Fu Xun.

Can't speak.

Xiao Zizi moved neatly, and after tidying up, Fu Xun also came back.

Han Min was afraid of the dark, so he left a lamp outside.

The candlelight was dimly lit, and Han Min was covered with a thick quilt, lying expressionlessly on the small couch, with the white cat lying on his chest, making him feel a little stuffy together with the quilt.

The old problem happened again, and I couldn't sleep.

He opened his eyes, and by the light of the candle, he glanced at the suitcase outside, and then looked up at the opposite bed.

The hand unconsciously touched the back of the white cat, and the fingers passed through the slender and soft fur.

Han Min thought, should he quietly remove Fu Xun's clothes, or climb directly onto Fu Xun's bed.

He cleared his throat and called softly, "Your Majesty?"

Fu Xun didn't answer, Han Min called out again tentatively: "Fu Gou?"

Fell asleep.

Han Min lightly moved the system lying on the quilt away, hugged the quilt with both hands, and got off the ground, walking silently, walked to the bed, and yelled again, Fu Xun was indeed asleep.

He slept on the outside, so Han Min had to carefully put the quilt inside, and then slipped in from the end of the bed.

After throwing the quilt in, he heard Fu Xun ask, "Is it cold on the ground?"

Han Min followed the sound, and Fu Xun was looking at him, his deep eyes were extraordinarily dark under the reflection of the candlelight outside.

I don't know when he woke up. Maybe he didn't sleep at all. He saw all Han Min's little movements from the very beginning, and he could see them clearly.

Han Min laughed dryly: "It's quite cold, thank you Your Majesty for your concern."

Fu Xun still looked at him and didn't speak. Han Min laughed again, and wanted to take back his quilt: "I was afraid that His Majesty would catch a cold at night, so I wanted to add a quilt to His Majesty, but now it seems that I don't need it. "

He stood in front of the bed, bent over and stretched out his hands. During the movement, he lifted the hem of his shirt, revealing the two dimples on his waist.

Fu Xun's breath was stagnant, and he restrained the thought of poking him: "Go up."

Han Min couldn't wait for it, so he rushed to bed after rubbing it.After going up, I felt embarrassed and explained: "It's too cold, it's really too cold."

In the end, Han Min wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, fell down beside Fu Xun, sighed comfortably, closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.

He unconsciously leaned against Fu Xun, and when he turned his head, he faced his face.

However, Han Min closed his eyes and didn't see it.

He sniffed, like a bully molesting a flower girl on the street: "Fu Gou, you smell so sweet, I can't sleep without you."

I don't know if Fu Xunxiang smells good, maybe it doesn't smell good, and if there is any, it's the smell on the clothes.

Fu Xun only knew that it was over for him, this little pervert who dared to speak rudely and molested the emperor was over.

But before that, Fu Xun had to solve his mental problems first.

The two slept together, and Han Min's insomnia was cured, but he couldn't sleep again.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and heard the breathing of the person he liked, as if there was only one sound left in the whole world.

Waking up the next morning, the two people who had originally covered two quilts rolled under the same quilt, and the other bed was directly thrown on the ground.

The innocent Fu Xun said that he didn't know, he went to bed early last night and was fine.

It is not good for the emperor to live in the courtier's family, and Fu Xun will go back after staying for a few days.

The palace servants and guards all stayed at Han's house.Under Han Min's express hint, the box of clothes was also left behind.

Fu Xun also sent someone to bring over a long sword, which was reforged from the original one, so it was still the original one, Fu Xun's first sword.

Unfortunately, all of the above needs Han Min to pay the bills, which are deducted from the living man's salary, so Han Min is once again in debt for a year.

Han Min's illness was recuperated for almost a month, and then he gradually improved, and he finished the manuscripts of the last two volumes of the storybook one after another.

I got up early this morning and the weather was fine, so I happened to go to Baishi Bookstore to deliver manuscripts.

But today, in Funing Hall, several young eunuchs were cleaning, and one of them inadvertently knocked over a stack of books on the shelf.

The book wasn't broken, but it was scattered all over the place. He was in a hurry to pick it up. At that moment, Fu Xun came back from the martial field with a long knife in his hand.

The little eunuch quickly knelt down to plead guilty, but Fu Xun didn't care. He just looked down, and he didn't seem to have seen the covers of these books.

Not his books, his books are kept in the study, using the best paper and ink.I haven't seen these few books, but they seem to be rough scripts that have been circulated in the market.

He stared: "Who sent this?"

The little eunuch glanced at it, and then remembered: "General Wei Guiwei sent someone to send it. At that time, the little eunuch picked up the things and put them on the shelf, but turned around and forgot. Your Majesty, forgive me."

Fu Xun stared at the notebook which fell at his feet, and bent down to pick it up.

On the cover, there are gold thread drawing flowers, a few large characters "two or three things between the Holy Master and the Yushi", and a line of small characters in the lower right corner - Songyan Moke.

He had told Wei Gui to deliver the things last time, but he didn't even care much about it afterward.

The main reason is that he stayed with Han Min in those few days, and Han Min made him dizzy with sweetness, didn't he just write two scripts?Just write it, as long as Han Min is happy.

Color blinds the mind.

The little eunuch picked up all the scattered scrolls, glanced at them inadvertently, his face turned pale with fright.

Fu Xun noticed his expression and asked, "Have you seen these too?"

"Small dare not."

"Forgive your innocence, you are telling the truth."

The little eunuch swallowed his saliva, and said in a low voice: "Songyan Scholar has written several books, and the younger one has read several books, all of which were borrowed from the little Eunuch Xia who lives with him."

It happened that this little Eunuch Xia was also there, upon hearing this, he hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, forgive me, you guys are just watching for fun."

Fu Xun asked again: "How many books has he written?"

"I've written a lot, about Yu Shi, Tan Hua Lang, and Mr. Prime Minister."

Fu Xun's eyes were sharp, and he quickly saw the book with the words "Liang" written on it. He threw away "Yu Shi" and picked it up.

He smiled, Han Min still had a conscience.

Before the little eunuchs had time to speak, he said, "Put the things away, I'll take a look today."

The little eunuchs arranged the story books in order and put them on the case. Fu Xun spent a whole morning looking through these things.

He flipped through the first few pages casually, and he felt that it was boring, so he just read "Liang Zilang".

This book is very interesting and vivid.

The little eunuch refills tea carefully, Fu Xun asked in a good mood, "How many books have you read?"

"The young one has read five or six books."

"In your opinion, which one is the best?" Fu Xun thought for a while, and added, "Who is the best among those people?"

The little eunuch thought for a while: "I think Mr. Yushi is good."

Fu Xun turned over a page of the story book in his hand, and said calmly, "Is that so? I think "Liang" is the best written one."

Unexpectedly, the little eunuch said: "The little one also likes the living man the most, and the living man and the sage are the most suitable. But your majesty, "Liang Lang" was not written by Song Yan, and "Liang Lang" was bought by "Tanhua Lang" It will be delivered in time."

Fu Xun's face turned cold all of a sudden, he turned to the cover to see, and sure enough there was no Songyan Scholar's name.

He pinched the pages tightly and crumpled the footer: "Send someone to the Han Mansion to pass the decree, let Han Min recover from his illness, and come back to be on duty quickly, don't be lazy."

After a moment of silence, he finally said, "Let him come in the afternoon."

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