After the fan who wrote the emperor was discovered

The Holy Majesty was in a hurry, and the palace servants quickly left the palace with their badges, and rode to Han's house on horseback.

At this time, Han Min was still at Baishi Bookstore.

During his illness, he finished the last two volumes of "Prime Minister", and today he happened to send both volumes of manuscripts to collect ten volumes of "Anecdotes Between the Holy Majesty and a certain court".

Mr. Ge told him a good news and a bad news by the way.

"The good news is that Baishi Publishing Co., Ltd. is going to reprint the ten volumes of story books, and release a collection edition and a print edition. I have already read the contract for you. There is no major problem. You can get money if you sign it, and the book will sell. After you go, you can still share the money.”

The little rich man Han Min happily said "yeah".

"The bad news is—"

"Ok?"

"When Xie Yan went to the three counties of Linshui to take up his post, he left a stack of manuscripts for the bookstore. He had already written the third volume of "Liangzi". I heard a few days ago that Master Wen and Master Chu are still writing."

Living life Lang Hanmin's expression froze, and he said dissatisfiedly, "Why are they doing this?"

Mr. Ge tentatively asked: "That's...have you ever heard the saying 'green out of blue is better than blue'?"

"what happened?"

""Living Man" is much more popular than the bookstore imagined, and its momentum is stronger than your book. It is also because of this that the bookstore is willing to let you go, otherwise they will definitely ask you to write more books."

Han Min frowned deeply: "Isn't it?"

"You don't need to be discouraged. There are three of them, and they all know you very well. Isn't it easy to write this kind of thing? The three of them can write faster than you. Look at the meaning of the bookstore. Wait for them I have written ten books, and there should be a collector's edition, which will be printed by craftsmen, and maybe a critical edition. If it is really popular, the storyteller in the teahouse, the one on the stage..."

It was shocking news, Han Min covered his ears and shook his head vigorously: "I don't want it, I don't want it."

Mr. Ge patted him on the shoulder: "It's nothing, just take it easy."

Han Min pursed his lips, turned his head and saw a straight paper cutting knife leaning on the yard, and rushed forward: "I'll fight them!"

Then someone whistled frivolously behind him: "Who is Han Qijulang going to fight with?"

When Han Min turned his head, it was Chu Yu and Wen Yan, and it was Chu Tanhualang who was whistling.

Wen Yan walked up to him, and asked softly, "Is he cured?"

"Ah."

Han Min nodded, and looked down at the stack of manuscripts he was holding in his hand.

Wen Yan stuffed things to Chu Yu, pretending nothing happened: "When I came, I saw someone from the palace sent to your house. I don't know if the Holy Majesty has something to do with you. Go back and have a look."

"Then I'll go first."

Han Min was carrying the straight knife, Chu Yu turned sideways to let him go.

When he passed by, he said calmly: "I don't know if the Holy Majesty found out about the story book, and I have to find Songyan Scholar to settle the score."

Han Min pretended to play with the straight knife: "As long as you don't tell this matter, how will he know about it? Right, Chu Zhuoshi?"

"Yes, yes. But the last chapter has not been finished, and many things have been delayed. When will you come to read two more chapters?"

Han Min paused, handed him the straight knife, turned around and left, "See you later."

When he went out through the back door, he also heard Chu Yu say to Mr. Ge: "This is the fifth and sixth volumes. Let's see when it will be printed. It doesn't matter whether you earn money or not. Spread the word."

He quickened his pace and escaped from Baishi Bookstore.

When he came out, he didn't have enough breakfast, so he stood at the corner of his house, in front of the sesame seed stall, to buy something to eat.

Next to the biscuit stand is a storyteller stand, the storyteller sat on a small bench and patted the wood: "Don't say anything else, just say that there was a state of Qi many years ago, and the emperor of the state of Qi and Mr. Lang Xiaohan were childhood sweethearts. ..."

"Han" is "Han", a homophonic surname given to him by the three of Chu Yu.

Han Min covered his ears and silently dodged to the side.

The ubiquitous "Liang Lang" is really everywhere. If it wasn't for waiting for the biscuits, he would have left long ago.

Both sides of the biscuits are baked until golden brown and fragrant, and a handful of white sesame seeds are sprinkled on them, which is so fragrant that one's index finger can move.

After finally waiting for his biscuits to be ready, before he could take them, a group of guards rushed over and surrounded the biscuits stand, the storyteller and the audience.

Then a servant pushed away the crowd and walked up to Han Min.

He originally came here to deliver the decree, but who would have thought that Master Xiao Han was not at home, and he would not come back after waiting for a while, fearing that he would miss what the Holy Majesty had ordered, so he brought someone out to find someone.

Fortunately, I saw people when I walked out of the alley.

Fearing that the person would run away, he hurriedly brought his guards over to stop him.

He saluted Han Min: "Master Xiao Han."

Lord Xiaohan, Lord Xiaohan, you really can't tell the difference just by listening to the voice.

The storyteller and the audience seem to have discovered something extraordinary.

Han Min also came to his senses, looked inward with all his might, shut up, shut up quickly.

The servant received his hint and made a "please" gesture: "Master Xiao Han, I'm here to pass on the dictation of the sage, let me take a step to speak."

"it is good."

Han Min took the biscuits, didn't dare to look at the crowd, took the biscuits to cover his face, and left silently.

Han Min fled in a hurry, leaving only a flowing arc of clothes for them.

The storyteller exchanged glances with the listener, and the storyteller quickly took out a copy of "Living Man" from his sleeve and quickly flipped through it.

The scriptures say that the living man is tall and tall, standing like a green bamboo, and walking like a young swallow.

Originally, they were far away from the officials of the court, and they would not connect the things in the scriptures with reality, but now seeing the real Master Xiao Han, they couldn't help but think about it.

Just now when that person was standing and waiting for the biscuits—Qing Zhu, when he was running away—Chu Yan.

I met the real Mr. Xiaohan!

Han Min will not enter the palace until afternoon.

In the Palace of Funing, Fu Xun looked at the half-read "Living Man" in his hand, feeling helpless and unable to read it any longer.

He leaned back in his chair, sneered, and asked the little eunuch serving tea: "Just now you said that you also like the book "The Holy One and the Living Man"?"

"Yes."

The little eunuch nodded heavily, and it was obvious that he really liked it.

Fu Xun looked at him, he thought for a while, and added: "When I was reading a book, I wished I could follow the Holy Majesty, let the Holy Majesty express his love to the living man today, and have a bridal chamber at night. The little one has all the money ready. "

He spoke very seriously, and then he came back to his senses, as if something was wrong.

"Your Majesty, forgive me, the little one is talking about the people in the book."

Fu Xun waved his hand, saw the imprint of Baishi Book Company on the cover of the script, and said, "Go and pass on Prince Yue to the palace."

Before lunch, Prince Yue arrived.

He is slightly fat, with a smile on his face: "Your Majesty."

"Uncle Wang is free. I have two things here, and I want to show Uncle Wang."

"Yes."

Prince Yue approached with his clothes in his hands, and when he saw the notebooks spread out one by one on the case, he smiled naively: "Your Majesty also likes to read these idle books recently."

Fu Xun closed the scroll and pointed to the mark on it: "This bookstore belongs to Uncle Wang."

Prince Yue still smiled: "I think it's because of the whim of the people below, and it doesn't matter what they write. If they offend His Majesty, I will ask them to withdraw it when I go back."

Fu Xun didn't answer, but pointed at the book with his right index finger and asked, "When did he start writing?"

Both of them knew that the "he" referred to Han Min.

"Two years ago, he was in Tongzhou. I was afraid that he would have no money to use. The late emperor stared at him, but he didn't dare to give him money directly, so he wanted him to be a school teacher in the bookstore. But he hasn't looked for it yet. He Just come to the door by yourself, and if you want to write a script, let him stay and write."

"What else did he write?"

"I continued to write the story books for the first two years, and I started writing these few books at the end of last year. I also felt that it was not appropriate at the beginning, but the people at the bottom didn't know the seriousness. After seeing a few good books, they printed them in a hurry. It went out. It sold well, and he seemed to be short of money at that time, so I asked him to continue writing."

There was no trace of a passage, it was all to help Han Min secretly, so Fu Xun couldn't say anything more.

Prince Yue said again: "The government also came to check and found nothing wrong, so they continued to sell. If Your Majesty thinks it's inappropriate..."

Fu Xun raised his hand: "No need."

After thinking about it for a while, Fu Xun finally said: "Allow some money from my private treasury to print this copy."

He pushed "The Living Man" in front of Prince Yue, and Prince Yue bowed and bowed: "Yes, I take orders."

White Rock Bookstore may become the biggest winner.

After lunch, Han Min changed into his official uniform and entered the palace.

It happened that Prince Yue came out of Funing Hall.

Han Min clasped his hands, trotted forward, and called out, "Little Uncle Wang."

"Eh."

"Little Uncle Wang doesn't come into the palace often, what's up today?"

"Well, some little things. Are you cured? What are you doing here?"

Han Min tugged at the sleeves of his official uniform: "On duty."

"That won't delay you, go in quickly."

Han Min bid him farewell, lifted his clothes, and walked up the steps of Funing Hall.

Prince Yue turned his head and watched him leave with a look of pity.

The little eunuch guarding outside the hall said to Han Min: "Master Xiao Han, go in by yourself, the Holy Majesty is inside, the younger ones just came out after lunch, don't dare to go in and disturb him."

"Okay, thank you."

Han Min smiled at him, opened the door and entered the palace alone.

The outer hall was empty, so Han Min pushed open the door of the inner hall and took a look inside.

Fu Xun sat cross-legged on the couch, holding a scroll in his hand, as if he was lost in thought.

In fact, Fu Xun had heard his footsteps a long time ago, and the hand holding the scroll intentionally bent the scroll to cover the title of the book on the cover.

Not daring to disturb him, Han Min went in and saluted, moved a small bench and sat down beside the couch.

He untied the pen holder, took out the paper pen and the ink cartridge, and after arranging everything, he dipped the pen tip into the ink.

He wrote on the paper: August [-]rd, watch...

Watch what?Han Min leaned over to see what book Fu Xun was reading.

Whether it was on purpose or not, as soon as he leaned over, Fu Xun took the scroll and turned away, not letting him read it.

strangeness.Holding the pen and paper, Han Min walked to the other side.

Fu Xun turned to the other side again.

This time he can be sure that this person did it on purpose.

Han Min pursed his lips helplessly, and asked, "Your Majesty, what are you looking at? Can I ask you to remember?"

Fu Xun leisurely raised the scroll and put the cover of the story book in front of him.

Gold line drawing flowers, the title is very large.

Han Min couldn't be more familiar with it, this is "Something About the Holy Majesty and the Prime Minister".

Only Fu Xun said: "The style of writing is exaggerated, it doesn't look like your handwriting."

Very honest review.

Han Min pursed his lips, only feeling the cold sweat on his back, wanted to speak, but felt his tongue was tied.

"minister……"

He is clearly able to speak eloquently at ordinary times, and he can even compete with Confucian scholars in court.

The pen in his hand fell down, and he looked down. The pen was so invincible that it drew an ink mark on the hem of Fu Xun's clothes.

Unfortunately, the crimes seem to be increasing.

Now Han Minquan was speechless, he thought, now there are only two paths.

First, he fainted now.

Second, he knelt down to Fu Xun now.

He lifted his clothes and was about to kneel down to plead guilty, when Fu Xun put aside the scroll, sat upright, and supported his face.

Han Min was stunned, and Fu Xun rubbed his cheek with his callused thumb.

"I and Yushi are not childhood sweethearts, nor do I have acquaintance with the prime minister when I was young, nor do I and Tanhualang walk together in daily life."

Han Min's voice was too low to be heard: "Then, I...the minister is wrong..."

Fu Xun plucked his lips with his thumb: "On the contrary, you are my childhood sweetheart and childhood friend, and now we walk together in daily life. Why did you write about someone else?"

When he said this, his expression was extremely serious.

Han Min was half afraid of him finding out that he wrote the storybook, and half afraid of his appearance.Want to beg for mercy, but don't want to bite his finger.

He looked up at Fu Xun in horror, and then——

"Pooh."

Fu Xun's expression was slightly angry, and he was still a little puzzled.

Han Min hurriedly pushed his hand away, and fell to the ground in a moment of unpreparedness: "Who is with your childhood sweetheart?"

He lifted up his sleeves: "You fought with me so hard when you were a child, you took a piece of flesh off my hand, and you still have scars, who is your childhood sweetheart?"

As if uncovering Fu Xun's accusations, Han Min began to accuse him: "You still try your best to scare me, lie to me, bully me, pull my hair and headband, and hide my things. He is still sick and sleeps too hard. Alright, I was called up by you to look at some kind of rabbit."

"Is this a childhood sweetheart? Ah? This is obviously a lifelong enemy, right? How can I write it? What I write is a lingering love story, is this called lingering? If you were nicer to me when I was young, I might write about myself gone."

Anti-customer-oriented.Although still very guilty, but the momentum can not lose.

Han Min raised his head, looked at him like a fool, and asked for an explanation.

Fu Xun just looked at him with gloomy eyes, but didn't answer.

Han Min thought for a while, since he was already short in power, he should be overwhelmed morally.

He continued: "Not only the scar on my hand, but you also dug two holes in my waist."

Fu Xun frowned: "What?"

"Don't deny it, let me show you."

Saying that, Han Min was about to take off his jade belt.

Fu Xun probably knew which two holes he was talking about. He was talking about his own waist.

Forget about the others, he never expected to take the blame.

Fu Xun explained: "I didn't do that."

"You really didn't admit it."

"That's what you had."

"My senior brother and Wei Gui don't have it, you just give it to me..."

Halfway through saying this, Han Min himself realized something was wrong.

He didn't know much about these things. When he thought about it carefully, he seemed to have seen it when he was flipping through the literature before.

But when he found these two nests, it happened to be when he and Fu Xun had a fight and fell off the rockery, so he always thought that Fu Xun made these two pits for him.

It turned out to be the case.

Han Min gathered up his clothes: "I made a mistake, I made a mistake, I'm sorry, this is none of your business."

He had half of his belt undone, and his clothes were loose. The outer official uniform was red, but the inner was snow-white, and he held them all in his arms.It made his forearms and neck whiter.

Holding his clothes, he smiled dryly at Fu Xun's increasingly gloomy gaze, trying to relieve his embarrassment.

Suddenly, the system shouted: "Han Min!"

Han Min was startled by him: "Wait a minute, I'm not free right now."

He was about to block the system with his backhand, and the system hurriedly said: "Wait, wait, I have a few words, I will leave after I finish."

Han Min didn't reply, and the system quickly said, "I was worried before, so I sent a message to the control center, and they replied to me just now."

It starts with two sentences, the first sentence is: "You are the male queen, and the male queen is you."

The second sentence: "Fu Xun has no other concubines."

After finishing speaking, the system still couldn't help telling him: "Although the plot is like this, I don't think you can..."

Han Min blocked it, tilted his head, and looked at Fu Xun strangely: "You always bully me."

Fu Xun's tone was flat: "You are beautiful."

The two irrelevant sentences seem to be just stating a fact.

Han Min thought, maybe Fu Xun was talking about those two waist dimples.

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