After the fan who wrote the emperor was discovered

The Weishui River is open and runs across from north to south.

At this time, three days have passed since Zhao Yin returned to Song State and Song Jun received news from Qi State Chen Bing Weishui. The soldiers who inquired about the news could ride back and forth on fast horses, but Mr. Gongsun, who was already very old, could not stand such a burden. toss.

The carriage given by Song Junyu was covered with several layers of soft mattresses. The old gentleman with white hair and white beard leaned on a cane and sat upright in the carriage, frowning.

The soldiers driving outside were also in a difficult situation. When they came, Jun Song said that he would arrive quickly to save Qi from sending troops, but he also said that he should take care of the old man's health and not knock him apart.

Mr. Gongsun himself didn't care, but urged them to leave quickly.

Day and night, until the night of the third day, the carriage arrived at a small town by the Weishui River.

In late autumn, after nightfall, the river is shrouded in a white mist that cannot be dispelled.

The river seems to be calm, but in fact, the undercurrent is surging and extremely turbulent. Veteran sailors without decades of sailing experience cannot cross the river at all.

Before he had time to rest, Mr. Gongsun hurriedly changed into plain clothes, then found an old boatman who was about his age, and the two of them crossed the river overnight without anyone to follow.

Yiye boat moved briskly, and soon disappeared into the diffuse white mist.

I don't know how long it took before the boat docked.

The moonlight was not clear, and when Mr. Gongsun was about to get off the boat, his feet slipped and he almost fell into the cold water.

Although he finally stood firm on crutches, half of his clothes were still soaked.

With a soft sigh, he picked up the clothes from the water, wrung them dry, and then moved on.

The old boatman said, "I'll wait here, sir."

Probably Mr. Gongsun was in a trance, didn't hear him, and walked forward without looking back.

Qi's tents were set up according to formations, and there was a chilling aura. When he walked forward, he was stopped by patrolling guards.

He came here alone in a thin coarse linen, in order to plead guilty and persuade the Qi army to retreat.

He politely explained his reason for coming, and stood in the cold wind and waited.

The icy clothes stuck to his body froze his blood.

Over there, Fu Rang in the commander's camp was holding the booklet Han Min gave him, reciting it seriously.

The soldier announced outside: "My lord, Song Guo sent an old gentleman over."

Fu Rang closed the book and raised his eyebrows: "Did he give his name?"

"Gongsun theory, Mr. Gongsun."

Fu Rang's eyes widened in shock, Han Min was really amazing, he really hit the spot.

Now look at this booklet to see if it works.

He said: "Please invite Mr. Gongsun to enter the camp of the deputy commander."

Two soldiers invited Mr. Gongsun into the camp. The old man turned his head and saw Zhao Cun's dead body hanging on a high place. He felt cold hands and feet.

He made up his mind and walked into the tent with the determination to die.

Thousands of miles away in Yong'an City, in Fu Xun's study, a few literati finished a small meeting and packed up their things to leave.

Han Min put away the messy papers on the case, and when he was about to roll up the pen curtain, he suddenly realized that he was missing a pen.

Chu Yu rolled up his sleeves and urged him: "Hurry up, hurry up, it won't be too late to leave the palace."

Han Min looked up and down the table and said, "Wait a minute, I can't find the pen."

"Didn't you wander around with a pen and paper just now? It must have been placed on someone else's desk. They will find it tomorrow when they clean it up, so go away."

Before Han Min could reply, Fu Xun said to him, "Stay here and look for it, and I'll take you back later."

He looked at Chu Yu and the others again: "You go first."

A group of people can only bid farewell.

Walking on the steps, I was speechless for a moment.

Chu Yu threw a pebble into the calm pool water: "I feel that the Holy Majesty and Han Xici are not normal recently, and every time there is a meeting, the Holy Majesty will leave him alone."

The stone splashed huge ripples, Wen Yan and Liu Ting looked at each other with a little helplessness in their eyes.

What can I do?

Sensing that the atmosphere seemed not right, Chu Yu half-jokingly said, "Your Majesty won't quietly increase his salary, will you?"

Still no one spoke, and finally he touched his nose in embarrassment: "Probably not."

In the study, Han Min was still looking for his lost pen.

Fu Xun inadvertently caught a glimpse of the pen on his case, and that pen was placed on the school function diagram drawn by Han Min.

He held the pen in his palm, but asked, "What do you want that pen for? Just get you another one."

Han Min lay down on the mat to look for it: "That pen was given by you the day I tied the crown."

Hearing Fu Xun laugh out loud, he said again: "Don't laugh, quickly help me find it."

Fu Xun walked up to him and seemed to have put something on the case. Han Min sat up and looked, wasn't it the pen?

Han Min picked up the pen and washed it carefully: "Where did you find it?"

"On the table, it fell when you came to draw the picture."

While talking, Fu Xun slowly touched behind him and sat down, put his arms around his waist, pulled him into his arms, and finally leaned his head on Han Min's shoulder.

As soon as he tilted his head, his breath hit Han Min's earlobe, and where he passed, a blush soon appeared.

After the separation of more than half a month, Fu Xun especially liked to hug him and kiss him after goodbye. As long as we get along in private, we have to stay together.

Han Min is thin-skinned, and every time he makes him blush and heart-warming.

Of course he was uncomfortable at this moment, he twisted his body to escape, but Fu Xun hugged him even tighter.

"The door is not closed, in case Zhuoshi and the others..."

Fu Xun squeezed his fingers: "They're gone."

Han Min had nothing to say and let him go.

After a while, Han Min suddenly remembered something: "By the way, if you want to send me back recently, it's better to be at the entrance of the alley, not in front of the house."

"how?"

"Grandpa seems to be a little suspicious." Han Min pursed his lips and complained in a low voice, "It's all your fault."

The last time I sent him back, Fu Xun directly pressed him at the door and kissed him, and then Grandpa Han came out.

After a moment of silence, Han Min was quick to wit, and said with red eyes that sand had gotten into his eyes, and Fu Xun was blowing for him.

This excuse is really lame, no wonder Grandpa Han is suspicious.

He sometimes felt that Fu Xun was simply a dog, ah no, he turned into a wolf, and would come up with a scorching head anytime, anywhere.

I didn't see him like this before when I wasn't sure.

Just thinking of this, Fu Xun leaned over to kiss him again.

Han Min felt itchy, and turned his head to avoid it. His eyes fell on the map hanging in the study room, he took a closer look, and said with a smile, "Wow, why did you change to a new map so quickly?"

He pushed Fu Xun's hand away and stepped forward to look.

On that map, the fifteen important towns in the northwest of Song State have been included in the territory of Qi State.

It seems that he really likes these fifteen towns.

Han Min raised his hand and touched the sheepskin map with his fingertips: "Has the Fifth Prince sent a message back? How is Song State?"

Fu Xun walked up to him: "Gongsun Lun is on his way, and he should arrive in a few days."

"It's really Mr. Gongsun." Han Min sighed, "But he is quite old."

"You handed over to Fu Rang what you need to deal with Gongsun Rang. Now that he's here, you're not happy?"

Han Min remained silent, frowning with regret.

Fu Xun said again: "He has never been out of Song Dynasty, when did you know him?"

"I haven't seen him, I just read his books, and I also heard about the teacher and Zhuoshi."

Senior Senior Officer Liu and Senior Senior Chu Yu were originally from the Song Dynasty, and Gongsun Lun was nearly two rounds older than Senior Senior Senior Liu.

At that time, Liu Lao Xueguan was studying in the Song Dynasty, and he also worshiped under him.

Later, Han Min studied with Senior Official Liu, and many of the books he read were compiled and annotated by Gongsun Lun.

So strictly speaking, this old Mr. Gongsun whom Han Min has never met is actually his ancestor.

Han Min's understanding of him all came from his writings and the narrations of Senior Senior Officer Liu and Chu Yu.

The pamphlet for Fu Rang was compiled in the same way.

The two countries are fighting, and Han Min will naturally try his best to plan for Qi.

However, literati cherish each other, regardless of age, seniority and national boundaries, they can only be hidden in their hearts.

In the dim night, in the deputy commander's tent, the flames flickered, reflecting the old man's slightly hunched back on the tent.

Fu Rang sat on the main seat, folded his hands in his sleeves, and unconsciously traced the outline of the booklet with his fingertips.

"Mr. Gongsun is eager for the country, and this king naturally understands. It's just that Zhao Cun is indeed an envoy of the Song Dynasty. If we don't pursue who he is instigating, it is a concession. If we continue to pursue it, I am afraid that more and more people will be involved. How many, can Mr. Song be able to plead guilty?"

"As for what the old man said just now, Qi State is a vassal state of Song State, and Qi State is rude. It is nonsense. Is there anything in this world that is stronger than a state? If so, I think Song State should be a vassal of Qi State. .”

"Song State claims to be orthodox in the Central Plains, and now the king of Song is rebelling against other countries. Song State doesn't ask whether this is in accordance with the rules, but says that there are no rules for my Qi State to be a teacher. Why? This rule is also up to you to change?"

Gongsun Lun was already old, running around for days, and mentally weak. Originally, the Song Kingdom didn't take it for granted. After being surrounded by him like this, he had nothing to say, and just lowered his eyes.

Fu Rang raised his hand and asked his attendant to put a document in front of him: "This is the document that the Holy Majesty asked me to give to Song Jun. Please pass it on to Mr. Gongsun."

The document was tightly sealed, saying that it was for Song Jun to read, so Gongsun Lun couldn't open it without authorization.

But he heard Fu Rang said: "The Holy Majesty used to lead troops in the northwest, and he often told me that the fifteen towns south of Song Guopei Town are rich in water and grass, and they are also god-given barriers. It is a pity that the Song Dynasty only uses them to smuggle and sell goods." gone."

Only then did Gongsun Lun know what the letter was about.

But there was no other way, and he clenched his hands hidden in his sleeves.

After a long stalemate, he picked up the document and put it in his sleeve.

Fu Rang waved his hand: "Come here, send Mr. Gongsun out of the account."

Gongsun Lun walked to the tent and looked back: "The younger generations are to be feared, the younger generations are to be feared."

Fu Rang didn't answer, after all he didn't do anything.

The words to deal with Gongsun Lun and the way to advance and retreat were all written by Han Min in advance for him in the booklet.

After saying that, Gongsun Lun leaned on a cane and left tremblingly.

The crescent moon hung high, and the waterfowl on the Wei River screamed.

In Yong'an City, the carriage drove out from the palace gate and headed steadily towards the Han family.

When he reached the alley, Han Min lifted the curtain of the car and hurriedly said, "Just stop here."

He jumped out of the carriage, and Fu Xun, holding his pen, also got off the ground and told the carriage to wait in front.

Standing at the corner of the alley, Han Min poked his head out to make sure that his family members were inside and did not come out.

After waiting for a while to confirm his safety, he turned around, took a step forward, and buried his face in Fu Xun's arms.

"I'm going back soon."

Fu Xun stroked his hair: "You are always so worried. When the fifteen towns are in your hands, you will be granted a title based on your merits, and you will be granted the title of Marquis, and by the way, you will be announced to the world, so you don't have to hide it anymore. Your grandfather is gone."

Han Min hummed and rubbed against his chest twice: "Let's wait a little longer, wait until there is a major breakthrough in the advancement of the new law."

Speak the strongest words in the softest tone.

Fu Xun frowned deeply. Compared to him, Han Min seemed more like an emperor.