After the fan who wrote the emperor was discovered

After leaving the camp of Qi State, maybe he caught a cold, or maybe he found that there was no way to save him, Gongsun Lun fell ill when he went back.

But there was still no delay, he insisted on rushing back to the capital of Song State, and Song Jun summoned him overnight.

Song Jun couldn't eat or sleep well in the past few days, he was afraid that when he woke up, there would be news of the Qi army's north crossing, he was so anxious that several blisters formed on the corners of his mouth.

Hearing that Gongsun Lun was ill again, he was even more anxious, and directly issued an order to let the horse-drawn carriage directly enter the palace.

He held Gongsun Lun's hand tightly, and his tone was almost pleading: "Mr. Gongsun, how is the matter? Can the Qi State retreat?"

Gongsun Lun opened his mouth, weak and unable to speak, he could only take out the document from his sleeve.

Song Jun let go of his hand, took the document in a hurry, and glanced at it two or three times.

Qi State can retreat, but it requires Song State to cede fifteen towns in the northwest.

It would be nice to be able to retreat, Song Jun looked at the document and actually laughed.

He caressed the document: "Okay, very good, very good, hurry up and send a few adults to discuss the cession."

Originally, Gongsun Lun felt ashamed to see the emperor because he didn't get things done, but now seeing him like this, he felt cold hands and feet, as if he had fallen into the Wei River.

He vomited a mouthful of blood and fell straight to the ground.

Song Jun asked people to draw up the documents for pleading guilty and ceding the Northwest overnight, and also attached a volume of maps of the important towns in the Northwest.

After sending it to the camp on the south side of the Wei River, the people of Qi returned the things.

He told them to send an envoy to send him to Yong'an in person, so that the etiquette can be considered comprehensive.

Qi Guo also sent Zhao Cun's body back by the way. Zhao Cun kept sitting on a privately made dragon chair, and an arrow nailed him to it.

Song Jun didn't dare to answer, so he quickly picked an envoy, dressed up again, and went to Qi State.

As for Zhao Cun's body, he got angry when he saw it, and didn't even look at it.

Seeing him like this, the people below didn't bother to take care of him.

Only Zhao Cun's biological sister, Zhao Yin, found a place to bury him.

Others said that brotherhood is deep, but only Zhao Yin knows it. She just thinks that her brother is funny and ridiculous, so she can't help but watch it again.

This time as an envoy to the state of Qi, Song Jun certainly did not dare to send her there.

After she came back from Qi State, except for a scene in the Golden Palace, she always closed the door to thank guests, looking terrified.When someone else came to ask, she only said that Mr. Qi looked fierce, cruel and heartless, and he was like a tiger.

When the other princesses heard this, their legs were so frightened that their legs went limp. Before Song Jun could say anything, they all said they were sick.

Song Jun also completely stopped thinking about getting married.

A few days later, Fu Rang returned to Yong'an.

It was midnight when he arrived, he rested in the mansion for one night, and entered the palace early the next morning.

He got off the carriage at the gate of the palace, just in time to meet Han Min——

A carriage stopped directly in front of the palace gate, and the person inside lifted the curtain and said to the guard: "Morning, I am on duty today."

The guard guarding the gate clasped his fists at him: "Master Xiao Han."

As he spoke, he withdrew his steps to let the carriage in.

This is wrong!Fu Rang chased after him.

"Wait, wait, how can you go in like this? I'm the prince and I have to get out of the car."

It was late October at this time, the weather was changing quickly, and Han Min was afraid of the cold, so he wore thick clothes.

He stretched his finger out of the thick sleeve, opened the curtain, looked at Fu Rang, and said confidently: "I am weak, and the Holy One specially gave me a chariot, allowing me to enter the palace like this."

As soon as he lifted the curtain of the car, Fu Rang felt a rush of heat rushing towards his face.

Fu Rang pursed his lips, and muttered in a low voice: "This is too partial. Are you the brother of the emperor who has been lost for many years?"

Han Min smiled and said, "Then you come up."

Fu Rang glanced at him. Although he was not very happy, he still went up.

The carriage was running smoothly, Fu Rang raised his sleeves: "It's so hot in your carriage."

He paused for a while before he realized that Han Min was really in poor health, so he needed to take good care of him.

Han Min only asked, "When did you come back?"

"Last night, it was too late, so I didn't enter the palace."

"Is Song Guo's affairs still in order?"

"Is it okay for me to go out in person?" Fu Rang put his arm around his shoulders, "Of course, you can predict things like a god."

Han Min nodded thoughtfully: "Mr. Gongsun..."

"I heard that he fell ill after he returned. But before he left, he said a few words to me, 'You are awesome'. I think it's not about me, but about you."

Han Min smiled, but didn't speak.

It turns out that Mr. Gongsun treats him the same way because he loves each other, even though he has never met him.

It will be winter soon, and they are also sick, maybe this is also a kind of fate.

Probably because he suffered too many injuries before and didn't heal well. In winter, Han Min would suffer from minor illnesses again and again.

So the palace gave the old doctor Liang a holiday, let him live in Han Mansion, and recuperate Han Min's body.

Rare medicinal materials were also sent to Han's residence like running water, and the furs from this autumn hunting were all cut for Han Min's clothes, fearing that it would be inconvenient for him to wear them, so he specially sewed them into the official uniform for him as a lining.

He was afraid of the cold, and the ground dragon was set on fire early in Funing Palace.

It was too warm, so Fu Xun changed into thin summer clothes, very accommodating.

When the envoys of the Song Dynasty arrived in Yong'an, it was already the middle of the winter month.

At the court meeting in Zichen Palace, they presented the map of the northwest with both hands.

It was also Han Min who was on duty that day. He was sitting next to Fu Xun with a stove in his pocket, watching the servant put the maps and documents in front of Fu Xun.

While no one was paying attention, he moved towards Fu Xun.

He wants to see it too.

The sheepskin map is unfolded, the map is very delicate, and the black ink is fragrant.In order to please Fu Xun, Song Jun had allocated all the territory in the northwest to Qi State.

Fu Xun lowered his eyes, only took a look, then turned his head to look at Han Min.

Han Min quietly raised the corners of his lips towards him.

Fu Xun also smiled at him, hiding his other look behind his smile.

In fact, he knew very well that Han Min sympathized with the common people and had a warm heart. Whether he was plotting against the Northwest or implementing new laws, he was working hard for the Qi State he wanted.

Fu Xun felt that he was not quite the same as him. His treatment of the Northwest and the Song State was just out of a man's desire to control.

He was in the northwest at that time, riding a horse on a sand dune, looking along a rare small water flow in the desert, and seeing the town with lush water and grass, he thought it was very good, and it could be used to raise horses and train soldiers.

If you train your soldiers well, you can conquer the state of Song.

Simple idea.

He wanted to hold everything in his hands.

Although Han Min's thoughts were different, Fu Xun never showed it, and on the contrary, he followed him very well.

Han Min wanted a wise ruler, he wanted chapters in history books about how the ruler and his ministers got along well, and he wanted good stories about the wise ruler and virtuous ministers in the folk, so it was not difficult for him to pretend to be a wise ruler.

Fu Xun sometimes thinks that Han Min is still there.

Otherwise, when he holds everything he wants in his hand, he might not be able to resist treating the world as his own and messing with it as he pleases.

The desire to control breeds the desire to destroy, which will arouse the resentment of the people and leave a bad reputation for thousands of years.

Therefore, wise rulers and virtuous ministers achieve each other.

Fu Xun collected his thoughts and looked at the envoy in the palace.

Then came the polite conversation with the envoys, and Fu Xun pointed out a few more people to do the handover, and the servant shouted "retire from the court".

Hundreds of officials kowtow, and the mountain shouts long live.

Fu Xun got up to leave, Han Min also put away the pen and paper, and followed him to the apse.

Fu Xun raised his hand to push back the attendant, and shook Han Min's hand, the stove was still warm.

Han Min smiled and said, "Congratulations, Your Majesty has fulfilled his wish."

But Fu Xun said indifferently: "Congratulations."

These words were a little too serious, Han Min raised his eyes to look at him, the two looked at each other for a while, and finally opened their arms tacitly and embraced each other.

Before the Song envoys left, Han Min asked Fu Rang to ask them some questions.

He folded his hands and hid in the corner waiting.

On the banks of the Wei River, it was Fu Rang who had always negotiated with them, and now it was more convenient for Fu Rang to ask questions.

After waiting for a while, Fu Rang resigned the envoy and looked around.

Han Min poked his head out: "This way, this way."

Only then did Fu Rang see him and strode towards him.

Han Min asked, "How is it?"

"When they came, Mr. Gongsun's illness was not healed. The elderly are like this. They may be sick all winter, and I don't know if they can survive..."

He didn't go on.

Han Min pursed the corners of his lips and asked again, "What about Princess Rongning?"

"She is also sick and has been shutting herself out."

"it is good."

When Zhao Yin left, she asked for two fake death pills from the old doctor Liang, and Fu Xun also promised that the people Qi Guo arranged in Song Guo Palace would help her leave.

She was probably biding her time.

Fu Rang looked at him suspiciously: "What did you ask her for?"

"When she was here, she had a good relationship with me. I was worried that she would suffer after going back, so I wanted to ask."

"Well. Then why don't you ask yourself?"

"Song Jun is suspicious. If I ask, it is out of good intentions. I'm afraid it will hurt them instead."

"Too."

Before you know it, it will soon be the fourteenth day of the twelfth lunar month.

Since last night, there has been light snow in the sky.This morning Han Min opened the window and saw that the sky and the earth were white.

Then Xiao Zizi trotted in with his breakfast and told him not to play.

Han Min shyly retracted his outstretched hand and closed the window sash.

He wore several clothes before he put on the red official uniform, and finally put on the cloak.

Xiao Zizi helped him put on the fluffy rabbit fur hat, and he also covered Xiao Zizi's ears with his hands.

"I'm leaving first, you don't have to follow."

"Yes."

The carriage was waiting in front of the door, and Han Min could get into the carriage as soon as he left the house.

Walking all the way to the front of Funing Hall, I happened to see a group of people on the steps.

He jumped out of the carriage and yelled against the cold wind: "Benzhang!"

The group of people stopped and looked back at him.

"If you don't hurry up, you will be the last."

Han Min was wearing heavy clothes, it was snowing, and the steps were a bit slippery, he climbed up the steps carefully——

Dressed like this, it would be embarrassing if you fell on the ground and couldn't get up.

It was a while before he came up to his friends.

Tomorrow is the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, the last big court meeting this year.

This year is also the first year of the new king's ascension to the throne. It is not easy for them to live this year well, so they have to come a day earlier for a small meeting.

Han Min saw Xie Yan: "Are you back? When did you come back?"

Xie Yan said: "Last night."

Han Min stretched out his hand and tugged at his sleeve: "Not bad, not bad, go to any place, even the clothes have changed."

"no……"

"I understand, I understand." Han Min smiled and tugged on Chu Yu's sleeve again, "It's the same material, tsk, Young Master Chu is not so generous to me."

Xie Yan secretly observed Chu Yu's expression, and said: "It's all a reward from the young master."

As before, Chu Yu ignored him, and instead stroked Han Min's rabbit fur hat: "I want to be generous, but I don't have so many furs."

Chu Yu held his wrist with his backhand, and counted his clothes layer by layer: "Last time you said that I need the feathers of a dozen geese to sleep. Let me see, this is fox fur, this is Rabbit fur..."

"Tsk, I'm afraid His Majesty has given you the whole hunting ground to wear?"