After the fan who wrote the emperor was discovered

In the room of Marquis Wenyuan's mansion, Chu Yu tightly grabbed Han Min's waist and dragged him to the bamboo couch.

Wen Yan sat up with his hands propped up, his eyes were slightly red, and he glanced at him.

Han Min was not afraid of Chu Yu hitting him, but he was afraid of Wen Yan crying.

Although Wen Yan only cried once in front of him.

But Wen Yan cried very pitifully, stubborn and forbearing.

Han Min stopped struggling, looked at him timidly, and tried to persuade him, "Don't cry."

Wen Yan didn't speak, but just glanced at Chu Yu.

Seeing this, Han Min pursed his lips and swallowed all the soft words back into his stomach.

These two wouldn't be working together to defraud him, right?

He thinks that there are no flaws these days, and he shouldn't be discovered.

Han Min settled down, and asked again: "What's wrong with you? Don't cry, what did I do wrong, I provoked you, why don't you talk?"

Wen Yan's face darkened, and he exchanged a glance with Chu Yu.

Installed, still installed.

Chu Yu threw Han Min over. Although Wen Yan broke his leg, his hands were still very strong, and he clamped Han Min's arm tightly.

Han Min became more and more suspicious that they were playing tricks, so he settled down and turned his head to Wen Yan and cried falsely: "Bian Zhang, it hurts, woo woo."

Wen Yan held his hand, let him sit on the bamboo couch, glanced at him, and said lightly: "It's okay, you have been fighting since childhood."

Han Min sniffed aggrievedly: "I'm not yet a month old, and I've been in a prison. I'm weak, woohoo."

"If you are wronged, I will rub it for you later."

Han Min met his eyes, but he didn't dare to ask, "Then what if I was wronged?"

He didn't ask, but Wen Yan continued: "If you haven't been wronged, I'll push your hand away, then turn it back, don't pass it again, and turn it back again."

A young man surnamed Wen, with red eyes, was pitiful, and wanted to take off someone else's arm.

Not daring to move, not daring to move, Han Min didn't even dare to make a sound.

Wen Yan chuckled, whispered in his ear, "Do you think who is over there?"

Han Min heard the words and looked away.

On the other side, Chu Yu had already walked in front of a bamboo screen with a wooden wheel under the screen.

Seeing Han Min looking over, he raised his hand and pushed, and the screen was folded to one side, and the person sitting behind reading——

It's Xie Yan.

Xie Yan held the book, looked up at Han Min, and smiled at him again.

Han Min's expression was dull.

Xie Yan knew that he was a Songyan Scholar, and they met in the backyard of Baishi Bookstore.But Xie Yan is not a talkative person, and Han Min also specifically asked him and Mr. Ge to keep it secret.

"Yeah? Isn't it? Xie Yan, you..."

Before Han Min could ask, Chu Yu closed the screen.

Chu Yu stepped forward and patted him on the cheek: "Xiao Minmin, be lenient when confessing, and be strict when resisting, and get rid of the law as soon as possible, and be a new man."

Han Min still secretly settled down, thinking about it, Xie Yan didn't say a word just now, and seemed to shake his head slightly at him, maybe he didn't say anything.Moreover, Chu Yu and Wen Yan's words were very vague.

Still cheating on him.

He made up his mind, anyway, he would kill him and refuse to admit it.

Chu Yu pinched his face: "Don't tell me?"

Han Min's eyes turned red instantly, and he cried, "Xie Yan, why are you here? What are you doing? Together to bully me."

Noticing that Chu Yu's hand pinching his face and Wen Yan's holding him loosened a little, Han Min blinked vigorously, holding back tears.

"Don't tell me what I did, how would I know? I have done a lot of bad things. When I just left the palace, I ate a piece of Chu Zhuoshi's dim sum, and then I broke one piece into two and put it on it, pretending that I didn't. eat."

Wen Yan and Chu Yu looked at each other.

They tried to persuade: "Don't cry, this..."

After brewing for a while, Han Min began to burst into tears: "You didn't say anything, you locked the door as soon as you came in, and held me down. Those who didn't know thought I was going to be sentenced to death. It scared me, I Originally... ah, my heart hurts..."

The two of them were startled and quickly let go of their hands.

Wen Yan patted his back, and Chu Yu patted his heart.

"Okay, okay, it's okay, it's our fault."

Hidden by his sleeves, Han Min hiccupped in a voice that sounded like he was laughing.

He was actually snickering—

If the few manuscripts he wrote this afternoon didn't slip out of his sleeves, he should have the last laugh.

The paper fell to the ground, Han Min's eyelids twitched, and before he could pick it up, Chu Yu quickly bent down and took the manuscript over before him.

He unwrapped the folded paper.

Han Min dodged to the side guiltily, thinking that if a fight broke out later, he should protect the head that conceived the plot, or the hand that wrote the script.

Chu Yu knew it with just a glance.

He handed the manuscript to Wen Yan, and Wen Yan also took a look.

Now I can be sure.

That day in Zuixianju, Han Min said that Songyan Scholar was a little villain, and after the two of them went back together, it seemed that there was something wrong.

Han Min used to scold Prince Gong with so many words, how could he be a little villain to Song Yan scholar?

So they began to suspect Han Min.

The several descriptions that Wen Yan speculated about Songyan Scholar were all in line with Han Min's, and the writing and sentences in the script also all resembled Han Min's handwriting.

But after a few times of probing, Han Min never showed any flaws.

Yesterday Han Min met Chu Yu at Jianguo Temple, and Chu Yu actually went to find Xie Yan.

They knew that if Han Min was a pine smoke scholar, Xie Yan would definitely know about it.

However, Xie Yan was still loyal to Han Min, so he didn't say anything about it.

Today, the two of them set up a trap for Han Min. Chu Yu brought Xie Yan over early in the morning, and didn't ask him again. He just threatened him with years of friendship, and asked him to sit there reading a book and put on a pose to make Han Min think of him. All said and done.

Xie Yan shook his head and hinted that Han Min was also clever, crying and complaining that he turned against customers.

Seeing his sad expression at the end, both Chu Yu and Wen Yan were a little shaken.

If there were no manuscripts, the two of them would have been busy comforting Han Min.

The two looked slightly angry, and their four eyes stared at him resentfully.

Han Min hid to the side, pretending to be a beauty, holding his heart in his hands, and whispered, "Oh, my heart hurts again."

Chu Yu patted his chest and snorted coldly: "Yes, your conscience should be hurting now. I didn't know you were so good at acting before, so I recommend you to be a pillar in the theater, okay?"

He sat next to Han Min and put his arms around his shoulders: "Come on, Han Min, if you have any opinions about me and Bian Zhang, you can talk about it face to face. Now that we are all here, you don't need to write a script, just say it."

Han Min fled to the side weakly and helplessly, shaking his head again and again: "I have no objection, I have no objection."

The two of them sat beside the bamboo couch, with their backs to Wen Yan.

Suddenly, someone slapped Han Min on the back.

He turned his head, and said softly and coldly: "You are joking and messing around with the Holy Majesty, what are you doing involving me?"

After saying this, he thumped Han Min's shoulder again, supported his injured leg, turned inside, and ignored him with his hands on his pillow.

Han Min was startled, then looked at Chu Yu, and pointed at Wen Yan.

——Let me coax him first. I have written four books for him, but only one for you. He is quite angry.

Chu Yu generously expressed his understanding, but he would never let it go afterwards.

Han Min kicked off his shoes, climbed onto the bamboo couch, hugged Wen Yan, and called him softly, "Benzhang, Yanyan—"

Without saying anything else, she called him in different ways, insisting that he should respond.

Xie Yan, who was sitting behind the screen, smiled disdainfully, and didn't think he was so useful.

But Han Min yelled a dozen times in a row, probably because he was annoyed by his quarrel, so Wen Yan said coldly, "I'm not dead, what are you yelling for?"

Han Min shook him: "It's easy to distinguish, don't say that you are dead or not."

Wen Yan glanced at him: "I said I was dead, but I didn't say you were dead, so what does it matter to you?"

Han Min kept shaking him: "I feel so sorry for you. Naturally, it's none of my business."

He held Wen Yan's hand and tilted it to the side: "Oh, I'm dead."

Unmoved by Wen Yan, he grabbed Wen Yan's hand and said weakly, "Touch it, I'm almost getting cold."

Wen Yan withdrew his hand and pushed him away, his tone was still cold: "Stay away."

Han Min was taken aback, moved outside, and asked pitifully, "Is this far enough?"

"Go further."

"Oh, how about this?"

"Far further."

"it is good."

Every time Wen Yan said "further away", Han Min backed up a little until he sat down on the couch, kicked his shoes, and stepped back step by step.

All the way to the door.

Han Min leaned against the door and turned the lock: "Benzhang, the door is locked, I can't get out."

After a long silence, Wen Yan said lightly: "I want to drink tea."

"understood."

Han Min poured the tea, held the tea bowl in both hands, and handed it to Wen Yan.

"After saying so many words 'how far away', are you really thirsty? Are you hungry? What to eat? I'll ask Chu Zhuoshi to get it."

Chu Yu gritted her teeth: "Master Han Min, I am also a victim."

Han Min said, "Then I'll let Xie Yan get it. What do you two want to eat? Sweet or salty?"

At this time, Xie Yan had already put down the scroll in his hand, pushed away the screen, and carefully observed Han Min's series of operations, trying to steal a trick or two.

It turned out that what he said was right, acting like a baby was really useful.

And he is too good at acting like a baby, he can coax this well, it is like turning the tide.

Wen Yan drank half a bowl of tea, then pushed Han Min's hand away, regained his composure, and began to interrogate him: "Kneeling, why did you write this? Is it fun?"

Han Min knelt down on the bamboo couch and scratched his hair embarrassingly: "No, it's just...for money."

The two of them looked at each other, and they clearly didn't expect that he was doing it for this.

Chu Yu's family is rich, and he never takes money matters to heart, but Wen Yan——

"Your Majesty didn't give you any money?"

"Ah?" Han Min was startled for a moment, and then he thought he understood, "Oh, if it's the salary of the living man..."

"No, before you became a living man, when you were in Tongzhou, he didn't give you money?"

Han Min remembered: "Yes, he gave me three bank notes when I went to Liuzhou last time."

"Nothing else?"

"Nothing else."

In fact, Fu Xun secretly stuffed Han Min with a stack of banknotes, but Han Min hasn't found out so far, so they naturally wouldn't know.

Wen Yan was very shocked, and asked again: "He won't give you money? Let you live alone in Tongzhou with your family, old and weak?"

He always thought that Fu Xun liked Han Min, he liked it very much.

She liked it so much that she would not hesitate to contradict the late emperor for him, and burn down Prince Gong's mansion for him.It was also for this reason that he didn't like Han Min very much before, and he always felt that Han Min was holding him back. Without Han Min, Fu Xun would be easier.

Later, when they became close friends with Han Min, they realized that he was really not a "demon concubine" material, so they gradually let go and let them go.

As a result, Han Min said that when he was in Tongzhou, Fu Xun only gave him three bank notes.

When Han Min was still in Liuzhou when the earthquake occurred, he pooled his own money to buy dozens of carts of food and medicinal materials.

Ho, bah, this is a bit too much!

Wen Yan's complexion changed again and again, and he held Han Min's hand: "Stop kneeling, come and sit next to me."

Han Min didn't know why he changed so quickly, but seeing that he was no longer angry, he felt relieved, and the two of them leaned on the same pillow.

Wen Yan said again: "So you just write scripts by yourself to make money?"

"Ah."

"How long have you been writing?"

"Two years. But don't worry, the previous ones are all sequels. I only wrote these "Two and Three Things"."

Wen Yan's family is poor, and he can understand him very well. He hugged him and touched his face: "Is the money enough?"

Han Min leaned in his arms: "It's... not bad, actually the Holy Majesty has treated me very well, he..."

A heavy cough interrupted his words.

Chu Yu winked at Wen Yan.

My heart softened too quickly.

Wen Yan came to his senses, pushed him away, pressed his shoulder, and continued to ask: "The death penalty is inevitable, let me ask you again, why did you write about me and Zhuoshi?"

"You started writing it in Tongzhou, I think...you and the Holy One..."

The monarch and his ministers have been partners for more than ten years, and they are a good match.

Not daring to say this out loud, Han Min only explained in a low voice: "You are the number one literati under his command. I thought it was quite...so I wrote the first book on a whim, and later found out that there are not many people writing about this topic. At once……"

The more he went on, the lower his voice, and finally plunged his head into Wen Yan's arms again.

Wen Yan has always been hard-spoken and soft-hearted, but now he almost calmed down and stroked his hair.

But Chu Yu took his shoulders and pulled him over: "What about me? I'm not the number one literati, did I provoke you?"

"Zhuoshi, you should know more about singing operas in your spare time than distinguishing chapters." Han Min looked into his eyes sincerely, "Don't you think that a romantic and handsome Tanhualang and an emperor who is decisive in life and death are a good match?"

Chu Yu said angrily: "It's worthy!"

Someone echoed in a low voice: "I don't feel worthy either."

The latter sentence was said by Xie Yan.

It was only then that Chu Yu remembered that he was still here, and turned around and said, "It's none of your business, you can go."

Xie Yan walked to the door, imitating Han Min just now, and turned the lock: "Zhuoshi, the door is locked, I can't leave."

Chu Yu frowned, and said angrily: "How old are you, how old is Mi Min? He hasn't put on a crown yet, you can touch the boy Bai on your temples yourself, you can learn from him?"

Xie Yan choked, but Han Min didn't tell him that acting like a baby depends on his age.

But the words went too far, Han Min secretly elbowed him in the waist to remind him.

"Xie Yan, leave him alone, go back and read."

Chu Yu turned her head and said to Han Min: "I'm not defending you either, I'm not as easy to talk about as you are, if you don't explain the things in the script today, you don't even think about leaving."

"You really don't think Shengshang and Tanhualang..."

"I don't think so." Chu Yu snorted coldly, "I only know that you sold me for money."

Han Min tried to explain: "I have always felt that literary creation should be separated from the real world. There was an article in "The Legend of the White Ape" that said Ouyang Xiu was the son of the White Ape, and Ouyang Xiu was not angry."

"Do you still care about you? I just can't compare with Ouyang Dadu, okay?"

"Then I will apologize to you, don't be angry."

Chu Yu said: "In the future, you are not allowed to write "Tan Hua Lang" again."

Han Min was a little embarrassed: "I wrote half of it, and it suddenly stopped. It's not very good."

Chu Yu thought about it: "Then I'll limit you to one book and write the rest."

"Who are you writing?"

"What do you think?"

When he asked this question, Wen Yan and Xie Yan also looked at Han Min.

Wen Yan said: "If you dare to write Yushi again, it's useless to act like a baby."

"I know."

Xie Yan also said: "I'm not familiar with him, I haven't seen him before."

"I know too."

The two people present quickly dispelled the suspicion, Han Min stroked his chin and thought: "I'll think about this question carefully..."

He couldn't think of one, so Chu Yu helped him think of one: "Write about yourself."

Han Min was taken aback: "Huh?"

Following the way Han Min asked him just now, Chu Yu said, "Han Min, you should understand this better than us when you write the script. Does it match?"

Dig yourself a hole.

Han Min shook his head with difficulty: "I don't think so."

"I think it's pretty good, don't you, Bianzhang?"

Chu Yu pushed him aside and leaned next to Wen Yan.

Wen Yan thought about it seriously, and smiled at him: "Better than the two of us."

"It's not just a match, it's a perfect match. When I was a housekeeper, the Holy Majesty never asked me to eat. Isn't it strange that you even eat supper and snacks at Funing Hall?"

"And you and the Holy Majesty have known each other since childhood..."

Han Min retorted, "But it was a fight."

Chu Yu smiled, and separated and closed his hands: "I want to fight, of course I want to fight, but after the fight, hey, I made up again. Ups and downs, back and forth, I found that I have deep roots in love during the fight, and it is difficult to fight." Extricate yourself."

He reminded Han Min: "We are telling you the writing outline of "The Two and Three Stories of the Holy Master and the Wisdom Lord". Hurry up and find a piece of paper to write it down."

Han Min thumped the couch and said loudly, "I don't want to write this!"

"It's okay if you don't write it. If you don't write it, I will write it with Bianzhang. If you write a few books for us, we will also write a few books for you."

"Anyway, I won't write." He thought about it again, stared at him, and said angrily, "Don't tell Fu Xun either."

Chu Yu laughed: "You still ask us?"

Han Min said softly, "Don't tell him."

"Why didn't you tell him? Didn't you fight against him? Tell him, just to be angry with him, you see me and Bianzhang are angry with you."

"Don't tell him."

"Let's talk about it. How can you not tell your majesty about such a fun thing?"

The two of them looked at each other and smiled, Han Min got so angry that he dragged his shoes and walked over to Xie Yan's side.

Xie Yan looked at him helplessly——

I can't help it, I could have gotten away with it, but who knows that you still carry the written manuscript with you.How can I help you?

Han Min sat beside him with his arms folded, without saying a word.

angry.

Sit quietly for a while.

On the bamboo couch, Chu Yu and Wen Yan exchanged glances, and then looked at Han Min.

It was so funny, it seemed a little annoyed.

Who knew how Fu Xun would get angry when he was mentioned?

Wen Yan winked at Chu Yu, and he got off the ground, stepped forward and pushed Han Min's hand.

"Hey, baby, don't be angry."

Han Min was unmoved.

Knowing what was bothering him, Chu Yu said, "It's okay if we don't tell the Holy One."

Han Min turned to look at him, and then turned back quickly.

Several manuscripts dangled in front of him.

"You read the things you wrote to us, and don't tell the Holy One."

He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Really?"

"real."

Chu Yu glanced at the sky outside the window.

"It's too late now, you read a paragraph first, and we'll have dinner."

This is too simple, this thing was written by him, so it is not difficult for him to read it out.

Han Min took the manuscript, glanced at it, coughed twice, and cleared his throat: "This..."

It's hard.

I'm so ashamed, I can't say it.

Chu Yu rubbed his head: "Read it, remember to replace the word Tanhualang with Qijulang."

Han Min wiped his face, poked his neck and read, "...Liang Qi's face turned red immediately, and his voice was like a mosquito."

"There is even a performance." Chu Yu pinched his face, "The little face is flushed, and the voice is like a mosquito. Hmm, it's very similar."

Han Min patted his hand away: "Don't make trouble."

He tried to read his words in a tone without any ups and downs of emotion: "I was born to be romantic, wandering in flowers and grass, how could I not have heard such words? It's just that he was forced into a corner by Emperor Qi at this time. A strong long arm is blocking his side, and his eyes are burning..."

After reading two sentences, he couldn't read any more.

I didn't think it was weird when I wrote it, but if I asked him to read it out, it was really...

Han Min threw away the manuscript, wailed, and lay down on the table, burying his face in his arms.

"If you want to write about Qi Lang, you can write it. If you want to tell him, tell him too. I won't read it."

Woohoo, I want to go home.

This day's dinner was packed by Chu Yu who sent a servant to a restaurant outside.

I listened to Han Min read the script for a while before the meal, and listened to him read a few passages after the meal.

Han Min was holding a volume of "Two or Three Things", and stood aside aggrieved, like a little storyteller.

But he tried his best to maintain a flat tone, trying to cover up his inner breakdown.

Seeing that he was about to have a seizure, Wen Yan stopped: "Okay, okay, don't read it."

Han Min threw the script on the table and sat down angrily.

Now I regret it, I regret it very much.

As the sky was getting dark, Chu Yu sent him back on the way, Xie Yan was going back to Jianguo Temple.

Walking out of the alley where Marquis Wenyuan's Mansion is located, Chu Yu pulled Han Min and walked straight forward.

Han Min glanced back: "Hey, Xie Yan..."

"I don't know him."

Leaving only this sentence, Chu Yu pushed Han Min into the carriage and got in himself.

He leaned on the seat: "I have a clear conscience. He dared to say in front of Juzi that he didn't know me. I dared not recognize him. I invited him over today, and I paid him off by inviting him to dinner just now. way..."

When he turned his head, he saw Han Min lift the curtain and gesture with Xie Yan.

And Xie Yanwen waved to him with a smile, it doesn't matter.

Chu Yu was a little annoyed, grabbed Han Min's belt, dragged him back to the carriage, and lowered the curtain.

Chu Yu plausibly said: "You are my literati, what gestures are you making with him?"

The carriage was rumbling, Xie Yan was standing at the entrance of the alley, and the moonlight slanted on him.

He stood where he was, bowing his head as if he was sending off the young master when he was reading with him.

The next day, Han Min was not supposed to be on duty. After waking up, he wanted to continue the manuscript for two pages, but he couldn't finish it.

Wen Yan read a passage to Wen Yan yesterday, and he dreamed about that passage last night.

——Fu Xun blocked him in a corner, with two arms pressed by his side, his eyes burning.

Just as Fu Xun was about to speak, Han Min subconsciously said, "Isn't it, Your Majesty? Can you do it to me?"

He obviously didn't mean to say this.

But after saying this, he woke up.Thin sweat soaked through the shirt and stuck to the back, feeling a little cold.

He was still holding Fu Xun's long sword, clutching it in his arms, the cold scabbard was a little warm.

The author has something to say: Jiaojiao: Isn't that right, sir?

Fu Gou:? ? ?I didn't come to a chapter, and my wife has doubts about my ability?

Chu Yu: I want to co-write "Two or Three Things Between the Holy One and the Living Man" with Bianzhang!

Jiaojiao: Please don't

Fu Gou: Adding officials to rank

Jiaojiao: I also wrote "Yu Shi" and "Tan Hua Lang", and I also want to be promoted

Fu Gou: Recognize your position and make you queen