Beside him, Qi Yong kept trying to pull his master away, but the two were holding each other tightly and couldn't be separated.

Han Yun was also sweating profusely, completely at a loss for what to do.

"Young Master, let's not make a scene, okay? If someone sees us, it'll be really hard to explain."

He just said it casually at the time.

But now, I increasingly feel that I have touched upon some hidden thoughts of my young master.

"Insolence!" Qi Yong glared angrily at Han Yun. "If you tarnish the master's reputation, I will slaughter your entire family."

"No, Qi Yong, you're not allowed to bully people."

"Don't listen to his bragging," Han Yi glanced at Qi Yong disdainfully and snorted coldly, "Anyone who dares to bully Han Yi hasn't even been born yet."

"Young Master," Han Yun pleaded, looking at Qi Yong's sinister face, "Please say less, let's go home, let's go home first."

"I won't go home. Seeing the old man makes me feel terrible," Han Yi said stubbornly, drunk. "Let me think about where to go."

"I've got it! Huangjiakou, let's go to Huangjiakou!"

Drunk, Han Yi instinctively wanted to go somewhere that would help him relax.

"Huangjiakou? Where is that?"

"It's a great place, really great. The people are great, the wine is great," Han Yi paused, then added, "and the food is especially good too!"

"Then let's go to Huangjiakou!"

"Master, please reconsider?" Qi Yong advised tactfully.

“Young Master,” Han Yun said, feeling he had never faced such a difficult situation, “we cannot go to Huangjiakou now.”

What would you do at the Huang family's house if you were drunk?

Is he drunk and acting crazy?

Walking more than ten miles to someone's house to act drunk and disorderly is truly a bizarre tale.

"No, we have to go to Huangjiakou. Han Yun, go prepare the car, let's go!"

Upon hearing this, Han Yun did not move.

He wasn't drunk when his young master was, so how could he possibly be fooling around with him?

"Arrange a car," Qi Yong said through gritted teeth. "I'll keep an eye on things here."

"Arrange a car?" Han Yun looked at Qi Yong in disbelief. "Are you kidding me? You're just letting those two act like this when they're drunk?"

Actually, he planned to take the two of them directly back to the inner room.

“Quickly,” Qi Yong warned, “don’t make me repeat myself a third time.”

If he hadn't been traveling incognito, he would have chopped the young man's head off with just those words.

His Majesty's words are golden words, how could a mere attendant like him refute them?

Even words spoken while drunk should not be taken as a joke.

This is the dignity of an emperor!

Han Yun, who considered himself to have experienced a lot, was still intimidated by Qi Yong's menacing gaze and immediately obediently went out.

It wasn't until he sat on the carriage shaft that he realized, "Strange, I'm a member of the Han family, why should I listen to him?"

The carriage moved slowly and leisurely, and the two people in the carriage unknowingly fell asleep.

When they arrived at Huangjiakou, Qi Yong lifted the carriage curtain and found the two sleeping side by side. He immediately signaled Han Yun to stop.

"Uncle, what's wrong?"

"The master is asleep. Stop and wait, don't disturb him."

"yes!"

Qi Yong got down and began to observe Huangjiakou. He was particularly curious about what was so special about this place that made the drunken Han Yi so obsessed with it.

Generally speaking, anyone who witnesses the emperor's disgraceful behavior should be silenced. However, considering the scene of the two of them embracing and wailing, Qi Yong felt that Han Yi might very well escape this fate.

Perhaps, after surviving this ordeal...

"Pear blossoms fill the sky, peach blossoms are in full bloom, and farmers work in the fields. There is no sign of hardship; instead, it resembles a paradise on earth."

"Uncle, you have a good eye," Han Yun said, giving a thumbs up. "The feng shui of Huangjiakou is particularly good for people. You'll see when you go in; it's different from other places."

Every time their masters were coming, they would fight tooth and nail to get there, not only because the Huang family was kind and the food was delicious, but also because they felt a strange attraction to them.

Every time I go to the Huang family's courtyard, I feel the tightness in my chest dissipate a lot.

It's as if even the biggest hurdle is nothing to them.

Moreover, the hidden injuries in my body are slowly and gradually healing.

It's so slow it's almost imperceptible, yet the repairs are truly underway.

Han Yun once suspected that the Huang family was a legendary blessed land.

"The road has been repaired, which shows that they had foresight."

"The roads here are made of rammed earth, while the village is paved with blue bricks, which is even better."

"Judging by your familiarity with the place, you've been here quite often," Qi Yong's eyes gleamed. "Is there anyone special here?"

“Everyone here is special,” Han Yun said proudly. “Don’t let their ordinary appearance and simple clothes fool you; they are all heroes. The silver den at Qingfeng Temple was taken down by Huangjia Village.”

When Han Yun first heard about this, he was shocked.

Having traveled far and wide, I've seen all sorts of things. When I was escorting goods for my family, I often encountered desperate criminals who were very difficult to deal with. Even with dozens of men with me, I had to be careful.

Almost everyone in the Han family practices martial arts, yet they can barely protect themselves.

It's nothing short of a miracle that a bunch of country bumpkins could take down Qingfeng Temple in one night with just a burst of energy!

"So it was them!" Qi Yong suddenly realized, then said meaningfully, "The feng shui here is indeed excellent."

They had been searching for half a month without finding a location, but thanks to this unexpected event, they saved a lot of time.

Instantly, Qi Yong's goodwill towards Huangjiakou increased dramatically, and along with it, his goodwill towards the villagers of Huangjiakou also soared.

This is a blessed place, and the people here are blessed too!

Who knows, it might actually bring them some good luck.

Even a little bit of good luck can provide more protection for one's emperor's health.

"Of course," Han Yun said longingly, looking at the rows of houses in Huangjiakou. "When I get old and can no longer serve the young master, I will buy a piece of land around Huangjiakou and build a house, so that I can visit Aunt Jiang's house anytime."

"Is that all you've got?" Qi Yong laughed. "If you like Huangjiakou so much, why don't you just build your house in the village?"

He found himself somewhat fond of the young man before him.

They are simple, innocent, and lively.

He was completely different from the scheming and ruthless people he had encountered before.

"I'd like to, but it's not possible," Han Yun said regretfully, spreading his hands. "Huangjiakou doesn't accept outsiders."

Upon hearing this, Qi Yong dismissed it, saying, "It's no big deal. Just spend more money, use connections, and register your household directly through the government. Once the deed is done, they can't possibly kick you out."

A few casual words startled Han Yun. "Uncle, don't do anything rash."

"What? Is there a problem?" Qi Yong asked, puzzled. "You like Huangjiakou, and I'm trying to help you find a solution."

“We can’t do that,” Han Yun stammered as he explained, “I like it, that’s why I can’t break it.”

"You're wrong about that," Qi Yong said, somewhat exasperated. "If you want something, you should be willing to do whatever it takes to achieve it. Just getting into the village to live is enough. Why are you worrying about all this other stuff?"