Chapter 102 The Temperament That Annoys Famous People

In Qiyunju, six people came to the most famous tailor shop in the capital. They were called by Huo Gannian to make clothes for several of his personal guards.

The old tailors took measurements for Yun Chen and the others and said with a smile:

"You gentlemen have excellent figures. Paired with the most expensive fabrics from the Huo Mansion, they will surely look like fireworks when worn!"

Hua Jue laughed: "You old tailor are quite good at talking!"

The old tailor smiled and responded with a few words, then asked Huo Gannian:

"May I ask, Master Huo, how many sets of clothes should be made for each adult?"

Huo Gan read out the rest, "Sixteen suits each for spring, autumn, winter, and summer; eight for horseback riding, eight for boating, eight for viewing flowers, eight for playing in the mud, twelve for banquets, and eighteen for casual wear...at least eighty suits for each person. Choose the most fashionable styles and have them made from head to toe, inside and out. Don't worry about the material being sturdy, just look good. Replace them when they get worn out."

"Alright! Don't worry, Young Master Huo, we will definitely dress you up majestically and beautifully."

Yun Chen and the others opened their mouths wide and said in shock:

"Young Master, eighty sets? Can I wear them all? You're so generous!"

Hua Jue was used to it: "What's the big deal? When I was a kid, my parents would make a year's worth of clothes for me every year."

Without saying anything, he put his arm around a tailor's shoulder and talked for a long time, finally admonishing him:

"I want to be a secret guard, Master. You know what a secret guard is? The coolest kind of guard! Your clothes don't have to be fancy—just expensive!"

Another old tailor asked Yun Chen, "Sir, what style do you want?"

Yun Chen thought about it and said embarrassedly:

"It has to be pretty."

The old tailor quickly brought out a stack of fabric patterns and asked Yun Chen to choose.

It was already mid-afternoon when the old tailor finished his work and left.

Ye Yan, Hua Jue and Buyan each took up their own tasks and went off to work, leaving only Yun Chen to accompany Huo Gannian in the study.

But Huo Gannian did not handle the affairs. He just sat next to Yun Chen and taught her how to write stroke by stroke.

Yun Chen learned the characters he recognized very quickly, but his strokes were like sticks of firewood, without any trace of pen strokes.

Huo Gannian nodded and praised:

“It’s well written, with the air of a famous writer.”

Yun Chen shrank his neck. "Young Master's calligraphy is famous in Kyoto, but mine... has the aura to piss off famous people to death."

"Hahahaha——" Huo Gannian laughed.

For the next two hours, until dark, the two of them stayed in the study.

White smoke rises from the incense burner, exuding the fragrance of pear wood.

Huo Gannian was handling affairs at the desk, while Yun Chen was sitting at the low table opposite, carefully learning to write stroke by stroke like a child who had just started school.

She wrote with concentration and seriousness, her mouth unconsciously pursed slightly, which was very cute.

After writing over and over again, dozens of sheets of paper were covered with the word "Huo".

She said that the character "Huo" has horizontal, vertical, stroke and dot components, so she had to learn it. But in the end, she lay on the table, resting her head on the rice paper and fell asleep.

When she woke up and moved her face away from the paper, she saw a big "Huo" printed on her face.

"Haha..." He was laughing again.

It was time to go to bed; today was her turn to keep watch.

As usual, Huo Gannian would always chat with her for a while before going to bed, but today was different.

He handed me a picture book and said, "Read it to me."

She opened the album and read carefully:

"There was a child in Sheep Village. He was naughty and loved to imitate the crowing of roosters. One night, in the middle of the night, the child dreamt of a rooster crowing, and the cry resounded throughout the village. Hundreds of farmers were startled awake, gathered their tools, and went to work in the fields. But they saw a dim moon and sparse stars, and all the roosters were asleep. They couldn't help but curse... Hahaha, young master, this story is so interesting..."

She giggled as she read the story.

"Young Master, this art collection is really beautiful. The paintings are so well done. The handwriting is also good. Why does it look like your handwriting, Young Master?"

He looked at her with a smile in his eyes, "I drew this, do you like it?"

There are dozens of other books, all of which he worked on late into the night, selecting the best stories and writing and drawing them himself to create picture albums.

"Yun Chen, please read me a story every night before you go to bed," he said.

"Yeah!" She held the painting album with a warm smile on her face.

At this time, he waved at her mysteriously and pointed under the bed.

"That's for you too, take it out and play with it."

She became very interested, crawled under the bed, and took out a heavy copper box three feet long.

"It's so heavy. What is this? Did the young master give me a box of hidden weapons? Or is it a sword whetstone?"

He smiled and said nothing.

She opened the box and saw an exquisite and compact miniature mansion appear before her.

It was like shrinking a mansion a thousand times from the inside out.

The palm-sized front hall was filled with pocket-sized tables and chairs and hung with lanterns the size of soybeans.

In the bedroom was a scaled-down version of the original bed, with a gauze curtain smaller than a leaf. There were even two flowery pillows the size of rice grains on the bed.

Further to the side, there is a kitchen counter the size of a palm, pots the size of a fingernail, and even a small bucket that can hold a mouthful of water, and a silver pot that can boil four or five drops of water.

There were also seven or eight little clay figures, all with noses and eyes, looking like guards.

I wonder what kind of skilled craftsman could make such an exquisite and complicated set of toys.

"Brother Ye Yan, put it under the tree. Brother Buyan, take it farther away, preferably where we can't see it. It's too noisy, haha... Let Hua Jue hang it on the pole to bask in the sun, put Xiao Liu in the wine jar, and let Brother Gou sleep in the house... haha..."

She was obsessed with playing with this small mansion, and she felt that her eyes were not enough. There were so many things to see, and each one was exquisite.

"What about you, where are you?" Huo Gannian asked.

She picked up the last clay guard, hesitated for a moment, and gently placed it in his palm. She looked at him with clear eyes and said in a matter-of-fact tone:

"Wherever the young master is, there I am. I am with the young master—I am on guard duty!"

She obviously meant "guard", but to his ears, it somehow had a different meaning.

He lowered his eyelashes. "When I was a child, my mother gave me a set of these things. They were carved into a market with rice shops, sugar shops, wine shops, restaurants... more than twenty different shops. I asked the master craftsman to make a set of these, thinking you might like them."

She carefully picked up a small wine flask, sucked on the spout, and said happily:

"It looks good, really good! I like it very much, Master!"

Perhaps she spoke the last two sentences too quickly, almost connected together. His heart trembled violently, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down. After a long time of calming down, he touched her head and said in a hoarse voice:

"Play, I'll watch over you as you sleep tonight."

Because she had played too hard during the day and her old injuries had not healed completely, she actually felt very sleepy. She played with the small table and chair, and holding a broom the size of a toothpick in her hand, she slowly fell asleep.

She curled up on her side like a child, breathing evenly and quietly. On her face was a mark of the word "Huo" that had been wiped hard, but the traces were still visible, and the corners of her mouth were slightly curved.

He leaned quietly on the bed and looked at her, his soft heart making him feel uneasy.

He knew that he was stuck in it for the rest of his life and couldn't get out.

"Chen'er, good night, I wish you a sweet dream."