22 Life in the Palace Was Less Fun
Huo Qubing: I didn't say I was going to play here.
Liu Che's smile did not stop and fell lightly on Huo Yan.
He was joking, but when Huo Yan sensed his gaze, a layer of white sweat appeared on his back, and he completely lowered his eyes, not daring to look at him again.
Wei Qing was very worried and was about to stand up, but was stopped by Liu Che with a look.
Huo Qubing quickly looked at Huo Yan, indicating that he was deceiving others, but he was also hugged tightly by Liu Che, facing him.
Huo Yan also looked at Huo Qubing at the first moment. He did not trust the gossip in the barrage, nor did he trust Liu Che's character. At this time, Liu Che asked aloud, even though he already knew that the needle used to prick the crutch was related to Xiucheng Zizhong's death, he could not implicate his uncle and aunt.
In addition, he had no idea what they had said in the previous text, so he needed Huo Qubing's hint to tell Liu Che how much he knew and his attitude towards the matter.
After all, there is no need to explore some things. It all depends on whether the superiors are willing to protect them.
But now Huo Qubing was forced to only show his side face, so he couldn't see clearly.
His thoughts raced through his mind, and in a moment, he made a decision.
The little boy bowed his head and performed the kowtow. He had learned etiquette well, his arms were straight and his posture was smooth.
"My brother and I have been studying Confucianism since childhood. We are currently studying Mencius with our teacher. I am less intelligent than my brother and have trouble understanding. I fear being punished by our teacher, so I often study at night."
After he finished speaking, the few people in the hall who knew the truth fell into deathly silence.
Huo Qubing tried to see Liu Che's expression, and seeing that he still had a half-smile on his face, he felt very anxious.
But Huo Qubing soon smiled again, picked up the longan from the plate in his arms and started peeling it himself.
Liu Che did not stop him this time.
The sound of the dried longan skin cracking suddenly rang out, startling Huo Yan.
Huo Yan paused, then smiled shyly at Liu Che, acting like a child, with a faint dimple on his lips, half of his face red, and then continued, "The boy also occasionally reads medical books and has just learned to identify a few herbs."
Liu Che sneered.
The brat talks nicely, but just like your brother, he never tells the truth.
Two little foxes.
Huo Qubing glanced at Liu Che's face and scratched his head again.
Huo Yan broke out in a cold sweat. "Brother, if you continue to tell me, I will nail to death who is responsible for Xiucheng Zizhong's death."
But he trusted Huo Qubing, so he wiped the sweat from his forehead, finally made up his mind, and continued, "Occasionally I even use a needle to prick the mice at home."
Huo Qubing was about to pick the longan again, but Liu Che patted him lightly and the longan was taken away.
Huo Yan didn't get any instructions, so he kept silent and planned to deny it.
"Ayan is studious, which is very gratifying to me." Liu Che said in a good mood, and released Huo Qubing. "Qubing, help Ayan up quickly. The banquet will start soon, so please eat less."
Huo Yan cursed Liu Che in his heart, and then silently stood up like a little seal, being helped up by Huo Qubing.
You're trying to scare me, old man. Just wait. I'll definitely trick you to death later.
[Ayan's expression was one of cowardice, and he took note of it.]
[This is the first time I've seen Ah Yan suffer such a huge loss. He's been suppressed the entire time.]
[Ayan was unlucky. He woke up at a bad time, just when Liu Che was in the mood.]
[It's mainly because they feel guilty and don't keep in touch with each other.]
[Anyway, Ah Yan holds a grudge.]
[Ayan was crying beside his brother, and he felt really bad for it.]
…
Huo Yan hooked Huo Qubing's finger, and Huo Qubing nodded, indicating that nothing was wrong.
He breathed a sigh of relief, but then he felt overwhelmed with grievance and anger.
You see, he is not a good person.
His eyes were blazing with fire, and he lay behind Huo Qubing and chatted with him silently.
Instead, Huo Qubing smiled and told him a few words about his impressions of Liu Che.
I think he is very good, very smart and strong. Ayan is not lying.
Huo Yan rolled his eyes at him.
All right, all right, big man succubus.
Okay, okay, he’s fine, he’s fine.
Damn it, I give up. Now everyone talks like my teacher who’s been possessed by a ghost.
Huo Qubing was called over by Liu Che to be massaged again. He closed his eyes and continued to sleep, seeking peace and quiet without having to see or be bothered.
Whatever, everyone is still alive and well now and has not harmed themselves.
The commentators had originally planned to see him slaughter everyone, but they hadn't expected him to open his eyes, drop down from the mortal world to the sky, and let the world hear his defenses being broken. For a moment, both sides were unable to hold back.
In the end, he looked like he was half dead, and the commentators couldn't help but want him to stand up.
[Is this it?]
[No, when did my Ah Yan become so casual?]
[Wuwei is pure and free, Ah Yan is crazy!]
[You kid, go play nice and clean yourself up!]
[Yes, my first impression of Liu Che was not good.]
[Ayanbao, try your best!]
[Xiaobao, open your eyes!]
[You can't sleep with someone twice after just meeting them. That would be too bad.]
[Yes, from now on, I will depend on Liu Che for survival.]
…
[Brother Yan, I really fell asleep again.]
The barrage of comments broke through, but Huo Yan didn't even read a few words of the whole article. He yawned and leaned directly into Wei Qing's arms.
It was so hard to please my newly created enemy. I was just a kid, and I was so sleepy.
Liu Che really liked Huo Qubing, especially in contrast to Huo Yan who was half-dead and motionless.
After all, he likes people who are strong, lively, courageous and intelligent.
Ayan is a good person, but he is too sleepy.
A banquet was held in the Pilan Hall, and he hugged Huo Qubing and ate the meal.
He knew how to take care of a child with a ghost, so he would just put whatever the child liked to eat into Huo Qubing's bowl.
Huo Qubing looked at the fish back full of bones and the wine that Liu Che poured for him when he was in high spirits, and silently envied Huo Yan who had just woken up and was eating heartily in Wei Qing's arms. Fortunately, he remained calm. He took the chopsticks to fiddle with the fish meat, picked up two pieces of meat that were edible, and chewed them slowly.
Comparing yourself with others will only make you angry.
But Liu Che thought he was picky about food, after all, he was still picky about food.
So he picked up a piece of roasted venison for Huo Qubing, and was very careful, leaving a large piece for him and a small piece for Huo Qubing.
Huo Qubing then began to eat slowly.
Liu Che patted his head and said with a smile, "You are very picky about food. You only recognize this deer that was specially presented to the emperor."
Huo Qubing was not afraid of him. Like a colt on his own, he replied in a clear voice, "Today we shall eat the emperor's deer, and tomorrow I will hunt down a bigger one for your majesty."
Upon hearing this, Liu Che was overjoyed. He hugged him on his knees and laughed loudly.
"Good boy, Xiao Zhen!"
When these words were spoken, the meticulous Wei Zifu's face showed fear, fearing that Liu Che's words would be heard by others and cause an uproar.
Wei Qing didn't think there was anything wrong and picked out another piece of fish belly for Huo Yan. Huo Yan ate happily. He glanced at his aunt's unhappy face, thought about it, and quickly spoke to help her solve the problem.
"Uncle, my brother became like His Majesty after eating His Majesty's venison. If I eat Your Majesty's fish, will I become like Your Majesty too?"
After hearing what he said, Wei Zifu's expression gradually eased.
Wei Qing stroked his hair, knowing that he usually never spoke much in public, and now he was speaking to make amends for what the emperor said. How should I put it? Ah Yan didn't understand the emperor at all. With the emperor's domineering attitude, the emperor could speak nonsense, but no one dared to spread it.
As expected, Liu Che, who was sitting at the top of the table, looked at Huo Yan for a moment, until he felt uneasy. Then he smiled and said, "No, your uncle is one of a kind."
Similarly, I am also hard to find throughout the ages.
Huo Yan pretended to agree on the surface, but cursed in his heart, what he said was really a way to win favor!
Uncle, aunt, it's not without reason that Bingbing likes this old bitch. He was a little shaken by these words.
Liu Che took a sip of wine, smacked his lips, and whispered something about Huo Yan to Huo Qubing in his ear, "Does your younger brother usually pretend like this? Your smile is so fake."
Huo Qubing's eyes widened, not knowing what to say for a moment. Finally, he whispered in her ear, "Ah Yan just likes to be a little awkward, but as long as he likes you, he'll be willing to spend even his most precious money on you."
Liu Che raised his tone, hummed, and a look of deep thought flashed in his eyes before he continued, "Qubing, does your brother like money?"
Huo Qubing nodded.
"Ayan likes it. Ayan said money is a good thing for indulging desires, and the more the better."
Liu Che continued to whisper in his ear, "What does Qubing like?"
When Huo Qubing talked about his favorite things, his eyes lit up, and Liu Che seemed to see the bright moon over the mountains and endless wildfires.
"I like horses, I like bows and arrows, I like reading military books, and I like my uncle and Ah Yan."
In the light of the palace, Liu Che smiled faintly, touched his head, and asked, "Don't you like me?"
Huo Qubing nodded honestly, then replied naturally, "But I don't dislike you. I just feel you're very strong. I really enjoy playing with you. When we get to know each other better, you'll like me."
These words touched Liu Che's heart, and for a moment, he felt overjoyed.
"I like Qubing very much, I like horses, I like riding and shooting, and I like your uncle very much." He paused and teased Huo Yan loudly, "I also like your brother's love of money."
Huo Yan's ears were about to stand up, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.
Sure enough, he and his daughter Bingbing were detained in the palace together. It was said that his aunt wanted to keep them to play for a few days. Huo Yan looked at Liu Che who played with them every day and his aunt who was busy taking care of his little sister, and said MMP in his heart.
Huo Yan's plan was completely in vain. People outside the palace could not get any news from him, so they had to open the business ten days later as he had notified them.
Fortunately, he arranged everything properly and everything went in order. Except for the fact that the game was too difficult and Huo Qubing did not go, and he was called a pervert, everything else went as he wished.
Huo Qubing got angry because the palace was really too boring.
He was fed up with the thought of either listening to his aunt gossiping or hiding in the east corner reading.
When he heard that Huo Yan's toy house had opened, he felt even more regretful.
Huo Yan put down the bamboo slips. He didn't want to see him sighing in the room, so he had to follow him to find the Shaofu to have some fun.
The emperor liked twins, and since his favor was undeniable, everyone in the palace dared not dislike them.
Therefore, when Huo Yan asked for some ingredients, the Shaofu grabbed some of the leftovers from the side, just as if he was playing house wine with the two little celebrities in front of His Majesty.
Huo Yan brought nothing this time, so he had to follow the inner treasury officer to rummage around in the warehouse for a while. He found a pile of mulberry bark, hemp heads and other raw materials for making paper from a small corner.
"Ayan, you didn't bring your hairy picture with you." Huo Qubing silently peeled with him. He expertly pulled out a pockmarked head and complained, "I have to swing the sledgehammer later, right?"
Huo Yan nodded. "When there's some paper, I'll have them make a small motorcycle for you to play with."
Huo Qubing had seen many small cars this year. Huo Yan had drawn many of them for him on the paper that would tear and shed hair at the slightest touch. He played with them every day and they were no longer rare to him, so he just wanted to exchange them for another one.
Huo Yan said, "Then I'll make you a Kongming lantern."
Huo Qubing rolled his eyes. "Isn't that the lantern of yours that never flew up once?"
Huo Yan touched his chin, threw the bark away, laughed, and said to the Neizangku Ling, "Do you have any dried bamboo joints?"
After collecting a pile of cut bamboo joints and some raw materials for papermaking, Huo Yan left the inner warehouse, cut off one end of the bamboo and threw it out.
One end of the bamboo tube burns, the air inside expands due to the heat, the pressure increases, and the bamboo tube bursts directly with a small noise.
Huo Qubing laughed heartily, "Ah Yan, the sound is not even as loud as the raindrops."
Huo Yan rested his head on his back and complained, "Huo Qubing, you are too difficult to serve."
Huo Qubing pinched his face and said with a grin, "You know exactly what I want to play. Your Majesty's inner court has everything. You can make the explosive sparks you mentioned!"
Huo Yan gritted his teeth and said, "You little bastard, don't even think about it."
Playing with gunpowder in the palace is probably a way to die quickly.
Huo Qubing was very proud, like a proud little cat, "Ayan, I didn't say I was going to play here."
Huo Yan's eyes lit up and he pulled him back.
Saltpeter, sulfur, and powdered charcoal, here I come!
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