60 Changan is good
◎Huo Yan: Don’t harm others! ◎
Chang'an is good, Chang'an is good.
This year's Changan is particularly good.
Wei Qing's battle report ignited the entire Han Dynasty. The victory report was like a blazing flame, dispelling the haze that had long shrouded people's hearts after Li Guang and his men's defeat.
This was the first time that the Han Dynasty won a complete victory over the Xiongnu.
The reputation of General Yuan is well-deserved.
Liu Che had been beaming for days, for Wei Qing's victory was the most powerful bolster for his plan to resist the Huns. Before Wei Qing returned, he had issued an imperial decree to confer upon him the title of Marquis of Guannei. Add to that the news of the impending birth of a son, and he was doubly happy. He would occasionally burst into inexplicable laughter, like a maniac. Huo Yan might complain about his disdain for him, but occasionally he couldn't help but smile. His uncle had finally realized his dream, or perhaps the long-held dream they'd shared had finally come true. He was truly delighted.
Wei Qing was crowned a marquis after a single battle, and the previously deserted Wei Mansion was completely flooded with visitors. Respect the person before the person. Wei Qing had established himself, and the world flocked to the Wei family, just as if they were rushing to be reincarnated, rushing to be around Huo Qubing and Huo Yan.
In the past, it was only because of the emperor's favor that others rushed to get close to Huo Qubing and Huo Yan. Now that their uncle is brave and has been appointed to an official position at a young age, everyone with a discerning eye knows that Huo Yan and Huo Qubing have a bright future!
Flowers are the brocade, and flowers are the brocade.
Although Huo Yan and Huo Qubing knew that most of the people around them were just following the trend, everyone likes to hear nice words, and they, especially Huo Yan, felt a little elated for a rare time.
He excitedly urged Dongfang Shuo to start making glass for distilling liquor. The craftsmen he had hired had already created the glass pipes, and today was the day the first batch of liquor would be produced. Dongfang Shuo happily accepted his offer and joined the stonemasons in swinging the hammer for three days. Memories of the past came flooding back to him, and he kept asking Huo Yan's father for help. Huo Yan ignored him, saying, "The liquor is ready. You name it, and you drink first."
Dongfang Shuo cursed, but his movements were quick. He lifted his hammer and smashed a block of hard limestone into small pieces. The limestone was then crushed repeatedly with a stone mill until it was reduced to a fine powder. Huo Yan watched as experienced craftsmen sifted the excavated quartz sand, removed gravel and grass roots, and then, in a precise ratio, mixed the limestone powder with quartz sand and wood ash in a huge stone mortar. Then, the mixture was fed into the earthen kiln where the iron was fired, and the firewood was ignited. The bellows roared deeply as the strong men pulled, and the leather bladder blew air, fueling the fire, which soared to over 1,500 degrees. The blaze burned day and night, the temperature rising steadily, making the heat so intense that the men were sticking out their tongues. Only then did the molten glass emerge.
The color of the glass liquid is different now, with a faint golden hue, as if it has been kissed by sunlight.
Huo Yan clenched his fists in excitement, "Great kindness, although I gave you the recipe, you gentlemen are so talented that you can make such high-quality glass liquid so quickly."
Dongfang Shuo also stood up, his eyes full of anticipation.
The craftsmen said they didn't dare as long as they watched the glassblowing.
They were invited by the manager, who gave them the recipe as soon as they arrived. They were told they could make whatever they wanted, as long as they made crystal-like pipes. They were skeptical, but they didn't expect that after working on it for half a month, they actually made one.
An old craftsman picked up an iron pipe, dipped it in glass liquid, and blew air into it gently with skillful technique. The glass liquid seemed to come alive and slowly changed shape in his hands. First it was a round sphere, and then the lines extended smoothly. After a while, an exquisite glass bowl was formed. The bottle body was transparent, and the lines on it were like naturally generated water waves, swaying under the light.
Huo Yan carefully took the small bowl and examined it carefully under the sunlight. Dongfang Shuo was also amazed. He walked around the small bowl several times and suddenly his eyes lit up.
"Good things, good things, worth a thousand gold, Ah Yan, give me two."
Huo Yan rolled his eyes and immediately gave him the bowl.
Dongfang Shuo smiled and said, "Thank you, Ayan."
Huo Yan went straight to the distillery next door.
Inside the distillery, steam billowed, the aroma of fermented mash permeating every inch of the air. Huo Yan's skilled brewer was busy manipulating the distilling apparatus. An iron steamer, perched atop a masonry hearth, glowed red under the blazing flames. A winding glass tube connected the cauldron to a massive ceramic cooling tank, surrounded by a constant stream of well water to keep it cool.
The large ceramic vat containing the mash, nearly two feet in diameter, has a lid made of thick wood and coated with oil. Several brewers lift it and gently pour the mash into the still, filling it two-thirds full. Then they ignite the dry wood in the stove, and the fire burns fiercely. As the temperature rises, the mash swirls in the still, and steam, carrying alcohol, rises and rushes through the glass tube into the cooling tank.
The steam liquefies instantly when it encounters cold, dripping into the wine jar prepared in advance below.
At first, the wine was slightly cloudy. Huo Yan watched intently, constantly instructing the brewer to fine-tune the fire. Gradually, the wine became clearer, its rich, pure aroma, derived from the mellow aroma of carefully selected sorghum, simple and substantial.
Dongfang Shuo took the small bowl and wanted to take a small bowl, but was stopped by Huo Yan. "Seal it underground for a while, and the aroma of the wine will become more mellow. Then I will open the jar myself and give you a drink."
The three hundred jars of distilled wine that Huo Yan promised were first put into ceramic jars, sealed and buried deep in the cool cellar of the workshop.
Dongfang Shuo pouted, but secretly took half a bowl. He was a person who usually drank low-alcohol rice wine, but he was surprised by the high-alcohol distilled liquor. He was immediately choked by the spicy and mellow taste and started coughing. However, he couldn't help laughing, and a blush appeared on his face.
"Good wine is like the nectar of heaven. If I could drink it every day, even an immortal wouldn't trade it for anything."
Huo Yan laughed at him and said, "You old drunkard."
[I can't spit out ivory from my cub's mouth.]
[No wonder you need a craftsman.]
[Glass is worth a fortune!]
[Ah Yan, you are so lucky.]
[Your uncle is going to start levying taxes on merchants' vehicles and ships. What will happen to your tea ships?]
[Plug in wings and make a plane, hahaha.]
[It's okay, it's just a small tax, it's not enough for what Ah Yan has spent recently!]
[The important thing is not to let Liu Che know about the extortion.]
…
Huo Yan always said that Liu Che was a rich fool who was happy to give people thousands of gold coins, but he and Huo Qubing were happy to give people golden pills in handfuls every day like children giving out money. He now felt like Wei Qing was giving money to everyone in Chang'an on the day he returned.
Seven days before Wei Qing was about to return, Huo Yan booked a street in the East Market. The entire street was hung with red silk, dozens of round tables were set up, and a large stage was built in the middle of the street.
There were even jars of wine piled up outside the theater, a total of three hundred jars, all of which were white wine made by Huo Yan using grain. Compared with the low-alcohol wine he usually drank, this wine was more mellow, which made many drunkards in Chang'an salivate. They wanted to buy a pot, but were told by people in the theater that the owner of the theater was going to perform operas for seven days and hold a seven-day buffet to celebrate General Wei's victory. The wine would also be opened on the same day to invite all the people in Chang'an to have fun.
The news spread like wildfire throughout Chang'an, and many people came to the street early, eagerly awaiting Wei Qing's return.
Even Queen Mother Wang, who had been in the deep palace for a long time, learned the news and expressed her admiration for Huo Yan's generosity to Liu Che.
Liu Che did not expect Huo Yan to make such a grand display. Just booking the East Market for half a month would be a considerable expense. This guy not only booked it, he also wanted to set up a banquet. Maybe even the emperor's wedding was not as lavish as his. You little brat, you even outshined me.
He clicked his tongue and thought that he must go and join in the fun when the time comes. The boy would definitely give Zhongqing a good treat.
East Market.
Early in the morning, Sima Qian, the screenwriter of "Biography of General Wei", sat on a bamboo bench with director Huo Yan, watching the actors perform on the stage.
The original palace singers had rarely returned since being sent there by Liu Che, and later Huo Yan recruited many of them, so their singing skills were naturally excellent. Anyway, Huo Qubing felt that the money was well spent and wanted to give them money.
But Sima Qian would interrupt from time to time, explain to them the feelings he had when he wrote this sentence, and ask them to sing it again.
This play was written by Sima Qian, and he and Ah Yan co-produced it. It is meant to be passed down to future generations. We must perform it well!
Cao Xiang yawned, and Su Wu, who was being led, also yawned. He tugged at the corner of Huo Yan's clothes and asked quietly, "Brother, how much money did you give Brother Qian? He really took it seriously!"
They had been sitting there from the hour of Mao to the hour of Wei. It was said that there would be a dance of the flower goddess later, but Sima Qian had watched this play eight times and it was not over yet. He was getting a little tired of it.
Huo Yan also yawned and made a five sign listlessly.
Su Wu took a deep breath, stood up quickly, and followed Sima Qian to listen to the opera carefully.
Huo Yan heard him say to Sima Qian, his voice loud enough for the whole world to hear, "Sima Qian, you bastard, fifty gold coins, why didn't you take me with you!"
Huo Yan was silent, then he leaned on the table and said quietly, "Awu looks down on me. It's clearly five hundred gold."
As soon as he finished speaking, he received Cao Xiang's look of looking at a prodigal son. He stood up and said confidently, "Even if I spend all my money, I will get it back. Don't become a servant of money."
Cao Xiang said, "You underestimate yourself."
Huo Yan decisively changed his words, "If you throw away ten thousand gold coins, ten thousand gold coins will go into my pond."
Dongfang Shuo reeked of alcohol and sat down next to them, prompting Huo Yan to ask him to stay away. The special actress Xiao Piaoliang on the stage sneezed at the smell of alcohol.
After several days of work, the first batch of distilled liquor was finally ready. The moment the lid was opened, a rich, intense aroma surged out, permeating the heart and soul. Dongfang Shuo had been so greedy that he filled a large pot. Now he would probably come to Huo Yan again after finishing his drink.
Dongfang Shuo raised his head and drank the last sip of wine from the pot. The wine was spicy and stimulating when it entered his throat. He closed his eyes for a moment to savor it, then suddenly opened them and said, "Ayan, Floating Light, this wine is bright and warm, just like this floating light. How do you like it?"
"Just call me that." Huo Yan pushed his big head away, "Stay away from me!"
[It’s really different to have culture.]
[Amber sounds so nice.]
[Called Maotai (dog head)]
[Ayan, next time your brother wins a battle and becomes a marquis, what will you do?]
[Oh yeah, what should I do?]
[Ayan, when the time comes, turn Changan over.]
Huo Yan also thought deeply. My brother will be crowned a marquis in one battle. How should I celebrate then? Should I stand on the roof of the toy house and scatter money?
The day Wei Qing returned.
Since Huo Yan had already started the big show, the people of Chang'an emptied the streets and crowded in front of the city gate to watch General Wei fighting tigers and killing enemies in the show.
Wei Qing, clad in battle armor, rode forward. The sun shone on his armor, making it gleam. The red tassels on his shoulders danced in the wind, like a triumphant banner. The soldiers following behind him were all in high spirits. Though their faces were dusty from the battle, they could not hide their heroic spirit of victory.
The people lining the streets cheered with joy, shouting "General Wei" in waves, each rising higher and higher, reaching the sky. Children dodged between the crowds, hoping to catch a glimpse of the hero. A few clever ones even climbed up the trees along the street, hoping to see the general attacking the Xiongnu and saving the people. The girls blushed at the sight of Wei Qing's face and threw their embroidered handkerchiefs and the velvet flowers they had bought from Huo Yan towards him, their eyes filled with admiration and respect.
Huo Yan and Huo Qubing squeezed in the front, revealing their two cat heads.
"Uncle! Uncle!"
Wei Qing was blocked at the gate of Chang'an and had to dismount. As soon as he dismounted, the people of Chang'an became even more excited. They stretched out their hands and called him "General Wei". Wei Qing could not bear to refuse their kindness, so he had to hold the reins tightly with his left hand and shake hands with each person one by one with his right hand.
The Han girls were cheerful and generous, each with beautiful makeup on, and they moved closer to Wei Qing. Wei Qing quickly withdrew his hands and his ears turned red.
Huo Yan and Huo Qubing in the crowd laughed out loud, then looked at each other and shouted that the East Market banquet had begun, helping their uncle out of trouble.
Only then did Wei Qing see the two of them. He had become much darker and thinner, but his gentle smile remained the same as before.
"My uncle's nephews seem to have grown taller."
Huo Qubing grabbed his hand, looked up and smiled, "Uncle is home."
Huo Yan's eyes suddenly turned red for some reason. He sniffed and suppressed the urge to cry, "Uncle, my uncle is waiting for you. I have a big banquet in the East Market and I won't go."
Huo Qubing also nodded, and in order not to delay Wei Qing's entry into the palace, the two of them made way and went to have the banquet.
Wei Qing didn't understand why, but he still gave them some instructions.
Huo Yan and Huo Qubing nodded together and walked away shoulder to shoulder.
In front of the Weiyang Palace, the sunlight shines, making the palace look even more majestic and solemn.
Wei Qing was wearing armor, the armor plates gleaming in the sunlight, and the red tassels on his shoulders danced lightly in the wind. He walked steadily up the stairs, each step seemed to carry a thousand pounds of force, and the sound of his boots echoed in the empty palace road.
The palace door opened, and what came into view was a magnificent hall. Liu Che and his ministers had been looking forward to it for a long time. Liu Che's crown tassels hung down, covering part of his face, but it could not conceal the majesty of the emperor.
Wei Qing entered the hall, knelt and saluted, and said in a loud voice: "Your Majesty, I, Wei Qing, pay my respects to you. I have fulfilled your mission and returned victorious!"
Liu Che raised his hand slightly and said, "Qing Wei, please stand up."
His eyes were as sharp as torches as he carefully examined the general who had just made great military achievements. The eagle he had personally trained had finally spread its wings, and he had lived up to his kindness.
Wei Qing stood up, his posture straight, his head held high and his chest puffed out. Although he had been through battles and his face was covered in dust, the sharp light in his eyes could not be concealed.
The attendant presented the battle report that Wei Qing had brought with him. Liu Che stood up and slowly walked down the steps. "Wei Qing's contribution to this campaign, which was a great victory over the Xiongnu, and which has greatly enhanced the prestige of the Han Dynasty, is invaluable!"
Liu Che's voice was full of praise, and in the court, all the ministers echoed him, with voices of praise rising one after another.
Wei Qing bowed again. "Your Majesty is blessed with great fortune. I have only led my men to fight the enemy to the death, fulfilling my duty. This victory is entirely due to your Majesty's strategic planning and the united efforts of your men."
He still spoke modestly, with no trace of arrogance in his eyes and brows, which made all the ministers look at him twice. He had thunder in his chest but a calm face, truly the demeanor of a great general.
Liu Che was delighted and was about to order a banquet to entertain Wei Qing and his soldiers, but he suddenly stopped and chuckled, "I am short of money, but there is a wealthy businessman in Chang'an who, to congratulate Wei Qing on his victory, is hosting a seven-day banquet starting today. Everyone in Chang'an can enjoy it. I will take you all to taste wine and listen to opera."
Everyone had different expressions. Some, like Sang Hongyang, knew that Huo Yan was hosting the banquet to celebrate, and they were eager to try. His eldest son liked his uncle very much, so he must spend money like water. He thought the banquet would be much better than the one in the palace. Besides, it didn't matter where they ate, and it would save some money for the national treasury. He wished he could eat for seven days.
Some people are like Zhang Tang, who doesn't understand the reason, but doesn't care. He just follows His Majesty. General Wei himself doesn't care anyway.
Some people, like Ji An, were about to admonish Liu Che, which was inappropriate!
But just as he was about to speak, he was stopped by Zheng Dangshi. Zheng Dangshi said with a smile, "There are three hundred jars of fine wine, the fragrance spreads ten miles away. If you open it today, it will be gone if you miss it."
Ji An shut up.
All of a sudden, civil and military officials came in a mighty force, like locusts, and descended upon Huo Yan's East Market.
I saw the long streets filled with tables and chairs, with rich delicacies on the tables and the aroma was everywhere. People sat around together and their laughter echoed throughout the market. This way of eating was really strange and lively.
Inside the East Market, the zithers and harps were played with great enthusiasm, the bells and drums were beating loudly, and the theater was packed with people. In the center of the store, on an ancient sandalwood table, hundreds of jars of new wine were quietly placed, the red silk covering the jars dazzling.
"Floating Light Opens the Altar!"
Uncle Dan called out, and as he finished, the crowd behind him stepped forward, gently untying the red silk from the jars. The ribbons slid down with a subtle rustling sound, like the prelude to a mysterious ritual. With a soft "puff," the seals on hundreds of jars of wine loosened. Everyone took up silver spoons and scooped up a spoonful of the wine, which swayed slightly in the spoons, its golden and translucent color like flowing amber. The wine was slowly poured into glasses, and the crisp, melodious "ding-dong" sound of the wine entering the pot was like pearls falling on a plate.
A rich, intense aroma, like a blend of fruit and aged wine, spread freely through the air like a wielding silk thread. Everyone couldn't help but take a deep breath, a look of intoxication instantly appearing on their faces.
"Let us congratulate General Wei on his victory. May God bless the Han Dynasty. Let us drink together."
After Uncle Dan finished speaking, he tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp. The wine slid down his throat, leaving his mouth full of rich flavor.
Huo Yan, who was sitting at the table, raised the corners of his mouth and picked up a piece of lamb chop for Huo Qubing. Huo Qubing gnawed on the lamb chop and watched the adults at the table scrambling to taste this nectar. The wine pot was so clear that when the sunlight passed through it, it reflected colorful light.
The aroma of wine spreads for ten miles, and the fragrance lingers.
The performance on the stage continued, and the actors were reaching their climax, roaring out the most passionate arias at the top of their lungs, adding color to this triumphal feast. The male and female roles, sheng, dan, jing, mo, and chou, took turns on stage, singing, reciting, acting, and fighting, each move imbued with infinite charm, and the fluttering of their sleeves was a tribute to Wei Qing.
The audience in the audience sometimes held their breath, immersed in the plot, and sometimes clapped and cheered for the wonderful performance.
Huo Yan followed Huo Qubing, Sima Qian, Zhuo Wenjun, Li Yannian, Su Wu, Cao Xiang, Dongfang Shuo, Shi Ye, and Dan Shu, holding glasses and filling them with hot tea, happily clinking glasses with them. The young man was dressed in red, with a few cloud patterns embroidered on the corners. He wore a red jade pendant on his ear, which shone brightly against the small red mole on his fair face, making him look like he didn't know the feeling of sorrow.
"Brother Sima, please stop writing!"
Sima Qian shook his head slightly, pen and bamboo slips in hand, silently thinking about how to record this grand scene. "Ayan, please don't try to persuade me. I'm not tired. This will go down in history! It's my great honor to witness this moment in person!"
Cao Xiang rolled his eyes at Sima Qian, and Su Wu also rolled his eyes. Huo Yan silently uttered what they were thinking, "You're just pretending to be dead."
Sima Qian didn't understand what Huo Qubing meant by pretending to be dead, and was about to ask when he saw Huo Qubing holding out the milk in his cup. He didn't know why he always felt awe for Huo Qubing, who was younger than him, and hurriedly clinked glasses with Huo Qubing.
Huo Qubing half-hid his small canine teeth and smiled freely, with a youthful vigor in his smile. His lips were like maple leaves, and he was dressed in a jeweled crown of pearls and jade. Such cumbersome attire seemed to suit him perfectly, a luxurious beauty. The condescending and nonchalant look in his eyes had faded a little, and a ripple of tenderness was rippling in them.
But when Huo Qubing raised his glass, a glass that came across from him collided with his, making a crisp sound. Liu Che tilted his head. The Wei family members were all good-looking. Liu Che felt that his mood had improved. He touched Huo Qubing's head, pinched Huo Yan's little face, and then raised his head to drink the wine in one gulp. A blush appeared on his face, "Good wine!"
He then pulled the embarrassed Wei Qing aside to squeeze Dongfang Shuo out, forcefully joined the drinking party, and poured himself another glass. "Come, Zhongqing, drink with me!"
Huo Yan hurriedly ordered his attendants to bring their newly made glassware to the table. Everyone marveled at the glass bowls. Then, the waiter presented the distilled liquor made using a new method. The liquor swayed in the glass, its color tempting.
Wei Qing picked up the wine glass, took a sniff, and immediately felt the rich aroma. He took a sip, and the strong and mellow taste made his eyes light up.
Zhuo Wenjun was the first to leave. She took a sip of tea, her eyes full of smiles, and said softly, "I'll go check on the food."
Sang Hongyang squeezed in and also had a glass of wine.
Li Yannian stood up silently and stood aside, but was waved away by Liu Che. Zhang Tang, who had already found a seat nearby, sat down here, fearing that Liu Che would be unhappy.
Su Wu and Cao Xiang also wanted to escape, but were stopped by Liu Che.
"Why, you two are also in trouble?"
Cao Xiang and Su Wu shook their heads silently.
Their table became a cold spot amid the hustle and bustle because of Liu Che.
Liu Che smiled and said, "Eat, why are you looking at me?"
Upon hearing this, everyone cautiously picked up their bowls and chopsticks again, but they still couldn't move freely. Huo Yan, however, had no such concerns. He stood up and picked up a piece of meat for himself and Huo Qubing. Huo Qubing, with a normal expression, picked up a piece of fried fish for his uncle. Wei Qing's eyes lit up, and he quickly picked up his chopsticks. The uncle and nephew, three greedy boys, silently ate their food and devoured it.
Delicious, delicious, this is delicious too. How can a great general fight a war without eating? How can a tycoon make money without eating? Humph!
Liu Che looked at the three heartless people who only cared about eating themselves and snorted. Huo Qubing understood and took the public chopsticks to pick up a piece of lamb chop for him.
He then became happy and said sadly, "Only Qubing loves me."
Huo Yan rolled his eyes and continued to eat his food. Although Wei Qing was fascinated by the food, he also noticed that Liu Che did not eat it, so he occasionally recommended dishes to Liu Che.
Only then did Liu Che smile and reluctantly picked up a piece.
At this moment, the people in the audience also noticed the commotion here, and someone whispered quietly: "Look, that's His Majesty, General Wei, and all the gentlemen!"
For a moment, everyone looked at him with awe and respect. But Liu Che didn't care at all and waved to the people, which caused a cheer.
Taking advantage of everyone's distraction, Sang Hongyang whispered to Wei Qing, "General Wei, are the food and fodder supplies going smoothly for this expedition?"
Wei Qing smiled and replied, "Thank you for your concern, Lord Sang. I hope you will take care of me from behind. I hope everything goes well on this expedition."
Sang Hongyang laughed and drank the wine in the cup. Wei Qing brought back a lot of cattle and sheep this time. The battle was fought back and forth, and his money was not wasted.
As they were talking, the actors on stage finished their act and began to change scenes. The twelve new female roles appeared, gracefully moving with flowing sleeves, and sang a graceful song of the Twelve Flower Gods.
They have slim figures, lips as red as maple leaves, and each has his own distinctive features on his face. The twelve female roles move lightly with lotus steps, dancing and singing. Each flower god seems to be endowed with a true soul. Where their clothes flutter, red plum blossoms bloom in the snow, peonies bloom, and lotus flowers dance on the water. The shapes and colors of the flowers are lifelike, which contrasts with the hustle and bustle of the audience, making it like a fairyland on earth.
But some sharp-eyed women noticed that these flower gods looked picturesque even without the lead powder, so they naturally became interested and after thinking for a while, they sent someone over to ask about it in detail.
Liu Che was so engrossed in listening that he couldn't help but clap his hands along with the rhythm.
He pointed at the plum blossom deity in the middle and said, "Ayan, this girl is like a painting."
Huo Yan twitched his lips and felt that the food in his mouth didn't taste good anymore.
"That's a man, uncle." Huo Yan added silently, "He has a wife and a child."
When Liu Che heard this, he suddenly stopped what he was doing and his eyes were full of surprise. He looked carefully at the "Plum Blossom God" in the center of the stage again, and saw that the other party had a graceful but heroic figure, and there was indeed a bit of masculine toughness between his eyebrows. However, the makeup and the graceful dance posture were such that anyone would mistake him at first glance.
"It's actually a man?" Liu Che muttered to himself, then burst into laughter, "Reward!"
After saying this, he waved to the servants behind him, indicating that he was ready to reward them.
Then he said to Huo Yan somewhat helplessly, "He has a wife and children, what a pity."
Huo Yan retorted, "Don't bother other people's good families."
Liu Che snorted, pinched his little face, and asked, "Where is this Lotus God?"
Huo Yan said, "The people around me are all married men!"
Don't harm others!
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