61 My mother was not born to suffer!
◎Huo Yan: With power and money, what's wrong with my mother riding on the head of the Chen family! ◎
Huo Yan's celebration, as he'd promised, lasted seven days. The Fuguang wine was potent, leaving one half-drunk and half-awake after just two sips, yet its sweetness was irresistible. For seven days, the aroma of wine filled Chang'an, and drunkards filled the streets of East Market.
Fine wine and delicious food, dancing sleeves and music, the red silk of the East Market fluttered in the wind, like dancing flames.
The people of Chang'an will always remember those seven days of bliss and pass on from mouth to mouth the floating light at the banquet and the magical artifact that looked like jade but not jade, like crystal but not crystal, and refracted colorful light under the light.
For seven days, under the ever-lit long streets, a mountain of gold silently burned. A rough calculation showed that the cost exceeded ten thousand gold coins. Even after seven days, when the East Market was restored to its previous state, even Chunyu Tiying, who was not interested in fame or fortune, was shocked by the grand stage set up by Huo Yan.
The person who had spent millions of gold without hesitation and caused rumors in Chang'an was standing at the back door to greet her. Huo Yan was not surprised to see a dozen children who were not even as tall as his waist behind her. He chuckled and led them into a building next to the theater.
This shop originally sold spices, but Huo Yan took it over a few months ago after his previous owner quit, complaining about the high rent in East Market. Huo Yan had been busy with other matters. Rumors of the Emperor rewarding the goddesses for their beauty after the seven-day Flower Goddess Dance, coupled with the exquisite costumes the goddesses had seen with their own eyes, had already intrigued the ladies of Chang'an. From time to time, a few of the spectators would ask him indirect questions. Only then did Huo Yan, content to start selling his newly formulated cosmetics, consider connecting the shop with his jewelry store. After all, the Twelve Flower Gods were dispensable to the purpose of the seven-day event, but the emperor's praise had spread so well, and it was certainly his handiwork.
The shop's furnishings had already been prepared. Zhuo Wenjun and several servants were placing small bottles of lip balm, face cream, and blush onto a sandalwood display case, carved with intricate ruyi patterns and flowing, graceful lines. The bottles and jars displayed on it were all made of newly minted glass, gilded and painted lacquerware, smooth mutton-fat jade, and delicate ivory. Each one was inlaid with pearls and gems, shimmering brilliantly in the sunlight, complementing the shop's overall luxurious style.
The caisson ceiling, a wooden structure with stacked layers, resembles a giant, blooming lotus. Suspended from above are several exquisite bronze candlesticks, each shaped like a branch, each holding a small glass candle cup. The walls are meticulously framed with plain silk, smooth as a mirror, and then covered with a layer of gauze. The gauze is embroidered with elegant designs of plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum. The blossoms bloom, the branches spread, and the foliage unfolds, all embroidered with extremely fine silk thread, the stitches delicate and subtle. A layer of gold foil is sandwiched between the silk and gauze. It's easy to imagine the night, with the walls lit, the gold leaf shining through the gaps in the gauze, as if one were gazing into a starry sky.
In the upstairs rest area, there were several low couches covered in brocade, with embroidered pillows placed on them, as well as seasonal fruits and a few crystal-like sugar cubes placed on jade plates.
Chunyu Tiying looked around, and even she couldn't help but be moved, wanting to see those things that Huo Yan said could make her more beautiful, let alone others. She was amazed in her heart, thinking that after a while, Chang'an would have another gold-selling cellar.
Huo Yan knew what she was thinking, but he didn't mind. He just asked Zhuo Wenjun to help take care of the children she brought and took them to eat something. Then he chuckled and led Chunyu Tiying upstairs.
The second floor was full of separate compartments. Huo Yan took Chunyu Tiying to randomly open a room on the easternmost side. The overall space on the second floor was more spacious than the first floor. It was furnished with a huge table, a glass mirror, and a large dressing table.
The table was surrounded by a ring of bright mother-of-pearl, its surface radiating a soft and gentle sheen, like moonlight on the sea, creating shimmering waves. These mother-of-pearls served not only as a decorative element but also provided a natural and soft reflection of light on the face during makeup application, perfecting the look. A circle of small glass pendants adorned his head, which Huo Yan casually brushed aside before plopping down on the stool, crossing his legs and dangling his feet. Chunyu Tiying, who had always been kneeling, was unaccustomed to this, but seeing him do so, she followed suit.
Huo Yan put his legs down, held his chin up to his hand, poured her a cup of tea, and then put his legs down again.
"There are so many children in the world who need to be rescued. How can I, your aunt, save them all by myself?"
He was a little too relaxed, but Chunyu Tiying was happy to pamper him. She drank half a cup of tea in one gulp, half leaning back in her chair, and then smiled and said, "Do you want two injections?"
Huo Yan, who had a stiff neck, leaned his head against the back of the chair, shook his head in refusal, and then grimaced in pain.
Chunyu Tiying finished her tea and refilled it herself. "You didn't want to give me acupuncture, so you really wanted me to come here just to drink tea. That's not like you."
Huo Yan was still smiling, and his tone was relaxed and familiar.
"Aunt, it's not like you to bring a dozen children to your house to eat for free."
Chunyu Tiying remained silent.
After a long moment, the upright and gentle female doctor, through the white mist of tea, looked at the blurry face of the young man and said with a smile, "Ayan, they are all pitiful people."
These children were picked up by her while practicing medicine. Unexpectedly, the more she picked up, the more she found. She had no money left. They were all half-grown children. How could she bear to let them become slaves? After much thought, she realized that in Chang'an City, apart from those wealthy families, the only one who could be suitable was Huo Yan.
"Why, your high-ranking family can't even afford to feed them."
Huo Yan ignored her and simply opened the second-floor window. A cold breeze blew in, accompanied by the laughter of passersby and the cries of vendors. The wind picked up the brocade on the ground, causing it to flutter wildly in the air, making a rustling sound. The curtains were also blown violently, shaking like sailboats in rough seas.
The incense from the small incense burner, which had been rising slowly, was now mercilessly blown away by the strong wind, instantly shattering it into countless tiny wisps that drifted everywhere. The fragrance of jasmine in the room gradually faded, leaving only the chill of the coming winter snow.
Huo Yan took a deep breath, half-closing his eyes. "I'm the only one in the world who can guarantee them food and clothing for the rest of their lives."
Chunyu Tiying chuckled and praised subconsciously, "Yes, only Lord Huo can do this in Chang'an. I hope Lord Huo can help me."
Huo Yan raised his eyes suddenly when he heard that, then slammed the table in anger, making a crisp sound.
"Then why didn't you come to me! If you couldn't support her anymore, when would you come to me?"
I treat you as a family member, but you treat me as an outsider.
Chunyu Tiying felt bad and wanted to say something nice, but just as she was about to open her mouth, Huo Yan retorted.
"Please stop talking. You're annoying me. And don't worry about what the children eat. You don't need to worry about such things."
Huo Yan hated this kind of extremely insensitive person. If he didn't speak the truth, it would be like winking at a blind man!
"Have you ever thought about saving the abandoned children of the world? I want to use your clinic as a place to take in young children."
Chunyu Tiying sat up straight and motioned for him to speak.
Huo Yan's complexion improved.
"Aunt, all you need to do is build a clinic in your name at the place I point out, and I will take care of the rest."
Chunyu Tiying stared at him blankly, then, out of concern for him, asked softly, "Are you trying to gain fame? With your status and talent, I don't believe His Majesty will refrain from recruiting you for official duties when you're older. Now that I've taken all the credit, what are you going to do?"
At this time, the Imperial Academy had not yet been established, and Emperor Liu Che still primarily selected officials based on the Xiaolian and Zhengbi categories, both of which essentially required a good reputation. The Xiaolian category during the Han Dynasty emphasized virtue, requiring the recommended candidate to be filial to their parents and honest and dedicated to public service. The other category, Maocai, focused on talent, selecting those with outstanding abilities in politics, military affairs, and economics. However, both the Xiaolian and Maocai categories required recognition from those above them, leading to a trend among scholars to cultivate a good reputation.
Although Huo Yan was an illegitimate child, his aunt and uncle were very supportive, and he himself was the youngest attendant in the imperial court. Wei Qing's victory had elevated his status, allowing him to enter the officialdom. Furthermore, his efforts in taming the Yellow River and his previous efforts to clear Zhang Tang's name had made this child known to the world. His generosity earned him an excellent reputation among the common people in Chang'an. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that with Emperor Wu of Han's favor towards him, Huo Yan, as long as he didn't act rashly, would one day become a prime minister.
Maintaining a reputation is something that poor people do, Huo Yan doesn't need it at all.
So Chunyu Tiying was confused.
Even though she hoped in her heart that Huo Yan would spend money to save these children, she was still worried that he would not be able to fulfill his wish out of concern for his children, so she asked this question.
But to Huo Yan, it was evidence that he was seeking fame.
Huo Yan pulled the jade from his waist, placed it on the table, and asked, "How do you know I'm not on the same path as you?"
Chunyu Tiying had a compassionate heart, but he didn't. He couldn't bear to see some children suffering from serious illnesses, but because they had no money to treat them, they could only wait to die silently in the corner. Some girls were cruelly abandoned by their families in the mountains simply because they were girls, left to fend for themselves and be eaten by wolves...
How could he bear to see it!
Chunyu Tiying asked him if he was seeking fame, and asked what he thought of him!
Did he need any reputation? Given his status, he was destined to be a loyal minister to the emperor, just like his uncle and brother. Why would a relative of his mother-in-law need the reputation of a reincarnated saint? If his reputation was truly comparable to that of the emperor, Liu Che would have first targeted the Wei family to prevent the crown prince from being sidelined.
"As you think, I can do this by myself. So why do you think I came to you? Isn't it just to transfer the reputation? What fame do I, a child of the Wei family, need? Do you think my life is too good? If you are stupid, you should read more."
He was deeply disappointed, so he was not polite in his words.
He risked being discovered by Emperor Wu of Han, embezzled the money that Emperor Wu of Han wanted to use to build an alchemy shop, carefully prepared a plan for a year, opened up many channels, and finally trained more than a dozen medical students from the children of workers in Huainan to help. If Emperor Wu of Han knew that he was pretending to obey, or if he made the same guess as Chunyu Tiying, he would be executed along with his entire clan. But Chunyu Tiying had this attitude!
Damn, so infuriating.
"Get out of here now, I'll take those kids!"
If it weren't for his left hand which had recovered well, Chunyu Tiying, who knew the secret, would not be able to leave his house today.
Chunyu Tiying had a thin face, fair skin, and fine lines on her forehead. The corners of her eyes drooped slightly as she looked at the piece of jade with a mottled texture that was only slightly better than stone. This piece of jade should not be hung around the waist of Huo Yan, who was a wealthy man. But she did not ask. Her expression relaxed and the corners of her eyes raised slightly.
"No need to go back and think about it, I've agreed. If Mr. Huo has any instructions, just send me, an old woman, to do it."
Chunyu Tiying understood.
She reached out her hand distressedly, just as she had done that year when Huo Yan was worried his hand would become useless. She touched Huo Yan's head, her eyes tender and silent, comforting him. Her sleeves still carried a faint scent of medicine. Huo Yan sighed and said sarcastically, "Send you, you old, loose-mouthed woman. I'm tired of living."
"I was mistaken."
Chunyu Tiying patted Huo Yan's shoulder gently, bowed slightly, and her voice was gentle but firm.
"Ayan is a true gentleman."
Huo Yan accepted her gift and took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to her. "This is a letter to the King of Hejian. He saved my life. When you go to Hejian, be sure to take the tea I gave you and go to him first. Tell him that you want to build a clinic. Then his subordinates will not make things difficult for you."
Chunyu Tiying nodded and put the letter away. Then Huo Yan continued, "The person I found for you has already left Huainan. I want Shi Ye to go with you. You don't have to worry about these things. Just go on your medical practice and save lives as usual. This time, you'll need to bring some people with you."
Wherever Chunyu Tiying went, he had the ability to take action in secret in her name.
Chunyu Tiying agreed to all of them.
Huo Yan added, "Aunt, take care."
Chunyu Tiying laughed and slapped his neck. "You little bastard, when I was running around, you were still in your mother's arms."
Huo Yan was stunned by the slap, but he moved his neck and found that it didn't hurt anymore.
Chunyu Tiying smiled and asked, "Ayan, will you keep some for dinner?"
Huo Yan nodded and asked her to go downstairs, ignoring the howling comments in the barrage.
[Wow, I'm not Yan's closest person anymore.]
[I watch Ah Yan every day. I thought he was being polite by giving a gift back to the King of Hejian when he accepted one last gift. I'm so stupid, really.]
[So he spent all the money he embezzled from Liu Che last time on Chunyu Tiying.]
[What Liu Che's money? That was the money Ah Yan earned from selling the elixir of immortality. It was just used in a different form to benefit the people.]
[Those who eat meat are vulgar and cannot plan for the long term.]
[The Prince of Hejian needed to curry favor with Ayan, a popular figure beside Liu Che, and because he had saved his life, he would definitely turn a blind eye to Chunyu Tiying.]
[Did Ah Yan also transfer a few waterwheel makers over there? He was trying to avoid Liu Che.]
[Choosing Chunyu Tiying was a stroke of genius. Everyone knew Chunyu Tiying and Ah Yan were good friends, so it was only natural for Ah Yan to assign his men to help. As for what to do, that was entirely up to Chunyu Tiying.]
[And considering Chunyu Tiying's reputation, Liu Che would only think she was kind-hearted.]
[Everyone, I have an idea. Yanzai is planning to raise these children and transfer them to his factory. Why don't we just let them train and study? We can raise troops and build up influence in the court until the Witchcraft and Poisoning Incident is over and Liu Che ascends the throne.]
[I can't breathe anymore. You're amazing! All the books these days are controlled by the nobles, and they even entered the court. These people are lucky enough to be able to recognize a few characters. And that was Liu Che, not Emperor Xian of Han! So, Yanzi, let's starve Liu Che to death and support the young emperor as regent!]
[Kings, princes, generals, and ministers, are they of the same race? Rebellion is damned!]
[You guys want Ah Yan to be tied up at home by Bing Bing, right? You want your uncle to be mad to death, right? You want your son to die, right?]
[Oh, I forgot that Juer is the prince, one of us.]
[But Ah Yan lets those people study.]
[He wanted to send knowledge down.]
[But my baby is due to be born in half a month, hehe.]
[Liu Zhuzhu often says that his son is not like him. This time we will teach him another emperor!]
[Ayan is going to spend money again.]
…
Huo Yan rubbed his brows and asked them to be quiet. It hurt his eyes to watch them. He sat in the room and suddenly let out a long sigh. In the empty room, his sigh was particularly heavy.
"A growing prince, a growing relative, and an aging emperor. My son can't be like Liu Che, but if he is not, he will be scolded. How can I raise him?"
Liu Che was so proud that he felt that the person was too similar to himself and was unhappy.
Liu Che felt depressed and unhappy because he felt that this was not like himself.
It was too mediocre, and Liu Che was even more unhappy with his personality as he didn't like stupid people.
How do I maintain this thing? I can fold it three times, but it’s never satisfying no matter how I fold it.
Huo Yan lay on the table, feeling very powerless.
"Old Deng is really hard to please."
The Chinese father-son relationship is the most complex in the world. They are ruler and subject, enemies, and friends. Only when one of them lies in a hospital bed do they truly become father and son.
Huo Yan rolled his eyes as the comments kept repeating this sentence. "Nervous!"
The barrage of comments burst into laughter.
[You can try raising a little uncle and a little brother, Liu Che likes this.]
"That's a minister, not a son."
Huo Yan suddenly chuckled, with a strange light in his eyes.
"Give me a copy of The Princely Theory and a copy of Thick Black Studies. I have Han Feizi right here."
If you don’t know how to raise it, just treat it like an emperor.
Huo Yan smiled and said, "I will personally write a book for Ju'er called 'Three Years as Emperor, Five Years as Simulator'."
Comments from the audience: What should I do if I suddenly feel some sympathy for Pigsy?
Huo Yan curled his lips, "I feel sorry for men, especially the emperor, who has a lifetime of misfortune."
Comments from the audience: You are really good at speaking now.
Wei Mansion.
Wei Qing was made Marquis of Guannei after one battle, and the threshold of the Wei Mansion was three inches lower than before.
Huo Yan strolled with his hands behind his back, and just as he stepped over the threshold, he saw Wei Shaoer walking out.
"Mother." He chuckled and bowed. "It's late, won't you leave any food?"
Wei Shaoer shook her head and got into the car. A rare look of sadness appeared on her usually bright face.
Qing'er said that the emperor's intention to remove the title was obvious, and the Wei family should not intervene. But what should she say to Chen Zhang?
Huo Yan was still smiling. He opened the curtain and got into Wei Shao'er's carriage. He sat down with his big horse and golden sword and called out to Shi Ye, who was driving him, "Why don't you drive?"
His almond-shaped eyes, which had been too soft, now looked sharp. Shi Ye chuckled and pushed aside the original driver. The carriage slowly started, raising a cloud of dust.
The carriage swayed, the atmosphere oppressive and suffocating. Huo Yan leaned against the wall, his gaze fixed on Wei Shaoer. Although a smile played on his lips, his eyes were as cold as an ice cellar.
"He asked the title to send you?"
Wei Shao'er felt embarrassed for the first time. She opened her lips and wanted to say something good about Chen Zhang, but was stopped by Huo Yan.
Huo Yan was in a bad mood.
His mother wanted to be happy, but Chen Zhang was making his mother feel embarrassed. Did he think that he and his brother were dead?
Or maybe Chen Zhang was taking advantage of the fact that he and his brother were younger and deliberately humiliating his mother.
"Back when the Wei family was just starting to rise, Master Chen and Uncle Gongsun tried to curry favor with the Emperor by getting involved with us." He paused, his gaze sharp as a sword. "We're both from wealthy and powerful families, and Uncle Gongsun married you in a formal ceremony. But Master Chen, on the one hand, despised our status as servants, and on the other, was afraid to take you in under pressure from the Chen family. He claimed you were in charge of a government office, but what difference was there between you and his concubines? Now, seeing that my uncle has risen in power and the Chen family has lost its title, he's asked you to come to my uncle to ask for favors, while he himself benefits behind the scenes. There's no such thing as a good thing."
Wei Shaoer's shoulders were shaking. Huo Yan had opened up the scars from years of pain. She didn't know how to respond. She didn't know whether to cry or hide.
Huo Yan hugged her gently and said, "Mother, it's okay. I will help you deal with this matter. If you feel uncomfortable, you can stay in the carriage and wait for me to come back."
Wei Shaoer's tears flowed down.
How could she not know? It was just that she and Chen Zhang had been friends for many years, and Chen Zhang had only asked this one thing of her. Besides, if Chen Zhang became a marquis, her children and brothers would also benefit.
The carriage stopped at the right moment.
Huo Yan didn't say much and got out of the car first.
He told the coachman the address and was about to enter the Chen Mansion when he heard a voice, "Yan'er."
Huo Yan turned around and saw Wei Shao'er, who was a little worried. He chuckled, "Mother, I was just talking to Master Chen. Go somewhere else to get warm. I'll come find you soon."
[Don't worry, mother, Ah Yan is here to help you train your husband.]
[Ah Yan, use both a slash and a hit to scare him.]
[Ayan: My mother is destined to be the Empress Dowager, how dare you let her get angry!]
[Chen Zhang was attracted to Emperor Liu Che because of his relationship with Amu, but he refused to marry Amu because of the Chen family. He was just a coward.]
[Chen Zhang is a relative of the Wei family and holds high rank. And yet he dares to bring trouble upon his parents and mother, who provide him with food and clothing!]
[Ah Yan, just slap him twice and let him know who he relies on!]
…
The stone pavement of the Chen Mansion was swept spotlessly clean. The moon was above the willows, and the servants were hanging lanterns on the porch in an orderly manner. It can be seen that there are rules in this house.
Huo Yan walked in with a cold look on his face. The servants of the Chen Mansion had gone to report to Master Chen, and the rest of them lowered their heads, watching the jade-colored corner of Huo Yan's clothes quickly pass by their sight.
Chen Zhang was called to the main hall. When he saw Huo Yan come in, his face darkened.
"It's very rude of you, Mr. Huo, to break into the mansion so late at night."
Huo Yan was undaunted, his gaze blazing as he met Chen Zhang's. He bowed slightly and said slowly, "Master Chen, you're wrong. I just heard a joke and wanted to share it with you."
Chen Zhang said nothing, but Huo Yan kept smiling as he slowly began to tell the story.
"I wonder if you've ever heard of a bug called a tick? It likes to attach itself to the skin of birds and devour their flesh. Not only does it eat, it also makes a loud noise. And guess what? The little bird bit it off in one gulp. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be just a tiny bug. It had sucked blood for eight or nine years before growing to an inch long. It was too much trouble to bite it."
Chen Zhang's expression darkened, but Huo Yan continued to smile, "Sir, this insect is too ignorant of the current situation. Eating some blood is not important. The key is that it knows who it relies on. Otherwise, although the little bird has not yet fully grown, it is not afraid of trouble."
After he finished speaking, he glanced at Chen Chang coldly.
"My uncle and mother have always been harsh, but I am not. I remember every detail. I also don't want to have any offensive words with Your Majesty and Aunt one day."
Upon hearing this, Chen Zhang's expression darkened, veins bulging on his forehead, and a flicker of anger flashed in his eyes. He suppressed his rage and snorted coldly, "You've made up an interesting story about Que'er."
Chen Zhang spoke harshly, his eyes occasionally glancing at Huo Yan, trying to detect a hint of fear on his face. However, Huo Yan remained calm, not even the corner of his lips moving.
"Humph, who do you think you are?" Chen Zhang stared at Huo Yan sharply. "The Wei family is prosperous now, but it's not your turn as a bastard to point fingers here."
Chen Zhang's voice echoed in the hall. He became more and more excited as he spoke, and the muscles on his face trembled slightly.
Huo Yan was not moved at all. He looked at Chen Zhang calmly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised with a hint of sarcasm.
"Master Chen, I'm not here today to argue with you. I'm simply stating the facts. Furthermore, I will report your words today to my uncle truthfully."
After hearing this, Chen Zhang's face turned pale and blue. He opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but was speechless for a moment.
"You've forgotten who you rely on, but you shouldn't forget who I rely on either!" Huo Yan continued, "Although I'm young, I have a few tricks up my sleeve if Mother is unhappy."
Your use is to make my mother happy. If this is not your use, I am willing to let my mother find someone else.
Chen Zhang's face turned grim after hearing this. He stood there in silence for a long time, then took a deep breath.
Huo Yan didn't wait for him to speak before he stood up and said, "Thank you, Master Chen, for not giving up and talking to me. It's evening now, and I think my mother will be home soon. I won't bother you any more."
He waved arrogantly, and Shi Ye, a servant at the door, trotted over and handed him a bag of tea.
The young man had a gorgeous face, and his smile was as beautiful as a peach or plum, but when he spoke, it was as if he had been poisoned.
"Change this tea! It smells musty. When my mother was at home, I always served her the best tea." He smiled, his smile tinged with mockery. "My Lordship is truly poor and can't afford to support my mother. Only someone as foolish as my mother could live with me through such hard times."
Huo Yan waved his hand, and a series of servants came in one after another. The red mole at the corner of the boy's lips shone brightly under the lamp.
"Don't worry, Master Chen, these people are all from my Wei Mansion, and the Chen family does not need to bear the burden."
Chen Zhang's face flushed and then paled, but Huo Yan didn't even look at him. He just kept on lecturing the servants, "I sent you here, and you know who your master is. Just do as I tell you and go to the Madam's room."
The servants all responded and dispersed. The Chen family servants looked at the several strong men following behind them, and none of them dared to step forward.
Huo Yan was not trying to teach anyone a lesson at all. He was blatantly inserting people into his mother's lap, allowing her to dominate the entire Chen family.
Huo Yan walked away with a satisfied look on his face. Shi Ye followed behind him and also walked forward with a satisfied look on his face.
"Go back and ask Aunt Wenjun to help me pick out a handsome young man. Mother likes those with elegant looks and who can recite a few verses of poetry. I'll bring a few for her to see. She just hasn't seen enough. Look, Aunt Wenjun now knows what Sima Xiangru looks like."
The boy's voice was clear and pleasant to the ear.
Chen Zhang was so angry that he clenched his fists. Finally, he dared to throw the bag of tea leaves with his sleeves and stomped on it twice.
【Author’s words】
Ah Yan is extremely protective of his people and is completely blind to the suffering of others. He doesn't want to do anything to gain any benefits, he just likes to suppress them and let his mother ride on the head of the Chen family, hhh.
Child: Chen Lang is a good person.
Huo Qubing: What’s good about it?
Huo Yan: Oh, I see. I haven't seen many men yet. Arrange, arrange.
(Handsome guy dancing)
Children: Who is Chen Zhang?
Huo Qubing: An unimportant person.
Huo Yan: Still remember Chen Zhang? Keep dancing.
Wei Qing: Ah Yan did a good job.
The next day, two more guards were provided.
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