62 Liu Ju is born
Huo Yan: We are still number one in the world, okay?
Huo Yan was happy, especially after Wei Shaoer became obsessed with dancing and putting on makeup, staying out of the house every day and dancing and singing with Zhuo Wenjun. Huo Yan was even happier.
"Mom can play whatever she wants to play, and you can choose whatever she wants."
He instructed Uncle Dan, and after Uncle Dan agreed, he went straight to find Liu Che.
Huo Qubing was accompanying Liu Che in Weiyang. When they heard the servant's report, they were not shocked. Liu Che even laughed twice in a malicious manner.
"Qubing, here comes the most irritable and complaining person in our family."
Huo Qubing also smiled and nodded seriously, "It's my Ah Yan."
Liu Che laughed out loud.
Located in the southwest corner of the Han Dynasty's Chang'an City, the Weiyang Palace, built upon the foundation of the Qin Zhangtai, served as the core political center of the Western Han Empire. Starting with the palace walls, the massive, rammed earth walls, a solid and ancient structure, are adorned with numerous gate towers, the main tower standing tall and majestic.
The North Tower stood over ten feet tall, crowned by a bronze phoenix, lifelike and seemingly ready to take flight. Huo Yan walked along the main path and stopped at the front hall, the core of the palace complex. The floor was paved with massive stone slabs, smooth and solid. From his perch, Huo Yan could only watch as guards and palace maids shuttled to and fro in every corner of the Weiyang Palace, each carrying out their duties like tiny ants, gathering and dispersing to maintain the lives of the palace's nobles.
Liu Che didn't let him wait too long. The servant called him "Little Minister Huo" and respectfully led him in.
Huo Yan came up without greeting Liu Che. He simply placed the wine he was carrying in front of Liu Che and smiled flatteringly, "Uncle, would you like to drink?"
Unfortunately, ever since the last incident with the hangover medicine, Liu Che no longer fell for his tricks.
"If you have something to say, just say it."
He appeared indifferent, but let Huo Qubing collect the wine for him. Huo Qubing held out his hand, but Huo Yan refused and stepped back, holding the wine in his hand. He blinked his eyes and, like when he was a child, softened his voice and said coquettishly, "Brother~"
Huo Qubing didn't stop. He took the wine, raised his eyebrows and smiled, stretched out a finger to move Huo Yan's head to the side, and then said, "Stupid."
Huo Yan was injured, and his brother called him stupid. He couldn't help but pout and retort, "I'm not stupid at all, brother, don't talk nonsense."
Huo Qubing's profile was against the light, and he looked almost cold and indifferent. He raised his eyebrows slightly, and the soft light leaked out melted the coldness. "Then why don't you come and complain? You don't even know how to bully others by taking advantage of your power."
Liu Che was also laughing at Huo Yan. If he hadn't been teasing, he and Huo Qubing would have looked almost like father and son. "Where's that petty, dog-like self of yours? You shouldn't have gone crying to your uncle first, asking him to accompany you to hang up Chen Zhang and beat him, and then kneel before me, crying that people were bullying you and asking me to put him in jail. You've changed."
Huo Yan sometimes felt that he had been raised into a playboy by Liu Che over the years.
After all, Chen Zhang was a child of a noble family. He went up and started to fight, then left without any fear. As a result, his brother and his uncle said that he was not arrogant enough.
How arrogant was he, riding his horse and trampling on other people's fields, claiming Cao Xiang's name? Or was he whispering in Liu Che's ear, asking him to kill Chen Zhang?
Chen Zhang shouldn't die.
But it doesn't seem right if he doesn't complain and ask for some benefits for himself.
Upon hearing this, Huo Yan immediately lay on Liu Che's lap, applied a small ginger bag to her face, and tears came to her eyes.
"Uncle, I feel wronged. That Master Chen actually served me moldy tea. I am your Majesty's attendant, and he treated me like this, which is disrespectful to your Majesty. Your Majesty, he is evil."
He pulled Liu Che's sleeve, shook it left and right, and sobbed non-stop.
Liu Che laughed and cursed, "Bastard."
Huo Qubing laughed so hard that the corners of his eyes popped up.
[Little bastard Huo is spoiled.]
[Qubing: Go ahead and file a complaint. I’ll help you get through the connections.]
[Good fellow, when Ah Yan started crying, Chen Zhang lost the position of Crown Prince Secretary that was almost in his grasp.]
[When you cry, give your mother a hundred gold coins.]
[This kind of child is destined to be a playboy.]
…
Huo Yan used a little crying and two jars of wine to completely make his mother ride on Chen Zhang's head.
He then stated the purpose of his trip, "Uncle, do you think Fu Guang tastes good?"
Liu Che did not dislike his little thoughts, and even felt happy to see them succeed.
Of course, Fu Guang tastes good, otherwise why would those drunkards be waiting in front of Huo Yan's liquor store every day with their eyes wide open?
He thought of Fu Guang's sweet wine, moved his wine closer to him, raised an eyebrow and asked, "Why, you can't bear to part with it?"
Huo Yan shook his head, his face full of smiles, "This is not superficial."
Liu Che's face changed, and Huo Qubing sniffed, "No, that's not right, it's the smell of alcohol."
Seeing their expressions, Huo Yan pulled out a glass wine bottle from his pocket and continued, "This is a special tribute for your uncle. This wine is even more delicious than Fu Guang. If you don't believe me, try it."
Liu Che became interested. He didn't want his attendants to come over. He reached out and grasped the lid of the wine jar. With a little force, the lid opened with a "bang". He leaned forward slightly and slowly lifted the wine jar. The wine poured out from the jar mouth and fell into the glass in front of him.
Then he took a sip, the wine slid across the tip of his tongue and spread in his mouth. He couldn't help but brighten his eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a satisfied expression.
"It's really good wine." Liu Che couldn't let it go and had another cup. He called the servant to call Wei Qing. "Such good wine, we should ask Zhongqing to come too."
Huo Yan originally wanted to talk to him about serious matters, but unexpectedly he started drinking.
No, isn't it so indulgent?
After Liu Che drank three cups, he was about to stop him, but he and Huo Qubing were both held in Liu Che's arms, one on each side.
"Good boy! I like it."
He supported himself on the table with one hand, leaning forward slightly, and swinging his other hand casually, causing the wine glass in his hand to sway and some wine to spill.
A faint smile played on his face, a hint of drunken laziness and relaxation. From time to time, he let out a few vague laughs, the sound echoing throughout the palace.
Liu Che looked left and right, and smiled happily, "You have a conscience."
Huo Yan puffed out his chest without hesitation and said with a sincere smile, "If uncle likes this wine, I will give it to him."
The reputation of the emperor's royal wine has been established, and as for the rest, he can sell a pot of it for a thousand gold coins.
He tried hard to pull Liu Che away, his face flushed, and made a three-sign gesture, "Uncle~"
Liu Che narrowed his eyes and straightened one of his fingers.
Huo Yan kept silent. He poured another glass of wine and handed it to Liu Che, "Uncle, drink some more! It's good for your health!"
You are too awake now.
Huo Qubing heard the rumbling of his stomach and he thought to himself, "What a fool his younger brother is! His uncle wasn't drunk at all!"
Liu Che chuckled, his neck flushed, but his eyes remained sharp. Suddenly, he laughed, grabbed Huo Yan by the collar, put him on his knees, and spanked him on the butt.
"You bastard, you're going to smuggle now!"
Huo Yan didn't even have time to wail when the slap landed. He was stunned. "Four cups, and you're still not drunk!"
Huo Qubing covered his face.
"OK."
He returned Huo Yan on behalf of Liu Che.
[This guy is monopolizing smuggling and trying to bribe people. If he doesn't get beaten, who will?]
[He possesses all five poisons.]
[I was just wondering why Ah Yan brought wine, but I didn't realize it was to bring Liu Che down.]
…
After all, he was a rebellious son for many years, so Liu Che slapped Huo Yan on the butt. Huo Yan shamelessly retorted, "What smuggling? Do you have evidence? I'm doing a legitimate business!"
The veins on Liu Che's forehead were throbbing, and he was slapped again.
In the end, Huo Yan went down with a red and swollen butt, but Liu Che agreed to help his wine become famous, but only increased the reward by 10%.
After Wei Qing came, Liu Che became tired of both of them and only took some wine and asked Wei Qing to drink with him.
Huo Yan was supported by Huo Qubing and jumped down the stairs.
It was not until he left Weiyang Palace that he slowly let out a long breath.
"Brother, my butt hurts, can you carry me on your back?"
Huo Qubing folded his arms and chuckled when he heard this, "Why not take a carriage?"
Huo Yan gritted his teeth and delivered a cat-fight to his chest, "Brother!"
Why ride in a carriage when your butt hurts!
Huo Qubing smiled, as if all the stars were falling in his eyes. He raised his hand and clasped his five fingers together, gently tidying up Huo Yan's messy hair, and said jokingly, "It's time to go!"
Huo Yan jumped forward angrily, cursing as he walked.
"Huo Qubing, you're going too far! You're going too far! Liu Che, you bastard!"
Huo Qubing caught up with him in a few steps, naturally bent down, and supported his hands on his knees. He urged, "If I let you go again, I won't be able to eat the fresh cherry biro."
Huo Yan lay on top of him, put his arms around his neck for leverage, and Huo Qubing lifted him up with his knees and carried him lightly on his back.
Huo Qubing carried him on his back, listening attentively to his chatter. Strangely, his normally talkative younger brother was unusually quiet today. Just as he was wondering if he should speak first, he heard Huo Yan's first words on his back: "Brother, if you, my uncle, and I all died, would my aunt's child still be able to survive?"
Huo Qubing's face darkened as soon as he said this. Huo Yan felt his arm tighten instantly, then quickly relax. Huo Qubing asked sincerely, "Before you die, won't you leave a few tricks up your sleeve? That would be foolish of you."
So, before you left for Shuofang, what were your feelings as you wrote that memorial requesting the establishment of three kings? Did you foresee the devastating flood that would follow your death and that of your uncle, and did you do your utmost to leave a backup plan for Juer?
Huo Yan slowly lowered his eyelashes, his eyes deep.
Whether Liu Ju was worthy of being the crown prince was Liu Che's business, and whether they could make Liu Ju worthy of being the crown prince was their business.
"You and your uncle can continue to drink the medicinal food for a few days. I have a new recipe."
Huo Qubing frowned. He was mature beyond his years, having spent so long at the emperor's side that he had learned from Liu Che some of his subtle energy-cultivating skills. He often remained silent in front of elders and outsiders, and maintaining composure was not a bad thing. But Ah Yan was different. He could confide all his willful tendencies to Ah Yan.
"I don't want to drink!"
Huo Yan tilted his head, pretending to be deaf with practice, and said slowly: "Huh? What?"
Huo Qubing shouted in his ear, "No!"
Huo Yan rubbed his ears, repeated his old tricks, pretended to be serious, and asked, "What if?"
Huo Qubing wanted him to get out, but in the end he couldn't bear to leave him alone and just ignored him in a huff.
Huo Yan put his slightly cold face against him, then poked Huo Qubing's left cheek, smiling with his eyebrows curved.
"A gentleman can be deceived with his own methods. A noble man does not remember the faults of a mean man, and does not get angry when he is sick. Is that right?"
Huo Qubing glanced at him sideways and snorted.
He didn't answer, so Huo Yan kept asking, "Brother, don't be angry anymore, okay?"
Huo Qubing paused for a long time before saying, "...Shut up."
"We are still number one in the world, okay?"
"Yes." Huo Qubing replied.
"That's great."
Huo Yan laughed.
When he smiled, the corners of his mouth and cheeks showed off his beauty that could be put into a painting.
Huo Qubing couldn't bear to look at his face. He slowed down his pace, put Huo Yan, who was still nagging, down, and said word by word, "Walk by yourself."
Huo Yan stopped smiling.
[Are they trying to make me die of laughter?]
[Hahaha, Yanyan: Sick, sick, sick, sick!]
…
Huo Yan had no choice but to continue jumping and hopping to catch up. While Huo Yan was following Huo Qubing, he was still reflecting on whether he was too reckless, until he met Zhufu Yan.
Zhufu Yan clutched the wine jug tightly, wine occasionally spilling from its mouth. A few strands of hair fell from the sash that held his hair together, draping over his forehead and cheeks. He had a frivolous air about him. Seeing Huo Yan's awkward gait, he burst into laughter and said mercilessly, "Oh, that's strange! Like a lame chicken."
Ever since they'd tasted Fu Guang, drunkards throughout Chang'an had been begging for it at the theater every day. But Huo Yan's Fu Guang was a high-end affair, producing only ten jars every ten days. Those drunkards were ravenous. Zhufu Yan, the worst of all, always had his servants waiting in wait to snatch up most of the jars, a display of arrogance and dominance to the extreme.
New and old grudges piled up together, and Lord Father Yan took the initiative to provoke again.
Huo Yan was no ninja, so he started cursing, "You old thief, you old bastard, you're full of evil!"
Lord Father Yan was not ashamed of it, but proud of it. In fact, the more he scolded him, the more excited Lord Father Yan became and the harder he laughed.
Huo Yan sneered, limped forward, and gave Zhufu Yan a headbutt.
Zhufu Yan staggered from the sudden headbutt and nearly fell to the ground. He steadied himself, a flash of anger in his eyes, and reached out to touch his forehead. His originally playful face instantly darkened.
"How dare you fight with Nai Gong, you little bastard!"
Zhufu Yan gritted his teeth, his eyes widened in anger, and veins bulged on his forehead.
Huo Yan grinned, his waist straightened, relying on his brother's martial arts skills to bully others, "I dare to scold His Majesty, and I'm afraid of you! If you have the guts, go find someone. Who's afraid of you, an old bastard!"
After saying that, he suddenly rushed towards Zhufu Yan and hit Zhufu Yan's stomach with his shoulder. Zhufu Yan was knocked back repeatedly, lost his balance and fell to the ground.
Huo Qubing retracted his foot at the right time and signaled Huo Yan.
Huo Yan took the opportunity to ride on Zhufu Yan, grabbed Zhufu Yan's collar with both hands and punched him.
"If you dare to act arrogant in front of me, I will kill you!"
Zhufu Yan was not afraid of anything. He struggled to get up and punched him as well.
"You know how to curse, little brat. And is it unusual to curse His Majesty? And you're bragging about it!"
Huo Yan punched him again.
The people around them never expected that the two of them would fight each other in the street, and they all watched with great interest.
He is truly full of martial virtue.
Huo Qubing said nothing, but when Huo Yan was about to lose the fight, he kicked Zhufu Yan and let him take a few more punches. He counted the time Huo Yan beat Zhufu Yan, and before the Chang'an County Lieutenant arrived with his men, he pulled the two men apart, punched Zhufu Yan in the process, and then prepared to drag Huo Yan back. Unexpectedly, when Huo Yan was about to leave, Zhufu Yan refused to let him go. He pointed at his half-pulled beard and demanded an explanation from Huo Yan.
Huo Yan gave his mother an explanation, and he went up to Zhufu Yan and made him look symmetrical.
"Remember this, if you act arrogant again, I'll beat you up every time I see you."
Zhufu Yan leaned forward and motioned for him to hit him, "If I don't hit you, you'd be a coward!"
Huo Yan sneered twice, came up and slapped him. Zhufu Yan wanted to hit him back, but he dodged, so Huo Yan slapped him again.
When the Chang'an County Magistrate brought his men, what they saw were two chickens with their necks stuck out.
Huo Yan raised his head and Zhufu Yan breathed out through his nostrils.
The two pointed at each other and spoke in disgust.
"Catch this bastard first."
The county lieutenant hated himself for coming too hastily and offending the two gods, so he had to look to Huo Qubing for help.
Huo Qubing raised the corners of his lips and said deliberately, "Why are you asking me? They are both officials of the imperial court. Just arrest them according to the law."
The county lieutenant cried out, and turned around to see the two people who had just been disgusted with each other suddenly smiling at each other. Huo Yan smiled widely and waved at the county lieutenant, "Oh, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding, I was just joking with the adults."
While he said this, he twisted Zhufu Yan's arm hard.
Zhufu Yan gave an ambiguous smile, "Oh?"
Huo Yan also smiled with an ambiguous smile. He held Zhufu Yan's hand tightly and said, "My lord, you are old, and your memory is not good."
Old man, if you cause trouble again, it will be bad for us all if Emperor Liu Che finds out.
Zhufu Yan narrowed his eyes, met his gaze, and then smiled. "It has been over forty years since I began my journey of study, but my aspirations have been unfulfilled. My parents don't consider me their own son, my brothers won't take me in, and my guests have abandoned me. I have lived in poverty for a long time. Besides, if a man cannot eat from the five cauldrons in his lifetime, he should be boiled in them after his death. Now that my time is drawing to a close, why should I fear?"
Huo Yan also laughed. "You also want to be boiled in five cauldrons after your death. It shows that you have always wanted a glorious life. I think you want your afterlife to be as glorious as your life. So, as a man, you don't want to be recorded in history for a trivial matter like a street brawl with a child like me."
Zhufu Yan suddenly laughed out loud, his eyes piercing Huo Yan, emitting a burning light that burned everything.
"You are sure I will go down in history!"
Huo Yan met his gaze and rolled his eyes. "Who said that? I firmly believe in my ability, so I advise you not to ruin my reputation."
Zhufu Yan stopped laughing and stared at Huo Yan quietly for a moment. Suddenly, his face brightened and he said, "You are also considered a close friend of mine. Today, I will let you give in."
After saying that, he gently brushed away Huo Yan's hand that was pulling him, straightened his clothes, opened the wine jug and poured it into his mouth, and his domineering look returned.
Huo Yan also straightened his clothes and said perfunctorily, "Thank you, sir."
The county lieutenant watched the two men's expressions change like turning pages of a book, secretly groaning inwardly and hoping to leave as soon as possible. He stole a glance at Huo Qubing and saw that he looked relaxed, as if he had already expected this outcome. He couldn't help but sigh at his calmness.
Huo Qubing noticed his gaze, but did not pursue the matter. He just signaled him to disperse the crowd.
Huo Yan looked at Zhufu Yan's back and suddenly sighed softly, a sigh so soft that only he could hear it. He rubbed his arm from the fight and continued to complain to Huo Qubing, "This old man, he was so cruel."
Huo Qubing was too lazy to pay attention to him.
[What is Ah Yan fighting with Zhu Fu Yan about?]
[That is, he is going to die soon.]
[He lived a life of great success, but after his death, there was almost no one to collect his body.]
In the second year of the Yuanshuo era, Lord Yan reported to the emperor the adulterous behavior of Prince Liu Cichang of Qi with his sister in the palace. The emperor appointed him prime minister. Upon arriving in Qi, Lord Yan sent someone to intimidate the king of Qi about the adultery. Fearing the death penalty, the king committed suicide.
[Tsk, he just wrongly trusted Liu Che, thinking that Liu Che could protect him, but he didn't know that he had already met the same fate as Chao Cuo by proposing the Enfeoffment Order.]
After the King of Qi committed suicide, Emperor Wu of Han was furious, believing that Zhufu Yan had coerced the King of Qi into committing suicide. He imprisoned and interrogated him. Zhufu Yan admitted to accepting bribes and did not actually coerce the King of Qi into committing suicide. Emperor Wu of Han did not want to execute Zhufu Yan, but someone told Emperor Wu of Han that he would not be able to justify himself to the people of the world if he did not. The Seven Kingdoms Rebellion had not lasted long, so Emperor Wu of Han executed Zhufu Yan's entire clan.
When Lord Father Yan was in high esteem, he had thousands of guests. But when his family was exterminated and he died, no one came to collect his body. Only a man named Kong Che collected his body and buried it.
[So why did Ah Yan want to fight with Lord Father Yan?]
[I'm just feeling emotional.]
[This was the first year of Yuanshuo, one year before his death.]
…
Huo Yan and Lord Father Yan became familiar with each other, which could be seen from the pile of golden invitations received by the gatekeeper of the Wei Mansion every day.
Other people's invitations were implicit temptations, but his was the only one that carried a kind of stubbornness: if you don't accept, I'll keep sending them until you accept.
Huo Yan agreed.
Lord Father Yan lived in Maoling, the original residence of the Wei family, located in the northeast of Chang'an. Lord Father Yan once suggested to Emperor Wu of Han that the wealthy people from all over the country be moved to Maoling in order to achieve the goal of strengthening the capital and exporting cunning people. Emperor Wu of Han adopted his suggestion, and Lord Father Yan himself also followed this policy and moved to Maoling.
When he arrived at Zhufu Yan's house, Huo Yan realized where all the money the old man had embezzled and accepted bribes had gone.
This made him look bad.
The vermilion gate was tall and heavy, and the ring on the auxiliary door shone with a brass luster. The person who led him in was a retainer of Lord Father Yan. He didn't know who it was, but Huo Yan didn't want to ask.
As Huo Yan walked along, he saw more than one rockery. The entire mansion was decorated with carved beams and painted rafters, and it was no exaggeration to say that it was the residence of a marquis.
The retainer ushered Huo Yan into his study, which was filled with the faint scent of ink. Tall bookshelves lined the four walls, neatly stacked with scrolls of bamboo slips and precious silk books. A large desk stood by the window, its brushes, inkstones, and paper neatly arranged on it.
"Come, sit down."
Zhufu Yan raised his hand to signal Huo Yan to take a seat, with an elusive smile on his face.
Huo Yan saw the couch he had set up for him. Although people in the Han Dynasty often sat on their knees and supported themselves with their heels, there were also couches for sitting. These couches were generally shorter and narrower, suitable for two people to sit on. There were also couches specifically for one person to sit on alone. The couch in front of Huo Yan was one of these, about a few dozen centimeters high, and could accommodate one person.
Huo Yan sat down without any hesitation.
Zhufu Yan personally picked up an elegant copper kettle and slowly poured the clear water into a ceramic teapot. Beneath the kettle, a charcoal fire was blazing in a small red clay stove. The dancing flames affectionately licked the bottom of the kettle, making a soft crackling sound.
Huo Yan's eyelids twitched.
Sure enough, the next moment, the wealthy Lord Yan poured a full cup of tea leaves into the water, and then scooped a full cup of tea leaves for Huo Yan.
"Have you been able to sleep at night lately?"
After a long time, Huo Yan took a sip and it was so bitter that it made his teeth fall out. He put down the teacup and asked directly.
Zhufu Yan didn't drink a single sip. He took his own wine and poured him a handful of tea leaves. "You'll be able to sleep after drinking a few sips of wine. This tea was given to you by someone else. Just drink it. I don't want any money from you."
Huo Yan sneered, "Thank you then."
He grabbed the tea leaves and brewed tea again.
Huo Yan handed him a cup of tea. As usual, he gave the other person the first cup. He handed it over. Zhufu Yan was stunned for a moment before taking it and drinking it all in one gulp. After finishing it, he smacked his lips and said disdainfully, "Drink it yourself."
Lord Father Yan is not popular, and anyone with a discerning eye can see it now.
Huo Yan understood that he had the character of wanting to get something even if he didn't like it. It was simply because he had too little before, so he was fighting for it out of revenge.
So Huo Yan felt very comfortable sitting with him and drinking tea.
He and Zhufu Yan drank tea for eight consecutive days. Most of the time, Huo Yan was calculating with an abacus in the account book, while Zhufu Yan was basking in the sun, drinking and dozing off at the small table.
Zhufu Yan also liked this kind of sitting, quiet, with someone to accompany him, but not too crowded.
Maybe Huo Yan was really invited to accompany this old man, not to ask for anything.
So he kept posting messages. He was too lonely, so he couldn't wait to share. He told Huo Yan about his past and shared his letters with him. His way of addressing Huo Yan changed from boy to child, and finally to baby.
The old man was shameless. He stopped Wei Qing in the street and offered all his wealth to Huo Yan. Wei Qing was shocked and confused, and Huo Qubing punched him.
The old man tried to extort money from Huo Yan on the spot and forced him to come to his house to accompany him.
This time even Wei Qing wanted to beat him up.
In the end, Huo Yan promised to reply to Lord Father Yan's letters in the future, and the old man reluctantly stopped.
Huo Yan and Zhufu Yan's inexplicable companionship lasted only half a month before they were interrupted by Sang Hongyang, who came to visit. "Yan'er, next year's grain is about to be distributed. I've told His Majesty that I need you to help check the accounts."
As Sang Hongyang pulled Huo Yan away, Zhufu Yan stood up. He rarely refrained from making sarcastic remarks, but simply escorted him out the door and straightened Huo Yan's collar. His unpleasant face tilted slightly as he looked at Huo Yan, seemingly with a thousand words to say, before finally patting him on the shoulder.
"Come back, I want to talk to you about the Enfeoffment Order!"
Huo Yan looked back at him, took two steps forward, and dragged him into the car. "Come with me. It'll be great to have someone to help me move the scrolls."
Sang Hongyang snorted lightly and looked at Zhufu Yan, who was sitting on the throne shamelessly, saying that his eyes were not eyes and his nose was not a nose.
He just lost his sight, and his eldest son had a strange father again, and it was his least favorite Zhufu Yan.
Sang Hongyang is still accumulating experience. He is an internal official of Emperor Wu of Han. He entered the palace at the age of thirteen because of his excellent mental arithmetic. Although he now holds the same official position as Huo Yan and Huo Qubing, they are an accident. Anyone with a discerning eye knows that Sang Hongyang, who often works in the Ministry of Agriculture, will one day take over the position of Minister of Agriculture.
As for Huo Yan, he was the most special one in the Grand Minister of Agriculture's Mansion. At the beginning, when Sang Hongyang brought him to settle accounts, he was ridiculed by the clerks of the Grand Minister of Agriculture's Mansion. Later, after seeing the two men's terrifying calculation ability, the clerks only dared to laugh and say that he was a baby who could calculate accounts since his mother's womb.
In addition, the current Minister of Agriculture is Zheng Dangshi, and no one in the Minister of Agriculture's Office dares to treat him badly.
Therefore, the books in front of Huo Yan were piled up on two cases, pressing against the books in front of Sang Hongyang and Zheng Dangshi.
It's worthy of being called the living hell's government where people treat animals like animals. How can they not be crazy when making money?
Lord Father Yan wanted to take Huo Yan away, but Huo Yan was easily controlled by the cunning Zheng Dangshi with the military funds allocated to General Wei to maintain his troops. He fought with this group of people from beginning to end just to grab more money for his uncle in the final money distribution.
There's nothing he can do. His uncle isn't paying attention, so as his nephew, he has to do the hard work.
On an ordinary day in the spring of the first year of Yuanshuo, Huo Yan, who had been tired all night, was sleeping soundly with his abacus as his pillow, when he sneezed inexplicably.
Before he opened his eyes, he saw the screen full of red words.
[Baby, after much anticipation, our son is born! Your little prince is born!]
Huo Yan let out a cry and muttered something about what the prince had given birth to, then fell on the book, tilting his head and breathing evenly.
[No, you fell asleep again!?]
[Bao, get up and take us to see Juer.]
…
Huo Yan manually turned off the barrage, but he still couldn't sleep well.
Because not long after, the servant from the palace who brought the good news came looking for him.
"The Minister is delighted."
When he woke up from his daze, he heard the servant say, "Madam Wei has given birth to a prince. This is a great joy."
Huo Yan opened his lips, and after realizing what was happening, he subconsciously took out his purse, grabbed a handful of golden pills from it, and handed them to the servant, just like the previous times when Wei Chang and the others were born.
The servant expressed his congratulations repeatedly before leaving.
Sang Hongyang was also woken up and was now in the same dazed state as Huo Yan.
After a long while, he asked Huo Yan, "My eldest son, did the old man hear correctly?"
Huo Yan didn't say anything and gave him a handful of golden pills.
Sang Hongyang gathered the golden pills and carefully placed them in his pouch, laughing, "What a blessing for the Han Dynasty!"
Huo Yan hummed, and then was hurriedly taken away by Wei Qing.
Wei Qing was sweating profusely. He was dragged by Liu Che to wait for the birth of the child. He was restless for three hours. He only breathed a sigh of relief when he received the news of the child's birth.
Liu Che was cherishing his newborn son when he suddenly thought of his golden boy who had brought him children. Wei Qing didn't want to be a third wheel, so he volunteered to go out and look for him.
"Ayan, where is your brother?"
Huo Yan pointed at the horse, then squatted on the spot and found a stone step to sleep.
Wei Qing didn't think he was rough, but rather quite cute. He held the tall and slender Huo Yan in his arms and went to Jianzhang to find Huo Qubing.
He galloped all the way and Huo Yan was no longer sleepy.
Huo Qubing rode his horse, drew his bow, shot the flying bird at an angle, and hit it with one shot.
Seeing them coming, he put the bow back with a calm expression, wiped his hands and smiled, "Is uncle finally going to force Ah Yan to practice horseback archery?"
Wei Qing touched his head, then asked him to take Huo Yan to change clothes and meet His Majesty and the little prince later.
Huo Qubing hummed, "Which little prince is it?"
Wei Qing smiled helplessly, "Who are you talking about?"
Huo Qubing's eyes widened, then he stamped his legs and smiled, his little tiger teeth showing, "Ayan is really amazing!"
Huo Yan yawned under Wei Qing's searching gaze, "I guessed."
Wei Qing didn't have time to take care of these things, so he asked them to change their clothes.
Huo Qubing was always quick. After changing his clothes, he pulled Huo Yan out.
Huo Yan was nervous at first, but then he was completely relieved when he saw Liu Che, who was so happy that his eyes were blurry.
The child is so young, it would be bad if he got caught in the wind.
Liu Che's excitement reached its peak after seeing Wei Qing. He had a smart and caring general to open up new territory for him. The team he had prepared for the crown prince finally had his future successor.
Good day, today is a really good day.
Huo Yan dozed off on Huo Qubing's body. He seemed to be used to it because he always fell asleep with this voice during court sessions.
Huo Qubing also felt a little sleepy.
Don't blame him, uncle's voice is so hypnotic.
After Liu Che pulled Wei Qing aside to tell him about the celebration he had prepared, he found that the two young men were sleeping in a ball next to each other.
【Author’s words】
Unfortunately, I contracted influenza A and felt that I would cough to death in bed sooner or later.
Next chapter, there is a knife.
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