83 Get Rid of Disease and Stay Healthy
◎Huo Yan: Drink the medicine!◎
Zhuoxie Mountain.
Su Jian wiped the blood that blurred his vision, swung his knife to chop off a Hun's head, and cursed the man who walked towards the Hun.
"Zhao Xin, how dare you defect!"
Zhao Xin's face was covered in blood and dust, his expression shimmering with madness. He shouted, "These are the Chanyu's main forces! If you don't want to die, surrender now!"
Su Jian cut off another Hun's head. They were already surrounded by the Huns, and it was almost impossible to break out.
Su Jian slowly closed his eyes, and two lines of tears dripped down his face like blood.
Before he left, the general sent him more troops, but he still suffered a crushing defeat.
"General! Dust from the southwest!" the guards suddenly roared. A red banner with Chinese characters pierced the sand curtain, and a volley of improved Han crossbows emptied out, sending the Xiongnu soldiers crashing to the ground. Their blood stained the protruding grass shoots red.
"It's the general!"
Su Jian could hardly contain his excitement.
Wei Qing drew his bow and shot straight at Zhao Xin. The general who was crowned king for surrendering to the Huns fell in front of the Huns' horse. The trembling arrow feathers on his back pierced straight into his heart. He looked back and saw only the blood-red setting sun and the general whose face could not be seen clearly on the horse.
Great general, mighty and mighty.
Ten thousand cavalrymen behind him swept across the battlefield like a black cloud. Huo Qubing, who had just returned and had not had time to take off his armor, was dragged to the rescue. However, he was in very good spirits at this time. He took the lead and cut down the Huns' flag. He commanded the cavalry to narrow the encirclement and annihilate the main force of the Huns.
"General Su, northeast corner, break out."
When the young man's clear voice came, Su Jiancai woke up as if from a dream. He quickly gathered his remaining soldiers and rushed towards the opening that Huo Qubing had torn for him.
After all, they were a main force of 30,000 people. By the second half of the night, except for a small number of those who escaped, all the Huns were wiped out.
The grass was stained with strange colors, the dark red was human blood, and the dark blue was horse blood.
When the north wind blew, his nose was filled with a strong fishy smell and the sweat of the Huns. Huo Qubing shrugged his nose, scooped up a handful of water from the water bag, and simply wiped the blood off his face.
The blood of the Huns stinks.
Su Jian looked like he was rolling in blood. He moved closer to Huo Qubing like a dog and said, "Nephew, thank you for this time!"
Thanks to Wei Qing and Huo Qubing who arrived in time, Su Jian was able to save 6,000 elite soldiers this time.
Huo Qubing replied with a "hmm" and handed him the water bag.
Go take a shower, you stink.
Su Jian deliberately teased him and took two steps towards him, forcing Huo Qubing to take two steps back.
"Uncle Su, respect yourself."
Su Jian laughed out loud, and Wei Qing, who had been watching from the side, also laughed.
A group of heartless people laughed happily on the pile of Hun corpses.
Huo Qubing also laughed. The sharp edges between the young man's eyebrows all melted away, his beautiful hair spread out a little, and the black hair on his temples fluttered in the wind. When he laughed, half of his little canine teeth were revealed.
The desert scenery becomes lifeless, lonely and monotonous after sunset, but the boy's smile makes it bright and beautiful.
In the summer of the sixth year of Yuanshuo, Chang'an.
When the copper clock was about to run out, the battle report from Mo Nan woke up Chang'an.
"Good, good, good, good to get rid of the disease!"
Liu Che put on his clothes and came out, regardless of his decency, stepping barefoot on the bluestone bricks, snatched the battle report, read it quickly, and couldn't help laughing.
"Good Zhongqing!"
Although Wei Zifu in the inner hall didn't know whether it was good or bad, she felt relieved when she heard Liu Che's laughter.
In the summer of the sixth year of Yuanshuo, General Wei Qing led six generals, over 100,000 cavalrymen, out of Dingxiang to attack the Xiongnu, killing and capturing over 30,000 men. The general's two expeditions to Dingxiang resulted in the killing of 20,000 Xiongnu main forces, and the capture of the rebel general Zhao Xin. Among them, Commander Huo Qubing, a cavalry officer, led 800 cavalrymen in a pursuit of hundreds of miles, capturing over 3,000 Xiongnu. He also killed the Chanyu Yizhixie, the great-grandfather of the Chanyu Jieruohouchan, and captured the Chanyu's uncle Luo Gu, as well as high-ranking Xiongnu officials such as the prime minister and the head of the household department.
The locust flowers on Zhuque Street fell rustlingly on the bluestone slabs. Huo Yan was riding a horse, wearing red clothes and black hair, with a gorgeous appearance and a smile on his lips. The girls in Chang'an also smiled when they saw this beautiful young man.
Zhuo Wenjun also laughed. She stopped the young man on horseback on the upper floor of the cosmetics store and asked with a smile, "Ayan looks so happy. Where are you going?"
Huo Yan smiled back at her and told her that his uncle and brother had made great achievements on the battlefield again, and he had come back specially to report the good news to Wei Ai and the others.
Zhuo Wenjun opened her beautiful eyes slightly, then clapped her hands and chuckled.
"Great joy, great joy!"
Huo Yan couldn't stop laughing. He left a purse for her on the locust tree branch, said "see you later", and rode away.
Zhuo Wenjun asked someone to take down the purse, and when she looked inside, she found a bag of golden beans.
She smiled and fanned herself, "Ayan is really happy this time."
She was right. One day, Huo Yan ran to Chang'an and informed everyone he knew, inviting them to a feast. He even invited Dong Zhongshu. Later, he was so happy that he handed out money to the people of Chang'an on the streets. Whenever someone asked him why he was so happy, he would say that his brother and uncle had killed many Xiongnu people and defeated them again.
He was a very eloquent person. In addition, he occasionally provided free medical treatment in Chunyu Tiying's clinic in Chang'an and served as the wine steward this time. He was nominally working with Ji An and had a good reputation. The people of Chang'an were willing to listen to him, and they were happy after listening to him, happy that their Han Dynasty had won another victory.
Huo Yan then said, "I'll go talk to Master Ji. When they come back, the wine will be free that day! I'll have someone perform an opera in the East Market. Everyone come then."
Everyone in Chang'an agreed.
Huo Yan then took his horse and went home to draw a poster for Huo Qubing.
Then he was summoned by Emperor Wu of Han. Seeing that the wine industry had been taken back into state ownership and the national treasury suddenly had enough money to fight two years of war, Emperor Wu of Han became much more relaxed. Recently, he liked to drag Huo Yan to watch people dancing and singing, and even came to Huo Yan's theater to listen.
Huo Yangang stepped into the hall, thinking it was another Li Yannian concert, but he found the atmosphere was wrong as soon as he entered. Liu Che supported his chin, and everyone around him acted as if they were invisible. No one was singing or dancing.
Huo Yan felt a chill in his heart.
What does this mean?
He was confused about Liu Che's intentions and just knelt down obediently. The emperor at the top finally raised his eyes and looked at him. "Ah Yan, Qu Bing has won the most merits in this battle. I will make your brother the Marquis of Champion and grant him a fief of 2,500 households."
Huo Yan immediately bowed and thanked His Majesty for his grace. Before he could finish his flurry of gestures, he heard Liu Che ask him, "Ah Yan, what shall I reward your uncle with?"
Wei Qing, there is no title left to be given.
Suddenly, the sound of chimes pierced the air outside the hall. Eighteen servant boys in red climbed the stairs and lit the wall lamps one by one.
Wall lamp, old wall lamp.
Huo Yan lay on the ground for a long time, waiting for all the lights to light up before he said, "If Your Majesty would give a few of His Majesty's BMWs to my uncle, I would definitely come and kowtow to you right away."
Liu Che suddenly laughed, "Ayan, how can my great general only give a few horses? It's too shabby."
[It's over, freezing point! After Bingbing's rise to power, he was on par with his uncle in military affairs, and even more respected. Liu Che divided some of his uncle's military power and honors to give to Bingbing. His uncle's opportunities to go on expeditions in the later period were relatively reduced, and the court's reliance on him seemed to have also decreased.]
[In order to centralize power, Emperor Wu of Han took some measures against Wei Qing in his later years, such as supporting Huo Qubing to divide Wei Qing's power, gradually neglecting Wei Qing, and taking back some of his military power.]
[I thought it was fake!]
[It started in the sixth year of Yuanshuo. Emperor Wu of Han rewarded my uncle with a thousand gold coins because his military achievements were not great, but did not increase his title.]
…
Huo Yan's heart sank to the bottom. Facing the pressure from Liu Che, he was still a little scared, but it did not stop him from getting angry.
It's so annoying. My uncle works for you and is an outstanding employee every year. Instead of trying to comfort him, you scare him and his nephew every day. Are you a human being?
If you want to find someone to suppress your uncle, you should look for me, brother. You must have eaten too many bamboo shoots!
"I don't know. I'm not your uncle. Your Majesty, please write to your uncle and ask him directly."
He said perfunctorily.
Liu Che was unhappy, "I want you to think about it."
Huo Yan's temper was completely unbearable. Amidst the barrage of comments filling the screen, he vented all his venom, "You're like a toad on your foot! You're completely disgusting! My uncle is so innocent that even if you gave him a piece of white silk, he'd think you were giving him silk to make clothes. He just likes food, horses, bows and arrows, and big, shiny gadgets. And you keep asking! You're like a ghost possessed every day."
He was as stubborn as a donkey, but after saying this, he couldn't hold it in anymore and his eyes turned red.
"If you're dissatisfied, just write a letter and have him escorted back to Chang'an. Why are you plotting something bad in secret?"
He just thought he had trusted the jackal by mistake.
Liu Che, who was both a toad and a jackal, was amused and pinched his face with a tiger claw. "You are too suspicious. You think I am on guard against your uncle, right?"
Huo Yan groaned from being pinched, and then he heard Liu Che's next sentence, "Your uncle looks so innocent, why should I be on guard against him? Should I be on guard against him being lured away with food?"
Huo Yan lowered his head, then covered his face with his hands and bowed with his sleeves raised.
"Even if you give me more, my uncle will not leave, because your majesty is the first to give it. I will repay your majesty's kindness on the Golden Terrace and support the Jade Dragon to die for you."
Liu Che pinched his face while laughing, treating him like dough.
"The less you spend with Sima Qian, the more he speculates about others. Last time, he even wrote a story in a book about me doting on men. His character is so bad that he's corrupted you."
Huo Yan smiled, his eyes curved, and then he said "oh" obediently, but he was embarrassed to say that he was the one who wrote that sentence.
"You don't have to speculate about your uncle's position in my heart. I can only say one thing: he is incomparable to others." Liu Che smiled and rubbed his face. It was rare for him to say something personal. "He is a great general I personally trained. If I want to get rid of him, it is very simple."
His expression was gentle. There were some things he could only tell Wei Qing, Huo Qubing and Huo Yan. The three of them were natural political allies of Liu Che.
The four of them were in the same group, so Liu Che would secretly support Huo Yan in everything he did.
Because I can't bear to.
"Killing you and cutting off your food supply is enough to ruin a general. If I reveal even a hint of my intention, you will become the target of public criticism."
He seemed to be filled with anger, and he vented it all on Huo Yan's face, rubbing and pinching it.
"Who are you? Tell me!"
Huo Yan felt that the comment seemed to be wrong.
"I'm Huo Yan."
Liu Che pinched him again, "I know your name is Huo Yan! You are the child I raised. I love you in vain. You don't help me share my worries all day long. You just think about killing this and that. Your uncle is so good. Why should I kill your uncle? If I have to kill someone, I will kill you, a bastard who can't recognize himself!"
Huo Yan covered his face, groaned, and his face turned red.
Liu Che looked at his face and calmed down. He asked someone to get some ointment and apply it on Huo Yan's face again.
"You must share my worries, not cause me more trouble!"
Huo Yan whimpered and replied shyly, "Then Your Majesty really wants to discuss this with me."
Liu Che slapped him on the back and said, "That's not necessary. I want to slap my rebellious son again."
Huo Yan just laughed, looking foolish.
"Then let's build a golden statue for Uncle in Shanggu County. It should be large and inlaid with gems."
Liu Che raised his eyebrows and responded immediately, "I am here!"
Only then was Liu Che satisfied.
[Is there a possibility that my uncle made a mistake in the battle of the sixth year of Yuanshuo, leading to the complete annihilation of Su Jian's troops and Zhao Xin's defection, which was a major mistake made by the commander-in-chief?]
[Chezi returned the gold to appease him, which was in the emperor's heart.]
[With the honor of a minister...]
[My uncle really likes gold, hhh]
Huo Yan was now too lazy to pay attention to their afterthoughts. He had red marks on half of his face and had not gone out for seven or eight days.
Late summer of the sixth year of Yuanshuo.
When Wei Qing and Huo Qubing returned to Chang'an, the emperor, the crown prince, and all the ministers personally welcomed them on the outskirts of the city. They held Wei Qing's hand and were very affectionate with him.
The stickiness made Huo Qubing silently take two steps back. Huo Qubing looked for his younger brother in the crowd, but unexpectedly couldn't find him. He didn't give up and looked around again, but still couldn't find him.
His brows furrowed.
Where's Yan? Doesn't he know I'm back?
He was depressed, but after entering Chang'an, he was no longer depressed.
Because the street he was walking on was full of scrolls of him and his uncle, which were inlaid with gold and sparkled as he had imagined.
The people of Chang'an along the way all looked at them and laughed.
"Yeah, that's General Huo and General Wei on the scroll."
"That's right! Let me tell you, it was this young general who led 800 cavalrymen and killed 3,000 Huns."
"As powerful as General Wei!"
"The reason the government-run winery has been free for the past two weeks is because we've defeated the Huns again!"
"Oh, what a relief!"
"Hey, hurry up! His brother is throwing money around in the East Market. He doesn't even charge for anything in the East Market, and there are even people performing operas."
As soon as these words were spoken, all the people in Chang'an who had come to watch the excitement headed towards the East Market.
Liu Che said to Wei Qing, "Ayan is the real tycoon. He said he would release sky lanterns tonight."
Wei Qing just laughed.
"Ayan is happy."
Huo Qubing listened to the discussions of the people in Chang'an and unconsciously curled up the corners of his lips.
"Uncle, uncle, I want to go find Ah Yan."
Liu Che waved his hand and let him go.
Liu Ju raised his hand from behind, "Brother Qubing, I! I! I!"
When Huo Qubing blew the whistle, the young men behind him became restless. Zhao Po Nu bared his teeth and ran after him holding Liu Ju.
The summer breeze in the sixth year of Yuanshuo was sweet.
Twelve water wheels were turning in the East Market Canal, splashing canal water mixed with rose dew onto the crowd. The summer heat filled the streets with a sweet fragrance. Honey balls wrapped in colorful paper kept bursting out from the wooden blades of each water wheel, and children screamed and rushed to grab them.
Dan placed them in the crowd and distributed copper coins, which were specially made "lucky coins" with broken jade embedded in the square holes.
The young man with a jade face and black hair was sitting at the highest point of the theater, looking very happy. He was holding a brush in his arms and a jade pick in his hand.
The biography of General Huo has been written long ago, just waiting for today.
"I'm happy for you. It's not worth much. Take it and ask for good luck." He smiled brightly and waved to everyone in Chang'an. "If you have a son in the future, he will look like my brother."
The people of Chang'an laughed along with him.
The sun was shining brightly, scattering gold foil all over the sky. A seven-foot-long red silk was being swung from the stage. The alizarin-red silk swept past the wine shop's flag pavilion, setting off a chorus of bronze bells from the eaves. The actors on the stage, clad in repurposed Xiongnu leather armor, faced off against the silver-armored youth.
"Hearing that the Hu Xiong were causing trouble at the border, Huo Lang, a young man, asked for a long whip.
Riding Red Hare and carrying a red tassel, he drove the enemies to the border.
I am tired of silk and silk, I have abandoned the throne, I do not envy the gentle land of dreams, I am determined to kill the enemy and pacify Chang'an."
The big drum started playing, and Huo Yan personally took the gong and started to play the cavalry charge song composed for Huo Qubing.
"Come and congratulate!"
Lively, boiling, bright and joyful.
This was the day Huo Qubing had longed for: returning to Chang'an.
This is his.
Huo Qubing stopped, Liu Ju jumped over and brought him a piece of honey mixed with fruit juice, then shouted to Huo Yan.
"Brother Ayan! Brother Ayan! Brother Qubing is here!"
Unfortunately, his voice was too soft and was drowned out by the noisy crowd, which made the child so angry that he jumped up and was about to shout again.
Huo Qubing, holding a candy in his mouth, carried Liu Ju on his back and rushed to the front of the crowd. Taking advantage of the chaos, he sneaked into the theater and said, "Let's go and see Ah Yan."
Liu Ju was stunned, but before he could ask, he saw Huo Qubing, like a leopard, draped with colorful silk, and jumped to Huo Yan's side.
Huo Yan smiled brightly, his fingers fluttering as he pressed against the handlebars. As Huo Yan's pipa strings exploded into the final high note, Huo Qubing landed beside him. The dust from the young general's battle robes mingled with the rose dew from the East Market, startling the pipa strings into a slight tremor. Liu Ju lay on his shoulder, clutching a half-sweet piece of honey in his small hand.
“Is the candy delicious?”
Huo Yan put down his bread, opened a piece of candy and gave it to Huo Qubing. He then pulled them down to his private room and served Huo Qubing himself.
It was only the 9th hour, and Huo Qubing and Liu Ju were not hungry at all, but under Huo Yan's gaze, they still ate slowly.
As soon as Huo Yan saw Huo Qubing, he couldn't help sniffing and kept muttering.
"How did you become so thin? Didn't you eat the candy and meat patties I asked someone to bring you?"
"This battlefield is too hard. I'm so hungry. Why is there a scar next to my eye? Come on, let me see it."
Huo Qubing laughed, unable to restrain his laughter as he ate, his little fangs gleaming. Silently, he spread the trophies he had brought for Huo Yan, the glittering gold ornaments, all over Huo Yan's hands, even around Liu Ju's neck.
"Ayan, the best ones I got from the Xiongnu are all yours."
Huo Yan's eyes hurt, not because of the glint of gold or gems, but purely because of the pain in his heart, and he wanted to cry.
"You, you." He groaned and covered his face with his hands. After a moment, he recovered and stopped himself from crying. "Take my pulse."
However, Huo Qubing stepped back inconspicuously to prevent him from touching him.
Huo Yan was so smart that he immediately sneered.
"No one is still injured and hasn't recovered yet!"
Huo Qubing took a bite of fish and pretended not to hear.
Huo Yan sneered, took Liu Ju away, and handed him over to Uncle Dan and the others next door. Then, under the horrified eyes of everyone, he slammed the door, locked it, and sat in front of the window in front of Huo Qubing.
Run, where to run!
"Those doctors who replied to me saying that the Lord is in good health and not injured, I think they were threatened by the Lord."
Huo Qubing shook his head. "I'm not threatening you. I'm just saying you'll be worried and asking them to be understanding."
[It's even worse!]
[Qubing, you, even the gods and the gods cannot save you.]
Huo Yan gritted his teeth and dared not say a word.
[If you hit him, you can’t hit me!]
"Your Excellency truly cares about me. How could I possibly deserve this?"
Huo Qubing laughed.
"Ah Yan, don't talk like that. If you want to scold me, then do it. Otherwise, I want to laugh."
Huo Yan yelled, "Fuck you, Huo Qubing, I'll skin you alive, or I will."
Huo Qubing couldn't help laughing again.
Ayan looks like a kitten showing its teeth, which is so cute.
Huo Yan was furious. His brother looked like a big cat getting angry at a small cat. Was he trying to provoke him?
Damn it, it’s just a little bit stronger in combat!
hateful!
In a rage, Huo Yan tore Huo Qubing's clothes bit by bit, and then the arrow wound on the shoulder blade and the knife wound on the chest came into view. The new flesh in the middle overlapped the bloody wound, which was red, swollen and hot. With the slightest movement, the bright red blood dyed the cloth bandaging the wound red.
The white powder on the cloth was left for him by Huo Yan, but now it only adhered to the cloth along with the blood.
In pursuit of the 800-li night march, Huo Qubing's wounds were left unbound, and he didn't even have time to apply the medicine Huo Yan had prepared for him. By the time he returned to camp, his wounds had become inflamed. The doctors only cleaned the wounds and were about to let him rest when he rushed off to help Su Jian. Not only did he not tell Huo Yan, he even kept it a secret from Wei Qing.
It doesn’t matter, he wasn’t afraid of the pain. He applied the medicine and it healed quickly.
Huo Yan's eyes suddenly turned red, and he couldn't help but let a big tear fall. He cried loudly, and tears rolled down his cheeks in drops.
"Brother," he cried, frantically searching for his medical kit, "Does it hurt? Does it hurt?"
"Why don't you dress the wound?"
His voice, along with the cheers from the audience, flooded into Huo Qubing's ears like a tide. Huo Qubing lowered his head and said, "It doesn't hurt, Ah Yan, don't cry."
The dark red blood scab was embedded with tiny, almost invisible grains of sand, and the edges were an ominous blue-gray. Huo Yan used silver scissors to wrench the flesh tethered to the cloth, his fingertips trembling. Even though the pain was almost unbearable, his hands remained steady.
"I've seen wild wolves before," Huo Qubing suddenly said, using a smile to comfort Huo Yan. "When they're injured, they use red-hot sand to stop bleeding. I used your medicine, it's better than sand."
The aroma of roasted chestnuts that Huo Yan had ordered wafted through the window. His Adam's apple rolled as he avoided Huo Yan's gaze. "Those medical officers are too noisy. They're trying to get me to rest, but I can't."
"So you can still gallop despite your injuries? You're so swollen, you must have lost a lot of blood." Huo Yan dropped the pestle, and the lapis lazuli mortar rolled with a dull thud. He said nothing, but the bitter aroma of the anti-inflammatory Qiang Huo and Panax notoginseng instantly overwhelmed the sweetness of the rose dew, and Huo Qubing frowned slightly.
He doesn't like the bitter taste of medicine.
Huo Yan forced him to lie down. Huo Qubing looked at him for a moment, then obediently got up and lay down on the small couch.
Liu Ju was peeking through the crack of the carved door. When Uncle Dan took him away by the collar, he saw the deep arrow wound on Huo Qubing's shoulder when he stood up.
Huo Yan sprinkled alcohol on the wound, carefully removed the rotten flesh, wiped off the blood, and then applied medicine powder.
On the stage, the song was about eight hundred cavalrymen defeating the enemy, and the sound of the pipa strings was like iron horses and an icy river.
Huo Qubing's back suddenly tensed, his muscles undulating like the Qilian Mountains, yet he remained straight as a pine tree. A muffled groan escaped his throat, but he swallowed it back.
He didn't use Ah Yan's Ma Fei San, so he just carried it.
Huo Yan lit the calming incense he usually used, but Huo Qubing shook his head and said, "There's a banquet tonight."
Huo Yan had his back to Huo Qubing and his expression was not very good.
"Today, tomorrow, until your wounds heal, even if the gods come, he has to get out of here."
The stage was singing about the great victory in Hexi, and the sound of the pipa ripped through the stagnant air like silk: "Riding horses to break through the Helan Mountains, the blood of the Han men is still warm—"
"Turn around, let's talk." Huo Qubing suddenly chuckled, his fingertips rubbing the dried blood on the corner of his robe. The setting sun stretched his shadow across the silk screen, blending it with the mountains and rivers painted on it. "This song lacks the wailing of eight hundred war horses. Ah Yan, you know, when a scimitar cuts a person, they don't feel the pain at first."
Huo Yan stood up and called Uncle Dan.
"Give me a lamp of that chestnut."
The cigarette was lifted by the wind, and the green smoke passed over the crisscrossing wounds on Huo Qubing's body - there was an arrow mark running diagonally from his left shoulder to his waist, like a red snake coiled on his ivory muscles, and his eyelids were heavy.
"Ayan."
I want to see sky lanterns being released.
Huo Yan breathed out through his nostrils, turned his head and stuffed a chestnut kernel into his mouth.
Huo Qubing's smile reached up to his eyebrows.
"Go to sleep, I'll keep you company." Huo Yan placed his hand on his forehead and gently patted his arm. "I'll call you when the lights come on."
Huo Qubing slowly closed his eyes and unconsciously leaned his head towards Huo Yan.
Huo Yan sat at the foot of the stove and gently stroked Huo Qubing's hair.
"It must be because of that Zhao Xin that my brother wants to gallop."
His voice was very soft, but the comments were clear, and it was clear that he had a lot of hatred that he had no place to vent.
[Yanzi, I have a plan. It may be ruthless, but it will be effective immediately. I will imitate the Xiongnu style of writing, forge a "secret letter" between Zhao Xin and Li Guang, and then pass it on.]
[The Han had spies in the Xiongnu, and the Xiongnu also had spies in the Han.]
[Hey, let's add some more context and write a story about a loyal minister to clear up Zhao Xin's story.]
[As long as the Chanyu doesn't trust us, we can take him to the outer Han-Xiongnu border and kill him.]
…
Huo Yan sneered, looked at Huo Qubing, and then went out to call Uncle Dan.
"But my lord, Zhao Xin will be executed in the autumn."
Huo Yan laughed, "Then I want him to be infamous forever, huh?"
Uncle Dan nodded in agreement. His master said to write a few more plays, so he would do it.
Huo Yan was satisfied and felt a little better.
When Huo Qubing woke up, the people from the palace had already been sent away by Huo Yan on the grounds that Huo Qubing was tired, and Liu Ju was also taken away.
The evening drum sounded at this time, startling all the birds in the city and making them fly away. The cheers from under the theater suddenly rose, and hundreds of sky lanterns rose slowly, dyeing the night sky of Chang'an orange.
Huo Qubing was in the room, looking at the lanterns gradually lighting up outside the window, and suddenly he began to hum a tuneless song, which was the song his aunt sang to put them to sleep when they were young.
Huo Yan leaned her head against the side of his bed and gently gathered his hair.
"Get rid of diseases and stay healthy."
Huo Qubing smiled, his face full of energy.
"good!"
Huo Yan also laughed, then picked up the medicine on the table and handed it to his mouth, "Drink!"
Huo Qubing didn't want to laugh anymore. He didn't like bitter medicine.
【Author’s words】
Ayan’s wish on the sky lantern: Get rid of illness and stay healthy.
Piba: The pipa existed during the reign of Emperor Wu of Han.
The pipa, known as the "pipa," had appeared around the Qin Dynasty. It featured a straight handle and a round sound box, held vertically and played with fingers or a plectrum. By the time of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, the instrument had gained widespread popularity and popularity among both the court and the people. Later, with increasing cultural exchange with the Western Regions, the pipa's form and playing methods continued to evolve.
I feel that it is true that Huo Qubing did not take care of himself, because there is a story that Huo Qubing was shot by three arrows while galloping and did not bandage them.
I suspect he died from too many old injuries.
Fuck, so emo!
A Yan completely forgot about Zhao Xin and needed someone to remind him, hhh.
A Yan and Qu Bing haven't arrived yet. Anyway, when the time comes, A Yan won't be able to convince his brother, so he will argue with Zhu Zhu.
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