Liu's works include:

  Dahan Yanhua (Volume 1-3)

  Linglong Dice

  An Hongdou Yiwu Liu

  That day, Zhang Yan sat on the couch with her knees in her arms, covering her mouth to stifle a yawn. Suddenly, she saw Liu Ying appear at the door and couldn't help but stop there, seemingly very surprised to see him at this time and place.

  Liu Ying then saw Ah Yan like this, due to the distress brought by the cold wind, her eyes were misty with a layer of water vapor, and her nose was also stained with a bit of red. At first glance, she looked like a poor little cat.

  But after being apart for a few days, how did you suddenly become so haggard?

  He suppressed his inner reluctance and responded to Zhang Yan with a simple "Hmm."

  The maid presented the new tea, and Liu Ying sat down beside Zhang Yan on the couch, took a look at the little doll, and smiled, "Is this little one Fan Kang's Xiao Jing?"

  After he ascended the throne, he was often busy, and although his relationship with Fan Jue remained close, he could no longer spend his days idly as he had when he was crown prince. He had only seen Fan Jing a couple of times since his birth, and now that he saw the baby who used to be in swaddling clothes grown into a child who could speak and jump around, he couldn't help but feel somewhat estranged.

  "Hmm." Zhang Yan took a deep breath and refused to respond to him, only giving a faint response.

  Liu Ying shifted his body, wanting to have a few words with A Yan alone. However, considering the face of the elders, he was unwilling to call out to A Yan in front of the two children. He hoped that Zhang Yan would take Fan Jing and leave first, but A Yan seemed to have seen through his plan. She pulled on Fan Jing's hand, coaxing him with sweet words, obviously using a six-year-old child as her shield.

  He looked at Fan Jing and saw Ah Yan's smiling face, and couldn't help but feel a twitch in his forehead.

  "Good auntie," Fan Jing gazed at Zhang Yan, softly saying, "In the past when I was at home, every noon, Mother would tell me stories in the house to coax me to sleep." Her innocent eyes held a hint of pleading.

  Is that all, Liu Ying couldn't help but feel a bit dissatisfied. Zhang Yan beside her jumped in and said the words that were stuck in her throat, "Then you can go home now and tell stories to your mother."

  "No." Fan Jing shrank his shoulders and shook his head desperately. "If I go back now, Mother will definitely beat me up."

  Uh. Liu Ying couldn't help but reflect on himself, as a monarch and an elder, to be at odds with a five or six year old child, it was indeed somewhat beneath him. However, just now when he entered the Xuanping Marquis's residence, he saw that behind him there were also attendants dressed in formal attire waiting outside the side door, looking like they were from the Wuyang Marquis's residence.

  Zhang Yun hummed and said, "Then you don't have to worry, as long as my Emperor uncle says a word for you, your mother will absolutely not dare scold you again for this matter."

  "Really." Fan Jing hastily looked at the emperor's uncle beside him, his eyes shining brightly as he called out in a flattering tone. "Uncle..." Before he could finish speaking, Liu Ying picked him up and handed him over to Han Changyou, instructing impatiently, "Hand him over to the people from Wuyang Hou Fu and say it's my intention. For now, just record this incident."

  Having settled the small trouble, he turned to Zhang Yan and said in a warm voice, "Yan'er, go tell your uncle and aunt that I'll be over soon to see her."

  Dai Zhangyi had already stood in front of the Xia Xiangyuan gate when he realized that the Emperor's uncle had driven him away once again, and taken his sister for himself.

  What for?

  He stomped his foot in annoyance. Normally, he would just stay at the Weiyang Palace with Eldest Sister, but now that Eldest Sister had finally come home, he still had to run over and compete with him.

  In the blink of an eye. Just a moment ago, the crowded hall was left with only herself and Liu Ying, Zhang Yan was stunned for a while before regaining her composure, humming a sound, and reluctantly asked, "Your Majesty, how did you remember to come over here today?"

  Liu Ying gazed at her profile and sighed.

  He didn't regret the argument with Ayan that day, nor did he not miss her. However, when he heard she had returned to the Xuanping Marquis's residence temporarily, he hesitated for a long time and didn't have the courage to come see her.

  He could face Ruyuan with a smile in the Changle Palace, and he was willing to hug Ayan in the Jiaofang Hall, but he was not very willing to face the two women at the same time. Although one of them was his sister and the other was his wife. So he always put them aside, anyway, Ayan would never be treated coldly in the Xuanping Marquis's mansion.

  That day, a book box was sent from the Xuanping Marquis's residence, and Han Changru brought it in, saying that it was sent by the Empress Dowager from the Marquis's residence. When he opened the book box in the empty Xuanshi Hall and unfolded the two sheets of poem paper, his heart suddenly felt a sharp pang of sadness.

  "Don't say it doesn't captivate the soul. The curtain rolls up in the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers."

  A Yan's handwriting is a bit sloppy, and when she wrote it, she must have had a thousand emotions. She may still be resentful of him? But she didn't want to give in, so she crumpled it up and threw it away. In the end, she couldn't bear to part with it, picked it up again, unfolded it, and smoothed it out carefully on her desk.

  Perhaps there is still a drop of red tears, falling on the letter, evaporating without leaving any trace.

  Such scenes kept replaying in his mind, making him restless and finally deciding to admit defeat, he went to the Pinghou Mansion to pick up Ayan.

  He smiled and took a closer look at her, saying, "Looks like you've lost some weight since last time."

  Zhang Yan was stunned, and suddenly got up to search for the paper notes on the desk. Among the thick stack, the two poems she had written by hand that day were missing. It couldn't be any clearer. She couldn't help but say with hatred, "A group of people who are good at taking charge."

  "Alright, Ah Yan." Liu Ying wasn't a fool either, and after a moment's thought, he also guessed the trick. But at this moment, his mood was soft, and he didn't want to get angry about the hidden scheme. He pressed her shoulder, turned her back around, and faced her directly. "We're meeting now, isn't that good enough? Don't be angry."

  "What's good? Only you're good," Zhang Yan said angrily. "What's good about me? You didn't even spend a penny on me, yet you turn around and accuse me of being extravagant. Back then, you clearly promised to support me."

  She couldn't help feeling wronged.

  As she didn't go out today, Zhang Yan only applied light makeup on her face, almost none at all. She was also wearing a simple and elegant white silk dress for staying at home. Liu Ying couldn't help but praise, "Ah Yan, you look very pretty and lovely with this outfit today."

  She was stunned for a moment, not afraid of his scolding face, but rather such praise made her momentum unsustainable, and she couldn't help but blush under his gaze.

  "I didn't mean to speak ill of you. It's just that," Liu said, choosing his words carefully, "Ah Yan, the Great Han has just gone through a great drought, and the Imperial Historian and the Minister of Works are both struggling to make ends meet. But the marquises of Chang'an cannot share the country's worries, and instead indulge in extravagant spending without restraint. I heard someone say that the fallen horse bun and the lazy makeup that women in Chang'an often wear nowadays were first popularized by Empress Zhang from the Pepper Chamber."

  "Ah Yan, your thoughts are ingenious. Every time there is a new and unusual method. I also like it very much. However, after all, you are the Empress of the Great Han Dynasty, and every word and deed has many people emulating them under heaven. At this extraordinary time, I just want to ask for your help with one thing, to be more frugal, and help me suppress the extravagant atmosphere in Chang'an."

  She pouted and looked at him, "If you had been willing to talk to me properly that day, would I have quarreled with you?"

  "It's my fault." Liu Ying made a deep bow and apologized, "I was in a bad mood that day, it won't happen again in the future."

  "Ah." She finally couldn't hold back her smile. Reaching out to wrap her arms around his shoulders, she jumped onto him, proudly saying, "This is you taking me home. Not the other way around, got it?"

  "Good." Liu Yingyi went along with her meaning and gave her a step down. Then she gently grasped her hand again, slightly reproaching her, "But you, it's only been a few days. How did you get sick like this?"

  "I don't know either." Zhang Yan said with a embarrassed tone, bowing her head. "The night before last, I caught a chill and have been feeling dizzy and uncomfortable ever since. My mother also invited a doctor to examine me and prescribed some medicine, but the doctor said that even with good medicine, it would take a few days to recover. It's not a serious illness, I'll be fine after a while."

  "Your Majesty," a clear voice from behind the curtain reported, "The Princess Cháng has heard that Your Majesty has arrived at the mansion and would like to invite you to the main hall for a chat."

  "I understand." Liu Ying replied, "Please wait for a moment, sister. I'll go with the empress in a while."

  He held Zhang Yan's hand and came to the Houfu Garden. Lu Yuanzheng was waiting here. Seeing him, he hurriedly welcomed him and smiled, "It's been a long time since I saw Your Majesty, it's rare that today is the Chongyang Festival, Your Majesty has arrived at my house, I'll send someone to Changle Palace to tell Empress Dowager about it. Then stay with the Queen for another day and accompany Sister to spend the festival."

  Liu Ying glanced at Zhang Yan and saw that her complexion was still somewhat dull, so she said, "So be it, elder sister."

  The autumn is high and refreshing, the chrysanthemums in the Xuanping Marquis's mansion are blooming fiercely. Lu Yuan set up a banquet on the pavilion in the garden, appreciating the chrysanthemums while drinking and celebrating the festival. The maids lit honey candles on one side, illuminating the dusk as bright as daylight.

  Zhang Yan drank three cups of wine, her face flushed. Just as she was about to drink again, Liu Zhi pressed down on the cup and said, "You've caught a chill, it's better if you don't drink any more wine."

  Lu Yuan stared at him for a moment, looking somewhat dazed.

  Many years ago, Liu Ying came to the Xuanping Marquis's residence, first to see her sister, and also to visit and greet Ah Yan and Ah Yan, a pair of nephews.

  It wasn't until he came back here again that it was for picking up Ah Yan, and looking at this sister had become secondary.

  For a moment, Lu Yuan seemed a bit sour, then he suddenly lost his smile.

  After all, children will grow up. Whether it was the little girl who pulled her brother to run in the chaos of Chu and Han, or the daughter who lifted a pair of sparkling eyes in her arms.

  "Manhua, what's wrong?" Zhang Ao noticed his wife's emotions in the soft glow of the honey candle and quietly asked.

  "There's nothing wrong." Lu Yuan smiled and said, "Look at them," she nodded her head, "They seem to be getting along harmoniously too."

  "Yes." Zhang Ao shook Lu Yuan's hand, "Just like us."

  That night, Liu Ying stayed in Zhang Yan's former residence in Houfu's Xiaxinyuan.

  A Yan's boudoir actually didn't have too much of a cosmetic atmosphere, with a bamboo curtain lifted, having a bright and elegant flavor. Liu Ying let out a breath, finally, A Yan returned to his side again, he felt that the empty space in his heart had landed.

  "Is it better?" He stared at Zhang Yan and asked after she had taken a sip of the medicinal soup to dispel wind and cold.

  She made a great effort to suppress the bitter taste in her mouth and raised her head, saying, "I'm very sleepy. I want to sleep."

  That night, Zhang Yan had a dream. She dreamed that she was drifting on the lake, the water and sky were a single color, the sunshine was warm on her body, and her waist felt soft and weak. Suddenly, a wave came over, and she couldn't dodge in time, getting her skirt wet.

  She suddenly woke up from her dream and found herself leaning in Liu Ying's arms. A familiar feeling made her instantly understand, and she almost cried out, wanting to endure it, but it seemed impossible to bear, so she had no choice but to wake up the Liu Ying beside her.

  "What's wrong?" Liu Ying came to, reached out to stroke her forehead. But she dodged away, her face pale and eyes anxious, shaking her head and whispering, "Nothing, Uncle, I have a stomachache, can you go out for a bit?"

  "Abdominal pain?" Liu Ying was momentarily stunned, repeating it. How did the cold get transferred to abdominal pain? But Ah Yan was already restless, as if she wanted to jump up, her face flushed with embarrassment, really like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

  A faint smell of blood wafted up to the tip of his nose.

  I confess.

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