"Have I?"
Liu Xie thought back. All he had done was say it to Guo Jia, Jia Xu, Lü Bu, Yang Xiu, Cui Yan, Huang Zhong...
He counted silently. It did seem rather a lot.
Liu Xie gave a light cough to ease his embarrassment and asked, "Then what does Wenhe think I should say? Is there anything more fitting than 'my right arm'?"
"Of course there is!" Jia Xu immediately perked up. "I have already thought of better terms for Your Majesty. They are certainly better than 'my right arm.'"
"When Your Majesty encounters scholars in the future, you can describe them as your 'Xiao He' or 'Zifang.' When you encounter military officers, you can call them your 'Wei Qing' or 'Huo Qubing,' while comparing yourself to Emperor Gaozu or Emperor Wu, the Filial and Martial. Would that not be splendid?"
Zhang Liang, Xiao He, Wei Qing, Huo Qubing.
These were all illustrious civil officials and generals in the history of Great Han, figures revered throughout the realm. They were no longer merely names, but terms of praise!
Liu Xie considered this and felt that Jia Xu did indeed have a point. They sounded much more impressive than "my right arm."
It was time to try some new expressions.
Just then, Gao Lan came to report to Liu Xie. "Your Majesty, General Zhao Yun is outside the palace requesting an audience."
Delight appeared on Liu Xie's face, and he immediately said, "Announce him at once!"
"Yes!"
Gao Lan turned and left.
Before long, Zhao Yun entered the Xuan Room under Gao Lan's guidance. The moment he saw Liu Xie, he dropped to one knee and respectfully saluted.
"Your subject Zhao Yun pays his respects to Your Majesty!"
"Rise, Zilong, rise!" Liu Xie let go of Jia Xu's hand at