It was difficult for Chang Geng to regard Shen Shiliu and Gu Yun as the same person.

Shen Shiliu is just a country thug from a small border town. He spends his days idling around, being picky about his food, and never working. He is both real and hateful.

But Gu Yun is not.

For most people in this world, "Gu Yun" may not be considered a person. He is more like a symbol, with three heads and six arms and all-powerful hands and eyes.

In such a big country with a territory of thousands of miles, isn't there only one Gu Yun?

Not only Chang Geng, but also Fatty Ge and Madam Cao still feel like they are dreaming when they talk about it.

But Chang Geng was different from his two friends. After all, Shen Shiliu was not someone else’s adoptive father.

Chang Geng didn't resent Gu Yun for deceiving him. After all, he had been used to being deceived since he was born, so it didn't matter if he was deceived once more or once less.

Besides, what could the great Marquis of Anding do for a poor boy with no relatives?

For a small person like him to meet Marquis Anding once in his life, it was probably because of the false background that Xiuniang had imposed on him. If someone was willing to condescend to lie to him, there must be other reasons.

However, Chang Geng gave two points of his outward emotions to his neighbors, two points to Captain Xu who was never at home, and the remaining six points were all tied to his little adoptive father. Marshal Gu killed his little adoptive father out of the blue, leaving his six points of emotions empty on the ground and costing him a lot of effort.

At this time, Shen Yi, who was delivering medicine late at night, caused the two opposite shadows of "Shen Shiliu" and "Gu Yun" to unexpectedly overlap.

After a while, Shen Yi came out with an empty bowl. Chang Geng heard him tell the guards in the commander's tent, "Stay here and don't let anyone in to disturb him."

Chang Geng hesitated for a moment, but finally walked over as if possessed by a ghost.

Having traveled together for many days, Gu Yun's guards of course recognized him. Due to Shen Yi's instructions just now, they had no choice but to bite the bullet and come forward to stop him: "Your Highness, the Marshal is a little unwell today. He has taken medicine and gone to bed. If you have anything to do, just tell me and I can do it for you."

In the past, I could visit people who lived next to me and I didn’t have to knock on their doors, but now I have to make it difficult for them to even meet me.

Chang Geng lowered his head a little sadly: "This big brother..."

The guards knelt down in fear: "I dare not."

"No, no, that's not what I meant." Chang Geng waved his hands quickly, then he smiled helplessly and sighed, "I used to serve him medicine in Yanhui, and I just want to take a look. If it's really inconvenient, forget it, I..."

He was at a loss for words and could only smile awkwardly. Chang Geng secretly made up his mind that if he was rejected this time, he would never humiliate himself again.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, another guard stepped forward and whispered in his ear: "Didn't the Marshal order that Your Highness doesn't need to inform him if he wants to see him? Don't be stupid."

Chang Geng had sharp ears and eyes, so of course he heard it. He looked up in astonishment, unable to describe the feeling in his heart. Just like that, he was let in.

The smell of medicine was still lingering in the tent. The bed curtains were drawn, and a person was lying there silently.

As he got closer, Chang Geng realized that Gu Yun was not asleep.

Gu Yun might have a headache. He pressed his temples tightly with both hands and frowned so tightly that he didn't even notice someone coming in.

Chang Geng coughed dryly from a few steps away and called him softly: "Hou..."

As soon as he spoke, Gu Yun on the bed instantly turned over and pulled out a sword from the quilt. He pulled it out of the sheath three inches. Before Chang Geng could even blink, the sharp sword blade was already on his neck. The chill climbed up his neck, and the man holding the sword was like an evil dragon that had been awakened.

Chang Geng was shocked by his murderous intent and blurted out, "Sixteen!"

Gu Yun tilted his head slightly, and after a while, he narrowed his eyes, as if he recognized Chang Geng, and said vaguely: "I'm sorry."

He stuffed the sword back into the quilt and gently felt around Chang Geng's neck for a moment: "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Chang Geng was just beginning to calm down, but a vague doubt suddenly emerged in his mind. He thought to himself, "Could he really not see clearly?"

But then he thought it was impossible - how could Marquis Anding be half blind?

Gu Yun found a coat and put it on casually: "Why are you here?"

As he spoke, he tried to stand up, but he stood up too fast, his body swayed slightly, and he sat back down. Gu Yun took a deep breath, put one hand on his forehead, and pressed the edge of the bed with the other.

"Don't move." Chang Geng subconsciously reached out to hold him.

He hesitated for a moment, then bent down to lift Gu Yun's legs up and put them back on the bed. He then pulled the quilt over him, avoiding the long hair that was scattered all over the bed, and helped him lie down by his shoulders. After doing this series of things, Chang Geng stood there awkwardly for a while, racking his brains for words, so he could only greet him stiffly, "What's wrong with you?"

The medicine in Gu Yun's body was taking effect, and he did not expect that Chang Geng, who was "angry" with him, would suddenly visit him. He could only reluctantly endure the headache and the intermittent and blurry sounds in his ears.

He planned to send Chang Geng away first, so he smiled and said nonchalantly: "I was pissed off by a ungrateful little wolf who turned his back on me. Your Highness, please bring me a pot of wine."

According to his experience, drinking a sip of wine seems to help at times like this.

Chang Geng frowned and looked at him suspiciously.

Gu Yun had a splitting headache, so he lied, "Shen Yi prepared the medicinal wine to treat migraines."

I heard that in ancient times, those who held the emperor hostage and controlled the princes often suffered from migraines. Everyone has analogies and associations. When he said this, Chang Geng was fooled and took out a small pot hanging next to his light armor.

Gu Yun drank half the bottle in one breath. When he was about to finish the bottle, Chang Geng hurriedly grabbed his wrist and forcibly took the wine jug away: "That's enough. You can't drink medicinal wine like this."

The strong liquor was like fire in his stomach, and the blood in his body began to boil. Gu Yun exhaled, and he felt that his vision was clearer, but maybe he drank too quickly, and he felt a little drunk. The two of them were speechless for a while, staring at each other for a while, and Gu Yun couldn't hold it any longer, so he leaned against the head of the bed and gently closed his eyes.

It was obvious that he was sending him off. Chang Geng knew that he should leave, but his feet seemed to have taken root.

Chang Geng cursed himself in his heart: "You are worrying for nothing, why don't you just leave now."

At the same time, he involuntarily stretched out his hand and began to press the acupuncture points for Gu Yun.

I felt cheap while pressing, but I couldn't stop my hands.

Gu Yun's forehead was cold, and apart from frowning at the beginning, he did not express any other opinions and obediently let him do whatever he wanted.

Until Chang Geng's hands felt a little sore, he asked in a low voice: "Are you feeling better?"

Gu Yun opened his eyes and looked at Chang Geng in silence.

As the saying goes, "A wise man will make a mistake in a thousand considerations, and a fool will gain something in a thousand considerations." In this life, Gu Yun would occasionally speak human words under the influence of alcohol.

He suddenly said, "Even if you go to the capital, you still have your foster father to protect you, so don't be afraid."

Chang Geng was shocked and almost shivered in the dim light.

At such a delicate and precocious age, when he knows in his heart that he has no one to rely on, he can grit his teeth and turn himself into a calm and restrained adult. However, this forced strength will soon fall apart in the face of the slightest warmth he desires, revealing the soft childishness inside.

Gu Yun stretched out a hand towards him: "Foster father is wrong, okay?"

He didn't know how these words penetrated the boy's frozen heart and soul. His original intention was not very sincere, because Gu Yun didn't think he was wrong most of the time. Even if he occasionally felt guilty, he might not know where he was wrong.

He just used the gentleness and indulgence brought by alcohol to give Chang Geng a way out.

Chang Geng clasped his hand tightly, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw. His shoulders, which had been stiff for many days, suddenly collapsed and he almost cried.

He found that what he had been waiting for were just these two sentences. As long as that person said to him in person, "Godfather was wrong and didn't abandon you", so that he could feel that there was no Xiuniang who abused him, no Captain Xu who he didn't have the time to see for the last time, and left him with a little warm thought... then he could forgive his little godfather for everything.

The past and the future.

No matter whether he is called Shen Shiliu or Gu Yun.

Gu Yun felt his eyelids getting heavier, so he leaned against the bed and closed his eyes to rest, and said in a barely audible voice: "Chang Geng, many things will change. No one knows where their destiny will be from the beginning. Sometimes you shouldn't think too much."

Chang Geng stared at his face without blinking, his eyes unconsciously filled with a bit of cautious greed, and he sadly admitted in his heart that Gu Yun was right - many things will change, the living will die, good times will fade, relatives and friends will be separated, and the friendship will flow to the ends of the earth with the water... Only his own destination is set and known, and he will become a madman.

Gu Yun moved to the inside of the bed, stretched out his arms, and patted his side: "Come up, we have to travel tomorrow, just sleep here with me."

In the second half of the night, Chang Geng fell asleep in Gu Yun's tent. Wuergu refused to let him go as usual, and nightmares still came one after another, but there was always a faint smell of medicine lingering on the tip of his nose. Subconsciously, he knew that he was safe, and even vaguely understood that he was dreaming. Those fears and resentments seemed to be separated from him by a layer.

For Chang Geng, this was a rare good night's sleep.

Of course, it would have been better if, when he woke up, he hadn’t discovered that he had numbed Marquis Anding’s arm and had been burrowing into his arms endlessly.

Especially that bastard Gu Yun would never understand the sensitive and fickle hearts of young people. The more awkward others were, the more he would make things worse. Marshal Gu thought that Chang Geng had reconciled with him after sleeping in the same bed with him for one night, so he returned to his old hateful ways. Not only did he rub his arm and take pleasure in taking advantage of others for the whole morning, he also seemed to want to bring it up and whip the corpse from time to time.

Was this person pretending to be so sick and weak the night before? !

Shen Yi saw Chang Geng rushing out of the commander's tent in the early morning with a red face and angry, and he kept walking around Gu Yun all day.

On the way, Shen Yi rode over, glanced at Gu Yun's face, and asked with a double meaning: "Are you okay?"

Gu Yun was like a big-tailed wolf, and said nonchalantly: "It's just a little thing for a kid, it's nothing."

Shen Yi watched helplessly as he saw the miserable state of his father running around in circles over the past two days. He was speechless and could only sneer.

Gu Yun pretended not to hear anything, glanced at Chang Geng's back from a distance, and suddenly said, "Do you think I should leave the Black Iron Camp to him in the future?"

Shen Yi said woodenly: "Do you want to make him die miserably?"

Gu Yun made a "tsk" sound, as if he was disgusted with him for spoiling the fun.

"Do you really think that the Black Iron Camp is a good thing? I'm telling you something from my heart, Zixi, please don't think what I say is unpleasant to hear," Shen Yi said, "When the Black Iron Camp was in the hands of the old marquis, it was a sharp weapon of the country. When it came into your hands, it became a 'national murderous weapon'. A sharp weapon shines with precious light and everyone loves it, but a murderous weapon may not be."

Hearing the hidden meaning in his words, Gu Yun's lazy smile faded.