Gu Yun deliberately slowed down his breathing, but at the end of his breath, his body would tremble uncontrollably. Just now he was standing like a mast, and no one else could see it, but now that Chang Geng was holding him, he felt that some kind of intense pain was about to burst out of his body.

Gu Yun panted lightly for a moment, frowned imperceptibly, smiled at Chang Geng, and said with open eyes and slandered: "Okay, he is just a Japanese, I'll give you a pat on the fur, it won't scare you - stop holding me so tightly."

Chang Geng: “…”

I feel really bad for him and want to beat him to death.

Gu Yun leaned on the long scabbard of the Japanese sword and propped himself up again. The blue veins on the back of his pale hand were exposed in a line, almost breaking through the skin. The bowl of wine that Chen Qingxu brought him was filled with the medicine he usually took. Gu Yun smelled it when he got close. He hesitated between "deaf and blind" and "head is about to explode, but can see things", and quickly chose the latter.

In fact, it wouldn't be a big problem if he didn't drink it. After all, Gu Yun didn't know in advance that the "musician" of Linyuan Pavilion was the granddaughter of Doctor Chen. But when the bowl of medicine was brought to him, he couldn't overcome his desire for control.

Gu Yun admitted that Shen Yi was right, and he also knew that one day, he would have to live in peace with this imperfect body. However, knowing this was one thing, and he couldn't do it for the time being.

Even though he knew that he could live without any obstacles without relying on his eyesight and hearing. Even though he knew in his heart that any kind of illness, once it becomes a habit, is no longer a disease.

But because of this, the old marquis deprived him of the most carefree time of his childhood and youth. Even though time has passed, he must still feel sad.

There is no way to solve this problem for now. It is difficult to solve it, so I have to solve it slowly and wait for time to answer everything. In fact, after getting along with Chang Geng with ups and downs in the past few years, Gu Yun's resentment towards the previous generation has faded a lot. Although he will definitely not treat Chang Geng as harshly as the old marquis, he has gradually come to understand the old marquis's fatherly love.

The way to eliminate all hatred and resentment in the world is probably to forget and to put yourself in others' shoes.

Chang Geng gritted his teeth and said, "I won't."

Not only did he not let go, he even tightened his arms around Gu Yun, clinging to him no matter what, almost holding Gu Yun hostage all the way, and sticking to Gu Yun as he entered the cabin.

Gu Yun asked curiously, "Why did you come up with a new way to act coquettishly?"

Chang Geng replied sarcastically, "I was scared to death by the Japanese."

Gu Yun: “…”

Chang Geng said to himself in his heart: "Calm down, calm down."

While he tried his best to calm himself down in silence, he helped Gu Yun sit down on the bandit leader's chair and adjusted it to a relatively comfortable position for him to lean on.

Chang Geng frowned and studied Gu Yun's face, then lowered his voice and asked in his ear: "Foster father, where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Gu Yun knew that he couldn't hide it, so after thinking about it, he decided to cheat and hooked his finger at Chang Geng.

Chang Geng approached with a serious look.

Gu Yun whispered, "Menstruation is not smooth, lower abdomen is full and painful." [Note] Chang Geng didn't react at first: "What?"

After asking, he came to his senses and his face suddenly turned red. I don’t know if he was embarrassed or angry.

Gu Yun had a splitting headache and wanted to bang his head against the wall, but seeing Chang Geng's cute and tender face, he endured it while smiling, which was both entertaining and relieving the pain.

Chang Geng's eyes almost spit fire as he glared at him angrily.

Gu Yun was well aware of the rhythm of "flirting and then patting the head", so he coughed dryly and said seriously: "I didn't have time to eat in the evening, and drank a bowl of cold wine from Miss Chen. I have a stomachache, but it's okay."

This may sound reasonable at first glance, but who among those who have been in the army for years does not suffer from hunger and fullness?

How can someone as tough and thick-skinned as Marshal Gu have the nerve to pretend to be so delicate?

Chang Geng's efforts to remain calm were completely shattered. He was so angry that he almost exploded and blurted out: "Gu Shiliu, you..."

I kept saying "you" for a long time but couldn't figure out what to do next.

Gu Yun suddenly smiled, raised his hand and patted Chang Geng's forehead: "Why, now that you've grown up, you know how to feel sorry for your adoptive father? It's not in vain."

His palm was like a sky curtain, and the raging rage in Chang Geng's heart was slapped down. In the blink of an eye, only a tiny bit of smoke remained, which was extinguished powerlessly and helplessly.

Chang Geng thought, "I don't care about you at all. You never tell the truth. Why should I worry about you? You won't die anyway."

But Gu Yun's ugly expression hurt his eyes. Chang Geng could control what he said and thought, but he couldn't control the anxiety in his heart.

He was alone for a while, sighed secretly, turned around and walked around the grand chair, pressed his hands on Gu Yun's temples, and rubbed them methodically, his face as gloomy as if he had just had an argument. Chang Geng saw that Gu Yun's shoulders were relaxed, and he usually didn't have any pain in his chest or abdomen, and his limbs were moving normally, so a little flesh wound on his arms and legs wouldn't hurt him so much. After thinking about it, it was probably still a headache - Chang Geng remembered that he had it once on the way from Yanhui Town to the capital.

While pressing, he couldn't help but sneer: "Godfather told me last time that you had a migraine. Did you forget it today?"

Gu Yun: “…”

He had indeed forgotten. He had told so many lies in his life that if he remembered every one of them, there would be no room in his mind for anything else.

Chang Geng: "Hmm?"

Gu Yun: "I have a headache too. Isn't it all because of my dedication to Daliang that I am so tired and sick? Alas!"

He said it without blushing at all. Chang Geng was convinced and lost his temper completely.

After Gu Yun finished speaking, he used his ultimate move of "falling asleep immediately" and closed his eyes to enjoy Chang Geng's service. It was a pity that the work outside was not yet finished, so he had to keep one ear open at all times and did not dare to really fall asleep.

Chang Geng was concentrating on pressing his acupuncture points at first, but as he was pressing, his eyes involuntarily fell on Gu Yun's face.

For people who are used to seeing it, there is actually not much difference between handsomeness and ugliness. Even the monk's weird little white face, after being in front of his eyes for a long time, he feels that there is no difference between him and Uncle Wang of the Marquis's Mansion - oh, Uncle Wang is even cleaner than the monk.

Only Gu Yun is an exception.

Gu Yun's hair, which was torn by the Japanese man, was scattered all over his shoulders before he could tie it up again. Chang Geng stared at him for a long time, and the various dreams that were deeply suppressed in his memory could not help but float to his mind. If he did not restrain himself, those memories would go further and arouse some extended fantasies in him. Every time this happened, he would forcibly interrupt his thoughts like he was fighting against Wuergu, and take out the meaningless scriptures that Liaoran taught him and recite them repeatedly in his heart, like using a whetstone to repeatedly sharpen his heart.

But somehow, this trick suddenly didn't work. Perhaps Chang Geng had used all his self-control to suppress his anger just now, and his thoughts suddenly ran wild.

The Urgu in his body weaved an unspeakable fantasy for him.

He seemed to see himself bending down and kissing Gu Yun's forehead, the center of his eyebrows, the bridge of his nose... all the way to his lips. Those lips would not be very soft, nor very sweet, but probably still bitter, like the lingering smell of medicine on him, or with a hint of wine. Chang Geng really wanted to bite him. As soon as this thought came up, a slightly sweet smell of blood seemed to immediately float up between his lips and teeth, which made his whole body tremble. Chang Geng shuddered violently, and suddenly came to his senses, and found himself standing stupidly behind Gu Yun's chair, with his tongue bitten by himself.

The next moment, Chang Geng realized that his fingers were still on Gu Yun's ear, and he immediately retracted his hand as if it was burned.

He stood still for a moment, and called out with an unsteady breath, "Godfather?"

Gu Yun was pretending to be asleep and didn't open his eyes, so he didn't see the bloodshot in Chang Geng's eyes.

Chang Geng looked at him deeply, picked up his sword, and ran out of the cabin quickly.

Outside the cabin, the sea breeze was howling, the black eagle was hovering near the main ship for protection, and below, the genuine Jiangnan navy was methodically cleaning up the battle situation under the command of Yao Zhen. The Japanese, who were scattered like monkeys when the tree fell, simply jumped into the sea, preparing to take a small boat or swim away. The sea dragons on all sides had already set up secret nets in the water, and soon caught a lot of people who fell into the trap.

Huang Qiao was brought in person to Yao Zhen, who had a playful look on his face and was bending over not far away to say something to him.

Chang Geng saw all these quickly, but he didn't take them to heart. The burning heat on his face slowly dissipated in the sea breeze.

The cold and dampness of the sea, like a thorn in the flesh, quietly penetrated into his bones, leaving a deep chill in his bones. Chang Geng faced the sea and said to himself, "You beast."

He thought that he could no longer stay in the Marquis' Mansion or with Gu Yun.

Two days later, at Lord Yao’s residence.

The peach blossoms in the courtyard were in bloom, and the fragrant moisture blew in his face. Gu Yun sat by the window, cracking melon seeds while waiting for Yao Zhen to write a memorial - fearing that something might happen in the capital, an urgent memorial had already been sent to the capital.

The capital city blocked the news, but all parties had their own spies, and some words had been leaked that the emperor was furious and ordered the imperial guards to capture the King of Wei. The King of Wei planned to escape from the capital city at night, but was chased back when he reached Deshengmen. No one knew what happened to him specifically.

Now that the dust has settled in Jiangnan, I have to submit another memorial to the Emperor, explaining the whole story to the Emperor.

Yao Zhen put down his pen, looking sleep deprived: "My Lord, what do you think about this matter?"

Gu Yun replied nonchalantly, "Let's say that the Provincial Surveillance Commissioner noticed something strange on the sea, and secretly sent people to investigate, and thwarted the rebels' conspiracy before they formed."

Yao Zhen: "No, no, I am just a scholar. How could I have the ability to get there? It must be the Marquis who went into the enemy camp alone and turned the tide."

Gu Yun smiled and said, "Marquis? Marquis Anding is far away in the northwest. Could he know how to fly? I heard that Lord Yao was very smart in battle. He ordered his soldiers to wear black armor to intimidate the rebels and make them fall into chaos. Such a method is really admirable."

Yao Zhen blurted out: "I won't do it, don't hurt me."

Lord Yao is thirty-six years old this year, which is the prime age for a man. He has two neat moustaches and a smart and capable face. He has experienced several ups and downs in his official career, but he has always stayed in the land of fertile land and has made no achievements. He also has the unique skill of sleeping all day and all night without getting up.

People have probably forgotten that in the twelfth year of Yuanhe, Gu Yun's teacher Lin Mosen was still alive. He was the chief examiner of that imperial examination. When he saw Yao Zhen's essay, he couldn't help but applaud. He presented it to Emperor Yuanhe and personally named him the top scholar.

Gu Yun said meaningfully: "You suppressed the rebellion in Donghai and prevented a war that could have endangered the capital. Don't you want such a great achievement? It's not long before you become a general or a prime minister, Master Yao."

Yao Zhen smiled bitterly and said, "You can only eat as much as you can. I have no talent or virtue. I am content to live comfortably in a corner. How can I have the ability to ride the wind and clouds? Lord, please spare me."

Gu Yun: "I also want to report to the emperor and send you to the northwest as a military supervisor."

Yao Zhen held his head and bowed: "I have an eighty-year-old mother and a young child who needs to be fed. I beg the hero to spare my life. If you like anything in my house, you can take it."

Gu Yun: “…”

"How about this, Lord Marquis? This happened here, and Lord Zhou, the Governor-General of Liangjiang, will definitely not be able to get around it. I'll go and discuss it with him," Yao Zhen said with a smile. Seeing that Gu Yun's face didn't look good, he hurriedly added, "Oh, and the little prince, the little prince was traveling around Jiangnan and happened to see the rebels capturing the civilian long-arm division. Seeing the injustice, he sneaked in alone and joined forces with our army to capture the bandit leader himself. Do you think this is a good idea?"

As soon as these words came out, Gu Yun fell silent.

Although the emperor is not in a position to speak openly about Chang Geng's origin, he must have some grudges against him. Now that this matter might involve the King of Wei, the emperor must be disheartened. Seeing that this younger brother, whom he has always disliked, is clearly standing on his side, he may be willing to let go of the grudges of the previous generation.

Chang Geng was about to reach the age where he could be crowned king. If he could gain the emperor's favor, his future might be easier.

Gu Yun weighed the pros and cons for a moment, then glared at Yao Zhen unhappily - this man was indeed very talented, otherwise it would have been difficult for him to maintain a long-term friendship with Marquis Anding after just one encounter, but it was also true that he had no ambition, and all he pursued was to eat and wait for death, and he used all his intelligence and talent to curry favor with people above him and to flatter others.

Yao Zhen asked again with a smile: "My Lord, do you think this is okay?"

Gu Yun was too lazy to pay attention to him, rolled his eyes, and stood up, putting on his clothes.

He was planning to leave Jiangnan quietly. Linyuan Pavilion and Xuantie Camp were both involved in this matter, but it was inconvenient for them to show up. How to make it all go on depended on Yao Zhen's pen.

When Gu Yun pushed the door open, he saw Chang Geng carving a bamboo flute in the yard. Fatty Ge, Madam Cao, and Lord Yao's two little daughters were all around him. Chang Geng was deft, gentle, and patient. He carved a small bamboo flute for each of them, and it looked really good. The two little girls, both under ten years old, were jumping and dancing around him.

Gu Yun felt very happy when he saw Chang Geng. Although he had never said it out loud, he always hoped that Chang Geng could grow up to be a sharp but not too clever person, kind and righteous but not indecisive, neither as cowardly as his father nor as extreme as his mother.

Chang Geng's growth was exactly as he had imagined.

Even his appearance is inherited from the best aspects of his parents.

He walked over, took a newly formed flute out of Chang Geng's hand, and said with a smile, "Are there any for me?"

Chang Geng paused his relaxed smile, took the flute back, and handed it to the little girl who was waiting anxiously, saying, "It's just a little thing for children to play with. It's very crude. Please don't make fun of me, godfather."

Gu Yun: “…”

He stared silently at the flute in the little girl's hand and thought, "I want it, too."

The child, whose legs were not even as long as Gu Yun's, put his hands behind his back and looked up fearlessly at Marshal Gu.

Chang Geng put down the things in his hands, motioned Ge Pangxiao and the others to play with the two little girls, and followed Gu Yun. He calmed down and said to Gu Yun: "Is foster father going back to the Western Regions?"

Gu Yun: "Well, you go back to Beijing to meet the emperor on my behalf. Chongze will teach you what to say. Don't worry."

Chang Geng nodded silently.

"You have made a contribution this time, and the emperor may reward you," Gu Yun said, "and may let you attend court earlier. If you ask, he may even let you come to the northwest to find me."

When they met again this year, Chang Geng had become an adult who remained calm in the face of danger. The childish look he had last year was gone. Gu Yun's determination not to take him to the Northwest was also softened. Now that the Northwest was still relatively peaceful, Gu Yun thought that he could take Chang Geng with him to broaden his horizons. After all, he didn't need to follow him around to do anything, and he could be used as an asset when he returned to the court in the future.

When Gu Yun left home, Chang Geng had been so eager to go to the northwest with him. Gu Yun thought that he had finally gotten what he wanted and would be overjoyed at least once.

Unexpectedly, Chang Geng paused, was silent for a moment, and said, "Foster father, I don't want to go to the Western Regions anymore."