When Chang Geng pushed the door open, he saw Gu Yun leaning against the head of the bed, a mottled wind-cutting blade across his knees, and an indescribable loneliness on his pale face.

Although he couldn't hear the door opening, as soon as Gu Yun felt the breeze seeping in from the door, he immediately restrained his expression in an instant: "Why are you back again..."

He originally thought it was Shen Yi who had returned, but when he looked up and saw the person clearly through the glass mirror, he was choked with words.

Gu Yun's hand touched General Tan's wind-cutting blade imperceptibly, and he thought to himself, "It's over." He was caught off guard and thought, "Is it too late for me to pretend to faint now?"

I swear to God, this is the first time in Marshal Gu’s life that he is so cowardly that he wants to escape from the battlefield.

But heaven and earth have no conscience.

Chang Geng walked straight up to him, picked up Gu Yun's paw as if nothing had happened, put his fingers on his pulse, and took his pulse quietly for a while. This time, Gu Banxia finally saw him clearly with the help of his glasses. After not seeing him for a few days, Chang Geng had lost weight, and his lips were a little blue, the kind of blue that comes from someone who can't breathe or is poisoned. His whole spirit seemed to be forced, and he was an empty shell inside.

Gu Yun felt a little less embarrassed and frowned, "Where are you hurt? Come here and let me take a look."

"It's okay. Although Miss Chen claims that she has not yet completed her apprenticeship, she is indeed a contemporary master." Chang Geng paused, and then said, "I will be fine if you are well."

Chang Geng would never be willing to hold his breath in his dantian and then howl like Shen Yi. His finger was still on Gu Yun's pulse point, so he didn't make any gestures. Gu Yun barely heard a few words in the whole sentence, and only received that kind of tangible look.

Gu Yun: “…”

What are you talking about, young man?

The next moment, Chang Geng's hand slid down along his wrist and shook Gu Yun's hand very naturally.

After a person is seriously injured or seriously ill, their Qi and blood are often not flowing. Even in May and June, their hands and feet are prone to being cold. Chang Geng held his hand and rubbed it repeatedly in his palm. He looked very serious. He not only took care of every acupuncture point on the hand, but also took care of the most sensitive areas between the fingers. He often used his fingertips to gently sweep it, so as to blatantly remind Gu Yun to know - I am not being filial to you, I love you, so don't deceive yourself.

Gu Yun: "...You haven't taken advantage of your adoptive father enough, right?"

Chang Geng looked up at him and smiled. He had very handsome features, the kind of handsomeness that came from a mixture of foreign blood, so sharp that he seemed a little unkind, but his temperament was extremely peaceful. He could pass himself off as a high monk by putting on a cassock and swindling people. Contradictorily, he suppressed that innate sharpness perfectly, and he actually looked a little sweet when he smiled.

Gu Yun was dazzled by him through the glass mirror - when a person's mentality begins to change, his perspective will also change involuntarily.

He had to admit that for a moment, his lustful heart was moved in an indescribable way.

Gu Yun is not an old monk who can be tempted by lust at any time. Although he is not a dissolute playboy, he knows that it is mainly because he does not have the conditions to do so, not because he does not want to, so it is not convenient for him to be too hypocritical.

But that was not someone else after all, it was his little Chang Geng.

Gu Yun really couldn't bring himself to do this.

Just when his conscience was about to condemn him, Chang Geng suddenly reached out to untie his clothes without any warning.

Gu Yun, feeling guilty, instinctively dodged back, grimacing.

Chang Geng took the medicine from the side and gestured teasingly, "Change the medicine - I'm not a beast."

Gu Yun was actually more worried that he was a beast. When he came to his senses, he couldn't help but laugh and cry, thinking "How did it become like this?" He laughed helplessly for a moment, and his laughter involved the undeveloped bones in his chest and abdomen. He couldn't laugh, and he couldn't bear it either. It was a terrible feeling.

Chang Geng hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, I won't bother you anymore, don't move."

He didn't dare to provoke Gu Yun again, and temporarily put on the seriousness of a doctor, carefully undressed Gu Yun, and changed his medicine. After a lot of trouble, both of them were sweating. Chang Geng wiped Gu Yun's body with a fine silk, and he was so skilled that it seemed like he didn't know how many times he had done it. Gu Yun suddenly remembered Shen Yi's words, and his expression slightly restrained. He whispered: "Why do you do this kind of thing with your own hands? It's not appropriate."

Chang Geng's eyes dimmed, and he leaned close to his ear and said, "There's nothing inappropriate. You're still here talking to me, so I can do whatever I want."

He was too close, his ears were rubbing against each other, and Gu Yun's ears felt a little numb, but there was nothing he could do - if he moved away, he wouldn't be able to hear him.

Gu Yun sighed: "It was hard for you that day..."

"Don't mention it," Chang Geng interrupted him in a low voice, "Don't let me think about it, Zixi, please have pity on me."

Gu Yun was still not used to this title, his lips moved slightly, but he seemed to have no face to ask Chang Geng to call him "adoptive father". Just now, for a moment, Gu Yun wanted to follow the voice and talk about what happened under the city that day - he couldn't help it, but what should he do in the future?

Are we going to let Chang Geng go astray and end up without any descendants?

Even if Gu Yun, this old soldier and ruffian, is shameless and disregards the former father-son relationship, but the dignified Prince Yan has given himself to a man. How will others view him in the future when he is in the government and the underworld?

No - let alone that Chang Geng is the grandson of the emperor, even if he is just an ordinary white-clothed man, with such talent and wisdom to turn the tide, how can Gu Yun let him suffer this humiliation because of him?

Unfortunately, the words he had prepared cruelly just now were blocked by Chang Geng when they came to his lips, and Gu Yun missed another opportunity to withdraw in time.

Chang Geng leaned on his shoulder, avoiding Gu Yun's wound, and hugged him for a while, and finally suppressed his anxiety. He felt that he should go to Miss Chen for an acupuncture in a while. He couldn't suppress the pain in his body these two days. If he continued like this, something would happen sooner or later.

Chang Geng calmed himself down and reluctantly stepped back: "It's not hot today, and the sun is nice outside. Would you like to go out and sit for a while? It will be good for your injuries."

Gu Yun: "...What?"

Chang Geng made the gesture again.

Gu Yun thought about it, and then replied firmly: "...No."

He had no objection to basking in the sun, but he knew that he would not be able to walk out on his own for at least a day or two - Gu Yun did not want to know how Chang Geng planned to get him out.

Chang Geng signed: "Don't you dislike staying indoors?"

Gu Yun said seriously: "I love you now."

Chang Geng seemed to be at a loss as to what to do with him. He put the medicine away, stood up and walked away.

Just when Gu Yun thought he had gotten rid of him, Chang Geng came back, took a thin blanket, and wrapped it around Gu Yun without saying anything. Then he picked up his little godfather, who was unable to resist, and carried him out the door steadily.

Gu Yun: “…”

Are you going to rebel?

It happened that Shen Yi, who had fled in a hurry, was worried, so he turned back after struggling all the way. Unexpectedly, he ran into this scene head-on. He gasped and stumbled over the threshold of the Marquis' Mansion.

Chang Geng was stunned for a moment, then asked without blushing or panting: "Did General Shen drop something?"

Shen Yi laughed dryly, got up and brushed off the dust on his body, then tried to cover up the half footprint he had slipped on: "It's okay, it left a footprint...haha, that...I don't want to bother you anymore."

After saying this, this traitor turned around and fled, fearing that Gu Yun would kill him to silence him.

The recliner was already set up in the courtyard. Chang Geng put the furious Gu Yun down, and took General Tan's Wind Blade out of his hand, placing it on the tea table next to the recliner. He smiled calmly and said, "Why? One New Year's Eve, I didn't want to go out because there were too many people outside, and you carried me out like this in front of everyone?"

Gu Yun said expressionlessly: "...So you guys have turned the tables today and are lining up to seek revenge on me."

Chang Geng laughed.

After laughing, he took something out from his sleeve and put it in Gu Yun's hand: "Here."

Gu Yun only felt the touch was cold. He slightly lifted the glass mirror on the bridge of his nose and saw clearly that it was a white jade flute. The whole body was as white as mutton fat and was carved from a whole piece. The jade was extremely delicate and shaped like a miniature wind-cutting blade. The hand grip, relief and even the tip of the blade on the wind-cutting blade were imitated vividly, and the word "Gu" was engraved on the tail.

At first glance, Gu Yun thought that the words were carved by him personally, so real that they looked indistinguishable from the real thing.

"The bamboo one you used to have is lost, right?" Chang Geng said. "It's a dry bamboo in the capital, and it will crack if left for too long. I promised to make you a better one."

Gu Yun gently stroked the jade flute, and said absentmindedly: "I actually don't have a wind-cutting blade with my name engraved on it."

Chang Geng sat down in front of him and began to brew tea meticulously. Steam was rising from the vent of the pottery pot. He washed three cups, one for Gu Yun, one for himself, and one placed in front of Tan Hongfei's Wind-Cutting Blade.

"Even Shen Yi has it, but I don't. When I was young, I always felt that the Black Iron Camp was a shackle imposed on me by the old marquis. It's because of it that I have no freedom in my life."

When he grew up, he felt that this black iron stick with his name engraved on it was like a silent suicide note. Gu Yun had no father, no mother, no wife, no children, and no worries. In this vast world, he didn't know who to leave this suicide note to. Just holding it in his hand made him feel indescribably lonely and his ambition was wasted.

In front of Chang Geng, Gu Yun swallowed the rest of the sentence and just warned: "These are all grievances from when I was young and ignorant. Just listen to it, don't tell anyone, so as not to shake the morale of the army - Old Tan, that barbarian bull doesn't drink tea, do you have wine?"

"Well, I've forgotten it after hearing it." Chang Geng said, "There's no wine. General Tan will drink tea and you will drink water. You two generals can make do with whatever you want."

Gu Yun: “…”

He found that Chang Geng was becoming more and more rude to him!

"I have been taking inventory of our assets with the people from the Ministry of Revenue these past two days," Chang Geng poured two cups of tea and one cup of water, and gestured, "The inventory in Jingxi was burned by Commander Han, and the losses in defending the city are also alarming. The supply in the north has been cut off. I am afraid that if we continue to fight like this, we will really have a hard time continuing. Li Feng asked me to ask you what you think."

It is really strange that such a big court has no money and no energy after a war.

"I have no idea. We can only call a truce." Gu Yun stretched out his hand and turned the cup. "The foreigners actually suffered more losses than us. Not only did they besiege the capital with their navy and army, they also supplied lighter steel armor to the Eighteen Border Tribes and the Western Regions. It's not a good thing that they have returned empty-handed. They may not be more durable than us."

"The Western army will not give up after retreating to the sea," Chang Geng said. "They paid such a huge price for nothing. The Western Pope will not be able to explain himself when he returns. They have no choice but to fight a desperate battle. They are now returning to Dongying Island to rest. If they send troops to take Jiangnan and confront the imperial court from the south to the north, we will be in a passive position."

Daliang was too big, and the imperial court was extremely poor, so it was easy to lose sight of one thing while focusing on another.

"Well...if that doesn't work, send someone to the Western Regions. We didn't have time to break up with our ally Loulan at the time. As long as we haven't been deserted by everyone, let's try to get some smuggled goods." Gu Yun said, casually picking up the small teacup, holding it with three fingers, and clinking the cup with "General Tan" and said, "Brother, His Royal Highness Prince Yan doesn't care about wine, so let the two of us make do. I can't control him, so you should make do too."

Chang Geng silently offered a cup of tea to the ownerless Wind-Cutting Blade, drank it all, and spilled Tan Hongfei's cup on the ground.

Use tea instead of wine, and offer wine for peace.

Chang Geng's words came true - ten days later, the Western army abandoned the capital, turned around, and landed again from the south of the Yangtze River. They were unstoppable and broke into the city of Lin'an in just two days and one night. The land of wealth and prosperity that had existed for generations fell into ruin. The major families were panic-stricken. Some had already packed up their belongings and fled, while others put up a desperate resistance, were defeated, and committed suicide after being captured.

Li Feng re-employed General Zhong Chan, and the veteran general of three dynasties once again took the field and rushed to the front line with Yao Zhen and his men and the remnants of his troops.

Gu Yun struggled to get up and hurriedly met his teacher whom he had not seen for many years. Before he could have a long conversation, he bid farewell to the Southern Expedition Army with a glass of wine outside the city and watched the gray-haired old general mount his horse and leave.

The next day, Marquis Anding and Shen Yi traveled to the northwest together.

Prince Yan Li Min reorganized the defense of the capital and took charge of six ministries, thus beginning his career as a "pillar" of the country, robbing Peter to pay Paul.