Being able to personally drive this incredibly fast Western Dragon, Ge Chen felt that it was worth it, even though he had just been hung up like dried pork for a long time. He was so excited that he was like a pervert who had seen a peerless beauty. With a lecherous look on his face, he fumbled around on the Western Dragon's operating table, and was almost drooling!

A group of fireworks with strange colors exploded in the river. It was Gu Yun's personal guard who set fire and jumped into the river. Ge Chen drove the Western Dragon straight over. The next moment, an iron chain as thick as a child's arm swept out from the Western Dragon, breaking through the sea breeze with a sharp "woo". Fortunately, the person in the water was an elite of the Black Iron Camp. Not only was he not scared by the murderous weapon, but he raised his hand to grab the iron chain, followed the iron chain to sweep out half a circle, and then used the force to flip onto the Western Dragon.

Ge Chen shouted, "Hold on! This Western Jiao Lingshu Academy has been coveting it for a long time, and today we finally got one. Marshal, from now on we can follow you around and pick up your leftovers, hahaha!"

Everyone was so distracted by Ge Lingshu's joyful running that they could only try their best to hold on to the railings beside them. Gu Yun's ears were filled with the roar of the surging river water hitting the dragon's body. He gritted his teeth and thought, "I already tied him up just now, why didn't you think of beating him up?"

The Western dragon flew past the sea monster, and it was too late for the Westerners to react.

The Western troops stationed on the south bank had just come to their senses from the chaos and were anxious to pursue the enemy, but before they could give the order, a large black mass of dragons suddenly left the harbor on the opposite side of the river without any warning.

Mr. Ya put down his clairvoyance in horror and quickly ordered, "Wait! Don't chase, it's a conspiracy, assemble the fleet and prepare for battle! Damn it, the Central Plains people have been hiding for so long, why are they suddenly going out to fight today?"

The Pope's face wasn't looking good either. He walked out of the tent in person, accompanied by a man with a small moustache - probably the so-called "guest from the Holy Land". The two looked at each other with a strange look on their faces. The Pope turned his head and looked worriedly at the Jiangbei garrison that seemed to be approaching.

The Western dragon that was charging forward on the river was instantly submerged in the Daliang Changjiao fleet. Just as both sides were on high alert, the Daliang navy, under the astonished gaze of the enemy, suddenly changed from the rear team to the front team, without any movement, and slowly retreated - as if they had just appeared to show up.

Not to mention the confused Western troops, General Zhong Chan was really shocked when he received the letter from Chang Geng's wooden bird, and secretly cursed this madman for his perverse behavior.

However, since Prince Yan and Marquis Anding were in person, Zhong Chan and Yao Zhen, the two heads of Jiangbei, one civil and one military, had to come and welcome them in person no matter what.

According to the rules, Zhong Chan bowed and said, "I pay my respects to His Royal Highness Prince Yan and General Gu..."

The two men had a master-disciple relationship with him, and no one dared to ask him to bow down, so they hurriedly stepped forward from the left and right to help Zhong Chan up.

Gu Yun's eyes accidentally passed over the back of General Zhong's hand, and he saw that the back of his hand was covered with tiny brown spots, and it was so withered that it seemed as if only a layer of skin was left. A smell of aging came to his face.

Zhong Chan is already over 70 years old. Although his back is still straight, his hair has turned white after all. He can no longer bear the light fur coat weighing dozens of kilograms, and he only wears a symbolic layer of thin armor.

Gu Yun looked at him, feeling mixed emotions.

He once envied General Zhong immensely and wished he could emulate him, resign his official position and title, hide his identity, wander around the world, and no one would be able to find him. How happy that would be.

However, after a round of envy, before he could leave, General Zhong had already returned in an old state. The two of them, one in the south and one in the north, each devoted their lives to the country. Gu Yun felt as if he had seen a circle of fate that could not be avoided.

Zhong Chan glanced at Chang Geng with an ambiguous expression, then looked at Gu Yun again and said, "General Gu doesn't look well."

Gu Yun smiled and said, "I accepted the emperor's order and promised to send the two imperial envoys, Prince Yan and Lord Xu, back to the capital safely. In the end, I fell into the enemy's camp before I could achieve my goal. I was so scared that I couldn't look happy."

Zhong Chan said calmly, "In that case, we will discuss the welcoming ceremony for you all later. Chongze, please arrange for you all to change clothes and rest for a while before we discuss this. We still have some military duties to attend to during this extraordinary period, so I will not accompany you for long."

After saying that, he glanced at King Yan, clasped his fists in a nonchalant manner, and then turned and left. Chang Geng probably knew that the old general was not very satisfied with his arrangement, so he remained silent.

Zhong Chan is old enough that he is buried up to his neck in the earth. He might meet the late emperor one day, so there is no need for him to curry favor with anyone. Besides, the powerful people in the court are all his juniors. Therefore, no matter whether it is Prince Yan or Marquis Anding who comes, he will not say a word to them. His attitude stunned Xu Ling, who had just escaped death.

Only Yao Zhen was left with a headache. He was busy racking his brains to make jokes to smooth things over, and was also anxious to arrange tents for everyone to rest.

Gu Yun washed up hastily and changed his clothes that were soaked by the rain. Before he could do anything, he felt extremely tired. He asked someone not to disturb him and then fell into a deep sleep in the tent.

When he woke up, it was already dark. Gu Yun's eyes were blurry and he couldn't hear the sounds around him clearly. As soon as he moved, a pair of hands reached out to him. They first considerately gave him two sips of tea to wake him up, and then handed him a bowl of medicine with a familiar taste.

Without asking, Gu Yun knew who the visitor was.

Gu Yun was not in high spirits, and he felt even more tired after a good sleep. He was in no mood to pay attention to Chang Geng. He took the medicine and drank it in one gulp, then fell back on the pillow, concentrating on closing his eyes and resting his mind, waiting for the effect of the medicine to take effect.

Chang Geng sat quietly on the side, using his fingers instead of silver needles to linger on the acupuncture points on his head and neck. Gu Yun was drowsy from his massage, and felt that the clarity in his heart was like a lamp swaying in the wind, burning intermittently.

After a while, his hearing gradually became clearer and a lingering stinging sensation rose at the same time. Gu Yun finally woke up completely and couldn't help but frowned slightly.

Chang Geng stopped moving his hands, lowered his head and gently kissed Gu Yun's frowning brows, as if testing him. Then, perhaps seeing that Gu Yun didn't react, he grew bolder and kissed Gu Yun along the bridge of his nose, finally landing on his lips that tasted slightly of bitter medicine.

Gu Yun had just finished drinking the medicine and had not rinsed his mouth. His mouth was full of bitterness and he did not want to kiss him, so he slightly turned his head to avoid it.

Unexpectedly, this not-so-obvious dodge somehow stimulated Chang Geng. His previously quiet and silent aura suddenly changed, and his breathing suddenly became rapid. He put all his strength into his hands, tightly holding Gu Yun in his arms, and with an unspeakable sense of despair, he attacked him all at once, as if he was not going to kiss him, but was biting him out of some deep hatred.

Gu Yun reached out to pinch the back of his neck, but Chang Geng grabbed his hand midway and forced him down on the couch.

This is really taking advantage of the situation.

Gu Yun frowned, then moved sideways and brought Chang Geng's elbow to the edge of the bed. He knocked it gently, hitting his numb tendons. As expected, Chang Geng felt a pain and instinctively let go of his hand, but the next moment he clung to it again without hesitation.

Gu Yun used his skills to hold him down, "What kind of place is this? Why are you so mad?"

Chang Geng's breathing was frighteningly heavy. He would not let go of him even if he died. He still stubbornly used his arms to reach him. When his wrist was twisted to a certain degree, there was a "crack" sound. His stubbornness, even if it meant hurting himself, rather than retreating, was truly frightening.

Of course Gu Yun couldn't break his wrist alive, but as soon as he loosened his grip, Chang Geng pounced on him, as if he wanted to trap him in the small space between the bed and the bed. He stared down at Gu Yun with eyes like a hungry wolf.

Greed and fear.

It seems like he is ready to disregard everything, yet also like he is always on high alert for something.

Gu Yun's originally blurry vision gradually came into focus, and he could see clearly all around. Then he realized that he had slept for a whole day without realizing it. He went to bed at dawn, and it was already a little after dusk, and dusk was gradually falling.

He looked at Chang Geng's eyes in the dim light, and did not find the ominous blood light and double pupils in his eyes, so he knew that he was awake at this time and was just looking for trouble.

After an unknown amount of time of confrontation, the fierce look in Chang Geng's eyes finally subsided like a passing tide, and an indescribable pleading look slowly emerged: "Zi Xi, I..."

Gu Yun asked coldly: "You what?"

Chang Geng couldn't help but shrank under his gaze, slowly let go of him, and sat down to one side with his eyes slightly closed, stiff as a puppet.

He was too sensitive to Gu Yun, so sensitive that Gu Yun didn't need to say anything, just a look from him could break his heart.

Silence spread in the small tent for a long time before Chang Geng whispered in the dead silence, "This time I go south, I want to force Li Feng to stand on my side and test how much trouble the aristocratic families in the court can stir up. Those people are used to following the old ways, and they are not united. If they make too big a move in the capital, they will easily be rebounded. It is better to use Jiangbei as a breakthrough point to lure them into falling into the trap. I will also take the opportunity to push the new nobles to the stage, and wait for the next step to completely eliminate dissidents and clean up the court."

There seemed to be an undercurrent sweeping through his few words. He did not mention the words "settling the refugees". He seemed to be avoiding suspicion out of spite and deliberately refused to say anything good about his intentions. He insisted on saying it in a way that was as insidious and cunning as possible, and as despicable and shameless as possible.

Everyone knows that Prince Yan speaks differently to different people, and as long as he wants, he can even make an old troublemaker like Zhang Fenghan obedient. But now, facing Gu Yun, he felt like he had turned into a younger version of Zhang Fenghan, saying things that Gu Yun didn't like to hear.

Once he opened his mouth, he couldn't stop talking. After a short breath, he continued, "I used beacon tickets to support this group of new nobles. They took advantage of the national crisis to form a party. There is no need to work hard to support them in the future. As long as they are taken care of, they will surely become a big force. They will be eager to turn the old government and the old system upside down. I want to put an end to the tradition of the emperor making arbitrary decisions since Emperor Wu in this generation. As for Li Feng, he can do whatever he wants. I will be happy only when all the members of the Li family are dead."

Gu Yun finally understood what was going on. This bastard felt guilty and deliberately came to him to bluff and show off his power. He had to pick a fight with him to feel at ease.

Gu Yun thought with anger in his heart: "As you wish."

So he asked angrily, "Your last name is not Li? Then is your last name Zhu or Gou?"

"Me?" Chang Geng laughed briefly, "I am born worse than pigs and dogs. I am just a human puppet in the hands of a barbarian woman..."

Before he could finish his words, Gu Yun raised his hand to slap him. Chang Geng closed his eyes instinctively, but refused to dodge. The slap came with a strong wind, but before it landed on his face, it just stopped at the side of his neck.

"The world will judge your merits and demerits. What's the point of you pestering me for praise and criticism?" Gu Yun wanted to keep his temper down, but he got really angry. "You're crying, making a scene, and threatening to hang yourself to force me to admit that you can do whatever you want, and that everything you do is right. Even if it's outrageous, I will support you with both hands - are you satisfied? Are you sleeping well? Are you at peace with your conscience?"

His voice seemed to carry a knife, and each word cut a bloody wound. Chang Geng gasped slightly as if in great pain, and trembled as he said, "What does the world have to do with me? It is the world that has wronged me. I have never owed the world a single cent, and I don't care who judges... But people live with a desire. Zixi, I will never be able to separate this desire from you throughout my life. It is all on you. If you want to break my desire, you might as well point me to a dead end, and I will leave now."

"Hey, what's going on? Your Highness Prince Yan wants to die in front of me?" Gu Yun almost made him laugh out of anger, "I hate people threatening me the most in my life."

Chang Geng felt as if he was in an ice cellar after hearing this, and he couldn't help shaking. He hadn't spoken to Gu Yun that day, and he was extremely uneasy. He also wanted to do the same as he had fooled Xu Ling, to find the right moment and come and ask for forgiveness... That wasn't a difficult thing to do.

But he knew a thousand reasons, but he just couldn't do it and couldn't help himself.

It turns out that love is so fascinating, like a double-edged sword without a handle, which can hurt others and yourself at any time.

Gu Yun pushed him away. Chang Geng was startled and hurriedly reached out to grab him: "Zi Xi, don't go!"

Gu Yun took his wrist and forced him to open his palm. Then he pulled out something from somewhere and hit Chang Geng's hand. There was a "snap" sound and Chang Geng shuddered violently. His Royal Highness Prince Yan, who had never been hit by a teacher in his life, was stunned and forgot to struggle for a moment.

Gu Yun hit him with the white jade flute: "You treat yourself like a pig or a dog, who would treat you like a human? You don't know how to cherish yourself, so who are you trying to please by throwing a tantrum? Are you cheap or not? Are you cheap or not? Are you cheap or not?"

He cursed, and slapped Chang Geng three times in a row on the palm of his hand, hitting one spot specifically. There was only one red mark left, without any smudges.

After the fight, Gu Yun held his chin with the white jade flute: "How others treat you, what does it have to do with you? If others respect and fear you, you are invincible. If others treat you like a worn-out shoe, are you really a piece of mud? What can a barbarian woman who has been dead for eight hundred years and a little voodoo that can mess with people's minds do? Look at me and talk!"

Chang Geng: “…”

"I've heard people praise His Royal Highness Prince Yan for his wealth of knowledge, but he doesn't know what 'self-respect' means. What's in your five carts? Towels?" Gu Yun said, throwing the jade flute aside and sighing, "You've been waiting for a whole day, specially coming here to ask for a beating, and now you get what you want, go away."

Chang Geng sat beside his bed in a daze, holding his swollen palms. After coming to his senses a little from the burning pain, he looked up at Gu Yun in disbelief.

Gu Yun turned his back to him and poured himself a cup of cold tea. He drank it slowly. When his anger subsided a little, he asked, "When will the refugees in Liangjiang be able to settle down?"

Chang Geng said hoarsely: "...If it's fast, before the end of the year."

Gu Yun asked the same question as Xu Ling: "When will the battle between Northern Xinjiang and Southern Xinjiang take place?"

Chang Geng closed his eyes and replied softly, "The Western world is not a monolithic country. From this investigation, we know that the Pope's position is shaky and he will send an envoy to negotiate with me within the year. If we take advantage of the situation and recuperate for a year or two, we can fight after we have regained our strength."

Gu Yun was silent for a while: "After the war, how long can there be peace?"

Chang Geng: "When a country is prosperous and strong, the whole world will naturally respect it."

"Well," Gu Yun nodded and said, "You go."

Chang Geng didn't respond immediately: "Where... where?"

Gu Yun: "Aren't you going to investigate Jiangbei Yang Ronggui's fraud and concealment with Lord Xu? Why, I guessed wrong, you don't plan to leave overnight, and you still want to wait for Master Zhong to welcome you?"

Chang Geng stared at him blankly.

"I have to stay in the Jiangbei garrison for a few more days," Gu Yun said, "Take the twenty guards with you. Unless the foreign navy crosses the river, they will be enough to deal with the local officials' thugs and lackeys. It's getting dark soon, so don't delay any more."

Chang Geng stood up silently and tidied his messy appearance.

"Also," Gu Yun paused, "apply some medicine to your hand later."

Chang Geng turned his face away with difficulty, seemed to endure it for a while, and whispered: "Godfather, I want you."

Gu Yun thought that his ears had a new problem: "What did you say?"

Chang Geng did not repeat himself, his ears turned red, and he glanced at Gu Yun eagerly and evasively, his eyes constantly drilling into his snow-white collar.

Gu Yun: “…”

No matter how romantic Gu Yun was, he was still a normal person. He had the bad habits of aristocratic children in that matter. He had to pay attention to the elegance of "right time and right place, flowers and moonlight, and everything will come naturally". He really couldn't understand the "interest" of having to call "father" in bed and being beaten to get aroused. His scalp tingled and he thought, "This seems a bit crazy."

So he pointed to the door of the military tent and said briefly: "Get lost."

Chang Geng didn't dare to delay his business, so he had to suppress his desire. He glanced at Gu Yun shyly, managed to calm down, and ran away.