Gu Yun stretched out his hand and gently stroked Chang Geng's waist, which was neither aggressive nor provocative. The warmth of his palm gradually penetrated through his clothes, like rubbing a non-scalding fire, and pressed against Chang Geng's body neither lightly nor heavily.

Chang Geng really missed him too much. He had been thinking about getting intimate with him since he was in Jiangbei Camp, but it had been delayed until now. No matter how much he had been thinking about, Chang Geng was only in his twenties. It would have been fine if he hadn't tasted that kind of feeling, but Miss Chen had just tried it. If it weren't for the many things he had to do, he would have gone crazy long ago and couldn't stand the teasing.

Being touched so lightly by Gu Yun, half of his body was numb. He gasped for breath a few times. Chang Geng whispered with almost tinnitus: "Godfather, do you want to kill me?"

Gu Yun: "The wound doesn't hurt anymore?"

It still hurts, but the pain is different at different times. His Royal Highness Prince Yan's injury usually hurts normally, but when he acts coquettishly and asks for a kiss, it hurts "very badly". At this moment, even if his wound bursts open again and bleeds like a river, he must be as strong as iron and not feel any pain.

"It's good that it doesn't hurt anymore," Gu Yun calmly grabbed Chang Geng's hand that was trying to get into his clothes, pulled it out and threw it aside, smiling, "Then come and settle the score with me."

Chang Geng: “…”

Gu Yun calmly placed one hand behind his head and lay on the bed in a very relaxed manner, with the other hand gently supporting Chang Geng's waist. His voice was not very harsh, but the content was very sweat-inducing.

Gu Yun: "Tell me, what were you thinking when you took Lord Xu, a scholar who couldn't even lift anything, to the bandit's den?"

Chang Geng: "Zi Xi..."

"No need, Zixi," Gu Yun said calmly, "You can continue to call me 'adoptive father'."

Chang Geng smiled awkwardly and kissed him flatteringly - this was something Chang Geng had recently discovered, Gu Yun really liked this kind of sticky kiss, he would peck him lightly a few times, then stare at him with cautious eyes for a while, basically no matter what he said, Gu Yun would agree.

But this trick doesn't seem to work this time.

Gu Yun raised his eyebrows slightly: "No need to be so polite, my wound doesn't hurt."

The wise King Yan finally ran out of ideas and had to speak honestly: "I didn't expect them to really rise up."

Gu Yun smiled indulgently, rubbed Chang Geng's face with the back of his hand, and then said mercilessly: "Nonsense, you must have thought of it."

Chang Geng's throat moved slightly: "I... Lord Xu and I were on our way to the headquarters at that time. I didn't know they would choose this time..."

"Oh," Gu Yun nodded, "and then you saw that it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and you finally got a chance to die, so you quickly went over."

Chang Geng listened to the voice and felt that this trend was not right, so he quickly admitted his mistake: "I was wrong."

Gu Yun put his hand down, his face showing no emotion, his peach blossom eyes half open and half closed. Chang Geng couldn't figure out what he was thinking for a moment, and he couldn't help but get nervous.

However, after he waited for a long time, Gu Yun did not vent his anger, but suddenly asked: "Is it because the question I asked you that day, 'When can we settle the refugees, when can we recover Jiangnan', put pressure on you?"

When he said this, there was a faint wrinkle between his eyebrows, and his expression was almost lonely. Chang Geng had only seen such an expression once, on the Red Head Kite on New Year's Eve that year. Gu Yun drank three cups of wine to commemorate the thousands of dead souls, and his face also had this kind of plain and quiet expression. The bright lights of the entire imperial capital could not illuminate his profile.

Chang Geng was almost panicking for a moment, and said incoherently: "I am not... I... Zixi..."

When Gu Yun was young, he didn't like to tell others about his feelings - it was not for any other reason, he felt that showing all his emotions on his face was like lifting up his clothes to show others his flesh at any time, which was very indecent, and others might not like to see it, and it was inappropriate. This had nothing to do with being straightforward or not, it was purely due to his family education. During the day, a group of people sat together to eat big chunks of meat and drink big gulps of wine, and there was no difference. The difference would only be revealed when they were drunk - some people would cry and make a fuss, while others would just sing while clapping their chopsticks.

The inappropriate words rolled around on Gu Yun's tongue for a few times, floating up and sinking down again. Finally, he spoke tentatively, "On my way here from the capital..."

Chang Geng was very good at observing people's expressions. He immediately sensed what he was going to say. His pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly. He looked at Gu Yun in panic and expectation.

Gu Yun probably had never said such difficult words in his life, and he almost backed out at the last minute.

Chang Geng: "How was your journey?"

Gu Yun: "...I am extremely anxious."

Chang Geng stared at him blankly.

Back then, when the Jiangnan navy was completely wiped out and more than half of the Black Iron Camp was killed, and when Gu Yun was hastily released from prison by Li Feng, did he ever say the four words "anxious as hell"?

not at all.

Gu Yun seemed to be always confident and never panicked. If he did panic, it was probably just an act.

He seemed so powerful that it seemed fake, which made people feel uneasy and suspected that one day he would suddenly collapse like the nine gates of the tall imperial city.

Gu Yun seemed to have a gate that had been closed for a long time opened. Once those four words came out, the following words became smoother: "If something really happens to you on this trip...what should I do?"

Chang Geng looked at him without daring to breathe.

Gu Yun: "Chang Geng, I really don't have the energy to care about...anyone else."

Chang Geng was shocked.

Gu Yun still had the strength to pacify the north and the south, the strength to die with his eyes open until the country is settled, and the strength to argue with General Zhong day and night about the organization of the Jiangbei navy.

But I don’t have the energy to love someone anymore.

Over the years, apart from Shen Yi, a friend who had been through thick and thin with him, it seemed that Gu Yun only had a sparsely populated marquisate left. All his efforts were placed on this sensitive and anxious young man who was handed over to him by the late emperor.

In the officialdom, people are bound to flatter each other, and when it comes to Gu Yun, most people flatter him by saying "he has devoted all his energy to the cause and is selfless." But in fact, Gu Yun is not purely selfless, but when you think about it carefully, he really has nothing to be "selfish" about.

Gu Yun did not feel this kind of loneliness deeply when he was young. At that time, he was the Anding Marquis of the Black Iron Division. Even if he had a thousand grievances and indignations, he could get up again with high spirits and forget them all the next day after drinking a pot of hot wine. Now that he is getting older and thinking more, he finds that the carefreeness of his early years has been worn away a lot. Especially in recent days, he feels that he is particularly easy to get tired. When he is tired physically, his heart often becomes dull.

If it weren't for the sometimes calculating and sometimes crazy King Yan who made him worry and care, life would be too boring.

The fatigue and loneliness on Gu Yun's face flashed by, but he put them away in the blink of an eye, and gently put Chang Geng away.

He pulled a thin blanket spread out on the side and put it on Chang Geng, sighing, "Lie down, you can't even straighten your back, and you're still thinking about that, are you serious?"

Chang Geng held his hand tightly. Gu Yun's hand could never get warm. It always looked like it had just been taken off the Wind Cutting Blade, dry, cold and hard. "Zi Xi, can you lie down with me for a while?"

Gu Yun took off his coat without comment and leaned against the side, hugging Chang Geng through the thin blanket, and fell asleep not long after.

Chang Geng then quietly opened his eyes, and felt that every hair on his body was trembling, wanting to drag the person beside him to cuddle with him fiercely. However, he could not bear to destroy this quiet and warm atmosphere, so he had to remain motionless and be roasted by the desire, enduring it unbearably and happily.

It has been nearly eleven years since Gu Yun picked him up from the small town of Yanhui. During these eleven years, Gu Yun spent his time on the frontier and on the battlefield, and was rarely with Chang Geng... but he had never left his heart.

Sometimes Chang Geng didn't know how to love him, and always felt that it would be difficult to repay him even if he devoted his whole life to him. Suddenly, he realized that rather than saying that Gu Yun was the only good thing worth looking forward to in his life, it would be better to say that all the difficulties he had suffered since he was born were to accumulate enough luck to meet this person.

Thinking of this, the grudge that had been holding me for many years was miraculously resolved.

Prince Yan was injured in Jiangbei, and Xu Ling was in charge of all matters. Lord Xu was a tough guy who didn't respond to any push or push, and he had Du Lang, the son of the god of wealth Du, dug up from somewhere by his side. Du Lang didn't talk much, but he was very difficult to fool, and it was too difficult to manage him - his family was too rich, and the emperor had written them many IOUs. No one dared to take any small benefits from him.

At the end of September that year, with the guidance of Prince Yan and the full support of the Jiangbei camp, Xu Ling put down the mob rebellion and resettled the refugees in Jiangbei. Yao Zhen then temporarily took over the post of Governor-General of Liangjiang. Xu Ling returned to Beijing to report and took Prince Yan's memorial with him.

At this point, a major case that shocked the whole country came to an end.

Prince Yan himself was still procrastinating, strolling towards the capital while recuperating from his injuries, and had never shown up, but the vigorous "Canal Corridor" movement he initiated had already taken root. His memorial was only kept in the palace for two days before a grand court meeting was held. The Grand Council took the lead and supported it, and the two houses were unusually silent. Several major families were busy gathering their internal forces and had no time to take care of other things. Fang Qin lay dormant for the time being, and Emperor Long'an approved his reply on the same day.

The Military Affairs Council, which had already been aware of the situation, showed incredible execution and came up with a complete plan in just two days, making people almost suspect that they were well prepared.

In less than a month, the Canal Office was established outside the Six Ministries. The Canal Office was authorized to act as the imperial court's sole agent in liaisons with Du Wanquan and other chamber of commerce figures. Du Wanquan, the God of Wealth, suddenly became a true imperial merchant. Various resources and materials that had already been privately allocated were continuously delivered to the factory. The entire court worked without sleep for a whole month, and a large number of civil servants who usually just worked at their desks were exhausted. The whole Daliang was on fire, as if to make up for the two dynasties' idleness.

Finally, before the mid-winter, the refugees from the two rivers were gathered together under the initially built factory sheds.

And Prince Yan Li Min had just returned to the capital.