Chang Geng's voice was low and vague. Even if he was close to his ears, Gu Yun didn't hear it clearly. He turned his head in confusion and turned to Chang Geng and asked, "What are you saying?"

Chang Geng's eyes scraped from his eyes that were covered by the glass mirror. His body was exhausted, and his blood was still boiling, and his mouth was dry and hot. He wanted to hug him in public and be intimate enough. However, after a glance, he saw Master Leran's face, which was empty in all four elements from afar. He immediately laughed and noticed that he was indifferent. He silently reflected for a moment, let go of Gu Yun's waist, pulled his hand, and calmed himself bit by bit with the weak but stable pulse: "It's nothing-I just saw the messenger heading north, is it a memorial sent to the capital?"

"Yes," Gu Yun nodded, "This time we asked the court to come forward and actively send people to contact foreigners. We have been passive before, so we should have the confidence this time."

Chang Geng: "Want to have a peace talk?"

"Discord," Gu Yun said lightly, "How can you let others sleep soundly on the side of the bed? Besides, the blood debt has not been paid. The fertile soil of Jiangnan has occupied this group of beasts, and I feel disgusted in my dreams."

Chang Geng immediately reacted: "You are planning to drag them and eat whales bit by bit."

On the one hand, we send out signals of peace talks, so that the enemies who are already unable to meet are lucky, leaving them room for internal consumption, on the other hand, we sometimes make excessive demands, sometimes create regional disputes within a small range, slowly force the enemy to retreat, and train troops in the battle. When the time is ripe and the north is fully prepared, the young Jiangbei navy will move south again when it matures.

Gu Yun said "yes", letting him drag his wrist into the handsome tent, reached out to wipe Changgeng's face, and smiled and said, "Your Highness, your face is exhausted."

Chang Geng lost half of his bones by his sudden tenderness, but then he woke up again, always feeling that it would be no good for him to be so gentle.

Sure enough, Gu Yun sat aside, held Chang Geng's hand, pinched it in his palm, rubbed it for a while, and said, "There's something else."

Chang Geng raised his eyebrows high and looked down at him expressionlessly.

Gu Yun held Chang Geng's palm with one hand and covered the back of his hand with the other. He lowered his head and kissed the fingertips that had cracked the small mouth: "I plan to drag them and clean up the north first."

Chang Geng: "You want to rush back to the northern border?"

Gu Yun nodded.

Chang Geng: "When?"

Gu Yun: "...soon."

Gu Yun said "very fast" basically means that he left at any time based on the movements of the Western enemy and the damage of the Jiangbei Navy. If he felt that the Jiangbei station was in good condition today, he would leave that night, and if he needed to adjust and mobilize, he would issue an order overnight and leave early the next morning.

Chang Geng: "What should I do? Do I run away from both ends?"

Gu Yun didn't say anything, he was accusation.

He suddenly felt very sorry for Chang Geng. Halfway through the journey to the Western Regions that year, Gu Yun swore to Chen Qingxu that even if Chang Geng is crazy in the future, he will take care of it to the end. However, in recent days, he vaguely worried that he would be unable to compete with him in the future. Gu Yun is not afraid of birth, old age, sickness and death. General Zhong’s mourning hall is by his side. Now, whether kind or malicious elders around him, those who have taught him to harm him, have almost all been exposed. He knows that no matter how great a hero is, he cannot escape such a thing, and there is no need for people to compete with him. He is just afraid that he cannot always protect this little madman, but instead adds burden to him.

Gu Yun's implicit and deep apology made Chang Geng a little at a loss for a moment. He didn't react at first, but after a while, he realized that someone had opened his heart and his heart was flowing aimlessly everywhere, but he couldn't get a place to gather.

He felt so distressed that he had to force himself to laugh.

"Okay," Chang Geng said in a light and unduly tone, "Don't worry, have you seen the drawings I'm stuck in your clothes? Soon - when you finish packing up the barbarians, maybe all the steam rail cars on my side are repaired, believe it?"

Soon he could push up such a big beam of guest uniforms in the four seas. Perhaps at that time, the Third Xuantie Camp only needed to guard the entrance to the ancient Silk Road to maintain trade order, or simply open up land on the border collectively. Whether his general was willing to drink grapes and wine at the border or go back to the capital to quarrel with birds, he could all be calm, without having to rush around or have so many forced ones.

Gu Yun said helplessly: "Why did you get breathing after a small battle? You should think about how to return to the Military Affairs Office first."

Chang Geng bent down: "If I do it, how can you reward me?"

Gu Yun said generously: "What do you want."

Chang Geng thought about it, and approached Gu Yun's ear and said something softly.

I don’t know what shamefulness had been lost in secret, but Gu Yun, as a half-deaf, couldn’t listen anymore and laughed and scolded: “Get out.”

With a shout, Yao Zhen was just stuck on the face of Lord Yao who came to report the post-war situation. Yao Zhen said inexplicably: "Where will the Grand Marshal tell the officials to get out?"

Chang Geng stood up with his hands on his back, stood up unfathomable and stood up as a noble and reserved famous flower.

However, when Gu Yun was concentrating on talking to Yao Zhen, he restrained his smug smile that he deliberately pretended to be, and his expression became solemn little by little.

"I'm almost out of time." Chang Geng thought silently.

Gu Yun stayed until the next day, accompanied Chang Geng to sautumn for General Zhong Chan, and ate a bowl of hot porridge cooked by King Yan himself in the tent. As usual, he expressed his dissatisfaction with the green contents in it, and he vaguely declared his ambition to "not plan on the sheep to live", and was also ignored as usual. In order not to sheep, he had to swallow it and not chew it.

Then he set out early the next morning to rush to Northern Xinjiang.

When Gu Yun rushed to the northern border, he was relieved to find that Shen Yi did not lose his links. He really defended the northern border with the crazy barbarians.

The more crazy the Calais Yinghuo was, the more the doomsday of the Eighteen Tribes was approaching. As Gu Yun expected, after four or five days of fierce fighting, the offensive from the barbarians obviously slowed down. A stronghold was taken down by General Cai who was overly chased by victory. When he went in, he found that there were only some purple gold that had not had time to burn, and the people had retreated.

Cao Chunhua spitted and gestured: "Calais can take action, which means that the previous rebellious forces were wiped out or at least suppressed by him, but he still had to fight and hire people. It is impossible to kill all the subordinate troops of the other major tribes. At most, he can deal with a few leaders and kill one to warn a hundred. The rebellious forces may be able to rekindle their lives."

Shen Yi: "You have to have an opportunity."

"That's right," said Cao Chunhua, "General Cai told me that day that day that there were barbarians secretly using purple gold for supplies before this time. General Cai was careful at that time, secretly monitored the transaction, and recorded every transaction on the record. People who came frequently even left portraits. I went to take a look that day and saw an acquaintance."

He said, taking out a simple scroll from his sleeve, spreading it on the small table, pointing to the person on the portrait, saying, "This person is the slave of the Siguanma of the Calais. I know this person, he is the person of the Grand Chief. He usually relies on the power of the Grand Chief Chief for his good fortune... I believe that many years of war, the people who are dissatisfied with Calais are not only the ambitious people of the Eighteen Tribes. I think there is something to do here."

Gu Yun asked: "How confident are you?"

Cao Chunhua flew at him with a charming look and said with a rolling tongue: "It depends on how much wealth the Grandmaster has prepared for me."

Gu Yun thought to himself: "If this child stayed by my side for a while since he was a child, I would have to accuse him of all these bad habits."

He waved his hand without seeing it, letting the delicate Cao Chunhua get out of here.

Before Chen Yi could ask for specific action arrangements, his personal soldiers came to report again, saying that Chen Qingxu was coming.

Gu Yun watched with surprise as Chen Yi, a man who had gone from being tilted to sitting upright, tightening his cheeks as if he was facing a great enemy, and even facing a saint had never been so serious.

Chen Qingxu came to inform them, and she planned to go with Cao Chunhua to explore the secret of the Goddess of the Firefly of Calais.

Chen Yi became anxious when he heard this and hurriedly gave Gu Yun a wink. Gu Yun looked at the sky and earth, pretending to know nothing. He had known each other for many years, and he knew the temper of the Chen family. Miss Chen just came to say hello out of politeness, not to ask for advice.

Gu Yun could not count on him at the critical moment, so Chen Yi had to fuck him halfway through the paralyzed speech and said in person: "A miracle doctor like Miss Chen is very expensive. He shouldn't even come to the front line. It would be too vague to sneak into the enemy - what if something happens again... right, the coach?"

Gu Yun had no choice but to say, "Well, yes, Ji Ping is right."

Chen Qingxu said: "I went north this time to sneak into the tent of the handsome man in Calais to find their lost voodoo secret technique. Wouldn't it be better if I could help a little bit of help? I have a sense of my own. Thank you for your concern."

Gu Yun sighed: "I feel sorry for the girl."

After mentioning this, Chen Qingxu remembered that Chang Geng's questioning letter was still on his table, and he said with a dish on his face: "No need to be a great general. I'll just mention my difficulties occasionally under the Yanwang Hall."

Chen Yi: "..."

I just said that I was right, but why did I "trouble people" again after a while?

A bastard named Gu can never hold his position firmly!

Chen Yi tried to search for various reasons - danger in the enemy's formation?

With Miss Chen's skill and courage to break into the Heavenly Prison under the guards of the numerous Beidaying, this reason is somewhat unspeakable.

The wounded barracks need you?

It is a matter of being willing to stay and help, but it is reasonable for them to be unwilling. The wounded barracks have their own military doctors, and most of them are simply and rough bandages and amputations, which also insults the Chen miracle doctor.

Chen Qingxu is not a talkative person either. Chen Yi was speechless and felt that she had finished speaking, so she bowed her hands and turned around to leave.

"Miss Chen!" Chen Yi stood up in panic and almost knocked over the table in front of him.

Gu Yun silently reached out to cover his face.

Chen Yi was lined up in his chest with thousands of words, waiting to express his feelings endlessly. Unexpectedly, the words came to his mouth. The last gate could not be opened, so he had to block all the throats. Finally, he said a half-sour and bitter sentence: "Is Miss Chen for King Yan?"

Gu Yun: "..."

Is this what you think is dead?

Chen Yi wanted to slap himself as soon as he spoke - this was really not like human words.

Fortunately, Chen Qingxu didn't like to think too much, and he just replied seriously: "Since King Yan holds my Linyuan Wooden Card, has a heavy responsibility and a high power, I have no responsibility to remove Urgu for him. Besides, the secret voodoo technique of the Eighteen Tribes has no communication with Zhongyuansu. There is no antidote for many strange poisons, and few ways to cure diseases and save people are still in the pile of old papers. Since I have such an opportunity, I always have to do my best. Even if I can pass on something in the future, it will not be in vain."

Chen Yi felt cold and cold when he heard it. He thought about his wife and children all day long. He was so far from the capital to the northern border between this girl Chen who cared for generations.

The family tradition passed down by his father who retired early and knew how to play was, and the Chen family, who had been hidden in the world for generations and guarded Linyuan Wooden Card, was so far from Daliang to the West.

The Xuanying, which was emitting a little white smoke, could not fly over!

Chen Yi looked at her white face and had nothing to say, so he took out a small signal flare from his arms and handed it to Chen Qingxu: "This is recently sent by Lingshuyuan. It does not need to be ignited open flames. Just throw it into the air. As long as it is high enough, it will spontaneously ignite in the air and can be seen a hundred miles away. If something happens...I...you..."

This incoherent virtue made Gu Yun feel a little tooth-ache.

Chen Qingxu was stuffed with a small signal flare with body temperature in her hand. Even though she was careless, she felt something at this time and looked at Chen Yi with an indescribable gaze.

Chen Yi couldn't help but look at it, and he was about to dig a crack and buried himself. He hurriedly found some excuses to say goodbye to Gu Yun and ran away like flying.

Chen Qingxu: “…”

Gu Yun stood up slowly and said to Chen Qingxu seriously: "If the barbarians have any abnormal movements, don't hold on. Send a signal. Someone here immediately responds, pay more attention to safety... When you return triumphantly, ask Chen Jiping to sing and listen."

When Chen Qingxu heard the first half of the sentence, he nodded, and the more he listened, the more he became, the more he was, the more he was listening, the more he was: "What song did you sing?"

Gu Shuai, who was not serious, said with a smile: "Yue Ren Song."

That night, Chen Qingxu and Cao Chunhua crossed the absent-minded Northern Barbarian defense line and quietly entered the core capital of the Eighteen Tribes.

It is said to be "Dadu", but it is actually just a more lively tribal settlement. Except for the murderous barbarian warriors who occasionally come and go, most of the civilians on the roadside are in ragged clothes.

The starving child was sitting on the roadside without anyone picking up the starving child, and was coveted by wild dogs. The woman with a dull face was wandering around for a while. After accepting her life, she stood up and left like a walking corpse.

The magnificent aristocratic tent was surrounded by severely armored wizards. The goshawks and eagle armor were hovering over the sky, filled with the smell of rotten corpses and blood... The middle was mixed with a little fragrance that was not easy to detect.

Under the Central Wolf King's banner, a man of medium size walked into the Wolf King's residence with a bowl of medicine. The guards on both sides respectfully greeted each other: "The Chief Executive."

The chief manager didn't raise his eyelids and said "um" without raising his eyes, and walked into the Wolf King's tent with the medicine.

A haggard young man came out and took the medicine bowl: "I'll do it."

The chief manager looked at his expression and asked, "Criminal, how is my king today?"
To be continued...