In a person's life, there is always a moment of situation. He can't let go of anything except a certain absurd thought for no reason. His powerful desires and desires seem to be able to swallow the entire soul, and he can ignore it if he lets his mind hang out his claws and scratch the door.

For example, many years ago, Gu Yun was burned into a ball of paste in the wilderness of the northwest, thinking without any distractions that he wanted to resign and leave his post and wander around the world.

For example, many years later, Chang Geng walked out of the palace ban with the breeze and snow, and without any distractions, he wanted to see Gu Yun, who was thousands of miles away.

Chang Geng ran back to the Marquis' Mansion with no brains. Two loyal iron puppets at the door turned around and stared at him silently. He touched the puppet with purple light, and his steps suddenly stopped.

Chang Geng looked at the two iron monsters like he woke up in his dream for a long time, and finally slowly came to his senses from the almost obsessed state. He sighed lightly, reached out to touch the cold arm of the iron golem, slowly lowered his head, bowed his waist, and spit out a mouthful of white gas that was erect.

In the past, when we had been together with Gu Yun in four years, we didn't seem to be so difficult. Chang Geng himself didn't know whether he was becoming more and more charming or became more and more greedy with Gu Yun. He seemed to have a string in his heart. From when Gu Yun suddenly wrote a letter inexplicably saying that he missed him, he began to tighten.

When every thrilling war report in the south arrives in Beijing, the string will be tighter, and the situation in the North Korea and China will become more sinister and more complicated, the string in his heart will be tighter again, until just now, it suddenly broke without warning.

At this time, the gate opened from inside, and the general of the Hou Mansion family came out.

Huo Dan was shocked when he saw Chang Geng's appearance: "Bo Wang was asking me to find you, Your Highness, what's wrong with you?"

Chang Geng's eyes were slightly red, but he still adjusted his smile as quickly as possible, and stood up and patted the snow slag on his body: "It's nothing, I'm a little dizzy when I'm walking anxiously. What's the matter with me, Uncle Wang?"

Huo Dan was very rough and didn't see anything unusual when he heard this. While stepping forward and helping him, he whispered in his ear: "There is a guest who is inconvenient to show up. He said he had to report something urgent. He could not go to the Military Affairs Office to ask for a meeting, so he had to find the Marquis' Mansion."

The visitor was a man of about 34 or 5 years. Chang Geng didn't know him, but he must have seen him somewhere and looked familiar. While quickly adjusting his disordered mental state, he tried hard to recall the identity of the visitor.

Fortunately, the man took the initiative to come forward and explained: "Liu Zhong, deputy governor of the Foreign Affairs Mission, has met the prince."

The so-called "Foreign Affairs Mission" was created by a group of complete peace corps from the Ministry of War, somehow, and joined forces to join the Honglu Temple. Because they were afraid of being frustrated by Emperor Long'an, they didn't even dare to call him "peace talks". They had to use the name of "Foreign Affairs Mission" in an unconventional manner, under the banner of "one literature and one martial arts". The bullshit reason for the front line to "retreat the enemy through other channels" was purely to make things difficult for Gu Yun.

Chang Geng frowned, and when he looked at this person, he had a bad impression of him. Due to his lack of expression, he nodded indifferently and said, "Mr. Liu is about to go on a mission and is here to visit late at night, what's the important thing?"

Liu Zhong suddenly took a step back and knelt down, pointing to the heavenly way: "If the Xiaguan said half of the false words today, it will definitely be struck by lightning, and even if his parents are in the nine fountains, they will not be at peace."

Chang Geng took a step sideways: "What is Mr. Liu doing? Get up quickly."

Liu Zhong refused: "Your Majesty knows that our regiment is in charge of the governor, the immediate superior of the subordinate, was once a student of Grand Secretary Fang?"

Of course, Chang Geng knew, not only did he know, but he was also disgusted for a while. If it weren't for the time being, he would have wanted to catch the treacherous gangsters who led to the Foreign Affairs Group one by one.

"Prince, please report." Liu Zhong quickly explained to Chang Geng the words of Grand Secretary Fang secretly instructed the foreign affairs envoy, and said, "Now only a few confidants in the governor know about this matter. The subordinates are not talented, so they are one of them."

Chang Geng's fingers hit the small table beside him: "Isn't it the confidant who came to visit the Hou's Mansion late at night?"

Liu Zhongshen gave a gift: "Xiaguan's ancestral home is Hangzhou. His biological parents died early. He grew up with the elders of the clan since childhood. Later, he went to study everywhere and worked as an aide in the Duke and Marquis family. By chance, he took the eyes of the old man of the Fang family and recommended me to the officialdom. He was naturally unable to repay his kindness."

Chang Geng raised his eyebrows gently.

"Xiaguan has had a childhood sweetheart since he was young. He was not aware of his childhood. He was already engaged and had not yet passed the family." Liu Zhong buried his head low and curled up his shoulders. "I wanted to succeed and go back to my hometown to marry him, but I didn't expect that before this day, I was suddenly attacked by a strong man..."

Liu Zhong lowered his head and wiped his face, kowtowed to him hard: "Although the dead are gone, the living are always uneasy, thank you for your mercy."

Chang Geng sighed softly: "Mr. Liu got up and said."

The two of them had secretly spies for a long time. When they saw Liu Zhong away, there was a sound of updating on the street. Chang Geng stood at the door for a while, pinched his eyebrows hard, turned his head to Huo Dan and said, "Please see if Miss Chen is asleep. If you haven't stopped yet, please ask her to come."

Chen Qingxu has been staying in the Hou Mansion these days, preparing to try to treat Chang Geng's Urgu, but this will be a very long process. King Yan is always free, and he may not have time to come back ten days and half a month.

When Chen Qingxu saw Chang Geng, he felt that his face was wrong and said, "Your Highness, the more he thinks, the harder it is to control himself. Are you too tired recently?"

Chang Geng smiled bitterly. He intensified the conflict in advance. In fact, many things were not ready for a long time. Every step was like a dangerous road. I don’t know when I would step on the cliff.

But he has no time.

He was afraid that his enemies would not give him this time, and that Gu Yun would not report good news but bad news, and suffered from the suffering he did not know in places he could not see.

Chang Geng: "If it's convenient for Miss Chen, you might as well start applying the needle from today."

Chen Qingxu was stunned: "The process may be very painful. Your Highness is busy with the government during the day. Can you bear it?"

Chang Geng shook his head: "I don't know, but I always feel bad. In recent days, I have become increasingly unable to control myself. I just think it's not broken or established."

An hour later, Chang Geng realized that he had underestimated what Chen Qingxu called "pain".

Chen Qingxu brought a bowl of medicinal soup to him and prepared silver needles.

Chang Geng reached out to take it: "What is this?"

"I will copy the prescription to you when your highness is no longer trapped by Urgu," Chen Qingxu said, "But it is better not to ask before you drink it."

Chang Geng: "…"

For some reason, in his impression, the things related to the barbarian voodoo were filled with a gloomy smell of corpse oil. After hearing this, Chang Geng immediately had many bad associations. He stopped asking questions immediately, tried to curl up his tongue, pinch his nose and drank it all.

Chen Qingxu leaned over and lit a calm and calm scent, and the quiet and cold fragrance spread indoors. She sat cross-legged three steps away and said seriously: "Your Highness, after I start applying the needle, you must keep the spiritual platform clear, otherwise no one can wake you up. Can you understand what I say?"

Chang Geng nodded.

Chen Qingxu: "When this calm incense is burned out, I will do it. Please use this incense stick of incense to clear your mind and eliminate distracting thoughts."

At first, Chen Qingxu was steadily and accurately, with his hands and feet very neatly. Chang Geng just closed his eyes and closed his eyes to rest. Suddenly, a chill full of fear rose from behind him - as if he was watching someone else's weapon lifted up, and he could only close his eyes and wait for the fear. The muscles on his back involuntarily contracted. Although he could not move, he made subconscious avoidance.

Chen Qingxu's needle could no longer be stabbed, and she looked solemn: "Your Highness."

Chang Geng felt an invisible whip slapped hard on his back, and there was a noise in his ear, so the screams of women who had been away for more than ten years exploded in his ears.

Mixed in those nightmares that have been over the years, Chen Qingxu's voice mixed with the peaceful mind and pierced into his ears: "Your Highness, this is the Marquis' Mansion. Can you hear me talking?"

Chang Geng shuddered violently and nodded slightly with all his strength.

Chen Qingxu sent the next silver needle in, and the second fragrant incense was burned out. She glanced at the Western clock on the table: "This is just the beginning. Do you need to adapt to it again?"

Chang Geng bit the tip of his tongue gently: "No, continue."

Chen Qingxu stopped talking nonsense, and the needle was flying. The hallucinations that had just faded came back again. The pains that Xiuniang exerted on him when she was young were reappearing one by one.

Chen Qingxu's expression tightened. She saw an old scar on Chang Geng's collarbone suddenly red and swollen for no reason. A line of thin blood oozed out, and blood vessels like spider webs cracked to both sides, which was very ferocious.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, King Yan!" Chen Qingxu called him.

Chang Geng had no response.

Chen Qingxu didn't dare to do anything again. Suddenly, she glanced at the corner of her eyes and saw a pair of iron shoulder armor hanging on the foot of the bed. It seemed that it was a while ago, and now the steel armor in the army had already changed. Chen Qingxu suddenly remembered that when he talked about Urgu symptoms with Changgeng in his early years, he seemed to have mentioned that the first time he broke free from a nightmare was Gu Yun hanging a pair of armor on his head.

Chen Qingxu swept his long sleeves, and the iron shoulder armor made a clear collision sound. The sound of metal and stone swept across the quiet room. Chang Geng's breathing became more and more rapid.

There were many evil obstacles in front of him, first trapped in his body when he was young - sharp hairpins, red fire sticks, dirty horse whip, sharp and sharp hands like women's iron pliers... At the end of everything, there was a Gu Yun wearing half-steel armor, who was silently watching him after many years.

Chang Geng stared at him like a straw, struggling to maintain his brightness. After a long time, the hallucinations like demons and monsters around him gradually faded away. Chang Geng came back to his senses exhausted. Seeing that the fragrance of An Shen on the table had burned out, Chen Qingxu was collecting the silver needle.

Only then did he realize that he could move again.

Chen Qingxu: "How do you feel?"

Chang Geng moved his hand and saw that there were many small scratches on his arm at some point, and itchy quickly. He tried to clench his fists: "It seems that he had crawled out again."

After Chen Qingxu left, Chang Geng fell asleep. Over the years, his sleep seemed to be like a moor on a flat lake, and even a stone could be broken. Except for blood loss and coma, he rarely felt like he was so dark, and he did not have nightmares for the first time.

He dreamed of a towering watchtower with a fire light far away. The camp was guarding tightly, and there was a smell of waiting for the game. A team of soldiers returning from patrol were pulling the reins. Suddenly, the person in charge turned around and looked in his direction. It was Gu Yun, wearing a glass mirror that was more fancy than a mask on his face, and the silver edges and the black armor shone together, and he smiled at him with a hint of crescendo.

In the dream, Chang Geng laughed and said, "What kind of dress is this?"

Gu Yun stretched out a hand from the horse's back, and his iron arm burned with purple and golden power lightly pulled him onto the horse's back, hugged him from behind, and lay in his ear and smiled: "I am lonely in the army, hook up with a few more little beauties."

People don’t know how to hide their subtle thoughts in their hearts in their dreams. Knowing that he was telling a joke, Chang Geng still felt an indescribable grievance in his heart: “I am in the capital day and night, afraid of taking a wrong step. I only hope to hear a few words from you every day, and I can’t wait.”

Gu Yun said helplessly: "Your Highness, you came from all over the world to act spoiled?"

When Chang Geng heard this, he thought he was right and wanted to make trouble with Gu Yun in a different way, as written in the folklore book. However, he was too angry when he was using the book. His skills were very impure, and he was a little stuck for a while, and he didn't know where to start. But Gu Yun raised his hand and took off the glass mirror on his face, turned his head and kissed him: "If you don't like it, I won't wear it."

In the early morning, Chang Geng woke up from Gu Yun's terrible flute sound. He got up in a daze and rubbed his eyes. He always felt that the magic sound seemed to be still surround his ears. He rubbed his sore ears in pain, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

This is really the most fulfilling dream of his life.

With Gu Yun's song that shocked the world and cried ghosts, even if there were really monsters and monsters ahead, he could be fearless.

What Chang Geng didn't know was that on the night before the front line, when Gu Yun returned from patrol, he suddenly felt that someone was looking at him behind him. He couldn't help but turn his head back and just threw off the glass mirror on his face. This time the lens was not broken, but the carefully crafted lace made his shoulder armor knock a corner off. He had to admit depressedly that this thing was not useful and replaced by ordinary ones.

The next day, Shen Yi heard about it and pointed at him and made a joke: "Maybe some gods don't like you."

"Then this god is so polite," Gu Yun said shamelessly, "Maybe I am looking at my handsomeness and want to be my wife."

Shen Yi: "..."

Before General Shen could spit out the overnight dinner, a soldier came to report: "Master, your messenger sent to Japan has replied."

Gu Yun: "Pick it in."

A group of supplies from the Western Army were sent from the sea with the cooperation of the Japanese. In normal wars, the Japanese seemed to have been involved in it, but they cunningly refused to expose themselves to the table. Even though Yuchi took dozens of Japanese warriors disguised as monks to try to hijack Emperor Long'an - that was due to his personal grudges, the Japanese did not really stand up to ask for an explanation for him.

Chen Yi: "What do you say?"

Gu Yun shook his head: "It is said that they are very courteous to them, but their attitude is ambiguous. When the messenger wants to talk about serious matters, he will avoid them if he can manage things, and find a group of white-faced dancers to accompany him... The Japanese have their own little plan in their hearts. If foreigners can take root in our country, they can eat a bite of rotten meat. But if Western warships retreat, they will still live with us in the future, so they are both working hard and unwilling to offend us completely."

Chen Yi frowned and said, "Pleasing to both ends, what is this?"

"Good thing." Gu Yun smiled, "I feel relieved if they are like this. Waiting to see, it will be of great use."

Chen Yi shook his head: "We can't wait any longer. The southern front is stretched too long and the purple gold is stretched too tight. Even if you make arrangements from it, there will be times when you can't keep up. Besides, I'm worried that if you continue to fight like this, there will be noise in the court."

Gu Yun's expression faded.

Chen Yi reminded again: "I heard that the court believes that we should not just beat the enemy, but should be 'a stick and a sweet date'. Recently, a new batch of foreign affairs envoys are being formed. If these people really put sticks on to deliver sweet dates, it would be fine, but they would be afraid they would come to cause trouble."

Gu Yun pondered for a moment: "When will it arrive?"
Chapter completed!