Gu Yun reached out and gently stroked Chang Geng's waist, not only did he feel invasive, but he was just teasing. The temperature of the palm of his hand gradually penetrated through the clothes, as if he was rubbing a fire that was not hot, and he was pressed on Chang Geng's body regardless of lightness or weight.

Chang Geng missed him so much. When he was in Jiangbei Daying, he kept thinking about being intimate once, and he kept going until now. No matter how many springs and autumns he had in his heart, Chang Geng's body was only in his twenties after all, and it would be fine if he hadn't tasted that taste. When he had just eaten Zhiwei, he was stumbled by Miss Chen. If it weren't for the many things, he would never dare to relax the string in his heart. He would have been so crazy that he could not withstand the teasing at all.

At this time, when Gu Yun touched him so gently, half of his body was numb. He took a few breaths. Chang Geng whispered in a low voice almost with a little tinnitus: "Entertainment Father, do you want my life?"

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

It hurts or hurts, but it is just a pain every moment. His Highness Yan Wang’s injury is usually normal, and when he acts coquettishly, it hurts very much. At this moment, even if his wound collapses again and becomes a river of blood, it must be covered in copper and iron bones, and he does not know the pain and itch.

"It's good that it doesn't hurt anymore," Gu Yun calmly grabbed Chang Geng's hand that was drilling into his clothes, took it out and threw it aside, and smiled, "Then let's settle the score with me."

Chang Geng: "…"

Gu Yun was very relaxed and pillowed one hand behind his head, laying on the bed very relaxedly, holding Chang Geng's waist gently with the other hand. His voice was not very strict, but the content was very sweaty.

Gu Yun: "Tell me, what did you think when you took Lord Xu, a scholar who could not take his shoulders and could not lift his hands and could not lift them?

Chang Geng: "Zi Xi..."

"No Zixi," Gu Yun said lightly, "You can continue to call him 'adopted father'."

Chang Geng smiled embarrassedly and kissed him flatteringly - this was what Chang Geng discovered recently. Gu Yun liked this sticky kiss very much, pecked a few times, and then stared at him with a careful look. Basically, Gu Yun agreed no matter what he said.

But this trick seems to be useless now.

Gu Yun raised his eyebrows slightly: "You don't have to be so polite, my wound doesn't hurt."

The wise King Yan was finally helpless and had to speak honestly: "I didn't expect them to really rise up."

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

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

"Oh," Gu Yun nodded, "and then you saw that the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity was finally able to die, so you hurriedly got up."

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

Gu Yun put down his hand, and there was no joy or anger on his face. His peach blossom eyes were half open and half closed. Chang Geng couldn't figure out what he was thinking for a moment, and he became nervous involuntarily.

However, after waiting for a long time, Gu Yun did not exhale, but suddenly asked: "Is it because I asked you that day, 'When can I settle the refugees and when can I recover Jiangnan', which puts 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-headed kite on New Year's Eve that year. Gu Yun was paying three glasses of wine to pay homage to the dead souls, and his face was also as plain as silence. The lights in the entire imperial capital could not illuminate his side face.

Chang Geng was almost panicked for a moment and said incoherently: "I'm not...I...Zi Xi..."

When Gu Yun was young, he didn't like to tell others about his feelings - for no other reason. He felt that he would hang his joy, anger, sorrow and happiness on his face, just like lifting his clothes to show his flesh and flesh at any time. It was very indecent and people might not like to see it. It was inappropriate. This had nothing to do with being happy or not. It was purely due to the tutoring. During the day, people sat together to eat meat and drink big gulps. It was no different. Only when they were drunk could they show the difference - some would cry and make a fuss, and some would sing at most.

If it was out of place, he rolled on the tip of Gu Yun's tongue a few times, floated up and sank. Finally, he spoke with a slight attempt: "I'm on the way from the capital..."

Chang Geng was so good at observing his words and expressions. He felt what he was going to say in an instant. His pupils shrank slightly with difficulty, and he looked at Gu Yun in panic and expectantly.

Gu Yun had probably never said such a difficult thing in his life and almost retreated.

Chang Geng: "How are you on the road?"

Gu Yun: "...I was anxious."

Chang Geng stared at him blankly.

Did you say the four words "I'm anxious" when the Jiangnan Navy was wiped out and the Xuantie Camp was lost.

Not.

Gu Yun seems to be sure forever and never panic. If he is panic, he probably pretends to be it.

He is a bit powerful and false, which always makes people feel uneasy, and they suspect that one day he will suddenly collapse like the nine gates of the tall imperial city.

Gu Yun seemed to have been opened with a long confinement gate. As soon as the four words were released, the words followed smoothly: "What if something really happened to you this time... what should I do?"

Chang Geng didn't dare to look at him even though he was so arrogant.

Gu Yun: "Chang Geng, I really don't have the strength to take another... someone else to heart."

Chang Geng was shocked.

Gu Yun also has the strength to pacify the north and south, the strength to die with the mountains and rivers before they can settle down, and the strength to fight with the old general Zhong to fight to the death with the Jiangbei Navy.

But I just don't have the strength to love someone anymore.

Over the years, except for Shen Yi, a friend who has been through life and death, Gu Yun seems to be left with only a marquis mansion, with little effort left by the crowded marquis. All the blood squeezed out was placed on this sensitive and worrying young man who handed the late emperor to him back then.

In the officialdom, people's relationships are inevitably flattering each other. When it comes to Gu Shuai, it is generally like "devoting all your efforts and being selfless." But in fact, Gu Yun is not purely selfless, but when he thinks about it, he really has nothing to "private".

Gu Yun did not feel this loneliness when he was young. At that time, he was the Anding Hou of the Third Division of Xuantie. Even if he felt a lot of grievance and indignation, he would be able to get up again with a pot of hot wine the next day and forget it. Now he is getting older and thinking is getting heavier, but he found that his early elegance has been wiped out a lot. Especially in recent days, he felt that he was particularly tired and tired, and his heart often became unpleasant.

If there was not a Yanwang who was sometimes completely determined and sometimes crazy, he would be too boring to live.

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

He pulled a thin blanket spread on one side and put it on Chang Geng, sighing, "Lying down, your waist can't even straighten. I still think about that, are you serious?"

As soon as Chang Geng held his hand, Gu Yun's hand would never be warmed up, and it would always be like he had just taken it off the wind cutting blade, dry, cold and hard: "Zi Xi, can you lie with me for a while?"

Gu Yun took off his coat and leaned against him without hesitation, hugged Chang Geng through the thin blanket, and fell asleep not long after.

Chang Geng then quietly opened his eyes, feeling that every hair on his body was trembling and trying to drag the person beside him over to linger. However, he couldn't bear to destroy this quiet and warm atmosphere for a moment, so he had to be roasted by desire/fire without moving, and was unbearable and happy to be next to each other.

It has been almost eleven years since Gu Yun returned to the town and picked him up. In eleven years, Gu Yun has been in the border and the battlefield, and has been separated from Chang Geng... but he has never left his soul one day.

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

Thinking of this, after years of grudges, he miraculously let go.

King Yan was injured in Jiangbei, and Xu Ling gave a big and small matter. Lord Xu was a bear man who was not good at eating soft and hard. He dug Du Lang, the son of Du Caishen, from somewhere. Mr. Du didn't talk much, but he was not easy to fool, and it was too difficult to deal with. Their family was too rich, and the emperor wrote many IOUs, and he didn't dare to take the benefits of a few melons in front of this person.

At the end of September that year, with the guidance of King Yan and the strong support of the Jiangbei Camp, Xu Ling quelled the mob rebellion and resettled the Jiangbei refugees. Yao Zhen temporarily took over the position of Governor of Liangjiang. Xu Ling returned to Beijing to report and took away the Yanwang's letter.

At this point, a major case that caused a sensation across the country came to an end.

Yan Wang himself was still strolling to the capital while he was recuperating and strolling to the capital without showing up. A vigorous "Canal Corridor" campaign initiated by him had taken root. His memorial was only two days in the palace, and a major court meeting was over. The Military Affairs Office led the support. The two courtyards were rarely silent. Several major families were busy gathering internal forces and had no time to take care of them. Fang Qin was temporarily dormant, and Emperor Long'an approved the same day.

The Military Affairs Office, who had already knew it, showed incredible action. It took two days to come up with a complete plan, which almost made people suspect that they were prepared.

In less than a month, the Canal Office was established outside the Six Ministry. The Canal Office was fully responsible for the court to contact with Du Wanquan and other chambers of commerce. The God of Finance transformed into a real royal merchant. Various resources had been allocated privately, and materials were sent to the factory. The court stayed up and down for a whole month and was exhausted. A large number of civil servants who usually only knew to sit on their desks were burned down. The entire beam was burned by a fire, as if they wanted to make up for all the corpses of the two dynasties.

Finally, before the dead of winter, the refugees from the Liangjiang River were brought under the initially built factory shack.
Chapter completed!