Gu Yun stretched out his hand and gently caressed Chang Geng's side waist. It didn't make people feel intrusive, but it was just the right amount of teasing. The warmth in the palm of his hand gradually penetrated through the clothes, as if rubbing a fire that was not scalding, not gentle or gentle.

He pressed heavily against Chang Geng's body.

Chang Geng misses him so much. When he was in the Jiangbei camp, he has been thinking about being intimate once, and it has been delayed until now. No matter how much age he pretends to be in his heart, Chang Geng's body is only in his twenties after all, and he has never tasted that.

It’s okay to get a taste of it, but Ms. Chen interfered with me just after I tasted it. If it weren’t for the many things, the string in my heart had never dared to loosen, and I would have gone crazy with it, and I couldn’t stand the provocation at all.

At this time, being touched so lightly by Gu Yun, half of his body was numb. He took a few breaths, and Chang Geng whispered with almost tinnitus: "Father, do you want my life?"

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

It still hurts, but it's just a temporary pain. His Royal Highness Yanwang'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 collapses and bleeds again

If it flows like a river, it must be a body made of copper and iron, without any pain or itching.

"As long as it doesn't hurt anymore," Gu Yun calmly grabbed Chang Geng's hand that was stuck in his clothes, took it out and threw it aside, smiling, "Then come and settle the score with me."

Chang Geng: "..."

Gu Yun rested his head with one hand behind his head and lay on the bed very relaxedly. One hand was still gently supporting Chang Geng's waist. His words were not harsh, but the content was very sweaty.

Gu Yun: "Tell me, what were you thinking when you led Mr. Xu, a scholar who can't lift his shoulders or lift his arms, into the bandits' den?"

Chang Geng: "Zixi..."

"No need for Zixi," Gu Yun said calmly, "you can continue to call me 'adopted father'."

Chang Geng smiled coquettishly and kissed him flatteringly - this is what Chang Geng recently discovered. Gu Yun likes this kind of sticky kiss. He pecked him a few times and then stared at him with cautious eyes.

Yes, basically Gu Yun agrees no matter what he says.

But this trick doesn't seem to work anymore.

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

The wise and scheming King Yan finally had no choice but to speak honestly: "I didn't expect that they would really rise up."

Gu Yun smiled indulgently, rubbed the side of 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... Master Xu and I were on the way to the main altar. I didn't know in advance that they would choose this time..."

"Oh," Gu Yun nodded, "Then when you see that this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, you can finally commit suicide, so you hurry up and take advantage of it."

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

Gu Yun put his hands down. There was no emotion 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 and couldn't help but become nervous.

However, after he waited for a long time, Gu Yun did not express his anger, but suddenly asked: "Is it because the day I asked you, 'When can the refugees be resettled and when can Jiangnan be recovered?' did it put pressure on you?"

When he said this, there was a vague 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 had three glasses of wine at that time to pay tribute to Wan.

Thousand Dead Souls also had such a plain and peaceful face, and even the bright lights in the entire imperial capital could not illuminate his side face.

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

When Gu Yun was young, he didn't like to talk about his feelings with others - not for any other reason. He felt that hanging all the joy, anger, sorrow and joy on his face was like opening his clothes to show others his flesh and blood at any time, which was very disturbing.

It's indecent, people don't necessarily like to see it, it's inappropriate, it has nothing to do with being happy or unhappy, it's purely a result of family upbringing. During the day, people sit together eating big chunks of meat and drinking heavily, it's no different, but when they're drunk

The difference can be seen - some people will cry and make noises wantonly, while some people can only sing while beating chopsticks.

The inappropriate words rolled on the tip of Gu Yun's tongue several times, rising and sinking again. Finally, he said with a slight attempt: "I was on my way from the capital..."

Chang Geng was so good at observing words and expressions. He instantly sensed what he was going to say. His pupils shrank slightly uncontrollably and he looked at Gu Yun in panic and expectancy.

Gu Yun probably had never said such difficult words in his life, and he almost backed down.

Chang Geng: "How was your trip?"

Gu Yun: "...very anxious."

Chang Geng looked at him blankly.

Back then, when the entire Jiangnan navy was wiped out, more than half of the Xuantie camp was destroyed, and when Gu Yuncai was hurriedly released from prison by Li Feng, did he ever say the words "very anxious"?

not at all.

Gu Yun seemed to be always determined and never panicked. If he did panic, it was probably because he was pretending.

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

Gu Yun seemed to have opened a long-confined floodgate. As soon as those four words came out, the next words became smoother: "If something really happens to you on this trip...what should I do?"

Chang Geng was so angry that he didn't dare to look at him.

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 remain calm even if the country was uncertain, and the strength to stay up all night arguing with General Zhong about the formation of the navy in the north of the Yangtze River.

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

Over the years, apart from Shen Yi, a life-and-death friend, Gu Yun seemed to have only one Marquis Mansion with a sparse population, and all the efforts he squeezed out were put into this sensitive and worried man who was entrusted to him by the late emperor.

on the young man.

When dealing with people in the officialdom, it is inevitable to compliment each other, and when it comes to Gu Shuai, they usually say "dedicate yourself to everything, and be selfless." But in fact, Gu Yun is not purely selfless, but if you think about it carefully, he really has nothing to be "selfish" about.

Gu Yun didn't have a deep feeling of this kind of loneliness when he was a boy. At that time, he was the Anding Marquis of Xuan Tie Sanbu. Even if he felt all kinds of grievances and indignation, he could get up again in high spirits and forget about it the next day after drinking a pot of hot wine.

He was clean. Now that he was getting older and thinking more and more, he found that a lot of the coolness in his early years had been lost without knowing it. Especially in the recent period, he felt that he was particularly easily tired. When people are tired, their hearts tend to follow.

It doesn't taste good.

If it weren't for the King Yan who was sometimes calculating and sometimes crazy, making him worry and worry about him, then life would be too boring.

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

He pulled a thin blanket that was spread out on the side and put it on Chang Geng, and sighed: "Lie down, you can't straighten your waist, and you still think about that, are you serious?"

Chang Geng held his hand, but Gu Yun's hand would never feel warm. It would always look like it had just been taken off the Cutwind Blade, dry and cold: "Zixi, can you lie down with me for a while?"

Gu Yun took off his coat without comment and leaned next to him, hugged Chang Geng over through the thin blanket, and fell asleep soon after.

Only then did Chang Geng quietly open his eyes. He felt that every hair on his body was trembling and wanted to drag the person next to him over to him. However, he couldn't bear to destroy this quiet and warm atmosphere, so he could only remain motionless and succumbed to desire. / The fire is roasting, and I feel unbearable and happy.

It has been almost 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, spending less time with Chang Geng and being away from him more... but he never left his heart and soul for one day. .

Chang Geng sometimes didn't know how to love him, and always felt that it would be difficult to repay him even if he devoted his life to it. But suddenly, he realized that Gu Yun was not so much the only good thing he had ever encountered in his life that was worth looking forward to. , it would be better to say that all the difficulties he has suffered since he was born were just to accumulate enough luck to meet this person.

After thinking about it like this, the grudge that had persisted for many years was miraculously let go.

King Yan was injured in Jiangbei, and Xu Ling stepped in to deal with the matter. Mr. Xu was a bear man who refused to take hard work. He also hired Du Lang, the son of Du Caishen, from nowhere. Mr. Du didn't talk much, but he was a very bad person. Foolishly, it's too difficult to manage - their family is so rich that the emperor has written a lot of IOUs, and they don't dare to take the benefits of three melons and two dates in front of this person.

At the end of September that year, with the guidance of King Yan and the full support of the Jiangbei camp, Xu Ling quelled the mob rebellion and resettled the refugees in Jiangbei. Yao Zhen then temporarily assumed the post of governor of Liangjiang. Xu Ling returned to Beijing to resume his duties and took Yan away. The king's fold.

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

King Yan himself was still recovering from his injuries while strolling to the capital without ever showing up. However, the vigorous "Canal Corridor" movement initiated by him had already taken root, and his work was kept in the palace for only two days. A large court meeting was over. The Military Aircraft Department took the lead and supported it. The two chambers were rarely silent. Several aristocratic families were busy gathering internal forces and had no time to care. Fang Qin went into hibernation for the time being. Emperor Longan approved it on the same day.

The Military Aircraft Department, which already knew what was going on, showed incredible mobility and came up with a complete plan in two days, making people almost doubt that they were well prepared.

In less than a month, the Canal Office was established outside the Six Ministries. The Canal Office had full authority to act as the court's agent to contact Du Wanquan and other members of the chamber of commerce. Du Caishen transformed into a real imperial businessman and had already privately deployed various resources and materials. They were constantly sent to the factory, and they worked without sleep for a whole month. A large number of civil servants who usually only work at their desks were exhausted, and the entire beam was burned by a fire, as if they were trying to make up for the corpses of the two dynasties.

Finally, before the dead of winter, the refugees from the two rivers were gathered under the initially built factory shacks.
Chapter completed!