It was very difficult for Changgeng to see Shen Shiliu and Gu Yun as the same person.
Shen Shiliu was nothing more than a ruffian from a small border town. All day long, he loafed around, was picky about what he ate, and didn't do any work. He was both real and hateful.
But Gu Yun wasn't.
For most people in this world, "Gu Yun" couldn't be considered a person. He was more like a symbol with three heads and six arms, and his hands and eyes reached the heavens.
Wasn't there only one Gu Yun in such a large country that spanned thousands of li?
It wasn't just Changgeng. Even Ge Pangxiao, Cao Niangzi, and the others felt like they were dreaming when they talked about it.
However, Changgeng was different from his two little friends. After all, Shen Shiliu wasn't someone else's adoptive father.
Changgeng didn't resent Gu Yun for deceiving him. In any case, he was used to being deceived since birth. It didn't matter if it happened one more time or one less time.
Besides, what could the dignified Marquis of Stability want from him, a poor boy who had no relatives?
For a nobody like him to be able to see the Marquis of Stability once in his life, it was probably all thanks to the false identity that Xiu Niang forced on him. For someone to condescend to deceive him, there must be some other reason.
However, of Changgeng's outward feelings, 20% were given to his neighbors, 20% were given to Xu Baihu, who was always not at home, and the remaining 60% were all given to his adoptive father. Marshal Gu made his adoptive father disappear out of thin air, causing his 60% emotions to fall to the ground emptily, opening up a large area of his heart's blood.
At this time, Shen Yi, who was delivering medicine in the middle of the night, unexpectedly caused "Shen Shiliu" and "Gu Yun", two completely opposite shadows, to overlap.
After a while, Shen Yi came out with an empty bowl. Changgeng heard him instruct the imperial bodyguards in the commander's tent, "You guys guard here. Don't let anyone in to disturb him."
Chang Geng hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he still walked over.
Having been with him for many days, Gu Yun's personal guard naturally recognized him. Due to Shen Yi's instructions, he could only brace himself and come forward to stop him: "Your Highness, Marshal is not feeling well today. He has already taken some medicine and is sleeping. If you need anything, just tell me and I can do it for you."
In the past, they lived next to each other and could find each other as long as they did not avoid knocking on each other's door. Now, they even had to make things difficult for each other just to meet.
Changgeng lowered his head, feeling a little desolate. "This big brother …"
The guard was so scared that he knelt down. "This subordinate doesn't dare."
"No, no, that's not what I meant." Changgeng hurriedly waved his hand. Then, he smiled helplessly and sighed, "Previously, when I was in Yanhui, I served him medicine. I just want to take a look. If it's really inconvenient, then forget it. I …"
He found it difficult to continue, so he could only smile reservedly. Changgeng secretly made up his mind. If he was rejected at the door this time, he would never humiliate himself again.
Who knew that at this moment, another guard beside him came forward and whispered into his ear, "Didn't Marshal instruct that if Your Highness wants to see him, there's no need to report? Don't be a blockhead. "
Changgeng had sharp ears and eyes. Of course, he heard it. He raised his head in astonishment. For a moment, he did not know what to feel. Just like that, he was let in.
The smell of medicine still lingered. The bed curtain was pulled open, and a person was lying there silently.
When he got closer, Changgeng realized that Gu Yun was not asleep.
Gu Yun might have a headache. His hands were tightly pressed against his temples, and his brows were tightly knitted. He did not notice that someone had come in.
Changgeng, who was a few steps away, coughed dryly and called him softly, "Hou …"
As soon as he spoke, Gu Yun, who was on the bed, immediately turned over and got up. He reached into the quilt and pulled out a sword three inches out of its sheath. Changgeng did not even have time to blink before the bright blade of the sword was placed on his neck. A chill crept up his neck. The person holding the sword was like an evil dragon that had been awakened.
Changgeng was shocked by his murderous intent. He blurted out, "Shi Liu!"
Gu Yun tilted his head slightly. After a while, he narrowed his eyes. He seemed to recognize Changgeng and said vaguely, "I'm sorry."
He stuffed the sword back into the quilt and gently groped Changgeng's neck for a moment, "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Changgeng had just recovered from the shock when a vague doubt suddenly emerged. He thought, "Could it be that he really can't see clearly?"
But then he felt that it was impossible. How could the Marquis of Stability be half-blind?
Gu Yun felt for a coat and randomly put it on, "Why are you here?"
As he spoke, he tried to stand up. Unexpectedly, his body swayed and he sat back down. Gu Yun took a deep breath. He held his forehead with one hand and pressed the edge of the bed with the other.
"Don't move." Changgeng subconsciously reached out to support him.
He hesitated for a moment, then bent down to lift Gu Yun's legs up and put him back on the bed. He pulled the quilt over him and avoided a handful of messy hair that was spread on the bed. He held his shoulders and helped him lie down. After doing this, Changgeng stood awkwardly at the side for a while. He racked his brains but didn't know what to say. He could only ask stiffly, "What's wrong with you?"
The medicine in Gu Yun's body was acting up. He didn't expect that Changgeng, who was "throwing a tantrum" with him, would suddenly come to visit. He could only reluctantly endure the headache and the blurry sound in his ears.
He planned to send Changgeng away first, so he smiled as if nothing had happened, "I've angered a little ingrate who turned his back on me. I'll have to trouble Your Highness to bring me a pot of wine."
According to his experience, drinking a mouthful of wine at this time would make him feel better.
Changgeng frowned and looked at him suspiciously.
Gu Yun had a splitting headache, so he lied, "The medicinal wine made by Shen Yi is used to treat migraines."
He heard that in ancient times, the people who held the Emperor's decree often had migraines. Everyone had a tendency to make analogies. When he said this, Changgeng was indeed fooled. He took a small pot that was hanging next to his light armor.
Gu Yun drank half a bottle in one breath. Seeing that the bottle was about to dry, Changgeng hurriedly grabbed his wrist and forcefully took the wine pot away, "Enough. You can't drink medicinal wine like this."
The strong wine was like fire in his stomach. All the blood in his body was boiling. Gu Yun exhaled. Sure enough, he felt his vision become clearer. It was just that he drank the wine too quickly, so he felt a little dizzy. The two of them didn't say anything for a while. They stared at each other for a while. Gu Yun couldn't take it anymore, so he leaned against the bed and gently closed his eyes.
He was clearly sending him off. Changgeng also knew that he should leave, but his feet seemed to be rooted to the ground.
Changgeng despised himself in his heart, "You're worrying for nothing. You should be tactful and leave quickly."
He couldn't help but reach out his hand and massage Gu Yun's acupuncture points.
He felt that he was cheap as he massaged, but his hands couldn't stop.
Gu Yun's forehead was cold. Other than frowning at the beginning, he didn't express any other opinion and obediently let him do as he pleased.
Until Changgeng's hand was a little sore, he asked softly, "Are you feeling better?"
Gu Yun opened his eyes and looked at Changgeng silently.
As the saying goes, "A wise man's thousand considerations are bound to make a mistake, while a fool's thousand considerations are bound to gain something." In this lifetime, Gu Yun would occasionally speak human language under the influence of alcohol.
He suddenly said, "Even if you reach the capital, you have Godfather to protect you. Don't be afraid."
Changgeng shook violently and almost shivered in the dim light.
At such a delicate and precocious age, when he knew that he had nothing to rely on, he could clench his teeth and turn himself into a calm and restrained adult. However, this forced strength would soon collapse in front of the little warmth he craved, revealing the soft childishness inside.
Gu Yun reached out a hand to him, "Godfather was wrong, okay?"
He didn't know how this sentence penetrated the young man's frozen soul. His original intention wasn't sincere, because Gu Yun didn't think that he was wrong most of the time. Even if he occasionally had a conscience, he wouldn't necessarily know where he was wrong.
He just used the gentleness and indulgence brought by the alcohol to give Changgeng a way out.
Changgeng clasped his hand tightly, as if he was grabbing a life-saving straw. His stiff shoulders suddenly collapsed, and he almost cried.
He realized that all along, he had only been waiting for those two sentences. As long as that person said to him, "Adoptive father was wrong. I didn't abandon you." So long as that person said to him, "Adoptive father was wrong. I didn't abandon you." So long as he could feel that there was no longer Xiuniang who abused him in this world, no longer Baihu Xu whom he didn't have time to see for the last time, and even left him with some warm memories … then he could forgive his little adoptive father for everything.
The past and the future.
It didn't matter if he was called Shen Shiliu or Gu Yun.
Gu Yun felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, so he leaned against the headboard and closed his eyes to rest. He said almost inaudibly, "Changgeng, many things will change. No one knows where they belong from the beginning. Sometimes, don't think too much."
Chang Geng stared at Gu Yun's face without blinking. His eyes unknowingly carried a bit of cautious greed. He sadly admitted that Gu Yun was right. Many things would change. The living would die. Good times would disappear. Friends and relatives would be separated. Affection as high as the mountains and deep as the sea would flow with the water to the ends of the earth. Only he knew where he would end up. He would become a madman.
Gu Yun moved deeper into the bed. He stretched out his arm and patted the area beside him, "Come up. We still have to hurry on tomorrow. Make do with sleeping here."
In the latter half of the night, Changgeng fell asleep in Gu Yun's tent. As usual, Wu Ergu refused to let him go. The nightmares came one after another. However, there was always a faint smell of medicine lingering at the tip of his nose. He subconsciously knew that he was very safe. He even vaguely understood that this was a dream. The fear and resentment seemed to be separated from him by a layer.
For Changgeng, this was considered a rare sleep.
Of course, it would be better if he didn't realize that he had numbed one of Marquis Ding's arms when he woke up. He even endlessly snuggled into Ding's arms.
Especially Gu Yun, that bastard, would never understand a youth's sensitive and fickle heart. The more uneasy others were, the more he would add frost to the snow. Marshal Gu thought that Changgeng had already reconciled with him after sharing the same bed for a night. Thus, he reverted to his detestable self. Not only did he rub his arm and make fun of Changgeng for the entire morning, he also had the feeling that he would often bring out Changgeng's corpse to whip in the future.
Was this person's sickly and frail appearance from the night before an act?!
Early in the morning, Shen Yi saw Changgeng rushing out of the commander's tent with a flushed face and angry face. He had been walking around Gu Yun for the entire day.
On the way, Shen Yi rode over. He glanced at Gu Yun's expression and asked, "Is everything alright?"
Gu Yun was like a wolf. He said indifferently, "He's just a child. It's just a small matter. It's nothing."
Shen Yi had witnessed how he was running around in circles two days ago. He was speechless and could only sneer.
Gu Yun pretended not to hear him. He looked at Changgeng's back from afar and suddenly said, "Do you think it's okay for me to leave the Black Iron Battalion to him in the future?"
Shen Yi said blankly, "Do you want him to die a horrible death?"
Gu Yun made a "tsk" sound as if he disliked him for being a wet blanket.
"Do you really think that the Black Iron Battalion is a good thing? I'll be honest with you, Zi Xi. Don't think that what I said is unpleasant to hear, "Shen Yi said," When the Black Iron Battalion was in the hands of The Old Marquis, it was the nation's sharp weapon. In your hands, it has become the nation's lethal weapon. A sharp weapon is dazzling and everyone loves it, but a lethal weapon might not. "
Hearing the hidden meaning in his words, Gu Yun's lazy smile disappeared.
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