There were problems with Gu Yun's lumbar vertebrae and cervical vertebrae. Changgeng didn't even need to check carefully. He would know after removing the armor and touching it through the clothes.
He cleared his thoughts and frowned, "Zi Xi, how long has it been since you removed the light coat?"
"I've been wearing it since I removed the steel plate …" Gu Yun suddenly felt that something was wrong. He paused for a moment and quickly added, "Oh, of course, I removed it when I took a bath. I'm not that dirty bald donkey like Liao Ran."
Changgeng reached out and pressed him down, "Don't move. You still have the mood to criticize others."
When these generals were young, they were extremely awe-inspiring. If they were lucky enough to live to old age, most of them would end up with a body full of injuries and injuries. It was normal for their lumbar vertebrae and cervical vertebrae to be dislocated. Although the light fur coat was light, it was directly attached to the body, unlike heavy armor which had its own support. Gu Yun did not take it off even when he was sleeping. Over time, his bones and muscles did not get any rest. When Chang Geng pressed a little harder, he could hear his muscles and bones creaking.
"You can't feel it now because the muscles in your waist and back can still support it. What will you do when you get older?" Changgeng's hands stroked his back and shoulder blades heavily and kneaded his stiff shoulders.
Every time Shen Yi said a word, he would get angry. However, when it was Changgeng who said the same thing, Gu Yun was not unhappy at all. He lazily closed his eyes and listened. Everything in the army was simple. Even the Marquis of Stability did not have any special privileges. There was only a camp bed in the tent and a gas lamp hanging at the head of the bed. The light was dim and half covered the two people.
Changgeng asked, "Does it hurt?"
Gu Yun shook his head and slowly said in a low voice, "The news of you delivering this batch of things must have already spread. The Western Alliance Army is a motley crew with ulterior motives. Everyone has their own little calculations. Now that the westerners can no longer support the unconditional provision of fire engine steel armor to them, in a few days, there will definitely be people who will betray us and secretly defect to me … Pfft, wait a moment."
Gu Yun did not respond when he was massaging his shoulders. However, when Changgeng's fingers went down his spine to his ribs, Gu Yun suddenly tensed up and laughed, "Itchy."
"…" Changgeng's fingers were so stiff that they were almost stuck in his bones. If they stayed for a while longer, his skin would be bruised. He said helplessly, "How can such a strong hand make it itchy? Can you differentiate between pain and itch?"
"It's obvious that your skills are not good enough," Gu Yun said, "However, their surrender will not be too sincere. These bastards have done too many double-dealing things. If we don't beat them into submission, they will cause trouble in our backyard. I plan to send troops on New Year's Eve and beat them up for New Year's Eve dinner."
Changgeng pressed Gu Yun's shoulder with one hand and used his other hand to press down on Gu Yun's spine with his elbow, "Is the Black Iron Battalion at Jiayu Pass enough?"
"Even if it's not enough, we still have to …" Gu Yun's entire back arched, "Hahaha, I won't press anymore, I won't press anymore."
Changgeng did not listen to him. He used his elbow to press down on him and stroked both sides of his spine from head to toe twice before he stopped slightly.
Gu Yun laughed until his stomach hurt and tears were about to fall. He took two deep breaths with great difficulty before he continued, "That's about it. Let's make an agreement in advance that as long as they get lost, we won't make a move. When the time comes, we will launch a sneak attack first. Then, we will press on with heavy armor and make a big commotion. We will mainly scare away as many as we can and deal with the rest one by one."
Changgeng moved his fingers slightly and laughed, "Aren't you afraid that others will say that you don't keep your word and that you are a traitor?"
Gu Yun said carelessly, "A bunch of tribute-paying subordinate countries rebelled and their sons beat their fathers. Why don't I see them keeping any kindness … Ah! You … you are a barefoot doctor! "
Changgeng pressed on the acupuncture point on his waist. Gu Yun cried out and bounced up like a live fish. With a "bang", he hit the bed board.
Changgeng had no choice but to retract his hand, "Bear with it. The military doctor in the camp hasn't massaged you before, right?"
Gu Yun, "Hmm, let me think …"
"Don't think about it. No one can hold you down." Changgeng stood up and changed his fingers to his palm. He knelt beside him with one leg, "Then I will try to be gentler."
This time, he changed his fingers to his palm and increased the strength of his palm bit by bit. He pressed the area below his palm against the acupuncture point and gradually increased the strength from light to heavy. Gu Yun did not know how to cooperate at all. The stronger Changgeng's palm was, the tighter the muscles in his waist and abdomen became. The traces of his waistline under his unlined clothes were particularly clear. Changgeng was momentarily dazed and had the illusion that he could wrap his arms around Gu Yun's waist with both hands. His heart, which originally did not have any evil thoughts, suddenly trembled and began to beat wildly without warning. The movements of his hands involuntarily became lighter and he changed to another method of tickling Gu Yun.
This time, it was not enough to make him bounce up, but there was a layer of something that could not be explained that flowed up along Changgeng's hand. Gu Yun was extremely embarrassed as he turned around and grabbed Changgeng's hand, "It's done."
Chang Geng was startled, his blood rushed to his head and his neck turned red.
Gu Yun coughed dryly and asked, "What about you? When will you return to the capital? "
Changgeng stared at him and said, "… I want to leave after visiting Shi Liu."
Gu Yun, "…"
These words were too heartwarming.
Gu Yun was lost in thought and whispered, "It's better if you don't stay here for so long."
Changgeng looked away and said with a bit of embarrassment, "En, I was just casually saying. Although the fire beacon ticket allowed the national treasury to breathe a sigh of relief, there are still many unresolved matters in the imperial court. I'd better …"
"Your presence here is too demoralizing." Gu Yun interrupted him sternly, "This marshal's spirit."
Changgeng, "…"
Gu Yun reached out and pulled him down. Changgeng was kneeling on one knee by the bed and was caught off guard. He was pulled down and almost fell on Gu Yun's chest.
Gu Yun reached out and inserted his hand into his hair and held the back of his head. He suddenly said, "I heard about your fire beacon ticket."
Changgeng's pupils contracted slightly. Gu Yun paused and did not mention a word about the big case he made up to eliminate dissidents. He only instructed, "When you go home, look under the door and under the bed. See if you can find a few taels of silver to buy some from him. In the future, your imperial brother does not need to return the money. Just reward him with a manor for his retirement."
Changgeng's emotions fluctuated and he could not help but blurt out, "What do you want a manor for?"
Gu Yun gently twirled his hair and whispered, "I've thought about it a while ago. When the time comes, I'll split the Black Iron Camp into three. The Eagle, the Armor, and the Cavalry will each hold one-third of the commander's seal. In the future, they can cooperate with each other and restrain each other … The Black Iron Tiger Talisman should be returned to the Ministry of War. After this battle, not only Daliang, but also the foreign countries outside the Four Great Regions will have a layer of skin peeled off. It won't be a problem to change a generation of people and provide 30 to 50 years of stability. Anyway, your Imperial Brother doesn't like me, so I won't serve him. Let the future generations worry about the matters in the future. I'll find a beautiful manor to make … oh, that betrothal gift."
Changgeng listened for a long time and did not speak. Under the steam lamp, there seemed to be a flash of tears in his eyes, "You did not say that last time."
Gu Yun, "Hmm?"
Changgeng, "Last time you said that I should not be afraid and that if I follow you, you will treat me well in the future … does that count?"
Gu Yun flatly denied, "When did I say such disgraceful words?"
Changgeng mercilessly brought up old scores, "Last year in the first month of the Marquis's Mansion, in your room, you said it when you took off my clothes."
Gu Yun was embarrassed, "That was … I …"
Changgeng could no longer hold back and lowered his head to cover his mouth.
"My general," he thought, with a mixture of sweetness and sorrow, "how many generals in history have ever been able to retire from their armors and return to their fields in peace? Aren't these words poking at my heart? "
Changgeng's heart was too excited and he did not know what to do. He appeared to be restrained and anxious. Soon, Gu Yun, who had regained her senses, turned the tables on him.
Gu Yun turned over and pressed him into her arms. She suddenly realized that it was no wonder that the ancients said that a gentle home was a hero's grave. To hug such a considerate person in the cold winter, there was no need to be in the Marquis's Mansion or Imperial Residence. As long as they were in an ordinary courtyard, there was a small bedroom the size of a palm. It was enough to warm some wine. His bones were melted. He did not even want to go to court, let alone go to war.
This time, it seemed to be different from the kiss of life and death on the city wall. It wasn't as desperate and intense. Gu Yun suddenly felt a corner of his heart collapse, and the softest part of his heart was freed. He thought, "From now on, she's mine."
After a long time, both of their breaths were a little unstable. Gu Yun raised her hand and turned off the steam lamp. She touched Changgeng's face and said, "You must be tired from the journey. Don't provoke me today. Have a good sleep, okay?"
Changgeng grabbed her hand.
Gu Yun kissed his face and teased, "There will be plenty of opportunities to deal with you in the future. Go to sleep."
Changgeng, "…"
This seemed to be a little different from what he had expected. But he was really tired. His mood had been fluctuating for a day, and it was too tiring. He fell asleep in a short while.
Gu Yun only took a short nap. Just after the fourth night watch period, he put on his clothes and got up. If Changgeng did not come, he would have been working around the clock these days.
He had to check the situation of the military supplies in the capital, how to distribute the salary, how much purple gold was left, how to distribute the troops, how to fight … All kinds of arrangements had to be reviewed by the Marshal Gu. Although his strategy of "sowing discord" was concise and to the point, the real skill was still in the details. The more preparations he made before the battle, the more likely he would win. Although Marshal Gu's flute was very lethal, if he only relied on the "Northwest Flower Brushing Face" and "Demonic Sound Piercing Ear" to defeat the enemy, his methods were too simple.
Gu Yun lowered her head and looked at Changgeng who was sleeping soundly. She could see that he was indeed not sleeping well, just as Miss Chen said.
Other people would dream of what they thought during the day. However, no matter how happy Changgeng was before he fell asleep, there were no good dreams waiting for him when he closed his eyes. His eyebrows were knitted into a ball. Under the snowy moon outside the pass, his face looked pale. His fingers unconsciously tightened, as if he was grabbing a life-saving straw, as he grabbed a corner of Gu Yun's clothes.
Wu 'er Gu was a kind of poison that consumed the mind. When one was awake, they could use their willpower to suppress it. However, after they fell asleep, the backlash would intensify. Gu Yun, who never slept enough, felt his hair stand on end when he thought about it.
He tried to pull the corner of his clothes out, but he could not. Changgeng seemed to be alarmed by this movement. He tightened his grip, and an indescribable sternness flashed across his face.
In the military camp, it was inconvenient for Gu Yun to go out with his sleeves cut off to discuss military matters with his subordinates. He could only sigh and stretch out his arm to untie the embroidered pouch on Changgeng's clothes. He took a cup from the side and poured a little of the anshensan into the bottom of the cup.
The strong anshensan immediately spread in the tent. Gu Yun placed the cup beside the pillow and leaned over to gently kiss Changgeng's forehead. Changgeng might have woken up, but he was not completely awake. In his daze, he seemed to know who was beside him. The painful expression on his face finally lessened, and he let go of his hand.
Gu Yun looked at him with some worry, and went out in the night.
This year's end was extremely bleak. On New Year's Eve, the lonely sound of firecrackers could be heard from the pass. The cold wind swept past, and only red confetti could be seen fluttering in the wind like colorful butterflies. There were no children lighting the firecrackers in the distance.
Even in the capital, half of the Kite Restaurant had already collapsed. The red-headed kite that high officials and nobles spent a lot of money to fight over in the past had also disappeared.
A large number of refugees crossed the river. A group of them froze to death, and another group starved to death. There were cases of people swapping children for food.
In the beginning, the local governments were not willing to open the granaries to distribute grain. Before the year's end, Changgeng personally led an imperial envoy. On one hand, he traveled between the various large chambers of commerce for the sake of the fire beacon tickets. On the other hand, he borrowed a group of troops from the General Chung. Along the way, he dealt with a group of unscrupulous merchants and sycophantic officials who did not distribute grain. With thunderous methods, he killed the chickens to warn the monkeys. This allowed the refugees who filled the streets and alleys to have a place to receive gruel.
Regardless of whether it was a well-off family or a poor peasant, the little bit of wealth that people had accumulated over hundreds of years and several generations were not willing to eat or wear was all destroyed in one day in less than a year.
Thinking about it, the vicissitudes of life were like a violent storm. In the end, worldly possessions could not be brought with them when they were born and could not be brought with them when they died. Exhausting one's mind and soul was also an illusion of doing one's best and leaving the rest to fate.
As usual, the Black Iron Battalion at Jiayu Pass prepared three carts of fireworks in preparation for the upcoming eight years of the Long An. On the night of New Year's Eve, lanterns were hung on the city gate tower. The guards also appeared particularly inattentive.
A thievish-looking Western Region scout, draped in dried grass, secretly snuck into Jiayu Pass. He watched Jiayu Pass for an entire day through his clairvoyance. He saw that the Black Iron Battalion's guards at the pass appeared very lax. The sentries who usually stood like javelins were reduced by half. Some were constantly scratching their ears and cheeks, some were looking left and right, and some were constantly looking back, as if they were all waiting for something … This absent-mindedness was explained after a while. It turned out that a batch of letters from home had arrived from the nearest relay station. Through his clairvoyance, the Western Region scout saw that the messengers had directly ascended the city gate that day. Many of the people who received the letters immediately opened them up.
The light cavalry patrolling the city gate only appeared once every day. They made a perfunctory round of the city gate at a distance and then returned.
The Black Iron Battalion was also human. Throughout the year, there were always a few special days that affected their hearts.
Ever since the emissary from Daliang came from the capital, the entire Western Region Coalition Army became nervous. They sent people day and night to keep an eye on Jiayu Pass. They waited until fireworks were set off on the city gate tower of Jiayu Pass, and the people of the Central Plains faintly heard the sound of firecrackers. Seeing that it was going to be a quiet New Year, the scout on duty cautiously confirmed that the Black Iron Battalion had indeed not made any movements. He quietly gathered his men and withdrew.
Just as he was about to leave, a 'boulder' on a small hill not far away suddenly shook and split into two from the middle. It was actually a Mysterious Eagle Armor.
The back of the Black Eagle's wings was painted the same color as the gray stones around it. There were even fine lines drawn with meticulous brushwork. At first glance, it could be mistaken for the real thing. He kept waiting for the lurking Western Region scout to run far away before he quietly rushed straight into the sky. A thin wisp of white mist streaked across the night sky like a blade and suddenly disappeared without a trace.
It was night. Under the cover of the fireworks, the Black Iron Battalion at Jiayu Pass split into three groups and disappeared into the night.
The lanterns on the city wall hung high in the night sky. It was clearly a lively scene. The long shadows of the lanterns were cast on the thousand-year-old city wall, but there was an indescribable sense of loneliness and desolation.
The matters in the capital were piled up like a mountain. Changgeng only had time to have a quick chat with Gu Yun before he had to start his journey back before the New Year. On New Year's Eve, he happened to arrive at the wounded soldiers' hospital. Chen Qingxu had already received the news. She held a wooden bird and waited for him at the entrance of the hospital.
Seeing each other again after half a year, there was no awkwardness between the two. It seemed that Chen Qingxu did not object to Changgeng taking over the Linyuan wooden tablet, and Changgeng did not secretly change her note. The Linyuan wooden tablet had been handed over. Even if she had reservations about the choice of her companions, she had to obey the instructions of the wooden tablet at this time.
"Your Highness, don't go any further," an accompanying bodyguard whispered. "There are not many people with full arms and legs. Looking at them makes people feel bad."
"You just look at them and you feel bad. What about those with broken arms and legs?" Changgeng glanced at him. The bodyguard was so embarrassed that his face turned red.
"I'm here to give a New Year's greeting to the brothers who have served the country and the people." Changgeng turned to Chen Qingxu and said, "The imperial court will give out rewards and pensions together as a New Year's gift … Just wait here for a while."
Chen Qingxu: "Wait for what?"
"News of victory." Changgeng said, "The first news of victory. I just happened to bring it back on the way back. I'll discuss the next step of the policy of division and suppression of the countries in the Western Region with the Military Council."
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