Sha Po Lang

Gu Yun stretched out his hand and gently stroked Chang Geng's side waist, not only did not make people feel aggressive, but also teased just right, the temperature of the palm of his hand penetrated through the clothes step by step, like wiping a fire that was not scalding, not light or not It stuck heavily on Chang Geng's body.

Chang Geng really missed him so much, when he was in Jiangbei Daying, he always wanted to be intimate once, and it has been dragged on until now with twists and turns.No matter how much age he pretends in his heart, Chang Geng's body is only in his twenties after all, and it's fine if he hasn't tasted that kind of taste. The string has never dared to loosen, and it has been suffocated for a long time, and it can't stand the teasing at all.

At this moment, being touched so lightly by Gu Yun, half of his body was numb, he gasped for a few breaths, Chang Geng almost whispered with tinnitus: "Father, do you want my life?"

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

The pain still hurts, but it’s just how it hurts from time to time. His Royal Highness Yan Wang’s injury is usually a normal pain. If it flows into a river, it must also be covered with copper skin and iron bones, knowing no pain or itching.

"It's fine if it doesn't hurt," Gu Yun calmly grabbed Chang Geng's hand that was stuck in his clothes, pulled it out and threw it aside, and said with a smile, "Then come and settle the score with me."

Chang Geng: "..."

Gu Yun took the time to put one hand behind his head, lying on the bed very relaxedly, one hand was still gently supporting Chang Geng's waist, his voice was not too harsh, but the content made people sweat.

Gu Yun: "Tell me, what was going on in your heart when you brought Mr. Xu, a scholar who couldn't lift his shoulders and hands, into the bandit's den bravely?"

Chang Geng: "Zixi..."

"You don't need Zixi," Gu Yun said flatly, "You can continue to be called 'Father'."

Chang Geng smiled shyly, and kissed him flatteringly - this is what Chang Geng discovered recently, Gu Yun likes this kind of sticky kiss very much, he pecked a few times, and then stared at him carefully with that kind of eyes. Yes, basically no matter what he said, Gu Yun would agree.

But this trick doesn't seem to work.

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

The wise and resourceful Yan Wang finally had nothing to do, so he had no choice but to speak honestly: "I didn't expect that they would really rise up."

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

Chang Geng's throat moved slightly: "I... Master Xu and I were on our way to the main altar at the time, I didn't know they would choose this timing..."

"Oh," Gu Yun nodded, "Then you see, it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and you can finally die once, so you rush to take it."

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

Gu Yun put his hands down, no joy or anger could be seen on his face, his peach blossom eyes were half-opened and half-closed, Chang Geng couldn't figure out what he was thinking for a while, so he became nervous involuntarily.

However, after he waited for a long time, Gu Yun didn't express his anger. He just asked suddenly: "Is it because I asked you that day 'when can the refugees be resettled, when can Jiangnan be recovered', did it put pressure on you?"

When he said this, there was a faint wrinkle between his brows, and his expression was almost lonely. Chang Geng only saw this expression once at the red-headed kite on New Year's Eve that year. Qian Xinghun also had this kind of plain silence on his face, and the bright lights of 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 to others—it was not for anything else, he felt that showing his emotions and sorrows on his face was like taking off his clothes to show others his own flesh and blood, which was very annoying. It’s inelegant, people don’t necessarily like to watch it, it’s out of season, it has nothing to do with being happy or not, it’s purely a result of family education, it’s no different when a group of people sit together to eat meat and drink heavily during the day, until they get drunk Only then can it show the difference-some people will cry wantonly and make a scene, while others can only hit chopsticks and sing at most.

The untimely words rolled on the tip of Gu Yun's tongue a few times, floating up and sinking, finally, he said with a slight attempt: "On the way I came from the capital..."

How could Chang Geng know how to read words and expressions, and instantly sensed what he was going to say, his pupils shrank slightly uncontrollably, and looked at Gu Yun in panic and anticipation.

Gu Yun probably never said such a difficult word in his life, and he almost retreated from the battle.

Chang Geng: "How is your journey?"

Gu Yun: "... I am so anxious."

Chang Geng stared at him blankly.

Back then when the entire Jiangnan Navy was wiped out, the Xuantie Battalion was destroyed by more than half, and when Gu Yun was hastily released from the prison by Li Feng, did he ever say the words "burning with anxiety"?

not at all.

Gu Yun seemed to be always determined and never panicked. If he panicked, it was probably just him pretending.

He is so powerful that it is a bit false, and people always have a feeling of unreliability, suspecting that one day he will suddenly collapse like the tall nine gates of the imperial city.

Gu Yun seemed to have been opened a gate that had been locked up for a long time. As soon as those four words came out, the following words became smoother: "If something really happens to you this trip...what should I do?"

Chang Geng looked at him without daring to show his anger.

Gu Yun: "Chang Geng, I really don't have the energy to take this...other person into my heart."

Chang Geng was shocked.

Gu Yun still has the power to calm the north and the south, the power to keep the mountains and rivers undecided, and the power to argue with General Zhong all day and night about the formation of the Jiangbei navy.

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

Over the years, besides Shen Yi, a friend who lived through life and death, Gu Yun seemed to have only one Marquis Mansion with few adults left, and all the hard work that was squeezed out was devoted to this sensitive and worrying man entrusted to him by the late emperor back then. on the teenager.

In the officialdom, it is inevitable to flatter each other, and when it comes to Gu Shuai, most of the compliments are "dedicate yourself, be selfless".But in fact, Gu Yun is not purely selfless, but after thinking about it, he really has nothing to be "selfish".

Gu Yun didn't feel this kind of loneliness very deeply when he was young. At that time, he was the Marquis of Anding of Xuantie Sanbu. Even if there were thousands of grievances and indignation, if he poured down a pot of hot wine, he would be able to get up vigorously the next day and forget everything. clean.Now that he is getting older and thinking more and more, he finds that the chicness of the early years has been worn away by a lot, especially in the recent period, he feels that he is very easy to get tired, and when he is tired, he often feels bad in his heart .

If it weren't for the wild goose king who is sometimes exhaustive and sometimes crazy to worry about, then life would be too boring.

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

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

As soon as Chang Geng grasped his hand, Gu Yun's hand would never warm up, it would always be dry and cold as if it had just been taken off a wind cutter: "Zixi, can you lie down with me for a while?"

Gu Yun took off his coat and leaned beside him noncommittal, hugged Chang Geng over through the thin blanket, and fell asleep not long after.

Only then did Chang Geng quietly open his eyes, feeling that every hair on his body was trembling, wanting to drag the person next to the pillow over to linger fiercely, but for a moment he couldn't bear to destroy this quiet and warm atmosphere, so he could only remain motionless under the fire of desire. Roasting, impatient and happy next to each other.

It has been almost 11 years since Gu Yun picked him up when Yan returned to the small town. In these 11 years, Gu Yun spent time in the frontiers and on the battlefield, spending more time with Chang Geng...but he never left his heart and soul.

Sometimes Chang Geng didn't know how to love him, and always felt that it would be hard to repay him with all his life. Suddenly, he realized that Gu Yun was not so much the only good thing he encountered in his life that was worth looking forward to. Rather, it is better to say that all the difficulties he has suffered since he was born are all to save enough luck to meet this person.

Thinking about it this way, years of grudges were miraculously let go.

King Yan was injured in Jiangbei, and Xu Ling took care of all the big and small matters. Mr. Xu is a hard-nosed bear, and he dug Du Lang, the son of Du Caishen, from somewhere beside him. Mr. Du doesn't talk much, but he is very bad To be fooled, it is too difficult to manage - their family is too rich, the emperor has issued a lot of IOUs, and the benefits of three melons and two dates are not dared to take it in front of this person.

At the end of September of that year, Xu Ling quelled the mob rebellion and resettled Jiangbei refugees under the guidance of King Yan and the full support of Jiangbei Camp. Wang's excerpt.

At this point, a major case that caused a national sensation came to an end.

King Yan himself was still recuperating while taking a stroll to the capital, never showing up, and the vigorous "Canal Corridor" movement initiated by him had already taken root. A big court meeting was over, the Military Aircraft Department took the lead, and the two courts were rare and silent. Several big families were busy gathering internal forces, and there was no time for others. Fang Qin went into hibernation for a while, and Emperor Long'an gave his approval on the same day.

The Military Aircraft Department, which already knew it well, showed incredible action power, and came up with a complete plan in two days, making people almost doubt that they came prepared.

In less than a month, the Canal Office was established outside the six ministries, and the Canal Office had full authority to act as an agent for the imperial court to contact Du Wanquan and other members of the chamber of commerce. The God of Wealth transformed Du into a real imperial merchant, and he had already privately allocated all kinds of resources and materials. Continuously sent to the factory site, full of sleepless nights for a whole month, tired of laying down a large number of civil servants who usually only sit at their desks, the whole girder was burned by a big fire, as if to make up for the corpses of the two dynasties.

Finally, before the midwinter, the refugees from Liangjiang were brought together under the initially built factory sheds.

And Yan Wang Li Min just returned to the capital.