This 'beautiful man born from heaven, raised by parents' marked the end of his maximum of two sensible sentences a day, about to head straight for nonsensical content. Shen Yi was forced to withdraw a mouthful of all the things he wanted to say stuck in his throat, snorting, then ushered his horse and ran away.

Chang Geng saw this from not far away, quickly taking the opportunity to run over, occupying Shen Yi's position, walking alongside Gu Yun: "How did General Shen run away again?"

Gu Yun smiled, rubbing his nose.

Chang Geng saw that there was a leaf on his Light Armor. He reached out to brush it off for him, then carefully said: "Yifu, even lighter armors weigh at least forty pounds, let's remove it to relieve your body?"

Gu Yun did not oppose, letting Chang Geng reach out to help dismantle the Light Armor one piece at a time. They were too close; the two horses had somehow taken a liking to one another and started to get intimate.

Gu Yun used one hand to push his horse's head away and scolded: "Don't be improper."

The armor around his arm was only half unloaded. With this one movement, it almost flew off of his wrist, even dragging with it something else from inside his sleeve.

Chang Geng was quick to react and caught it in time. He discovered that it was actually a bamboo flute made with very simple and coarse craftsmanship.

At first, neither of them reacted.

Chang Geng thought: "Why is he carrying this broken flute on his body?"

Gu Yun was still puzzled: "What just flew out?"

The eyes of the two men then fell onto the bamboo flute that had been weather-beaten, cracking at the tail.

After a second, Chang Geng suddenly felt that the flute appeared quite familiar. Gu Yun seemed to have been struck by lightning; he remembered it now - this object's origin was unjust!

The two of them almost acted simultaneously - Gu Yun moved to grab it, Chang Geng instinctively tightened his palm, and both hands holding the bamboo flute were deadlocked in the air.

Chang Geng asked innocently: "Can't I take a look?"

Gu Yun: "What's so good to look at?"

Gu Yun pulled the small bamboo flute from Chang Geng's hand by force, hurriedly returning it into his sleeve.

Chang Geng was rarely able to see his guilty conscience. He couldn't help but remember the little girl who sobbed her heart out from Yao's family four years ago. He could vaguely begin to understand, yet at the same time, he did not dare to believe it, asking in a roundabout way, "Is it a gift from someone else?"

Gu Yun lied; his face did not blush, his breathing did not stagger: "Made it myself."

"Oh," Chang Geng blinked. After a while, he intentionally and unintentionally said: "Lou Lan in the Western Regions also has bamboo?"

Gu Yun: "..."