Chang Geng placed both hands behind his back, the blood and mud on his body had dried up the night before, making him appear quite colorful. The young Yan Bei Wang while wearing this colorful appearance, slowly walked as if he was strolling in the imperial garden one spring afternoon, then after a moment of thinking, he commented lightly: "Yes, Li Feng is not afraid of death, he is afraid of other things."

Gu Yun couldn't help looking at him. He found that Master Feng Han was right. Chang Geng really seemed calm and relaxed at all times, he suddenly asked, "When on earth did you become a slow-tempered person?"

"When am I slow-tempered? I am very impatient right now." Chang Geng laughed: "This is actually what I have learned from yifu. I found that whenever yifu was uncomfortable, you often pretended to be very excited, and as this joy showed on your face, in turn, it would make your heart feel much better. Hence, every time I found myself feeling particularly impetuous, I would deliberately slow myself down a bit, and find that I could actually become calmer. Ah, too much fire is not good for health. It could easily..."

"... cause you to not sleep well." Gu Yun had heard him say this more than once, he was able to smoothly continue his words: "How much do you really care about sleeping? And moreover, when did I ever force myself to laugh when I feel unhappy?"

Chang Geng lifted his eyebrows, gave him a leisurely look, his face conveying: "Whatever you say."

"The whole army, prepare to withdraw." Gu Yun said tiredly: "The injured move first, in a short time, the Westerners will react. We will set out for an ambush."

After two steps, Gu Yun felt his body was utterly exhausted. He could not help but think of Chang Geng's heresy that no one knew from which doctor he had learnt it from. He took a sip of wine from the bottle at his waist, carried General Lian's Wind Slasher behind him and whistled.

The horse trotted to him at the sound. Gu Yun changed the whistle into a strange tune he invented himself, picking a small bright yellow wildflower from the ground and jumping on the horse. "My calvary brothers, follow me!"

Gu Yun held the wildflower in his hand, wanting to place it on Chang Geng, the person nearest to him. Unexpectedly, his eyes met Chang Geng's the moment he lifted his hand. Chang Geng's gaze had been following him all this time, not separated for even a second, his expression seemed to say: "It would be alright even if you placed a red veil* on my head.”

*wedding veil for brides

Marshal Gu shivered, not daring to act, he placed the flower on General Tan's large helmeted head, explained profoundly the saying 'a flower inserted on a pile of something'.