Although Chang Geng did not touch a drop of alcohol, his footsteps felt as if he was floating on the clouds. Feeling that he was dreaming, he said in a haze: "How can it be boring?"

Gu Yun thought for a moment and drew his white jade flute from his chest. "Let me play you a newly learned song from outside the fortress?"

Chang Geng gazed deeply at the jade flute. He felt that he would not be able to wake up from this dream.

At that moment, Shen Yi had come back from reorganizing the defense system, he already heard from a distance that His Highness Yan Wang was coming. He intended to come over with a heart full of complicated emotions to have a chat with him. Unexpectedly, as he was still over a hundred meters away, his owl's eyes had already caught sight of Gu Yun pulling out his precious flute! Shen Yi instantly changed his direction as if having just witnessed cruel enemies and he ran off then disappeared.

Gu Yun's musical instrument changed from a bamboo flute to a jade flute, and he practiced for half a year at the bitter and cold frontier, however, his skill miraculously had not made any progress. He was now even better at urging people to urinate than before. A short burst of a foreign folk tune destroyed people's hearts. Not far away, a horse waiting for its hoof to be fixed was frightened as if surrounded by a group of wild wolves, letting out a whine like it was in pain. Meanwhile, a patrolling Black Eagle landed from the sky with unsteady footsteps, stumbled and directly fell to the ground, appearing in the posture of begging for New Year's money.

Chang Geng: "..."

At last, he found a hint that he was not dreaming - this sound that had gone beyond his narrow imagination.

At the end of the song, Gu Yun, who thought he had been acting romantic, asked with a tone of voice dyed with a hint of expectation: "Is it nice?"

"..." Chang Geng hesitated for a long time and had to sincerely say, "Can clear the heart and awaken the mind, um...with the ability to make the enemy retreat."

Gu Yun raised his hand and struck his head with his flute, not at all embarrassed about his demented skill: "My aim is to wake you up. For these few days, are you going to sleep with me, or would you rather let someone tidy up a prince's tent for you?"

Yan Wang who had just partially sobered up was struck dizzy once again by this teasing sentence, temporarily stunned in one place.