The man wore the lightest type of armor specifically designed for horse riding. The entire suit was only around thirty pounds - it was also called 'lightweight suit'.

He didn't have the protective mask on, and even the helmet was casually held in his hand, revealing the face that had mistakenly entered Chang Geng's dream. The cinnabar-colored beauty mark under his eye was blazing.

Ge Pang Xiao, who was swaying back and forth on top of the wall, almost fell forward on his head. He pinched his own thigh: "My god... Are you not my Uncle Shiliu?"

"Yes, that's right, my nephew," 'Shen Shiliu'' moved forward without a care as if he completely didn't take the battlefield in front of him into his eyes. He arrogantly pulled the Wind Slasher from his waist, pushed the barbarian's body aside, turned towards the wall, and jokingly scolded Ge Pang Xiao. "Little brat, letting it hang in the middle of the street like that: hurry and go find a leaf to cover yourself!"

Ge Pang Xiao quickly tried to cover himself in embarrassment.

Chang Geng stared at him intensely, momentarily forgetting where he was.

'Shen Shiliu' caught his gaze, turned to dismount, then bent over slightly, offering Chang Geng his hand:

"Your subject Gu Yun, late to the rescue."

Book 1

BOOK 1

THE WILD GOOSE

AT THE CAPITAL

*Wild goose same as Chang Geng's title 'Yan(雁)'

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Chapter 1: Stability

Gu Yun, this person, was naturally born without much modesty in him. Although some arrogance and frivolity from his youth had been diluted by the golden sand of the Western Regions, still, his inner essence was like that of a dog that couldn't quit eating shit.

Over the years, whether it was praises or insults from others, he had never paid them any mind.

However, earlier this morning, Gu Yun, bearing the alias Shen Shiliu, was lazily drinking in the kitchen when he suddenly heard Shen Yi say that Chang Geng was studying his calligraphy. At that moment, the emotions swelling in his heart were truly indescribable.

For the first time since he was born, Gu Yun felt frightened. He wished that he could produce a few more pairs of ears so he could listen to Chang Geng's every word, to hear if Chang Geng thought whether his handwriting was beautiful or not. He secretly worried that he was not skilled enough and would end up misguiding the child.

Perhaps, this was generally the emotion inside every father when they would secretly hear their children say, 'I want to become like my father in the future' for the first time?

Shen Yi once asked him: what would he do if Chang Geng resented him?

He had proudly given his reply at the time - but the truth was, his words were a complete lie.