Gu Yun set his hand behind his back, rubbed the white jade flute back and forth with his fingertips. He said with a small smile on his lips: "I have not wanted to stay in the capital for a long while now. Everyday soaking in this miasma, the frontline is much better."

Chang Geng laughed and said, "Are you going for entertainment?"

"Mm, for entertainment," Gu Yun said, "but also because I am worried about you."

Chang Geng was stunned, the smile on his lips gradually disappeared. For a moment, he knew Gu Yun's casual words of 'worried about you' meant he was worried about taking a bunch of scholars to charge into the area filled with refugees near the frontline, but a strange idea still uncontrollably arose from the bottom of his heart.

A voice in Chang Geng's heart said, Why is he worried about me? Is he afraid that I will do something? Or is he afraid that I will join hands with Old Zhong's garrison in Jiangbei to force the Emperor to abdicate

Gu Yun saw his footsteps stop suddenly, and looked back at him in confusion, "What's the matter?"

When Chang Geng met his calm eyes, he took a deep breath, stretched out his hand, and rubbed his eyebrows, thinking to himself, "Where are your thoughts running to? Are you crazy?

Gu Yun used to be his comfort... Thinking about it now, this consolation stopped at the moment of overflowing sentiment. Since the moment when Gu Yun looked back at him, it was no longer the case.

Ruthlessness could be a consolation, but sentiments of love could be a vile hindrance.

There would be love, desire, fragrance and taste, greed day after day, there would be jealousy and sorrow, there would be fear of losing…

Seven emotions and spirit turned mad; six senses buried in the mortal world.

Chang Geng chased after him with a sense of panic and held Gu Yun's hand, as if only by holding it in his own could his heart be put at ease. Gu Yun raised his long eyebrows but did not pay it much mind. He opened his palm for Chang Geng to place his hand inside.

In the hot summer, the general's hands were nowhere near warm. There was only a little warmth in his palm, and it was all given to Chang Geng.

Just then, Uncle Wang was coming over quickly and saw the two men in the courtyard pulling and pushing. He immediately bowed his head with an odd expression and reported, "Marquis sir, His Highness the Crown Prince has arrived."

"Ah?" Gu Yun was surprised. "Please invite him in."