Gu Yun took a deep breath and shook his head. He went in and lit incense for Zhong Chan. "You should go take care of your business. I'll stay here with him for a while, call me whenever you need to."

Yao Zhen whispered: "No one can escape the cycle of birth, aging, sickness, and death. Marshal, please do not be so sorrowful, the Marshal's tent has been cleaned up, after you are done mourning, you should go take an early rest, I'll leave people by the door, you can call them as you need."

Gu Yun nodded, there was no telling if he could hear it or not.

When the praying hall was empty, his eyes slowly fell on the face of Zhong Chan. Since it was disease-free death, General Zhong's facial features were not fierce, but they were not calm either. The face of a dead person was always ashen, the skin was wax-like, not the same as when one was alive. The spirit was gone, the body was the body, empty.

Gu Yun sat down beside the coffin with his elbow propped up. He quietly remembered the days when he was young with Zhong Chan as his teacher.

At that time, the great general of the cavalry had not yet been shrunk by age and was not all skin and bones. He was a talented and brave man, majestic and vigorous. His gaze seemed to always contain two blades, when he fixed his eyes on someone, the blade tips could be exposed.

"Little Marquis, memorizing all the strategy books does not prove that you know how to fight a battle, isn't it not the same as listening to those young masters discussing strategy on papers? If you are so complacent, I'm afraid you will not be able to even organize a group fight among the street urchins and win."

"Little Marquis, a person's ability is two things combined. One is hard work and the other is pain. Nowadays, the old marquis and the First Princess are no longer around. You are of noble status. Nobody would dare to hurt you except the Emperor. If you want to be comfortable, want to spoil yourself, nobody can push you forward, what you want to be in the future, you must think about it carefully for yourself."

"Wealth and fame is not the end goal for a military commander's life. Since the Emperor insists on putting the bow away as there are no more birds, it is also peaceful at the moment, so let him put it away. From now on, this general will not be able to be around, the little Marquis should remember to take care of yourself."

"Mountains and rivers are bound to meet again, the two of us will reunite someday."

Changjiang River's new waves continued to push over the last, a talent of thousands of generations would eventually grow old.