Chang Geng's voice was low and ambiguous. Even if it was close to his ear, Gu Yun didn't hear it clearly. He turned to Chang Geng in confusion and asked, "What did you say?"

Chang Geng's eyes skimmed over one of his eyes that was covered by the liuli glass. His body was exhausted, but his blood was still boiling so much that his mouth was hot and dry. For a split second, he wanted to hug him in public and get intimate with him in front of everyone. But when he saw Master Liao Ran’s ‘indifferent to all worldly temptations’ face from afar, he suddenly realized he had overstepped the boundary. With a smile, he silently reflected on himself for a moment and let go of Gu Yun's waist. He took up his hand and calmed himself little by little with the feeble but stable pulse: "Nothing — I saw the messenger going north just now, is it a report to the capital?"

"Yes," Gu Yun nodded. "This time, I want the imperial court to come forward and send people to contact with the foreigners. We have always been passive before. This time, we should be confident."

Chang Geng: "You intend to negotiate peace?"

"No," Gu Yun said faintly, "How can we let the others sleep peacefully by our bedside? Besides, this blood debt is not yet repaid. The fertile land in Jiangnan is occupied by these animals, it is sickening even in a dream."

Chang Geng immediately responded, "You are going to stall them, nibbling away at them slowly?"

On one hand, they would send out the signals of peace negotiations to let the enemies who have no strength left harbor hope and leave room for them to fight within themselves.

On the other hand, they would sometimes put forward excessive demands, sometimes create regional disputes within a small range, and slowly push back the enemy's front. In this way, they could train their soldiers through the war. When the time was right, the north side fully prepared, and the young Jiangbei Navy matured, they would move south again for battle.

Gu Yun made an "Mm" sound, letting him take him by his hand into the Marshal's tent. He wiped Chang Geng's face with a smile: "Your Highness, Your face is dirty."

Chang Geng felt half of his bones soften by the sudden gentle care of the other, but he was instantly alerted, feeling that such a soft attitude from him would not spell anything good.

Sure enough, Gu Yun sat on one side, holding Chang Geng's hand and caressing it in his palm for a while. He then said, "There's another thing."

Chang Geng raised his eyebrow and looked at him expressionlessly.

Gu Yun held Chang Geng's palm in one hand, and covered it with the other. He lowered his head and kissed the tip of the finger with a cut on it: "I was planning to stall them to clean up the North first."