He used to love trotting across the markets, with a cartful of fruits tossed, numbing his lids from winking at all the ladies with neat faces on the side of the road. But now, he no longer liked such things. Firstly, Jiangnan had yet to be recovered, there was no face. Second, he gradually began to dislike such pomp and bustle, he could not tell why, perhaps he was already tired, perhaps he had already grown old.

At this time, Chang Geng was on the way up north, not knowing what was keeping him, he had yet to return. Chang Geng was not at home, Gu Yun had nothing to do but listen to the bird's scolding.

He dared not relax to eat and sleep for three or five days to cultivate his vitality — that was the way of a young person. He no longer had the luxury for such a thing, if he really relaxed the strings of his mind, he feared that what awaited him was not high spirits, but serious illness.

Thus he came to Li Feng for a quick attendance then went to Jiangbei.

Before Gu Yun left, Master Feng Han visited him.

Master Feng Han didn't even have time to drink tea after sitting down, hurriedly taking Gu Yun away: "Marshal, Your Highness Yan Wang wrote to me and asked me to show you something before you go."

Gu Yun said with a smile, "Why, did Master Feng Han make a sea monster?"

Zhang Feng Han laughed and did not reply, acting mysterious. In the past few years, he always bore the face of having no one to take care of his funeral. Turned out, it was due to having nothing to do. In these years, he lived in Ling Shu Institute all day long. Instead, he was like an old tree that bloomed, there were colors on his face, as if he had met a beautiful old lady.

Gu Yun had to get on this old man's carriage and took on the job of serving tea, pouring water automatically, not letting Zhang Feng Han become dehydrated from talking too much: "Master Feng Han becomes stronger with age, truly makes people feel envious."

Zhang Feng han hurriedly said ‘I dare not’ and received the tea cup. His white beard was raised as he smiled: "Only when the imperial court had use of this old man did my life have any joy. Everyone is disgusted by dirty engines and steel armors. But I have loved this line of work since I was a child. Not only do I love it, but also love it to fruition. Isn't it a beautiful thing?"