"Is Xiao Cao at Master Du's?" Chang Geng whispered, "It should not be far from Liangjiang. Go see him for me... Or I'll write a letter later and let Xiao Cao take a position in the army. His unpredictable method of disguise is useless when staying beside Master Du. It's better to be on the frontline. "

Liao Ran nodded and said: "Your Highness did not want to let Marshal Gu go back to the capital. Isn't this an opportunity?"

Gu Yun was the weakness of Yan Wang, but this weak point has never been attacked before. Due to the war, no one could touch Gu Yun at present. Although Li Feng was mediocre, he was not blind to the point of destroying the city wall himself for the second time and being surrounded by the enemy.

This bloody battlefield was not necessarily a kind of protection for Gu Yun.

Chang Geng frowned and drank up the cup of Kuding tea, murmuring: "Everyone depends on him, but who will care about his whole body of illness and injury? Sometimes when I think about it, it's really…"

When he said this, he inadvertently met the mute monk's compassionate and pitiful eyes, he immediately bowed his head with restraint and smiled, "I have said too much, I should mix more tranquilizer."

Liao Ran saw that he only wanted a moment of quiet, so he stopped talking, taking out the wooden fish knocker under the table, he closed his eyes slightly, and knocked it from time to time. In the small monk's house, there was only the sound of wooden fish knocker and water drops. In this sound, Chang Geng sat on the side of the small couch, closing his eyes to rest, only once dawn came did he take his leave.

When he was about to go, Liao Ran suddenly tapped on the wooden table, attracting Chang Geng's eyes, then said to him: "Your Highness, when you met Master Du, I was lucky enough to listen, but there was something I was not able to figure out."

Chang Geng's eyes with slight dark circles trembled, he raised one eyebrow.

Liao Ran said: "Your Highness said that the interests in the world add up to a big cake, everyone wants to occupy a piece. There is no difference between good and evil, but some people want to occupy more by following the trend. They can push the cake to become bigger while expanding their influence. This kind of person can lay the foundation for a country. Some people do it against the trend. The place he occupies has already been rotten, but he still wants other places to suffer the same fate. This kind of person can only bring disaster. Now most of the cakes fall in the hands of the old nobles. What we want is to break this situation and scrape away the rot on the nation bit by bit-"